Jaymie Holland (7 page)

The waiter gave her a concerned look. “Are you all right,
signorina
?”

She took a drink from her glass of water and nodded as she set the glass down. “Fine.” The word sounded strangled as Colton also slipped his finger into her wetness and drove his index finger into her channel up to his knuckles.

A flood of sensation traveled through her and zinged her belly as Dane stroked her clit and Colton pumped his finger in and out. She placed her hands on the tabletop and gripped them tightly, trying to smile at the waiter at the same time.

Marco asked if she was ready to order dinner. She didn’t think she could think straight enough to read the menu and pick something out, so she went with one of the suggestions. “I’ll—” She swallowed. “I’ll have the tortellini.”

The waiter gave a nod and turned to Colton who ordered the cannelloni while Dane chose the manicotti.

When Marco left, she tried to regain control of herself but found it nearly impossible. With his free hand, Colton used a fork to cut a piece of the fresh mozzarella along with a piece of ripe tomato. He brought the bite-sized piece to her lips. She opened her mouth and took the bite, concentrating on chewing without choking as they continued to stroke her wet flesh.

“You look so sexy without a bra.” Dane leaned close. “I want to suck your hard nipples right here.”

“No.” She shook her head. “Someone might be watching.”

Colton picked up a piece of bruschetta and brought it to her lips. “This is a private corner, the light is dim, and we can see if anyone is coming.”

“It’s not a good idea,” she said just before Dane reached up and rubbed his thumb over her nipple through the soft fabric of her dress.

“Oh, my God.” She let out an involuntary moan. “I can’t take much more of this.”

“Don’t climax yet.” Colton’s voice was firm. “We’ll tell you when you’re allowed to come.”

“When I’m allowed?” She looked at him, brows raised.

“Not before.” He set down the fork, reached for her nipple, and pinched it
hard
. “Understand?”

Dane pinched her other nipple and she gasped from the dual dose of pain. “Yes. Got it.”

“Good.” They relaxed their grips on her nipples as Colton gave her a sensual smile. “Follow the rules. Or else.”

She raised her chin. “Or else what?”

Both men pinched her nipples again and she fought to hold back a cry.

The corners of Dane’s mouth tipped up. “We’ll come up with a suitable punishment.”

Punishment?
She decided not to argue because she wanted them to release her nipples. Surprisingly, though, the pain was easing into a kind of pleasure that was turning her on even more.

The men released her nipples and she looked up to see Marco heading toward their corner. The waiter asked how they were doing and if they were enjoying the appetizer. Drew managed a smile the best she could along with a “yes.”

As soon as Marco had retreated, Colton pinched her nipple again. “Take off your panties.”

Her eyes widened. “Here? Now?”

“Yes.” Dane had leaned close and his breath feathered her ear causing delightful shivers to course through her body. “Now.”

She hesitated and gave a loud gasp as Dane pinched her clit. She raised her hips just enough for the men to help slide her panties down. They dropped to her ankles and she had to reach to grab them. Both men continued stroking her pussy again.

When she had the panties in her lap, Dane held out his hand. “Give them to me.”

She handed the pair to him and he brought them to his nose and inhaled. “You smell wonderful.” He tucked the black panties into the front pocket of his jeans.

Dane and Colton took turns feeding her the appetizers and kissing her in between bites. The two men ate healthy portions while they continued their sensual assault on her body. They had her dress all the way up to her waist, her bottom half naked. They slipped their fingers beneath the dress’s spaghetti straps and played with her bare nipples. She imagined their mouths on her breasts, which only made it harder not to come.

When dinner arrived, Drew was so close to coming that she was nearly cross-eyed from the effort of holding back her orgasm. Colton and Dane continued to feed her, slipping bites of tortellini, manicotti, and cannelloni into her mouth, alternating with each eating a good portion from their own dishes.

She chewed each bite slowly, half afraid she’d choke, and half because the homemade pasta was incredibly good.

“I’m going to come.” The words sounded husky as she put her palms over their busy hands that were stroking her pussy. “I don’t think I can hold back any longer.”

“Oh, yes you will.” Colton ran his finger over her swollen clit again. “Or you’re in for one hell of a punishment.”

Her hips bucked from his touch and the sensitivity of her clit. She clenched her fists in her lap. They were so dominant that she should have been infuriated, but she loved it. Even their threats of a punishment turned her on. Yes, they were Doms through and through, and she didn’t mind being submissive to them at all, which did surprise her. She’d never thought of herself as someone who liked to be manhandled, much less by two men.

Yes, she wanted to find out exactly what they would do if she came without their permission. Bring on the punishment.

She was on the verge of coming when the busboy stopped by to clear away the dishes. His appearance had her biting her cheek to rein in what she knew was going to be one of the most powerful climaxes of her life.

The busboy left and she was close to climax once again, but Tony stopped by with dessert on the house, a homemade tiramisu. Her eyes were almost crossed from the extreme effort to maintain the control she was so close to losing.

Colton fed her one bite of the tiramisu and she lost it.

Her climax rocked her body and she clenched her jaws to keep from crying out. Stars sparked in her vision and she felt tingles throughout, from her scalp to her toes.

The men continued to stroke her, their movements becoming fast and more intense, causing her to squirm and her hips to buck. She gripped the edge of the tabletop and had to fight to keep from sliding beneath the table and ending up on her knees on the floor.

When she came down from the peak, her vision was blurry and her breathing hard. She let out her breath and struggled to regain control.

Her gaze met Colton’s and he kissed her hard. When he drew away he gave a smile, a look in his gaze that told her he intended to follow through with his threat. “You look beautiful when you orgasm,” he said. “But you now have a debt to pay.”

Dane gently touched her face with his hands and made her look at him. He kissed her and tucked hair behind her ear. “You might have enjoyed that, but you are going to wish you hadn’t come once we get hold of you.”

She sagged between them as they moved their hands from between her thighs. Colton licked his fingers as his gaze held hers. “Delicious. Better than the dessert.”

Colton’s words and seeing him taste her on his fingers, was so damned hot. A thought occurred to her and she gave each of them a devilish smile. She made sure no one was watching before she slipped out of her chair and ducked under the tablecloth.

“Drew?” Dane reached for her but she moved away from his groping hand. “What are you doing, honey?”

Without answering, she grasped the button of Colton’s jeans and he shifted in his seat. He grabbed her by the shoulders as if to pull her up from beneath the table, but she refused to let go of his jeans. She unfastened them and drew the zipper down.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered.

She pulled his cock out and she heard him suck in his breath. His cock was smooth, long, thick, and hard. She lowered her head and slid her mouth down the length of his erection. He smelled good, of soap and man.

“Is she doing what I think she’s doing?” Dane said, his voice rough.

“Uh-huh,” Colton managed to get out. He slid his fingers into her hair as she bobbed up and down his length. He gave a low groan. “Fuck,” he said and she smiled around his cock. “That feels so fucking good.”

He gripped her hair hard in his fists and thrust his hips up in time with her movements. He was so thick and long that she had to keep from making choking noises as she went down on him.

Dane reached beneath the tablecloth and caught her off guard as he pinched her nipple through the cotton of her sundress. She gasped, but Colton continued to thrust his hips, his cock moving in and out of her mouth.

With Dane pinching her nipple, while she was going down on Colton beneath the table in a now crowded Italian restaurant, she felt the need to come again. She slipped her fingers into her wetness as she used her other hand to work his shaft while she moved her mouth along his length.

“Stop.” He stilled her head, his voice gruff, and a few moments later she heard the sound of someone clearing away the dishes. Probably the busboy. When it was quiet, Colton started thrusting his hips again.

She sucked in earnest and was rewarded with a low groan that Colton hadn’t been able to control when he came hard. His come spurted into her mouth and her throat worked as she swallowed.

He continued thrusting until the last of his semen filled her mouth and then he held onto her face and kept her from moving.

“Damn, that was good, Drew.” His voice was muffled with the tablecloth between them and he sounded more than relaxed.

His wet cock slipped from her mouth and she almost cried out when Dane grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her over to him. “Come here, honey,” he said in a low growl.

She smiled to herself as he pulled her between his thighs. The ridge behind the tough cotton was huge. He didn’t wait for her to unbutton his jeans. He unfastened them, pulled out his cock, and grabbed her by the hair again.

She was surprised at how much she loved Dane’s and Colton’s manhandling. It made her so hot when Dane yanked her hair and pulled her down on him. She loved the feel of her hair being pulled and the overall intensity of the man.

Dane smelled as good as Colton had, just a little different. He clearly used different shower gel or soap than Colton did. She loved the taste of Dane in her mouth, the feel of his soft skin over his hard shaft as he thrust his hips up. She realized she was enjoying it so much that she was making soft purring sounds.

Her body ached for an orgasm and she rubbed her clit even harder than before. She was so close to flying apart, but she wanted to come when Dane did.

She could feel his body tensing up and then he went still. She heard Tony’s voice.

“Did you enjoy the tiramisu?” Tony asked.

Drew licked the length of Dane’s cock as he tried to speak and struggled to get out his thanks for the complimentary dessert. “Fantastic.” His voice went down an octave. “I’ve never experienced anything better.”

“Agreed,” Colton said.

“And the young
signorina
?” Tony asked.

“She loved it as well.” Colton sounded a little tired, but was speaking more clearly than Dane. “She went to the ladies’ room and will be right back.”

“I am glad she enjoyed it.” Tony didn’t seem in a hurry to leave. “Would you like coffee to finish off the meal?”

“Sure,” Colton said. “Make it three, and leave room for milk for Drew.”

“And sugar packets,” Dane said.

She smiled at the fact they’d remembered she liked milk and sugar in her coffee just from breakfast the morning of the attack. But then it occurred to her that Dane had automatically given her coffee with room for milk without asking her how she liked it, and he’d given her the sugar bowl. How had he guessed that? Unless Megan had told him, but that would be an odd thing to have come up in a normal conversation.

“I will have your coffee served at once,” Tony said.

“No rush,” Colton said.

Dane said beneath his breath, “You are going to pay for that naughtiness, Drew.”

He gripped her hair and began thrusting his hips again. She continued to finger her clit, so close to climaxing. In the next moment, his cock bucked and jerked, and his come filled her mouth. Her own body seemed to shatter and she moaned around his cock as she came hard. The stars she saw behind her eyelids this time were brighter as she swallowed his come and licked it all off his shaft when she slipped it out of her mouth.

Dane arranged himself in his jeans and was zipping them up while she adjusted her dress and made sure the ties on the straps were secure. She tugged down her dress and moved on her knees the few inches to her chair, and eased out from under the tablecloth.

Both men looked exhausted and sated. She felt a sense of power over them as she took her seat and glanced from one to the other.

“You are going to pay for that,” Colton murmured as he looked at her.

“She sure as hell is,” Dane said in agreement.

Drew gave them a mischievous smile.

While they lingered over two cups of coffee each, Drew turned the tables on them and asked them questions about their pasts.

She learned that Dane had grown up in a family of six boys who all had served in a branch of the military. After graduating from NYU, Dane had gone into the Navy to become a SEAL. He didn’t seem to want to talk about what he’d done in the military, though, as if his experiences haunted him in some way.

Colton, on the other hand, grew up with two sisters in Brooklyn. They’d had to grow up fast because their mother had become an alcoholic after their father abandoned them when they were in their early teens. Colton had graduated from NYU, where he had roomed with Dane. He’d liked his job with the NYPD, for the most part, but he’d been ready to retire and start his own business when he and Dane had made the decision to form JPSC.

Drew couldn’t believe how the time had flown by when they finally left Tony’s place. They’d stayed for three hours. Colton and Dane left a generous tip before they told Tony goodbye and headed back to her place.

Drew felt amazingly relaxed as Louis drove the three of them to her apartment.

Despite the fact that the sun had gone down, once again it was damned hot when they stepped out of the air-conditioned car. Immediately, perspiration coated her skin. The men escorted her to her apartment where she disarmed the security system and let the men inside with her.