She blinked up at Xander, and the way she looked at his brother, then turned that same beseeching expression on him, as if they alone had the power to raise or destroy her, was all he needed to start tearing at the zipper of her pants.
Xander smiled wickedly, his tongue peeking out to toy with the side of her breast, but he didn’t give her what she wanted yet. “Help him. Take off your pants, then I’ll reward you. Are you wearing underwear?”
Damn, sometimes his brother was smart. London immediately began shoving at her denim capris and revealed a pair of simple gray cotton bikini panties. Keen disappointment swamped Javier. He wanted to see her pussy. Touch it. Smell it. Taste it. Study it before he pushed deep inside and let her tight flesh surround his aching cock.
“Oh, now that’s a shame. ” Xander echoed his thoughts, fingering the waistband of her panties. “These aren’t pretty. ”
“I-I wasn’t expecting anyone to see . . . ”
“Expect it from now on. ” The firm note in Xander’s tone spelled out that it wasn’t a suggestion. If London couldn’t hear the command in his brother’s tone, she’d learn quickly.
“A-all right. ” She blushed prettily, and Javier couldn’t resist tweaking her nipple with his fingers.
London arched, gasped, and unconsciously spread her legs wider. That quickly, his patience ended.
Javier grabbed the little cotton panties in his hands, positioning a seam right between them. They were soft and looked like they’d been washed over and over. They were no match for his determination, and they quickly ripped apart. Xander laughed and repeated the action with the seam along her opposite hip. He tossed them away.
“I would have taken them off!” she protested. “Those are my favorite pair. ”
“Were,” Xander corrected as he stroked his way down her abdomen, his fingers heading straight for her pussy.
“These are fit for the trash now. ” Javier smiled, turning a satisfied glance to his brother, then refocused on London. On her cunt.
It was sparsely covered with fine blond hair. A glance told him she was beyond wet, glistening with need. Xander pried her swollen lips apart with his fingers and pressed down on her clit, gently circling. Her breath caught, and a tremor went through her. But Xander lifted away, his fingers soaked. The musky scent of her filled the air as he put the digits in his mouth and sucked noisily. “Hmm. Just like I remember. ”
“Xander!” London blinked at him, embarrassed.
“What? You’re so sweet, I couldn’t resist. Can you, Javi?”
He and his brother had done very few things together since just before he’d started puberty. As children, he and Xander had been close and shared many of the same passions: Hot Wheels, ice cream, making forts out of pillows and blankets. He’d thought that rapport was lost forever. But now? It was surprising exactly how much he and Xander were on the same page with London.
“No,” he ground out. “I want my mouth on her pussy. ”
“Soon,” Xander promised. “First, London needs to learn a few rules. All of your underwear will be going in the trash, belleza. You don’t wear them anymore. At all. ”
Her jaw dropped. “But I like them. You can’t do that. I can’t go commando. That’s . . . that’s unladylike. When I’m wearing skirts—”
“Oh, those will be great days. Instant access to your pussy. ” Xander flashed her a wolfish smile, then turned to him. “Anything sound better than that, Javier?”
“No. I would really look forward to coming to work. ”
Javier wasn’t sure if Xander really intended to let his girl come to the office without undergarments, to work around him for eight-plus hours. Did Xander think that he wouldn’t break down and fuck the girl? Hourly? Or did his brother intend to be there? He wasn’t sure what the hell was going on, but he wasn’t about to get off the ride.
London’s eyes bulged wide. “At the office, too?”
“Absolutely. ” Xander nodded. “Tell her your fantasies, brother. I’ll bet you’ve had them. ”
It was as if Xander had read his mind. And Javier didn’t hate that. It was kind of uncanny the way they understood one another, at least when it came to London’s seduction. “I want to bend you over my desk, little one, and flip up your skirt, caress that pretty bare ass, then ease my fingers into your pussy until you’re sweetly wet and needy. ”
“Like now,” Xander added, cupping her mound again, his fingers sliding through her folds.
She shuddered every time his brother came near her clit, and Javier couldn’t wait to touch her, taste her, get inside her and lose himself.
“Exactly,” he choked out, his voice rough. “I think constantly about teasing you until you’re ready to come, then shoving my cock in that tight little cunt. I wouldn’t give a shit if the phones were ringing or we were late for some appointment. If I was fucking you, your number one priority would be to let me. My cock should be the only thing you worry about in that moment. ”
“Imagine you fucking this pretty little girl, Javi, while I sat in your office chair and watched. ”
Javier’s cock jerked in his sweat pants, and it took everything he had not to tear them off and sink into London’s untried body. He didn’t want to hurt her—would do anything to keep her safe—but this scene was quickly jacking up his arousal past his self-control.
“Or imagine that while you fucked her, she was sucking my cock. ”
That mental picture splashed across his brain, and Javier groaned. His restraint snapped. He wouldn’t stop. Couldn’t wait. He yanked off his T-shirt and devoured London’s lips again with a ravaging passion that had her whimpering into his kiss. Then he shoved his pants down and off his hips. Her eyes widened, but Javier couldn’t wait another second to touch Shangri-la. He slid his fingers down her body, straight into her pussy. His fingers tangled with Xander’s, and his brother adjusted, moving lower to insert a finger inside her. Javier concentrated on her clit, rubbing her in slow, soft circles. London mewled.
“That would be spectacular. ” He swallowed past a thick ball of lust. “We’ll have to do that. Have you seen her come?”
Xander nodded. “Flat fucking gorgeous. Her entire body flushes, and the scent of her pussy fills the air. She tastes so good. ”
Javier wanted firsthand knowledge of all that. He wanted to devour her, explore every untouched part of her body, wanted to hear her cry out his name as release wracked her.
“I don’t think I can wait until we head to the office. ”
“Don’t worry. We’re going to fuck her now,” Xander assured. “You want that, belleza?”
She arched her back to them, as if offering up her heavy breasts. Her nipples stood swollen and ready. Javier couldn’t resist and dipped his head to take the delectable bead back in his mouth.
Xander groaned, and Javier glanced up to find him watching. “You like that? You saying yes? If so, I’ll do the same to your other nipple. ”
“Yes!” she gasped out, wrapping one arm around Javier’s head to bring him closer.
With a smile, Xander leaned down and finally drew the little red berry atop her breast into his mouth. He sucked strongly, cheeks hollowing. Javier did the same.
London panted and mewled. Under his fingers, her clit turned harder.
“Every time we suck her nipples she tightens around my finger, brother. ”
God, everything between them was dead fucking sexy. Javier found himself rubbing his burning cock against London’s thigh, wondering how soon he could get inside her.
“So close . . . ” she whimpered.
“You are,” Xander agreed, his whisper hoarse. “But we didn’t give you permission to come yet. ”
She blinked up at them looking somewhere between panicked and lost. “Permission?”
“Yeah, belleza. I have no doubt you’ll lead us around by our cocks a lot, but you’re talking to two Doms. If you don’t know what that means, we’ll be happy t
o teach you, but your orgasms are ours to control now. To build . . . then grant or withhold. Beg sweetly. ”
Javier froze. Xander was a Dom with years of experience. He’d mastered women from coast to coast, on multiple continents, sometimes two or three at a time. Javier winced. The last time he’d tried to top someone, it had been a disaster, even with Xander’s help. Today, though, he didn’t feel any of that disconnection between his head and body. He didn’t feel any of that panic. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t have any concerns. Yes, he liked bondage and didn’t mind giving a little pain if a woman enjoyed it, but the mental game of BDSM . . . The brain was the biggest erogenous zone, and he was so fucked up. He should probably sort out his own head before trying to play with anyone else’s.
“Please . . . ” London whispered, her back arching, her hips bucking.
She really did flush a pretty pink all over, Javier noticed almost absently. He watched Xander wedge another finger inside her tight opening. London winced a little, held her breath, then let out a long groan.
“Good morning, G-spot. ” He moved his arm, presumably wiggling his fingers inside her.
London clutched the sheets, her eyes widening. Javier took that as his cue and gathered moisture from her folds again before gently circling her clit once more.
“I can’t stop it. I need . . . ” London gasped. “Please let me. Anything. Whatever you want, I’ll do it. ”
“You’ll do it anyway,” Xander growled. “Because everything we do is going to make you feel so good. You’ll come to crave what we give you. You’ll open your legs every time we tell you, anytime, anywhere, for any reason. Understood?”
Her breathing picked up speed. Her clit hardened under his finger.
“She’s going to come,” Javier told his brother.
Xander slanted him a glance. “You think we should let her?”
On one hand, he wanted to see her throw her head back and hear her scream. On the other hand, he loved her writhing and begging. Her orgasm later would be sweeter for the deprivation now.
“Not yet. ” Javier found himself smiling.
He hadn’t had a hell of a lot to smile about in the last twelve months in particular, but this grin came from deep in his soul. Working with his brother to control London’s pleasure clicked something into place for him. With Whitney, he’d been panicked and hazy. Now, he felt sharp and focused. A strange sense of anticipation parked inside his chest. Not just to have sex with London—though he was absolutely looking forward to that—but to do something that eased him deep inside besides lift a bottle. It felt weirdly like progress.
His brother nodded. “Good choice. Exactly what I was thinking. Belleza,” he called to London.
“What? No! Please let me . . . ” She worked her hips even harder, trying to get the right friction to send her over the edge.
Javier lifted his fingers from her clit immediately and was gratified to see Xander had removed his fingers from her pussy, too. The silent communication they had enjoyed as kids with their toys, the sort he’d thought was lost forever, sprung up between them again—as if it had always been. They were of like minds, both ready to see London wail, and beg, and suffer just a bit more.
Xander smacked the pad of her pussy with his hand. London gasped, her look pleading with his brother. Javier had no idea why watching Xander give his assistant a little discipline turned him inside out, but no denying it did.
“Take what we give you,” he growled against her breast, pulling her nipple in his mouth again.
With his hot stare glued to London, Xander did the same. Together, they plucked and sucked, nipped and pinched her nipples. London sobbed now, one plea bleeding into the next, her words running together in a desperate cry. Javier couldn’t keep his hands away from her drenched, swollen pussy, his fingers drifting down to pet her until her orgasm drew near. Then he’d retreat, focus on her nipples . . . and find his hands drifting between her spread thighs again. The cycle repeated itself so many times, he lost count. London turned incoherent, a beseeching supplicant squirming and mewling between them. Her skin flushed. Her eyes glazed over. She’d do anything for the pleasure they dangled just beyond her grasp.
“God, she’s beautiful. ” Javier swallowed against his thick lust.
“She is. How badly do you want her?”
He frowned at Xander’s question. “Fuck. More than anything. ”
“Explain how badly you want her. Describe it. Make sure she can hear you. ”
Javier drew in a shuddering breath. He didn’t understand Xander’s point, but he loved the idea that London would know how badly he wanted her. “I’m burning inside and out, little one. My skin sizzles. My cock is on fire. For you. I’m bursting to feel you all around me. I want to touch you everywhere. Inhale you. I’m dying to fuck you. ”