Mastered By The Mavericks(32)

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.