Her eyes widened a moment, but she took the change in activity well and unfolded herself gracefully. Her beautiful hands moved to the hem of her shirt.
Brandt understood what Ash was up to and moved back, standing and watching her as she pulled her shirt up and over her head.
“I love your body. I love the curve of your breasts, the line of your belly.” Ash knelt before her and pressed kisses to each hip, taking a sharp nip at her belly button.
Her fingers traced his tattoos, sending currents of sensation through him.
“I love that,” she murmured, arching into his lips.
“What? You can take your pants off while you answer.” Ash leaned back, watching as she shimmied out of her pants. He nodded when she raised a brow and indicated her panties.
“Your head. I love how smooth it is. How soft, with the smallest bit of a rasp when I touch my fingertips to it.” She shivered, and he did, too.
“Undress me.” He stood as she slowly unbuttoned the front of his shirt.
“May I touch you?”
“Gods yes.”
Brandt exhaled sharply, and Ash laughed.
“Come here, Brandt. Sera, undress him as well.”
Her eyes went to Brandt. “And may I touch you? Take your hair down?”
“Does that please you?” Brandt asked.
She dragged the edge of her teeth over Ash’s nipples, tugging on the rings before moving her attention back to Brandt.
“What? Touching you? Seeing your hair down?”
“Both. Either.”
She walked around him as Ash watched, watched her own her submission and then wield it. She knew they saw her, knew they adored her, and she gloried in it.
Pressing herself against Brandt’s back a moment, she hummed low. “Yes to both.” She breathed him in, his unique scent that tightened things low, made her wet.
She took her time undoing the bottom of his braid, running her fingers through it over and over to free it bit by bit. It fell over her hands in all its dark glory.
What a contrast they made standing side by side. So breathtakingly hard and male. One all angles and muscle, the other taller, more beautiful, and from what she’d seen, he wore his savage nature on the inside more than Ash did.
Reaching around his body, she buried her face in his hair as she skimmed her hands up his belly, taking his shirt with them until she had to step back to bare his upper body.
The muscles on his back rippled as his arms raised and then fell again, and a soft, “Oh,” whooshed from her.
A step to the side, and she reached around Ash to grab the open halves of his shirt and pull it down and off. Her nails made a lovely trail of light pink when she scratched down his shoulders and spine.
He arched with a groan, and she couldn’t resist smiling at Brandt, who watched her with a greedy gleam in his eye.
“You’re playing with fire, you know that, right?” Brandt’s lips pursed in a smile.
She laughed and kissed his biceps before sidestepping in between the two men to face them again. “I certainly hope so. If I recall, someone mentioned a flogger.” How long had it been? Since Ash. So very long. Her body fought the memory, wanted to fall into that place of heat and sharp pleasure/pain.
Now the fun part: pants. She knew both men wanted her, really wanted her, given the way their cocks pressed against the plackets of their pants.
Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she considered her options while displaying herself in a way she knew appealed to them both.
In truth, she was caught off guard in a big way by their proposal. It filled her with hope, elation, and a fear so deep she choked on it. Everything she wanted was right there at her fingertips. She could take it and know they offered it truly. But the worry that they were throwing away their futures for her remained.
Bending her head, she licked across Ash’s flat, hard belly as she undid his pants. She dropped to her knees, and he put a hand on her shoulder as she removed his shoes, socks and pants.
Breathing in the heady musk of his sex, she drew her cheek over his cock, luxuriating in how soft the skin was. Bending, she started at his ankles, kissing her way up his calves, over his knees and thighs. She nuzzled his sac, and he widened his stance to allow her more access.
Slowly, patiently, she licked long lines from his sac to the crown of his cock and back again until he caught her hair, stopping her.
“Enough. For now.”
Keeping her head down, she smiled and inched over to Brandt. She put her arms around his waist and hugged, loving the way he felt against her. His hair was so long it tickled her hands and wrists at his back.
His cock practically leapt into her hands when she pulled the rest of his clothing off, and she couldn’t resist giving it a few dozen kisses and licks.
“Take it all, Sera. I want you to take every bit of my cock.” Brandt’s voice was low, nearly hoarse.
She closed her eyes and centered herself, letting go of everything but pleasing him, of everything but his cock and her mouth. Bracing one hand on his thigh, she angled him with the other hand and began a slow in and out, taking a little more each time. She set a hypnotic rhythm, keeping him wet, keeping her throat relaxed.
His hands pet her shoulders, caressing. “Yes, yes, that’s it. You’re perfect.”
The embers inside her banked and rose into flame. Needing to please, wanting to serve, she managed to take him all the way until the head of him tapped the back of her throat. He groaned when her throat closed around him a bit, and she breathed again as she pulled back.
“Stand up, Sera.” Brandt helped her up, and she swayed slightly.
He pushed her toward the bed, Ash on her other side, hands all over her body.
They pushed her hands aside when she attempted to touch them, and she found herself looking up into Brandt’s face, his hair all around his shoulders, sliding forward to caress her nipples.
Ash pushed her thighs wide and settled between them, kissing up her belly, licking and nipping the underside of each breast and then tugging on her nipple ring.
She touched him, the rough suede feel of the skin on his head. He didn’t have to shave his head, he was naturally bald, but there was just a slight roughness as she eased her palms against him, her fingers seeking the slightly raised ridges of the markings at the back.
There were times he’d rub his head against her, often after sex. The abrasion against her nipples, against the skin of her belly would send delicious aftershocks through her body.
“Your nipples just got harder,” he said, lips against her sensitive flesh.
“I was just remembering.”
Brandt took her lips briefly and ran a hand, next to hers, over Ash’s head. “Remembering what?”
She shivered again as the scent of her cunt, aroused, needy, filled the air. “Ash used to rub his head against me, against my skin, and it felt so good.”
“Did you ever rub it against her cunt?”
Sera’s entire body went rigid, her clit bloomed, her pussy fluttered. She’d imagined it in her dirtiest fantasies, but she’d never said it out loud. Never asked. Which, given the manner of naughty things they got up to, seemed rather silly in retrospect, but still . . . It just seemed so . . . naughty.
“Well, now.” Ash spoke, but his gaze locked onto hers, knowing. “I haven’t, but it seems to me our woman would like that very much. Is that so?”
Her heart raced as she licked suddenly dry lips and finally nodded.
“Say it. Tell me what you want.”
Her mouth opened, but no words came. The idea of it stunned her.
He gave her nipple one last lick and headed down her body where he spread her pussy and dove into her like a starving man.
All the air rushed from her lungs as she watched his hands, large and powerful on her thighs, pushing them wide apart.
“He’s beautiful while he’s licking your cunt,” Brandt whispered in her ear. “Say it, Sera. Tell him you want it.”
She squeaked instead when Ash speared his tongue deep into her pussy. He ate her ravenously, mercilessly; he wanted her to say it, and she knew she would.
The width of his shoulders now held her open as his hands teased and played. “Brandt, lube.”
Brandt moved from the bed, and she craned her neck to watch him rustle through the big bag Ash had brought with him.
Brandt handed him a blue bottle, and Ash looked her straight in the eyes as he played with her rear passage, his fingers sliding through the lube he’d just poured there.
Bright colors streamed when she closed her eyes a moment. His fingers began to work their way into her, and she tried to keep relaxed.
“Your eyes belong to me. Open them and see who owns your pleasure.”
Oh gods, she was afraid to. The man who spoke truly owned her heart and soul, shared it with the other man in the room, but she’d never stopped belonging to Ash, she knew that now.
And when she opened her eyes and met those pale blue ones, he knew it, too. Just as he belonged to her, heart and soul.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and watched the muscles in his forearm cord as he played with her. The set of his mouth, still glistening with her honey, was one she’d seen many times before. Implacable. He wanted what he wanted and nothing else. And he’d get it.
“Clamps, I think,” Brandt said as he plucked her already hard nipples to elongate them.
She tried to keep her presence of mind enough to breathe out, to breathe through the pain as he put the clamp on first one nipple and then around the ring in the other. The bite of the clamp was sharp, but as she rode it, forcing herself to give in to the sensation rather than fight it, the pain bled into a dull pleasure.