"Caught in the Middle" - читать интересную книгу автора (Holt Desiree, Ladd Ashley, Dare Kim, Aidan Nadia, Smith Crissy, Illyvich Sascha)

Chapter Four

Char caught Dexter’s gaze and held it. Together, they heartily laughed as he pulled her once again into his arms and possessed her lips, leaving her with no doubt as to who was the master. When they came up for air, Dexter leaned his forehead against hers, and his lips crooked into a sexy, seductive smile that made her want to jump him again that very second.

Char linked her fingers through Dex’s and gave a gentle tug into the second room, following the excited younger doctor. “I’m game if you are. We have the suite for the night, the equipment and we’re all together.”

On the threshold of a new lifestyle, she stopped and gulped. Leather, pungent and raw, singed her nostrils. She could already hear the jangle of handcuffs and chains on the bed.

She remembered the burns of a BDSM patient, whose partner had taken things too far. They hadn’t been pretty but not too serious, thank God, but the recollection made her pause. “We need a safe word.”

When both men turned quizzical gazes on her, she knew they were BDSM virgins, too. “You know. A word we agree upon ahead of time which we say to bring an immediate cease and desist to our, ah, activities.”

Dex folded his arms across his chest and his toes. Dryly he asked, “Something out of the ordinary like ‘Pippi Longstocking’ that we normally wouldn’t call out in the heat of passion?”

She choked trying to hold back her giggles. When she could speak, she said, “Exactly.”

Ben swaggered to the cattle prod, switched it on and tested it against his arm. He yowled, jumped, and dropped it to the floor. “That’s barbaric! Are you mad?”

Dex scowled. “So who’s the Dom? There can only be one master.”

She sized them up feeling the sizzle of their fierce competition anew. “You could fight for the honour. For me.”

Ben grabbed the whip and snapped it within an inch of them. “Get on the bed slaves. Now!”

Dexter wasn’t about to take orders from the upstart. He still wasn’t one hundred percent kosher with letting Ben make love to his woman, and he damned sure wasn’t going to let the guy boss him around.

He looked around for a weapon and snatched up the electric prod. Feeling silly, but doing this for Char, he jumped into sparring stance. He switched on the appliance and jousted. “On guard, slave. I am the Master.”

With a rapt, wide-eyed gaze, Char watched. Her nipples perked and she chewed her lip.

You think you scare me with that toy?” Ben sidestepped the parry with a laugh and a bawdy wink to Char.

“Watch this, lady fair.” With a flick of his wrist, he lashed out at the prod and tore it from Dex’s hand.

Char clapped then stuck her fingers in her mouth and whistled, and her breasts jiggled as she jumped up and down. Then she crossed her hands over her heart and batted her lashes. “My heroes.”

Growling, and more than a little pissed, Dex grabbed the first thing his hand landed on. When he thrust forward a giant hot pink feather, he flung it down in disgust to the chorus of chuckles.

He backed up and this time, he checked out the array of weapons, grimacing when the only threatening thing was a chain. So he wrapped the end of it around his hand so his opponent couldn’t easily snatch it away, and he twirled it over his head. “My chain trumps your whip. Concede defeat, junior.”

“Never, old man! I shall fight to the death for my lady.”

Dex rolled his eyes and then lashed the chain a few inches from Ben’s feet. “Oh, yeah? I’m the white knight in shining armour.”

Feral-eyed, snarling and hunched over, the two men circled each other. Dex wouldn’t dare give in and look weak in front of his woman.

He narrowed his eyes, dropped his weapon and cracked his knuckles. “Let’s fight like men. You got the guts? Or are you only big and bad when you’re hiding behind you’re macho toy?”

Ben squared his shoulders and stood tall. He opened his hand and let the whip slither to the floor. “Don’t bother, pops. I’m a third degree black belt and I could kick your ass with my little toe, but I don’t wrestle naked with dudes.” A challenge lit Ben’s eyes. “Are you into nude wrestling with other men?”

This was war!

Dex scooped up his lady and carried her to the bed. Against her lips, he murmured, “Possession is nine-tenths of the law.”

Tired of games, he wedged his knee between her legs and spread them. Desperate to feel her warmth, to possess her, he plundered her mouth and her pussy. Primitive yearnings seized him and focused him solely on his lover. Quivering and quaking, he drove in and out with a fury that left him breathless.

Ben wasn’t about to be left out, especially not when he’d worked up so much testosterone, when he was so hot and horny seeing Dex’s cock plunging in and out of Char’s gorgeous pussy, so pink, so moist, and so hot.

God, but he had to get some pussy, too, and soon, or he’d explode. So hot he couldn’t stand it, he towered over them and pumped his aching cock.

His balls were so tight, so full, he massaged them with his other hand. Hell. He couldn’t wait all night. “Either finish the job now or let a man with real balls in.”

Slowing, Dex looked up and over his shoulder. “Fast is not the way to pleasure a woman. Watch and learn.”

“I know how to make women swoon. I have them lined up and panting for me.” Much as Ben hated to admit it, it made him hot seeing Dexter ravish their woman, to see his cock filling her, slide in and out, and to see his balls slam against her pretty ass.

He enjoyed watching them squirm, their sweaty bodies gliding against the other’s and her big breasts jiggling.

Wanting a piece of the action, knowing he couldn’t hold out much longer, he straddled Char’s face and lowered his cock to her lips. “Suck me hard, bitch. Drink my cum.”

Her eyes glazed over and she eagerly nodded. When she parted her lips to answer, he pushed his cock inside. “Don’t speak. Service me, slave.”

When she raked her nails over his balls then gently squeezed, he went into orbit. On fire, he clutched the headboard as he stroked long and deep, spreading wide her lips.

Knowing she had another lover fucking her pussy while he fucked her mouth made him incredibly horny. He gave it to her good. He loved his little slut, made to be fucked, to pleasure them. He wasn’t going to let Dexter claim her for his own without a fight. Before the night was out, he’d have just as much claim. He’d fuck her pussy ‘til she cried for mercy and forgot all about Dexter.

With a vengeance, he came and she milked his seed. Greedy for all of it, she caressed the root of his cock and his balls.

It felt like he’d come forever, and he was carried away in ecstasy. He watched her beautiful face with his creamy cum overflowing her mouth, coating her lips and her chin, and came even more.

Finally spent, he sprawled beside them on the bed and spooned against her. Tenderly he kissed her lips, tasted himself mingled with her and moaned. “This is heaven.”

When Dexter finally rolled off her and laid on her other side and curled his arm around her waist, Ben cupped her pussy with his hand. Her wiry curls were slick and wet, her clit and pussy lips swollen. He got hot all over. When she moaned and writhed against him, his blood simmered and went straight to his cock, making him hard again.

He rolled on top of her, suckled each nipple in turn as he tested the heavy weight of her double Ds in his hands and rubbed his burning cock along her pussy. Against her lips he huskily murmured, “I can’t stand having you so near, yet so far. I need to be one with you, too.”

Her thick lashes fluttered up to reveal her beautiful eyes, and she smiled up at him. “I want you, too. I want us to be one.”

He willed her not to look at Dexter for permission or to hesitate. That would kill him. When she didn’t and said, “Put on another condom,” he smiled back, and snatched another one off the nearby table. She helped him roll on the latex protection. Her hands felt so wonderful, his cock swelled and filled it out. Then he insinuated his hand between them and massaged her clit.

When she writhed and wiggled beneath him and wound her hands in his hair, he was lost in her, heart and soul.

He had to have her, to know her more intimately and he lifted his hips and with a smooth stroke he thrust in long and deep, all the way to her core.

Her swift intake of breath, her cording of muscles told him he’d made his mark on her heart. He was going to make her as much his as Dexter’s, and not because he was in some inane competition as the older man would presume, but because she was exquisite and adorable and she’d stolen his heart.

He’d long kept his eye on her but had sensed her heart belonged to Dexter, so he hadn’t made a move. Now he was damned if he’d let her go, even if it meant sharing.

Against his lips, she asked, “Do you think we can videotape this from now on, so I can relive it forever?”

Dexter feathered kisses over her face. “I’ll still be loving you, so you won’t need to.”

Ben got hotter, thinking about it. “Hell, yeah. I’ll set them up, and they’ll be better than any porn movie you’ve ever seen, my naughty little voyeur.”

“I want to see your big hot cocks fucking me. I want to know what it looks like from every angle.”

So did he. Of course, he knew what Dexter’s cock looked like going in and out of her ravenous pussy.

When Char and Dexter kissed long and deep, jealousy rumbled in his chest. He’d always imagined himself with two hot, naked babes kissing him all over, and he’d stick his cock inside both of them all night and he’d be buried in breasts.

But he also loved indulging Char, pleasuring her. He couldn’t envision what other woman could come close to her.

Fireworks exploded and shuddering, clinging to her, he drove into her one last, powerful time. He held on for dear life until she had milked his last drop of desire.

He claimed her lips and moulded her body and soul to him. He’d come to seduce her, but he was the seduced.

A wry grin tilted his lips as he held her to his heart. Did this mean he was whipped?

Char’s head spun so fast she couldn’t catch her breath. Holy cow! She was irrevocably, undeniably, head over heels for two very different men.

What in the world was she to do now? She wanted, no needed, one as much as the next. She was bound to both. She longed to share her life with both.

What if both felt the same way about her? Would war ensue?

Would both want babies? Happily ever after? Should they move to Utah? Would they?

Her head ached. Her heart cried. God, even if the two of them agreed, society wouldn’t, even in Utah.

What had she done?

How could she choose between them if it came down to that?

Surely every other female at the hospital, staff and patients alike, would want to hang her if they knew and how was she to hide it?

Ignore both men in public? Only acknowledge one?

Her head split, and she rubbed her throbbing temples. “What have I done?”

Both men looked at her then each other.

Ben spoke firsts. You’ve made all three of us deliriously happy.”

She longed to ask, “What now?” but feared she’d run off a commitment-phobe, or maybe that was the answer. She’d keep the one who wanted her badly enough to commit.

So she propped up on her elbows and stared at her gorgeous men. “What now? Where do we go from here?”

Twin sets of gulps made her heart sink, and the silence grew deafening. Suffocating under its weight, she sighed, and chilly, rolled off the bed.

Goosebumps covered her arms and she briskly rubbed them, trying to generate some heat. Her tongue was thick in her mouth, still coated with Ben’s taste.

Finally, she managed to say around the lump in her throat, “Uh, right. Well, that was, uh, very nice. Thank you, gentlemen, for an interesting time. Maybe we’ll do it again one day.”

Suddenly embarrassed, she sought her clothes and shrugged into them. Without turning around to face them, she faked a yawn and said, “I’m tuckered out. Your limos will be here in fifteen minutes. Please go.”

Dex sidled up to her, and his warm breath coasted along the nape of her neck. “Let me stay. I’ll let you sleep. I just want to hold you.”

Her heart, weak and traitorous, yearned to say, “yes”. Instead, she asked, “How long do you want to stay, Dex? Forever? As in ‘til death do us part’?”

His silence killed her.

“Get out of here. Please.”

Both men dressed, murmured their goodbyes and left.

Alone in the suite, she hugged herself and angrily swiped away a tear. “I can’t face them again.” Or anyone else at the hospital. Why hadn’t she thought of this before she’d gotten herself into this mess? “What now?”