Declan’s gaze narrowed as he studied her expression, and she rolled her eyes to lighten the mood because she no longer wanted to discuss anything but what she’d come to The Players Club for. “You said we weren’t done tonight,” she reminded him, turning bold and brazen as she wiggled her backside against his groin. “And with this huge toy still in my ass, I think I’m plenty stretched and ready to take you both.”
Declan’s hazel eyes darkened as he threaded his fingers through her hair and twisted the strands tight against her scalp, while his other hand slid back beneath the covers and between her legs. Without warning, he tunneled two fingers inside her slick channel, rough and deep enough that her internal muscles clenched against the unexpected invasion. Her lips parted on a startled gasp as he worked a third finger inside her, pushing past her body’s initial resistance without hesitation.
His thumb flicked across her clit, the dominant look in his eyes making her hotter, wetter against his hand. “Trust me, kitten, you’re not ready, but we’re going to make it work, and you’re going to scream from the initial pain of taking two thick cocks at once and then scream again from the exquisite pleasure of being fucked in both places as that burning, stretching sensation turns into sweet, blissful ecstasy.”
She shivered and moaned, her lashes falling half-mast, her entire body already softening around his thrusting fingers, craving the depraved scenario he’d just painted in her mind. “I want that,” she whispered shamelessly. “Please.”
“Fuck,” he said on a harsh exhale of breath, as if his own restraint was about ready to snap and he was on the verge of turning into a savage on her—which she wouldn’t have minded one bit.
Rick cleared his throat, loudly, reminding them that he was still in the room, too. “Shall we move things to the bed, where we’ll all be more comfortable?” he suggested, his voice more lighthearted than the intense moment between Summer and Declan. “Before you end up fucking her on that couch without me?”
Declan closed his eyes for a moment, seemingly composing himself as he removed his hand from between Summer’s legs, while Rick stood from his chair and headed in the direction of the bed. He settled on top of the covers with his back slightly propped up against the headboard and waited for them to join him.
With Declan’s help, Summer got to her feet, and she let the blanket drop to the floor, watching as Declan stood, too. With his boxer briefs gone, she took in the way the stiff length of his cock curved up toward his belly, a good seven inches. Feeling naughty, she reached out to touch him, but before she could curl her fingers around all that masculinity, he gently smacked the back of her hand, startling her enough that she jerked her arm back.
“Jesus Christ,” he said through clenched teeth. “If you so much as touch me right now, I’m going to fucking lose it. And the next time I come, it’s going to be as deep as I can get inside of you.”
With that proclamation, he pressed his palm to the base of her spine and ushered her across the room. When they reached the mattress where Rick reclined, she realized that he’d shucked his own underwear. Her first thought when she glimpsed his erection, which he’d already sheathed in a condom and stroked in his hand, was that he was as endowed as Declan. Her pulse sped up a few notches as the first bit of trepidation trickled through her. Yeah, screaming was going to be a very big possibility.
Declan removed the straps around her thighs, and she automatically lifted her hands so he could unbuckle the wrist cuffs, too.
He shook his head, his expression suddenly stern. “Those are staying on. Get on the bed and straddle Rick’s lap so you can ride his cock.”
Summer did as Declan ordered, positioning her knees on either side of Rick’s hips so that she was poised right above his straining shaft, and waited for her next order.
“Give me your hands,” Declan said.
She immediately complied, watching as he stretched her arms out and latched the chain on the wrist cuffs to one of the decorative iron swirls that made up the headboard. Unable to move her arms very far, she was yet again under both their command. Anticipation coiled low and deep in her belly.
“Umm, I like this view very much,” Rick murmured from beneath her as he squeezed her breasts together, licking and sucking each nipple before biting one hard enough to make her moan as another surge of pleasure zinged its way down to her sex.
Rick released her breasts, and with a sinful grin, he reached down between them and rubbed the smooth tip of his cock along her swollen, sensitive folds before lodging the head right at her entrance. His hands settled on her waist, sliding her down onto him a few notches, and she bit her bottom lip, shocked by the unbelievably snug fit with the anal plug still in place.
She looked down, her hair falling around her face as she met Rick’s heated, hungry gaze. “Ready to take all of me, sweetheart?”
She swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes.”
His fingers slid lower, gripping her hips as he pulled her down in one unrelenting motion that forced her to take every inch of his cock and he’d buried himself inside her to the hilt. He exhaled on a rumbling groan at the same time a shudder rolled down her spine, reawakening all those nerve endings between her legs she thought had been sated by two orgasms but were tingling to life again.
“Fuck me,” Rick ordered gruffly.
Shamelessly, she arched her back and moved on top of him, riding Rick’s cock and grinding down on his shaft while he drove his hips upward in counterpoint, pushing impossibly deep, again and again. Hips undulating, she tossed her head back as she rubbed her clit against his pubic bone, mindlessly chasing the orgasm building up under that tight knot of flesh until she was close to making herself explode.
A soft, needy moan slipped past her lips, which quickly turned into a startled yelp when Declan, who’d been standing by the side of the bed, struck her ass with the crop—two consecutive stinging swats that immediately distracted her from her impending orgasm. Her body jolted in shock, and Rick released a hiss of breath as her inner muscles reflexively squeezed around him.
When she turned her head to look at Declan, satisfaction passed across his dark features. “No coming until we’re all together.”
“He’s so fucking bossy,” Rick said, his own voice a combination of frustration and teasing. “Don’t feel bad, sweetheart. With that plug in your ass, you feel so damn good and tight around my dick I could come right now, too.”
The fierce growl that erupted from Declan’s throat sounded almost violent. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Tossing the crop aside, Declan moved up onto the bed behind Summer. She heard the rip of a foil packet as he retrieved a condom, then sucked in a surprised gasp as he removed the anal toy and poured cool, slick lubricant in its place. The moment he fitted his cock at her back entrance, her hands tightened around the iron rungs of the headboard, and her entire body instinctively tensed up, rebuffing the foreign pressure there.
He gently stroked a hand down her back in a soothing caress. “I promise I’ll work my way in slowly, but I need you to relax and breathe,” he said in a coaxing murmur.
She tried her best to comply but couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped past her lips as he began advancing his way inside her in a deliberate, steady push that burned like fire as he attempted to ease past that tight ring of muscles.