Page 65 of Stolen Faith

“I don’t want to stop. I want you in me.”

Chapter Fourteen

Izabel stared down at Brennon, and she ached with the need to be filled.

Brennon lay back, hands trembling a little as he opened his pants. His cock was hard, the fat head shiny with pre-come.

Rowan’s hands gripped Izabel’s hips, and he guided her forward so she straddled Brennon. Slowly, she sank to her knees. She thought about bracing herself on Brennon’s chest, but she didn’t want to hurt him. That thought led to the memory of watching him being beaten, and it almost killed the mood. Izabel forced the thought away, then gasped as Brennon’s cock slid between her slick pussy lips.

She’d intended to pause, to take a minute and wiggle around, to rub his cock against her clit, but Rowan’s hands were still on her hips. He pressed down, forcing her to take Brennon’s cock deep into her pussy.

Izabel and Brennon both groaned. Izabel grabbed Rowan’s forearms to brace herself, careful of his wrists, which might hurt.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Brennon groaned.

Izabel couldn’t speak, she was too focused on the pleasure of being full, of having him hot and hard inside her, while Rowan’s warm chest pressed against her bare back.

“I’m not going to last long.” Brennon splayed his hands on her thighs, then spread her pussy lips with his thumbs. “Can you come again?”

“Not yet, I don’t think.”

“I think you can.” Rowan inched closer. He too was straddling Brennon, and now Rowan’s hips were pressed against her ass, his cock hard and hot through the pants he still wore.

“I want you in me too.” Izabel tugged on Rowan, intending to bring him around and take him in her mouth. She’d happily take him in her ass, if they had the time and lube to prep. Since they didn’t, she’d suck his cock while Brennon fucked her.

“No.” There was regret in his voice. “Not here. I need to…” His gaze drifted to the locked door. “I’ll watch.”

He glanced at Brennon, some silent communication passing between them. Their soldier, their guardian was still there, protecting them. No. She pushed those thoughts away, willfully ignored them, needing to stay in this safe bubble they’d created for a little while longer.

It was easy to do when Brennon thrust up into her. The hot, hard slide of his cock inside her was delicious. A shiver of pleasure ran down her orgasm-sensitive body. Rowan’s hands moved from her hips to her breasts. He cupped her tits from underneath, holding them in his palms, as his thumb and forefinger gently gripped her nipples.

Rowan twisted her nipples as Brennon grabbed her hips and rocked her forward. Izabel gasped with a pleasure so intense, it was an almost-orgasm that tightened her muscles.

“That feels so good,” she breathed, rocking her hips. She gripped Rowan’s arms tighter, her chest thrust up into his hands. Brennon’s hands on her hips kept the rhythm steady even when a particularly deep, good thrust broke her concentration. “I love being filled with you. Wish it was both of you.”

“I’m picturing it,” Brennon said, and his voice was rough.

Rowan ground his hips against Izabel’s ass on each backstroke, and she wished his cock was in her too.

“You close, Hollywood?” Rowan asked, using Izabel’s nickname for Brennon.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Izabel nearly whimpered at the sweep of desire his questions raised.

“Yes.” Brennon’s fingers tightened on her hips, stopping the rocking motion. “Iza, I need you to bounce on my dick to make me come. Can you do that?”

“She’ll do it,” Rowan said, plucking her nipples.

Pleasure shot through her, straight from her breasts to her pussy. Izabel released Rowan’s arms, instead reaching up and back to grip handfuls of his hair. He grunted, breathing hard against her neck. Then she raised up, using her leg muscles, but not being shy about pulling against Rowan either.

She let Brennon’s cock slip out of her, the fat head sliding between her labia to kiss her clit. Then she sank down, taking him all the way, inch by slow inch. His cock opened her, filled her, as his hands flexed and gripped her waist.

She sat, grinding down on him even as Rowan’s relentless teasing of her nipples tried to distract her.

“Move,” Brennon demanded, his face intense rather than smiling, his words uncharacteristically demanding. She’d driven him to this, made her sweet, easygoing fiancé demanding and almost rough. When she didn’t obey fast enough, his hands tightened on her and he lifted her up. Rowan helped by pulling on her nipples, forcing her to rise to ease the tight stretch.

They were in control. They were doing what they wanted with her body.

It should have terrified her, especially after what she’d been through.