Sinners On Tour 05 Double Time (30 page)

Now what did he mean by that? “
Ethan
?”

His chains rattled as he captured her head between his hands and stared down at her with the most intense expression she’d ever encountered. Her heart rate thundered out of control.

“What should we do to her first, Trey?”

Trey peered at her over Ethan’s shoulder. “I don’t know about first, but at some point tonight I want her legs wrapped around my waist and those sexy boots digging into my ass.”

She tore her gaze from Ethan’s to smile up at Trey. “You like the boots?”

Trey nodded vigorously.

“No one said you could speak,” Ethan said and covered her mouth with a deep kiss.

Ah, so he wanted to be in charge now. She could handle that. Ethan suddenly tore his mouth away from hers and winced as Trey pulled away from him. “Where are you going?” he asked. “I like you in there. I thought I might get to be in the middle this time.”

“It’s Reagan’s turn to be in the middle,” Trey said.

Reagan contemplated what that meant for a moment. “No, thank you. I’m perfectly content to be on the very bottom.”

“I thought you wanted to experience my favorite position,” Trey said, a teasing grin on his gorgeous face.

“Not if it involves a huge cock in my ass.”

“I’m not that huge,” Trey said.

Words she’d never thought she’d ever hear a man say.

“It feels great, sweetheart. He knows what he’s doing,” Ethan said. His gruffness had already vanished and he peppered her face and neck with gentle kisses.

“Should we head for home?” Trey asked. “There isn’t anything remotely resembling a bed in this place.”

“There are loveseats in the entry,” Reagan said and then flushed when she considered that they might actually take her out there and have their way with her. Aggie and Jace or some random customer might witness her shameless acceptance of two lovers.

“That there are,” Ethan said and rose from the floor. “Help me with these chains,” he said to Trey.

Reagan lay on the floor and watched the two of them interact. There was something different between them now. A new awareness or connection or something. While Trey unfastened the cuffs on Ethan’s forearms, Ethan stared at him with unmistakable adulation. And love. Trey treated Ethan more carefully than usual, as if six feet two inches of broad-chested, muscle-bound hunk was something to cherish. When Ethan was free of his restraints, he embraced Trey and buried his face in his neck. Trey held him but didn’t say anything. Reagan felt almost guilty watching their moment of sweet togetherness. Something about it made her heart ache.

And lying on the floor made her back ache.

Ethan pulled away and patted Trey’s bare butt. “You can top me anytime, baby.”

Reagan chuckled. Perhaps she’d been seeing a little more in that embrace than was really there.

Ethan headed for the door that led to the entryway. “Help me?” he asked Trey.

The pair left the room and Reagan wondered if they’d forgotten about her until they pushed one of the red loveseats into the room and closed the door.

“I’ve never moved furniture in the nude before,” Trey commented.

“I’ve seen a few mattresses move when you’re in the nude,” Ethan said.

“And the earth,” Reagan added.

Trey turned to look at her. “What are you doing on the floor?”

“Waiting for Ethan to teach me a lesson.”

Ethan grinned. Reagan hadn’t seen him smile like that for over a year. He returned to her side and scooped her up into his arms. “Your lesson will take place over here,” he said and carried her to the sofa. He set her down gently and removed her corset, but left the skintight piece of leather posing as a skirt in place.

It turned out to be a lesson in pleasure. Not that it surprised her. Her men treated her well, but seeing as they were in a dungeon, she was expecting something a little more painful than having her breasts and ass worshiped by eager hands and mouths. Ethan went snooping around in the dungeon implements and found a blindfold. Reagan scowled when he slipped it over Trey’s eyes.

“Find the cherry,” Ethan said. He applied small spots of Trey’s cherry-flavored, edible lube to Reagan’s skin. Trey used his lips and tongue to find the hidden locations with Ethan’s convoluted instructions of warmer and colder. It took him twenty minutes to find the spot on her shoulder, because Ethan kept redirecting him to her nipple. Another ten minutes to find the spot on her knee, because he kept Trey near the top of her thigh until she couldn’t bear it any longer.

Trey was very thorough in his search and even more so when he finally found his treat. Reagan hoped Ethan put some of that lube on her clit soon. She was on fire and that’s where she wanted Trey’s mouth the most.

Reagan pouted when Ethan coated the head of his cock with lube and rubbed it over Trey’s lips. Trey’s tongue darted out and he licked Ethan’s swollen head for a solid minute before he hesitated. “I don’t think this is part of Reagan,” Trey said.

“Ethan’s cheating,” Reagan said.

“You’re getting warmer, Trey,” Ethan said.

Trey’s tongue darted out to lick at the flavoring on Ethan’s cock. He was just as thorough on Ethan as he had been on Reagan. Licking and sucking. Rubbing his lips over him first and following that with his tongue. His lips again.

“Warmer.” Ethan sucked in an excited breath as Trey’s lips suckled off what remained of the cherry flavoring by taking the entire head of Ethan’s cock in his mouth. “Hotter. Hotter. Oh God, you’re hot.”

Trey pulled away. “Reagan gets to pick where she wants it next.”

Catching Ethan’s eye above Trey’s head, Reagan pointed at the heated flesh between her legs. Ethan shook his head.

“That’s where I want it,” she complained.

“You’re being taught a lesson,” Ethan said.

“What kind of lesson?”

“How to take more pleasure than you can possibly stand.”

Well, that didn’t sound so bad.

“Without coming,” he added.

“He’s big into the delayed gratification thing,” Trey commented. “I wonder if he’s ever experienced it.”

Reagan knew he had. She used to ride him for hours and he’d just keep holding back on her until she got completely exasperated with him. “I can’t ever make him come if he doesn’t want to,” Reagan said.

“How could he not want to? That’s the best part,” Trey said.

“Exactly. Must be the alpha male in him.”

“You can make
me
come, Reagan. I won’t hold back on you,” Trey said.

“Will you make me come too?” Reagan said. “I’m not much into the delay of gratification thing either. I’d rather try for multiple orgasms.”

“Hey,” Ethan protested. “I thought I was running the show here.”

“We just let you think that,” Trey said.

Reagan laughed at the expression on Ethan’s face. He apparently thought this meant he wasn’t going to be involved.

“I think I’ve had enough cherry flavor. Now I want to taste Reagan,” Trey said. Kneeling on the floor beside the loveseat, he searched blindly for Reagan’s thigh and leaned over her body. She opened wide for him—one leg on the back of the sofa, the other on the floor. He kissed and sucked his way up the inside of her thigh. When he reached the wetness between her legs, he sampled it with his tongue, licking her not to bring her pleasure—though it did—but to collect every drop she produced for him. Her eyes drifted closed as she lost herself to sensation. They popped open again when Ethan joined her on the loveseat. He slid his large hands under her ass and lifted her hips off the sofa, kneeling between her legs. She noticed he’d applied a condom. She couldn’t wait to find out what they had in store for her next. Trey was still swirling his tongue in her opening. He followed the raise of her hips without a problem.

“You’re getting colder, Trey,” Ethan said.

Trey suckled his way toward her clit. When he latched on to the sensitive nub, a spasm gripped Reagan’s entire body.

“Now you’re hot,” Ethan said and inched forward until his cock pressed against Reagan’s quivering pussy. He slid inside her, his thrusts shallow as Trey was still working her clit with that sensual mouth of his. Ethan ran a hand across Trey’s shoulders and Trey lifted his head so Ethan could plunge deep—once, twice, three times—before he backed off several inches to give Trey room to lick her clit with hard, rapid strokes of his delightful tongue. When the first waves of orgasm washed over her, she cried out in bliss. Ethan rotated his hips, stretching her clenching pussy in wide circles while she came. The pleasure became too much for her and she grabbed Trey’s hair to pull him away. Ethan plunged deep and then pulled out entirely. He lowered her hips to the sofa again and she lay there shuddering and gasping for air, while he moved to sit at the end of the sofa. She watched Trey sit on Ethan’s lap, his back to Ethan’s belly. Trey took Ethan inside his body, rising and falling over him in obvious bliss. Ethan used both hands to rub Trey’s balls and cock until Trey’s legs began to tremble. He pulled away unexpectedly and removed Ethan’s condom. Trey sucked Ethan’s cock for several minutes, while Ethan clung to the sofa cushions with both hands, obviously fighting one hell of an orgasm for all he was worth. Trey applied a new condom and held a hand out to Reagan.

“Your turn, baby. See if you can make him come.”

So that’s what Trey was doing. She was game. Ethan moved over a few inches so she could straddle him more easily. Facing him, she took Ethan inside, ready for another orgasm already. Watching Trey with Ethan had gotten her excited all over again.

Trey stood behind her and massaged her breasts while she rode Ethan. His hands moved down her ribs and belly. He stroked her clit with two fingers and then returned to massaging her breasts.

“Do you think she’s ready?” Trey asked Ethan.

She’s
ready? Weren’t they trying to make Ethan come?

Ethan shifted his hips to the very edge of the sofa and held her down, completely impaled on his thick cock. Trey moved between Ethan’s legs and settled against Reagan’s back. Slippery fingers rubbed against her ass and then slipped inside.

“Trey?” she gasped. “What are you…”

She lost her train of thought and ability to protest when his fingers began to move inside her.

“Oh,” she gasped.

“I can feel that,” Ethan murmured.

Trey pulled his fingers free.

“Wait,” Reagan protested. “I liked it.”

“Relax for me, Reagan,” Trey murmured.

She wasn’t sure what he meant, but she went limp against Ethan and the next thing she knew Trey’s cock was buried in her ass.

She jerked upright, her body so full, she wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Easy,” Trey murmured. “Trust me. I won’t hurt you.”

It didn’t hurt, exactly. There was an unaccustomed pressure within, but not pain.

Trey withdrew slightly and thrust forward.

Ethan groaned and dropped his head back against the sofa. “I can feel you move against me, Trey. Inside of her.”

“That’s why this is my favorite position,” Trey said.

Reagan chuckled. Well, she never would have figured that out on her own.

“Lean forward a little,” Trey instructed.

Reagan complied. Now that she was filled with both of them, she’d lost her inhibitions about trying this. She wanted to experience all it had to offer.

“Ride him, Reagan. I’ll do the rest,” Trey said in her ear.

It took her several attempts to find her rhythm. Trey held still as she rose and fell over Ethan, drawing both cocks in and out of her body with maximum effort. She wouldn’t last long at this rate. Trey smacked Ethan on the shoulder. “Help her.”

He’d been sitting there shuddering with his eyes closed, but at Trey’s insistence, Ethan gripped Reagan’s ass in both hands and helped her rise and fall. Once they found a steady rhythm, Trey began to move in shallow fast strokes, which rubbed his cock repeatedly against Ethan’s on each up and down stroke of Reagan’s body.

Ethan’s head fell back against the sofa, his mouth dropped open, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“I’ll make him come,” Trey said. “He’ll never be able to hold out on us like this, Reagan.”

She meant to agree with him, but her mind was not functioning well enough to form coherent thoughts, much less words. She could feel their cocks working against each other inside of her. It was the most wonderful, weirdest sensation she’d ever experienced.

Ethan cursed under his breath. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. I can’t fight it.”

Trey’s fingers sought Reagan’s clit to help her join Ethan in bliss. Her hips buckled unexpectedly the instant he touched her there and she cried out at the same instant that Ethan shouted in triumph, and Trey shuddered behind her with his own release.

Fan-fucking-tastic. Oh yeah. She could totally get used to this threesome thing. Even if it meant she wouldn’t be able to walk for a couple days afterward. Fucking-A, Trey rocked her world. And Ethan made it spin.

Trey watched Reagan’s frustration build at rehearsal the next day. All the guys of Exodus End were behind her one hundred percent and she was doing great for her first attempt at rehearsing an entire, major live show, but she had no tolerance for her little mistakes. And the more she made, the more stressed she became, which made her make more mistakes until she couldn’t seem to do anything right.

“Let’s take a break,” Max said and hooked his microphone in its stand.

Reagan rubbed her forehead while Max talked to her about letting her notes trail longer. Dare set his guitar in a stand and came over to sit next to Trey on an equipment case on the edge of the stage.

“She might do better without you watching,” Dare said.

“She’s doing great.”

“I’ve seen her do great, Trey. She’s stiff right now. Unnatural.”

Trey had picked up on that too. “I think she’s just nervous.”

“That’s to be expected, but she has to be able to fake it enough that the audience doesn’t pick up on it.”

“Maybe if your manager would stop trying to turn her into a sex symbol, she could find her music again. She’s not comfortable with that image.”

“He thinks that’s the way to go. The band’s split on that idea.” They both watched Max try to get Reagan to hold her guitar lower—at heavy metal level. She typically held it a bit higher—at country western level.

“As long as you’re on her side, I won’t have to kick your ass,” Trey said.

Dare flicked Trey’s ear. “I’ll do any required ass-kicking in this family.”

“You’re going to kick your own ass?”

“If necessary.”

They watched Steve tap his drumsticks on the body of Reagan’s guitar as he tried to get her to rock out to the beat. “You did it back in the studio that first day,” Steve said to her. “I know you can do it.”

“I think I should get her out of here for a few hours,” Trey said. “She looks pretty stressed out.”

“She has to get used to that too,” Dare said.

“So I’m supposed to sit back and watch her struggle?”

“Nope, you’re supposed to leave her to struggle on her own and let her vent to you about what assholes we all are when she sees you tonight.”

Trey sighed. “All right. I’ll leave my one true love at the mercy of four badass metal heads, but I won’t like it.”

“She’s a tough chick. She’ll be fine. Don’t be her crutch. Be her champion.”

Trey internalized his brother’s words. The man could do no wrong. In Trey’s eyes, he knew everything. “Dare?”

“Yeah, bro?”

“Watch out for her for me, okay?”

Dare smiled. “Will do.”

“Thanks.” Trey slid off the equipment case and approached Reagan who was having advice thrown at her from Max, Steve, and Logan all at once. She looked from one man to the next as if they were speaking some obscure foreign language.

“Guys,” Trey interrupted. “Give her a moment to breathe.”

She looked so relieved to see him that he thought she might burst into tears. He strengthened his resolve. Champion, not crutch. “I’ve got some stuff to do. I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

Her look of desperation turned his resolve into a wet noodle. “You’re leaving?”

“You’ll do great, Reagan. I have faith in you.” He gave her arm a rough bro-tap with his knuckles and turned to go. Maybe he should have kissed her good-bye instead.