Healing Pleasure (12 page)

“Naw, just changing them. I need a break. Will you give me that, darlin’?” One hand moved from her hip, turned, and wedged between her legs. “I don’t want to see Snake blown apart. I don’t to feel my hands covered in his blood.” He slipped a finger between her sodden folds and raked the pad of his fingertip over her clit. “This is what I want to feel. I want to see you writhing for us while I taste your sweet pussy and Trey devours your breasts.” Even as he said the words, Trey’s hands slid up her sides, dipped between her body and Brit’s, and covered her breasts. “I want to hear you begging for us instead of the screams that keep echoing in my head.”

He’d told her more without prodding than he’d given her in any answer so far. But could she do it? Could she give herself to these men knowing the part of herself she would be unleashing?

It’s what I was training you for.

Mark’s words, though contrived by her dream the night before, reverberated in her mind once again. Mark hadn’t known either of these men existed. Sex between her and Mark had been a means to an end of the loneness they’d both felt, an exploration of a demon they’d both kept carefully hidden, and a discovery that had benefited them both. They’d been friends, best friends, who had agreed to nothing more beyond the comfort and pleasure they had given one another. Yet, standing here now between Brit and Trey,
consumed by the erotic sensations radiating from the bodies in front and behind her, it felt as though this was truly where she’d been headed all along.

* * * *

Brit needed her. Christ, he didn’t think he’d ever needed a woman so badly. Talking to her was coming easier than he’d thought it would, but saying the words was only bringing the images more clearly back to his mind.

He delved his hand further between her legs and sank a finger into the hot recesses of her pussy. Her head fell back on Trey’s shoulder as he wiggled the digit inside her cunt, stroking the sodden walls of her channel. Her eyes closed on a soft moan and he lit his attention slide to Trey.

Careful.
Trey mouthed the word, his eyes flashing with warning.

Brit gave him a curt nod. He’d already figured out he couldn’t go full-force with this woman. Though she made brazen moves with him and obeyed his commands, he saw the hesitation and a pain he didn’t understand move through her each time she did as he told her to do.

One of her hands was in his hair and the other was latched onto his shoulder. Her nails dug into his flesh as he pulled his finger back, added a second, and drove them both side by side into her pussy. Her hips bucked, meeting the thrust of his fingers and drawing them deeper.

“Is this you saying yes, darlin’?” He wouldn’t force her. If she told him to stop touching her now, that’s what he would do. Though he preferred to give the commands when it came to sex, that was an order he would obey. “Is this you telling me I can have what I want?”

“Yes.” She sighed the word and followed it with a soft moan as Trey nuzzled his face against her ear again.

“Tell him, sugar. Tell us what you want.”

Brit felt the backs of Trey’s hands fall between his body and hers as the man released her breasts. Understanding the need for her to say the words, he eased his fingers from her pussy and replaced his hand on her hip.

Her eyes flew open, panic swirling with desire in their depths. “It’s what I want. I want your mouth on me. I want Trey’s hands on me. I want both of you. Please.”

Brit exchanged a pleased look with Trey and jerked his head toward the blanket his friend had stretched on the ground. He laid down, reached for her, and grinned. “Time for your first riding lesson, sweet thing.”

She half gasped, half giggled as she let Trey use his hold on her hips to guide her to straddle Brit’s face.

Brit turned his hands and gripped her inner thighs, holding her in place while he examined her pouty pussy. Cream slickened her shaved folds. Her clit was engorged and seemed to beckon for attention. He took a deep breath and marveled in her sweet, hot scent. His cock pulsed in the tortured agony of knowing it wouldn’t get to slide inside the tight opening awaiting his mouth. His tongue would get that pleasure for now.

He felt Trey move in to straddle his torso behind Lena, saw the man’s arms come around her, his hands covering her breasts. Her body jerked as Trey caught her nipples between his thumbs and the sides of his forefingers and Brit lifted his mouth to her pussy to double her pleasure.

He relaxed his hands on her inner thighs, allowing her body to lower onto his face as he probed her cunt with his tongue. His hunger for her blazing out of control, he feasted on her pussy, driving his tongue in and out of her tight channel and gazing up her sultry body to watch the expressions of passion consume her face.

They worked her body together, Trey’s hands on her breasts and Brit’s mouth on her pussy, until her hips bucked and her soft moans turned to ragged pleas. He felt her body tighten, felt the muscles in her pussy constrict, and knew he was about to topple over the edge.

Brit tightened his hold on her inner thighs again and lowered his head to the blanket. She gasped and reached for him, but Trey was faster. His friend’s hands shot from her breasts to her wrists, catching them in a firm hold.

“What do you think you’re doing, sugar?” Brit heard Trey ask gruffly.

“I…oh, God. Please.”

“It sure is sweet to hear you beg, darlin’.” Brit lifted his head, swiped his tongue over her clit, and pulled back again. “Do it some more.”

He watched as Trey pulled her arms behind her back. He knew the man had shackled her wrists in one of his hands when his other hand came around her face, a finger hooking her chin to turn her head to face him.

“Do you want to come, Lena?”

“Yes.”

Brit felt the muscles in her inner thighs quiver in her attempt to push against the hold he kept firm. If he relaxed again, her pussy would pound down on his face. It pleased him that she wanted his mouth on her again that badly.

“Then ask for permission,” Trey told her.

They could keep this up till the sun went down. They knew how to read a woman’s body, understood the signs when she was close to the edge, and were masters at pulling her away from that brink until they were ready for her to fall.

Brit turned his face against the inside of her leg and let his lips graze her flesh as he spoke, adding another level of teasing to her anticipation. “We control your body, darlin’. You won’t come until we’re ready for you to.”

Every inch of her satiny flesh quivered visibly at that. He enjoyed the sight of her excitement, of the way her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth as if she were concentrating on keeping the anticipation mounting even as her body demanded she beg for release.

“Please,” she whispered after a long moment. “Brit, please put your mouth on my pussy again.”

Brit smiled as he gave her what she requested, working her cunt into a frenzy of need and losing himself in her delicious taste once more. In seconds, her inner muscles were tightening around his tongue again, her body trembling, and soft moans of sheer pleasure rolling from her lips. He nearly stopped when he heard the words he and Trey required.

“Please, Brit, Trey, can I come. Oh, God. I’m about to come.”

“Then do it now, love.”

The words were no sooner out of Trey’s mouth, then juices were flowing freely into Brit’s. He lapped them up as Lena thrashed in their embrace, her strangled scream joining with the bird’s songs around them as she fell over the edge.

Trey pulled off his boots and set them aside as he watched Lena disappear beneath the surface in the pond.

“I guess I should thank you for bringing her home.”

Trey shot a glance at Brit and lifted a brow. “It’d be a nice change considering you decked me for it yesterday.”

Brit sat up on the blanket, dug into the picnic basket for the thermos of sweet tea, and drank deep. “I decked you for trying to pull one over on me. You didn’t have a right to force a counselor on me, bro.”

Trey shrugged and took another swig of the tea as Lena came up for air in the pond and dove again. “Probably not, but we do what Horace tells us to do, don’t we?”

“He tell you to pass her off as your girlfriend?”

Trey grinned as he put the lid back on the thermos. “That was my idea. I figured you’d let her get closer if you thought I was stepping in to claim her instead of telling you she was someone May had hired for the kitchen or something.” Brit shot him a look that told him he wasn’t buying it. “Yeah.” He chuckled. “That’s the line I fed her anyway.”

Brit grinned. “Killed two birds with one stone, I suppose. It got her where you wanted her and pissed me off enough I went after her, too.”

Trey pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the edge of the blanket. “Whatever works. We were getting pretty desperate. You can’t say she hasn’t done a lot in less than twenty-four hours. Hell, you’re talking to her, you not scowling every damn minute, and you’re finally out of that damn house.”

Brit nodded, his attention focused on the pond.
Lena chose that moment to break the surface of the pond and stay awhile. Water rained off her bare flesh, some drops staying behind to sparkle like tiny diamonds in the sunlight on her shoulders and breasts. She pushed her hair away from her face and tipped her head back. Only then did her eyes open. Her lips parted on a smile as she stared at the cloudless sky, watching the flock of birds fly by overhead.

“So she did her job faster than you expected,” Brit commented. “What happens now?”

Her job wasn’t over. Brit still had far too many emotions and memories he hadn’t set free, but Trey didn’t point that out. “I’m far from done with her, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“We broke a rule with her last night. Doesn’t matter the reason behind it or the fact that the two of you were out of the bed before I woke up.”

Trey had a feeling they were about to break every rule they’d ever made about spending time with a woman when it came to her. “She’s something special.” As if to prove his point, she
threw her arms out wide and spun in a circle. Her quietly delighted laugh floated to him on the air, making him grin. “I’m not scared to admit she’s getting to me more than I expected.”

Brit looked up at him. “You sure it ain’t just your cock she’s getting to?”

Trey lifted both brows as he stared down at him. “You sure it’s not just yours?”

Brit snorted. “Hell, she’s getting into my head, but that’s what you brought her here for, ain’t it? Might do you some good to let her in yours, too.”

“Hey.” Lena’s shout saved Trey from having to comment on that. “I thought you two were going to join me in here.”

“We’re on our way, sugar.” Trey unfastened his jeans and lowered his voice so only Brit would hear him as she shucked them down his legs. “She’s not like the other subs we’ve played with. She’s pretty quick to obey, but I get the feeling it causes her some kind of pain when she does and it’s not physical.”

“You thinking someone hurt her?”

“I don’t know. I’m thinking if someone did and I find out who, he’ll go into his grave with a permanent print of my hands around his damn throat.” He pulled off his briefs and tossed them and his jeans on top of his discarded shirt. “I’m also thinking there’s a sexy woman waiting for us in that pond and it’s my turn to get my hands on her.” He paused and glanced at Brit again. “You coming? This whole swim thing was your idea.”

“Yeah, but it got me what I wanted for now. I think I’ll hang back here on the bank and watch.”

* * * *

Holy mother of hormones. Lena’s gaze locked on Trey’s naked body as he sauntered toward the edge of the pond. She’d seen him without a shirt last night, but in the brightness of midafternoon, the sight of him fully naked sent her body in a whirlwind of wickedly excited, full-blown submission. She dragged her gaze over his latch-on-to-me-while-you-ride-me shoulders, skimmed it across his chest speckled with dark curls, and down his outrageously toned abdomen to the part of him she hadn’t been able to see last night.

His cock, every long, thick, hard inch of it, was simply delicious looking. She swallowed as her taste buds zinged. Everything about the man was devastating to a woman’s senses and damn if she could stop herself from enjoying the damage it was causing to her willpower.

“Something wrong, sugar?”

Her attention snapped to his handsome face and she noted the intensity swirling with amusement in his eyes as he waded through the pond on a direct course toward her. She dragged her gaze up,
focused on the trees high above his head, and did her damnedest to find her scruples among the lust that kept clogging her head.
“That shouldn’t have happened earlier.” She righted her head and dared to look at him again, forcing her gaze to stay on his face. Not that it helped. Even his face was enough to send her thoughts scrambling. “I was making good progress with him. Then I ruined it.”

He studied her as he closed in, stopping within arm’s reach, though he didn’t touch her. “What you did was get through to him. That’s the most I’ve heard him talk about the op since it happened.”

“I need to keep him talking and doing it like this isn’t the way to go.”

His arm latched around her waist beneath the water before she could make a move to walk by him. He pulled her in like a cowboy reeling in a roped calf, his grip equal in gentleness and strength.