Defensive Zone (The Dartmouth Cobras #2) (46 page)

She laughed. "Hurt? Oh, no. Nothing hurts.
Nothing at all."

He nodded and moved away, returned, and
reached up. His fingers slid around her wrists. His hand ran down
her arms and massaged her shoulders. "All good."

"All good." She giggled as a bit of loose
hair tickled her neck. "Very good, Sir."

"Hmm." He studied her like she was one of
those funny pictures that changed when stared at long enough. "If
we're careful, we can keep you here for a bit longer, mon amour.
Would you like that?"

Staying here sounds perfect.
Swaying a
little, she nodded.

"This is the indirect method," Landon said.
"I'll go into more detail next time, but for now I'll just show you
the effects."

Landon flowed by her, blurry around the
edges. She heard him behind her. His fingers skittered down her
spine and her back bowed as tiny shocks leapt from his fingertips.
Alternating heated petting and a lighter, teasing touch, stirring
the charge over her flesh as though he was painting her with it.
Then something hit her and she jumped. Widespread, stinging
strikes, almost painful. She whimpered and arched away.

It stopped. She panted and whipped her head
from side to side. Now Landon was in front of her. Holding a shiny
flogger. He gently brushed the strands of the flogger over her
breasts. The pain intensified. A snap and she drifted away from it,
higher than she'd been before. He hit her stomach. Her pussy.

Oh god!
Her clit burst and she sobbed
as she came again. Heat and mind numbing ecstasy. Her body couldn't
take anymore. Her legs didn't want to hold her up. But she needed
more. Just a little more . . .

Dean appeared, close to her side.
"Landon—"

"Yes, I see."

Her ankles and wrists came loose. She fell,
but not far. She pressed her eyes shut as the fuzzy, dark room
tipped sideways.

"That's enough for tonight, mignonne." Landon
held her close, settling down somewhere far away from the frame
where he'd played with her. "You did very well."

"Is it over?" She frowned when he nodded.
"Not yet! It can't be over!"

A hand brushed her hair away from her face.
Dean looked down at her. "Pet—"

"The last time was too short! I need—" She
pressed her thighs together and swallowed against the urge to sob
again. "I-I . . . .oh please!"

"Shh." Dean knelt by her side. "Open her for
me, Bower. I know what she needs."

Landon turned her in his lap, letting her
rest her head against his shoulder as he spread her thighs. He
kissed her cheek. "Next time we play this way, pet, you won't be
denied first. I think, together, it was a bit too much."

She agreed. But she wasn't given a chance to
say so. Dean cupped her pussy and slowly slid two—no three—fingers
deep inside her. He pumped at a steady pace. Then something started
buzzing. Vibrations pressed against her clit and she squirmed.
Landon held her arms to her sides. Dean forced her legs open wider.
Restraints, ropes, chains—they didn't need any of that to keep her
exactly where they wanted her—the buzzing sped up and she hissed
through her teeth—to take her however they chose. She imagined the
things they would do to her and . . .

"Ah! I'm going to—"
So full. So
wonderfully full.
"Landon! Mmm . . . Dean . . . ."

"Now, Silver." Dean let out a gruff sound and
rose up to kiss her. He growled into her mouth. "Come now."

A heart of flame erupted in her core and
spread until all her strength evaporated in wisps of erotic smoke.
Tendrils of pleasure lingered as a heaviness came over her,
weighing down her limbs, leaving her draped limp on Landon, gazing
up at Dean as sleepiness dragged her towards darkness.

His lips curved into a satisfied grin. "I
think she's had enough."

Oh yeah.
She smiled into the cozy
black.
I'm done.

Landon shifted restlessly on the bed as he
watched Silver sleep. She looked relaxed. Peaceful even. But he
didn't like leaving those red marks on her breasts and back
untended. Unfortunately, Richter had gone downstairs to close up
the club and Landon hadn't gotten a chance to grab his toy bag.

The front door to Richter's small apartment
above the club creaked open. Landon sat up and sighed with relief
as Richter came into the room, carrying his bag. "Thanks, man. I
wanted to get some aloe on her. And I have something else for her
in there."

Richter nodded and dropped the bag by the
bed. "No problem. Wish I could have come up sooner, but Demyan . .
. hell, if he or either of the waitresses can walk after tonight,
I'll be shocked."

Snorting, Landon slid off the bed and bent
down to dig into his bag as Richter took his place on the bed.

"Dean?" Silver groaned. Then sat up fast. "He
left again, didn't he? That fucking—"

"I'm right here, Silver." He sat up on his
heels and showed her the tube of aloe. "Your skin might feel a
little tight, like you have a sunburn. This should help."

"Oh." She bit her lip and her cheeks flushed.
"I just thought—"

"I know." Landon sighed as he stood. He hated
that she thought he'd abandoned her, but he had to regain her
trust. "I won't ever do that to you again, Silver. I promise."

"I believe you."

"No, you don't. Not really. But that's okay."
He forced a smile and gestured vaguely at the bed. "Lie on your
front so I can take care of your back."

She spread herself out and Richter moved to
her other side, playing with her hair as Landon climbed onto the
bed and straddled her thighs. After squirting some aloe in his
hand, he warmed it between his palms and gently coated her reddened
flesh with the clear green gel.

"Fuck, Landon. That feels good."

Her moan tightened his balls. He clenched his
jaw and added another coat to a bright red spot below her shoulder
blade. "Language, pet."

"Oh stop being so uptight." She turned her
head and smirked at him. "Are you going to bitch if I ask you to
fuck me?"

Shit.
He bit the inside of his cheek
as his dick pressed against the inside of his leathers.
She
doesn't need any more tonight, Bower. She's just being a brat.
"Behave yourself."

Her eyes widened in mock fear. "Or what? Are
you going to punish me?"

"
Silver
—"

"My back is fine now, Landon," she said,
sweetly. "Can you do my front?"

He groaned and shifted away from her,
glancing at Richter. "Is she always like this?"

Richter chuckled. "You didn't think you were
taking on an easy sub, did you?"

"No, but . . . ." He shook his head. She'd
top him if he let her. Which would happen when he joined the
fucking Leafs. He lightly smacked her thigh, right over a small
burn. "Turn over."

She hissed and flopped over, glaring at him.
"Jerk."

"Do you have a gag, Richter?"

"Several." Richter stood. "Any
preferences?"

Silver tried to scramble up to the headboard,
but Landon dragged her back down by the ankles. She sputtered and
held up her hands. "No gags. I'll be good."

"Clasp you hands behind your neck and don't
move." Landon waited until she obeyed, then squirted a glob of cold
gel right on her breast. He smirked when she hissed. "I was trying
to be nice, but it's difficult when you insist on testing me."

"That's not what I was—Oh! Mmmm." She thunked
her head into the pillows as he molded his slick palms over her
breasts and squeezed. "Damn it, three times should have been
enough."

Three times . . . ?
Ah, so she thought
coming would sate her. Maybe she needed more after all. He
flattened his hands over her belly and worked his way down. "I
think I've given you all I care to tonight, mon amour."

Her bottom lip stuck out in a charming
pout.

"But." He sat up and pulled off his shirt. "I
have needs as well. And I think I'm going to use your sweet little
body to satisfy them."

He pushed her legs apart and lowered his
head.

"Landon?"

"Quiet, Silver." He parted her glistening
folds with his fingers and laid a gentle kiss right on her clit.
"I've been fucking dying to do this since we met."

* * * *

Silver's brain took awhile to catch up to her
body. Her hips jutted up as Landon's wicked tongue delved into her,
tasting her, torturing her all over again. She stroked his close
shaved head, torn between being devoured by pleasure, and the
enormity of having him, here, all hers to love and enjoy.

You love two men, you crazy bitch?
Her
nails dug into his scalp as he sucked on her clit. And it felt too
damn good for doubt to touch her. So she shoved the voice of doubt
aside and simply allowed the tender emotions flow through her.
Yeah. I do. And it's fucking awesome.

Before long she felt herself tipping over the
brink of climax, but she forced herself away from it and sought out
Dean. Neither of the men had gotten much out of the scene. She
needed to give something back.

Dean smiled as though he understood and rose
from the bed to strip. Landon kissed her inner thigh and waited
while her gaze raked over Dean's solid muscles, not as large as
Landon's, but nicely defined. Fine brown hair dusted with a bit of
grey formed a V from his chest down to the thick white elastic of
his black boxer briefs. Just the right amount of hair to be sexy,
and god she
loved
touching it. Not many of the men she'd
known before had chest hair and she'd never realized how much she
missed the feel of it until she'd gotten herself stuck with two
guys who waxed more often than she did. She even missed seeing
pubes. Dean kept his trimmed and fuck, the texture when she held
his balls in her hand while sucking on his dick . . . her mouth
watered and she snapped her eyes back up to his face as he
laughed.

"Go ahead, sweetheart." Dean moved closer,
took her hand, and ran it down his chest. "I love it when you touch
me while you have that look in your eyes. Like you're
starving."

She gave him a sly smile as she pulled his
boxers over his dick and let them fall. His erection was dark at
the crown with thick veins along the length that beckoned for her
to stroke them with her tongue. A bead of precum on the tip for her
to taste. Her lips parted as he knelt beside her on the bed. He
helped her up enough so she could take him in. And held her there
as he languorously thrust into her mouth.

Salt and clean, rich musk. She swallowed as
he pressed deep, hitting the back of her throat. Her lips slid
easily over his smooth, hot flesh. Her own heat spilled over
Landon's tongue as he thrust it in and out of her, matching her
pace with Dean. Being between them was utter perfection. She'd been
in ménages before, she'd always preferred it, but it had never felt
like this.

"Silver." Landon lifted his head and his
breath rushed out over her. "I need you."

She glanced up at Dean and let his slip from
her lips when he nodded. "I need you too."

Landon pushed off the bed and peeled off his
leather pants. He paused just long enough to don a condom, then
crawled over her, curving his hands under her hips to lift her up.
He tipped his dick downwards and eased into her, watching as their
bodies came together.

The stretching, the slick glide, opened her
up as she took him inside her, but not as much as the raw emotion
in his eyes. She reached up and pulled him down, wrapping her arms
around him as he drove all the way in.

"Let it go, Landon." She kissed him, then
lowered her head to the crook between his shoulder and his neck.
"Whatever it is, let it go. Just for now."

He pushed up and nodded, sliding out and
grinding back in. She focused on tensing and releasing, determined
to make sure he found the pleasure he'd given her.

After a few hard thrusts, he lifted his head
and grinned at her. "Non, mignonne. I see what you're trying to do,
and it's not happening."

"What—"

He slammed into her and her breath escaped
her in a gasp. Hand on her hips, he rolled over. He pulled her up
until the tip of him threatened to slip from her clutching
pussy.

"Richter, would you join us?"

"Gladly." Dean fisted his hand in her hair
and pressed slick fingers against her back hole, spreading cool,
slippery lube. "You didn't really think you had any control over
this, did you, dragonfly?"

She whimpered as his fingers speared her. He
fucked her with them, adding more lube as Landon pressed up into
her pussy. Dark embers of desire came to life deep in her core as
Dean removed his fingers and pushed the head of his dick against
that snug entrance that had been used before, but never in a way
she enjoyed. And Dean was quite a bit bigger than Asher. Which
meant more stretching. More burning. But she knew how to make it
easier, so she relaxed the tight ring of muscles and let him
in.

"Pet, you will listen to me." Dean tugged her
hair, fully seated in her ass, but perfectly still. "I'm not
fucking your ass like Asher did. I'm taking you, while Landon takes
you, because we both need you too much to take turns. Every part of
you belongs to us."

"I know." Her vision blurred as tears spilled
over her lashes. "It's just—"

"Silver." Landon took her face in his hands
and gave her a hard look. "You asked me to let it go. You have to
do the same. Be here with us. This is ours. No matter what others
did in the past, they can't ruin this for us."

"No." She sniffed and smiled at him. He was
right. "No one will ruin this."

"That's my girl." Landon took hold of her
wrists and drew them behind his neck. "This will be rough. I'm
ready to lose control and I don't know if I can be gentle."

"Don't be." She bent down and nipped his
chin. "I can take it."