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Authors: Lacey Thorn

Tags: #Multiple Partner BDSM Erotic Romance

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Her hands dropped his tie and wrapped around his head, her fingers weaving through his thick hair and burying there. She held him to her, losing herself in his kiss and wondering why their clothes weren’t igniting under the heat they created. He ate at her mouth, and she returned the favor. His hands flexed on her ass, squeezing and fondling the globes, and one hand dipped to rub across the gusset of her panties.

She could hear the keening cries leaving her mouth and had no desire to temper them. It was almost comical, to be dry humping in the middle of the kitchen with dinner warm in the oven and the makings of a salad around them. But there was nothing funny about the need burning in her, and so obviously in him as well.

She moaned when he broke away from their kiss, turning to trail her lips down his jaw and along the column of his neck, licking and sucking at his skin. The first thing she noticed was the tension in him when he’d just been starting to relax, to melt against her. The second thing she noticed was that someone was clearing his throat, and it wasn’t Spencer.

“Are we interrupting?” Beck’s grin was wicked when she finally lifted her head and glanced back. He and Asher stood there. She’d never heard them come in. Doubted if Spencer had either.

“He was just warming up dinner,” she offered.

Both their gazes dropped, and she was thankful she’d worn such a great pair of panties. Low across her hips so the dimples in her lower back showed. But short enough that her lower checks peeked from the bottom. They were black silk and sexy as hell. What would they think when they saw the matching demi-bra?

“I had no idea we were eating such an exotic feast,” Asher said, moving over and letting his hand trace along the seam of her ass. Spencer’s hands clenched on her cheeks, where he still cupped them.

“Exotic?” she asked, lifting her brow. She pushed softly against Spencer’s shoulders, and when that didn’t get his attention, she leaned in and nipped his jaw a bit harder with her teeth.

He jerked back and looked at her.

“Set me down,” she told him.

He eased her down his body, dipping until her feet touched the floor again. She turned, tugging her skirt back in place and leaned against him, facing Beck and Asher. “So the rumors are true.”

“They are,” Asher agreed.

She grinned.

“Glad to see you’re so happy about that,” Beck offered.

The oven beeped, and Spencer moved away to open it, taking the covered dish out and setting it on top of the oven pads laid on top of the glass top stove.

The smell hit her and her stomach growled.

“I guess you are hungry,” Beck observed with a laugh.

“Famished, remember?” She glided over to him and brushed the backs of her fingers over the blatant bulge in his slacks. “I’m hoping you’ll be feeding all my appetites.”

He jerked her to him and bent his head, taking possession of her mouth and every other inch of her with his kiss. They were both panting when he pulled back.

“I’m hoping you’re famished enough to keep up,” he whispered.

She glanced toward Asher, wondering if he’d be next. He stood there with an ear-to-ear grin on his face.

“I think you might be the best medicine in the world,” Asher told her.

“Medicine?” she asked. “Who’s sick?”

He shook his head. “I guess that depends on who you ask.”

She laughed at the impish look in his eyes. “I had no idea you guys were going to be this much fun.”

“So, why’d you agree?” Spencer asked the question, as he moved around the kitchen, tossing the ingredients for the salad together.

“What woman wouldn’t melt at the thought of the three of you all for herself?”

“You might be surprised,” Beck quipped.

“Her loss.” Deja offered with a shrug of her shoulders. “My turn. What made you consider me?”

“You’re beautiful,” Asher said.

“Lots of pretty women out there.”

“You’re smart,” Beck added.

“I’m sure there are some who would debate that with you.”

“You’re confident, sexy, and easy to be around.”

They all looked at Spencer as he spoke.

“Thank you,” Deja whispered, crossing the kitchen and rising on her tiptoes to place a kiss on his jaw.

“It’s the truth,” he stated matter-of-factly before moving around the bar to place the bowl of salad on the table. “Let’s eat while we talk.”

He held the chair out for her while she sat down. The table was already set for the three of them. Asher placed dishes in front of her before walking around the table to sit across from her.

Beck put a filled glass of wine in front of her before taking the seat beside her as Spencer set the lasagna on the table and took the seat on the end. It was cozy and comfortable, and she was surprised by how right it felt. She wasn’t awkward or unsure of what to say or do. She felt at ease.

“So, do you guys do this often?”

“Eat?” Beck asked. “Daily if we’re lucky. Some days are longer than others though, and we end up grabbing take-out at the office.”

She laughed as she took the bowl of salad he passed her.

“You’re the first woman we’ve all been interested in for months,” Spencer told her, and she could see the honesty reflected in his eyes.

“And you all have to agree?”

“Not always,” Asher answered for them. “In fact, Beck and I were just discussing how you’re the first woman we’ve all decided on before any of us has been with you.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Well, Spencer has had my ass in his hands at this point.”

“You had panties on,” Spencer argued.

“Barely,” Beck groaned. “And may I say what a fine ass you have.”

“Thank you.” She took a bite of salad, giving herself time to think. “So, how does this work?”

“You seem to be doing okay,” Beck said.

“I mean after dinner,” she said with a shake of her head at him. He couldn’t seem to help his joking nature. She wondered if it covered up a nervousness of his own. “The four of us. Together.”

“However you want it to,” Asher assured her. “We’ll take our cues from you.”

“I think it’s safe to say by what you walked in on that I’m more than interested in sex with the three of you. Hell, I’m one touch from orgasm now.”

“You’re not the only one,” Beck told her, while Spencer nodded in agreement.

“What about you, Asher?” He wasn’t doing much talking for the one they referred to as the smooth talker.

“Trust me, darling. I’m just a breath away myself.” He shook his head like that surprised him. “So, what would you usually be doing on a Friday night?”

She allowed the subject change. If they were going to make it through dinner before getting to the main event, they needed to talk about other things, less sexual things. “Thursday night is girls’ night. My sisters and I get together. So Friday nights are usually quiet ones spent at home. I might have take-out and grab a movie if there’s something good out. Mostly, I curl up with a good book.”

“We usually have quiet Friday nights as well,” Asher stated.

“It’s our chance to wind down after another week at the office,” Beck offered.

She took her first bite of the lasagna and almost moaned at how delicious it was.

“Told you it was the best,” Spencer offered with a smile.

She nodded in agreement. For the next few minutes, conversation took second place to eating as they all devoured the salad and lasagna. Beck topped her glass of wine twice without prompting.

“Is this why none of you are in a relationship? Or is there another reason?”

“We’ve yet to meet a woman who can handle all of us for the long haul,” Asher stated.

“Or even one who was interested in trying us for more than a night or two,” Beck added.

“And is that what you want? A woman who wants to stick around?”

“It’s definitely something we’d be interested in,” Spencer answered for them all. “What about you? Why aren’t you in a relationship?”

“I tend to pick the wrong men,” she admitted with a laugh. “The ones who want a woman to jump through hoops for them, but who refuse to do the same in return.”

“Hate people like that,” Beck agreed. “Fortunately, we have no hoops for you to jump through. A few ties, maybe a set of cuffs and a blindfold, but no hoops.”

She burst into laughter. If he thought to scare her with that, he was way off base. Deja had always had a fascination for the kinkier side of sex. “Do I get to tie you up too?”

She watched Beck’s eyes darken with lust as he nodded. “I might even let you blindfold me.”

She pushed her plate away. Her pussy was so wet she could feel it on her inner thighs. “So, what’s for dessert?” she whispered the question.

“I believe that would be you,” Beck said as he turned to her and ran his fingers down her cheek and along her shoulder.

“Nothing for me?”

“I think we might find a few things for you to sample,” he assured her. His hand finally met hers, and he stood, pulling her up with him and leading her from the table toward another part of the loft apartment.

They stopped beside the couch. It was huge and looked very comfortable. Did they mean to have sex here? Not that she wasn’t willing to, but why not a bed?

“Asher and Spencer will get the bed ready,” Beck said, as if he could read her mind. “I’ll just get you ready for us.”

His lips trailed down her neck as he tugged her shirt out of her skirt and began unbuttoning it. “I’m wondering if your bra will match those sexy, barely there panties you have on.”

She could only moan in reply as his fingers brushed against the ample curves of her breasts. His lips were painting a trail as they nipped and sucked at her skin. When the last button was released he spread her shirt wide and leaned back to look. His turn to groan as he took in the black lace of her demi-bra and the way her breasts rose out of it.

“I want to lick you from head to toe,” he groaned.

“Only if I get to return the favor,” she countered.

He smiled. “I think that can be arranged.” He tugged the shirt down her arms and off before making quick work of the side zipper on her skirt and letting it fall to her feet.

“Step out,” he ordered, and she willingly obeyed.

“Right here.” He eased her back until the ottoman met the back of her legs. “I want you here.”

She sat down and caught her breath as he went to his knees in front of her. He took one foot at a time, lifted, removed her heels, and then placed soft kisses on her arches. She was shivering by the time he was done.

“Lie back for me, Deja,” he urged her, and his hands were there to help her as she did.

She felt his lips on the inside of her knee, felt them as he kissed his way to the crease of her hip. His hot breath fanned over her, so close to where she wanted his mouth.

“Beck.” Even she could hear the plea in her voice.

He trailed his knuckles over the gusset before leaning down and placing a kiss against the wet fabric over her plump pussy lips.

“I’ve been imaging the taste of you for three weeks,” he whispered as he nuzzled his cheek against her. She felt the tug as he pulled the panties aside and revealed her wet folds. His tongue had her crying out, as he dipped it between her lips and licked his way up to her straining clit.

“I’m going to make you come,” he vowed and wrapped his lips around her.

 

Chapter Five

 

 

 

Beck felt Deja shudder as he took her clit in his mouth and sucked on it. She was sugar and spice and pure sex. Her taste was ambrosia on his tongue, and he wanted to gorge himself for hours. He skimmed one hand up over her belly to the valley between her breasts as he used the fingers of his other hand to rim her opening.

“Beck!” she cried out, and it made him feel powerful. Her pleasure was at his fingertips, literally.

He knew Asher and Spencer would be listening as they set the things out they hoped to talk her into allowing tonight. It would be up to Deja to decide just how far things went. Lube would be available if she wanted to take them all at the same time. They wouldn’t set out all their toys, not unless Deja wanted them to. But he hadn’t been teasing earlier about the cuffs and blindfold. There was more to their kink than just sharing. So much more. Would Deja be the woman who would accept it?

He thrust two fingers inside her. She was snug around him, and he pumped and scissored as he flicked over her clit with his tongue. She was coming apart under his touch. He could hear her panting for breath as she moaned and shuddered on the ottoman. It wouldn’t take much more pressure to send her over the edge, but he wasn’t ready yet. He wanted to work her a little higher before he sent her flying.

He felt her shift and glanced up her body to see her push the cups of her bra out of the way, so her fingers could pinch her swollen nipples.

“Oh, yeah,” he whispered his encouragement. “Pinch them, baby. Show me just how you like them touched.”

He continued to work his fingers, but he couldn’t lower his head from the sight of her. Deja liked a rougher touch if the way she pinched and pulled at her nipples was any indication. His cock was throbbing with the need to replace his fingers.

“Talk to me, baby,” he crooned. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your mouth on me,” she moaned.

He bent to kiss the inside of her thigh; though, he knew exactly where she wanted it.

“Beck,” she pleaded.

He nipped her with his teeth. “Tell me exactly what you want, Deja.”

“I want you to suck my clit,” she cried. “I want you to make me come.”

She arched her hips up to him and he was lost. He wrapped his lips around her and sucked hard, while he fucked her faster with his fingers

“Yes! Yes! Oh, God, yes! Beck! Beck! BECKKKKKK!” She stretched his name out as he felt her coming around him.

He jerked his fingers free and replaced them with his tongue, licking and sucking at the juice that spilled from her. Her hands gripped his head and held him to her as she pumped her hips, fucking his face as she rode out the orgasm he’d given her. She was wild, a living flame under him, and he was eager to see her reaction when they were all inside her, making her come over and over again. He had a feeling Deja might just outlast them.

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