Reconstructing Meredith (19 page)

And in spite of his apparent nerves, he quickly got the hang of being in control and asking her to do what he wanted. He had her lie back while he knelt between her legs. As he nudged her knees apart and kissed her inner thigh, I gulped. Into another potential minefield we went. Kiss by kiss, he worked his way higher. Just before he reached her pussy, Meredith gasped. After a second, she released her breath, and that breath was ragged. Nervous.

My heart beat faster.

Matt looked up at Meredith. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, swallowing hard.

He ran his hand along the top of her leg. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

I cleared my throat.

“Yes, Sir,” she corrected quickly, eyes darting toward me, then Matt.

Matt hesitated, then lowered his head to kiss her inner thigh again. He inched higher, and she chewed her lip, her eyebrows pulling together above tightly closed eyes. I couldn’t see exactly where his mouth was now, but he was close to her pussy. Very close. Getting closer.

I knew the instant his lips made contact. Her back arched so suddenly her shoulder blades lifted off the bed for a split second, and she gasped again, the comforter bunching in her hands.

But something wasn’t right.

Her lips pulled into something like a grimace. Her breath caught. Again.

Oh, shit
.

She drew a deeper breath, a deliberate intake preceding speech, and by the time she spoke, Matt had lifted his head and I was halfway out of my chair:

“
Yellow
.”

Matt flew back, palms upraised, and I was on my feet.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I sat beside her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Meredith, what’s wrong?”

She covered her eyes with a shaking hand and took a few deep breaths.

“Meredith?” I said again.

Matt looked at me, hands still hovering in midair, uncertainty etched into his expression. I gestured for him to relax. He lowered his hands, but didn’t touch her, and his expression didn’t change.

I stroked Meredith’s hair. “Are you okay, baby?”

She finally nodded and sat up slowly. “I’m sorry, I’m fine, I—”

“Don’t apologize,” Matt said softly. “This is about you. I want you to be comfortable. Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” She ran a hand through her hair. “I just… it felt… familiar.” Her eyes met mine, and I shuddered, wondering just how close she’d been to the brink of a flashback before she’d used the safe word.

I put my hand on her shoulder. “Do you want to stop?”

“No.” She looked at Matt. “Just… go slow.”

“Of course,” he said. “Was I moving too fast before?”

“No, not really.”

“I’ll go a little slower anyway, okay?”

A timid smile spread across her lips. “Thank you.”

He reached for her face, hesitating for a second. When she didn’t recoil, he rested his hand on the back of her neck and drew her into a kiss. Sinking against him, she wrapped her arms around him. When he broke the kiss, they looked at each other again, and this time her smile was anything but timid. Matt released her and sat back on his heels.

“Are you sure you want to keep going?” I asked Meredith.

She grinned. “I definitely do.”

“Just say so if you want to stop.” I kissed her lightly. Then I touched her face. Left cheek, right. Her gaze shifted downward, the lingering tension melting from her shoulders, and she exhaled. Once more—left cheek, right—and I whispered, “You’re under my command now. You’ll obey anything Matt or I tell you. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” she murmured.

Left cheek, right. Then I stood and, for the third time this evening, said, “She’s all yours, Matt.”

As he took over, lying her back on the bed and parting her legs once more, I took my seat again. Watching them, I rested my elbow on the armrest and thumbed my chin. In the back of my mind, I had a feeling it wasn’t just the near panic that had driven her to use the safe word. The panic was there, of that I had no doubt, but I wondered if she’d also been testing the waters. She needed to know this situation truly was under her control. Now that she’d proven it was, that she could bring everything to an instantaneous halt with the power of a single word, she could relax. It wasn’t something I encouraged my subs to do—as far as I was concerned, if a safe word was used, I’d fucked up royally as a Dom—but she was venturing into previously troubled waters. She could be forgiven for proceeding with more caution than most.

And just as I suspected she would, she
did
relax.

As Matt inched his way up her inner thigh, glancing up at her between kisses, she moaned and squirmed, but there was no resistance. She gasped when his mouth met her pussy. He looked up, pausing for a moment as if to gauge her reaction. Evidently satisfied she was aroused, not alarmed, he went down on her again.

Whatever he did with his lips and tongue, she fucking loved it. Her entire body responded, from her tightly shut eyes to her curling toes.

“Oh God, that’s amazing,” she breathed.

He raised his head just long enough to murmur, “I want you to play with your nipples.”

Her breath caught. Her eyes darted toward me, and a flicker of uncertainty crossed her face, but before I could jump the gun and suggest rescinding that order, she obeyed it. Her every response intensified now. Her hips twisted and squirmed beneath his arm, her back arched, and every gasp and moan was louder than the last.

Playing with her nipples makes her crazy
. I grinned behind my hand.
I’ll have to remember that
.

Matt moved his head from side to side, then circled just slightly, probably mirroring what his tongue did to her clit. My mouth watered at the phantom sweetness of her pussy on my tongue, and I dug my fingers into the armrest. When his hand left her hip and his shoulder dropped, Meredith whimpered and I swore I could feel her pussy tightening around his fingers.

“Oh God…” She sounded near tears, almost choking on the words. “Oh God, that’s amazing, fuck…”

“Don’t come yet, Meredith.” Somehow I kept my tone calm and even.

Writhing and moaning, she reached down and combed her fingers through his hair.

“He didn’t say to stop playing with your nipples,” I said sharply.

She whimpered again, this time with frustration and put her hand back on her breast. As soon as she pinched her nipple again, her back arched and her body squirmed beneath his arm. I could only imagine what he did with his mouth, but whatever it was, he didn’t relent. She writhed and trembled and gasped, and he didn’t quit, even when a violent shudder nearly levitated her off the bed.

“Please, Sir, let me come… please…” She screwed her eyes shut. “Oh, God, oh…
please
, Sir…”

“Not yet.”

Matt’s arm moved a little faster. I had no doubt he was fucking her with his fingers, moving faster now to make her orgasm that much less avoidable. I had to resist chuckling to myself. Evil bastard. This was exactly why we worked so well together like this. She couldn’t come until I allowed it, and he knew just how to make that order as difficult as possible to obey.

Meredith gasped and shuddered. “May— oh fuck, Sir, please…” She sucked in a breath and bit her lip. “Please, Sir, may I come?”

In a calm, low voice, I said, “Come.”

She let go.

I shifted in my chair.
Fuck
, I was hard, and watching her come undone like this was almost unbearable.
As soon as Matt’s done with you, baby, you are mine. All mine
.

He kept going until she gently pushed his head away. Lifting himself up on his arms, he came up to kiss her, but before he got to her, she grabbed the sides of his neck and dragged him down into a kiss. Deeply, passionately, borderline violently, she sought the taste of her pussy on his tongue just as she always did with me. The goose bumps on his back and arm were visible even from here, and I got a few myself.

They exchanged a few words I couldn’t hear. Her forehead creased and she bit her lip. Matt stroked her hair, murmuring something. She nodded, and when her eyes met his, she smiled. He kissed her quickly, then stood to get rid of the rest of his clothes. He took a condom from his back pocket, then tossed his jeans on the floor beside the other discarded clothes. He tore the wrapper with his teeth.

“Should I move over there?” She pointed toward the pillows.

Matt shook his head. “Stay just like that.” He rolled the condom on, then stood beside the bed and pulled her hips to the edge. She wrapped her legs around his waist while he guided himself to her. Resting his weight on his arms, he moved his hips forward slowly. I had no doubt she was wet enough to take him in one deep thrust, but he was cautious. Careful. Exactly the kind of man she needed for this, when her confidence or comfort could suddenly collapse.

“Is this okay?” he murmured.

She nodded, saying something I didn’t hear. Then she combed her fingers through his hair and drew him down to her. He dipped his head to kiss her neck, and as he did, he thrust all the way inside her, driving a cry of pure ecstasy from her lips. Her hands clawed at his back and her toes curled.

“Don’t come yet,” he whispered to her, just loud enough for me to hear.

Her nails left pink streaks down his back, and the helpless, almost delirious sounds she released would have made me painfully hard if I hadn’t been already.

There was no way in hell I was just watching. While he fucked her, growling denial after denial in response to her pleas for release, I got up and quickly got out of my clothes. My hand shook when I picked up a condom, and I didn’t even care if one of them noticed.

I had just gotten the condom rolled on when he must have given her the word. She cried out, gasped, damn near broke down sobbing, and he just kept right on fucking her. He threw his head back and groaned. I shivered. How the hell he’d kept it together while she came like that, I didn’t know, but he wasn’t done with her yet.

I watched them, every nerve ending in my body tingling with anticipation of being inside her. The sight of another guy didn’t do anything for me per se, but I was, like Matt, a voyeur by nature. Watching two people fuck was hot, there were no two ways about it. And knowing what he felt just then drove me insane. Her skin, her breath, her tight, hot pussy, the way she rolled her hips
just
right.

Meredith whimpered something. Words, but they didn’t quite reach me. It didn’t take long to figure it out, though, because as soon as Matt said “yes,” she came again.

I couldn’t tell what was louder—Meredith or the bed frame—but both her cries and its groans disappeared when Matt roared. He thrust into her a few more times, then shuddered and slumped over her. I breathed slowly and deeply, willing myself to be patient. Let the man get his equilibrium back, let him catch his breath, let—

Come on, Matt, come on, you’re killing me here
.

As soon as he got up and stepped aside, I was over her. She blinked, lips parted in surprise as if she’d forgotten I was even in the room.

I grinned and leaned down to let my lips barely touch hers. “Had enough?”

“No, Sir,” she said, panting.

“Good.” I thrust into her, muffling her cry with a deep kiss, and the instant my tongue met hers, the vague sweetness of her own pussy damn near drove me insane. God
damn
it, this woman’s body was amazing.

While I fucked her, a chair creaked somewhere at the edge of my awareness.

“He’s watching you now,” I whispered. “Does that turn you on?”

She glanced in Matt’s direction. A shiver tightened her grasp on my shoulders and her pussy around my cock.

“Do you like being watched, baby?” I thrust harder.

She bit her lip and moaned, digging her nails into my shoulders.

“Answer me, Meredith,” I growled. “Do you like being watched while I fuck your cunt like this?”

Almost sobbing now, she gasped for breath and moved her hips in time with my thrusts.

I slammed into her and stopped. “Answer me, Meredith. Does it turn you on?”

“It—” She licked her lips, frustration furrowing her brow while her hips tried in vain to coax mine back into motion. “Yes, Sir, it does.”

“I thought so,” I growled, and started again, thrusting deep, thrusting hard. I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my orgasm at bay for a few minutes, even a few seconds. Every time she rocked her hips or gasped or raked her nails across my shoulders, though, I inched closer to losing it.

“Oh my God,” she moaned, the near-sobbing hunger in her voice driving me that much closer to crazy. “Let— May, may I come again, Sir?”

Somehow I found my voice and whispered, “Yes, baby, come.”

God knew which of us let go first, but less than a heartbeat after I spoke, we both came. She clawed my shoulders, her pussy squeezed my cock, I thrust as deep inside her as I could, and we both shuddered.

Once I’d gotten rid of the condom, all three of us collapsed on the bed. With our combined body heat, it was too hot for the blanket, but we kept the sheet over us. Matt rested a hand on her shoulder. I rested mine on her thigh. She closed her eyes, and a few times, I wondered if she’d drifted off to sleep.