Blame It on the Bass (20 page)

Befuddled confusion tickled Levi’s molten arousal. A woman?

“I’m going to go,” Sonja said, her voice choked.

“No,” Corbin ground out.

Levi turned to look at her, grabbing Corbin’s hand as he did so and sliding it down the front of his jeans until his lover’s fingers covered his dick. “You’re not going anywhere, Sonny.”

Blue eyes flickered. She leveled a direct stare at him. He could tell she was doing her best to hide her response to what she’d just watched. He wanted to tell her she was doing a woeful job. Her pupils were dilated. Her breath was shallow.

“I still think you’re a fucking wanker, Stan.”

“I
am
a fucking wanker, Sonny,” he responded. “But that doesn’t stop you wanting to fuck me, does it? And I
know
you want to fuck Corbin.”

He flattened his hand over his groin, pressing Corbin’s fingers harder to his aching cock. “And I
want
to watch you when you do.”

Behind him, face buried into the crook of his neck, Corbin moaned softly,
his
erection nudging the crevice between Levi’s arse cheeks. “Levi, please…”

A lick of self-hate stole through Levi. Cold and unsettling. Why was he being such a prick to Sonja?

Because she knows you, Levi. She knows you and always has. And now she’s holding a mirror up to you and you see it all. And it fucking petrifies you that Corbin will see it all as well. Even as you
want
him to. Even as you want her to become the bridge that brings you back together. You want to use her, Levi. As much as you want to fall in love with her again. And that makes you vulnerable.

“Come here, Sonny,” he ordered, working Corbin’s fingers on his throbbing shaft beneath the course denim of his jeans. “Now.”

She stood motionless. Didn’t so much as blink. “We’re outside, Stan.”

“I don’t fucking care.”

Corbin’s cock twitched at the crevice of Levi’s arse.

Levi stared at her.

He knew she was his the second she caught her bottom lip with her teeth. He saw her swallow. Saw her lick her lips. And then she crossed the four steps between them—the chasm between reality and fantasy—and stood before him.

“Kiss me,” he ordered, the words a strained breath. “I want Cor to watch your lips on mine.”

Corbin’s grip on Levi’s cock grew firmer. A painful caress that sent potent pleasure into Levi’s balls.

For a split second, no longer than it took Sonja to blink, he thought she was going to defy him. Wretched confusion and hollow grief tore at him, and then she rose onto her tiptoes, cupped his face in her soft, warm hands and pressed her lips—open-mouthed—to his.

He melted into her kiss, Corbin’s pulsing grip on his erection heightening the pleasure surging through him. She swirled her tongue against his, coaxed it into her mouth and sucked it hard. Nothing about the kiss was hesitant or uncertain. Levi’s head swam with carnal euphoria. It seemed little had changed about Sonja since their teenage years. When she decided to do something, it was a case of go hard or go home.

And she wasn’t going home.

Which made Levi very,
very
hard.

Behind him, body pressed to Levi’s back, Corbin groaned, his breath hot on Levi’s cheek. Levi knew his lover watched Sonja’s assault on his mouth. Could feel how much it affected Corbin with every jerk and throb of his erection rammed to Levi’s butt. The physical response sent fresh desire into Levi’s cock, making it spasm in Corbin’s hand.

“Fuck,” Corbin ground out in Levi’s ear, his lips a hot caress on Levi’s skin. “You’re so hard.” He swiped his tongue into Levi’s ear, detonating a cascade of exquisite sensation through Levi.

Levi moaned into Sonja’s mouth, capturing one of her breasts with a strong hand as he snared the hair at the back of Corbin’s neck with the other. Searing pleasure engulfed him. As Corbin squeezed and pumped his cock, Sonja fucked his mouth with her tongue. As Corbin ravished his jaw, his throat, his ear with wickedly hot lips, Sonja scraped her thumbnail over his nipple, teasing the tight tip of sensitive flesh through his shirt.

Levi had never experienced anything like it. It took command of him, controlled him. His knees trembled, his pulse pounded. When Corbin nipped his earlobe at the exact moment Sonja pinched his nipple, a shard of wet electricity shot through him, sinking into his balls.

Christ, he was going to come. In his jeans. On the deck. Out in public. For the world to see.

He tore his mouth free of Sonja’s and sucked in a ragged breath, grabbing at her hand on his chest to still its delicious torture of his nipple. “We need to go inside,” he rasped, fighting for control, denying the overwhelming urge to surrender to the molten need flowing through his body.

Blue eyes gazed up at him, fogged with impatient desire. “Told you that earlier. Should have listened to me.”

He chuckled. “I forgot how bossy you try to get during sex.” He twisted his head to grin at Corbin. “You ready to see how Sonja tries to defy me, Cor?”

Corbin dragged his thumb across the tip of Levi’s erection, his stare on Sonja. “I look forward to it.”

Sonja snorted, stepping backward. “Are we going to fuck, or are we going to stand out here and talk?”

Levi turned back to her. “Oh, Sonny, you have no idea how much we’re going to fuck.”

Corbin squeezed his cock one last time before withdrawing his hand from Levi’s jeans. An empty loss sliced through Levi at the absence of his lover’s fingers wrapped around his length. He pulled a slow breath, fighting to calm his urgent want. He never surrendered to it, not until he’d made Corbin come. He wouldn’t surrender to it now until Sonja came as well. Then, only then, would he relinquish control of his release.

With a quick scan of the area around them, he snared Sonja by the wrist and strode into the apartment, Corbin at his side. A cautious part of his mind—the part that normally ruled his actions—wondered if they’d been watched or photographed. The rest of his mind didn’t fucking care. Not when he was about to lose himself in the bliss of Corbin and Sonja’s bodies. In their warmth. Their pleasure.

He moved to the low black sofa, directing Sonja to stand before him. Corbin followed, the heat radiating from his body a subtle kiss on Levi’s flesh. Sliding his attention to his lover, he met Corbin’s waiting gaze. “Undress her.”

“I can undress my—”

Corbin stepped forward and pressed two fingers to Sonja’s lips, halting her indignant response. “Shhh.”

Levi curled his lips. His cock throbbed at Corbin’s gentle admonishment. “Do you remember what turned me on the most about making love to you, Sonny?”

She flicked him a look. “My tits?”

He let her hear his low chuckle. “I can tell you remember. It’s in your eyes. Say it. Tell me what turned me on the most when we used to fuck as teenagers.”

Her breasts rose and fell. Her breath grew shallow. “Dominating me,” she answered. “Of course, I didn’t know that’s what it was called back then. It was just you…being in charge, taking control.”

“Nothing’s changed,” he said, holding her stare. An elemental heat thrummed through him. “The thought of taking control of you, Sonja, of being in charge of your pleasure, even as I control Corbin’s…” He closed his eyes as a wave of tight pressure claimed his groin. “Undress her, Cor,” he repeated, opening his eyes to gaze at his lover. “And lick every inch of flesh you uncover as you do so.”

Corbin turned to face Sonja. Levi noticed the muscles of his jaw bunched. And then he moved his hands to Sonja’s hips and slipped his fingers under the hem of her shirt.

Sonja sucked in a swift breath, her focus on Corbin’s face. Her nipples grew to points, straining against the material of her shirt. Levi’s mouth filled with saliva at the thought of suckling them, of Corbin suckling them. His cock jerked in his jeans, a painful throb, as Corbin slowly, slowly inched Sonja’s shirt up over her ribs, her breasts, her head.

For a giddy moment, when Sonja’s arms were imprisoned by the garment, Levi came close to telling him to stop. She stood before Corbin, her arms extended above her head, her forearms and hands trapped by cotton, her breasts uplifted, her lips parted. The baby-pink lace of her bra mocked the tight, grunge-black denim of her jeans in a delicious contradiction.

He opened his mouth, ready to tell Corbin to leave her the way she was.

And bit back a groan when Corbin did that very thing.

With a ragged intake of breath, his lover skimmed his palms over Sonja’s ribcage, the touch almost reverent. That he was touching a woman’s body seemed to stir something deep inside him. His nostrils flared and his hands shook. When he came to the swell of her breasts, barely encased in skimpy pink lace, his lips parted.

He stood motionless for a moment, his palms cupping Sonja’s flesh, his thumbs hovering over her taut nipples, his stare locked on her face.

Levi’s cock throbbed at the sight. It was powerful. Evocative.

Glorious.

Perfect.

“Lick them,” he ordered, every nerve ending in his body on fire.

Corbin’s nostrils flared again. His Adam’s apple jerked up and down once, and then he bent at the waist and stroked his tongue first over Sonja’s left breast, from underswell to puckered nipple, and then the right.

Levi couldn’t contain his groan. Fuck, had he ever seen anything so arousing? He didn’t think so. “Again,” he rasped.

Once more, Corbin painted Sonja’s breast with his tongue, lingering longer on her nipples this time. Sonja whimpered, her belly hitching.

As Levi watched, Corbin turned his attention to the rest of her exposed torso, licking and nipping a path over her ribs, down the shallow line of her flat stomach, to her navel.

She let out a gasping little giggle when he flicked his tongue into her belly-button, her eyes closing, her arms trembling above her head.

When Corbin lowered himself to his knees, kneading her breasts with growing pressure as he explored the area of skin beneath her navel with his lips, Levi barely resisted the urge to unzip his fly and release his engorged cock. He ground his teeth instead, refusing his body’s need. Not until Corbin and Sonja had come. Only then…

Torturous, exquisite moments later, Corbin rose to his feet again, dragging his chest up Sonja’s body until their faces aligned. He caught her bottom lip with his, pulling it away from her teeth a little before swiping his tongue into her mouth.

Levi drove his nails into the centre of his palms, the searing lust in his blood making his body ache at the sight. “Again.”

Corbin did as commanded, this time inching his hands up Sonja’s raised arms until he’d completely removed her shirt. He tossed the item of clothing aside, moving his lips to her throat as he gripped a fistful of her hair and tugged her head backward a fraction.

“Oh, fuck,” Sonja groaned, eyes closing. “You do this so well, Cor.”

“I’ve learned from the master,” he answered.

Molten heat filled Levi’s core at the statement. He watched Corbin ravish Sonja’s throat and chin and then lick his tongue into her open mouth, only to pull away when she tried to meet the kiss. Levi recognized his own moves—those he’d used on Corbin many times. It was beyond arousing to witness. It was powerful. Potent.

Christ, everything about this was incredible. He’d never felt so…so…alive.

Unable to stop himself, he moved his hand to his trapped erection, grinding his palm-heel up and down its solid length.

Soon.

But not yet.

With a whimper, Sonja leant toward Corbin, pained pleasure etched on her face. Corbin stepped away, snaring her hands from above her head as he did so. He moved one to his lips, kissing the palm before—with a flicking glance at Levi—tracing a line up the inside of her arm to the crook of her elbow. He spent a long minute there, nibbling on her flesh. She whimpered again, eyebrows knitting, stare locked on his head.

Levi noticed she rubbed her thighs together and a hot lick of lust shot through him at the thought of her clit, swollen with blood and want, encased in the pink folds of her sex.

Christ, he wanted to see Corbin suck on that tiny button. Wanted to hear her cry out with pleasure as his lover worshipped her pussy.

He shifted his feet, his heart a rapid tattoo, his chest tight. “Remove her jeans, Cor.”

Corbin slid a heavy glance his way, nodded once and then dropped to his knees. He hooked his fingers into Sonja’s waistband and tugged her closer to him. So close he could press his lips to her belly. He trailed a ring of kisses over her flesh, releasing her belt buckle and popping her fly all the while. When Sonja raked her fingers through Corbin’s hair, Levi shook his head. “No. Put your hands behind your back, Sonny.”

She shot him a glare, her breath shallow.

He met her stare. “Behind your back, Sonja. You will not touch him until I say you can.”

At her belly, Corbin groaned.

Sonja pulled a choppy breath and did as commanded.

Hot desire surged through Levi and he nodded. “Good girl.” He lowered his gaze to his lover.

Corbin’s eyes met his for a moment, and as always during their lovemaking, Levi was undone by the sheer trust and love he saw in them. “Keep going,” he said, his voice far from steady.