Mastered By The Mavericks(40)

"Holy … crap!"

Sometimes, pounding at the boundaries worked. In all the best, breath-robbing ways.

His invasion jacked her head back more. Pumped her carotid against the  taut column of her neck. Rushed new blood into the hard berries that  tipped her breasts, straining higher and higher toward him.

"Crap," she repeated. "Ohhhh, it-"

"Hurts?" Rebel supplied.

Her forehead creased. "Yeah."

He suckled the edge of her jaw. Ground his cock in deeper. "You were the one who wanted to be filled, cher."

"Shut. Up."

He felt Rhett before he saw him, moving back in like a sensual wraith.  But he halted at the edge of their peripherals, silently hovering,  steadily breathing, dancing on the edge of completely creepy with his  behavior-if it wasn't for the raw sexual force he zapped into every  molecule of the air. The effect was so potent, it was like a fourth  person in the room. Rebel sure as hell wasn't one to turn down a good  orgy.                       
       
           



       

And hell … was this good.

"You'll take him, Brynna." Oh yeah … so damn good. No, better than that.  Rhett was someone more than their voyeur, more than their lover, more  than their Dom. He was a spirit, infusing them with more of his unique  sexual power. "You'll take him," he dictated once more. "All of him. And  you'll take the plug, as well. You'll keep being filled and fucked and  used, until we say you're finished-just because it pleases us."

Rebel bent in, smashing her lips in open sexual need. "You bet your sweet, sore ass it does."

She moaned, seemingly in protest, but didn't fool either of them. Her  vagina and ass responded to their filthy praise like vises, heatedly  milking everything stuffed into them. Everything. Rebel grunted hard,  clenching his thighs and ass, ordering his cock to keep the climax  bottled, at least for a few more minutes.

Not … yet …

His shaft thrummed with pressure. His balls bobbed heavily, pounding  with fresh heat every time they slid against the stem of the plug,  reminding him of how deep he filled her with every hard stroke. More  than anything, he craved to let it all go and pump everything into her,  but he needed every incredible memory he could soak out of this moment.  She looked too amazing beneath him, arms spread, hair fanned, cheeks  flushed, lips swollen … a pinup girl only better. A fuckable fantasy come  true.

"So perfect. Yeah, so pleasing." While the words were tender and  praising, Rhett shifted away, to the edge of the futon once more. Rebel  couldn't help a dark scowl. Wrong direction, damn it.

The payoff was worth it. Finally-thank fuck-the man rasped the air by dropping his pants.

Rebel jerked his head around. No way was he keeping his eyes to himself now.

Brynna clearly concurred. She, too, looked over with an eager whimper.  The sound intensified as she roamed her stare over Rhett's hulking  nudity. Hell, yes. She was a lioness in heat, unfurling the sound like a  ravenous growl until letting it erupted into a throaty snarl-

Just as Rhett took his erection in hand.

"Yesssss," she whispered.

"Goddamn," Rhett gritted.

"Holy fuck," Rebel uttered.

Rhett stroked himself from balls to crown. Then again … and again. Rebel  joined Brynn in being hypnotized by the sight, honing on the stunning  contrast of those broad, powerful fingers against the rigid purple  flesh. He couldn't help smiling when realizing Rhett timed his rhythm to  every thrust he gave Brynn.

Damn. Damn. This really was happening. All of it. Both of them. Brynn,  with that stare and those tits and her tight paradise of a pussy. Rhett,  with his stare and those abs and that broad, magnificent cock. But  beyond that, the wonderment across both their faces, too-knowing they'd  been hit by the same jolt of amazement and surge of arousal.

He was going to remember this fuck for a very long time.

"It feels so good." Brynn's murmur, hoarse with awe, betrayed how much  she agreed with that. "Here, with both of you … yeah, so damn good. I  really want to please you both. I-I really … need to."

She winced while faltering over the last of it. Her confusion was  adorable-and understandable. Rebel leaned over, pressing a palm to her  cheek, compelled to reassure her. She'd carved a special little place  inside him before today. It wasn't so little anymore. And a hell of a  lot more special.

"Ma petite chatte." The entendre was a grate, vibrating the air between  their mouths. "How you amaze me. How you please both of us … " He slid his  thumb over, pushing in to make her jaw open for him. "So much."

Her high sigh pulled him down, sealing their mouths once more. God,  yes … she was so soft, so giving, full of such passionate surrender. He  had to have even more, and he took it: conquered her tongue with long  rolls, passionate sucks, and hard stabs, drinking in her desire as his  own raced through his blood, thundered up his cock.

Deeper.

Hotter.

Faster.

More. He needed even more.

Especially as he felt Rhett's need for the same. Heard it, in the man's  rougher masturbation. Inhaled it, as his friend's wild musk blended with  the nectar of Brynn's sex.

The cloud of his lust thickened. In less than a minute, it damn near  choked him and sure as hell possessed him. Still, he needed more. He  twisted his hips harder, gaining deeper impact on the velvety depths of  her body. Brynn flung back screams of ecstasy, trying to intersperse  with words but babbling half-syllables, instead. Her head flailed  against the cushion, turning her hair into gorgeous tangles. Her breasts  quivered for him, their tips erect and flawless. Her arms began to  shake. Inch by inch, her grip slipped on the cushion. Fuck, yeah. He was  screwing the strength right out of her-and in its place, filling her  with the pliant, passive joy of letting her Dom take complete control.                       
       
           



       

Rebel's gratitude was boundless. He kissed it into her mouth. Fucked it  into her cunt. And locked it over her limbs. One, two. It was so  easy-and so damn perfect-to reach and pin her wrists beneath his hands.  She agreed and let him know so, releasing a long moan against his lips.

"That's it," he growled, his mind surrender to blinding heat of its own.  "Let it all go, cher. Let me do the driving now. You're such a good  little girl. So fucking perfect. Let it all go."

Her sigh fanned his mouth, remnants of toothpaste mingling with the hot salt of her desire. "Yes, Sir."

He rewarded her with a smile, just before biting her jawline. When he  got to the sensitive skin beneath her ear, he sank his teeth in harder.  "This is exactly what he wants, Brynna. To see my cock driving into you,  pushing at all your walls. Listen to him, jerking himself off. He's  watching everything I do to you, and getting harder from it. Can you  hear him rubbing his cock? Can you feel the pleasure your exquisite body  is giving both of us?"

"Oh, God." It was a sparse choke, strangled by the force of her lust.  Rebel wasn't surprised. Her walls squeezed around him, agonized in the  wait for their final release. "Oh, damn," she rasped. "Yes. Yes, I can  hear him."

"Me, too. It turns me way the hell on, bébé." He secured their gazes.  Her classic features were sheened in sweat and alive with passion. If  this was even half of how gorgeous Helen of Troy was, no wonder men  sacrificed armies for her. "It's going to make him even happier to see  you milk my cock with your orgasm."

"Yes." She gasped. "Oh, yes please!"

Rebel yanked her arms forward, securing them to the mattress at her  sides so he could rear up, allowing her to watch his dick each time he  slid it into her pussy. It wasn't the only benefit of the new position.  Amazing, what shifting a little weight could do to the penetration of an  anal plug. Her head jolted up. Her mouth popped open all the way. Her  pussy visibly shuddered.

"Fuck. Me. Ohhhhh!"

Rebel chuckled lowly. "It's good, oui?"

Her face crunched as she tried to laugh past a wince. "Full," she finally stammered. "So full … so tight … "

"And so good," he crooned. "Vous êtes si belle, ma minette. Being fucked like this … all your holes filled … "

"Not all of them."

The interjection overjoyed as much as shocked-though he opted for  focusing on the former for now. He watched, savoring the view of sinew  and strength, as Rhett climbed back onto the bed and leaned close to  Brynn's head. One of the man's huge hands glided over her face then back  into her hair. She mewled as Rhett pulled on the strands, the sound  intensifying as he coiled them tighter. Rebel wove a gritted moan into  the mix. Every time Rhett torqued on her hair, her sex clutched harder  at his cock. Sensing Rhett's next move, he shifted his hands inward,  bracing her hip with one and thumbing her clit with the other.