A groan escaped, billowing up from the deepest portion of his chest.
She fondled them carefully, and with each touch, he grew harder until he was one giant, painful erection.
Laughing softly, she arched upward and tucked his c*ck between the satiny flesh at her apex. He watched in utter fascination as his length disappeared behind a shield of silky, tight curls.
She landed against him with a tight shudder, her h*ps quivering, her p**sy fluttering like a butterfly's wings.
Behind them, Micah stood, stroking his c*ck as he watched, his eyes hooded and intense. For just a moment, Nathan ignored him, wanting this moment when Julie was all his, when her pleasure was his.
He bowed upward, sending himself deeper into her depths. She gasped and reached down to brace herself on his belly. He took her hands, so small in his, and held them as she began to ride him.
Her br**sts bobbed above their joined hands. Pale blue veins ran underneath the soft brown skin rendering them delicate looking. He trailed a thumb along the underside of one breast then raised her hand with his so he could brush his knuckles over the nipple. His mouth watered with the need to taste her. It wasn't as if he hadn't had her br**sts in his mouth often enough, but he seriously doubted he'd ever grow tired of her taste, of the feel of her on his tongue. Or the way she shivered in delight when his mouth touched her.
She moaned again and arched forward, and it was then Nathan could see that Micah was touching her, his hands running the length of her back, then down again and over her hips.
Knowing his brief moment was over, Nathan scooted toward the edge of the bed so that Micah could step between his legs. As long as he didn't think too long or hard about their relative positions, he could do this. It made him damn uncomfortable, but with Julie clasped around his c*ck like a warm burst of sunshine, he could easily tune Micah out.
Julie sighed and curled her fingers tighter around her lover's hands, holding on as the second man slipped a finger into her ass, stretching gently as he prepared her for his entry.
Warm oil coated her opening, inside then out again. One finger, then two. She clamped down on the c*ck inside her p**sy, wringing a soft cry from her love. Then a condom-wrapped dick replaced the fingers at her anus, blunt and pushing inward.
Her body fought the invasion but he persisted, pushing against her natural resistance. She held her breath and pushed back, and with a gentle pop he was in.
Her entire body seized. She crushed the hands she was holding as she bucked, nearly pulling free of both cocks.
Soothing hands gripped her hips, holding her down, petting, stroking. She could almost hear their reassuring whispers floating over her skin.
Two cocks impossibly wedged into her body. So tight she could hardly breathe. It seemed more difficult this way than how they'd taken her before. More intense.
When the man at her ass carefully retreated, she bit her bottom lip, knowing what was coming. His retreat felt so damn good. A lessening of the incredible pressure that bloomed in her lower body.
Then he rippled forward, reopening her ahead of his advance.
She cried out, digging her knees into masculine hips. Again they soothed her, stroking her lightly, stilling their thrusts as they let her get used to their size.
God, it burned. Like fire in her deepest recesses. It was the single most intense sensation she'd ever experienced. If the pressure didn't dissipate soon, she was quite simply going to explode.
She wiggled and squirmed like a trapped fish, wanting them to move, to help her. She needed relief. When they still refused to accommodate her, she reached down and pinched a very firm abdomen.
A chuckle rumbled underneath her fingertips, but he wrapped his big hands around her h*ps and thrust upward. Finally.
Forgoing their lazy pace, both men surged into her body with strength that took her breath away. She knew they were big. Knew they were muscled. From what she'd been able to feel, they were incredibly built. She'd love to massage both of them. Spend a lazy afternoon seducing them with nothing more than the touch of her hands. And maybe her mouth.
A wicked grin erupted as she remembered running her mouth over Nathan again and again.
Nathan watched her lips turn up in a smile worthy of a siren. She was so incredibly expressive and passionate. The woman burned with it.
Knowing what she wanted and determined not to torment her or himself any longer, he gave himself over to the mindless ecstasy whipping like a hurricane through his belly.
"Oh," she gasped.
Micah pressed his lips to the curve of her neck, his hands sliding up her sides and to the underswells of her br**sts. He kneaded and cupped the soft mounds, pushing them outward. Nathan rested his own hands on the tops of her thighs, enjoying the smoothness of her skin as she rode him, as Micah rode her.
The sight of the three of them was erotic as hell. Now he understood some of what drove Micah. Not all certainly, because Micah was as deceptive as they came. Behind that lazy-ass smile and charming exterior lay some f**ked-up demons, of that Nathan was sure.
But he left it all behind when he loved on a woman. Nathan had to give him that.
Like rain lashing in the midst of a storm, the current arcing through his body grew stronger. Fire built and rose in his cock, pushing upward until his body screamed for mercy.
Her p**sy clenched, spasmed danced around his dick. His fingers curled into her hips, and with a hoarse cry, he let it all go.
As long as he lived, he'd never forget the sight of her on top of him, head thrown back, the red sash a vibrant splash across her eyes. Her mouth open in a soundless scream of pleasure. Beautiful. So beautiful and f**king perfect.
Micah strained against her, pushing her down onto Nathan. He caught her and supported her, stroking her like a colt in need of gentling as Micah lowered his head to rest on her shoulder.
The three were exhausted. When Micah finally pulled away, Julie sank down like a deflated balloon into Nathan's waiting arms. His c*ck still pulsed and twitched inside her, and for the moment he was content to remain connected to her in the most intimate way possible.
He tentatively touched her hair as she lay on his chest, her soft breaths blowing over his skin. How he wanted to remove that hated blindfold and look into her eyes. After tonight, he wouldn't do this again. And if he had his way, he wasn't going to be replaced with some other guy who didn't give a shit one way or another.
Chapter 19
Nathan hurriedly pulled his clothes on, and with one last look at Julie, he left the room behind Micah. The halls were mostly quiet, only the faint sounds coming from the common room filtered down the passageway to where they stood.
"I need to talk to you," Nathan said in a low voice.
"Come downstairs. We can go into Damon s office and have a drink. He won't care.''
Nathan followed him down and through the living room where many people mingled over drinks and appetizers. He didn't see them, though. His thoughts were consumed with Julie and what he needed to tell Micah.
"You seem more bothered tonight," Micah said after he closed the door to the office behind them.
Nathan dragged a hand over his scalp and cupped the back of his head with his palm. "I can't do this again, man."
"Okay," Micah said calmly.
He opened and closed several cabinet doors before finally dragging out a bottle.
"Damon's shit is all too refined," Micah said in disgust. "The man doesn't believe in having a fridge full of beer on hand."
Nathan gave a half-laugh and waited as Micah poured them both drinks. Glancing around at the rich furnishings, he felt vaguely uncomfortable, like an interloper.
Micah handed him a glass. "Have a seat."
Nathan sank into one of the leather seats and had to suppress a sigh of appreciation. He was boneless after the last few hours with Julie. All he really wanted to do was go hunt her down and lay down with her for the next forty-eight hours or so. Sex was entirely optional. He wanted to sleep with her curled in his arms, her sweet body pressed to him in all the right places.
"Now what's bothering you?" Micah asked curiously.
Nathan grimaced and set his drink down on his knee, his hand curled cautiously around it to keep from spilling it on his pants.
"I'm going to come clean with Julie."
Micah arched a brow. "Uh-oh."
Nathan shook his head. "I should have been up-front with her from the beginning. This was a stupid idea and it can only come back to bite me on the ass."
"So if she wants another threesome, you're out?"
"Yeah. I'm not coming here again, and I'm hoping to hell she won't either. I don't like the idea of her being passed around like some piece of meat no one gives a f**k about. She's better than that."
Micah blew out his breath. "Okay, you know I don't agree with your assessment that her being here equates to her being treated like some whore or that the men here wouldn't treat her well. I respect your feelings on the subject, but I don't agree with them. That said, this is your gig, man. I'm only along for the ride. At your request, I might add."
"Yeah, I know. Look, this isn't about me being pissed at you or even Damon. It just doesn't feel right. I care about Julie, and it occurred to me that being here f**king her while she's blindfolded isn't the best way to start a relationship."
Micah snickered. "Bet your mama never accused you of being very bright."
Nathan flipped him the bird. Then he grew more serious. "I f**ked up, Micah. This was a stupid idea, one I didn't think through. If I have my way, Julie and I will be seeing a lot more of each other, which means hanging out with our mutual friends. It's going to be awfully damn awkward once she finds out you and I both f**ked her."
Micah looked genuinely confused. "I don't get it."
"You're my friend. If Julie's my girl, getting together will be awkward, given the fact you two have f**ked."
"Ah."
Micah gave him one of those looks that suggested Nathan was still green. He hated that damn look. He continued to study Nathan for another long moment and then looked away and sighed.
"Look man, what I'm about to tell you goes no further than us. Normally I'd cut my lips off before I'd say anything about either of these women, particularly if there was any chance it would get back to them and embarrass them."
Nathan crooked an eyebrow. Leave it to Micah to get all brooding and mysterious.
"Okay, you've got my attention. Spill."
"I've slept with Faith."
Nathan's jaw dropped. "Faith? Our Faith? Little sister Faith Malone?"
Micah snorted. "If all you see is baby sister when you look at Faith, you need your equipment examined. The girl is Hot with a capital H."
Nathan stared incredulously at him. "You're serious, aren't you? When the hell did you sleep with her? Does Gray know?"
"Considering he was there, yeah."
Nathan blinked owlishly. Ooo-kay. "You mean you and him ..."
Micah nodded. "Yeah, a threesome. Right before Gray was shot and Faith was kidnapped."
"Wow, I'd have never guessed."
"Exactly."
"What are you getting at here?" Nathan asked.
"I've also seen Serena nak*d," he continued.
"That doesn't really surprise me. About Damon, I mean. He seems to have pretty relaxed standards about that sort of thing," Nathan said dryly.
Micah lifted one eyebrow and stared back at Nathan. "I think you'd be surprised. Damon doesn't share what is his. He's pretty damn primitive when it comes to Serena. It's a long story, but I saw her nak*d. Touched her even, but it wasn't sexual. I never had sex with her. I was there for a get-together, and he and Serena had a slight misunderstanding. She tried to embarrass him in front of his guests. He punished her for it."
"Whoa, he hurt her?" Nathan asked aghast.
Micah scowled. "Do you think I'd have any part in hurting a woman? Ever? That's not what their relationship is about. I don't expect you to understand it. That's not what I'm getting at anyway."
"What are you getting at then?"
"The point is, I see both women all the time. There isn't any awkwardness because none of us has any reason to be embarrassed or ashamed. Julie is a cool customer. I don't think much would make her tuck tail and run. She might twist your balls up for f**king her on the sly, but if you and her keep seeing one another, you aren't going to have to worry about me and her acting like fourth graders around each other."
"You know how to get to the heart of the matter, don't you," Nathan murmured.
"I understand your reluctance to keep doing it this way," Micah said as he stared down into his drink. "If she was my woman, I wouldn't be hip on her f**king another guy, unless it was at my instigation."
Nathan cocked his head then shook it. "I guess it's just not the turn-on for me that it is for you. It's hot in a p*rn kind of way but it makes me all itchy and knots me up inside to see another man's hands on her body. I've done it her way. I've given her the fantasy she wanted. But now it's time to do things my way for a while."
Micah chuckled. "Let me know how that works for you. Julie doesn't seem like the type of woman you can easily bring to heel."