It Takes Two (Blindfold Club #0.5) (3 page)

I whimpered and bobbed faster on Ben, like pleasing him would somehow earn me a reward from Scott, which I was desperate for. I needed him to touch me. I wanted him to taste me. Oh, God,
please
. . .

Wet velvet teased at my seam, parting me. Fuck, that tongue was going to turn me into liquid. I hollowed out my cheeks, sucking hard on the cock in my mouth, and my moan mingled to match Ben’s.

Scott’s tongue was ruthless, fucking me out of my mind. I shifted my hips back against his face, the stubble of his whiskers gritting against the inside of my thighs. A storm of electricity swirled low in my belly, its static slashing upward as my orgasm gathered strength.

Holy shit.

I had to pause to catch my breath, pulling Ben from my mouth as a finger sank inside me. Deep inside, stretching me. I moaned with his cock against my lips, “Yes.”

It was hard to concentrate when all I wanted to do was enjoy. Scott’s deliberate tempo and indecent tongue rattled every thought away, except for the one repeating:
come
. Over and over. I panted, one hand gripping Ben’s inner thigh and the other slowly stroking his cock, trying to stay on task.

“She really seems to like that,” Ben said, throwing his smug words over my head toward the man making me insane. I moaned, loud and long, in case they needed further proof. My nails dug into Ben’s skin as the orgasm closed in around me, making me search for something to hold on to.

Scott’s tongue fluttered on my clit, his finger driving hard and fast, hitting just the right spot.

“Shit,” I cried. “Oh my God. I’m gonna . . . I’m coming!”

Pleasure detonated inside and burst through my muscles, sending a wave of ecstasy that was so powerful I couldn’t breathe. My body seized and locked up, pulsing on the finger that remained inside. A final swipe of his tongue made me flinch, the pleasure so intense it was acute and verging on pain.

Ben’s fingers skimmed my forehead, brushing my hair out of my eyes so he could gaze at me while I struggled to recover. “Did you like coming all over his face, while sucking my hard cock?”

I nodded and shuddered with an aftershock, lost in his eyes that were as pitch-black as night. I held his stare while my shaky lips parted, slowly descending around him. The blood that rushed loudly through my ears began to slow and I matched its languid pace, fucking Ben with my mouth.

Scott’s lightly calloused palm closed on my hip, gently urging me to turn. His voice was soft and surprisingly sweet. “On your back, Nina.”

The juxtaposition of Ben’s dirty words against Scott’s careful ones couldn’t have been more perfect. It kept the fire burning in me even after my need for satisfaction had ebbed, hinting at a new swell on the horizon.

I rolled over until the sheets were cool against the flushed, heated skin of my back, and Ben moved, tucking his knees beneath him so both men towered over me. Being caught under their gazes was a web ensnaring my body, a power I was more than willing to submit to. Scott stood at the edge of the bed. He hooked his hands under my knees and slowly slid me across the mattress toward him, spreading my legs.

I swallowed a breath.

We wouldn’t be using condoms for the scene. All actors had to be screened and tested twice before committing to the shoot, and I’d had to prove I was using birth control. It was as safe as the situation could be, but it didn’t feel any less dangerous when Scott ran the length of his bare cock against my wet pussy.

Every muscle in me tensed. Ben was in my hand, his cock growing hard as steel when Scott gripped himself and positioned the tip at my entrance, readying to take me.

The man between my legs held an expression painted with desire, and he focused first on my eyes before sweeping his gaze down along my nude flesh, all the way to the tiny space separating us.

“Watch,” Scott said.

Holy.

Fuck
.

Chapter Four

The head of Scott’s cock disappeared as he slowly buried himself inside me, an uncomfortable and yet pleasurable stretch that went on forever. I gasped and arched my back, trying to watch, but the sensation was too much. Too full. Too good.

When he was fully seated inside, he gave me a moment to adjust. Ben’s fingers danced over my breast, tweaking a nipple, while his other hand urged me to stroke him faster. His attention seemed acutely tuned to what Scott was doing, and . . . was there a tiny flare of envy in his dark eyes?

“Oh my God.” I started to writhe as Scott moved his hips, grinding himself against my swollen clit. “Fuck me,” I whined. “Please, fuck me now.”

The smile that flashed across Scott’s lips was wicked victory, and he awarded me with his first thrust. A moan tore from my throat. Pinpricks of bliss tingled at the base of my spine as he found his rhythm, a mind-numbing pace to drive into me and rock the bed.

“Yeah, girl,” Ben said. “Fucking take that cock.”

I wasn’t sure which he meant, because he crept closer on his knees until he was against my shoulder, setting his cock on my lips. It didn’t matter, I was enjoying both men. The vibrations from Scott’s thrusts reverberated up my body, and I opened my mouth, sliding my lips along Ben’s thick, veiny shaft.

Were the cameras able to capture a fraction of how erotic this was? Did I look good with one man between my legs, fucking me while my tits bounced and my tongue wrapped around the cock of another man? Both of them had their hands on me then, one on each breast, massaging and pinching.

My moans built in urgency. Scott’s hips slammed against mine, and my fingers shot down to rub my clit, deepening my pleasure. A bead of sweat trickled down from his temple. It was hot under the lights, and hotter still from how he was fucking me. Hard, and deep. His chest heaved, and the air was punctuated by his gasps for breath, a byproduct of the intense physical exertion. The slide of him into my body, then out right to the edge, and plunging back in . . . it repeated endlessly.

His hands clasped tightly around my thighs, lifting me into each of his punishing thrusts. The force of it rammed my back into the mattress. Could he feel how badly he made my legs shake? God, watching him cranked up my own desire, and I wanted this to go on forever.

But it couldn’t.

There were two men, and no matter how I tried, I was sure my mouth and hand weren’t enough to satisfy my other partner.

I stared up at Ben, squeezing my hand like a vise around him. “You want to fuck this pussy?”

Scott pulled out and flung a finger at the bed, his gaze on Ben. “Lay down so she can ride you.”

It took Ben no time to comply. His head hit the pillows and he stroked himself, waiting for me expectantly while Scott helped me to my feet. But Scott’s arms locked around me, smashing my body to his at the same moment his lips crashed against mine in a kiss.

Whoa.

My head spun, totally unprepared for it. Kissing right in the middle of the scene? And
only
kissing? He gripped my ass while his tongue filled my mouth, claiming every inch, like he was possessing me. And the strangest thing of all about the impromptu kiss was the passion behind it. It felt . . . honest. Needy.

My eyes had to be impossibly wide as Scott drew away from my lips, one hand cradling my jaw, and his thumb brushed tenderly over my cheekbone. Well, there were my weak knees again. The corner of his mouth lifted in a disarming smile.

“You okay?” he whispered.

“Yeah.” My voice wavered, though. I wasn’t sure how to vocalize what I needed. “Can I have . . . more?”

Surprise washed over his handsome face, and the corner of his mouth twitched. He forced me to turn in his arms, pulling me back against his sweat-dampened chest, and there was nowhere else to look but at the man lying prone on the bed, waiting for me.

Scott whispered against the shell of my ear. “If it gets to be too much, tell me to make you come and I’ll know you want to stop.”

He released his hold at the same moment Ben offered a hand to me. Scott’s words echoed in my mind as I climbed on the bed. His concern over the next part of the scene, his genuine kiss . . . did he know what he was doing to me?

Ben grinned as I took his hand and climbed into his lap, positioning myself over him. He braced my hips and gently urged me down, his cock intruding.

“Oh, fuck yes.” The muscles along his jaw flexed like he was clenching his teeth. “Get that pussy on me.”

I gasped when he pulled down and impaled me on his hard dick. He didn’t give me time to catch my breath. The hands rocked my hips, guiding me to ride. I sat upright, palmed my breast, and then began to fuck him.

This was more of what I had expected. A show, although it felt far better than I’d thought it would. When his hand crushed my other breast, I arched my back and moaned, embellishing the performance.

“Yeah, so fucking good,” he moaned. Ben’s mouth was open, and he sucked in air while his black eyes seemed to study me, evaluating every reaction I made to his movements. His legs were spread and feet flat against the mattress so he could thrust up into me like a piston.

I rode him like that for a while, until I was panting and needed to adjust. So I leaned forward, putting my palms flat on Ben’s chest for leverage, and his legs relaxed, giving me room to work.

But a hand came down against my ass, causing me to jolt. It hadn’t hurt, but the surprise of it made me pause and turn to Scott, a tiny yelp falling from my lips. He’d vanished from the scene when I’d gotten on top, but now he sat beside us on the bed. His palm remained against my cheek and the burn lingered, but he rubbed it softly.

“You’re right,” he said to the other man. “She does have a fuckable ass.”

Scott’s fingers skated over my skin, dipping down between my cheeks, and even though I’d implied it, my heart lurched into my chest. There was a clear squeeze bottle in his other hand. Lube.

The pads of his fingers probed as he seemed to gauge my comfort level with anal. The orgasms it gave me were epic, but . . . I’d never had full double-penetration. I was excited, and nervous, but I had a way out if I needed it. This had been what Scott meant when he’d whispered in my ear.

Ben’s cock was throbbing inside me and I continued to squirm on it while Scott moved to kneel behind us. His fingers lifted my cheek to the side, and cold liquid dripped down, gliding through my crevice.

There was a thump as the bottle fell to the bed, and the fingers of both of Scott’s strong hands fanned out on my ass, then curled, digging in. He urged me to ride faster, which I did. I gripped at Ben’s sweaty chest as I kept up the fast pace, and one of Scott’s hands began to move, creeping inward. Two fingers glided to my center and pressed firmly on my other entrance.

“Oh,” I cried when he gained access. It was shocking and dirty, and my eyes wanted to roll back into my head from how good it felt. Ben wrapped his hands on my biceps, bracing me.

“You look like you need another cock inside you.” God, Ben’s mouth turned me on. The muscles inside my pussy clenched on him and I watched his pupils dilate in reaction. His face had a faint sheen of sweat and lust.

“Yes,” I moaned, barely intelligible. It was indecent fucking one man while another possessed me this way, and it felt better than anything ever.

Scott’s other hand went to my shoulder, and the fingers in my ass retreated. Seconds later, the tip of his cock was right there. He squeezed his hold, fingers brushing my jaw, and I looked over my shoulder at him, filled with anxiety.

The lights cast a glow around him, but I could see well enough. He looked fucking gorgeous, but his expression was serious. “Deep breath and don’t move.”

Beneath me, Ben went rigid. Scott’s hand on my shoulder coursed down over my trembling back, following the line of my spine, until it moved to settle on a hip. He seemed to be waiting for something.

I filled my lungs with air, and only then did he start to press into me.

“Oh, oh, oh . . .” Oh my God! It was a burning, stretching sensation—one I wasn’t entirely sure I liked. I felt overwhelmed. Full beyond reason. Scott’s gaze never left mine as he pushed deeper into my ass. I was sure he was expecting any second for me to tell him to make me come.

“Jesus,” Ben groaned. Even without movement, he seemed to be enjoying it. His fingers bit into my arms, distracting me from my discomfort. Fuck, Scott’s cock was huge. My body was shuddering violently, but—

“Fuck.” I spat it out, unable to find any other word, because Scott began to move, and sensations shifted. Displeasure turned on its side and tumbled into enjoyment.

My curse word was a starting pistol on the men. Scott’s hands clamped on my waist and he withdrew, only to sink back into me. The fiery body beneath me stretched up, pushing inside with slow, shallow strokes.

“Yes,” I cried.

Scott moved a little faster, a little deeper, finding a tempo. He lifted his foot and placed it flat on the mattress to give him a better stance.

“Yes, yes, yes . . .” I chanted it, speeding my rhythm as Scott did his.

“It’s so fucking tight.” Ben’s eyes slammed shut and his mouth rounded as he exhaled loudly. “Oh, fuck.”

I’d never felt so dominated. These men using my body simultaneously for their pleasure, but also mine . . . I fucking loved it. My moans built in a crescendo until they bordered on screams, but I’d lost all control. I hovered right at the edge as Ben’s body rubbed my clit, filled my pussy, and Scott fucked my ass, sending my nerves into overdrive.

An inferno of need and heat smothered me, and my fingers clawed at the sheets, gripping them furiously. Scott’s hands clamped on my waist and clenched so hard it was at the edge of pain, but his movement held the same effect his tongue had given me earlier. Only one thought, one need in my mind.

Come, come, come . . .

That was when the orgasm took me. My heart stopped, my breath stuck in my lungs, and for a moment, I couldn’t vocalize how good it felt. My ability to do anything was obliterated.

A final thrust from Scott restarted me, and I screamed in ecstasy. The shattering, falling-apart sensation stormed through my bloodstream, and bliss thundered behind it, wiping everything out.