Undercover(37)

“You’re very mischievous.” Brandt’s eyes didn’t leave her nipples.

“Yes, and saucy and disobedient and a whole list of things. We’ve established that. But surely you can’t be all hot for each other and just, you know, turn it off.”

Ash turned to Brandt. “Whose turn is it?”

“Mine, and it’s not that we just turned it off. Ash is still sexually attractive to me. How can he not be? But you’re the center of everything. I want you the moment my eyes open each day until they close at night. What turned me on the most with Ash was topping him. Dominating a man as dominant as me. He’s got an able hand with the cat, yes, but you make me witless with desire in a way no one ever has.” He turned to Ash. “On the bed with her.”

Ash kicked his pants the rest of the way off and crawled to her. The look on his face made her wet. Wetter.

“It’s you, Freka. You’re it. We can be three. It works because I love Brandt, too, and it’s no punishment to have him in our bed. But you make me whole. You make us whole. Do you know that?”

She pressed the back of her hand against her mouth. Why did he get to her the way he did? No one else, not even Brandt, could touch her that way, so intimately.

“My cock is awfully lonely over here. You two had better remedy that,” Brandt ordered from his place at the foot of the bed.

Sera looked to Ash, who tackled her on the way, rolling her over and kissing her. She arched into his body, loving the way he felt: hard, male, in charge. His mouth sought her nipples, moaned as he tasted her.

She opened her eyes to see Brandt still there, just inches away, a smirk on his face and his cock in his hand. “You’re taking your time about it. Both of you.”

“He feels so good.” She sighed as Ash bit her nipple and pinched the other one until she writhed.

“She tastes spicy and sticky. Like her pretty little cunt.” Ash licked downward, but when the tip of his tongue touched her clit, Brandt put a stop to it.

“I gave you both an order.”

Ash chuckled and got off the bed, holding his hand out to Sera. With a frown at him and then Brandt, she reached out but soon found herself being picked up, spun, and splayed facedown over Brandt’s lap.

Three quick, sharp slaps to her ass, and she squirmed against the very hard cock poking her belly.

“Silly me, I’ve forgotten all my toys at home. However,” he leaned down, still holding her in his lap, “as we know, everyday objects can be put to our use. And if anyone’s ass needs a little correction, it’s yours.”

She smiled into the taut flesh of his calf, head upside down, hair hiding her satisfaction.

The cool edge of something, something flat and hard even as it was smooth, touched the heated skin of her ass. What is that? She tried to place it until he used it like a slapper and she sucked in a breath and then found the sense to breathe through it as he continued to use it on her thighs as well as that lovely place where ass met thigh and cunt.

The scent of her pussy painted the air as the flush in her skin built. With that, the presence of that hard cock on her belly grew, pressed, became insistent.

She slipped away, letting the sensations take her, envelop her in a fluffy bed of serotonin, into that dreamy place.





Brandt tossed away the flip-top notebook he carried his data cards in. It’d served as a very fine slapper substitute, although he preferred something with a handle to save his wrist. He liked a better gauge on the strength of the slaps. He held back this time, not wanting to overdo it.

From the heavy weight of the woman spread over his lap, he need not have worried. She’d slipped into sub-space, her muscles pliant and loose, her fingers open against the rug at his feet.

“You’re so amazing. So beautiful.” He said it as he softly caressed her skin, feeling the warmth of it radiate from her.

Ash stood there, still bound by his orders, and Brandt sent him a wicked, unrepentant smile as he dipped his fingers into her from behind and she moaned, stirring a bit and pushing against his hand.

His gaze still locked with Ash’s, Brandt took those fingers to his lips and tasted her, laughing at Ash’s reaction.

“Ah, ah, ah. I’m topping, and you didn’t submit very well, now, did you? As I can’t tie you up and . . . oh but I can.” He stood, Sera still warm and soft in his arms, and laid her on the bed. “Just a bit, sweet. I’ll be right back.”

He grinned as he rifled through the drawers and found what he needed.

Ash still stood, waiting for instructions.

“On the bed, and don’t touch her. Really, why you don’t have toys in your damned transport is beyond me. I’ll have to make do.” Brandt straddled Ash’s body, and Sera’s eyes cleared a bit to watch Brandt take each one of Ash’s wrists and fasten it to a bedpost with one of Ash’s own belts.

Fire raged in Ash’s eyes as he realized what Brandt was going to do, yet he kept quiet but for a growl as Brandt dragged his cock over Ash’s on his way down to secure each ankle.

“Very nice.” She lazily fanned her face.

He grabbed a chair and set it at the foot of the bed and settled into it. “Can you see me, Ash?”

Ash lifted his head. “Yes, you bastard.”

Brandt laughed. “Sweet, put a pillow under Ash’s head so he can see us better.”

Sera moved, languid and slow, obeying. She planted a kiss on Ash’s forehead, and Brandt let the infraction slide.

“Come here.”

She slid off the bed and walked to him, waiting for him to tell her what to do next.

“Face Ash, hands on the footboard.”

She turned, showing off the long, feminine line of her back and the still-pinked cheeks of her luscious ass.

“Spread your thighs and fuck me. Make sure Ash can see my cock sliding deep into your pussy and coming back out all shiny with your juices.”

“Fuck,” Ash snarled, pulling against his bonds.

“Her cunt is on fire, Ash. Hot, wet, and so tight.” Brandt watched, entranced as hunger took over Ash’s face, before transferring his gaze to the sight of the deep red stalk of his cock, shiny with her lube, disappearing into her.

“At least let me make her come, Brandt. Let me suck on that sweet little clit until she comes all over me and your cock.”

Brandt smiled at Ash’s begging. This was better than cuffing Ash and making him suck his cock. Topping them both at once was a heady thing, but he got the feeling it would be very short-lived, given the gleam of fury in Ash’s eyes. Sera, on the other hand, was juicy and soft, made for him. For this.

“How about this instead? You watch while she makes herself come? And maybe, if you’re obedient, I’ll let you lick me clean when she’s done.” Brandt couldn’t resist teasing.

With an inarticulate growl, Ash flexed his biceps and yanked, pulling one wrist free while Brandt laughed and shook his head.

Ash undid the other wrist and moved to his ankles while Sera continued to slide up and down Brandt’s cock.

“I knew you wouldn’t last.” Brandt laughed.

“You’re a fucker.”

“Yes. On your knees, mouth on her pussy. You can touch my balls; you know how I like it.”

Sera whimpered and showered Brandt’s cock with honey, the heat of it making him moan.





Ash squeezed himself between the bed and where Brandt sat with Sera and inhaled the scent of sex. Of Sera mixed with Brandt. And he quickly moved up, sliding his tongue through the wet, swollen folds of Sera’s pussy until he got to her clit.

Her squeal shot straight to his cock. When Brandt finished, Ash had every intention of sliding that sweet pussy down his own cock until he exploded within her.

“That’s it, Freka, let me taste your pleasure.” He didn’t waste any time working on her clit to make her come. He wanted her climax, knew it would take Brandt with her, and then it would be his turn. No more of this switching stuff now that Sera was with them. He couldn’t turn it off, his need of her, couldn’t watch without wanting to touch her, too.

Her thighs trembled, and she ground herself down over Brandt’s cock, pressing into Ash’s face on each downthrust. Her breath had sped to pants, quick puffs of air filled with desperate moans and whimpers.

He pressed two fingers hard against the ridge of flesh just behind Brandt’s balls and wanted to laugh at the resulting groan and tightening of his friend’s sac.

“Ash, oh gods . . .” she murmured. “Brandt, harder, please.”

Each man worked her, licking, sucking, fucking, until she cried out, body taut, and came so hard it was almost as if Ash felt it like it happened to him. It echoed through their mental link.

Brandt gave a strangled moan and held her tight down over his cock.

After several long moments, Ash surged up, pulling Sera with him, spinning her and depositing her on the bed facedown, spreading her thighs and entering her from behind.

“So fucking wet,” he said through clenched teeth.

Her moan echoed through the walls of her cunt, and his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. Her butt and thighs still burned pink from Brandt’s work, and it only made her more beautiful. His mark on her hip, he loved to see it, made him believe they were meant to be together, had always been meant to be.

Brandt got on the bed and turned her face to take her mouth. She clung to the kiss like a drowning woman as she arched her back, thrusting onto his cock.