As Hux began to lick the outer lips of her pussy, nipping the flesh, massaging with his tongue and then his fingers, Richard swirled his tongue around her clitoris. He made a low moan in his throat before he began to suck, faster and harder, building the sensation as a wave that would overtake her.
“Hux,” she grunted, twisting out of control. He glanced up at her, though he never stopping touching her. “Please put your fingers inside of me. I want to feel you.”
He nodded and stretched her, first with one finger, then two, finally with three. He pumped slowly, in time to Richard’s pulls on her sensitive clitoris. And the wall that had been building began to crumble. She tried to fight it, tried to think of something else to stave off the explosion, but there was only this and them and the powerful pleasure that stole every other thought and reason in her mind.
“I’m going to come,” she cried out. “Please let me come. I need to come.”
Richard nipped her clitoris. “Then come for me. I want to feel it and taste it and hear it shake these walls. I want every servant in my employ to know that you shattered beneath us.”
He returned his tongue to her and stroked harder, faster. She arched out of control as the pleasure ripped her almost in two. Waves of it hit her, her body contracting around Hux’s fingers as he stroked her through the release. She let out a sound that was animal and didn’t care that it echoed in the room. The pleasure, denied by these men even as they tormented her with its promise, was too big to be contained. She rode it out for what felt like a lifetime, shaking and jolting and swearing as sweat poured down her forehead and her hips thrust against Richard’s tongue.
Hux slowed his thrusts and sucks, as did Richard, easing her down from the mountaintop together as her convulsions turned to mere shudders. When she lay still and spent, Richard caught her hands and pulled her to a seated position. He moved out of the way as he wrapped her arms around Hux’s neck. Hux cupped her backside, shifting so that he could bring her into his lap, her legs around his hips, cradling her against him as he kissed her lips and cheeks and neck.
“You are a goddess,” he murmured against her ear. “I could watch you come forever.”
She smiled against the rough fabric of his coat but was too weak to respond. Still, she felt the hardness of his cock between her legs. After a few moments in his arms, she flexed against it, rotating her hips to tease him as he had teased her. He grunted and laughed as he drew back to look at her. “Always ready?”
“For you? Do you have to ask, Huxley?”
Richard made a soft sound behind them and she glanced over her shoulder. He had shifted to the bed behind her, lying propped up on the pillows. He was watching them, almost as if he couldn’t look away. And like Hux, his cock was outlined against his trousers.
“Take it out,” she said. “Touch it.”
His eyes widened. “That’s what you want?”
“I want to see it. And I know he wants to, as well. I want to feel it.”
Hux tilted her head back and claimed her lips, kissing her hard, harder than he normally did. She returned the kiss, their tongues warring for a moment and then he broke away and looked at Richard. “I’d certainly be interested in the same, Richard.”
“Then I couldn’t deny you,” Richard said with a half-smile as he unfastened his trousers and drew out the hard cock beneath.
Zara swallowed hard as she looked over her shoulder at him, her mouth watering. He was something to behold, after all. Thick and hard, the head of him swollen and leaking just a hint of come. She licked her lips and he shook his head with a chuckle.
“You’re a menace,” he whispered. “And you know it.”
“Then I suppose,” she said, lifting against Hux again, grinding against him through his trousers, “that you two better figure out how to punish me for that. Wouldn’t you say?”
CHAPTER6
Hux
Hux knew how much Zara liked sex. Liked pleasure. It was something she had rebuilt, that he had helped her find again, after the nightmare of how they had started. And that was why he loved watching her come so much. Why he never asked for anything but for her pleasure. Because it was a glorious battle in a war that he knew some never won. She staked her claim in pleasure, met demons head on and declared, “You will have no more.”
He had never respected anyone more for something.
Not to mention that the results of her exploration of desire were always of great benefit to him. Even now as she rocked against him, grinding down on his cock, he was on fire.
She turned away from Richard and looked at him, their eyes locking. She smiled just a little, something that was only his. “Undress,” she said softly, then added more loudly, “Both of you undress.”
Hux didn’t have to be asked twice. He shifted her off his lap and stood while Richard did the same. Zara moved to her knees on the bed and leaned forward on her hands, watching with intensity as the two men stepped closer to each other.
Hux drew in a shaky breath and looked at Richard too. He still had his hard cock in his hand and he stroked it once as he met Hux’s gaze. Hux shivered and found himself reaching out, tangling his fingers with Richard’s so they pulled his cock together once, twice.
“Too much of that and Zara won’t get what she so richly deserves,” Richard said, his voice low and thick. He cupped the back of Hux’s neck and drew him down so their mouths met. They kissed for a moment, tongues tangling and stroking along each other, and then Richard stepped back. “But I do want much, much more of that later.”
Hux nodded, too dizzy to speak. “Then at least let me assist you with your clothing,” he murmured at last.
He caught the edges of Richard’s jacket and pulled him a little closer. Richard gasped but didn’t resist as he was pulled flush against Hux. Hux reached around, letting his hands slide down the other man’s back, over his hips, his muscular backside. He moved Richard even closer, reveling in the hardness of his bare cock against his trousers.
