No Simple Sacrifice Page 5

  Oh. God.

  The depth of my love for them.

  It was true, wasn’t it?

  I’m…in love with them.

  I didn’t—couldn’t—think about that anymore. Thankful for the buzzing noise that began as a distraction, as Drake powered up the massager… Oh, yes, right. About that massage…

  “Really? How are you going to rub my back while I’m tied like this?” The hen had finally outsmarted the foxes. Though the hen had just pointed that out…making her how smart?

  Drake took his turn at the head-tilting thing. Though no hair of his crisp cut spilled forward, the knowing grin on his face made him just as stunning as Fletch. “Ohhhh, Tolly.”

  “What?” A new wave of nervousness hit. Why was he gazing at me like that…the fox preparing to eat the hen? What the hell had I missed? “Ohhhh, wait. I get it. Do you want me to do you instead?” That was it. They wanted payback for my dodgeball act with massages. Made sense. They both were tense enough to pop.

  Fletcher’s sharp laugh brought back the apprehension. Damn. I was clearly missing the punchline—one that had something to do with how their erections had gained more life as soon as Drake fired up the massager. He held it up, rolling the large knob against his palm, suddenly causing the device to sound wicked. Or maybe that was the gleam in his eyes.

  He handed the massager over to Fletcher as Fletch lay back down beside me. “This can be used for other purposes, too, baby.” He flipped the switch under the bulb-shaped top—and the vibrations kicked higher.

  Vibrations.

  Vibrator.

  “Oh, hell no!”

  “Annnnd there’s the lightbulb,” Drake drawled.

  “I love it when that happens,” Fletcher murmured.

  “Are you serious?” I shrieked.

  “Very much so.” Fletcher smirked.

  Drake chuckled a little. “Girl, have you really never seen one of these before?”

  I shook my head. Speech had exited the building. Thought was close behind. If this was really how they rolled, I’d stick to my naiveté, thank you. Fine conclusion to reach now. They were going to put that monstrous thing in me—and there was nothing I could do to stop them. Shit, shit, shit.

  “You said you wouldn’t hurt me!” Speech made a valiant comeback. “There is no way you’re sticking that thing in me. No way!”

  Fletcher appeared as shocked as I felt. “Oh, baby. It doesn’t go in you. It goes on you.”

  “Wh-what do you mean?” Their silence was kind of comforting, as they let me work out the details. Lightbulb number two hit hard and fast. “Ohhhh!”

  “Yeah.” Drake curled a wider smile. “Oh.”

  “I still say no. It looks overwhelming.”

  “Well”—he made his way down the bed, to position himself between my legs—“that’s sort of the point.”

  The last of it, he uttered against my inner thigh.

  Now this got a big yes. This I knew I liked.

  I told him so with an encouraging sigh, as he kissed his way higher. My skin puckered with goosebumps. The wet trail he left with his tongue caught the draft, making me shiver more. When he reached my cleft, he parted my trembling flesh with his knowing thumbs, spreading me open, viewing me with uncompromising lust. Though only one of my ankles was bound, his stare effectively locked down the other one. I felt sexy and self-conscious at the same time. The appreciation in his fathomless eyes made me feel like a goddess, while the nagging voice in my head made me feel like a fool. Diligently, I told my head to shut up. It was getting in the way of the enjoyment they wanted to deliver—pleasure I wanted now. Fulfilment I craved. Desire I needed.

  A sharp bite on the inside of my thigh brought all my attention to Drake.

  “Out of your head, sugar.”

  “I’m trying,” I gritted back. “I swear, I’m trying.”

  “I can see it, honey.” Fletcher nuzzled into my neck. “I see the war. Now let it go.”

  He added his teeth to the effort. My head dropped back as my lips fell open. Thank you, God! Finally, the contact I needed—though the thick blade of frustration continued to taunt. I wanted so desperately to wrap my arms around Fletch. To grip him close, let him feel my lust in the scores of my nails against his skull. Instead I tried telling him with whimpers and sighs, especially as he kissed down my neck, across my collarbone, then downward to take my aching nipple into his mouth. I cried out as Drake swiped his tongue firmly over my clit at the exact same time.

  “That’s the best sound I’ve heard in weeks.” Fletch continued sucking and nibbling my breast while Drake stabbed at my opening with his tongue. My body came alive, quivering and hot, as I sank deeper and deeper into a lusty haze. It was difficult to process where the pleasure was coming from, though I didn’t really care—

  Until the moment they handed off the massager again—

  And Drake pressed it right up against my sex.

  “Ahhhh!” I dug in both heels and bucked. Yanked like crazy at the ropes binding me. I had nearly forgotten they were even there, but had never hated them more. I yearned to kick the massager away but craved even more of its contact. It was the most intense pressure my pussy had ever endured, resonating deep into my tunnel, spreading through every fiber of my abdomen, my ass, my thighs. War. That was what Fletcher called it. Now, the term felt appropriate. My whole body was chaos, reacting to the lightning that ruthlessly pummeled my pussy.

  “Shit!” I screamed. “No. Stop!”

  “No way. I haven’t even touched your clit yet. And watch the leg. No kicking while my face and junk are in striking range.”

  I panted, forcing my thighs and ass back down. Is he insane? “You are not putting that thing anywhere near my—my—yeah…no way, Drake Newland.”

  “I am.” With that base declaration, he pressed it higher…to rest on top of my most sensitive little bud.

  Stars detonated in my vision. Everything below my waist was numb, outside of the nerves pushed to their ultimate limits…aroused beyond anything I’d ever dreamed of feeling. I was quite certain my whole body would rip through its skin. Either that, or I’d die in this extreme state. Wouldn’t be such a bad way to go…

  “Please. Please, stop. I can’t take it!”

  Fletcher stroked the side of my face. “Tolly, listen to me.”

  “Not. Possible!”

  “Relax. Relax and feel it, instead of fighting it. You’re going to explode for us, darling—and you’ll thank us for it.”

  He whispered the soft, seductive promise into my ear. I gulped hard, struggling to absorb it. That did sound rather inviting. Better than that. Necessary. I was strung so tightly, spiraled to unreal limits.

  “That’s our girl. Settle down. Just feel it.” He turned a bit and murmured, “Give it to me, D.” After Drake let him take over the device again, he pushed the button, toggling down to the slower speed. It eased my torment—a little. I was able to whimper, accepting the sensations as they sizzled through my clit, up my tunnel, clenching at the deepest corners of my sex. As I whimpered, approving rumbles flowed from both of them.

  “Fuck, that’s nice,” Drake rasped.

  Fletcher grunted in agreement. “And beautiful. Damn, Tolly. You are so breathtaking. Relax.”

  “Trying.” Though I no longer seethed it, the sensations were still intense. Being bound meant I couldn’t focus on what to do to them, either. I was trapped. Exposed. Forced to accept every bit of every sensation they dealt.

  “Damn.” Drake’s tight growl was like another crank up on the vibrator. “Her cunt is dripping, man.”

  “Yeah?”

  “She needs to come.”

  “Yes,” I panted. “Yes.”

  “Finger fuck her, bro. It’ll put her over in no time.”

  “Outstanding.” Drake wasted no time proving his sanction of the idea. He slid his finger right into my channel, meeting no resistance. As the musk of my arousal swirled through the air, he added a second finger and began pum
ping them with gentle insistence. I breathed in, focused completely on the spot where his flesh entered mine, knowing exactly how much pressure to wield, working all the most sensitive nerves of my tight, wet walls. Everything else ceased to exist. Everything. The world was nothing but the feelings he gave…then took away…then gave again…

  Fletcher pushed the vibrator to my clit once more.

  I jolted hard.

  “Ssshhhh. Just feel what we give you. Feel Drake fucking you.”

  I focused on the fingers inside me, simulating the sex I really wanted to be having. Drake added a third finger. Increased the force of his thrusts.

  When Fletch touched the wand to my clit, I moaned hard. The stimulation was intense. My orgasm hovered like a demon with wings, daring me to catch it before flying just out of reach.

  “I…need…I need…”

  “We know, baby. We know. There we go. Let it happen. Let it wash over you.”

  Fletcher’s sexy words encouraged me. I reached for the damn demon. Reached higher…higher…

  “Oh, my God! Please—stop! I’m going to come!”

  “Then why would we stop? Let it go baby. Fly for us.”

  Drake twisted his fingers up, rubbing that crazy spot he secretly knew of, and I lost all coherent thought. I felt like confetti shot from a cannon—with tiny sparkling shards thrown in. My muscles convulsed. My nerve endings tingled. My mind shattered. I was light and dark, matter and air, black and white and every color in between. I didn’t think I could stand another second. I wanted it to last forever.

  Finally, I landed back on Earth—right in the middle of the monster bed, between the two sex gods I secretly called mine. They were both stretched beside me again, stroking me and whispering praise. I was limp and drained, barely able to catch my breath, unable to do anything but lie there, basking in the glow.

  Drake rubbed my shoulder from front to back. “How are your arms? Are you getting stiff…or can we keep you in our web a bit longer?”

  “Mmmm. I’m good.” I was getting to the dreamy part of the post-orgasm experience.

  “Better than good, our sweet Tolly,” he replied. “I’d say you’re perfect.”

  “Well, well, well. From drill sergeant to greeting card writer.” I smiled so he would know I was teasing, never opening my eyes to gauge his reaction.

  Fletcher shifted, enough to let me feel the hot, heavy length of his erection. “Great. He can live in fantasy land. Not going to work over here.”

  I dragged my eyes open enough to gaze at him through my lashes. “How can I assist you, Mr. Ford?”

  He sucked my other shoulder. “I need to be inside you, baby. I’ve been thinking about it all afternoon.”

  “Gasp! So inappropriate. At a child’s party? Tsk tsk!”

  “I can’t help it when you’re near, love.” His use of the endearment started the sparkles in my blood again. “I thought of at least twenty ways to bury my cock in your beautiful pussy.” He rolled in, lifting one of my nipples to his lips. My groan mingled with his. “Slide up a little so there’s some slack in the ropes on your wrists. And for fuck’s sake, try to hurry.”

  I planted my free foot on the mattress and scooted up toward the headboard. The tether on my ankle only allowed me to go so far. It seemed to fit Fletch’s purpose, an impression conveyed by his admiring grunt.

  “Mmmm.” His drawl was joined by the crinkle of foil, then the slide of latex against flesh. “Perfect. Now twist your hips so you’re on your side.”

  “My…side?”

  “I’m going to fuck you from behind. I need to watch your pretty ass while I slide in and out of you.”

  He said such flagrant things, though balanced them with a tone of such lush desire, swirled into a decadent mix beneath his musical voice. He made me feel sexy and wanted, not tawdry and cheap. Because of that, I felt safe, too—and needy again, as I stuck my ass in his direction…an open invitation for him to do exactly what he wanted with me. To me.

  “Jesus Christ, woman.” Drake groaned it, gazing hard at the view he was treated to.

  “Like what you see, Mr. Newland?”

  He reached up, stroking his broad thumb across my face. “Like?” he countered. “I want to remember this forever.”

  My heart turned over in my chest. “Me, too.”

  “Can I take your picture? All strung up and freshly satisfied. God damn it.”

  It took me a moment to realize he was serious. As in, hopeful-Boy-Scout serious. “Uh…”

  “I swear it will never leave my possession.”

  “I—I don’t know how I feel about that. Can I think about it and revisit?”

  “Fair enough.”

  Fletcher moved in tighter, pressing against my back, sandwiching his stiff length between our bodies. He kissed my shoulder, then traveled down my arm until reaching my elbow. As he trailed back up to my shoulder, he tickled the back of my knee, urging me to open my legs by sliding the free one forward. Skating his fingers up my thigh, gliding inward to find the warm moisture between my legs.

  “Dammit, sugar. You’re still so wet from that orgasm.”

  I parted my legs a little more.

  He pushed deeper in.

  Yesssss…

  A moan spilled out. My thighs quivered. My nipples puckered. Amazing, that I was already this hot and needy after what they’d just done to me. Or perhaps it was just magic.

  “Ohhhh, Fletcher…that feels so…” Superlatives weren’t going to cut it. Not without woefully missing the mark of what this really felt like.

  “I know, baby.” And deep in my soul, I was sure he did. “And just wait until my cock’s deep inside you. It’ll be even better.”

  “Don’t want to wait,” I retorted. “Want you…now. Please!”

  He pushed my hair off my neck in order to abrade me with his stubble. “Do you have any idea what that begging does to me?”

  “If it feels anything like what you do to me…then, yes.”

  He kissed the shell of my ear then licked into the crevice below my earlobe. “Say it again.”

  Though it was a whisper, complete dominance marked it. Animalistic possession that drove a spike of response straight through my core. “Please, Fletcher?” I whispered into the sheets.

  “Please what, baby?”

  “Do it. Now. Please.”

  “Do what?”

  “Fletcher!”

  “Say it.” His fingers plunged in and out of my sex, ramping me back up to near the breaking point. When the man talked dirty like this, I went crazy with need. “Say it, baby.”

  “Please, Fletcher. Fuck me now!”

  On the last word of my plea, he rammed his cock into my starving hole, filling me completely in one perfect stroke. His balls smacked my pussy and his body slammed hard against mine.

  “Fuck,” he snarled.

  “Fletch—”

  Drake cut off my shriek with the seal of his lips over mine. I was so lost in the haze Fletcher had spun, I hadn’t noticed him sliding closer. His kiss was hungry and passionate, taking everything from me but giving more in return. My whole being shook from their two-pronged assault, making me jerk at the ropes over my head, completely forgetting I couldn’t sink my nails into both of them. I just had to take what I was given. Every single second of it.

  “Open your eyes, Talia.”

  When I did, Drake’s midnight stare greeted me. He gripped my face tighter, compelling me to gaze deeper into those nocturnal depths. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I could watch Fletcher fuck you for the rest of my life and die a happy man.”

  With intention to speak, I parted my lips but no words emerged. I honestly didn’t know how to respond. I would be disappointed—no, I’d be empty—if he only watched from this point on. Not that Fletcher—and his wickedly talented cock—wasn’t amazing, but I needed them both. Craved the different dynamic I shared with each of them.

  Drake dipped his face toward me once more. He kissed me ag
ain, but this time with so much emotion and honesty and…

  What?

  I didn’t want to label it. Words really were overrated sometimes. I only knew that I pictured threads from my heart reaching out to his, wrapping around it and coming back to mine. Like a spider’s silk, woven from one point to another and back again. We were bound to each other. He felt it, too. One long look at his face said it so clearly…and beautifully.

  Fletcher continued to plunge in and out of me from behind, taking me on a journey even greater than the climb with the vibrator. Fresh arousal hit in a consuming wave. I succumbed, letting the motion drench me. Drake, with his keen gaze, saw it all. I wanted him to. There’d be no hiding from this man. Ever.

  “You’re going to come again, aren’t you, love?” When I only responded with a little mewl, he scooted even closer. “Don’t hide it, Tolly. I can see it in your eyes…in those beautiful breaths beneath your incredible tits.”

  God. Yes. Fletcher had nothing on this man in the filthy dialogue department.

  “Hmmm,” Drake murmured. “Let’s see if I can help you out, little girl.”

  I trembled in anticipation even before he reached in, skating a hand down my abdomen, between my legs. He found my swollen center, making slow circles over my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make me scream out as my orgasm burst. It careened through my belly and along my limbs, fizzing and crystalline, as if my veins pumped with sparkling water. He strummed my clit even after the first jolt, drawing out the climax until I finally sagged back against Fletcher.

  Drake kissed me again. It was different this time, soft and grateful and worshipful, covering my mouth completely. He took all my oxygen—and every coherent thought—mastering my lips and tongue with such perfect pressure I was sensually stoned.

  “I love you.”

  Holy. Crap.

  My eyes shot open as the words finished slipping out. At the same time, panic set in. My breath hitched. I fought to scramble away—and, of course, got nowhere.

  “Hey.” He tried to calm me and got just as far with that effort. “Ssshhhhh. Stop. Tolly, stop. Look at me again. I said look at me.”