Mastered: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender (100 page)

“One thing I will say though is that if I hadn’t left, if I hadn’t been forced to move on, I wouldn’t have found Midnight Ink.” She stepped away from Ian and Rafe and looked down at the ink on her arms. “I had only a few small ones when I met you and now I’m inked all over. I love it. I love my job and who I get to help daily. I love the family that I’ve made. So yes, what happened sucked. God, that’s not even a good word for it. What happened shattered everything I thought I had and needed, but I grew up because of it. Each step I’ve taken has made me stronger and made me…Sassy. I love who I am, boys, and I’m not going to change that. What I will say though is this, who I am needs the two of you.” At least for right now. She couldn’t think beyond that or it would be too much.

Ian growled slightly and moved closer, Rafe on his tail. “This ink?” His finger traced her arm again and a shudder ripped through her at the promise of what was to come. “I want to see it all over. I want to see everything, Sassy. I want everything. That might make me a selfish man, but remember, I’m a Steele. I’m used to getting what I want.”

Rafe’s hand went down her back and cupped her ass. She moaned and rocked into him. “I might not be a Steele, but I know what I want too. I want you both. What happened is in the past and we’re here now. We’re going to move on together. You get me?”

She turned to face him and nodded. Oh yeah, she got him.

“Now you know where I’m at and where I’ve been,” she said, knowing their time for talking was drawing to a close.

Thank God.

With a wicked grin, she took Ian’s tie in one hand, and gripped Rafe’s shirt in the other. “I think it’s time for talking to be over. I’m not in the mood to go out today. Do you two have a better idea?”

She looked between the two men as their gazes heated and a little growl escaped.

“Oh yeah,” Ian whispered.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Rafe growled.

This is what she wanted right then. Them. Her. No clothes. And a night filled with just the right amount of passion.

This.

Chapter Five

Sassy licked her lips, loving the way both men’s eyes darkened as their breathing became ragged. It had always been like this, hot, heady, and ready for anything. Her nipples tightened and her stomach fluttered thinking about what was to come. With two men, she never knew who would go first and set the stage.

Both Ian and Rafe had always been dominant in bed, but not Doms in the same sense that her friend’s men were. They knew how she wanted it and gave it to her…after a tease or two. What she didn’t know was which man would take charge first.

Ian and Rafe glanced at each other, as if having an unspoken conversation—hopefully deciding on what she’d just been thinking about. Rafe nodded and Sassy sucked in a breath as Ian took two steps toward her and reached around her head, wrapping her long hair around his fist three times.

She panted as he pulled, letting her head fall back so she could stare at him, wanting more.

“Mine,” he whispered, then crushed his mouth to hers.

She moaned as his lips pressed against hers, his teeth nipping at them. She opened for him, his tongue tangling with hers. He tasted of mint and coffee, the taste mingling with her own. He tugged on her hair again, the sharp sting shooting right to her pussy.

“Don’t forget me,” Rafe said, his voice husky.

Ian pulled his lips from her and tugged on her hair again, this time forcing her gaze to Rafe. The act of Ian controlling her kiss with Rafe made her want to come right there. She loved it when they went all badass with her…and with each other.

Rafe cupped her face, then gently lowered his head. His kiss was soft, tempting, where Ian’s had been fire and heat—so different from the personas both men showed the world. She closed her eyes, tasting his dark sweetness as she rocked into him and Ian at the same time, their bodies so close to her and each other, making it easy.

Ian pulled her away and brought his lips to hers again. She licked his lips and nibbled, loving the way both men’s tastes mixed on her tongue, the heady combination reminding her that she’d missed this, that she’d
craved
this.

Both men took turns kissing her, their hands roaming her back, cupping her ass. She got lost in the moment, not knowing how much time had passed before they both pulled away and turned to each other.

No matter how hot it was to have them kiss her, it made her hotter to watch these two men go at each other. Their moans echoed in the kitchen as their kiss deepened. As rough as they were with her sometimes, they were so much more demanding with each other.

Hot. As. Hell.

She licked her lips again, watching and feeling part of their heat even if no one was touching her. Well, if
they
weren’t going to touch her…

Her fingers brushed her nipples and she gasped, the sensation of that gentle brush rocking her. Damn, she was turned on and knew they had a hell of a lot more to do before she’d be sated.

She cupped her breasts, palming the large mounds while pinching her nipples. Her body swayed as she rubbed her legs together, needing the friction so she could come. If she could have just a little orgasm, she’d be able to go slow with her men.

As if they’d heard her thoughts, Rafe and Ian pulled away from each other and faced her.

“Trying to make yourself come without us?” Ian asked, his voice deep with need, his lips wet and swollen from their kisses.

“We should be taking better care of you,
cariña
,” Rafe rumbled, his honey eyes dark with intent and promise.

Ian tilted his head. “Since she’s been playing with herself, maybe we should let her continue. She doesn’t need us, does she?”

She narrowed his eyes. “Hey, stop it with the
I’m a bastard
motif, sugar. You know I can make myself come but right now I want both of you to do it for me. It’s only right.”

Ian grinned but she wasn’t sure she was about to get what she wanted. He always made her wait until it was the best possible. So while she hated him while she was squirming, she loved him when he filled her.

Tricky bastard.

“What do you want, Sassy?” Ian asked.

She licked her lips and glanced down at his erection tenting his pants then saw the matching one in Rafe’s. As much as she wanted to come right there, what she
really
wanted was to taste her men.

“You,” she whispered.

Ian grinned and Rafe chuckled. “On your knees, baby.” He held out his hand and she placed her own in it as she knelt down in front of him.

Her breath quickened as she undid Ian’s belt and undid his pants. While some women might hate it, she loved sucking cock. She loved having the power even though Ian and Rafe usually set the pace for her.
She
was the one giving them pleasure, and just the thought of it made her wet as hell.

Because when she was done with them, they’d reciprocate in the best way imaginable.

As quickly as possible, she pulled down his boxer briefs enough so she could grip his cock. He filled her hand, hot, hard, and ready for her mouth. Not wanting to leave Rafe out, she pressed a kiss to Ian’s cock, then undid Rafe’s pants.

Ian pulled at her hair, fisting it as he had before while Rafe held her shoulder. She pulled Rafe out of his pants and licked the crown while she wrapped her hand around the base of Ian’s shaft.

She hadn’t had a threesome since she’d been with Ian and Rafe, but the dexterity it took to pleasure them both at the same time apparently had never gone away.

With one last wink at her men, she got down to business, licking up Rafe’s length, before doing the same to Ian’s. Both men moaned and she smiled before sucking on the head of Ian’s cock, letting her tongue brush the seam. He bucked into her mouth and she put her hand on his hip to keep him steady. She pulled away slightly to look up at him.

“Let me taste you both first before you fuck my mouth.”

“I love that dirty mouth of yours,” Rafe said and she rolled her eyes.

She went back to what she was doing and licked the drop of pre-cum on the tip of Ian’s dick before doing the same to Rafe’s. She held both of their cocks in her hands and she gripped them hard, rolling her wrists slightly as she pulled upward so she could glide along their lengths. Ian’s dick was slightly longer with a curve to the left that hit a spot right inside her that used to make her eyes cross when he fucked her hard. Rafe’s was thicker and stretched her in a sexy as fuck way whenever he pushed that meaty cock inside of her.

Damn, she’d missed these two.

Rafe cupped her cheek and grinned. “Let me watch you take Ian, Sass. Then you can have me. I love it when you suck on his balls when you go down on him.”

She held back the moan in her throat then nodded before turning to Ian. Because she knew Rafe—and Ian—loved it, she pushed his cock up to his belly and sucked on his balls. She rolled one on her tongue, moved to the other and did the same. She could feel Ian’s dick throb as she sucked, so she repeated the process. When she couldn’t take it anymore—and had a feeling Ian was feeling the same—she moved to suck Ian down in one movement. His gasp of need and surprise was music to her ears. She pulled back, eager to continue once she found her breath.

“Let me help you,” Rafe said and she looked up to see him standing behind Ian. He gripped the base of Ian’s shaft and held it up to her lips.

She grinned, then sucked Ian down again. Ian’s hand tightened in her hair and she froze, letting her jaw widen. With Rafe’s help directing, Ian fucked her mouth. When he pulled out, she rolled her tongue, then swallowed on the tip as he sank to the back of her throat.

“Jesus,” Ian grunted, but didn’t stop moving his hips.

She hollowed her cheeks and hummed, looking up to see Ian’s hand resting on Rafe’s shoulder. Whenever her mouth would leave his dick, Rafe’s hand would squeeze and run along his length.

Finally, Ian pulled away, his dick still hard since he hadn’t come, and moved out of the way. Rafe stood there, his cock jutting out. She licked down his length as Ian came around behind her. She looked over and grinned as he shucked his clothes.

“What are you doing back there?” she purred.

Ian chuckled then gripped her shoulders. “Suck him off, then I’m going to eat that pretty pussy of yours, darling.”

Well, that sounded like a plan.

She swallowed Rafe whole, bobbing her head up and down as she set the pace this time. Ian’s hands came from around her waist as he knelt behind her. He cupped her breasts through her bra and pinched her nipples—hard.

She gasped around Rafe’s cock as Ian pinched even harder and twisted slightly. The pain made her pussy ache, ready for either of their cocks, but she knew she would have to wait. She increased the pace, wanting to make Rafe lose control.

Ian’s hands left her breasts only to go to Rafe’s thighs. The sight of his strong hands on Rafe’s even stronger legs almost made her come, but she held back. Ian rolled Rafe’s balls in his hand as she hollowed her cheeks to suck him harder.

Rafe pulled back and she blinked up at him while resting on Ian’s shoulder.

“I’m with Ian, here,
carina
, as much as I want to come down that pretty throat of yours, I’d rather make you come around my cock first.”

She licked her lips, the salty taste of both men lingering. “Whatever you say.”

Ian chuckled against her as he kissed her neck. “I like the sound of that.”

Before she could blink, she found herself standing, both men pulling off her clothes, and then she was on her back on the kitchen island with Ian’s head between her legs.

“Ian!” she gasped at the first swipe of his tongue. He licked and nibbled along her slit before honing in on her clit. She rocked her body against his face, wanting more.

“Let Ian taste you, Sassy,” Rafe whispered as he pushed down on her hips, giving Ian more control.

She tried to keep her eyes from rolling to the back of her head, but it was damn hard with Ian licking her up like a cat with cream. It was even harder when Rafe sucked on one nipple, pinching the other with his nimble fingers. He bit down on the bud while he rolled the other and she came against Ian’s face and around the two fingers he’d pumped into her.

Their names left her lips on a scream as they kept up their attack, not relenting until she found herself cresting another wave. She’d only ever had so many orgasms at once with these two and she thanked God some things never changed.

Her body went limp even though she still wanted to feel them both inside her. She felt Ian lift her up into his arms and carry her to the L-shaped couch with the deep cushions that were perfect for two people to cuddle on comfortably.

All three of them were soon naked and Ian was between her legs as she lay on her back so she was splayed out for them both. Ian stood over her, bending so he could reach her legs while Rafe stood behind him. Rafe reached around Ian’s body and rolled a condom over his cock and Sassy about swallowed her tongue.

No matter how hot she thought she was with either of them, she loved watching them together because it made their heat rise even more. It might make her a dirty, dirty Sassy, but she didn’t care.

She fucking loved it.

Ian turned to the side and she caught something that hadn’t been there the last time they’d made love.

“Is that ink on your back?” she asked.

Rafe’s eyes widened and he went behind Ian. “Holy shit, it’s the Irish trinity. Dude. That’s fucking gorgeous.”

Sassy gave a watery smile. “You have a trinity on your back. Let me see?”

Ian gripped his dick, but turned for her.

God, it was beautiful. Heavy and dark, the three parts of the trinity were interwoven and carved in Gaelic. It was amazing.

The fact that he’d done that
after
they were broken up was telling, but she couldn’t talk about that now. Not when she wanted him inside her.

Now.

“Ready?” Ian asked, his voice strained.

“Always,” she whispered then moaned as Ian sank into her inch by agonizing inch.