She nodded, and when he caressed his hand over the top of her head, she nearly purred at the gentle petting. That sweet gesture only lasted a few seconds before he gripped his fingers in her hair at the nape of her neck so that he controlled her movements, and that assertive shift thrilled her. His other hand slowly stroked his rigid shaft, making her imagine all the times he’d jacked himself off while overseas . . . but tonight she wanted to be the one to give him that ultimate pleasure.
He guided her forward, and she automatically parted her lips, greeting the head of his cock with a soft, swirling lick of her tongue that tore a deep, impatient groan from his chest. Smiling to herself, she did it again, laving the flared crest before closing her lips over just the crown and sucked, aroused by the salty taste of his pre-cum leaking from the tip, along with the way his jaw clenched with lust and how he swore beneath his breath.
Rick nibbled his way up the side of her neck and gently chafed his thumbs across her sensitive nipples. “You’re teasing the beast, sweetheart,” he warned playfully in her ear, his own stiff erection prodding against her bare ass. “And you might not like the consequences.”
With playful defiance, she flicked her tongue along the underside of Declan’s shaft, more than willing to take that chance.
The man in front of her grunted at her show of insubordination. “Time to show this little vixen who’s in charge.”
Twisting her hair around his fist until she gasped at the delicious pinpoints of pain tingling across her scalp, he pushed her head down the length of his cock, until he was lodged all the way into her mouth and the head bumped against her gag reflexes. He groaned in pleasure while she made a choking sound as she tried to accommodate him. He slid back out, giving her a brief reprieve before burying his cock just as deep once again.
Rick’s hand slid up to her neck, his fingers applying a light amount of pressure against her vocal cords as his lips caressed her cheek. “Jesus, I can feel him in your throat.” His free hand slid between her legs, his fingers swiping through her wet, swollen slit, causing her body to shudder with her own renewed lust. “You’re soaked. You like sucking him off, don’t you?”
Since her mouth was full, she made an inarticulate sound, beyond aroused by both men and the whole scenario playing out. Restrained. Controlled. Dominated. She shamelessly loved it all.
“Your mouth is so damn warm and soft and wet . . . and your throat is so fucking tight,” Declan said, his voice sounding as rough as sandpaper. “Swallow around the head of my cock, kitten.”
Her heavy-lidded gaze held Declan’s as she obeyed his order, while Rick continued fingering her clit, stroking the embers of yet another orgasm smoldering just beneath the surface, gradually making it burn hotter, brighter, until she was squirming against his hand . . . so damn close.
“Don’t you dare come until he does,” Rick rasped into her ear, his harsh voice and sharp command startling her.
“I’m so fucking close,” Declan said through clenched teeth while his hips flexed harder, pushing every inch of him deeper as he fucked her throat, his gaze pleading, needing. “Tighten those sweet lips around my cock and suck me hard.”
She did as he ordered, dedicating her efforts to shattering Declan’s restraint, to being the one female he remembered when he had to leave for his next assignment. The woman he thought of when he wrapped his hand around his dick and jacked off.
Her mouth surrounded his shaft, milking him until her cheeks hollowed, giving him the rhythmic pressure he needed to combust. A hiss of breath escaped him as he swelled and pulsed against her tongue, then he tossed his head back and gave a savage shout, his entire body jerking as his hot seed filled her mouth and he lost himself in the intense pleasure of his release.
She barely had time to swallow before Rick allowed her to come, too. Another devastatingly precise stroke against her aching clit and her world exploded into a bright flare of ecstasy, disintegrating every part of her until she was utterly boneless . . . yet still wanting so much more.
Chapter Four
Barely cognizant and feeling like a rag doll, Summer felt herself being lifted from where she’d been kneeling on the floor, and in the next instant, she was swept up into Declan’s strong arms. With her hands still bound to the straps around her thighs and her body the equivalent of Jell-O, it was easy to relax into the warm male chest she was cradled against while being carried across the playroom.
Declan sat down on the couch with her in his lap, unclipping her wrist cuffs so her arms could move before taking the blanket that was draped over the back of the sofa and wrapping her up in the warm, soft fabric. A content sigh escaped her as she burrowed closer to his chest and reveled in the gentle way his hand stroked her leg beneath the covers—such a tender, soothing contrast from the beast of a man who’d just ravished her mouth in such depraved ways.
“Would you like something to drink or eat?” Declan asked, the fingers of his other hand sliding into her hair to massage her scalp.
“No, I’m good. Thank you.” She managed to lift her heavy lashes to look up at him, surprised to find an unsettled furrow on his brow—as if what they’d just done had affected him just as profoundly as it had her.
The thought made her heart race. She’d arrived at The Players Club tonight without any emotional expectations toward whoever she chose to hook up with, but there was no denying the connection she felt toward Declan in such a short period of time. Not just desire but a deeper chemistry and attraction that stirred inside her and reflected in his gaze.
She’d thought for sure any bond she might have formed when she’d agreed to the threesome would have been with Rick, whom she’d known much longer than his stepbrother. And even though Rick had made it clear that he’d wanted her just as much as Declan, it had been Declan who’d taken charge of their scene from the beginning, as well as what happened to her. He’d made the demands, not Rick.
She supposed she could write off Declan’s assertive behavior to the fact that he hadn’t been with a woman in years, but he’d been focused on her pleasure as much as his own. She’d honestly never been touched so possessively, had never been so swayed to give both her mind and body over to a man’s dominance so easily, so freely, knowing that he’d never take advantage of that trust.
She snuck a peek at Rick, who’d taken the single chair close to the couch near her and Declan, his long legs sprawled out in front of him. The lights in the room were still dimmed, but she could clearly see the thick length of his erection pressing against the front of his boxer briefs, reminding her that he’d yet to get any relief from his own arousal. There was a slight curve to his mouth as he quietly watched the two of them, along with a speculative gleam in his gaze, as if he was analyzing Declan’s attentiveness with her.
It was very oddly silent, and she wondered if they’d changed their minds about a ménage with her. “So . . . umm . . . are we done?” she asked tentatively. She might have already had two orgasms, but she still wanted to experience these two men at once.
Rick didn’t reply but instead quirked his brow at Declan as if to leave the answer to him.
“No, we aren’t done,” Declan finally replied as his hand skimmed over the curve of her hip beneath the blanket, his hot touch like a brand to her skin. “Just giving you a break before you take the two of us at the same time.”