Beyond Pain (19 page)

Bren shuddered wordlessly, pushing one finger inside her while rocking the heel of his hand against her clit.

Gasping, her body clenching tight, Six shoved her hand against her mouth. Too late to muffle all sound, and that was when her buzz of adrenaline shattered.

Reality slammed into her, sharpening every sense until the reality of it overwhelmed her. She was in a warehouse, sprawled on a couch with Bren's hand in her pants, his finger
inside
her, and it wasn't some frantic, rushed thing like in Sector Three. This was slow and lazy and deliberate,
public
. She was rubbing against him like a cat in heat, eager for an orgasm she hadn't even doubted she wanted, because watching Rachel come on Lex's fingers had gotten her wet.

And she didn't want to stop. God, she wanted
more
.

On the stage, Lex nuzzled Dallas's cheek and said something, something that had to be about Rachel, who was bobbing up and down, her cheeks hollow as she sucked with a bliss that pushed Six's arousal higher.

Closing her eyes didn't help. Dallas's strained voice chased her there, pitched to carry in a way meant to remind her that he knew she was here, watching, and he wanted her to hear every word. "She's sweet as sugar, Lexie, hot and eager. You'll see when she's got this clever tongue in your pussy. I think I'll reward her every time she makes you come all over her face."

"See, Rachel?" Six could imagine Lex cooing the words against the woman's ear, her breath stirring blonde hair. "He'll take care of you. All that hunger. Want to know what Dallas's idea of a reward is?"

A gasp, a shuddering sigh. "Yes."

Christ, Six did, too.

"Not just fucking you," Dallas rumbled, his voice so roughly compelling that Six's eyes fluttered open. He had Rachel's head tilted back at a precarious angle, her throat stretched in a pale, vulnerable arc. "Fucking you together. The first time, I might just impale you on my cock and hold you still while Lex sucks your clit."

Rachel's hands flexed in his grip, and her reply came out husky and challenging. "I thought you wanted me to eat her pussy."

He laughed. "That's how you earn the reward, darling." Then he pushed her back down and watched in heavy-lidded approval as she willingly parted her lips to accommodate his cock, and Six wondered hazily if Bren was taking mental notes about what made her clench around his finger.

Just in case he wasn't, she turned her head to his, leaning her forehead against his chin without sacrificing her view of the stage. "You could do that to me sometime."

"Fuck your face?" He thrust a second finger into her pussy along with the first. "Or make you go down on Lex?"

Grinding against Lex on the dance floor had been fun. Watching her fuck was, too. But any attempt to put herself into the action happening on the stage morphed into Bren's hands, Bren's cock, just...
Bren
.

His fingers pumped into her, and she lowered her voice. "No one touches me but you. But you can do whatever you want to me."

"Can I?" His free hand grazed her breast, and he pinched her nipple until she had to bite her wrist again.

Lex was wiggling out of her pants, and Six considered doing the same. Hell, if Bren wanted to bend her over the arm of the couch and fuck her to the sound of Rachel going down on Lex, she'd let him. "Yes."

Lex urged Rachel up until Dallas's dick slid free of her mouth, then pulled her around to the front of the couch. She stood there, keeping her wrists crossed behind her back, as Dallas hauled Lex to kneel astride his lap, her legs folded beneath her, her back snuggled against his chest. His hand drifted down to cup her pussy, his fingers rubbing until her back arched.

Six bit back a whimper and clutched at Bren's arm. "That," she whispered hoarsely, imagining her back pressed to the solid wall of his chest, his arms around her, caging and protecting her as he worked his fingers deep. "I want that."

His breath hitched, and he pinched her harder. "Now?"

The pain short-circuited something in her brain. Her hips twisted off the couch, as if she could ride his fingers just by driving up against them. If he got her out of these damn restrictive pants-- "Yes. Yes, yes, yes."

It was dizzying how quickly he pulled away and tore his shirt over his head. Then he had her bent in front of him, dragging her pants low enough for her to kick them away.

He closed his arms around her, his chest hot at her back. "Say it again," he rasped.

She couldn't breathe. Even in the shadows, she felt exposed, her knees forced apart by the width of his strong legs. For the first time, there was a tiny thrill in that. Not in the exposure, but in the darkness, the secrecy of Bren's hands on her body, stroking her in time with the scene playing out before them.

She was supposed to say something, only she couldn't remember what it was. So she said the one word that mattered, chanted it in a rough whisper as she clutched Bren's wrist and tried to guide his hand between her legs. "Please."

He wrapped one hand around her throat--no pressure, just the light weight of his hand. "Shh."

Shivering, she stilled and watched Lex's head loll back against Dallas's shoulder. Those big hands of his had smoothed down her body, his fingers parting her pussy lips, holding her exposed as Rachel knelt before her.

Arching, Six mirrored Lex's pose by folding her arms behind her, trapping them between Bren's abdomen and the small of her back. This was a message she could deliver in silence, a reminder.
You can do anything to me.

His chest rumbled, and he stroked her hair, tickling one lock over her nipple. Before she could recover from the brief tease, he reached down, sliding two fingers against her, one on either side of her clit.

On the dais, Rachel moved slowly, licking a path up Lex's inner thigh before reaching her pussy. Lex exhaled sharply, only to do it again a heartbeat later, when she should have had no breath left.

"Slow," Dallas commanded. "Lick her up and down, but not her clit, not yet. Fuck her with your tongue instead."

Lex stilled for a moment, then clenched her fingers in Dallas's hair as she rolled her hips against Rachel's mouth. "Oh,
fuck
."

Six echoed the motion with a slight rock that rubbed her against Bren's fingers. She squirmed, unable to sit still but unwilling to break the moment by speaking, either. The furtive frustration cranked her higher, as if her body were drunk on being denied.

She was a freak, and she'd never given less of a fuck.

Rachel lifted her hands from behind her back, curled them around Lex's thighs, and pulled her closer. Dallas caught Lex's chin in his hand and turned her head, forcing her to meet his gaze.

His lips curved up in a gentle smile that he never gave anyone else, and Six almost looked away. Watching them fuck was less intimate than that soft-eyed smile, even if Dallas dirtied it up by murmuring, "Suck her clit now."

Rachel obeyed, and Lex held his gaze as she began to shake and moan. She touched his face and mouthed words, silent but unmistakable.
I love you.

It was too raw, scraping at hollow, hungry places inside Six, places Bren had already laid bare. She tilted her head back against his shoulder and concentrated on the brush of his fingers over her clit to fight off a fantasy where Bren gripped her chin and mouthed those words to her.

"More?" Low and intense, but Bren didn't wait for an answer before pushing into her again, two fingers deep in her pussy.

So good. The stretch of those inner muscles, the sound of his fingers slicking into her, the heat of his breath on her ear, of his chest against her back. If she'd felt lost the first time he'd gone down on her, this was the opposite. She was surrounded, embraced, pinned in place so the rising pleasure couldn't sweep her away.

Even with her eyes clenched shut, her body tensed with the need to come, a moan from Lex painted vivid pictures across her imagination. Maybe Rachel was using her fingers now, pushing them as deep as Bren had. Or maybe it was Dallas, unable to keep his dick out of the woman he loved. "What's happening?" Six whispered, shuddering as Lex moaned again. "Tell me."

"Rachel's touching her." Bren rocked his hand in a rhythm he'd never used before, and Six knew he was mimicking what he saw. "Lex is trying to ride her fingers."

"Oh, God." It was worth forcing her eyes open to watch Lex's hips move in a tempo she'd already matched by instinct. For a dizzy moment, she felt connected to her, bound by the experience they were sharing, even if Lex was oblivious to it.

No wonder they all got off on fucking in front of each other. How much more intense would it be to meet Lex's eyes across the room, to know they were both shuddering under the same caress, fighting the same rising edge?

"Deeper," Dallas commanded, reaching around to twist one hand in Rachel's hair. "Fuck her with your fingers as hard as you want me to fuck you with my cock."

Rachel groaned, and Six didn't have to see her fingers driving into Lex to know she obeyed. Lex bucked so hard Dallas had to grip her hips to hold her down, his fingers framing the intricate tattoo of his name that spanned her abdomen.

"That's it," he whispered, so low Six had to strain to hear him. Bren's fingers thrust lazily, stringing her along the edge, and it was bliss and goddamn
torture
just to hang there, panting, and watch Lex fall.

The woman's skin flushed, and every muscle tensed, right down to her feet where they rested on Rachel's back. Her shaking had turned into an all-out quake, and a low noise escaped her, somewhere between a moan and a cry.

Her eyes snapped open, dark and unfocused, and her movements took on a primal sensuality--not the desperate pursuit of release, but something lazy and languorous. She slid her fingers into Rachel's hair and held her in place while she circled her hips, riding the last waves of pleasure.

Shivering uncontrollably, Six opened her mouth, prepared to beg, but Bren stole her words with a flex of his arm, his fingers plunging into her deep and hard and perfect.

"So sweet." Bren's words were quiet but harsh. Hungry. "You want it. Show me how much."

"Bren--" Her back bowed, arching her body away from his, but he still held her tethered with that gently unyielding grip at her throat as everything started to unravel, spinning out of control.

She closed her eyes. "Don't let me scream," she begged, her last coherent thought because it was hotter in darkness, in silence--

His hand moved from her throat to fold over her mouth, muffling her hoarse cry as a final twist of his clever fingers shattered her. She came in shuddering spasms, irrationally turned on by his hand clamped over her mouth, especially when she dug her teeth into his fingers and he growled like she'd wrapped her lips around his dick.

"I'll fuck you right here." He drew out her orgasm by curling his fingers firmly inside her. "But you have to be quiet."

She whimpered at the thought of his cock inside her, stroking all the places that were still untouched, still hungry.

On stage, Dallas rose. He left Lex sprawled on the cushions and pulled Rachel up to lean over, her hands on the back of the couch and her tits in Lex's face.

"Think she's ready for me?" he asked as he dragged a hand down Rachel's spine, but he didn't wait for an answer. He fisted his cock, stroked it once, and smiled as he positioned the head and pushed into Rachel's body so smoothly, she had to be wet, so wet--

Six nodded jerkily, silently answering Bren's question.
Fuck me, please fuck me.

Bren released her mouth, and his hand brushed the small of her back as he unbuckled his belt. "Say it. Say yes."

She'd kicked ass in the cage. She'd beaten down her past, reclaimed her pride, proven to all the people who'd seen her shamed that she wasn't a victim anymore.

If she wanted to have sex in a warehouse while a filthy threesome played out in front of her, she fucking well would.

And she did. She so, so did. "Yes."

To an outsider, it would just look like fucking.

They'd see naked flesh, bodies joined, and no more, nothing beyond the sheer physicality of the people writhing on the brightly lit dais. They wouldn't notice the things that caught Bren's eye immediately--the protectiveness inherent in Lex's hand on Rachel's cheek, or the way Dallas spared a moment to rub her back, soothing and petting.

She was safe here, and Christ knew she needed that. In some ways, she was even more of a princess than Noelle. Though her family back in Eden was solidly middle-class, Rachel had been sheltered. Cherished.

When she'd taken the fall for her father's liquor smuggling, she'd protected her family
and
Dallas. If she'd been willing to roll over and give the investigators in Eden insider information about the O'Kane operation, she might have been spared banishment. Instead, she'd kept her mouth shut, and that gesture had earned her an instant place within the gang.

She'd never lived on the streets. Never wandered the sectors, struggling to survive, and that innocence showed in more ways than she realized. But Lex and Dallas knew what she needed, just as they knew someone had to guide her through this experience.