a little afraid.
“Look at me, Zoe.”
The command was quiet but firm, and she complied immediately, her gaze lifting to his, to the darkness of his eyes. There was danger lurking in their depths. An adrenaline-inducing mixture of mastery and of answering arousal.
“This is the only time I’ll say it. I don’t want to ruin your fantasy with the intrusion of reality. This is for you. All of it’s for you. If at any time you don’t want what we’re offering, if you want us to stop for any reason, just say so. We’ll push. We’re more than willing to push you as far as you want to go, but you get to say when , okay?”
She swallowed and nodded, and then he leaned in and kissed her. His tongue swiped gently over her lips and delved inside, tasting her, offering reassurance for what was to come.
She loved him for this. For being secure enough in their relationship to give her something she’d only fantasized about and for taking such care in the execution.
When he drew away, she unconsciously drifted forward, seeking him even as he left. He took several steps back and finally settled into an armchair a few feet from the bed. Her gaze drifted to Brody and Tate, who’d stood silently as Chase talked to her, and then back to Chase.
It was then she understood. Her heart leapt to life and beat so fast her cheeks tightened, and the room grew fuzzy around her. He would watch, at least for now, while Brody and Tate fucked her.
She licked her lips and turned once more in the direction of Brody and Tate only to find they’d moved. Her breath caught and held when she saw Tate purposefully unbuttoning his fly. The rasp of the zipper sounded loud in the silence, and it sent a shiver straight up her spine until the tiny hairs at her nape stood on end.
Brody put his hand on her shoulder. His fingers curled into her skin, firm and commanding. Without a word he turned her, then put both hands on her shoulders and guided her down onto the mattress. Her head hit the edge of the bed with a soft bounce.
Above her, he shrugged out of his shirt. Muscles rippled across broad shoulders. A flame tattoo snaked up his arm and over his shoulder. It extended down the left side of his back. She’d seen it many times, admired it—and him. Of the three guys, he was the most muscular. He spent a lot of time in the gym and in the garage of their house lifting weights.
Then his hands lowered, and he pulled at his pants. His cock jutted forward, so close to her face. He was the one who’d fucked her after Chase. The one who had been hard for her to take. His length and girth mesmerized her. He was all male, beautiful. She lifted her bound wrists, wanting to reach back and touch him.
His fingers closed around her hands and pushed roughly so they once again rested on her belly. Then he slid a palm underneath her neck and pulled until her head leaned over the side of the bed.
He fisted his cock then aimed at her mouth.
“Open for me, Zoe.”
The shock of hearing him speak for the first time momentarily threw her off balance. Yes, she knew she was being fucked by her best friends, but it hadn’t seemed real. Until he spoke.
She trembled even as her lips slowly parted to accept him.
Chase leaned back in his chair and watched as Brody thrust into Zoe’s mouth. The angle of her head was perfect. Brody didn’t have to bend or maneuver her. He just stood against the bed and fucked her. Only he was sliding deep into her throat and not her pussy.
Tate took the other side and got onto the bed between Zoe’s spread thighs. He stared down at her body like a man about to sit down at a feast. He ran his hands up Zoe’s slim body until he cupped her breasts. He toyed with her nipples until they hardened and stood upright in pouty points.
Chase had to shift in his chair. The position was becoming rapidly uncomfortable. The sight before him was more erotic than even he’d imagined. Hearing her soft sighs of pleasure mixed with the wet, sucking
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