This Is a Dark Ride (17 page)

“I’m afraid.” Was that her voice? That tiny squeak?

“So is Sam.” He went to Sam and stroked his hair. “There’s nothing here to be afraid of. I promise.”

Brody wasn’t just talking to her; she knew he was addressing Sam as well. She watched Brody’s hands, etched with veins, long, slender fingers slipping through Sam’s hair. Sam sighed, his eyes closed, a sublime look on his face, drinking in the pleasure of being touched by the man he loved. The two of them together were magnificent.

But there was something to be afraid of.
Wanting this
. That was a lot to be afraid of. When you wanted…when you needed, you left yourself open to pain. She didn’t want to spend a few minutes being special and then go back to being nothing.

She took a step back. “I can’t…”

Brody nodded. “You can. Just come here.”

Sam opened his eyes slowly and lifted his gaze to hers. “I’m not scared to say I want this, if you’ll say it too,” he said.

“It’s going to be…awkward. I mean after…” She was initially only stalling, but now she’d said it out loud, she could see things could become exactly that way. She cared very much about the both of them. Being an extra wheel would only cause problems none of them needed.

What she needed to do was be sensible. She had a safe place to stay here. Why screw that up just to roll around and get sweaty with them? It wouldn’t be worth it. “We shouldn’t—”

“Come here.” Brody was different. He wasn’t a skinny, shaking junkie. Angel could see in him exactly what Sam saw: a confident, dominant man.

Her legs wobbled as she walked toward the bed. Panic boiled up inside of her, a jumble of fear and worry that made her ball her hands into tight fists, squeezing her fingers until they grew numb.

Just do it and get it over with.

Brody patted the spot beside Sam, and she sat down, grateful to no longer have to stand. Angel drank in the warmth that radiated from Sam’s naked skin, and she suddenly realized she was cold. A shiver went through her, and she trembled, aware that her bare breasts shook.

“Don’t be afraid,” Brody said. “Not of anything…especially not of this.” One hand slid beneath her breast and then cupped it. Brody lifted it as his other hand touched Sam’s hair.

Brody urged Sam on, but the eagerness with which Sam’s mouth took her breast told her he needed little encouragement. She closed her eyes, losing herself to the tugging sensation of Sam’s warm mouth on her nipple. Brody’s fingertips traced the faint blue veins of her breasts.

She stroked Sam’s hair. “That feels good.”

Apparently encouraged by her praise, he sucked a little harder and rolled her other nipple between his fingers with a little pinch that made her gasp. His tentative exploration grew more confident. She opened her eyes so she could watch him. She needed to see him—to see him doing this to her. Brody was right beside Sam, holding her breasts up like some sort of offering.

Brody put his face by Sam’s and then kissed his cheek.

Sam released her nipple and turned toward Brody, and Brody caught Sam’s mouth in a hard, openmouthed kiss. Their tongues tangled together; both took little licks at her now rigid nipple, twining together, two tongues becoming one. An unfamiliar sound escaped her lips. A small, whimpering moan. The panic inside of her was gone…replaced by something bigger, something much more potent.

Need.

One of Sam’s huge hands covered one of hers, and he caressed the top of her knuckles. His touch comforted her, soothed her. Gradually she allowed her hands to relax.

Angel’s whole body tensed as Brody laid his hands on her thighs. Slowly, relentlessly he pushed them apart. Part of her wanted to clamp them back shut. Squirm away. Angel forced herself to remain still, remembering the way she had allowed herself to trust him the night he washed her.

“Beautiful. She is so beautiful, isn’t she, Sam?” Brody murmured.

She felt the two of them—they were both just looking at her. She thought she should be embarrassed by their scrutiny, but the expressions of awe and appreciation on their faces made her feel like the most beautiful woman on earth.

Then she was on her back, her ankles tangled in the sheets, her hair caught behind her, pulling uncomfortably, and she had a strange feeling in her belly as Brody’s fingers opened her. Like he did when he had checked her, except that wasn’t what he was doing now.

With his thumb and index finger he parted her labia wide. Sam’s eyes shifted from her face and focused between her legs. She shivered from both the cool air of the bedroom touching her there, and Sam’s intense stare.

“You are very beautiful…everywhere,” Sam said in a whisper as Brody held her spread.

Sam’s hand skimmed over her thigh and touched her mound. Angel shook as Brody slipped his finger inside of her. When Sam’s finger joined his, she squirmed. It was too much, both of their fingers there at once. She grabbed a handful of sheet and squeezed. Her pussy was drenched; despite the doubts in her mind, it was quite clear what her body wanted. Shame and pleasure mingled at the wet squelching sounds.

Brody pulled his finger to the side, opening her, until Sam did the same, pulling in the other direction, stretching her wide between their fingers. Sam’s cheek brushed her inner thigh, and he stopped to place a soft, wet kiss there.

Sam, who had never done this before. Sam, who had never been with a woman. Both of those things made her chest tighten as Sam’s lips found her clit and sucked it just as gently as he’d done to her nipple. His mouth was hot. Her clit swelled in his lips—reaching out to him. More. It wanted more. She wanted more.

The flying feeling returned. It was as if she could hear wind rushing by her ears as she soared. It wasn’t the wind; her own heartbeat thundered in her ears. Weird thoughts went through her, thoughts of how this seemed wrong. Wrong, not because it could drastically change the way things were between them, but it was the idea that she loved the both of them far too much for this to be happening. The only sex she’d had in her life was unwanted, with people she didn’t like. It was something she associated with cruelty and hate. It wasn’t normal to feel that way and she knew it, but the idea of
wanting
sex still seemed very wrong.

Sam’s eager mouth made it easy to stop thinking and just let things be. The tip of his tongue was a hot, flickering ember on her clit. He was patient. Tireless. Each swipe of his tongue made that ember glow brighter. Angel sucked her breath in, never wanting it to end. He continued until she writhed, rising up to meet it. The heat of his breath, the sensations of his tongue exploring and teasing. Fire rained down, and sparks of the most exquisite pleasure she’d ever known blazed through her.

She lifted her ass, pushing herself against his mouth. Desperate. Reckless. Her back arched and her toes curled until it all ebbed away except for a few fluttering spasms.

“Was that okay?” He raised his head between her thighs, his mouth shiny from her juices.

“I…”
I have no idea. No one ever did that before
. She couldn’t speak…couldn’t answer him, only managed to nod her head.

Brody kissed Sam again, and the soft, wet sounds drove a new need, a new ache through her. One of them made a small humming sound. It was Brody.

“You taste like pussy,” he said. The words were muffled by Sam’s lips. “My turn now.”

Brody’s mouth was on her—different, much different than Sam’s. Rougher and yet he seemed to know exactly where she needed to be touched. There was no soft exploration, no teasing. Like a missile, he zeroed in on his target without mercy. She clenched her jaw, trying to fight the torrent of sensations. Her clit still tingled from Sam’s tongue as Brody began to suck. He dragged the orgasm from her, sucking it right out through her clit. Angel’s cries were muffled by Sam’s lips. He kissed her mouth, his face still wet from the orgasm he’d given her. His mouth didn’t taste the same. Tangy.
It was her
. She tasted herself on his lips.

Brody didn’t stop. His tongue abandoned her throbbing clit to stab into her twitching opening. He remained still until her pussy stopped fluttering. In a moment he returned to her clit. Angel tried to wiggle away. It was too much. Too sensitive. He pressed his hands down hard on her thighs and latched on. His lips sealed tightly, he began to suck with force. She could hear herself making sounds, but she had no control. Her whole world at that moment was Brody’s wet tongue tapping at her clit, taking her to the next brink. Every lick felt like a slap. Her clit was on fire. He closed his lips again as she began to buck wildly. His mouth vibrated, humming a little against her overstimulated pussy, and everything around her shattered. She opened her mouth to let something out, a sob, a scream—something.

She whimpered into Sam’s lips, her arms jerking beside her. Her flailing hand found Sam’s erection. She took a deep breath and wrapped her fingers around it. As large as his cock looked to her eyes, it felt even bigger as she caressed it with her hand.

Being with Sam. It was going to hurt. She had already resigned herself to that idea as she stroked the silky-smooth skin. She traced the bumps and ridges of veins with her fingertips. He wouldn’t hurt her intentionally. This wouldn’t be some rage-fueled fuck in the back of a car, but common sense told her there would be pain involved in taking something that big. She didn’t care. The very idea that she wanted this to happen was enough to embolden her. She’d done this, many times, too many times without wanting to. Sam could hurt her if he had to, and she would happily endure it.

She met his gaze as she continued stroking him. His intensity made it impossible to form coherent words.

I want you. Do you know how fucking special that is? How special you are?
She wanted to say those things, to make him understand that this just wasn’t something she was doing because she felt pressured to or because she felt obligated. No words came, so she wasn’t sure why she was so certain he knew.

“I want you, Angel,” Sam said. “Do you understand how special you are?”

She suddenly was special. For the first time in her life.
Sam wanted her
. He’d gone his whole life without being with a woman, and for whatever wonderful reason, it was her that he wanted. He moved her hand away, and then reached over to the little bedside table and opened the drawer. He removed a condom, ripped it open, and then slowly began to roll it on.

No turning back now, was there?

Brody’s tongue teased her now, just barely brushing over her clit, until she needed more. She scooted back on the mattress, making room for Sam. It was time. She knew what would happen next, and every part of her was hungry for it to begin. Brody moved up on the other side of her, his chin so wet she was almost ashamed.

Almost.

There was no discussion, no questions, as Sam moved over her. Vaguely Angel heard the slap of Brody’s hand on Sam’s ass. Sam gasped.

He looked down at her for a moment, dark brown eyes full of appreciation. She was pretty. No, fuck pretty—she was beautiful. She didn’t think she needed a man’s approval to make her okay with herself, but this was the first—
the only
—time she had ever had it, and the way it felt, the way it made her feel to have them think she was desirable, was priceless.

Sam wrapped his hand around his cock and guided it toward her. Her body fought the invasion of the thick head against her wet opening, but he relentlessly slid into her. She watched in fascination as his cock began to disappear inside her, filling, overfilling, and stretching her. It pinched and it burned. She panicked for a moment, squirming beneath him. Her thighs trembled, and her muscles clenched around his girth, trying to stop his slow slide into her depths. Fear and ecstasy mingled inside of her. She took quick, sharp breaths as her lungs constricted.

“Be easy.” She heard Brody’s voice, disjointed and floating through the room. His hands stroked her hair. “It’s okay, Angel. Sam won’t hurt you. He’d never hurt you. We’ll never hurt you.”

She closed her eyes as Brody caressed her. No, they wouldn’t hurt her. Not ever. She was finally safe. Safe here with Brody and Sam.

“Are you ready?” a voice asked. Brody’s voice. “Tell him. Tell Sam what you want.”

“Sam,” another voice answered. A strange, husky, raw voice. Her voice. Choked with emotions she didn’t know how to process and needs she hadn’t known she had. “Fuck me.” The two words were nearly soundless. She tried to say please but couldn’t.

Sam pushed forward, and they both gasped in unison.

She tensed around him as he eased deeper inside of her. An anxious whimper escaped her as she waited for pain that never came. Her body slowly melted beneath his, and when he was completely inside of her, it seemed as if they had become one.

Slowly Sam began to move, sending hot embers of pleasure coursing through her. She gripped his arms, solid columns of muscle beneath smooth skin. Long strokes. Deep, torturous thrusts. She bit down lightly on his thick shoulder as his pace increased.

Sam was by far the largest man she’d ever encountered. When he was fully inside her, the tip of his cock touched something tender. Slight pressure there felt good, but Angel sensed that anything beyond that slight pressure would genuinely hurt.

She pulled back a little.

“I won’t hurt you,” he said, and she tried to relax as he surged forward once more. That pressure became intense, and then it was gone. He began moving faster, with urgency in his thrusts. He caressed her stretched opening with a finger on either side of his cock. A possessive touch that sent a strange, longing ache through her.

It didn’t hurt. Not once. Again and again he pressed against that tender spot inside of her. Pressure, unexpected and blistering, built behind her clit. It spread like a wildfire through her body. Each grinding thrust brought her closer to completion.

She knew what it felt like to come, but never before with a man inside of her. She knew what it felt like when she rubbed her clit until she came. This was different. It bubbled up from somewhere deep within her. It didn’t start in her clit, and it wasn’t over in a few seconds.