She trembled again. Pulled in air through her teeth. "Oooohhh. Ummmm … "
Rebel pressed in tighter-then caught Rhett's attention with a sneaky leer over her shoulder. No. Not sneaky. Slutty. Why the hell did that cause an erection surge? "Focus, ma minette. Tell us everything." His head dipped, lips flat to her skin, indicating he'd gone for a full bite somewhere on her nape. Brynn stiffened and groaned, confirming the assumption. "We can't do anything better if you don't tell us."
She lolled her head to the side, baring more of her neck. "Well, that felt pretty damn good."
Rebel laughed softly. Licked the spot he'd just abused. "What else?"
She twisted once more, only this struggle was different. Her body rolled with the bondage instead of fighting against it … as if she needed to know it was still there. That she was truly helpless to protest anything they asked of her …
"Electric," she finally responded. "Everything … tingles. I'm so … alive."
"Yes." Rebel didn't transform it into a tease or a seduction. Rhett watched in awe-and arousal-as the man focused completely on her, stowing his inner Lothario for the privilege of nipping more at her heated skin. "I know the feeling."
Rhett gave in to a growl. "Goddamn." And then the hunger for her sweet tits beneath his mouth. "Roger that," he finished, dropping his lips to the nipples that now appeared like shiny bits of hard candy. Fuck … such treats. Rebel's snack time on her neck had made them taut, red, delectable. He swirled and licked, nibbled and bit, alternating his mouth between both mounds until they resembled scoops of creamy ice cream with dark red gum drops on top.
"Merde." Rebel stared over her shoulder at what Rhett was up to. "Les doudones … c'est trés belle, mon chou. Je bande plus grand pour toi."
"Exactly what he said." Rhett gazed up at them both and grinned. "You have the most stunning set of breasts it's been my pleasure to taste, sweetheart."
Rebel worked his head forward a little more, sucking on the curve of her ear. It didn't escape Rhett's attention that he also tucked a hand deeper beneath her pajamas, working his way to the cleft between her legs. As Brynn emitted a high-pitched moan, the spice of her arousal knitted through the air.
"Suck on her again, Double-Oh." Reb's voice was sandpaper. He began rolling over her pussy, fingers sensual and sure. As soon as Rhett complied, he demanded, "Now bite them. Hard."
"Bite them?" Brynn gasped and bucked-but the effort was more for show, a half-assed effort to prove she still wasn't going to just hand them her submission on a platter. "But-"
Rebel shoved down her pajamas-and landed a hard smack on her ass. "Hush, ma petite. You're going to scream for us. And you're going to love it."
"The hell I-aaahhhh!"
She definitely screamed-as Rhett closed his teeth around her nipple. Once more, as he performed the same on the other breast. The way her tips stood straight up for him, bursting from their areolas, tempted his mouth down again. He soothed the peaks with long, warm licks this time, unable to hold back a satisfied moan from the feel of her proud erections against the flat of his tongue.
"Fuck. Your tips are hard as diamonds, sweetheart."
"And your cunt is wet as a rain-drenched flower." Reb continued working the folds of her sex in languorous rolls, sliding in his middle finger every third or fourth stroke, snarling in pleasure as she mewled in need. "Spread your legs. Open the bloom for me, Brynna."
With a strangled sigh, she obeyed.
The scent of her pussy permeated the air even more. Rhett breathed it in, swearing again. His lips fell away from her flesh, just to keep his lungs supplied with what they needed as he gazed at Rebel's fingers, incessantly pumping into her flesh.
"Christ, Brynna," he blurted. "You always smell so fucking good."
She frantically licked her lips, a perfect match to the T-shirt still keeping her in sensual darkness. She moaned softly as Rebel pulled out his hand, fingers glistening with the cream from her channel, then spread the arousal up and down her bare pussy lips, now swollen with arousal. "I'll bet she tastes even better," he stated.
"Oh, she does." Rhett couldn't help his been-there-done-that smirk.
Rebel chuckled softly. "Yeah?"
It was probably the easiest damn question he'd get to answer all year-but when he opened his mouth, only silence seemed appropriate. Rebel's inner glow had intensified, turning into a sexual force he'd never seen the guy exude-and certainly never felt for himself; not like this, like a thrumming from inside his blood, growing stronger by the minute. If the man kept up this tall, dark, and irresistible shit, Rhett would have to call Seattle before they flew home-more specifically, to Max Brickham, owner of Bastille, the BDSM club they were both members of. No submissive in the place would be safe once Reb walked back through the doors.
Damn. Damn.
"Yeah."
He finally got it out, though couldn't manage another grin to go along-likely because of what needed to happen next. Needed to happen.
"But you shouldn't take my word for it."
Rebel's dark brows cocked up-though aside from that, he didn't break stride in the new bites he trailed along Brynna's right shoulder. When her breasts rose and fell from the fresh acceleration of her lungs, Rhett knew she'd caught on, as well.
"Is that so?" It was a drawl though far from lazy. Only adding to the impression that he'd swallowed a stick of dynamite, Rebel sizzled the air with every movement, circling to stand in front of Brynna again. Without speaking, he delved a hand into her hair, angling her head back for another thorough kiss.
Watching the man explore her mouth, suck on her tongue, and plunge into her throat had Rhett gritting against a fresh rise of his cock. The idea of freeing himself now was so fucking tempting, but it felt lame when Rebel was still keeping shit under wraps. But standing here like a voyeur perv felt equally lame-irony of ironies, since Rebel Stafford had to be the biggest pervert in the army, if not all the armed forces.
That was because pervy had nothing to do with this. The truth? He was being clingy as a fourteen year-old girl. Simply put, he had to be closer-to both of them. Yeah, yeah; so his over-attachment thing was as concerning as Reb's slut-from-Mars thing, but this wasn't a time for the therapy couch. This was a time for feeling good.
It was ideal inspiration.
He stepped over, sliding into Reb's old spot behind Brynn. Like a key in a lock, his body fit flawlessly against hers. His thighs cradled her hips. His dick nudged her ass.
It was … good.
Yeah.
So good.
Who the hell was he kidding? It wasn't good. It was fucking agony.
Just getting to gaze at her from this angle, hands bound overhead, every naked inch of her body exposed …
Staring at Rebel's bite marks on her neck, then imagining how his own would look next to them …
Taking in the perfection of her skin, and envisioning its tingles as he brushed a flogger across it …
Christ.
At this rate, no fucking way was he going to make it to the good parts of this thing. The ordeal only continued as he stared at the perfection of her spine. The column, bowed just a little and stretched so all her muscles were emphasized too, was just as erotic as her breasts-how was that even possible?-a torture worsened because it ended at the sweet rosette of her anus. If he made it past all the fantasies that attacked because of that, no way would he withstand thinking of what came next: the tender folds between her thighs, soon to be quivering beneath Rebel's expert mouth.
Fuck. Fuck.
As if reading Rhett's thoughts exactly, Rebel cast a single glance over Brynn's shoulder. Rhett groaned at once from the impact. The man's eyes, shimmering like Excalibur itself, sliced in and ripped him open-but instead of spilled guts, he released pure energy. An erotic freedom that was stupefying, dizzying. The force of it was so potent, even Brynn was affected. Her head jerked, twisting at her T-shirt bondage. Her lungs pumped, bouncing her breasts in hypnotic rhythm. Her hips jerked as if Reb's beautiful blade really had run her through.
Lust fired Rhett's blood. He yanked Brynn tighter against him, forcing the roll of her hips to match his. She succumbed at once, trembling mewls emanating from her stretched throat. He greedily sucked that creamy column, at once recognizing the earthy scent of the man who'd been there first … as he vowed to add his own claim there too.