Something harder than Burke’s finger started to push against her. She groaned around the cock in her mouth. She found a soft place on the underside of his thick stalk, where the hard column met the head. She worked it, worrying it with her tongue to take her mind off the way Burke shoved the plug in and out of her ass.
“You’re a bad girl, Jessa,” Cole said, pulling away. “I told you to ease up. You’re trying to make me lose control. You tried to make me come in your mouth.”
He leaned in until his hands found her breasts.
Jessa moaned. “I was trying to forget about the fact that Burke is shoving a piece of plastic up my ass.”
Cole pinched at her nipples, twisting. “You obey me in the bedroom, Jessa.”
“Or he’ll spank you all over again.” Burke’s silky smooth tone gave away his deep pleasure at his task. “And this bottom is already a perfect pink.”
“Keep disobeying, baby, and I’ll clamp your nipples. I’ll pull out the clover clamps and the chain that goes between them. They’ll bite into these sweet little buds, and you’ll feel the burn when I tug on the chain as I force you to ride my cock.”
Jessa let her head fall forward as he tugged on her nipples. Each little wrench of his fingers flashed fire down to her pussy. So hot. She’d never been so aroused, and his words were just adding kindling to the fire. She suddenly wanted to try those clamps. Apparently, she was a little bit of a freak, but with Burke and Cole, it made sense. They accepted this side of her, wanted it. She was with men she trusted. Men she loved.
“I’d like that, Cole.”
“Oh, baby, you’re so fucking perfect.” His hand slid down, and suddenly she felt him pinching at her clit.
“Oh, oh.” She couldn’t stop it. It felt too good. Cole still plucked at her right nipple, squeezing harshly, then rolling it. His other hand played in her pussy, sliding all around while Burke seated the plug deep in her ass.
“Give it to her, Cole. I want to watch her come.”
Jessa nearly screamed when Cole took his hand away. “Don’t stop!”
There was a smack to her ass that made her moan. The plug shifted, causing waves of jagged sensation to streak through her.
“Hush, Jessa,” Cole said, his voice a sharp bark. “You’ll get what you need when I decide you need it, not before.”
As though she weighed nothing at all, he lifted her up and she found herself falling on top of him, sprawled across the big bed that dominated the suite. The shades were open, and the twinkling lights of Manhattan lit up the room.
“I told you I would force you to ride my cock. I mean what I say, baby. Burke, I need a condom.”
Jessa shook her head. “No. You don’t. I’m on the pill. I want to feel you. I’m clean.”
“Obviously,” Burke said, standing next to the bed, a concerned look on his face. “Cole and I never have sex without a condom. And you might not believe it, but we’re not out there every night with a different woman. We’re clean, but maybe we should still…”
“No,” she said, practically pleading. “It’s safe. I don’t want to stop. I want to feel you, skin to skin.”
Cole gave her his answer by thrusting up and joining them in a single smooth move. “Oh, god, that feels so fucking good.”
It did. Nothing between them but shared breaths and bare flesh. She was so glad she’d decided to go to the clinic and get on the pill. No stopping for protection. No latex. Just her and them, the way it should always be.
“That sounds heavenly, sweetheart.” Burke shoved his pants down and off. “I want a turn, too.”
“You’ll get it,” Cole replied. “Soon. I had her pussy first. You take her ass.”
Cole surged up, pumping inside her. With his hands, he forced her to grind down on him. He was so damn deep, she gasped, mouth open, sensations washing over her as her pussy clasped and grabbed at him, pulling him even farther inside.
“Fuck. I want that. I want that so goddamn bad.” Burke reached for the lube.
“Come for us, baby. Let go for us before we take you together. I want you soft and happy when we share you the first time.”
She gave over to him and rode that big cock. The plug took up a lot of space, making her feel fuller than ever before. She slid up and down, Cole’s hands on her ass, a finger on the plug, holding it deep. She slid down on him, her clit hitting his pelvis as he surged up, hitting just the right spot inside her once, twice, again. Then she came with a mewling cry, the pleasure crashing through her system. She fell on Cole’s chest, and his arms closed around her, making her feel safe and warm.
“Get that plug out and get inside her, Burke. I don’t know how much longer I can last. Fuck, she feels so good.” Cole groaned against her ear, spreading kisses across her cheek, brushing his lips over her mouth.
Jessa felt the bed dip as Burke climbed on. His hands moved tenderly over her ass, and the plug slid out. She sighed, tightened. Cole was still thick inside her body, holding her impaled against him, but now she felt the loss of the plug. Her ass felt empty.
But not for long. Cole soothed his hand down her back as Burke spread her cheeks. She whimpered as she felt him spread more lube on her anus, preparing her to take something far larger than the plug.
“It’s going to be so good, baby. We’re going to fill you completely,” Cole murmured, his hips moving in lazy, teasing thrusts.
Every time he rubbed her clit, a little aftershock sent more pleasure through her that just added to the sweet aftermath of her stunning climax. As they touched, soothed, and worked, she felt boneless and momentarily sated. She let them have their way—just like they’d planned.
Cole’s hands tightened around her, hugging her as she felt Burke’s cock at the rim of her untried hole.
“Sweetheart, you’re so beautiful,” Burke said as he gently stroked himself in, taking her in increments, forcing his cock inside in neat little thrusts. “You feel so good.”
“It burns.” Far more than the plug, in fact. She gritted her teeth. It wasn’t pain exactly but it wasn’t comfortable.
“It’s all right,” Cole whispered. “It’s going to be okay. Let him in, baby. Arch your back.”
She lifted her ass a bit higher, pressing her breasts against Cole’s chest. His heart beat loudly with hers as the burn of Burke’s dick sinking a bit deeper seared her. He worked his way inside her, bumping against the tight muscles of her ass.
“Push out against me,” Burke gritted out, taking her hips in hand and lifting her ass higher.
Jessa pushed out, wondering if he would really fit inside her. A moment later, he popped past the barrier and slowly filled her with his cock.
God. She had to force herself to breathe. They were everywhere, so deep and all around her. Her world was filled with Burke and Cole.
“Are you all right, sweetheart?” Burke’s voice was tentative. His hands gripped her hips, betraying his tension as he thrust gently.
“Please be all right, Jessa.” Cole’s face was tight, his brow knitted together, jaw clenched.
Something about the big bad Dom begging her to accept them made her smile. She pushed back, wiggling against Burke. Nerves she’d never known she had lit up. She shook with the sensation, and as they filled her in tandem with deep breaths and guttural moans, she trembled with need, quickly rushing to the edge of pleasure. She cried out.
“Oh, that’s it, sweetheart. Let it go. Let it happen.” Burke clutched her hips as he thrust in.
Cole groaned when she seesawed back his way. “This is perfect, the three of us together. The way it should be.”
Every way she moved brought her pleasure. Cole filled her pussy, his thick dick striking at her G-spot when he pushed up. Burke dragged his cock out almost to the rim of her asshole, marking the path with burning pleasure, before he shoved deep again, forcing her to grind her clit against Cole.
They set a brutal pace. Jessa gave up trying to control it. She became what they had warned, their pleasure toy, a soft, sweet thing they passed between them. She would have fought it if they’d treated her that way outside the bedroom, but instead, they treated her like a princess, with courtesy, always thinking of her wants and needs. They made it easy to give over to them here, to be pulled and pushed as they fought for pleasure. She felt like they’d been fused together, formed into one unit as they worked inside her. As they made love, they were whole.
All the languor from her previous orgasm was gone. A new driving pressure built again, surging, searing, until little pleas and whimpers fell from her mouth.
“Help her, Burke. I’m dying here,” Cole growled.
Burke’s arm wrapped around as he drove into her, one relentless thrust after another. He reached between her and Cole and found her clit, rubbing it with sweet friction. Cole thrust up. Every sensation in her body turned molten and converged. They sent her flying again, this time higher and longer than ever before as she screamed their names.
Jessa bucked against them, trying to prolong the pleasure. Cole thrust up, his face contorting as he came inside her. She could feel the hot wash of his seed flooding her.
Burke groaned behind her, his grip on her hips punishing as he held her tight and forced his cock in until she could feel his balls against her ass. He thrust in and out, filling her ass with his come until finally he fell forward, his front plastering her back.
They relaxed into a heap, Jessa safe and warm between them. She fell asleep, happy to have a piece of each inside her.
Jessa woke slowly, reaching for them. Every muscle in her body felt deliciously used. She stretched and yawned. She kept her eyes closed, letting her mind wander a bit. It was New Year’s Day. She was looking at a whole new year, a whole new life—one with Burke and Cole.
“Sweetheart?”
She opened her eyes. There was a reason she hadn’t felt them next to her. They both stood by the bed, fully dressed in suits and ties and expensive shoes. She could smell coffee and the deliciously savory scent of bacon. She sat up, pulling the sheet with her, anxiety starting to penetrate her brain.
“What’s happening?”
No answer.
Not only were they dressed, their faces were grave. They didn’t look like two men who were happy that they’d spent the night making love to their woman. They looked like men who were leaving. They looked to each other, having one of those silent conversations. She just knew they were trying to figure out how to deal with her.
Her stomach turned. “At least you didn’t sneak out. I guess that’s something.”
Burke got to one knee. “Sweetheart, we are not sneaking out.”
“But you are leaving.” She could see it plainly on his face.
“Yes,” Cole said.
She could always count on Cole to state the facts without sugarcoating. Burke would try to put the best sheen on it. Cole didn’t bother. She turned to him. “Do I get an explanation, or do you just say ‘thanks’ and walk away?”
“I don’t want to leave you, Jessa,” Cole stated, a stark look on his face. “I do not want to go. If there was any other way, I wouldn’t ever leave that fucking bed again. But I made promises.”
Tears pricked at her eyes. “What kind of promises?”
Burke took her hand. “We have some friends, sweetheart. They’re having some problems. Family problems. Their cousin is in trouble.”
“What does that have to do with you?”
“We have contacts. We can help her,” Cole stated. His jaw was a stark line, his eyes sunken, as if he hadn’t slept.
Jessa swallowed. What was going on? Were they telling her the truth? Had this all been a scam to get her in bed? If it was, she reasoned, they would have just left. “You have to go now?”
Burke nodded. “Yes. Part of why we were here in New York was to make some inquiries for our friends. We got a call an hour ago. We’ve got a really good lead on her location.”
“I can help. I’ll go with you.”
Cole’s eyes widened with horror. “No. You are not coming with us, Jessa. You will stay here, and you will be safe. That is an order.”
The Dom was back. At least he seemed to care. “How long will you be gone?”
Cole sighed and sank down next to Burke, reaching for her other hand. “I hope it’s only a couple of weeks. No more than a month or two. I can’t tell you more than that.”
“What you’re doing…it’s dangerous.” She didn’t make it a question. She knew.
Burke brought her hand to his lips. “That’s why we’re keeping you out of it. The less you know the better.”
She tried to pull away. How was this happening? Last night had been perfect. She’d been safe and loved and looking forward to building something beautiful and lasting with them. Now they were leaving.
“Jessa.” Cole sounded tortured. “Jessa, I love you.”