“Take me,” he ordered hoarsely. “Open those sexy lips for me and suck.”
She didn’t want to resist. She opened and his cock pushed in. He didn’t try to overwhelm her, but he wasn’t tentative. God, he was thick. Her mouth stretched around him, watering, adjusting. Her tongue wanted to taste and rub all of him, but settled for the inches it could reach on the strut underneath his glans.
She looked sideways, seeking him in the mirror, only to have his gaze meet hers there. Like her, he wanted to see the whole picture: her corseted and strapped to the rack, hanging from the straps of leather with Zane’s cock buried deep inside her. His prick held her prisoner, a spike she didn’t have the means to escape. Above her, his long muscled arms gripped the rack for leverage. His abs were taut, her bottom soft and tilted to give him access to her sex. Every part of Zane was bigger than she was, causing her to seem extra feminine. The strange thing was, she felt extra powerful. Sexier. Maybe irresistible. Her forward lean caused her breasts to dangle X-ratedly.
Trey took in every bit of this—lips parting, breath hastening, totally turned on by what he saw. The journey of his eyes complete, he returned his gaze to where his erection breached her mouth. There it stopped like he was frozen. This visual might have been crudest, but she knew they both liked it. Trey’s huge hard-on pulsed in the mirror and on her tongue.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Rebecca.”
He sounded awed, as if she were doing him a favor rather than giving in to her own desires. She knew what she wanted then: to show him how much she accepted him, to prove it with tenderness and care. She crooned to him, the snug circle of her lips drawing back along the careful distance he’d pushed in. When she pulled free, she kissed his trembling tip.
She felt she loved him. Maybe the feeling would fade, but it existed in that moment.
“Come in again,” she said huskily. “Fuck my mouth nice and slow.”
Trey wasn’t likely to do it rough. Not to a woman anyway. Never mind his dominant streak. If she knew him at all, he’d err on the side of caution.
She wasn’t mistaken. He moaned softly and pushed back in. As if it were a signal, Zane started moving his cock inside her too. Her pussy clenched around his hardness, and that drew a groan from him. The sound was deeper than Trey’s. Zane seemed more in control than his lover but not by much. Caught between them, sensing them straining to rein in their bodies’ natural urges, she realized something new.
She didn’t have to be responsible for herself.
If the men wanted to stop her from coming, that was on them. Her only job was to drive them as crazy as she wanted and enjoy herself doing it. She was free. They were bound by the rules they’d set. Giddiness welled in her. She gripped the end of the arm bars, using their stability to increase her control of her own movements.
When Zane thrust back into her the next time, she set the angle. He grunted, so she knew the pressure hit him in a good place. Small though it was, Zane’s reaction provided too much of a charge to Trey. He pushed less steadily past her lips, then yanked out and panted.
Mouth temporarily unoccupied, Rebecca turned her head to speak to Zane. “Better bend closer if you want to watch him go. He’s already having to take a break.”
Zane laughed and took her advice. He’d been holding onto the rack, but now he crooked his arms up her front and gripped her shoulders. His head was next to and just above hers, making it easier to talk.
“Don’t count Trey out,” he said, thrusting in a fraction harder than before. “My CFO has hidden reserves.”
“You could help me,” she suggested. “Let him feel you panting while I suck him.”
Zane thought this was funny too.
“Fuck,” Trey said, less amused. Apparently deciding his break was over, he prodded her lips again.
She didn’t stint. She took him in as deeply as she was able—licking, pulling, twisting her head to move the soft suction of her cheeks and tongue around him. Whatever inhibitions she had, she threw to the wind. She moaned with pleasure as she sucked him, the same as she did for Zane when he drove into her pussy. He was careful not push her over, and she let them know how wild that made her. She didn’t care that she was loud, or that she writhed like a thing possessed. The men liked watching what they did to her—and what she did to them.
“You should . . . pull out again,” Zane told Trey, his words broken by his thrusts. “We’re supposed to make her wait. I can . . . tell you’re about to go.”
Trey groaned and dragged his cock out of her, but didn’t retreat far enough. The next time Zane jolted her forward her lips caught the head again. Trey lost it then. He shoved between her tongue and palate like he meant it, like he could barely stop himself from plunging down her throat.