Wicked Release (Wicked 3 3)

She heard him, but it was still hard to comprehend. She was too aroused. “Please, Lorie. I need you to touch me. Conway, can he touch me now? Take me?”

Lorie’s groan was low and long. “As if he could stop me.”

He stepped closer between her widespread thighs and cupped her face with his hands. “You’re here. You’re finally here.” He bent his head, tasting her mouth, gently at first, as if he believed she would melt away.

She spoke softly against his lips. “I’m here. I need you.”

He shuddered and his kiss deepened, until their tongues were tangled in battle, teeth nipping sharply, eager for more. His lips were addictive. She sucked the lower lip that had tempted her into her mouth and he moaned in approval, his hands sliding down her neck to caress her sensitive breasts.

When his palms scraped against her hard nipples she let go of the rope and covered them with her own, using her fingers over his to squeeze. To pinch. Yes. The sting. That was what she wanted. The sting that made the kiss sweeter, he’d said. He didn’t have to be careful with her. She could take whatever he wanted to give and more.

“Hell,” he muttered. “You do like it a little rough, don’t you, Sarah? Con is right. You’re a wild thing.”

“Yes.” She was frantic, ready to agree to anything as long as he kept touching her like that. “Fuck me, Lorie.” Her face heated at her shameless demand. “I can’t wait.”

Her triad had made her a harlot, but it didn’t matter. She’d taken him in her mouth, now she wanted to feel him deep inside her. Wanted to know that Con was behind them, watching every move. She wasn’t sure where her aggression was coming from. But time was slipping through her hands. She didn’t have much to waste.

Lorie made another sound of pained agreement before he aligned his cock between her thighs and thrust. Her wet sex was already swollen with passion, sensitive from her earlier tussle with Con. It was a tight fit. Perfect and tight.

“Sarah. Sarah, sweetheart...Mine” He pushed through until his hips were pressed against hers and they both shuddered out a moan. Lorie raised heavy lids to glance over her shoulder. “Ours, Con. She feels like ours.”

“I know.” Con’s words were soft. Thoughtful. “Claim her, Lorie. Claim our woman. Let me enjoy the show.”

His words made Sarah’s inner muscles clench around Lorie’s cock. “Oh,” he huffed out a laugh. “I think she likes it when someone’s watching. Something else we’ll have to remember for later.”

She couldn’t move her legs, couldn’t wrap them around him and pull him closer. “Don’t torture me.”

“She doesn’t like teasing,” Con said, that mischievous smile in his voice once more. “She likes to be fucked, Lorie. Well and truly taken. No holding back. Show her how much you want her.”

She watched something darken and snap in Lorie’s intense blue eyes and then she was lost, crying out again and again as every thrust of his erection filled her completely. The chair was rocking with the power of his hips, only Con’s hands on the rope; his torso burning into her back held her steady.

Lorie chanted her name like a prayer, his gaze wild, eyes dilated. Her beautiful fallen angel. Hers. Completely. His magic enfolded her and with it his sense of knowledge that this was real. This was right where she needed to be.

Something shifted behind her, and before she knew what was happening, she felt Con’s lips on the cheeks he’d just spanked. His teeth scraped along one curve before his tongue came out to stroke the next. He was letting Lorie’s thrusts rock her against his face, his hands holding her hips steady as he licked the seam of her—“Conway?”

Lorie’s movements didn’t slow, but he smiled. Did he know what Con was doing? “I knew he couldn’t stay away. It’s not in his nature not to have at least one finger in the pie.”

She felt Con’s breath as he chuckled against her skin. “Finger, tongue…” he mumbled. “What’s the difference?”

Using his thick fingers to spread her cheeks wide, he licked her…there. Oh heaven forgive her. How could that feel so right and so forbidden all at once?

As Lorie’s long, hard erection filled her sex, Con pressed his tongue inside. His growls of pleasure told her he was enjoying her reaction, her squirming. When she moved too much, upset the rhythm he and Lorie had silently agreed on, she received a spank on her hip or high on one cheek of her bottom in punishment.

Sarah felt the world spin away, felt her body was breaking into a thousand pieces, about to explode into the sun. She was almost there. One more lick. One more stroke.

And she was flying. Soaring and alive.

Whole.

She heard her own hoarse cries of completion still echoing in her ears as Lorie gave himself up to the pleasure of release. She thought she might have heard him say he loved her, but she wasn’t sure. Her body hadn’t returned yet. Her mind may never be the same.

She was falling in and out of consciousness when she realized they were untying her and lifting her out of the chair. When had they moved? She looked confused and Con pushed her hair away from her forehead with a smile. “Still with us, babe?”

Sarah hesitated. “I think so.”

“Go over to the bed and we’ll get you a washcloth and some water.” She glanced down and noticed his thick hardness pressed against his stomach. His expression was rueful. “Plenty of time for that. We have to see to you first.”

He followed Lorie into the bathroom and Sarah wobbled a bit before turning and heading toward the bed.