"What’s the difference?" I ask, my voice a little breathy.
“A good girl gets what she needs, a bad girltakesit.” The implied promise makes me weak in the knees and I lean back against Piston.
His cock is already pressing against his jeans, hard against the small of my back. My mind is whirling with the way Beast and Piston looked when they were boxing, the feel of straddling Zero as we kissed at the bar, and the moonlight glistening over their three bodies at the beach. I glance down. Zero’s pants look a little uncomfortable, too. Sure, I got a few glimpses, but I've yet to see any of them at full mast.
My mouth goes dry at the thought that I'm probably about to.
Beast watches us together for a moment before joining in, putting me at the center of all three of them. He puts his hands on my waist and turns me until I’m facing him. With a palm on the back of my head, he pulls me in for a kiss on his soft lips. His beard tickles my skin as his tongue slides into my mouth and alongside my own.
Someone pops the fly of my jeans. I can't see if it's Piston or Zero, but the zipper goes down, and then my pants do the same. I kick off my shoes and wiggle free of my pants, leaving my lower half completely exposed except for what my panties cover. I sigh into Beast’s mouth as two pairs of hands caress my thighs and butt.
In my fantasies, I've imagined what it might feel like to be the focus of more than one man, but dreams never prepared me for this. Kissed senseless and surrounded by hard male bodies, it’s impossible to focus on any one part of what’s happening, let alone who's doing what.
Beast pulls back, and this time it’s Zero who turns me to him. His ice blue eyes lock me down as effectively as any kind of restraint.I stand in front of him, feeling both powerless and powerful as Piston’s hands skirt up my sides, to pull my fitted black tee with pink hearts up over my head. I raise my hands to let it pass, and then only my underwear is left. A soft grey triangle bra and matching panties.
They saw me naked on the beach, but this is different. This isn’t playful. This is sex.
Zero slides his strong fingers into my hair, while his thumb caresses my jaw. "Fuck," he hisses.
He makes a fist, twisting my hair just enough to make me tilt my head the way he wants it. I'm in his power, and it has my pulse racing. They’re all dangerous, but Zero is the one with deadly control, and it’s all focused on me right now. He leans in, his mouth claiming mine in a bruising kiss. It’s almost too much, but when he finally lets up, I still find myself chasing after more.
"Undress me," he commands.
Oooooh. Where to start?
He must've taken off his cut when we came in, so I slip my hands underneath the hem of his T-shirt, pressing my palms against his rock hard abs, then slide them upwards, taking his shirt with them. I look up, watching his eyes as my hands slide over his chest. He lifts his arms to help just like I did, but I have to stretch to my toes while he bends just a little to actually take his shirt off. Up close and personal is very different from seeing someone naked at a distance. Now I know the sensation of his skin under my hands, and the way his muscles move as he shifts. It’s going to be burned into my memory forever, no matter what happens.
"Keep going."
I slide his belt free and work his fly open, wiggling the button until it pops out, then pull down the zipper and tug. A little gasp escapes me when I get his jeans over his hips, revealing the huge bulge that's making his boxer briefs strain for dear life. As I pull his jeans down, I get down on my knees on the soft rug. From below, it looks even bigger.
“I haven’t—it’s been a while since I’ve—” I wet my lips, nervous.
Zero’s hand tightens in my hair. “Stop. I think we need to make some shit crystal clear. Okay?”
I nod.
“Do you want this? If you say yes, we figure out how that’s gonna look. If you say no, we stop until that answer changes. No harm no foul.”
I’ve never really played with BDSM or power stuff, not on purpose anyway. Is this what it feels like? I think I want to find out. “Yes. I want this. I just might not be what you want, or?—”
“Sandra, relax. We’re not here to get off, we’re here foryou,” Piston interrupts.
“Is there a safe word or something?” I look up at Zero, his cock is still outlined in staggering detail under the thin cotton.
He smirks, his cool blue eyes half closed as he looks right back. “It’s ‘no’ or ‘stop’ or anything like that. If you’re feeling kinky and wanna roleplay a little, that’s for when we know each other better, got it?”
“And if my mouth’s full?”
“Fucking tease,” he says with a laugh. “Smack someone. Nobody’s tying anyone down today. You got any morequestions? Or are you going to suck my dick like a good girl?” The crude words pour out of his mouth and wash over me like pure heat.
I stick out my tongue. “No. I’m going to do it like a bad girl and take what I want.”
Gripping the waistband, I gather my courage and yank downwards. His cock is so hard, I worry about hurting him, but he springs free so hard I swear it's vibrating. The tip is already glistening, smeared with precum. It’s good to know I'm not the only one who's ridiculously horny.
Zero’s briefs fall to his ankles and then it's just me, on my knees in front of him with his oversized cock staring me in the face. I do the only natural thing. Leaning in, I swipe my tongue across the head. The sharp hiss and the way his fingers twitch in my hair is its own reward.
"Fuck." It's a harsh whisper.
