Go Deep (11 page)

Raising her eyes to her husband’s, she felt another wave of
relief that he was still here, that he hadn’t run off or called it quits. The
opposite, in fact. She knew that look on his face. It meant he wanted her,
desperately. His cock reared between his legs in proud arousal. He looked
magnificent, like a naked warrior. She knew that Eagle admired the sight as
much as she did when his cock hardened behind her.

Two stiff cocks. The thought made her head spin.

She shifted restlessly, needing more.

Eagle plucked at her nipples. The rough friction sent shock
waves straight to her sex. She arched and twisted against the white vinyl of the
catsuit still hugging her hips.

“You want out of this thing, sweetheart?” Eagle asked.

She nodded manically. He took his hands from her nipples and
pushed the catsuit down as far as he could reach. Gavin kneeled down in front
of her and peeled it off her legs. It was a two-man operation, with Eagle
lifting her ass up while Gavin pulled the suit down. The feeling of being
stripped by two men gave her a deep, unaccountable thrill.

When her body was free of it, she wriggled deliciously,
feeling like a butterfly released from a cocoon. Her body flushed with a giddy
sense of freedom.

For the first time in her life, she was completely naked in
front of two men. And it felt good, so good.

Her skin breathed in the warm air, basked in their
appreciative gazes. Where was her shyness, her restraint? Gone with the cocoon,
she supposed.

“You’re a knockout,” said Eagle in a thickened voice. The
fact that he was getting so turned-on gave her an extra thrill. He cupped her
breasts in his warm hands, so dark against her pale skin. He thumbed her
nipples. Heat shafted to her belly. She responded with a throaty moan that
would have embarrassed the old Beth. She spread her legs apart and smelled her
own arousal, piercing and sweet.

“I have to lick her now,” said Gavin in a voice raspy with
lust.

“Do it,” Eagle urged. He scraped his thumbnails across her
aroused nipples until she wanted to scream. It felt strange to have them
discussing her like that. Strange and intoxicating.

Gavin crouched between her legs, strong hands on her inner
thighs. She could tell he was restraining himself from taking her as if he were
a savage beast. His black hair brushed against her inner thighs. Goose bumps
pebbled across her flesh. He spread open her lips and tasted her clit with
delicate stabs of his tongue.

Oh God!
She thrashed from side to side, or tried to.
Eagle held her arms bound to her sides in a tight embrace. Gavin took one of
her buttocks in each hand, his large thumbs pressing into the upper part of her
thighs. His strength made her liquefy. Strong man at her pussy, strong man at
her breasts. Her body theirs to tease, stroke, torment.

Heat shimmered from her clit to her nipples, an electric
storm flashing at the edge of her awareness. God, she was going to come into
Gavin’s mouth, right now, while Eagle watched. What would he think of her?

She tried to escape the tormenting movements of that tongue
on her clit, but Gavin refused to let her. He pressed her clit with his thumb
as his hungry mouth sucked at her. Eagle taunted her nipples, muttering hot
words into the crease of her neck. “That’s right, let it go, you’re so hot
right now, I want to come just looking at you…” The pleasure was
excruciating—stars danced at the edge of her vision. She bucked against Gavin’s
mouth, fighting, struggling. Eagle panted in her ear, his hair brushing against
her shoulder, making every little hair rise up.

“It’s okay,” Eagle murmured. “You can come for us. It’s just
the beginning. Come for us now.”

With a long, primitive moan, she surrendered. She spread her
legs wide for her husband, she arched her back for Eagle’s clever fingers and
she gave herself over to them. The first shivers came in silvery waves, little
ripples hinting at what was to come. Then the bombshell hit. She let out a long
cry as she exploded into Gavin’s mouth. An endless series of spasms racked her
body. She let it all out, let her body twist and go still, let the mewling
cries spill from her lips.

They stayed with her until the last moan, until she’d gone
limp against Eagle’s chest. She’d come in front of two men, and the world
hadn’t ended. In fact, the world felt lighter.

She felt Eagle’s erection against her back and wiggled
teasingly. He gave a low growl.

“You’re playing with fire, girl.”

“Oh. That’s fine. I mean, yeah.” Her verbal abilities were
still floating in the ether.

Gavin got to his feet. He had a mammoth, jaw-dropping
erection. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Beth.”

Mesmerized, she reached up and took his cock into her hand.
“We’re just starting, right?”

“Let’s talk for a second,” said Eagle, shifting her off his
lap. A thin sheen of sweat glowed on his copper forehead. “It’s Wild Nights,
but I have things I do and things I don’t. When it comes to other men’s dicks,
it’s hands only.”

“Works for me,” said Gavin. “That’s as far as I go too.”

Beth stared at her husband. “You’ve touched other men?”

Gavin shrugged. “It’s been awhile. But yeah. Hockey players
are horny guys. We used to get each other off now and then.”

Dizzying fantasies filled her mind. Those young studs in the
locker room, jacking each other off.
Oh my God.
“Do it.”

“Do what?”

“Jerk each other off. Right now. I want to see.”

Gavin and Eagle eyed each other. Gavin shrugged and took a
step closer. She saw a drop of moisture at the tip of his cock. She longed to
lick it off but more than anything, she wanted to see her magnificent husband
getting a hand job from another man.

“I’ll take a rain check on mine,” said Eagle. “One at a
time. But I get to call the next move. Deal?”

Beth caught Gavin’s sidelong look. They smiled at each
other, in a “what have we gotten ourselves into?” way. It felt fun, a sexy
conspiracy of two. “We’re fine with that,” said Beth.

“Then bring that cock here.”

Gavin stepped closer and Eagle closed his fist around her
husband’s thickened cock. The sight of that brown hand gripping Gavin’s
erection thrilled Beth down to the pit of her stomach. The way he touched Gavin
was so…different, so hard, so unworried about doing it wrong. So basic, so
animal, so down and dirty, get it done. Hand job, emphasis on the job. With a
groan, Gavin closed his eyes and jerked his hips forward. The hard muscles of
his ass clenched. Eagle’s eyes gleamed with a fierce light.

Beth felt heat rise between her own legs, though she’d never
have believed it possible. She scooted closer and ran her hands across her
husband’s ass. She had to touch, had to be part of this. His skin twitched at
her touch. She explored farther, down the crease between his buttocks, to where
his balls trembled.

“Oh Beth. Oh my sweet.” Gavin groaned long and hard as his
balls tightened. Eagle panted roughly, his face tense with focus, his eyes
narrowed, gleaming. Beth knew he was turned-on too, this wild thing they’d
taken into their bedroom.

Gavin shouted, his spine arching, hips thrusting into
Eagle’s tight fist. Eagle kept pumping at his cock until cream spurted between
his fingers, dripping to the floor. Gavin muttered, “Enough,” and stumbled away
from the two of them, collapsing on his back on the bed.

Beth let out a deep, satisfied sigh. She’d needed to see
that. She wasn’t sure why. Witnessing the rawness of it, the sheer male drive
to get off—it was incredibly freeing.

Beth met Eagle’s eyes. Their usual calm was replaced by a
blaze of animal lust. “Christ, what have I gotten myself into?” He shook his
head. “I’m gonna go rinse off.”

Beth climbed onto the bed and curled up next to Gavin, who
seemed only barely conscious. She burrowed next to his side, reveling in a new
sense of raw closeness.

Chapter Eleven

“Beth, honey.”

She jerked awake. When had she drifted off? Some time must
have passed, because Gavin no longer lay next to her. The lights had been
dimmed and the room was filled with black and silver shadows. She blinked,
disoriented. She felt as if she’d woken up in a different world. A dream world.
No… With a shock, she recognized it. The world of the photograph.

Gavin, fully clothed, sat across the room in the armchair,
still as a shadow. She looked up. Eagle, also clothed, loomed over her. He held
something in his hands.

“Time to get serious,” he said. “Your husband says I should
put this on you. The guy’s a stud so I want to do what he says.”

She heard the hint of a question in his voice. She squinted
at the object he held, touched it. The leather collar, with the leash.

Two men, a naked woman and a collar—just like the photo.

Her mouth went dry. A lightning strike of excitement flashed
through her. The room suddenly seemed like a high-contrast print of itself, the
darks darker, the silvers brighter. Her eyes strayed to Gavin, but she couldn’t
make out his expression. Just like the man in the photograph, he was a mystery
figure in the shadows.

“Yes,” she said in a tiny voice. Eagle didn’t move. “Yes,”
she said, more clearly, and she stood and bent her head toward him.

He settled the collar around her neck and snapped it shut.
The tight fit sent her senses soaring into another realm. Her breath quickened.
He slid his hand slowly down her body, her skin leaping in little pulses under
his hard palm.

“While you’ve been sleeping, your husband and I got to know
each other a little better. Like I told you before, I’m a free spirit. Don’t
like to be tied down anywhere. Or to anyone. Makes it kind of ironic that when
I’m alone in my cabin out on Kodiak, I think the only thing missing’s my own
little slave girl.”

He twisted the leash around his wrist and tugged her closer.

“If I had a sexy woman like you, I’d keep her chained to the
bed like a pet while I was gone, and when I came back there she’d be, all warm
and naked, curled up on the blankets. I’d drop my pants and let her suck me off
or maybe I’d just make her stay on the bed while I plowed her senseless. I’d
keep the cabin nice and warm for her, so she never had to put on any clothes.
She’d walk around naked all the time, except for the collar. Any time I wanted,
I’d touch her breasts, her cunt, her ass. I’d make her come ten times a day.
I’d make sure she was ready, all day long, just like you are right now.”

Beth flinched at the truth of it. His words made her crazy,
made the wetness spring between her legs. He felt it, of course, since his hand
was embedded deep in her folds, fingers moving against her clit.

“And if I had guests, my slave girl would keep them
entertained.” He gave her his back, turning so she had to follow behind him as
he crossed the room to Gavin. He stood her before the armchair, using the leash
to turn her body to the right, then the left, displaying her for her silent,
shadowed husband.

Her nipples felt as hard as stones. Moisture dripped between
her thighs.

Eagle’s voice deepened. Sternly, he addressed Beth. “Is this
how you show yourself off to our guest? Come now. Arch your back. Give him a
better look at your lovely breasts.”

He gave her a light slap on the ass. Wild heat shot through
her body. She obeyed, pushing out her chest. Eagle ran his hands from one
breast to the other, pulling at her nipples, tweaking them into even stiffer
peaks. Hard throbs rocked her core.

“That’s right, your nipples ought to be ripe and plump for
our visitor. We want him begging for you.” He tugged until she moaned, pressing
her breasts farther into his hand. When he withdrew it, she tried to follow,
but instead he moved his hand to her rear. He felt the twin curves of her ass.
“Nice butt. Do you like to be spanked?”

Beth shook her head, then nodded, then shook it again. Then
nodded.

“I believe she does, though she never knew it before this
weekend.” Gavin spoke from the depths of the armchair.

Eagle went back to the hot growl of his “slave-master”
voice.

“I’d discipline my slave girl whenever she misbehaved. Or
whenever I thought she needed a correction.” He stroked the soft place on her
upper thigh where it joined her buttocks. “A sweet ass like this is just
begging for a firm hand now and then.” He gave her a brisk spank. “Tell me the
truth. When I talk about it, does it turn you on? Are you a little cat in heat
right now?”

Beth moaned incoherently. Eagle walked her forward so she
stood at Gavin’s knees. “First sample goes to the honored guest.”

* * * * *

Gavin barely recognized this sensual goddess as his wife.
She was all curves and leather, all abandonment and shadows. The moonlight from
the window filtered across her skin, making her nipples look enormous. Her head
was thrown back, her hair tumbling over her shoulders. The collar set off her
delicate collarbones, the heavy leather emphasizing her dainty curves. Why had
he never noticed how the undersides of her breasts quivered with each breath?
Or how the skin on her torso was ever so slightly lighter than the skin on her
forearms? Silvery wetness gleamed between her thighs. He drank in the details
of her body in a way he never had before. She’d always kept herself covered,
hidden.

Like this, she was a revelation.

Like this, she was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

From the dazed look on her face, he knew she’d gone into
some other plane of awareness. She floated on a sensual high.

And this man, Eagle, had helped put her there. And that, he
realized, was just fine. This man was at his service. His and Beth’s. He’d come
to provide pleasure for them.

A sharp, terrible excitement twisted his gut. He could tell
this man to do absolutely anything. Gavin was the director in this scene. If he
wanted Beth spread open while Eagle licked her nipples and he ravaged her cunt,
he could command it. If he wanted her ass while Eagle took her mouth, he could
say the word. He was in control here. Just how he liked it. That’s what Beth
wanted—she’d offered him not just her body, but her innermost dreams.