Get Off Easy (Noble House, #1) (17 page)

A soft breeze brushed against her chest when Boyce finally freed her from the corset. Skimmed between her legs as he slowly stripped away her lacy underwear. Her heels. Standing again, he cupped both of her breasts, kneading them with gentle, flowing movements that focused her attention on the dragging actions as she stood there wearing nothing but Saint’s leather bindings.

Boyce nudged her around until she faced him. His eyes were wild. “When Saint has you spread and bound, I’m going to see how wet this sweet pussy of yours is. With my tongue. But I won’t let you come. Because I’ve been ordered not to.” A flare of excitement eroded the last of her resistance. “Mmm...that’s nice. Do you want to hear what else I’ve been commanded to do? See how much more surrender I can coax out of you?”

“Yes,” was the only word she could manage.

“Before the night is over, I’m going to kneel between both of your legs and suck Saint’s cock. Feast on your cunt.” Though his words were harsh, Boyce’s touch was gentle and sent lightning bolts of pleasure arcing through her. She hovered on a sweet precipice, rapture in sight as she teetered on the edge, but unable to take hold of it because the men held it skillfully out of reach.

Before she could take her next breath, Boyce’s mouth closed over hers. His hunger overwhelmed her immediately, crashing over her with the power of a thousand freight trains. It tore her breath from her lungs and destroyed the last of her rational thought.

Boyce groaned, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, invading her with his wild, hot demands. Her lungs burned for air, but she didn’t mind. Boyce would take care of her.

Time drew out, her head spinning as pure desire snaked through her system. His desire was tangible, and heady. They exchanged shallow breaths before his clever tongue plunged into her mouth again.

A swirl of sensation and emotion rioted in her veins, increasing the heat building between her legs. The ache coiled tighter and tighter as he kissed, nipped, and suckled, using every swipe of his tongue to increase her pleasure. Making her more and more sensitive. Possessing her with an urgency that had her pleasure skyrocketing.

He broke the fierce kiss, moving away slowly as flames of need licked at her. He held her steady, giving her support with his body. “Breathe for me.”

She did.

The oxygen she took in was saturated with the desperation she felt in her core. Hot males and sex. At some point during Boyce’s passionate kiss, his blatant display of ownership, she was sure her mind had melted away. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t latch on to any sort of coherent thought.

“Perfect. All worked up and ready for me.” Saint’s voice sounded in her ear. “Lay down, angel.”

Boyce released her so she could follow Saint’s guiding hands. She hissed softly when her heated skin contacted with the cool leather of the padded seat. But the temperature difference didn’t abate the desire swirling through her. Boyce had his hands on her again, coaxing her back so she lay horizontal on the bench. Hot, moist heat surrounded one of her nipples as Boyce flicked his tongue against the nub. She sighed, sinking lower. Feeling the tug and pull as Saint worked to secure her how he saw fit.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Boyce pulled away. A sharp pinch at her hip brought her fully back into the moment and cleared her foggy vision, but didn’t strip away the layer of subspace she was surrounded by.

“I think it’s time for you to see what I see.” Saint grinned as he pointed overhead. “What Boyce sees. What
they
see.”

She had her crane her neck back slightly to view the large flat screen television mounted overhead. And discovered what Saint was so damn smug about.

Her.

Spread wide and bound.

At Saint’s mercy.

Feelings of vulnerability and pleasure warred deep inside her. Heat spiked through her as emotions erupted and spilled over. She wanted to cover herself. To hide from the cameras. From the other members.

From herself.

But she couldn’t.

Saint and Boyce wouldn’t allow it.

“So, so gorgeous.” Boyce touched her, neck to pubic bone, heat and arousal following his expert touch. On the screen she watched him spread his fingers wide, teasing the growing flushing spreading across her chest and down her torso.

Tears wet the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision again so she couldn’t see the screen. They’d laid her bare, exposing every fear and insecurity she’d come into the room wearing. They’d showed her how they could help guide her past those emotions, face those fears as they stood beside her, holding her hand. Allow her to be the woman she knew she was deep down inside.

The woman she kept hidden away.

“You made me...pretty.”

Saint grabbed the back of her neck, lifting her face so his clear eyes filled her field of vision. Fierce determination swam in the depths of his unwavering gaze. “You already
are
beautiful, Grae.” He tightened his grip. “And no amount of rigging, cameras, cuffs, or roleplay could ever adequately depict how gorgeous we think you are. How stunning you truly are to us.”

“I...don’t know what to say.” A few of those restrained tears leaked out. “Thank you.” Her thanks seemed inconsequential in comparison to the doors they’d just thrown wide open.

“And if you ever need reminding, just let us know. We’ll be more than happy to do whatever it takes to show you.” Her tongue grew thick in her mouth, emotion thoroughly clogging her throat. But Saint seemed to know, and simply smiled at her. “Ready for more?”

She couldn’t possibly take anything else. Not with the emotional upheaval she’d just experienced. As Saint crouched down, moving out of her field of vision, she realized she could. That she was more than willing and able to surrender.

As Saint worked, Boyce continued to touch and stroke her. “Open for me, baby.” Her pulse skipped as Boyce eased her knees apart, helping his partner. She felt a tug on her ankle and realized she could only move her right leg up a few inches. She tried to concentrate on her breathing, inhaling and exhaling slowly, but Boyce pressed his mouth on her thigh, causing her body to ignite with renewed need.

Something shifted, and now her left leg was restricted in the same manner as her right.

She waited for Saint to do the same to her wrists, but instead, she was surprised when he cupped her shoulders. When he encouraged her to a sitting position, Boyce assisted, holding her weight as Saint made some kind of adjustment.

Time elongated as sounds she couldn’t identify continued behind her. Every time she tried to focus, thought she’d recognized the noise, Boyce did something that would cause her attention to shift. Dug his fingers into her thighs, holding her wide and open in the air as he used his legs to cradle her close.

Nipped at her chest, her mouth, as he held her suspended in the air.

He stroked her lips with his tongue, a gentle touch that was more like a taste than a kiss, licking her as he rolled his hips forward, the obvious ridge of his erection pressing against her pussy. Ecstasy flowed through her unchecked, drawing forth a quiet whimpering from somewhere in her throat.

“Hrm...that sounds wonderful.”

Boyce felt wonderful. So much so, she knew she was never going to be the same if she kept playing this game with them. The thought was the bit of clarity in the madness she needed to pull her back into the moment. To make her realize she was far more lost to the scene—to them—than she’d planned.

Playing on dangerous ground, girl
.
A very treacherous game.

When something brushed against the back of her legs, she inhaled sharply. Her thoughts fractured when she realized Saint had slipped behind her and positioned himself underneath her on the bench.

“Ready for the ride?” Boyce didn’t wait for her answer as he began to slowly lower her into position.

She shuddered out a breath when Saint closed his hands around her hips as Boyce draped her over his partner’s body as much as the bonds would allow. Saint’s skin was hot, his muscles firm and taunt under her.

His heart beat steadily against her back.

As her body swayed, she realized Saint wasn’t supporting her. Not entirely. The rigging he’d set up held her partially suspended so that she wasn’t lying directly on him. The freedom would allow him to move her, and himself, without the weight of her body suppressing any of his movements. He’d also suspended her at a slight angle so that she could still see the screens, see herself spread out and open.

They were taking care of her safety. Her pleasure. But just as importantly, they were taking care of
her
. Something clicked in her chest and brought tears to her eyes again. They were everything. She was suddenly overwhelmed with the need to do what they commanded simply because she knew it meant she’d pleased them.

Boyce came to stand beside her, bringing his face closer to hers. “You both look spectacular.”

He closed his mouth over hers without warning, swallowing her gasp of surprise when he took her with an unexpected hunger. As Boyce plunged his tongue into her mouth, Saint dipped his fingers between her legs.

She gasped into Boyce’s mouth when Saint brushed his fingers against the hard nub of her clit. His touch moved away, then back, away again, then back. So, so close to her throbbing clit. Teasing her as he traced the shape of her pussy, fold by fold, before withdrawing his hand again.

Her physical connections with the men were so varied and different, yet so heady, as they worked in tandem heighten her arousal. When Boyce groaned against her tongue, the vibrations rattled through her. Something brushed against her shoulder with patient, rhythmic movements. A bright spark ignited in her core when she realized Saint was also touching Boyce.

Working them both.

When Boyce tore his mouth away, hauling in air to breathe, she wanted to beg and plead for him to come back. But she knew better. Begging hadn’t gotten her anywhere last time. That was just wasted breath.

“I need you,” she said quietly, hoping to encourage them. Her distinction of who she needed wasn’t clear. Mostly because she needed them both.

Grae dropped her head back, angling it so she could see Boyce kneeling between her and Saint’s thighs. The dual sensation of being able to see and feel Boyce’s tender caresses caused a riot of sensations through her. And each time she tried to focus on what he was doing, he altered his attention.

Now they both traced her folds, moving in tandem. Saint down one side. Boyce up the other. Teasing her hot opening. Her cunt clenched, aching to be filled.

Overwhelmed, she whimpered.

So empty
.

A single finger pushed inside her, stretching tissues ripe with need and achy with hunger. Another finger swirled over her clit, rubbing circles against the taut nub. She tried to arch her back, plead silently for them to give her more, but Saint had banded his arm under her breasts.

All she could do was take it. Take what they were giving her.

Another finger delved inside her, stroking, encouraging the building heat.

Saint brushed his lips against her neck. “Not empty now, are you, angel?”

Her eyes flew open. She hadn’t realized she’d spoken earlier. And now realized she didn’t care. They were filling her. Together. It shouldn’t feel this damn good, but oh, it did.

Thank God
.

As they worked, her pulse expanded until her entire body was beating in time to her heart. She sank lower, surrendering to them inch by glorious inch. When she dropped her head back again, she caught sight of the image projected on the screens. Her core clenched around their probing fingers.

“Do you like watching yourself, angel?” Saint whispered in her ear. “Your cunt just went all tight around our fingers when you looked at the screen.”

“Yes.” Normally she didn’t. A few Doms had used mirrors in the same manner, having her face it while she masturbated for them. But this...helped satisfy her voyeuristic tendencies and hit all the right spots for physical pleasure.

Their shoved their fingers into her at the same time, causing her to cry out. “More. I need...more.”

“Shh, you’ll have it. Just keep looking. Watching.”

She did as Saint commanded, observing as Boyce closed his mouth around the crown of Saint’s cock. Saint hissed softly against her back as Boyce slowly sucked on him. In the wide flat screen, Boyce outfitted his lover’s cock with a condom. Though he slid the latex into place with one smooth stroke, he took his time removing his hand.

Saint’s chest moved against her back as his breathing grew shallow and ragged.

She watched in fascination as Boyce tilted Saint’s erection toward her slit, pushing the hot skin against her already wet flesh. The contact of Saint’s scorching flesh slashed through her, dragging her high into the plane of pleasure they were erecting all around them.

Saint adjusted, and she let loose a quiet mewl of pleasure as he slipped the head of his cock inside her. As she drew breath, he slid deeper, pushing his entire length into her before she’d finished her inhalation.

A shudder wracked her body as a moan rattled her throat.

Saint hissed. “Damn, angel. You are even tighter and hotter than I remember.” He shifted his hips, withdrawing from her until only the very tip of him remained inside her.

“I told you,” Boyce offered, a touch of amusement threading through the arousal in his tone. “Though I’m not sure how it’s possible for her to be even more beautiful or sensual than she is right now.” As his words trailed off, Boyce dipped his face between her legs, grazing his tongue against her wet heat. She squirmed, wanting more of Saint’s cock, more of Boyce’s tongue. This continual teasing they kept raining down on her was fucking maddening.

And damn if she didn’t want even more.

With a few, quick and efficient licks to her pussy lips, Boyce brought her right to the brink and held her suspended in the decadent plane between release and orgasm. He teased and tormented her. Denying her the climax she very much wanted. The one she never wanted to arrive because she knew it would mean the end of the scene.