Beyond Addiction (27 page)

And then Dallas spoke, low and soft, every word heavy with confidence and control as he twisted his free hand in Lex’s hair and pulled her back. “She’s so hungry for you, Trix, that she forgot to lay down the rules first. But I think we only need one.” He nodded to Finn without releasing Trix’s gaze. “Do you trust him to draw the lines for you tonight?”

She couldn’t remember a time when he hadn’t drawn her lines, good or bad. Every boundary she had was so intimately connected with Finn that he could redraw them in a split second. Her pleasure and his, intertwined so completely that his desire was all she needed to crave something, too.

Back in Five, it would have been dangerous. She could have lost herself. But she knew who she was here, and that she was surrounded by love.

“I trust him.” The words came out husky, breathless. “With everything.”

Finn splayed his fingers protectively on the small of her back. “You trust all three of us,” he corrected, and he didn’t sound jealous. He sounded relieved, as if he recognized the safety net for what it was—the chance to let go and know no one would be hurt.

And Dallas knew it. He smiled and brushed his thumb over Trix’s lip, undoubtedly smearing her lipstick again. “That’s right. All three of us, doing our damnedest to send you flying straight to the moon. Is that what you want, darling? Be sure.”

Trix waited for the uncertainty to break over her in a chilling wave, but it never came. She felt only the lingering warmth of touch, sparked even hotter by anticipation. “I’m sure.”

“Good.” Dallas released Lex’s hair but gave her a stern look. “Next time you want to lick her...”

“I’ll ask,” she breathed, shifting closer to Trix. “Slowly, with as many dirty fucking words as possible.”

Finn remained silent, but the couch creaked behind her as he gathered her hair and pressed a kiss to her nape.

She leaned back against him, but Lex held her tight with both hands wound in the front of her shirt. She yanked it open with one quick jerk, popping the few remaining buttons.

Dallas let out a groaning laugh, full of exasperation. “
Lex
.”

“That’s okay,” Finn murmured against the back of her neck. He caught Lex’s wrist and dragged her hand down to the fastening on Trix’s pants. “Don’t rip this button off. She comes so much harder if you go slow at first.”

“Really?” Lex toyed with the button and slid her other hand up to the front clasp of Trix’s bra. “We could test that.”

“Slow and fast and then slow again?” Finn asked, teasing his fingers down Trix’s throat. “You like that idea, doll? Do you want us to play with you?”

She felt like she could barely breathe, even though her chest was heaving. Every desperate inhalation pushed her breasts against their hands, and it was all she could do to gasp an answer. “Please.”

Finn tilted her head up with a hand under her chin. His gaze was so dark, so gently dangerous. He’d have no qualms at all about commanding the leaders of Sector Four to fulfill every whispered or half-voiced fantasy, because when it came to her pleasure, Finn would always be relentless.

He pressed his thumb to her lips and then parted them, pressing the tip inside. “Help me undress her.”

Lex flicked the clasp open in one practiced motion, but the mesh and lace clung to Trix’s nipples, rasping over the hard tips. Squirming only made it worse, until Lex peeled away the fabric with a soothing noise.

The hand that slipped across her bare stomach and popped open her pants was larger. Rougher. Finn didn’t let her turn her head back as Dallas dragged the zipper down, holding her with his gaze as he withdrew his thumb and rubbed the slick pad across her lower lip. “Two people who want to see you come almost as badly as I do? I never realized how hot that could be.”

Holy Christ
.

“Beautiful,” Lex declared, tracing her finger in a slow circle around one of Trix’s nipples. “I promised to ask, didn’t I? Before putting my tongue on her gorgeous skin?”

“Soon,” Finn promised, exchanging a look with Dallas. Before Trix’s scrambled wits could catch up, Finn had hoisted her up and Dallas had his fingers hooked in her pants. As if they’d done it a hundred times, Finn twisted and Dallas pulled, dragging the fabric off her hips and down her legs. Finn stripped her shirt and bra away, leaving her sprawled in his lap in nothing but her panties.

And then he wrapped his arms around her. He cupped her breasts, lifting them, setting off wild shivers as he rubbed his fingertip around one nipple. “Well, Lex? Where do you want to lick her first?”

“Hard choice, love,” Dallas rumbled, tracing his fingers along the lacy edge of Trix’s panties, her only remaining clothing. “She’s so pretty all over, isn’t she?”

“Mmm.” Lex dragged her own tank top over her head. Bare to the waist, she leaned over Trix until their bodies almost touched. “I’ve watched you touch yourself while you dance, honey. I know what gets you cranked up.” She smoothed her hands up Trix’s stomach to her breasts, her fingers bumping into Finn’s.

Finn’s hands were big, his skin rough. Lex’s were nimble, soft, and the difference in sensation was heady. Trix arched into their caresses—and choked on a moan when they pinched her nipple between their fingers.

“Do you suck her tits while you fuck her?” Lex asked intently.

Finn groaned. “Sometimes.”

Dallas skated one hand up Lex’s back to wind in her hair. “Is that what you want to do, Lexie? Put your mouth on her nipples while he fucks her?”

“Hell, yes.” She licked her lips and teased her fingertips under the top edge of Trix’s panties. “How wet and tight does she get? Or should I just see for myself?”

“Not yet.” Finn caught Trix’s wrists and guided her arms up until her fingers met behind his neck. He touched her all over on his way back down, smoothing gentle hands over her skin. Soothing her. Warning her. This was Finn at his most patient, determined to spin out her torment until she was trembling and wrecked by need.

She couldn’t wait, not tonight. She twisted in his arms, trying to ease the ache. “Finn.”

“Shh.” His lips brushed her ear, but his words weren’t a whisper. They were for Lex and Dallas, and they were deliciously commanding. “They’re both going to suck your tits,” he promised, sliding his fingers across her mouth to muffle her moan. His other hand settled over her linked fingers, holding her trapped. “All you have to do is feel it. And trust me.”

It was ridiculously arousing. She’d never been into bondage, but here, like this—held down and offered up—she was free. With every bit of control stripped away, even her voice, she could only focus on sensation.

On pleasure. Blood roared in her ears as Dallas swatted Lex’s hip, urging her to move. Then she was surrounded, with Finn at her back, and Dallas on one side, stroking his fingers along the curve of her breast.

Lex stretched out on top of her, all soft skin and supple leather, and breathed a sigh. “Fuck, honey. You look so good like this.” She licked Finn’s fingers where they covered Trix’s mouth, then leaned past her to nip at Finn’s lower lip.

Trix turned her head just a little, far enough to see the flash of tongue. They were close, so close that the slick sound of their kiss tickled her ear, and her pussy clenched. They’d fuck her like this, fuck
each other
like this, and she’d drink in every goddamn moment of ecstasy.

Because it was all for her.

Dallas touched her chin, tilted her face to his. “He’s ours now, sweetheart. Yours, first and always. But ours, too.”

Yes
.

Lex’s mouth drifted from Finn’s, over to Trix’s ear, and down to the line of her jaw. “Sweet,” she whispered. “So fucking sweet.”

“I know.” Finn circled one fingertip at the corner of her mouth. “Taste her.”

Dallas slipped his fingers into Lex’s hair again, dragging her mouth to his for a quick, raw kiss. Tongues and teeth and groans, the way Finn kissed her when his control slipped, when he dared be a little rough. His fingers tightened around Trix’s hands, as if he found the sight as arousing as she did. He was already so hard beneath her, his dick straining his jeans as she squirmed in his lap.

And then Dallas and Lex bent lower. Heat streaked through Trix as Lex’s lips brushed her breast, then again, hotter, when Dallas’s tongue grazed her nipple.

She had only a moment to process the sensation before Lex joined him. Trix cried out against Finn’s hand as their tongues circled the hard peak of her nipple, teasing and flicking.

She needed to pull them closer. She needed to push them away. She could do neither, so she arched her hips helplessly, and Lex rewarded her by pressing one firm thigh to her pussy.

Trix bit Finn’s hand as Lex rocked, rubbing warm leather against her soaked panties. She was wet and so, so ready, but they held her back, not giving her quite enough pressure on her clit to make her come.

Finn shifted his hand, freeing her mouth but wrapping his fingers gently around her throat. “What do you feel?”

“Please. Oh God, please.” She was babbling. She couldn’t stop. “It feels so good, please—”

“Oh, fuck me.” Lex shuddered. “Is this what you like, honey? His big, strong hand on your throat while he makes you beg?”

“I always give in.” Finn kissed her temple. “She knows I’ll give in. She knows I’ll do anything.”

“I can see why.” Lex stroked her hand across the top of Trix’s chest, just under Finn’s hand. “You’re so pretty, honey. Flushed and turned on and pleading. I’d give in, too.”

“Liar,” Dallas chided, voice full of fond approval. His fingers pinched tight around Trix’s nipple, the perfect bite of pain to slice through the aching longing. He tugged, toying with her until Trix whimpered. “Don’t let Lex fool you, sweetheart. She’s more sadistic than I am. Ask her how long she made Rachel wait before she came the first time.”

“I’ve heard.” Everyone talked about the night Rachel had shed the last of her good-girl shell with Dallas and Lex.

“I haven’t,” Finn murmured. He shifted his legs, widening his stance, forcing Trix’s knees apart to give Lex more room between them. “Dallas?”

Trix thought he was asking for the story until Dallas nodded and caught her wrists, freeing Finn’s hands while keeping her trapped. And Finn didn’t waste any time before laying his hand on the back of Lex’s head and urging her down. “Show me. Make her beg.”

Lex groaned. “You filthy bastard.” She jerked her head, not to get away, but to pull against Finn’s grip. When he held tight, she groaned again.

Then she reached back, blindly fumbling for Dallas’s pocket. Her hand brushed the erection straining his fly, and he hissed and ground up against her, his laugh strained. “You looking for something, love?”

“Found it.” She tugged a switchblade out of his pocket and held it up, skating her thumb over the little silver button.

Trix must have shivered, because Finn stroked a soothing hand along her jaw. “Too much?”

“No, it’s—” She’d fucking die if they stopped. “I’m good. I promise.”

“Then watch her cut those panties off you.” He returned his hand to her throat, tighter this time. A hint of darkness under all that careful gentleness, the same wildness that edged his words. “She could hurt you, too. But she never would. You’re safe with us.”

There was nothing safe about the weight of his hand, or Dallas’s steely grip on her wrists, or the look in Lex’s eyes as she pressed the button that sent the sharp, shining blade sliding free of the hilt.

They could destroy her, and she’d love every second of it.

Lex trailed the flat part of the blade lightly over Trix’s skin, down between her breasts and past her navel. It slipped beneath the lace, cold against her bare, heated flesh.

Then Lex twisted the knife, and it sliced through the fabric like hot metal through ice.

Dallas made an approving noise and caught the satin, dragging it away from Trix’s body. “Look at this sweet, neglected pussy. You’re aching for it, aren’t you, darling?”

“
Yes
,” she and Lex answered at the same time, then laughed together.

Finn released Lex, only to slide his hand down Trix’s abdomen. His fingertips stroked her pussy lips lightly. “Dallas?”

“Yeah?”

His fingers stilled. Parted her. The cool air shivered over her, enhancing the sudden feeling of exposure. “Do you guys keep your fancy fucking lube in here?”

Trix’s heart stuttered. “Finn...”

It was Dallas’s turn to laugh as he rose from the couch. “I have something better than that.”

Torment
was too mild a word for it. Trix was aroused and aching, desperate for deeper contact. Defiance rose in a rough swell, and she bucked up against Finn’s hand. He accidentally grazed her clit, and she shuddered through the sharp, sudden flash of pleasure.

His chest rumbled against her back in a low growl, the only warning before the world tilted. He folded his huge hands under her thighs and dragged them up, spreading her wide. Then he hooked his arms under her knees and pulled them toward her chest, leaving her trapped in a different way, bared to Lex and anyone else who glanced at the stage.

“Cut them the rest of the way off,” he ordered.

“Bossy son of a bitch,” Lex muttered. But she obeyed, then retracted the blade and dropped the knife beside the couch. “You’re damn lucky you’re hot.”

“I’m damn lucky,” Finn agreed, pulling Trix’s legs higher. She was cradled now, floating, cut off from any touchstone but his body. He nuzzled her temple. “And so are you. Because you get to touch her.”

“Mmm.” Lex stroked both thumbs lightly up the insides of Trix’s thighs, eliciting another shiver. “He really does want you out of your head, doesn’t he?”

“You don’t even know.” Her voice came out strangled, urgent, and Trix took a deep breath. “He’d do this all night.”

“That’s lovely.” Lex reached the tops of her thighs, and she continued on by tracing over the swells of Trix’s outer lips. “And so are you.”

“She’s perfect.” Finn smiled, and she felt the curve of his lips against her ear. “Make her come, Lex. Just once. Because we’re going to push her so much higher when Dallas gets back.”

“My pleasure.” Lex was close enough for her breath to feather over skin, and she lingered there for a heartbeat before dropping her open mouth to Trix’s pussy. She licked and sucked, teased her tongue over swollen flesh until Trix was shaking in Finn’s steely grip.