The Naughty List (12 page)

A stream of incoherent pleas tumbled from Lacey. He knew she was on the brink of coming and desperate for him to push her over the edge. A twinge of guilt shuttled through him at not giving in to her, but his end goal wasn’t a fast, merciful orgasm. When she came, it’d be like nothing she’d experienced. So fucking good, there’d be no lingering question in her mind about if this threesome would work. Her head might resist, but her body would see to it that it wouldn’t be for long.

Spearing his tongue into her pussy, he fucked her with shallow lashes before probing deeper. Lacey’s sobs intensified and her inner channel rippled around him. Her juices coated his mouth, ran down his chin. He slipped his tongue from her and flattened it, plowing through her soaked cleft and along her perineum. When he swirled over her asshole, she bucked in the harness.

“Ry, oh
God
.”

He continued lapping at her rosebud, priming himself as much as her. There was no way his cock wasn’t getting inside this sweet ass tonight. Judging from Lacey’s response to his oral devotion, she wouldn’t be likely to tell him no. Lifting his head, he glanced toward her face, his focus roving along her straining body. The crisscrossing straps of the harness plumped her breasts. Her nipples were two firm, erect peaks capping the creamy, generous mounds.

She was as tempting as a candy store fully stocked with every single one of his most favorite treats. He wanted to sample all the delights she had to offer, over and over until he was thoroughly glutted on her. He glanced sideways and noticed Bram’s hooded gaze was glued to Lacey’s pussy. His fist was squeezing the base of his cock, trying to keep it from blowing. Ry nodded toward the collection of condoms waiting on the table before ducking beneath Lacey’s outstretched leg. After kissing her hip, he stood beside her, drinking in the delicious sight she made. “Do you have any idea how damn sexy you are, baby?”

Snagging her lip between her teeth, she shook her head, making her blonde curtain of hair swish from side to side. Her cheeks pinkened. “Sorry, I mean no.”

It made him ridiculously pleased that she’d remembered his admonishment about using words rather than gestures. “You are.” He skated his palm over her skin, loving the contrast of its silky smoothness compared to the rougher surface of the harness. His fingertips coasted across her nipples just as Bram settled between her legs and began eating her out. The visual was almost too much for Ry to take. Smothering a groan, he left Lacey and went to fetch a condom and a bottle of lube. As he was about to pivot, his eye caught the bulbous-shaped butt plug sitting nearby. Bram hadn’t mentioned he’d purchased one.

Mentally sending himself a note to thank Bram for his foresight, Ry swiped the plug too and returned to Lacey. He dropped the lube and condom packet on the floor but held on to the plug as he bent down and flicked Lacey’s nipple softly with his tongue before sucking the distended nub into his mouth. She trembled, a broken gasp springing past her lips. He shot a look toward Bram. “No letting her come yet.”

Bram gave a wet, muffled response that Ry took to be an affirmative. Ry plucked at Lacey’s damp nipple. “Anal is on your list. Have you done it before?”

She licked her lips, her throat working with a swallow. “No.”

A primal satisfaction surged through him. The notion that no man had claimed her anal cherry made him all the more determined to be the one to do it. “I want to be your first, baby. Tonight. Are you okay with that?”

She hesitated for a moment. “Yes.”

He rubbed his jaw over her breast, relishing the sexy noises she made when his beard scruff tickled her nipple. “I’m going to make it good for you. I promise you won’t regret giving me this gift.” He placed the plug on her belly so that she would feel it. “I’m going to get you ready for me by using this. While your ass is stretching to accommodate it, I want you to pretend it’s my cock filling you. All right?”

She gulped. “Okay.” Her voice sounded thin and reedy. He glanced toward Bram, making sure he was keeping his word about not making her come. Bram had stopped licking her and was now using two fingers buried knuckles-deep in her pussy to keep her on the edge.

Ry grabbed the bottle of lube and snatched the plug from its perch on Lacey’s stomach. He greased up the device and scooted next to Bram. They both watched, entranced, as Ry squirted a dollop of the lube into Lacey’s ass and worked the gel inside with his thumb. A strangled noise came from Lacey, and he immediately stopped. “Am I hurting you?”

“No.
God
. I-It feels…amazing.” She shivered.

He removed his thumb and eased the head of the plug in slowly. The resistant ring of muscle protested invasion, but finally he managed to seat the entire plug inside of her. He stared at Lacey stretched so enticingly before him, ass stuffed with a dildo and her pussy hugging Bram’s fingers. His cock felt like it was going to explode.

Bram gave a tortured moan. “Fuck.
Must
fuck.”

Ry would have chuckled if he weren’t thinking the same exact damn thing. He slapped the discarded condom into Bram’s hand before hefting to his feet and moving toward the front of the cage. Bending, he snagged the other condom and palmed it. He cupped Lacey’s cheek, stroking her as Bram positioned himself between her thighs.

The twin groans that fell from Bram and Lacey as he entered her tightened Ry’s balls. Bram withdrew slightly before sinking in again. And again. The slick sound of their lovemaking was the most erotic thing Ry had ever heard. And the look of pure ecstasy on Bram’s face almost made him jealous that he wasn’t the one pumping in and out of Lacey.

“How does she feel?”

“Fucking amazing.” Gripping the straps that supported Lacey’s hips and thighs, Bram peered down, his focus glued to where he and Lacey were joined. “All I can feel is wet, snug pussy. So good.”

Ry brushed the hair away from Lacey’s perspiring forehead. “Tell me what you’re feeling, baby.”

“Bram’s cock. Gliding in me.” She shuddered, her body pulling tight. “I don’t think anyone’s ever been in me this deep before.”

I will be. Soon.
Ry leaned forward and caressed her breast. “Are you concentrating on the plug in your ass, imagining it’s my cock?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good.” He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She kissed the base of his cock before sweeping her tongue along his balls. The sensation made his gut clench and his knees unsteady. Repositioning himself, he gripped his dick and fed her the head. She sucked him in, using her throat muscles to draw him in deeper. Glancing up, he saw that Bram was staring at them. In addition to his glassy-eyed look, the sweat pouring off Bram hinted that he wouldn’t last too much longer. Ry fucked Lacey’s mouth with two long, luxurious strokes before easing free and untying her arms. While Bram worked the restraints from her ankles, Ry rubbed the circulation back into her hands, pressing a kiss to both her wrists. “I’m going to sit you up now, okay? Be ready for it.” He released the pulley that kept her suspended on her back, and she straightened with a gasp.

Bram caught her around the hips, keeping her anchored on his cock. Her arms and legs twined around Bram as he kissed her like a starved man. Ry ripped open the condom packet, his body screaming with the need to fuck Lacey, mark her in some primal way as his. Moving with more determination than grace, he sheathed himself and generously coated his dick with lube. He removed the plug from her ass and nudged his cock inside her, easily stroking deep with one thrust.

Lacey cried out, the ecstatic tremble in the sound verifying that it’d been produced by pleasure rather than pain. His vision hazed and his heart pounded. He cupped her breasts, her nipples straining between his fingers as he fucked her with a raw intensity that blindsided him. He bit the side of her neck and soothed the sting with his tongue. Through the thin membrane dividing Lacey’s ass from her pussy, he detected the hard ridge of Bram’s cock tunneling into her with equal passion.

Lacey freed one arm from Bram and reached behind her to clasp Ry’s hip. “Don’t stop,” she gasped. “
Please
don’t stop.”

Bram’s agonized features looked like they’d been chiseled from stone. Ry figured his must not be much better. Still, they somehow obeyed her wishes, alternating their strokes so that she was constantly filled. Their rhythm became an unconscious thing—a matching tempo, a syncopated heartbeat. Lacey’s fingers dug into Ry’s flank, slipping in the sweat he’d built up. He was so tuned to Lacey that he knew the exact moment the orgasm welled within her, even before she verbalized it.

“Oh God, I’m coming.”

He pumped deeper, fucking her in short, determined strokes. “Do it, baby. Milk our cocks with your ass and pussy.”

Her entire body tensed before bowing into a tight arch. The keening cry that tore from her, along with the way her inner muscles clamped around Ry, sent him over the cliff. He roared, the come jetting from him in fierce spurts, flooding the condom. In that moment, he despised the thin covering of latex that separated him from Lacey, wanting to fill her with his seed. He continued hugging her as Bram’s eyes rolled back in his head and his hips jerked, coming with them.

A sense of connection washed over Ry, almost more amazing and fulfilling than his climax. Everything was right. Perfect. The only woman he’d truly wanted, ever loved, was in his arms, sandwiched between him and his best friend—someone who knew all too well exactly what Ry was feeling.

He wondered if it should be illegal to be this happy. Probably. Sliding a kiss along her temple, he gently pulled his cock from her ass and crossed to the wastebasket to dispose of the condom, his legs still shaking from the freight-train force of his orgasm. By the time Ry returned to Lacey, Bram had recovered enough to settle Lacey on her feet and remove her blindfold.

Her body quivering with aftershocks, Lacey blinked at them and offered a grin loaded with sexual satiation. She tugged the straps securing her in the harness. “Wow, all I’ve got to say is…where the hell can I buy one of these?”

Chapter Ten

It was near impossible to act casual and normal during the employee Christmas party when less than twenty-four hours ago she’d been getting double penetrated by the two men standing beside her. In a
swing
, for God’s sake.

Okay, she wasn’t completely certain if that detail somehow made her more depraved. The fact that she’d loved the hell out of it? Yeah, probably.

Butterflies dancing around in her belly, she watched Donna call up the next staff member for the Secret Santa exchange. This part of the festivities was strictly for the employees. She, Ry and Bram had already passed out everyone’s bonus checks, something that was likely more welcome and useful than a ten-dollar-or-under gift.

Ry’s cell phone suddenly buzzed, and he glanced down at it. “Shit, it’s my uncle. I better go take this.”

While Ry ducked out of the room, Bram settled his hand on her shoulder and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “So what item do you want to mark off tonight?”

She knew that even if anyone had overheard him, the question would sound completely innocent. Which would make the blush that was no doubt riding her cheeks seem strange and uncalled for. She cleared her throat quietly. “None. I already made plans with your sister.”

His fingers brushed her nape, tickling the fine hairs there and making goose bumps crop along her skin. “You could cancel them. She’d understand.”

She snorted. “Please, this is Jana we’re talking about. Besides, that would be rude. And my life doesn’t revolve around you and Ry, you know.”

Bram chuckled, apparently not concerned by her testiness. “Ah, darlin’. Seemed like you were revolving between us just fine last night.”

He would have to bring that up. Biting her lip, she resisted the urge to press her legs together when her clit throbbed in response to his smoky words. She hadn’t entirely been joking when she’d mentioned buying one of those harness swings. The experience they’d given her in it last night? Talk about out of this world. Of course, it might be a little difficult—not to mention awkward—explaining its function if her parents were to accidentally see it. Somehow she doubted they’d believe her if she said it was a plant stand.

“Earth to Lacey.”

She snapped out of her mental musings and peered up at Bram again. “Hmm?”

“I asked where you and Jana are going tonight.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Nice try. If I tell you, you and Ry will just decide to barge in on us.”

Bram tried for an innocent look. “Now would we ever do something so devious?”

“Yes. Hence the reason I’m not telling you jack shit.”

Ry chose that moment to rejoin them. “Not tell him what?”

She opened her mouth, but Bram beat her to the punch. “Where my wayward sister is taking her tonight.” Bram gave an exaggerated shudder. “I bet it will involve—
gasp
—drinking. And excessive man ogling.”

“Har har, Colton. Just for that you can bite me.”

Bram waggled his eyebrows. “I would, darlin’. But you’re going out tonight. See what you’re missing out on?”

She shot a covert look around to see if anyone was paying attention to Bram’s overt flirting. Not that it was so unusual. Except he was doing it with
her
. Something that definitely hadn’t occurred before they started sleeping together. She was gratified to notice that everyone’s attention was focused on the Secret Santa exchange. Ry suddenly cleared his throat. Twice. She glanced in his direction and became ensnared in his penetrating gaze. “What?”

“I think the three of us need to have a powwow in your office.”

“Right
now
? But the party—”

“Will continue without us,” Ry finished. “Besides, you know they’re all waiting for the bosses to leave so they can spike the punch bowl.” He inclined his head toward the double doors leading from the Dockside’s rear banquet room.

Taking the hint, she led the way out into the hall and to her office. Once they were inside and Bram shut the door, Ry pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Quite thoroughly. By the time he finished, her head was spinning and she was having a hard time remembering their purpose for leaving the party. Her breath ragged, she straightened the lock of hair that’d escaped the butterfly clip anchoring it and shot Ry an accusing stare. “I thought we were coming in here for a powwow, not some bow chicka wow wow.”