Scarlet (12 page)

“Comfortable?”

“I guess.”

“Now, if you really want us to stop, just let go of the
pretty blouse.”

“Why don’t I just tell you to stop?” Paxson snapped.

“Because I think you should wear this.” Cain held up a red
ball. Heather gasped when she realized it wasn’t just a ball—it was a ball gag.

The corners of Paxson’s eyes squinted down at the edges.
“You just happen to have a gag in your pocket?”

Cain laughed. “It was a fetish ball and…” He held the gag to
Paxson’s lips. “I know you. I don’t want you to say something you might
regret.”

Paxson’s teeth clamped together. “What do you think I might
say?” He tipped his head toward Heather. “I’m not going to be mean to her.”

Again Cain laughed and shook his head. “I was thinking more
that you might say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ before you’ve had a chance to think about
whether you really want us to stop.”

Paxson’s throat muscles convulsed when Cain said “us” but he
didn’t move.

He hesitated for one heartbeat then opened his mouth.
Heather’s chest tightened like someone was squeezing her ribs. It was amazing,
watching this strong, serious man give up the control of his words.

Cain eased the gag between Paxson’s lips and Heather
couldn’t contain her groan.

It should have made a submissive picture but he was too
powerful, biting down on the gag, fingers gripping her glittery top. Defiant.
He looked a little pissed but she was pretty sure that was because he wasn’t in
charge.

His fingers clenched around her top, pulling his arm and
chest muscles taut. Unable to resist touching all that yummy flesh any longer,
she splayed her fingers wide across his breastbone and dragged her hand down,
letting her fingertips bump over the ripples in his abs.

The heat coming off his skin was incredible. She kept moving
along the same path. Paxson grunted and rocked his hips up, pushing his cock
into her hand.

“Nice.” Taking up the silent invitation, she wrapped her
hand around his shaft and caressed the long, thick rod. Paxson moaned behind
the gag but didn’t move. He certainly didn’t drop the ends of the blouse. If
anything, his fingers tightened so he wouldn’t accidentally let go.

Knowing that he watched, she leaned down and stroked her
tongue up the full length of his shaft. The masculine taste of his skin warmed
her tongue and she hummed her pleasure. Just imagining his cock inside her made
her pussy ache.

She raised her head and stared down at the luscious man
stretched out beneath her. Every muscle in his body was contracted. It would
take days, weeks to explore every lovely line of his body.

She glanced at Cain. He sat beside her, watching her as she
stared at Paxson. Needing to reconnect with Cain, she leaned over, tilting her
head and opening her mouth. He responded to her silent invitation, meeting her
for a kiss that melted her insides. His tongue slid into her mouth, tasting
her, overwhelming her.

Rough fingers curled around her breast, teasing the tight
nipple.

A low groan erupted from the bed and Cain slowly pulled
away.

“I don’t think he likes to be ignored.” He nodded, giving
her permission to focus on Paxson. She pressed up, gave Cain one more kiss then
looked at the sexy man beneath her.

“Hey there, handsome.”

The tops of his cheekbones turned pink even as his eyes
tightened down. She knew she had to keep it light. He still might freak out.
She could see it in his eyes.

Power surged through her as she crawled higher up his body,
his cock hard and thick between her legs. The awed look on his face made her
tummy flip. She leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest, putting her
weight into the caress, knowing he could take it.

“You look delicious, lying there, all stretched out for me.”

He tugged on the glittering gold strips holding his hands to
the top of the bed.

“Careful,” Cain warned, laughter tripping through his voice.
“That headboard doesn’t look too strong. You don’t want to have to explain it
to security, eh?”

Cain smoothed his hand down Heather’s side, over her hip.
The caress continued, his hand slipping from her skin to Paxson’s chest.

Paxson grunted but beyond that didn’t move. Cain’s eyes
sparkled. He leaned over and placed a light kiss on the soft underside of Pax’s
arm. The muscle jumped and Paxson looked over, his lips stretched around the
gag, his eyes wild.

Breath caught in Heather’s throat as she watched Paxson’s
hands clutching the ends of the gold top. His fingers fluttered like he was
readjusting but he made no move to drop the material.

She shared a half-smile with Cain then bent down and licked
the flat nipple, loving the shudder that ran through Paxson’s body.

“I think he likes that,” Cain murmured.

She nodded and glanced at Cain. Their eyes met and Cain
leaned in. He stroked the flat of his tongue across Paxson’s other nipple.

Every muscle in Paxson’s body tensed as those twin mouths
worked his sensitive flesh.

Pax gripped the shirt tighter, not wanting to risk dropping
it. Heat swelled over his nipple. Fuck, what are they doing to me? Cain opened
his mouth and scraped his teeth across the tiny peak. A minor shock of pain
surged through his body and made his dick harder.

Pax struggled to maintain control but couldn’t stop his hips
pumping up, his cock straining to fuck. The soft skin of Heather’s thighs
teased him, tempting him. Cain placed his hand in the center of Paxson’s
stomach and pushed down, holding Paxson to the bed.

Paxson bit down on the gag, suddenly pleased that they’d
asked him to wear it. He might have asked Cain to stop. Damn, he was glad he
couldn’t speak. Cain continued to torment his nipple as Heather rose on her
knees. She looked like a goddess rising above him.

Her thighs brushed against his hips and he could feel the
heat from her cunt warming his cock. Cain’s weight pressed down on his side,
reminding him the other man was there.

Pax’s mind was still reluctant about fucking another man but
his body appeared all for it.

He tensed as Cain’s hand slid down his abs, dipping between
his legs and giving Pax’s balls a firm tug that only another guy could
understand. Pax groaned and clenched his teeth together. His cock ached and
damn it, he needed—

“Wait.”

Cain rolled away and Paxson immediately felt the loss of his
friend’s touch.

But Heather provided the perfect distraction. She scraped
her hands through her hair so it fell in a long tumble down her back. Pressing
her chest forward, she tipped her head backward.

She slid her hands up the front of her body and cupped her
breasts, doing what Paxson wanted to be doing. Her fingers swirled slow circles
around the tight peaks of her breasts. Paxson grunted around the gag and rocked
his hips upward, needing to be inside her.

She looked down at him. He expected to see laughter and
teasing in her gaze but instead all he saw was desire.

She slipped her hand around his cock and raised it, pressing
her wet cunt to the shaft then using her slick liquid to ease the stroke of her
hand.

Cain returned and crawled back on the bed. He ripped open
the condom and placed it over the head of Paxson’s cock. Cain glanced at him
and Pax nodded, giving his friend permission to do it.

Cain’s fingers caressed his cock as he rolled the latex down
his shaft.

“My turn,” Heather hummed as she raised his cock and placed
the tip to her opening. She hesitated for one heartbeat, then pushed down,
letting him fill her.

He clutched the ends of the blouse, holding himself in place
as her hot, slick pussy enveloped him. Slowly, she worked his cock into her
passage, taking all of him before easing back and letting his shaft slide
almost out of her pussy. She caught a breath and pressed back down. Wicked
shivers raced through her muscles, her pussy tightening on his cock.

Seductive pleasure stared at him. She wanted this. As he
watched, she placed her hands behind her beside his knees, arching her back,
pushing those sweet tits forward. Her hair trailed across his thighs as she slowly
circled her hips. Not fucking him. Just moving his cock inside her, gripping
him.

“Damn, sweet, that’s fucking sexy.” Cain pushed up on his
arm, leaned in and kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth.

Paxson moaned, watching, wanting. While she continued the
slow, rolling fuck, working his shaft deep inside her cunt, Cain bent down and
once again put his lips on Paxson’s nipple. The bright shiver ran through his
skin.

Paxson groaned and rolled his hips up, needing to drive his
cock into her. The almost painful bites to his nipple piled sensation on top of
sensation and Paxson couldn’t stand it anymore.

He dropped the glittering gold cloth and yanked the gag out
of his mouth.

Tension ripped through Heather’s body. She sat up straight,
lodging his shaft deep in her passage.

“You want to stop?” The breathless question made his cock
harder.

“Fuck, no.”

He sat up, grabbing Heather’s ass to keep his cock buried in
her pussy, and rolled over, putting her beneath him. He reached down and
scooped up her legs, draping her knees over his arms, opening her cunt and
giving him full control.

She gasped and reached for him but Paxson rose up, lifting
her hips higher, driving his cock deeper. She couldn’t move unless he gave her
permission.

Her hands fluttered at her sides and Paxson grinned, knowing
what she was looking for. The weight on the mattress shifted and Paxson looked
over his shoulder.

“Where are you going?” he asked as Cain slipped off the bed.
His friend raised his eyebrows, challenging Paxson’s question. Pax knew how to
intimidate with a look but Cain knew him too well. “Heather wants you.”

Cain shook his head. “You’ve got it covered.”

“
I
want you.”

Cain froze.

“Now, get your ass back on this bed.” It felt good to be in
command. He spent so much of his life holding back, maintaining control. The
light in Cain’s eyes flickered with lust and just a hint of fear, but he
crawled back on the mattress.

Pax didn’t quite understand what was happening but he wanted
Cain to stay. Hell, he wanted Cain.

Keeping his weight forward, keeping his cock drilled into
Heather’s cunt, Pax reached out and wrapped his hand around the back of Cain’s
neck, dragging him forward, pulling him close enough to kiss.

He stopped, breathless, his mind slowly processing the scene
before him.

Before he could think better of it, he tilted his head to
the side and covered Cain’s mouth in a hard kiss. The other man froze for one
heartbeat, then he kissed Paxson back, opening his mouth, letting Pax sink his
tongue into that warm cavern.

Unable to stop the motion of his body, he rocked his hips,
pulsing his cock within Heather’s tight pussy.

“Fuck,” he muttered, the word whispered against Cain’s
mouth. Cain’s lips curled up in a smile.

“Good, huh?”

“Oh yeah.”

Cain pulled back and Paxson saw his friend, his buddy—and
the guy he was going to fuck as soon as he got done with Heather’s pussy.

Pax leaned forward, crouching over her, his hands on the
mattress, her knees held open by his shoulders. She moaned as he rocked into
her passage, short deep thrusts.

“Is that good, baby?”

She moaned and tried to move against him but he had her so
locked in place all she could do was take him. Every little pulse inside her
sent new flutters into her core.

She reached for him, needing to feel, wanting to drive him
crazy—

“No, baby, that’s not how this is going to work.” He raised
his chin to Cain. “Grab that gold glittery thing.”

Cain grinned and picked up her sparkly top from where Paxson
had dropped it. He seemed to know what Paxson wanted and looped the edges around
the corner of the headboard.

Paxson pushed against her hips, sliding her across the
sheets until she was close enough to reach. The two ends of her shirt were
placed in her hands and she instinctively tugged on them.

“Same rules. If you want to stop, just let go.”

Pax’s smug attitude—where the hell had the shy, gentle lover
gone?—made her lift her chin in defiance.

“
I
won’t let go.”

“We’ll see.” He rocked his shaft inside her, tilting his
hips so every pulse teased her clit. She couldn’t stop the cry that tore from
her throat. She tightened her cunt around him and savored his shout.

“I can take whatever you dish out,” she said, confidence
high.

“Hmm, maybe we need to stick that gag in her mouth,” Paxson
snarled.

Cain chuckled. “I’ve got something better to go in her
mouth.” He knelt on the mattress and nudged his hips forward.

Hungry for every sensation, she pressed up, sucking the tip
of Cain’s cock between her lips. He rocked forward, sinking another couple of
inches into her mouth. The heat triggered lovely little explosions through her
body.

But it wasn’t enough. She punched her hips upward, trying to
slam Paxson into her, needing just that one little touch to—

“Damn, I can’t get into her mouth,” Cain growled. “Not at
this angle.”

Pax’s head snapped up, his jaw tight, his eyes a little
crazy. He’d been close. Hell, so had she.

But Paxson nodded and slowly backed off, lowering her hips
to the bed, easing his cock from her pussy.

“No!”

“Shh, baby, it’s okay. We won’t leave you.” Paxson rubbed
his palm across her stomach, sending those nerves tingling. He slid his fingers
up her sides, cupping her breasts and swiping his thumbs across her nipples. A
shiver ran through her sensitive flesh. She moaned as he scooped his hands
beneath her hips and urged her to roll over.

Cain was there—back against the headboard, legs spread, that
long cock hard and waiting for her.