Either I was just plain stupid, or I decided to listen to the ‘wake the fuck up and get me some cock’ song, my pussy kept singing around Rayden and Lorenzo. I was horny as shit and no matter how many times I masturbated, I wanted the real thing. And I planned on getting it, tonight. Come high or hell fucking water. One of these two men, if not both, were going to give me what I wanted. Cock. Yup big words for someone who’d played the meek card all through the last two weeks. But, hell hath no fury like a woman wanting a fucking orgasm. If my plan didn’t work, I was screwed. Nope. Not physically.
I waited for Nina to put Jardin down for the night then treated myself to a luxury soak, complete with scented candles, rose milk water and blended oils. When I stepped into the crimson and black lace-edged lingerie, I took a moment to admire myself in the mirror, loving the sensual feel of satin against my skin. Brushing my hair until it bounced in soft curls around my waist, I stared at my reflection.
For the first time in years, there was a flush of color to my creamy skin. A distinct pink tinge I knew wasn’t a result of the hot bath I’d just taken. It was the upshot of a fervent heat. A slow burn unfurling at the idea of seducing either Rayden or Lorenzo or perhaps both, into giving me what I need. A hot, mind-blowing orgasm, I knew both could give me with their eyes closed. I dabbed on some perfume to my pulse points, added a touch of mascara, lip gloss and slipped on the matching satin robe. If I couldn’t go out on a date then I’d make up my own, even if I had to spend it alone.
Downstairs, I poured myself a glass of red wine and entered the living room opposite to the one Rayden sat in, watching a movie. Lorenzo had disappeared after dinner, and I didn’t bother to offer either man a drink. Closing the door, I set my glass on the coffee table, lit the fire and chose a cd from my limited choices. Selecting my favorite song,Dance like we’re making loveby Ciara, I put it on a loop, knowing the words would bring back memories.
Slowly, I swayed to the music, letting the words seep through my body, igniting a burn I wanted sated. I stared out the window overlooking the dark ocean that merged flawlessly with the midnight blue sky. Rain hissed against the window and pummeled the grounds, similar to the way my heart raced, eager to be pacified. I closed my eyes, the music taking over my senses.
“Let’s dance like we’re making love,” Rayden’s whisper in my ear, his chest to my back and his hands around my waist, his fingers lacing with mine on my stomach, drew out a small groan as his body moved with mine. It was like coming home to Christmas. We’d done this so often before, to this very song. Maybe playing the song had been strategic, knowing it could bring Rayden to me, I didn’t care. It worked.
I sighed when he slipped the satin robe off my body before his hands came up to knead my breasts. His scent wrapping around me, the rough hair of his stubble grazing my neck spiraled a surge of shivers down my back. His soft breath tickled my ear as his tongue traced the shape of it. My nipples hardened straining against the soft satin bra. He rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers, and I arched my back, pushing my breasts out, begging for more. Heat blazed a slow path down my spine, growing hotter with each inch. His teeth grazed along the soft skin of my shoulder as he flexed his hips nudging his cock up against my ass, spurring a steady friction in my pussy.
With one hand massaging my breast, he slipped the other into my panties. The sudden flick of a finger over my wet folds left me writhing and twisting for more. I tipped my head to catch Rayden’s lips. His growl, lazy and soft, he latched on, pushing his tongue into my mouth and deepening the kiss. He slid a finger into my pussy and pulled out to slick my clit with my arousal. My hips bucked on the first hiss of desire pooling in my core, my need to come sharper, heavier.
I wrenched my lips from his on a whimper. “Please, Rayden, I want to come.”
“And I want to fuck you now.”
I barely had time to grasp Rayden’s words before he had me up against the wall and my legs around his waist. I had no idea how his sweatpants dropped or how he got a condom on, all I was aware of, was him shoving aside my panties and his violent thrust as he sank his cock into me. I let out a harsh cry. Pleasure rimmed by pain rocked my body. Giving me no time to breathe, I clung to his neck as he pounded my back into the wall, his ragged pants in my ear. It had been so long, and my body took a moment to adjust, my pussy muscles stretching to accommodate his wide girth while I focused on chasing the release, he’d denied me.
Rayden was having none of that. With one of his hands gripping my thigh almost painfully, the other came up and wrapped around my throat, pressing my head to the wall before he fucked me hard, his thrusts relentless, almost unforgiving, almost like Lorenzo. I closed my eyes and savored his manipulation of my senses.
“Come for me, Zena,” he grunted in my ear.
I opened my eyes meeting the naked burn of azure crystals. I gasped. With a shoulder pressed into the door frame, one hand around a bourbon glass, the other in his pants pocket. Lorenzo watched us. His gaze hooded, intense, enigmatic. My breath hitched. Desire swirling a storm in my lower belly raging its way down to my slick pussy.
“Ray,” I whispered.
“Yeah.” He lifted his head to look at me then followed my gaze. An immediate smirk snaked its way over his aroused expression. “Enjoying the show, old man?” Rayden scoffed, not letting up on his hard thrusts that suddenly turned more aggressive. He was taking his taunt to the next level, and I was the pawn. But fuck, I wasn’t about to complain.
I wasn’t sure what response I expected from Lorenzo, but the lift of one dark brow wasn’t it. The challenge was there, egging Rayden on, telling him to do your worst or best. I wasn’t sure. Rayden knew though. Because his soft chuckle filled my ears when he nipped my earlobe. Transfixed by those blue orbs watching us, I didn’t notice the sting until Rayden did it again. His teeth clamping down hard on the soft tissue the same time he pinched my clit.
“My cock’s all grown up now. You can’t stop me like you did back then,” he goaded Lorenzo. I figured Rayden was remembering when Lorenzo stopped us kissing during the kidnapping. “Let him watch, babe and each time he fucks you, he’ll be thinking of me.”
Was it a competition? Perhaps he feared he wouldn’t match up to Lorenzo’s hardcore fucking. Now, I believed Lorenzo had left his mark on Rayden, in more ways than one. And I was caught in the middle of it. Whichever way I turned, I’d face two alphas at both end and for just a beat I wondered if my body could handle the repercussions.
“Come for me, Zena.” Although Rayden’s grip on my thighs tightened and he fucked me harder, he and Lorenzo gazing at each other, their looks heated, sexy and arousing initiated the abrupt thought of them fucking me together and that sent me over the edge. A sharp groan spilled from my throat, pleasure ricocheting down my spine. Squeezing my thighs tightly around him, I clung to Rayden as my body shook. With two more vicious thrusts, I felt his cock pulse with is release.
I was still coming down from high when Rayden asked, “are you turned on by him watching, Zena?”
“Hmm,” I moaned, low in my throat, unable to tear my eyes away from the way Lorenzo ran his tongue over his lips to collect the residue of the drink he’d just sipped. Perhaps it was time to up the ante. “Do you know what would turn me on more?”
“What?” Rayden lowered me to my feet.
“You and Lorenzo kissing.”
Instead of surprise, Rayden’s smile was slow, cheeky and bold. I knew that look. After the kidnapping, he’d become way too daring. He was willing to try anything and everything. Some with success, others not so much. Still, there was nothing he wouldn’t try. Asking him to kiss Lorenzo, though, was taking shit to a level even I didn’t expect Rayden to try. I risked a glance at Lorenzo, but his expression remained unchanged. He was staring at us.
Rayden got rid of the condom, pulled up his sweatpants and pulled me into his arms with my back to his chest while we both looked at Lorenzo. “If I kiss him, would you let us fuck you together?” He swiped a finger through my slit, brought it to his lips and sucked it into his mouth.
Again, just the thought of them fucking me together, drew a fresh slick of arousal between my thighs, curling my toes into the carpet. “Yes,” I moaned, answering without thinking of the repercussions. Pulling his finger to my mouth, I licked it then moved it back down to rub my clit while maintaining eye contact with Lorenzo. His eyes, dark with lust, shifted between Rayden and me. Applying the perfect amount of pressure, I guided Rayden’s fingers into swirling over my clit. Lorenzo’s gaze dropped to the tango our fingers created in my throbbing pussy.
My breath came out in ragged pants. Another orgasm hovered. The tremble began in my legs, sprinting its way up my body. The urge to close my eyes and sag against Rayden grew, instead I couldn’t hide the plea in mine, wanting Lorenzo to cross the floor to us and slip his fingers inside me while Rayden teased my clit.
Yet he made no move to acknowledge my request. I could only wonder if he was waiting to see how Rayden could make me unravel with his touch alone. Without warning, Rayden stopped and pulled his hand out my grasp. I barely managed from shouting out, my climax teetering on edge. “What—” I broke off on his low chuckle as he looked at Lorenzo.
“What do you say, old man, want to show her how it’s done?”
