Page 35 of Triple Protection
"Come, baby, come right now. Come all over our cocks. I want to feel you." Liam grunts behind me and I explode. Starbursts explode behind my eyelids. Crackling electricity thrums through every cell in my body. My toes curl and I can feel the individual hairs on my head. I unknowingly dig my nails into Brick's chest, unable to control the muscle spasms that begin in my pussy and are echoed in every muscle in my body.
Brick groans. Liam moans. And one after the other, I can feel them come inside me. Warm, wet ropes of cum fill me. They each pump once, twice, thrice more, until we all collapse. Brick shifts us so we're on our side, but both of my men are still inside. As our breathing returns to normal, I'm in a substate of mind. I'm awake but not. Alive but not. I'm conscious, but not. I feel as both men soften inside of me, while Liam strokes a loving hand up and down the side of my ribs, over my hip and thigh and back up again. His hair ruffles my hair. Brick wipes my sweaty hair off of my forehead and stares into my longingly.
We sit like that for a long time, until, with unspoken words, both boys pull out of me. I groan in disapproval at feeling so empty where I felt so full only minutes ago. Both boys chuckle at me. Liam brings me a warm washcloth and starts to wash me. I'm still too gone to be insecure about it. Brick starts a showerfor me, waiting for the temperature to warm up. Once it's warm, Brick picks me up like I weigh nothing, takes me into the shower and sets me on the shower bench. He must have warmed it with the shower head because it's not as cold as it usually is.
They both bathe me, naked, their cocks already full and hanging proudly between their thighs. God, they're both such gorgeous men. Chiseled, defined, strong. I don't know what I did to get so lucky, but I never in a million years would have thought that men that gorgeous would look twice at me.
But more than their looks, they're good guys. They're smart and funny and caring. They're professional, good at their jobs, loyal.
I hide my frown as I wonder seriously, for the first time, if I'm in danger of falling for these men.
Chapter twenty-six
Alex
Alex
The next morning, I can hear whispered conversation and laughing upstairs. It's setting my blood on fire. It's wrong. Sleeping with our client is wrong. It complicates so many parts of our job, not to mention it's dangerous. But fuck if I've never been tempted before, as I am with Angela.
She's the perfect woman. Soft, strong, loyal, reliable, self-sacrificing, beautiful. I couldn't have designed a more perfect woman for me if I tried. And she took care of my boys. Not only took care of them, but let them share her, and protected them. That simple act, alone, avoids so much bad blood and jealousy. I'm not sure Brick and Liam would ever let a woman come between them, but Angela isn't even a factor. She doesn’t come between them. She joins them, and in doing so made them closer.
Not a small bit of me is jealous.
I'm done resisting her. This is the dumbest idea I've ever had. It's dangerous. But I'm starting to think it’s something I can't control. My pull to Angela, my attraction to her, is inevitable.
Mind made up, I triple check the exterior of the house, doors and windows all locked, alarm system primed, before I slowly walk to her room. This time, I find Laim positioned between her knees, while Brick kisses and pinches her breasts. Fuck, she's a vision. Flushed, breathing hard, miles of silky smooth skin I want to bite.
She sees me watching before a wicked smile pulls across her mouth. It's not a smile she gives to Brick or Liam. This one is just for me. She reaches her hand out for me and I take a step closer. I have no idea what I'm doing here - what I'm willing or not to participate in. I still think this is a terrible idea, but maybe, just once, I could give in.
I reach for her hand, but she hesitates and pulls it away an inch.
"I won't sleep with someone who doesn't respect me." She says. I couldn't form words if I tried.
Brick and Liam have also paused their ministrations to see what player four's going to do.
"Do you respect me?" She asks, innocence and vulnerability and desire written all over her face. I nod.
"Do you trust me?
I may pause, but I do nod.
"Do you like me?"
Another nod. It's easy to like her.
"Then fuck me like you hate me." My entire body stills, frozen in place. Liam and Brick stare at her before slowly stepping away. She's mine for the taking, and she wants me to fuck her like I hate her? But that would ruin any future I had with her.
"I can take it." She says, as if she can read my thoughts. "And I think you could really use it."
"Been thinking about fucking me a lot, Princess?" I tease, the corner of my mouth pealing up in a wicked grin. She shoots me a flirty, shy smile before nodding and giving me a sexy "mhm". I kneel between her upraised knees, her wet, pink pussy already on full display. "I won't be gentle. I might hurt you," I whisper, almost ashamed.
"Green, yellow, red?" She offers. I groan before running a hand down my face. She's offering me safe words, so she can tell me when she needs to slow down or stop. The same way she offered to be tied up for Brick. She's offering me a safety net to take out all of my anger and frustration in a way that won't ruin us.
"So fucking perfect," I groan, before deciding exactly what I want to do to her. "Get on your hands and knees." She rolls over and obeys immediately, waving her gorgeous ass in my face, an offering to do whatever I want with. I grip her hips tight and rub my aching cock against her center. She's fully naked, and I'm fully clothed, and she loves the feel of the rough denim of my jeans against her.
I push her upper chest against the bed, breasts and face shoved down, leaving her ass on full display. I grip her hard with my left hand, hard enough to leave bruises, while I let my right hand fly. The smack of my hand meeting flesh is deafening in the quiet room. Angela gasps and moans. The red hand mark that blooms almost immediately against her pale skin satisfies that bastard inside me that needs to claim, to wreck, to ruin her.
I knead her reddened ass cheek none-to-softly before letting my hand fly again. I spank, knead, and shove my fingers into her roughly for I don't know how long. By the time I can't take any more, she's a dripping, soaking, writhing mess. Brick leans against a dresser, looking more concerned than turned on, while Liam's in the same fucking chair as the other night, cock in hand.