No Simple Sacrifice Read online

  If she didn’t already, she would by the end of tonight.

  I swore it with every fiber in my body and soul.

  I lowered fully to my knees in front of her. Scooped fingers under the tiny black strings at her hips, barely bridging the two triangles covering her ass and pussy. They needed to be gone. I needed to see all of her. To touch every soft, perfect inch…

  In one slide, I tugged the material down her creamy thighs, all the way to her ankles. “Step out, baby.” She obeyed, taking a tiny step to the side. I wadded the satin then stashed it in my pocket, in case I really did need a gag later. “Now, your only job is to just lie back. Let us shower you with attention and affection.”

  I walked her a few steps backward, until her knees contacted the edge of the platform sun bed. There was no sun now…only the moon glowing above, a sky bursting with stars, and a balmy breeze blowing in from the ocean, which crashed against the shore about fifty yards away.

  The resort normally reserved this deck for larger private parties, but we’d gotten money into the right hands to ensure it was ours for the night. Best money I’d ever spent and I was certain Fletch agreed, as Talia knelt on the wide bed. Flickering light from a hundred candles, lit by Fletch when I’d gone to fetch our girl from the bungalow, danced across her elegant mocha nudity. The candles filled the air with her favorite amber fragrance, blending with the heady perfume from jasmine vines crawling up hidden trellises. There was one more scent on the warm air, too…the most important one. The sweet bite of her rising arousal.

  I’d never get enough of that one.

  “Fletcher?” She looked back over her shoulder, arching right toward where he stood. “Please…come be with us.” It didn’t surprise me that she sensed him already—nor did it freak me out, like it had in the past. Both of us had our special connections with her. It had taken breaking them to know that.

  Fletcher paced over with steady, quiet steps. As he hitched his knees up on the bed, joining her, a breathtaking shiver coursed down her body. Her nipples pebbled tighter. My pants officially hit torture-device status—even more so as he took her face in his hands, cradling her lovingly.

  “Hey, beautiful.” He kissed her softly at first but grew more fevered as soon as her lips parted, inviting his tongue in for a deeper taste. Fletcher moaned. I skipped straight to a growl. Damn, how she drugged us with her sensuality and passion—though even now, it was twined with her open heart, her generous spirit…and always, always, that edge of gorgeous innocence…

  It filled our heads with the lewdest ideas.

  The breeze kicked up, billowing the gauzy white curtains attached to the four posters of the platform. They scattered droplets of the ocean moisture, a salty mist with a tropical tang.

  Perfect.

  We helped her lie back on the bed, attaching her cuffs to the sturdy eye hooks in the frame. Her arm position forced those perfect breasts up, her back now slightly arched, offering herself to us like a slice of fresh fruit.

  Even more perfect.

  “Fuck,” Fletcher rasped. “You make my mouth water, Tolly.”

  She inched up a tentative smile. “I like doing anything with your mouth, Mr. Ford.”

  While he worked through processing that erotic tidbit, I brushed a hand down the outside of her thigh. “Are you comfortable, love?”

  “I am,” she assured. “But I’d be so much better if you two were on either side of me.”

  Fletcher, now recovered, rumbled out a low chuckle. I watched as he ran fingers lightly from her elbow and through the curve of her armpit, brushing down her ribs before resting at the soft nip of her waist. It was my mouth’s turn to water, as I envisioned following the same path with my tongue.

  But tonight, Fletch and I had an agreement. I was directing, he was the action man. Our end goal was clear—to have her so ramped up by the time we sank into her, she’d explode in seconds.

  “That’s right, brother,” I roughed out, “Touch her. Now…with your tongue.”

  A cry instantly spilled from Talia. “Ohhh!” she protested. “Not this!”

  Fletcher kicked his head up long enough to catch my gloating smirk—and return one of his own. “But, baby…you love this. The last time we did it, anyway.”

  “No!” she blurted. “No, I—I—” As he leaned in, tonguing the most sensitive part of her neck, her whole body quivered. “Ohhhh, God! You’re both sadistic!”

  “No,” Fletcher chided, while dipping his lips to one of her breasts. He palmed it, sucking everywhere, especially when he drew out the rosy tip. “You mean altruistic, right?”

  “The altruistic sadists,” I said. “That has a nice ring to it.”

  “I-I-ahhh!” Her voice stuttered as Fletch began worshipping her other breast. Her thighs scissored, betraying the ache she battled to alleviate. “It’s so much,” she gasped. “It-it’s too much!”

  “It’s never enough. We will never have enough, Tolly.” To Fletcher, I murmured, “How does she taste? Is her skin a little salty?” Fuck, I loved sucking the ocean off her body—and knew Fletcher did, too.

  “It is,” he rasped. “Just a hint, though. Just enough to go perfectly with that sweet Talia taste.” He licked into the luscious valley between her tits, rolling his tongue across her tan skin until it gleamed from his attention.

  “Mmmmm.” I rubbed my cock through my pants. All too well, I recalled her distinctive taste. Her skin was creamy, damn near magical…especially when the spice of her aroused pussy was blended into the experience. Like now.

  It would never be enough…

  “Look at that,” Fletcher murmured, kneeling back to admire the effect of his mouth on her chest. He stroked along the rise between his own legs now. “Fuckable, yeah?”

  “Her tits have never looked better. Heaved up…thrust out.”

  I grabbed myself harder, squeezing in extra tight, all the way to my balls. If I didn’t get things under control now, I’d never last. And tonight, my cum was reserved for one place alone. All the deepest corners of her perfect little pussy.

  “Do it, Fletch. Slide your cock between them.”

  “Ohhhhh.” She sighed it this time. “God help me, I want it too. Please!”

  Fletcher needed no further prompting. He dropped his pants in record time, then swung his legs into position, straddling Talia’s torso while gripping his erection.

  “Damn,” he gritted. “This is already good.”

  “Yes,” Talia returned in a high little purr. “You’re so warm…so solid.”

  She tilted her head back as if making eye contact with him, even though she was blindfolded.

  I stepped around and leaned in a little. “Can you see, you little minx?”

  “No. I can’t. I promise. I was just imagining…from before. Remembering what he looks like, above me like this.”

  “Do you like the feel of him holding you down even more with his body?” When she only nodded, I slid my thumb to her bottom lip, tugging slightly on that plush cushion. “Words. Out loud, Natalia.”

  “Yes,” she said quickly. “I…I do.”

  “That’s my good girl.” I caressed her cheek before glancing back to Fletcher. “Do it, brother. Fuck her perfect tits.”

  Fletcher gathered her breasts in each hand before surging his cock forward, letting her flesh surround his. He grunted, his mouth opening to reveal his gritted teeth. My tormented groan wasn’t far behind. Holy fuck, this is good.

  Her pert nipples pointed toward the stars, begging to be toyed with. I stepped closer, pinching the pretty buds between my fingers. Fletcher’s groan intensified. “That’s…amazing.”

  “Don’t stop,” I coached.

  “No fucking way.” His gaze fixated on the erotic perfection of me plucking her tips as his dick shuttled back and forth. With each fresh thrust, the head of his cock nudged her chin. For many minutes, only the sounds of our heavy breathing and her aroused sighs tangled with the ocean wind, until Fletch’s groans told me a redirection
of the action was definitely needed.

  I released my hold on her nipples. Left behind their rosy perfection to tug her head down, now aligning her lips with the angle of Fletcher’s dick.

  “Open your mouth, Talia.”

  With a sweet moan, she obeyed.

  “More,” I growled—barely. The erotic O of her mouth was like something out of a fantasy. She’d been so perfectly formed for us…and I’d never walk away from her again.

  Though she complied, the motion was slower. Awkward. Unsure. That would be addressed right this second.

  I leaned in, pressing my lips to her ear. “There’s no reason to be shy with us, little one. You are perfection, and you are safe. Now”—I nipped her earlobe with my front teeth until goosebumps erupted along her arms—“You’ll do what I say, when I say it.”

  She swallowed hard, then nodded quickly.

  “Stick your tongue out.” I waited for her to comply, then gave her the push she wanted. “More.”

  I looked over to Fletcher. “Don’t make her wait, brother.”

  Chest pumping and teeth still locked, he scooted farther up and laid his swollen cock on her tongue. He trembled, and so did she…but like the obedient girl she was, she waited for my next command. The sight of her waiting with his erection laid on her tongue like a Eucharist blew my fucking mind. Not exactly the body of Christ.

  “Suck him, Talia. Take him down as far as you can.”

  Fletcher canted his hips forward, sliding in deeper. “Damn,” he grated. “Damn, damn. It’s like heaven in this mouth.” He gazed down at her with reverence. “Thank you, baby. Now deeper. That’s it. Fuck. Me.”

  I shed my slacks while he worked into her mouth. I had to take a few strokes of my cock after that last vision. Her painted red lips wrapped around my best friend’s shaft made me leak into my palm. I spread the moisture down my length and pumped my fist, distributing the slickness.

  “Woman, what you do to us,” I finally rasped. “You know how badly I want to come by my own hand, just watching you suck him like that?”

  She paused a moment to give a very cheeky reply. “Don’t let me stop you.” Remarkably, Fletcher chuckled—before shoving himself back in, silencing her from any more words.

  “Is that what you’d like?” I charged, in a creamy tone. Where the composure came from, I had no damn idea. My cock felt like a runaway freight train, bound for a cliff with no bridge. I climbed all the way on to the platform, making sure she could hear every brutal rasp of my hand on my flesh. “You want me to pump until I explode, baby? To shower my load all over your belly, your tits, maybe even into your mouth, along with my brother? But that’d only be if you ask me nicely.” I shrugged, at least for Fletcher’s benefit. “I think I might like to see that. Fletch?”

  He groaned as she hollowed her cheeks, spit running out of her mouth, sucking him in earnest.

  “Are you wet yet, Talia?”

  She moaned around Fletch’s cock.

  I reached for the rig point on the headboard. Released one of her hands from its cuff. “All right. Show me.” I guided her hand downward. “Let me see the sweet honey in your cunt, baby girl. Don’t stop sucking. That’s it. You can do it. Let me see all of it, Natalia.”

  Her name was extended and erotic on my lips. I honored her with it just as she honored us with her compliance, she bobbed up and down on Fletch’s dick, her fingers working restlessly on her drenched folds.

  Still, I urged, “Show me Natalia.” My growl was like sandpaper from my pent-up lust. “More. Spread your legs wider. More.”

  She released a muffled groan as Fletcher surged forward, his gaze homed on the spot where his cock disappeared into her hot, wet mouth. I didn’t blame him. These views were more stunning than all the sunsets we’d watched from this beach over the last few days.

  I needed a better view myself.

  Climbing off and moving to the foot of the bed was my perfect ticket. From here, I wouldn’t miss a second of this unforgettable show.

  “Push your finger inside your pussy, Natalia.”

  The second I said that, Fletcher twisted his neck to watch as well. My best friend was no dumb shit.

  “Deeper in, baby. Fuck yourself with it. Do it as if we’re apart, and your cunt is starving for our cocks.”

  More whining came from around Fletcher’s cock. He fucked her mouth faster and faster, barely giving her time to keep up. Newly focused on her oral talent—make that Talent, capital T—he braced hands on either side of her head, ramming himself inside her, giving her no choice about accepting him now.

  “Sweet baby.” His voice was a sparse clench. “I’m so close. Take me down your throat, Tolly.” His back and neck muscles bunched, working to hold his body above hers. “Suck my cum from me.”

  “Do it, man. Fill her mouth with all you have. Empty yourself into her until it all spills over.”

  Fletcher groaned like something wild. Pumped his dick even harder. “Fuck me!” he bellowed, just before throwing his head back. His thighs coiled and his ass contracted as he pumped his seed down Talia’s throat.

  It was the hottest shit I’d ever seen. The minute he was done, I planned to climb on and sink balls-deep into her.

  As Fletch spent his load, I reached over and caught Talia’s hand. “I have better plans for that orgasm,” I instructed. Though she fisted her hand, she let me set it aside.

  When it seemed Fletcher had floated at least halfway back to Earth, I knocked him on the shoulder. He swung a glazed blue stare at me, nodding in exhaustion before rolling to her side. Despite his drained state, he propped himself up on one elbow to stare gratefully at Talia. He wiped at her lips, gently cleaning up after himself, then pushed away the blindfold in order to gaze fully into her eyes. She blinked up at him, awestruck and love-smitten, as he tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. With equal care, he lowered a soft kiss to the same spot.

  “I love you, sweetheart. Always so brave. So giving.”

  She smiled into his palm and he cradled her tenderly. I watched for a moment, fascinated. It was a dichotomy that could only fit us—the explosive way he’d just fucked her mouth, followed by his tender care now… The whole thing had my heart tumbling like a lone blanket left behind in the dryer.

  I crawled up her body, starting between her knees and moving higher, dragging my calloused hands against the flawless skin of her inner thighs. Almost at once, shivers moved through her body. She arched her back, wantonly opening her legs, filling my nostrils with the potent scent of her desire.

  Fuck. Can she be even more ready for this than me?

  I’d just pretend the answer was yes. Because goddamn, what it did to my cock…

  I motioned toward Fletcher, silently asking him to unhook her other wrist. Her shoulders had to be getting stiff by now. He rubbed them while I settled my own upper body between her thighs. I couldn’t be this close to her pussy and not have a taste. My mouth watered all over again as I leaned in, getting more of her feminine musk into my nose, my senses, my very blood. I wanted her inside me…invading every cell of me. Forever. For always.

  My dick throbbed, perfectly painful and tight, as I licked up one side of her pussy lips then back down the other. I intentionally avoided her clit…not that it wasn’t hell.

  I repeated the pattern a few more times, forcing myself to go slowly, to enjoy every gorgeous nuance of her soft moans and the delicious taste of her sex. While I nibbled, I had to reach between my legs. A few strokes staved the pressure enough to keep enjoying her soft wetness…my personal paradise.

  But soon, even the extra pumps weren’t cutting it. I was beyond ready to explode.

  I pulled up, stating to them both, “If I don’t fuck this beautiful cunt soon, I’ll embarrass myself.”

  Fletcher snorted. “Wouldn’t that be fun to see.”

  I didn’t give him even the courtesy of a glare. “Flip over, baby girl,” I instructed instead, “and raise that ass for me.”

  I b
acked off to let her shift position, resting on my heels in order to get the up-front view of every sensual motion. When she lifted her backside, Fletch slid a pillow beneath her waist for support. Perfect teamwork—always. I needed him in my life as much as I needed her. The time we’d spent apart proved how lost I’d be without both of them. Never again. I would’ve vowed it on a Bible, had there been one available.

  And for that thought, I was surely going to hell—especially in light of my next action.

  But even a saint couldn’t have resisted the lush temptation of her glorious backside, raised and ready to be touched…fondled…gripped…and spread.

  She sucked in a sharp breath, a gorgeous mix of arousal and embarrassment, as I blatantly examined the pucker of her asshole.

  “One day, baby…this will be ours, too.” I traced the sweet rosette with the tip of a finger. She flinched and grunted, but I held her hips in place with my other hand. “Ssshhh. Not tonight…but soon. You can count on it.”

  I leaned in, sweeping my tongue from the top of her cleft to the little bud where my finger rested. Every single inch was delectable, a conclusion I expressed to Fletcher with a quick glance. He nodded, already sharing my mind about the subject. We’d start working on dispelling her taboos about this too. There wasn’t a place on her body that didn’t belong to us now. Inside and out, she was ours.

  I rose back up to rub the tip of my cock against her pussy’s engorged lips. She pushed back, trying to coax me inside, but I shocked both of us by pulling away.

  “Wait,” I exhorted. “Just a little longer.”

  Her head dropped. Her breaths expelled in desperate pants. “I…can’t…”

  “Yes, you can.”