“Suck his cock, sweet. Suck his cock while I fuck you.” Brandt’s voice was a feral growl, and instead of speaking, she whimpered and found the head of Ash’s cock with her mouth, slowly sucking it inside.
Ash was not a quiet man in bed. He owned his sexuality in a raw, dark way. There was something so sexy in the running commentary he made, even the naughtiest, dirtiest things he said were so hot they never failed to make her wet.
“That’s right, Freka, suck me the way I like. Your mouth is so hot and wet, Gods, you make me hard. I can’t wait to come, to fill you up. And later, I can’t wait to put my cock deep into your cunt and feel how soft and hot you are when Brandt is done. Would you like that?”
Brandt groaned behind her, and his cock jerked within her in agreement. She took Ash deeper, breathing through her nose to keep her rhythm steady. As she dug just under the head of the crown with the tip of her tongue, his guttural groan let her know he still liked that very much.
Moving one of her hands, she cupped his balls in her palm and pressed his perineum with the pads of her fingers.
“Yesss,” he hissed, rolling his hips and thrusting into her mouth. His hand moved to her hair and gripped it so tight tears sprang to her eyes. But the pain rode that line, just on the right side of the pleasure/pain divide. He knew her body, knew how to make it sing just for him.
Sliding her hand forward, her fingertips stroked over his anus, and his cock stiffened even more.
“Oh yeah, that’s the way.” Ash’s body arched back as he rolled his hips, thrusting into her mouth. One of his hands held her hair, controlling her movements. She began to slip away into the sweet haven of sub-space. Brandt’s fingers digging into her hips anchored her there between them. Kept her from drifting off completely. Instead, she felt warm and desired, cosseted and revered.
“Aw, fuck,” Ash groaned as he began to come. His taste flooded Sera again for the first time in so very long. It was as if her entire system celebrated his return. Her body tingled, her skin was ultra-sensitive.
Sera continued to suck and lick his cock until he’d softened, and she pulled back with a kiss to the head.
Ash leaned forward and dragged his nails up her back, and she shivered and stuttered a moan. Gods how she loved to be scratched like that!
“Oh, I see.” Brandt chuckled as he and Ash must have shared a look over her body.
She felt Ash bend over her body and cried out as he sank his teeth into the back of her neck. Only he knew that line she loved to walk, only he’d known just how far to push her and keep her safe.
“Oh, sweet, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Brandt groaned out as his cock jerked inside her body, filling her as he came.
Panting for breath, she found herself quickly flipped over, with Brandt still between her thighs. “Now it’s your turn.”
“Indeed.” Ash moved down and settled in next to Brandt.
There was no way she had the power to reply to them, so she arched her hips and made a sound of entreaty.
Both heads bowed. Brandt moved upward and licked up her stomach and over her nipples, biting and laving until she squirmed. Which was nothing compared to the way it felt when Ash gave her pussy a long lick, pressing the flat of his tongue over her clit and sliding it from side to side.
“Brandt, come and help me.”
Sera grabbed a pillow and put it behind her so she’d be able to look down her body and watch as their heads met at her pussy: Ash’s soft, gleaming bare skin with those red tribal marks on the back of his skull and Brandt’s midnight, soft-as-silk hair. When Brandt’s tongue joined Ash’s, she cried out, fingers digging into the soft blankets beneath her body.
Her breath came ragged around soft sounds of desperate need. Head moving from side to side restlessly, she knew the time had come to beg. She needed to come.
“Please, oh please!” she managed to gasp out.
Both men stopped and looked up at her and then turned to each other and kissed, sharing her honey and Brandt’s taste as well. Her eyes widened, and her gasp turned into a squeak of surprise.
“Shall we stop?” Ash asked, eyes half-lidded, lips glistening.
Her mouth moved a few times. “No! No, more. More!” As much as she wanted to come, watching these two men kissing had been even more compelling. She’d come in a few minutes.
Brandt laughed. “It’s your turn. Then more. Always more.” He bent his head down and sucked her clit into his mouth.
“Beg, Freka. You know what I like to hear.” Ash’s voice whipped up her spine, and orgasm hovered just out of reach. How that conditioning had lasted all these years, she didn’t know. She did know her body wouldn’t find release until he gave her leave.
“Please, oh Ash, please make me come. Brandt, please make me come.” Her words were breathless, but they squeezed from her lungs anyway.
Ash’s fingers found their way into her pussy and hooked, finding her sweet spot, stroking over it with clever precision. “Show me how beautiful you are when you come, Freka.”
Orgasm, intensely blinding, rocketed through her. Her back arched, and a cry erupted from her lips as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. On and on it went until she was sure she’d die from it.
Finally, she fell back to the bed, boneless and sated.
Both men crawled up her body and settled on either side of her, each tossing a thigh over her.
“That was really lovely,” she mumbled from under her hair.
“It was, indeed.” Brandt gently pushed the hair from her eyes, and she opened them to see him smiling. She returned his smile, and he moved to kiss her. He tasted of her and of him and of Ash, and it was deliciously intoxicating.
Ash nudged Brandt out of the way and took over. His kiss was coming home. Touching her, touching her without her anger or fear had been intensely satisfying. He’d thought he’d never have that with her again. Thought he’d never have that sort of intimacy and connection with anyone.
He’d given up in many ways after she’d gone from his life. After his relationship with Kira had failed, he realized just how truly unique and miraculous what he’d had with Sera had been. He’d known they had something good, but over time, he’d figured out it had been singular. The loss of it had laid him low, had closed him off and numbed him.
Numb no more, emotion swelled through him with Sera there in his arms again, her scent on his skin. She’d filled in those gaping wounds, soothed, nurtured, made him whole again in a way only she could.
He wasn’t even sure he could grasp just what it meant to have her back, so he decided to leave it for the time being. To celebrate instead of question.
They lay there, entangled in each other for some time, drifting in and out of sleep until Sera tried to sit up. “I’m hungry,” she said, her voice muffled.
Ash chuckled. “Sex does do that to you.”
“Hey! I haven’t eaten since this morning before we arrived.”
Brandt sat up and kissed her forehead and swung his legs out of bed. “Come on then. You get cleaned up, and I’ll check our dinner invitations.” He nodded at Ash as well as Sera, and she understood he was giving them some time alone. She wasn’t sure she was ready for it, but before they’d even reached the door of the bathroom, someone knocked at the outer doors.
Ash groaned. “Go on and get cleaned up. I’ll see who that is.” He caressed her shoulder before turning to grab a robe and then left the room.
She watched him leave with mixed feelings of relief that she’d have time to get herself together after that intense interlude and missing him already.
Chapter 11
Once the concierge had gone, Ash looked through the sheaf of papers in the file he’d delivered.
“The representatives didn’t waste any time talking to your father, did they?” Brandt looked at Ash over the rim of his glass.
“He knew I would ignore any messages he sent via server, so he does this. A folder full of eligible women, like they were pretty cattle and I a bull for stud! He says he’s happy to see I’ve found a concubine for my physical needs; a Walker should have a concubine and a wife as well. He’s alarmed, though, that I’m sharing a woman with you when I should have my own.”
Brandt chuckled. “Well, it’s not as if I’d imagined myself in this place either.”
“Does it bother you?” Ash sent over the link.
Both men were painfully aware of just how much they couldn’t say out loud.
“Surprisingly, no. I’ve thought a lot about it. Three is the only way to proceed here. Or nothing at all, and I don’t think any of us wants that. Now that I’ve had her, known her, I can’t pretend not to want more. I do.”
Ash paused. “You formed the bridge back to her, and I love you for that. Gods know I love being with her again. I’ve missed her so much, more than I could admit to myself and still get through every day. Missed her cries and moans, missed the way she felt with her mouth on my cock, her taste.” Even just the way she filled the room with light whenever she entered it. Sera Ayers made living that much better just by existing.
Ash knew it’d be a slow road to something with her. Not back to what it was before; too much damage had come between them for that. But they could build something together. With Brandt.