Plugging It In(10)

RG stared at the incredible vision unfolding before her, her heart and pulse wild, her breath rapid, her clit throbbing. The very second the sparks between Ruckus and Bran ignited she'd been horny, but she hadn't anticipated this kind of … of … physical reaction to watching them together. Nor had she anticipated the intense arousal she experienced at bossing Ruckus around, at controlling the situation, at making him bow to her will …

The hot lick of jealousy that trailed up her spine when Ruckus's mouth closed over Bran's cock didn't upset her-she'd expected it-but she hadn't expected how quickly it vanished, replaced by an almost visceral desire surging through her now.

The louder Bran groaned, the wilder his hips bucked, the deeper he slammed into Ruckus's mouth, the hornier she became. Until, as Bran emptied himself into her lover now, she damn near fucking came herself.



       
         
       
        

Doing nothing but watching them.

Holy fuck, she hadn't foreseen this.

A whimper sounded in her throat, and she slid her fingers between her clenched thighs, reaching for her clit.

"Don't."

She gasped at Ruckus's growled command, her stare locking on his. He straightened from the chair, Bran stepping backward as he did.

With a slow wipe of his thumb at the corner of his mouth, Ruckus shook his head. A gleam danced in his eyes. "Don't even think about touching yourself."

She lifted her chin, squirming on her seat. Her heart raced. Her clit demanded attention. "Try to stop-"

In two strides, Ruckus stood in front of her, one hand buried in her hair, the other buried between her legs.

The bliss of his hard fingers ramming against the hyper-sensitive nub of her clit made her head swim. She moaned, on fire.

"This is me stopping you." He worked the pad of one finger over her clit in slow, tiny circles.

She moaned again, arching her spine in an attempt to grind her sex harder to his hand.

"Brannum," he said, without looking away from her. "Bind RG's wrists behind her back for me."

Liquid heat flooded her sex. She caught her bottom lip with her teeth, holding his stare even as the unmistakable pressure of an orgasm began to build in her core.

Bran's long fingers circled her wrists. She let out a hitching breath as he brought them together at the small of her back. Whimpered as the silken coolness of the ropes kissed her skin just above her wrists, binding them together in an inescapable knot.

And all the while, she stared at Ruckus, rode his hand as he tormented her clit and pussy with his fingers through the satin of her panties. Fought to hold off the orgasm threatening to smash through her. Ached for it at the same time …

"You know what you've done, RG?" His eyes burned with a lust that stole her breath. He inched the crotch of her panties aside, touching her bare pussy lips with one finger before stroking her clit.

She shook her head, incapable of anything but shallow pants.

"Let me show you."

She had a second to ponder the enigmatic answer, a split second, and then he shoved her thighs wide with far-from-gentle hands and tore her underpants from her body with a single yank.

She cried out, the pain of the satin violently rubbing against her hips forgotten the second her brain registered it, lost to the elemental pleasure of his aggression.

"Release her tits, Brannum," Ruckus said, flicking Bran-standing beside her-a quick glance before locking his stare back to hers. "Suck them, bite them, do whatever you want to them."

A shudder racked through her at his order. Her nipples pinched into tight points against the inside of her corset. 

Ruckus smiled. "Now … hand? Or mouth?"

"Neither. Cock. Yours."

That wickedly incredible sound of mirth she loved so fucking much escaped him. "Oh gorgeous … I'm in control now. This is what you've done."

And with that, he lowered himself to his knees between her spread thighs and took possession of her sex with his mouth.

A rush of intense pleasure claimed her. He laved his tongue over her clit, between her labia, back to her clit again. With every rough stroke, a wave of exquisite sensations crashed through her. She cried out, the sound becoming a gasp as Bran's hot, wet mouth closed around her right nipple.

Holy fuck. Holy holy fuck.

She arched her spine, desperate for Ruckus's tongue, eager for Bran's mouth.

Ruckus worked her sex, teasing her clit with his tongue, his savage rhythm echoed by Bran's sucking mouth on her breast. They explored her body with their hands, Ruckus raking hot lines with his blunt nails up and down her inner thighs, Bran kneading her breasts.

When the pressure building inside her reached the pinnacle, when a tremble began to quake through her, she bit the inside of her mouth and drove her nails into her palms.

If Ruckus knew she was about to come, he might deny her release. The man between her legs was scary, addictive and intoxicating and wild, and so very much in control.

Another shudder racked through her, tighter and deeper this time.

She was going to come.

Any moment now, she was going to-

Ruckus lifted his head, that low chortle of his flaying her sanity. "Do you really think I'm going to let you off that easy, gorgeous?"

She looked down at him. "I was hoping … "

He leant a little closer to the junction of her thighs and blew a gentle stream of air onto her wet flesh.

She sucked in a breath, the cool caress sending a ripple over her body. Her nipples grew harder, a fact Bran seemed to enjoy as he plucked the one not in his mouth with playful pressure.

Ruckus lifted his head again, eyes dancing with smug delight.

The loss of his exhaled breath on her pussy made her groan. "Ruckus … please make me come."

"Brannum, stop touching RG."

"Are you fucking kidding?" RG protested, as Bran's mouth and fingers slipped away from her breasts.

She glared at Ruckus, and then Bran. The ropes around her wrists bit into her skin, a deliciously exciting sensation she already wanted to experience on her ankles. To be bound spread-eagle as Ruckus … or Bran … or both used her body for their pleasure and hers …

Another tremble claimed her, deeper.

So close to eruption … so close …

Ruckus rose to his feet, lips twitching.

"Get back down on your fucking knees, Ruckus, and make me fucking come." She strained against the ropes, all too aware that the friction her struggle caused turned her on as much as the open desire in Ruckus's eyes.

He smiled at her, looked at Bran, and then walked away, scooping up the teardrop cock ring from the coffee table as he did so.

"Where are you going, Ruckus?" Why was her heart pounding in her chest like a cannon?

He lowered himself into the armchair he'd been sitting in earlier, the one he'd occupied when she'd ordered him to blow Bran. Settled deep into it and twirled the cock ring in lazy circles on the tip of his index finger.

She glared at him, and then swung a desperate look up to Bran. "Please make me come, Bran. Please?"

Bran's chest rose and fell with a slow breath. "When Rick … when Ruckus tells me to, I will."

She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her thighs together. Maybe, just maybe, if she wriggled enough on the seat, she could-



       
         
       
        

"I'll let you come, RG," Ruckus said from his chair, his voice calm. Dangerously calm. "When you finally admit the truth."

Throat tight, body on fire, she opened her eyes and met his gaze. "What truth is that?"

He cocked an eyebrow. "Why you allowed me to break your cast-iron one-and-done deal. And what you were hoping to achieve with your little surprise at dinner tonight."





Chapter 6


Would she answer?

Bran stood back from the chair where RG sat, wrists bound, feet free. She could simply straighten at any time and walk from the room. Unsure how she would react to the rope around her wrists, he'd tied them with a Siberian hitch knot, which meant with a little twisting and tugging, she'd be free.

He didn't doubt she'd figure it out if she really tested the ropes.

And with just a glance at the knot, Ruckus would know it as well. His ex had only ever used the hitch on him when they were together. It had been both a concession and a test back then: I won't make it impossible to break my binds, but I expect you not to. Bran had never failed the test. His wrists had remained tied together as the last drop of come left his cock, no matter how much he'd wanted to touch Ruckus-his broad, tattooed back, his incredible arse-during their fucking.

Never once during their time together though had he told Ruckus what to do, as RG did now. Never once had Ruckus used his sexual power over Bran to learn what was in Bran's head. If he had, where would their relationship be right now? Would the three of them be-

"I broke my one-and-done rule with you, Ruckus," RG said, dragging Bran from his thoughts, "because you make incredible Thai food."

Ruckus threw back his head and laughed. "Bullshit. Guess you don't want to come after all." He arched an eyebrow at Bran. "Want to take a shower?"

Bran's cock-spent still from the most incredible blowjob of his life-twitched in his re-zipped pants. A shower with Ruckus? Their wet, naked bodies sliding against each other …