TogetherinCyn (12 page)

“Only because you guys are here,” I confessed as Chris
rolled on a condom and added a liberal amount of lube before lying back.

Jared stalked closer, stealing a kiss. He lifted me onto the
table. I straddled Chris’ body but faced Jared, who stood between his brother’s
legs.

“Have to get…inside you,” Chris confessed. I gasped when he
lifted me and pushed inside. Something close to a howl came from his mouth. He
crammed his rod inside my rear for several penetrating strokes and then
stopped. Jared helped guide me onto Chris’ torso and pushed my legs wide.

“Your pussy’s so empty, baby,” Jared said. “I’ve gotta taste
you first.” He buried his tongue in my sex then flicked my clit, circling it
several times. He stood and smeared his cock in my pussy juice with a growl.
“Tell me you want it.” He spread my wetness along his dick and placed the head
against my clenching sex. “Tell me how bad you want us to fuck you.”

“Yours.” Over and over, I repeated it. Chris twitched inside
my rear when he moved underneath me. My head fell back on his shoulder and he
spread my legs farther apart for Jared. “I want you to own me. I want to
remember how it feels every time I sit or walk or stand. I want to feel you both
everywhere.”

Jared pinched my nipples as he surged forward into my body.
I shrieked when he hit bottom then dragged himself out past my nerve-laden
tissues. I clutched at his wrists as he worked the rest of my body into a
frenzy of unfulfilled lust. When he pulled free, Chris shallowly pumped his
hips up and his cock forced my muscles open again before they could close
around him.

Fast or slow, they deliberately varied the pace and kept me
right on the verge of coming. An eternity of sweet anticipation stretched out
before me. I’d be right there, begging them to let me come, and they’d switch.
Jared moved his hands from my breasts to my inner thighs, almost getting to my
clit but never close enough. Chris squeezed my breasts then teased me lower
until I could feel his warmth on the top of my pussy but never right where I
needed him to be.

I didn’t lie there. I rode their cocks.

Jared plunged inside then Chris forced his way through my
tight rear, and I strained to meet them both. I held on to Chris, who supported
me.

“Oh God, oh God,” I chanted, peering up at Jared. His hair
shielded his eyes but the possessive hold on my waist kept us connected on
every stroke. Chris fondled one of my breasts and plucked at my engorged clit,
he and his brother filling me simultaneously.

“Fuck, I’m coming!” I shouted. Every muscle imploded in
Chris’ arms. I screamed as wave after wave of pure rapture flooded my body and
my pussy rhythmically milked both cocks.

My pelvis bucked between them. My back arched until only my
shoulders dug into Chris’ chest.

Jared sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, pumped a few
more times and groaned as he emptied himself in my spasming pussy. His lips
found mine in a frenzy.

Years, I had waited for this.

My mind lay open and completely still, steeped in a pleasure
I had never experienced before. Sex with someone you loved made all the
difference.

Chris continued to fill my quivering hole and stiffened as
he released into the condom he wore. I seized his hair when he continued to
strum my clit.

“One more, Cyn. I want another one.” Chris’ characteristic
calm disappeared. “I fucking need to feel you squeeze my dick again. Now!” he
shouted. He squeezed to expose my clit, forcing it to peek out. He raised his
other hand over my mound and spanked it.

“Help me, please, I’m…”

He slapped the top of my pussy again, sparking another
orgasm.

My first release shouldn’t have been called an orgasm. Not
compared to the second one.

I cried out to them both as their dicks twitched inside my
openings. They moaned as I clamped onto them again. My words made no sense.
Words, feelings, praise for these two men, spilled from my sexually awakened
mind.

My body stood in a riptide so rough I would never be the
same and then it was yanked underneath to the weightlessness of the calm below
the surface.

A warm charge of excitement rushed under my skin. Something
profound dawned as if I’d been blind and had seen the sun for the first time.

There was no protecting my heart from these men. They
already owned it and I’d been lying to myself for years. They were the only
people who could make me feel this good.

This worthy.

Making love was supposed to be like this. Sex with love
surrounding it. Permeating every instant of our bodies being together.

All three of us continued to heave and twitch. Chris removed
my hand from his hair and laced his fingers with mine. He brought them down
next to Jared’s fists, which were positioned on the table’s edge. Damn, if I
didn’t love being a sacrifice laid out on their table.

Jared leaned against it, still trying to catch his breath,
and announced, “Damn, blondie. You are so fucking hot.”

I smiled and trembled as he slid from my body. Shivers of
pleasure worked up my spine. My mouth opened on a soundless gasp as Chris
pulled free as well.

They helped me off the table until I stood on shaky legs. On
the other side, Kyle was draped across Scott’s chest while Scott stroked his
hair. Both men looked rode hard and put up wet. Those men changed me tonight
and I wanted to say thank you but honestly didn’t know if I could.

I was on the verge of tears. Emotion and my legs threatened
to give out if another aftershock racked my needy insides.

Did every sub feel like this? Or did I feel stronger about
it because it was my first time with men I loved? Would these feelings of awe
fade away?

I wouldn’t let it. I’d fight for this. For us, if there was
an us…

Chris wrapped his arms around me so I gently ran my hands
along his torso and up his back. The scars were still there, stripes of painful
memories raised like Braille, but I didn’t know how to read them.

I wanted to ask about them but he let me go when Jared came
back wearing a black terrycloth robe and holding two more. Jared helped me into
mine as Chris stalked into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

Jared tied my robe and when Chris got close enough, I
couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“I love you both.” I glanced first to Chris then to Jared,
who watched with a wide grin. “But you guys already knew that, didn’t you?”

“We read it in your diary,” Jared admitted. “But hearing you
say it…I mean, say it like you mean it, damn. It’s different.”

“And I mean it. I love you and I want this to work. All of
this.”

“We want to make them come true. Your fantasies.” Jared
kissed me. “I’ve loved you for years. And not as just a friend,” he added when
I raised an eyebrow. “We’ve known you for forever but it feels like we just met
you
for the first time.”

Chris remained quiet, fully under control.

My pussy clenched and I remembered the smack to my clit
earlier. “I feel like I’ve been on a diet my entire life and today I’m standing
in front of the world’s biggest buffet. I can’t stop craving you.” I moved
closer and bit Chris on the part of his pectoral exposed by the V of the robe.

He lifted my chin until I was level with his mouth. “Say it
again.”

“I want you.”

He towered over me. “Not that.” He searched my eyes for
something…

“I love you.”

His shoulders vibrated with tension. It arced into me and
for an instant I held my breath, waiting for him to kiss me. To take me.
Without him saying anything, I decided he had to stop holding back.

I wanted to tell him it was okay. That I was his to command.
But he moved away, closed his eyes briefly and wrestled his emotions back under
the façade he always wore.

He was hiding from me and it hurt. His withdrawal felt more
like a rejection than him not telling me he loved me. Whether he meant it or
not, it was a slap in the face. It tarnished what could develop among the three
of us.

Maybe I was thinking too much. Or wanted his love so badly I
was seeing things tonight that weren’t truly there. For both our sakes, I’d
drop it but I wouldn’t completely let either of them off the hook.

“Umm…can I ask something?”

Chris ran his thumb across my kiss-swollen bottom lip.
“Anything.”

“Why didn’t you restrain me? Scott and Kyle holding me…it
was intense but I never forgot I was safe—because you were there. I’m
not…comfortable being tied up. Being completely helpless. But with you two…
Maybe I could try. How did you know not to push?”

His jaw flexed. Maybe he wasn’t under control as much as he
wanted me to believe. “From what we read in your diary, especially after the
missing pages, tying you up would be a mistake tonight. You’d also written
about wanting to be watched. And having a library with hundreds of books in it
has been one of your dreams for years.”

“Nick told Chris, before he left, that you have a fear of
restraints. He confirmed what we’d already suspected and that told us how much
to push.” Jared kissed my neck. “But we do want to tie you up, baby. Not
tonight but sooner than you think. I’ll have you chained to a cross, begging us
to fuck you.”

I kept quiet as he kissed me again…but Chris watched me.
Somehow he was putting the pieces together. I gave my attention to Jared.

“I sent Jackson out to get your overnight bag and to take it
upstairs.”

“So are we staying here instead of going home?”

“Yes. Many nights to come, I hope. I’m not done with you
tonight. Not by a long shot,” Chris answered, unhooking my cuffs.

Jared gathered my clothes and shoes and placed them on the
table with the cuffs. He held my hand and squeezed it.

I glanced over to the couch one last time before we left.
Both men stared at me. Their sinful smiles should have come with a warning
label.
Thank you
, I mouthed.

Scott nodded while Kyle continued to smile. You could spot
their happiness from a mile away.

The bare floor was cold against my feet as we stepped into
the hall. Someone disappeared around a corner.

“We’ve got people watching every inch of this place,” Jared
stated. “We want the members to feel safe and secure as they indulge in their
wildest fantasies. We have some off-duty cops who are members and some on
payroll in various positions. Bartenders, bouncers, etcetera.”

My mind was sluggish as we rode the elevator and it dawned
on me that the people we passed didn’t gawk or whisper. They acknowledged us in
a friendly manner I hadn’t expected. Nick nodded in our direction. I was going
to need some rest and a protein bar before I could tackle that grouchy man
again.

We stepped onto their private floor. In no time, they
unlocked the door to their suite.

Chris led me through their living room, which was filled
with more brown-leather furniture. A wall made entirely of windows viewed the
front grounds. The bathroom was fit for a queen, with a shower big enough for
three. Which was good because Chris threw off my robe and they both got naked
and ushered me inside. The water came out of jets in the wall and ceiling at
the push of a button. My body heated as we showered together.

Fantasies. I couldn’t stop thinking of the fantasies I’d
experienced in the last day. My former life felt like a dash. A pregnant pause
leading up to something great.

These men. They were my great. Always had been. I wanted to
be everything to them but what if they didn’t want exclusivity with me?

Oh God…

What if they wanted to have sex with other women in the
club?

“Did you ever hire someone for whatever position you were
interviewing for? You know, all the hoochies?” I asked.

“We were hoping to give one more interview, so we haven’t
hired anyone yet,” Chris answered as they fished me out of the shower way too
quickly. “We’ve been holding out for the person we really want.”

I wanted to explore their bodies but I couldn’t shake the
feeling my past still hung over my head like a dark cloud. Remembering what
happened in my ex-boyfriend’s apartment filled me with dread and I wanted to
climb back in the shower to get clean.

They dried me off and wrapped me in a towel. I tried to act
normal. “What’s the job?” I asked. Why my past had chosen now to rear its ugly
head, I had no idea, but I didn’t want to jeopardize tonight and everything
we’d shared. I tried to get it under control.

“A CPA, but we also need someone discreet and preferably
someone with a vested interest in this place. Perhaps a member, someone who
believes in what we’re doing and can help Jenna as well.”

“I’m sure there are lots of people who could do a good job
for you. I could ask a few friends.”

They led me into a sizeable suite with black-metal furniture
and dark-gray carpet like in the other sections of the apartment. Jared pulled
the now-damp towel from my body and helped me onto the king-size bed that
dominated the room. Chris climbed on and when the pillows shifted I noticed
restraints attached to rings in the bed frame.

My stomach heaved.

“We don’t want anyone but you,” Chris confessed.

His admission grabbed me and allowed me to shove my fear
into a far corner of my mind. He tucked my body beneath his in the center of
the bed. I grabbed for him but he flipped me onto my stomach. I tried to push
myself up but he laced his fingers with mine and held them above my head. He
pushed my legs open, crowded in close and sank inside. The protest over
position died on my tongue.

He couldn’t be any closer physically. He pumped inside my
slick channel but somehow he kept me at arm’s length. I wrapped the tops of my
feet over his calves and clutched his fingers tightly with my own.

Jared lay on the bed next to me, watching me, stroking his
dick as it stiffened.