Wicked Lovers 07 Ours to Love (22 page)

“These are fit for the trash now.” Javier smiled, turning a satisfied glance to his
brother, then refocused on London. On her cunt.

It was sparsely covered with fine blond hair. A glance told him she was beyond wet,
glistening with need. Xander pried her swollen lips apart with his fingers and pressed
down on her clit, gently circling. Her breath caught, and a tremor went through her.
But Xander lifted away, his fingers soaked. The musky scent of her filled the air
as he put the digits in his mouth and sucked noisily. “Hmm. Just like I remember.”

“Xander!” London blinked at him, embarrassed.

“What? You’re so sweet, I couldn’t resist. Can you, Javi?”

He and his brother had done very few things together since just before he’d started
puberty. As children, he and Xander had been close and shared many of the same passions:
Hot Wheels, ice cream, making forts out of pillows and blankets. He’d thought that
rapport was lost forever. But now? It was surprising exactly how much he and Xander
were on the same page with London.

“No,” he ground out. “I want my mouth on her pussy.”

“Soon,” Xander promised. “First, London needs to learn a few rules. All of your underwear
will be going in the trash,
belleza
. You don’t wear them anymore. At all.”

Her jaw dropped. “But I like them. You can’t do that. I can’t go commando. That’s . . .
that’s unladylike. When I’m wearing skirts—”

“Oh, those will be great days. Instant access to your pussy.” Xander flashed her a
wolfish smile, then turned to him. “Anything sound better than that, Javier?”

“No. I would really look forward to coming to work.”

Javier wasn’t sure if Xander really intended to let his girl come to the office without
undergarments, to work around him for eight-plus hours. Did Xander think that he wouldn’t
break down and fuck the girl? Hourly? Or did his brother intend to be there? He wasn’t
sure what the hell was going on, but he wasn’t about to get off the ride.

London’s eyes bulged wide. “At the office, too?”

“Absolutely.” Xander nodded. “Tell her your fantasies, brother. I’ll bet you’ve had
them.”

It was as if Xander had read his mind. And Javier didn’t hate that. It was kind of
uncanny the way they understood one another, at least when it came to London’s seduction.
“I want to bend you over my desk, little one, and flip up your skirt, caress that
pretty bare ass, then ease my fingers into your pussy until you’re sweetly wet and
needy.”

“Like now,” Xander added, cupping her mound again, his fingers sliding through her
folds.

She shuddered every time his brother came near her clit, and Javier couldn’t wait
to touch her, taste her, get inside her and lose himself.

“Exactly,” he choked out, his voice rough. “I think constantly about teasing you until
you’re ready to come, then shoving my cock in that tight little cunt. I wouldn’t give
a shit if the phones were ringing or we were late for some appointment. If I was fucking
you, your number one priority would be to let me. My cock should be the only thing
you worry about in that moment.”

“Imagine you fucking this pretty little girl, Javi, while I sat in your office chair
and watched.”

Javier’s cock jerked in his sweat pants, and it took everything he had not to tear
them off and sink into London’s untried body. He didn’t want to hurt her—would do
anything to keep her safe—but this scene was quickly jacking up his arousal past his
self-control.

“Or imagine that while you fucked her, she was sucking my cock.”

That mental picture splashed across his brain, and Javier groaned. His restraint snapped.
He wouldn’t stop. Couldn’t wait. He yanked off his T-shirt and devoured London’s lips
again with a ravaging passion that had her whimpering into his kiss. Then he shoved
his pants down and off his hips. Her eyes widened, but Javier couldn’t wait another
second to touch Shangri-la. He slid his fingers down her body, straight into her pussy.
His fingers tangled with Xander’s, and his brother adjusted, moving lower to insert
a finger inside her. Javier concentrated on her clit, rubbing her in slow, soft circles.
London mewled.

“That would be spectacular.” He swallowed past a thick ball of lust. “We’ll have to
do that. Have you seen her come?”

Xander nodded. “Flat fucking gorgeous. Her entire body flushes, and the scent of her
pussy fills the air. She tastes
so
good.”

Javier wanted firsthand knowledge of all that. He wanted to devour her, explore every
untouched part of her body, wanted to hear her cry out his name as release wracked
her.

“I don’t think I can wait until we head to the office.”

“Don’t worry. We’re going to fuck her now,” Xander assured. “You want that,
belleza
?”

She arched her back to them, as if offering up her heavy breasts. Her nipples stood
swollen and ready. Javier couldn’t resist and dipped his head to take the delectable
bead back in his mouth.

Xander groaned, and Javier glanced up to find him watching. “You like that? You saying
yes? If so, I’ll do the same to your other nipple.”

“Yes!” she gasped out, wrapping one arm around Javier’s head to bring him closer.

With a smile, Xander leaned down and finally drew the little red berry atop her breast
into his mouth. He sucked strongly, cheeks hollowing. Javier did the same.

London panted and mewled. Under his fingers, her clit turned harder.

“Every time we suck her nipples she tightens around my finger, brother.”

God, everything between them was dead fucking sexy. Javier found himself rubbing his
burning cock against London’s thigh, wondering how soon he could get inside her.

“So close . . .” she whimpered.

“You are,” Xander agreed, his whisper hoarse. “But we didn’t give you permission to
come yet.”

She blinked up at them looking somewhere between panicked and lost. “Permission?”

“Yeah,
belleza
. I have no doubt you’ll lead us around by our cocks a lot, but you’re talking to
two Doms. If you don’t know what that means, we’ll be happy to teach you, but your
orgasms are ours to control now. To build . . . then grant or withhold. Beg sweetly.”

Javier froze. Xander was a Dom with years of experience. He’d mastered women from
coast to coast, on multiple continents, sometimes two or three at a time. Javier winced.
The last time he’d tried to top someone, it had been a disaster, even with Xander’s
help. Today, though, he didn’t feel any of that disconnection between his head and
body. He didn’t feel any of that panic. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t have
any concerns. Yes, he liked bondage and didn’t mind giving a little pain if a woman
enjoyed it, but the mental game of BDSM . . . The brain was the biggest erogenous
zone, and he was so fucked up. He should probably sort out his own head before trying
to play with anyone else’s.

“Please . . .” London whispered, her back arching, her hips bucking.

She really did flush a pretty pink all over, Javier noticed almost absently. He watched
Xander wedge another finger inside her tight opening. London winced a little, held
her breath, then let out a long groan.

“Good morning, G-spot.” He moved his arm, presumably wiggling his fingers inside her.

London clutched the sheets, her eyes widening. Javier took that as his cue and gathered
moisture from her folds again before gently circling her clit once more.

“I can’t stop it. I need . . .” London gasped. “Please let me. Anything. Whatever
you want, I’ll do it.”

“You’ll do it anyway,” Xander growled. “Because everything we do is going to make
you feel so good. You’ll come to crave what we give you. You’ll open your legs every
time we tell you, anytime, anywhere, for any reason. Understood?”

Her breathing picked up speed. Her clit hardened under his finger.

“She’s going to come,” Javier told his brother.

Xander slanted him a glance. “You think we should let her?”

On one hand, he wanted to see her throw her head back and hear her scream. On the
other hand, he loved her writhing and begging. Her orgasm later would be sweeter for
the deprivation now.

“Not yet.” Javier found himself smiling.

He hadn’t had a hell of a lot to smile about in the last twelve months in particular,
but this grin came from deep in his soul. Working with his brother to control London’s
pleasure clicked something into place for him. With Whitney, he’d been panicked and
hazy. Now, he felt sharp and focused. A strange sense of anticipation parked inside
his chest. Not just to have sex with London—though he was absolutely looking forward
to that—but to do something that eased him deep inside besides lift a bottle. It felt
weirdly like progress.

His brother nodded. “Good choice. Exactly what I was thinking.
Belleza
,” he called to London.

“What? No! Please let me . . .” She worked her hips even harder, trying to get the
right friction to send her over the edge.

Javier lifted his fingers from her clit immediately and was gratified to see Xander
had removed his fingers from her pussy, too. The silent communication they had enjoyed
as kids with their toys, the sort he’d thought was lost forever, sprung up between
them again—as if it had always been. They were of like minds, both ready to see London
wail, and beg, and suffer just a bit more.

Xander smacked the pad of her pussy with his hand. London gasped, her look pleading
with his brother. Javier had no idea why watching Xander give his assistant a little
discipline turned him inside out, but no denying it did.

“Take what we give you,” he growled against her breast, pulling her nipple in his
mouth again.

With his hot stare glued to London, Xander did the same. Together, they plucked and
sucked, nipped and pinched her nipples. London sobbed now, one plea bleeding into
the next, her words running together in a desperate cry. Javier couldn’t keep his
hands away from her drenched, swollen pussy, his fingers drifting down to pet her
until her orgasm drew near. Then he’d retreat, focus on her nipples . . . and find
his hands drifting between her spread thighs again. The cycle repeated itself so many
times, he lost count. London turned incoherent, a beseeching supplicant squirming
and mewling between them. Her skin flushed. Her eyes glazed over. She’d do anything
for the pleasure they dangled just beyond her grasp.

“God, she’s beautiful.” Javier swallowed against his thick lust.

“She is. How badly do you want her?”

He frowned at Xander’s question. “Fuck. More than anything.”

“Explain how badly you want her. Describe it. Make sure she can hear you.”

Javier drew in a shuddering breath. He didn’t understand Xander’s point, but he loved
the idea that London would know how badly he wanted her. “I’m burning inside and out,
little one. My skin sizzles. My cock is on fire. For you. I’m bursting to feel you
all around me. I want to touch you everywhere. Inhale you. I’m dying to fuck you.”

He wanted to be the last person she thought of when she drifted off to sleep tonight
and the first person she thought of when she awoke tomorrow.

“Then do it,” Xander drawled.

He blinked up at his brother. Everything about Xander’s expression said that he was
completely serious. “She’s yours. I’d love to, but you—”

“I’m sharing.”

“We can’t share her virginity.”

“Do you have feelings for her?”

London tried to rise from the bed. “Please don’t ask that. I want you both. I’m eager
to be with you, and the rest of it doesn’t—”

“Matter?” Xander interrupted, then turned to Javier. “Yes, it does. Answer my question.”

Jesus, his brother was cross-examining him when lust was fogging his logic so badly
he wasn’t sure he knew his own goddamn name. But if he wanted London . . . “Yes.”
He looked down at her spread across his rumpled bed, her innocent blue eyes giving
way to a womanly knowledge, her rosy cheeks and swollen lips drawing him to her again
and again. But it was her heart he yearned for most. “In you, I see the kind of person
I’d like to be. I’ve spent too long in darkness, trying so hard to be in control,
gathering all the bitter anger I could muster and shoving it into my heart so I wouldn’t
be weak. I’ve walked away from everything in life that matters, leaving myself only
work and vodka. Then you came in, opened your sweetness to me, and . . .”

God, was he in love with her? Wasn’t that impossible? He’d only known her for a few
days. But during that time, he’d seen exactly who she was, and he knew that if she
walked away for whatever reason, he would be devastated.

London reached up and pulled him to her, fusing their lips together for a tender moment.
When he lifted his head to look at her, she wore her heart in her eyes, and Javier
swore for sure that she could see through him, to all his emotions spilling out.

“You intrigued me when I met you . . . which was even before you met me. I saw you
at Kata’s house, the morning Xander brought you to Lafayette, before you woke. You
stumbled from bed, and I helped you back in. You looked at me and called me beauty.”

A pretty flush stained her cheeks again, and Javier caressed her soft skin in his
palm. He didn’t remember the incident, but it made him smile. “You cared about me
even before you knew me.”

She was simply that sort of person.

London nodded. “And I wanted you. It was my first thought when I saw you.” Then she
turned to Xander. “I was already daydreaming about someone just like you watching
me before you appeared in the club. Then, when you stood there, it was as if I’d conjured
you up. You were a fantasy come to life.”

“That day in the club, what did you want me to do?”

She swallowed. “Watch me. Want me.”

“I did. I still do. But you wanted me to fuck you, too. Now we will. Javier?”

His brother was suggesting that he be London’s first lover. Need gripped him, strangling
his good intentions. His balls were heavy, his cock felt ready to burst. But he had
to think of London.