He rose up at last, caging her in with his arms, sliding one hand under her body so he could stroke her nipples as he aligned himself at her entrance and took her in one long, hard stroke.
“God!” she cried out, pushing back against him, gripping him tighter and reveling in the sensation of being taken.
And he did take. There was nothing soft about what he did, nothing kind. He took her like she was his, like he needed to fuck her as much as he needed to breathe. His hands dug hard, one into her hip, one squeezing her sensitive breast. His mouth buried against her neck and he licked, then nipped. Pleasure and the edge of pain as she fought to match his stride.
"Do you want to come for me?” he asked, moving his hand down her body, between her legs, thrusting harder and faster as he buried his fingers against her clitoris.
“Yes,” she moaned, grinding against his hand like an animal in heat.
“Hux,” Richard snapped. “Watch her. Come here and watch her come for me.”
Zara turned her head, watching Hux move to the bottom of the bed, maneuvering for a better look as Richard thrust harder, faster. He slapped her arse and she shook, the first reverberations of release tipping her ever closer to the edge of madness.
When he flicked her clitoris in steady strokes, she lost all reason. She arched back, holding Hux’s gaze as she came in gulping gasps and uncontrolled waves. He leaned over the bed, taking her mouth as she did so, holding her face in his hands, tenderness met with animal desire as she came and came against Richard’s seeking cock.
When he came, it was with a harsh roar that seemed to tear the room to shreds. He withdrew from her still-clenching body and spent on her back before he rolled her over and licked her once, twice as she twitched a few last times.
“So sweet,” he murmured as together he and Hux placed her onto the bed. She rested her head in Hux’s lap as she tried to find some kind of purchase after such a storm, her breath short and her body shaking.
She had come many times in her life, but that was something different. Something powerful. Like she’d found some part of herself to give that she’d never given before.
And she wanted to do it again. Again and again forever.
* * *
Hux
Hux’s cock throbbed as Zara’s hair tickled the length of him. He didn’t move, though, didn’t try to ease the torment. He liked it, for one. Liked the feel of her in his arms and his lap as she recovered from a powerful orgasm.
But also, he was afraid if he moved or breathed or disturbed this moment that both Zara and Richard would see what he felt in it. Pleasure, yes. Desire, yes. But something darker. He felt envious. Not that she fucked another man. No, that was thrilling. He could watch that forever. No, it was that Zara could connect so easily with Richard. That she could trust him after so long of withholding trust for very good reasons.
“Is it his turn?” Zara murmured, turning her face into his bare thigh and kissing it. Her hair dragged along his length and he sucked in a breath.
Richard smiled. “Yes.”
He caught her hair again with that firm grip that tugged at the roots. Hux stiffened at the sight of her so manhandled, but she smiled, arched, and he relaxed. She liked this. She wasn’t being hurt. She didn’t need rescue. He, on the other hand, felt like he was drowning as she rolled over, up onto her knees, and took him into her mouth.
She knew him so well, knew every hitch of his breath, every lift of his hips, every shake of his body. She knew how to bring him pleasure and she did so, sucking and tugging, swirling her tongue around and around until he dropped his head back with a gasping cry. She took him deeper, and Richard pushed her hair back, holding it away so they could both watch her work Hux. Watch him come closer to the edge.
When he fell, he tangled his fingers with Richard’s, gripping them both as he pumped into her. She took every drop, licking her lips when it was over before she leaned over to let Richard kiss her. Taste him. And it was almost enough to drive Hux mad with this craving for them all over again.
But it had been a long few days. He was spent with desire and thoughts and drive to possess in a way he’d not felt in a very long time. He rested back on the pillows, watching them kiss through a hooded gaze. Feeling her shift positions so that his head fell into her lap. And he drifted off, satiated in body, but still feeling like he was missing something here.
And the discomfort of what it could be would certainly haunt his dreams.
* * *
Zara
Hux’s head rested against Zara’s stomach and she flexed her fingers through his tousled salt-and-pepper curls. He smiled in his sleep but didn’t wake. She glanced up to find Richard watching, his dark eyes tracking every motion of her hand.
“Why is he so protective?” he said softly.
Her fingers faltered and she broke her gaze from Richard’s for a moment. She explored Hux’s face, that beautiful face she knew so well. Dark stubble highlighted his sharp jawline and his full lips were relaxed. He looked younger in that moment. More at ease. When she saw him like this, Richard’s question took on a far more urgent nature. After all, Hux’s normal tensionwasbecause he was always protecting her.
“You don’t have to tell me,” Richard added.
She drew a shaky breath. She had trusted this man with her body and he had proven to be a good steward. And even though she ought not, she wanted to trust him with something deeper. More meaningful. Consequences be damned.
