Iron Cross: The Dartmouth Cobras #6 (30 page)

Raif cupped her cheek, his eyes hooded as he nodded. “I have. You’d be proud of how well he performed.”

“I might not be as easily impressed as you are.” She moved to sit beside Raif, then crooked her finger at Tyler. “Put the coffee on the table, boy. Kneel right there.”

Tyler spilled some of the coffee over his hands, but after he’d set the coffee mugs down, he quickly dried his hands on his pajama pants and knelt where she’d told him to, right between Raif’s knees.

Laura hadn’t moved, but her shocked expression didn’t concern Chicklet. She had two mugs in her own hands, but Chicklet wanted to see if her girl would use her brain and put them down without being asked. Laura could wait to join in the fun—not really a punishment, but fair play as far as Chicklet was concerned. The girl had tried to manipulate the men for her own gain. Why not let her see the end results?

With practiced ease, Chicklet undid Raif’s pants and pulled out his long, thick dick, stroking the soft, smooth length while watching Tyler’s face. He looked nervous and turned on all at once. She might’ve guessed the second he decided to go for it with Raif, there’d be nothing off limits. But he probably wasn’t sure about “performing” in front of her and Laura.

And she’d have none of that. She put two fingers under his chin. “I want to share a little secret with you, my angel. When I’m all alone, without my pets to pleasure me, I enjoy watching gay porn. Sometimes woman on woman, but they never live up to what I can do myself. But two men? That’s fucking hot.” She pressed her thumb to his bottom lip, growing wet already just picturing him taking Raif’s dick deep into that sweet mouth. “I want the two of you to ruin the last bit of porn I like, make it pathetic compared to just closing my eyes and picturing you on your knees for Raif. Nothing I’ve made you do has ever been this depraved, has it?” She smiled when he shook his head, not enough to move away from her fingers, but enough for her to feel it. “I’m just getting started, boy.”

Tyler opened his mouth wider to circle her thumb with his tongue, the edges of his lips curving as he glanced from her to Raif. Naughty, naughty boy. He wouldn’t tell her it was okay, but he’d been clear enough. She moved her hand from his face and fisted the other in his hair.

Raif’s hand covered the one she had in Tyler’s hair, and he made a low sound of pleasure as Tyler’s lips wrapped around the head of his cock. Together they held Tyler down, letting him up so very slowly. He shifted a little as he tried to adapt to the lack of air. Chicklet slid her hand to his cheek as Raif tugged him up. He gasped, his lips glistening with saliva, his eyes already glazed as he released every ounce of control to them.

There was tenderness in the way Raif handled him, even though he made Tyler take him a little deeper every time, holding him down a little longer. He made soft sounds of approval when Tyler managed to take him in almost all the way without gagging. His eyes pressed shut when Tyler released him and moved lower to suck on his balls. Chicklet groaned even as Raif did, her cunt tightening around the emptiness that was getting almost unbearable. She was feverish with arousal and she refused to wait any longer, no matter how hot watching the two of them was.

“Bring me a condom, my girl.” Chicklet looked at Laura then, happy to see her girl was kneeling a few feet away from them, the peaceful expression on her face betrayed only by the rosy red high on her cheeks. For a woman who wasn’t often turned on by men,
she was getting off on the show. It took Laura longer than usual to register the command and rise to her feet. She almost tripped over the coffee table on the way to the hall. But Chicklet would give her some credit for returning so quickly. “Ask nicely if Master Raif would mind you putting it on for him.”

Laura nibbled her bottom lip. Knelt beside Tyler, holding up the golden condom wrapper. “May I, Sir?”

“You may, pet.” Raif tugged Tyler up again so Laura could roll the condom over his dick. “You learn quickly,
zlato moje
. I almost feel selfish limiting you to sucking only my dick since you do it so well.”

Tyler’s eyes widened. Chicklet laughed and patted his cheek. “You’re in for it now, angel. Your man isn’t greedy. I can just see you now, surrounded by men while they each take their turn with you.”

The idea made her even hotter, but Tyler paled a little and shook his head. “I couldn’t. That—”

“I’ve seen that particular porn, Chicklet.” Raif chuckled and ruffled Tyler’s hair. “No gang bangs in your future, Ty. But perhaps I’ll gift you to one friend if the idea doesn’t scare you.”

Scowling, Tyler pushed back to sit on the floor, bracing his hands behind him. “I ain’t scared.”

“We negotiate politely, boy.” Chicklet stood and pulled off her shirt, then her bra, refusing to let her boy’s temper spoil her fun. “That wasn’t a no. A proper answer would be ‘Yes, Sir, I would love to have one of your friends fuck my mouth.’”

Lips parted, Tyler stared at her.

Chicklet shrugged as she pushed her jeans down, then kicked them off. She straddled Raif, smoothing her hands over his hair as she teased him with shallow kisses, laughing into his mouth. “We’ll work on his manners. But I want that shit recorded.”

“So crass, woman.” Raif bit her bottom lip as he cupped her ass in his hands. “You still have not told me what you want from me now.”

Arching back, grateful for the strength in her legs as she held herself in place to position him with one hand, Chicklet met his eyes and grinned. “I want you to sit there, exactly like this, while I use you to get off. I told you I’d fuck you.”

Raif wrapped an arm around her waist, parting his knees to spread her thighs farther, setting her off-balance so only his arm kept her from falling. He bared his teeth in a ruthless smile. “And you thought I would simply let you?”

He thrust up into her and she put her hands on his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh and allowing him to take control.

For a little while, anyway.

* * * *

Raif held Chicklet tight, pistoning up hard and rough, already sensing the shift in power as her body tightened around him, from her hands with their wicked nails gouging his shoulders, to her blazing hot pussy. Her legs were strong and she quickly changed the pace, undulating her body and taking him shallowly until he loosened his grip, then so deep he almost came from the fist-tight hold of her body around his dick.

Their fucking was a lot like play fighting, just as likely to leave accidental injuries, but less likely to get out of hand. Control slipped away from him, returning seconds later, always close enough to satisfy him. He’d never played with a Domme before because the very idea of submitting made his cock soft. But he could see himself kneeling for Chicklet as her subs did. Only, he would be doing it to lift her beautiful pussy to his lips and drive her completely out of her mind.

Probably the only way possible, because she never let go for long, never gave in to him completely. Even when he fucked her harder, feeling her so close to falling over the edge, she would clamp down on him and kiss him until he was the one slipping.

She let out a low moan, circling her hips and running her hands over his chest. “I want you, Tyler. Fuck me like Raif will fuck you.”

Jebi ga!
Raif latched on to her hips, holding her still as he watched Tyler leave the room. The very idea of fucking Chicklet
with
Tyler had almost set him off, but he forced himself to calm down, think of anything but how tight Chicklet would be with both of them inside her. How Tyler would feel moving in and out, so very close.

Laura. Raif took a deep breath and glanced over at her for distraction, where she was kneeling quietly at the other side of the coffee table as though she’d be content to wait all night for them to include her. Or not.

Perhaps this was how Chicklet wanted the night to go. Some kind of punishment for what Laura had tried to do. Only…he doubted that was the case. Chicklet hadn’t confronted Laura because she believed there was a reason for Laura’s actions. Breathing hard, he stroked Chicklet’s sweat-slicked back, relieved that she’d chosen to wait for Tyler as well. So far he’d let Chicklet call all the shots with his—with
their
boy.

Should he behave as though Laura belonged to him as well? He could ask, but since when did he need permission from anyone? His lips curved as he kissed Chicklet’s shoulder. She tasted salty and sweet, the contrast no different than everything about her. A strong woman, powerful, at times gentle, loving and protective.

If she didn’t want him to toy with Laura, she would tell him so. He cleared his throat roughly, giving Laura a level look when she startled. “Strip, girl. I want you on the sofa with us, close enough for me to play with your beautiful body.”

He tensed as she glanced at Chicklet, as though for confirmation that she should do as he said, but Chicklet’s lips thinned as she gazed down at her sub. “He has a bit of an accent, but I do believe his English is fairly easy to understand.”

“Of course. I’m sorry, Mistress. Sir.” Laura scrambled to her feet, quickly regaining her composure as she eased her nightshirt up over her head. She draped it over the table, then slid her hands down her sides and hooked her thumbs to her panties, drawing them down her hips, slow and sensual. She came to the sofa and reclined, one knee bent on the cushion, her other foot on the floor, leaving her glistening wet pussy completely open for both her Mistress’s and Raif’s pleasure.

Raif ran a finger down from her belly to her slit, sliding his finger into her, then drawing it out and bringing it to Chicklet’s lips. He watched her suck Laura’s juices from his finger, his dick throbbing painfully as she savored every last drop.

With her eyes hooded, Chicklet released his finger. “More.”

Using two fingers this time, Raif teased Laura until she was squirming, her hips rising as though she couldn’t get enough. He worked another finger in, pressed in deep, then withdrew all three to let Chicklet enjoy licking them clean. He kissed Chicklet even as he finger-fucked Laura, catching Chicklet’s tongue with his teeth to get the last of the rich flavor of Laura’s pussy.

By the time Tyler returned, with Chicklet’s whole toy bag, Raif and Chicklet were moving restlessly against one another and Laura was struggling to keep still as Raif absently rubbed her clit with his thumb.

“Hurry, boy!” Chicklet bit Raif’s shoulder, bucking her hips and breathing hard. “I won’t come until you’re inside me. I need you.”

Tyler dropped to his knees behind Chicklet, and Raif could tell he was preparing her, but he hardly noticed as Laura went still. Those three words had reached through her lust-filled daze, and Raif could sense her mentally pulling away from them all. Which he would not tolerate.

“Spread
open wider for me, my pretty little slut.” Raif kept his tone steady even as he felt Tyler pressing into Chicklet. “Relax, because I need to know how much you can take.”

“She can take my fist.” Chicklet spoke softly, but still loud enough for them all to hear. “Be gentle, but I want to see your hand inside her while you’re fucking me. While my boy is—oh God, Tyler. Just like that!”

Fisting wasn’t something that should be done without preparation, but knowing Laura had done it before made Raif want to try. He curved his arm around Chicklet and Tyler to hold the boy still. Met Tyler’s eyes over Chicklet’s shoulder. “I need a glove. And the lube.”

Tyler shuddered as he reached down. He handed Raif a fresh glove and a bottle of the lube, his gaze locked on Laura.

Laura wrapped one arm under one knee, spreading her legs as far as she could as Raif pulled on the glove and covered it generously with lube. He worked four fingers in her and moved them steadily to loosen her up.

And Chicklet began riding him. Gasping as Tyler slammed into her. And it was all Raif could do to keep his fingers moving as his mind went blank and pure fucking ecstasy took over. He heard Tyler shout as he found his release. Chicklet cursed as she dropped down hard
, her cunt spasming around his pulsing dick. The earth shattered around him, completely unstable, aftershocks leading to another fierce quake, as though it would never end. Every muscle in his body went hard as he came, and he pressed his eyes shut as flashes of light spotted his vision. His strength spilled onto the unstable ground he couldn’t even feel under his feet anymore. If he stood, he knew he’d drop down into a bottomless pit. Not that he could stand anytime soon.

Before the reality that the earth was still whole had even returned, Chicklet was moving away from him, freed from his body and Tyler’s. Unsteady, but determined, she gestured Tyler to the other end of the sofa as he stumbled back. “Hold her wrists.”

Raif tried to catch up with the shift, but it took him what seemed an eternity to figure out why Tyler was restraining Laura while Chicklet closed her lips over Laura’s clit. Close to his hand.

His hand. He focused on Laura as her soft whimpers finally broke through his well-sated stupor. She took four fingers easily. He tucked his thumb in and pressed until his knuckles strained against her pussy. Suddenly, he wanted nothing more
than for her to take his hand into her. He pressed harder, watching her face as tears spilled down her cheeks.

“Tell me if it’s too much, Laura. I don’t want to hurt you.” Yet, the gasp of pain she let out had his dick, raw from being used so roughly, twitching with arousal. He’d try not to hurt her, but part of him knew she’d enjoy a bit of pain. “You have a safeword.”