Three Hard Lessons (34 page)

“Yeah, right there,” I whispered.

Tara took a quiet step into the room, wearing only the silk robe, her face flushed as she watched him fuck me with his mouth. Her long, bottle-blonde hair hung straight to her shoulders. She was Barbie-pretty. Big tits, small waist, and curvy hips. I was curious what he’d think of her.

His finger pushed inside me, working together with his mouth to pull the orgasm from me.

“I want these straps off.”

“Pretty sure I said no.”

“Maybe I’m not talking to you.”

He froze. “What?”

Her robe came off at that moment, and the blur of motion drew his gaze. Dominic bolted upright, his hand tensing on my thigh. His head snapped to me.
Oh my god!
Adorable, embarrassed Dominic. I felt like I hadn’t seen him in forever.

I had a smug smile on my lips as she stepped to the table and undid my straps. He didn’t stop her. He was too stunned and trying not to look at her. She was beautiful. Her tits were round and firm, her nipples were a pale pink that matched her lips. The soft line of her body drew my gaze down to her bare slit, and further to her legs. Shit. Tara gave me a run for my money on the best legs at this club.

“Dominic, this is Tara. Just so you know, she offered to do you when you came in.”

She laughed, her eyes shining. I sat up, yanked out my earpiece, and reached for Dominic, hooking a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss. He was hesitant, thrown off-balance.

“Do you want to fool around with her?” I whispered. “Like, together?”

My fingers curled under the hem of his T-shirt and pushed it up, gathering it until I could yank it over his head and pull it off. His gorgeous chest wasn’t moving. Once again, I didn’t think he was breathing. “Are you going into shock?”

“Maybe.”

I climbed off the table. “Sit down.” He had been up for god knew how long, he was probably exhausted. So he sat reluctantly on the table, one hand on my hip, his focus on me.

“We should talk about this,” he said, worry pooling in his eyes.

“I didn’t know you were into girls,” Tara said, a pleased and anticipatory expression on her face.

“I’m still kind of new to it.” I put my hands on Dominic’s shoulders and urged him to lie back on the table. “You’ll be my third.”

“Payton,” he said, his voice serious.

I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. “Don’t you want to watch me go down on her while you’re fucking me?”

He gave a sexy groan and I could feel his cock twitch all the way through his jeans. “Yeah, but you want that?”

“Fuck yeah.” Hands tangled in my hair and yanked me down into his brutal, raw kiss. My hands wrapped around his wrists and slowly pressed them back. Further until he let me pin his wrists to the leather.

“Tara, a little help?”

She picked up the strap and closed the Velcro around his wrist, then strolled to the other side of the table, her tits bouncing as she went.

“Wait a minute,” he said, realizing too late what was happening. With the one hand bound, I latched both of mine on his free wrist, holding him while he began to resist. She was fast though, and a moment later he was bound. The straps went taut as he struggled, and his eyes went white.

“Do you remember the safe word?” I teased. His nod was just there, buried under his shock. God, this was fucking sexy. I climbed off of the table and went to Tara, his head turning to watch us.

A playful smile tugged on her lips. “I wish I’d known sooner,” she said. “I think you’re gorgeous.”

Her mouth was on mine, her lips demanding I kiss her back while her hands slipped around my waist, sliding lower to grab my ass. It brought our bodies together and her firm breasts pressed against mine. Her kiss was seductive, but it didn’t compare to the one of the man watching. When it ended, I whispered in her ear what I wanted to do.

His gaze followed every step I took around the table so she was on one side and I was on the other. My fingertips trailed down the center of his chest, flowing over the notches of his abs, to the snap of his jeans. I popped it open. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breath unsteady when I inched the zipper down, and tugged his jeans over his hips. I was excited to have him back in my hands. My mouth.

“Get ready to be jealous,” I said to Tara. She smirked right back at me.

“Shit,” he groaned. I dug his thick cock out of his boxers and pushed them down out of my way.

“I am jealous,” she said, pointing to the ring on my hand that clenched around him. “His cock’s big, too.”

She watched as I stroked him, her gaze fixed on the hand sliding up and down the length. She didn’t last long. Her hand clamped at the base and squeezed, and the body beneath our grips shuddered.

His head lifted and Dominic watched us both lower in, his expression frozen. “Shit, are you two gonna . . .?”

“Yeah,” I said. “We are.”

And together, we licked him. There was a snap from the restraints as he bucked against them. He exhaled loudly. Oh my god, was he trembling? I swirled my tongue on the tip of his cock, drawing a moan that rumbled up from his chest. Desire burned across my skin. I drew up, put my hand on the back of her head, and guided her to take him inside her mouth.

“Fuck,
fuck.
”

“You like that?” I asked her in a seductive voice. Dominic stared down while her head bobbed on him. “You like sucking my boyfriend’s fat cock?”

“Fiancé,” he corrected, although it sounded like he was struggling for air.
Fiancé
. There was a label I never thought I’d like, but of course, I was wrong. Tara pulled off of him and held his dick for me, giving me a turn. His warm, damp flesh parted my lips and slid back into my throat.

I pumped on him, sliding up and down in leisurely strokes, swirling my tongue. On the table, he moved under my mouth, writhing. Air was swallowed in huge gasps when Tara and I returned to sharing him. Our tongues met wandering over his cock.

“Holy shit . . . holy shit . . . Payton.”

When I rose up and turned to face him, Tara took over sucking him. His face was like that first time in the room. Tortured agony.

“Don’t make him come,” I warned her, then set my focus on him. “I like you like this,” I whispered, echoing his words from that night with Akira and Yuriko, “trying to hold it together. It turns me on like you can’t believe.”

He moaned, his blue eyes slamming shut.

My hands bristled on his unshaven jaw when I cupped his face and brought my lips to his warm, trembling ones. My fingers crept back behind his neck and into his thick hair. I clenched a fistful and yanked his head back, lifting his chin up so I could drag my tongue down his neck. “You want to fuck me? Say it.”

I could just hear it over the sounds of her sucking his cock. “I want to fuck you.”

I nipped at his soft flesh. “You want me to lick her pussy? Say please.”

It came from both of them, desperate. “Please.”

Velcro ripped open as I undid one wrist. That was all I needed to do, he did the other immediately. Fuck, that was a mistake. When he was free, he stood from the table, yanked the pants and boxers the rest of the way down his legs, and shot me a predatory look.

“I told you I was going to be in charge.”

He spun me in his hands and shoved me so I was belly down on the table. I pushed up on my arms, but the slap of his hand against my ass made me collapse forward. It was shocking to swing from dominant to submissive so quickly, but a rush. One I felt deep inside.

“Count.” His dark order make me ache and eager.

“One,
Arigatō
.”

“In English.” His rough voice filled my ears. Tara watched from the other side of the table, like she wasn’t really sure what to do, but intrigued.

His second spanking stung and left my flesh hot.

“Two, thank you.”

It turned me on so much that my desire ran down between my legs. I blinked and was upright, my back against his chest. His hands slid all over naked curves, his lips drawing a line of kisses down my neck. Oh, he wasn’t playing fair. I shivered from his hot breath and his indecent mouth.

“Tell your friend,” he said, “to get on the table.”

I blinked my lust-heavy eyes at her. “Tara–”

That was all she needed to hear. The leather squeaked when she sat and flopped down on her back. I moved between her legs and let my hands slip over her smooth skin. I tweaked her nipple, getting her to cry out with satisfaction, and skimmed my fingers lower.

“Your pussy’s so wet,” I said. Her flesh was slick and lush, and my thumb brushed over her swollen clit. More cries of desperation from her. Her hands gathered her hair up and spread it out behind her like a curtain of blonde silk. As if she were settling in, preparing for the pleasure I was about to give her.

Dominic kept a hand wrapped on his cock, squeezing. The thick, flexed bicep was mouth-watering. I needed him. I needed the connection to him now.

“Fuck me,” I demanded.

He moved behind me, a hand on my waist. The other cracked on my ass so hard it stole my breath. His aggressive voice flashed lust straight into me. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Fuck,” I swore under my breath. “Three, thank you.”

His hands were on my hips now, his hard cock positioned to drive into me. My head fell down between Tara’s bent knees and, as I tasted her for the first time, his cock began to intrude.

She whimpered. I let my tongue explore, but paused to catch my breath as Dominic slid deep inside, all the way to the hilt. My eyes slammed shut. That electricity between us, would it last our entire lives? I was excited to find out.

“Goddamn. Do you feel how hard I am inside you?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “It feels so fucking good.” The pleasure he gave me was unreal. My tongue fluttered over her clit, and it made Tara’s chest lift off the tabletop.

“Put your tongue inside her.”

When I did, his fingers curled on my flesh and he began to fuck me. Holy god, just one long thrust of that hard dick made everything tingle. The woman beneath me cried out and she fisted her hands in my hair.

“Yes, fuck me with that mouth, yes . . . yes . . .”

I sucked at the button of flesh and her body shuddered in response. The taste of her coated my lips, my mouth, my chin. It rolled down my throat. Behind me, Dominic established his pace. Steady and deep, but of course, slow.

“You dirty, little slut,” he teased. “You like her pussy? Does she taste good?”

I shook her hold off of me and turned over my shoulder to look at him, her juices wet on my lips. “Kiss me and find out.”

His eyes hooded with lust. He bent and his mouth collided with mine, his tongue probing and tasting. The moan from him brought my orgasm closer. My muscles clenched, choking the cock inside me, and Dominic broke the kiss, hissing through his teeth.

“Don’t do that, devil woman.”

“What, this?” I flexed my muscles again and he groaned. A hand shoved my head back between her legs, forcing my mouth against her quaking skin. I latched onto her, the smell of her thick and sexy. Hands threaded through my hair once again. Her hands.

The orgasm inched closed, creeping until the need was too great to think about anything else. Not her moaning. Not his building thrusts. Only the fire that needed relief.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “I’m gonna come all over that face.”

He exhaled, giving a noise of approval. Hips beat his cock inside me, marking me over and over again, his tempo as fast as the heartbeat pounding in my ears. Pinpricks danced over my body, signaling the climax was about to take me. I made my final push to try to get her there before I lost control. This orgasm was going to be massive and threatened to make movement impossible. I sank two fingers into her hot channel, and it gripped at me like a vise.

“Fuck!”
she screamed. It looked like ecstasy rolled through her. Her body went rigid for a moment, followed by uncontrolled jerks that gave me satisfaction. Thank god I was about to come too, or I might have been jealous.

I waited for his command as she seized, the hands tensing in my hair and then falling away. But Dominic was silent. Just the sound of his strangled breathing came from him.

“Tell me to come,” I said. It was supposed to be an order, although I begged it.

“No. I’m never going to do that again.” Another lesson he probably thought he’d learned the hard way with me. Two for him, but I’d learned three.

Don’t tease him.

Don’t give him boundaries.

Don’t think you get a choice in who you love. All of my struggle against falling for him had been pointless. I was his, and he was mine. My body had known it from the moment his hand brushed my fingers our first night together, cluing me in with those unexpected sparks.

“I love you,” I said. “Oh my god, I love you.” Declaring it once again was the last piece to push me over the edge, sending me into that never-ending pleasure that only he could give me. His hoarse cry repeated those three words back, and he followed my orgasm with his own.