Gambling with Gabriella (Menage MfM Romance Novel) (Playing For Love Book 2) (5 page)

O
h god oh
god oh god oh god.

Dominic tangles my fingers in his, and sucks my forefinger into his mouth, his eyes shimmering with the same lust that’s rampaging through my body like a herd of wild elephants in the Serengeti. Carter, on the other side of the couch, covers my left hand in his own, much larger hands, and leans in to kiss my neck.

Shivers wrack my body at that kiss, at the raspy whisper of his stubble against my tender skin. Dominic groans at my reaction. “I’d forgotten how responsive you are,” he says, his voice hoarse.

Carter grins. “I hadn’t,” he says smugly. He presses another kiss on my neck, right at that spot that seems to be a hot button to my pussy, and I squirm on the couch, restless and wanting more.

I’d forgotten how long they’d teased me before they let me come.

Dominic wraps his hand around my neck and turns me towards him, his mouth kissing a pathway towards my lips. Carter’s hand closes on my breast through my clothes, and again, I wriggle and whimper and throw my head back on the couch. I’m rewarded by a squeeze of my breasts, and a trail of kisses on my neck.

My own hands are pressed helplessly at my sides, but now I bring them up and pull Dominic and Carter closer. “Please,” I beg. “Don’t make me wait.”

“Where’s the fun in being in a hurry?” Dominic raises an eyebrow at me. I can’t decide if I want to throw a shoe at him, or if I want to smother him in kisses. Yeah, lust has scrambled my brains.

They both run their hands all over my body. They rest teasingly on my knees, before inching upwards over bare thighs. My legs fall helplessly open for them, an invitation that they somehow manage to resist. They cup my breasts, kneading and squeezing and bending their heads down to suck on my nipples through my dress and my bra, the sensations muted by the clothing, but still sending shudders of pleasure through me.

“You can take off the dress,” I breathe.
Please take off the dress.

“Can I?” Carter mocks. “Good to know, Gabby.”

I’ve already flipped him off once,
I remind myself. Before I have to convince myself not to do it again, Dominic works on getting my dress undone. His fingers tug at the zipper in the back, and I shrug the fabric off my shoulders. The dress falls to my waist.

My bra is removed with practiced ease.
Too practiced?
Doubts swirl in my mind again about the foolishness of revoking the Vinny rule. Then Dominic’s mouth finds a nipple and he bites down, and all I can do is bury my fingers in his hair and pray that I don’t end up regretting this moment.

“Stop thinking,” Carter instructs. “Just feel.”

“Quit giving me instructions,” I say crossly. Or at least, I try to be cross, till Dominic nips my tender skin again. Then my voice trails off into a whimper and a plea…

Carter tips my chin towards him. “You didn’t complain about my orders that night,” he whispers, his voice a delicious mixture of sin and promised pleasure. “You liked it, if I remember correctly.”

He does remember correctly.
I’m not exactly the shy, retiring sort, but they had been so dominant that night and each time I’d obeyed, they’d brought me to an orgasm. That’s the kind of Pavlovian conditioning I approve of.

“I’ll obey if you let me come,” I bargain.

Dominic laughs. “It doesn’t work that way, Gabriella.” Still, his hand snakes down to my bare thigh, then it glides upward. “Your skin feels like warm velvet,” he groans. “Touch her, Carter. See how soft she is.”

Hands grip my knees open. I feel their touch inch its way up towards my pussy, like lost ships seeking a lighthouse. A wet, dripping lighthouse.

Then one hand strokes me through my panties in an achingly slow touch and all thoughts, silly or otherwise, about stranded ships and sea wrecks, flee my brain.

“She likes that.” Carter doesn’t sound smug this time. Just
satisfied
.

“Yes she does,” Dominic agrees. “Her entire body shivered.”

“Will you stop talking about me like I’m not here?” I demand. I’m about to shatter from the waves of lust that are pounding through my body, and the two of them are picking apart each reaction.

Okay. Time to start getting even.

I close my fingers over their erections. My left hand strokes Dominic’s impressive bulge, my right hand rubs Carter’s rock hard cock over his trousers. Two sets of deep groans reward my move. “Gabby,” Dominic grates into my neck, then his fingers graze my panties again.

My hips rise to meet his hand, and my grip on their cocks tighten. They react in unison. “Fuck,” Dominic groans. “You are going to be the death of me, princess.” He pushes the panties to one side, then his fingers are on my bare skin, on the soft folds of my pussy, and I am lost.

“Please Dominic,” I beg, as he explores my slit, teasing me, but refusing to touch my clitoris. “Please.”

Carter exhales loudly as a twitch of Dominic’s finger has me tightening my grip over his cock. He moves my hand aside for a few seconds, and before I can begin to protest, he’s unzipped his fly and pulled that lovely, hard dick out. “Touch me,” he orders again, and this command I’m happy to obey. His skin is soft steel, and I ache to take him into my mouth, to lick each and every inch of him, to feel his tremors of need as he responds to my touch…

Then Dominic finds my clitoris and once again, my thoughts dissolve into nothing. The only thing left are my senses. I can feel the heat of their bodies pressing into me. The cool air conditioning causes my nipples to harden into bullets, and each time they roll an erect nub between their fingers, a sharp spike of pleasure-pain roils through me.

I run my hand up and down Carter’s cock, and I yearn to do the same to Dominic. I reach for his zipper. “Get this off,” I tell him. “I want you.”

He smirks at me and complies. His cock jumps out, hard, ready and eager, and I stifle a moan. I’d forgotten how big they both were. They’d filled me so completely that night, taken me so thoroughly that my pussy and ass had been sore for days after.

Oh god, I want that again.
I have to feel their bare skin against mine. I have to feel them slide into my waiting, eager body. I need Dominic and Carter.

The sounds of heavy breathing fill the air, interspersed with moans and whimpers. The guys have their heads thrown back on the couch, and their faces are clenched with need as I focus on their cocks. “So good,” Carter grits out, leaning forward to kiss me on my bare shoulder, a touch that sends shivers through me. “So very good.”

He keeps kissing me. His tongue laves my earlobe, and I arch into him as sensation floods my body. “Carter,” I whimper helplessly. Dominic, not to be outdone, finds my clitoris again and his finger rubs at that bundle of nerves. “Fuck…”

Hands everywhere. Exploring my pussy, cupping my breasts, stroking me till I stretch and purr like a kitten. Mouths kissing my lips, my shoulders, my neck. Stubble rasping at skin, sending need prickling through me, a restless need that coils tighter and tighter as Dominic teases my sex. Though I love this extended, slow seduction, I whimper my protest. I need to feel them in me.

“So impatient, princess,” Dominic says softly.

“Guilty as charged,” I reply. There should be a prize for being able to form words at a moment like this. I don’t conceal the lust in my eyes when I lock my gaze onto him. “I want you in me.”

Dominic curls a hand around my neck and pushes my head back on the couch.
I should be afraid,
I think, as he encircles my throat. I should remember I don’t really know these men…

I’m not afraid. And when they both lower their mouths onto my skin in tandem, kissing a trail up my jaw, I shudder as the sensations overwhelm me. The slight danger of Dominic’s touch, the hot molten ache their caresses cause in my body… It’s too much.

Finally, just when I think I can’t take it for even another second, Carter pulls away and growls out an order. “Get up.”

Yes please, let’s take this to the bedroom.

“Put your hands on the back of the couch,” he commands. “Bend over.”

Goosebumps break out all over my skin at his firm tone, at his brusque orders. I obey eagerly and their hands tug at my dress, sending it to the floor. My panties follow, and I’m naked at last.

“Are you guys going to get naked too?”

“All in good time,” Dominic says calmly, smacking my ass.

“Hey,” I protest half-heartedly. The sharp sting is fading already, but it has ignited a blaze in me.

Dominic reads my reaction perfectly. “Beg me to do it again.”

Oh god oh god oh god. I’m going to die here, in this room. I’m going to die of longing. “Please spank me, Dominic,” I whisper, heat rising on my cheeks. I can’t believe I’m asking for this.

“Gladly, princess,” he replies. I brace myself for another slap, but instead, I feel the itch of his stubble against my globes as he presses a warm kiss on my skin. Then he spanks me.

Something shifts in the air. A sense of urgency propels us forward. Dominic and Carter’s hands run over my slick pussy, over my tight asshole. “So beautiful,” Carter breathes. I can hear the lust in his voice. Turning my head, I can see the shimmering fire in his eyes. “So completely perfect.”

I want to protest that I’m not, but as I look at them, I bite that thought back. They want me. Their cocks are steel-hard with desire. Their gazes are heated and appreciative as they look at me as if I’m a feast waiting to be devoured. Now is not the time for insecurity.
Now is the time to believe.

Carter pushes a finger into my heat, and I cry out. “So tight,” he says. Then Dominic adds a finger, and I grind back as the two of them move in and out of me in perfect unison.

A stream of garbled words pour out of my mouth, a mixture of Portuguese and English, mingled prayers and curses as their touch makes me shiver in arousal. But before I’m ready to erupt, they move their fingers away. Dominic urges me sideways so I’m lying on the couch. Carter sheds his clothes quickly, and I twist so that I can take his dick into my mouth.

We both moan as we get one step closer to fulfillment.

I hear the sound of a condom wrapper tear, and Dominic spreads my legs. Carter’s cock jerks in my mouth as I focus on my rhythm, bobbing my head up and down on his rock hard length. Then Dominic shoves into me, and everything goes hazy.

This moment, I remember. This memory, I’ve masturbated to a thousand times since that day. And now, I can experience it all over again.

I’m a gambler, and right now, I feel lucky. I feel the same rush of adrenaline that I do when I know I’m holding a killer hand.

Dominic pumps in and out of me, his fingers rubbing at my clitoris at the same time. Tendrils of lust multiply till everything feeds the flame, and I double-down, my hand curving around the base of Carter’s cock, moving up and down on it. Magically, his already hard dick gets even more engorged. “Fuck,” he groans, his eyes clenched shut. “Gabby.”

We are all adults with reasonably broad vocabularies, though you’d never know it listening to us now. Desire has warped our brains till all that’s left is moans and curses, prayers and pleasure. I am a slave to their cocks.

“So slick, princess,” Dominic breathes. His pace quickens, the slams get harder. Each thrust is hitting me perfectly. “I can’t hold on.”

I want them to lose control. I want them to unravel, and I want them to fall apart because of me.

Dominic grips my thigh as he pounds into me. My hand tightens around Carter’s cock, and my head bobs faster. The rhythm is quicker now, more uncontrolled. I can feel it. I’m so close.

“Yes,” Dominic urges. “Come for me, Gabby.” His thumb grinds into my clitoris and his thrusts get frantic, and that’s all it takes. I convulse, flail and shudder, and I explode, muscles clenching and quivering around Dominic’s steel length.

He’s right with me. He gasps his own climax as I’m still lost in mine. Through all of this, by some miracle, I’ve managed not to move my mouth away from Carter, and even better, I’ve managed not to graze him with my teeth. As my tremors slowly die down, I focus again on Carter’s dick, a slew of hilarious motivational one-liners running through my head. All for one and one for all. Leave no man behind.
In a threesome, make sure all three participants get to orgasm.

I didn’t need to worry - Carter isn’t too far behind. His grip on my hair tightens. “Not going to last,” he rasps. “If you don’t want to swallow…”

Though I appreciate the warning, I want to taste him and suck every last bit of him. “Don’t stop,” I moan.

He doesn’t. He comes hard, and I swallow every drop. We all slump on the couch, exhausted from the tidal wave of desire that has swept over us. I’m limp and satiated, and I feel like I’m glowing all over. There’s really nothing quite as amazing as good sex. And this wasn’t good sex - this was
great
sex. Fantastic, toe-curling, want-to-do-it-again sex.

The Vinny rule can bite me
.

“Again?” Dominic reads my mind. “And this time, in the bedroom?”

What a good idea. Carter sweeps me into his arms, and I rest my cheek against his broad, muscled chest. He carries me to the bedroom, where he sets me down gently on the bed, and the two of them prepare to take me all over again.