Naughty Wishes 4: Soul (23 page)

“They look pretty widely spaced out, but that’s because they’ll get a lot bigger over the next few hours. You can touch it lightly, but try not to touch it too much during that period.” Grant picked up her hand to rest her fingertips on the
G
representing Geoff’s name. Grant’s grip was surprisingly firm and strong.

“You can look at them to your heart’s content, beautiful bird. He looks like he spends a lot of time in the sun. Even when they start to fade, they’ll remain lighter than his natural tan, so you’ll see it show up that way for quite a while.”

He gave them the rundown on the safety tips to keep it uninfected, and then he was turning to another knot of customers. They’d drawn an audience, people wanting to watch Chris be branded, and several now took advantage of Grant’s services.

Sam wanted to touch the brands again, but mindful of Grant’s warning about overdoing it, she settled for just looking at them. “I should pay for the bird,” she told Geoff. “That one was more for me.”

Geoff shook his head. “No. It’s proof that you’re his as much as mine, something I particularly want him to remember.”

Chris gave him an inscrutable look, then tilted his head to look down at her. “Like it?” he said.

She nodded and watched his lips tighten in reaction as Geoff touched the
G
with a brief fingertip. When Chris lifted his gaze to meet Geoff’s, heat flashed between them.

“I think it’s time to go home,” Geoff said. “I want to be alone with you both.”

***

They had her step back into her skirt and Geoff wrapped the shawl around her shoulders before they left the building. Chris had changed back into street clothes, though she expected they wouldn’t have any problem getting him to wear that scintillating outfit again, now that he’d seen firsthand how much she and Geoff had enjoyed him in it.

Geoff or Chris always opened the car door for her before getting in their own seats. This time, when they went into the parking lot, Chris touched her arm, holding her in place as he took the backseat, pulled off his shirt so it wasn’t chafing the brand and then drew her back there to sit on his lap. He pulled the belt over both of them, Geoff reaching in from the other side to help to fasten it. It pressed into the corset and against her shoulder, holding her closer to Chris’s bare chest. His hands slid down her thighs, helping her adjust. She made a little noise as he pressed her against his groin, and she saw the flash of Geoff’s teeth.

“Got a couple of lumps in that seat, Samantha Beth?”

“Comfort is overrated,” she said, rotating her hips against Chris playfully and earning a grunt from him. Geoff undid the mask, sliding it from her face and combing his fingers through her hair to loosen it from its binding. He brought it tumbling down on her bare shoulders. Chris rubbed his face in it as he liked to do, and Sam dropped her head back against the passenger window as he removed the shawl and kissed the rise of her breasts.

“There’s our girl,” Geoff said. He got into the front seat and turned over the ignition. “Keep her occupied, Chris.”

“Gladly.” Guiding her arm around his neck, Chris speared her with a look that sent tingles from her nape to the base of her spine. “Guess I’ll have to figure out ways to keep you moving like that.” Wrapping his hand in her hair, he held her head back forcibly and began to feast on her throat, working his mouth along her jugular, down to the meeting point between the collarbones, along the sternum and then back to the pillow of her breasts, his tongue curling inside the corset to find her nipple.

“Oh God . . .” She clutched his shoulder. It seemed like she’d been in an edgy state of arousal for hours now, a state that surged to the forefront as he played with her nipples with his tongue, teased her skin with his mouth, all the way home. She writhed and squirmed, his damp, muscled skin pressed against her. She was panting, moaning, pleading, but neither man took mercy on her. Geoff was even humming as he was driving, something Mr. Road Rage never did. Maybe she’d recommend having her in an erotic frenzy every time he drove to keep his mind off of homicidal behavior. Another sacrifice she was willing to make.

She didn’t care who might be looking in at the stoplights, trying to see what they were doing. “Please . . .”

Chris shook his head and lifted his face. “I like you like this. I’m beginning to get why it makes Geoff hard and hot. So be quiet and just take it.”

Wow. He didn’t say it mean, but his unrelenting tone had her shuddering in his grip. She could feel Geoff’s attention, sharpening on them when Chris got tough like that. Their desires were like blades closing in on both sides, and she welcomed the edges.

They pulled into the driveway. She wasn’t sure she’d make it into the house on her own, but she didn’t need to worry about that. Geoff came around to open their door. Chris unbuckled the seat belt and lifted her into Geoff’s grasp. Her Master steadied her on her feet and put a proprietary hand on her ass, holding her there.

“You getting all worked up with her behind my back just makes me want to kick your ass and then ram into it. You know that, don’t you?”

Chris tossed him a challenging look. “Maybe I’ll do it to you first. And then take her while you’re figuring out how to walk.”

Geoff bared his teeth, but she saw the light in his eyes, reflected in Chris’s grin. “Big talk. Inside,” Geoff said.

Geoff picked Sam up and carried her up the driveway as Chris preceded them, opening the door. Once inside, Geoff put her down on a chair in their living room with deliberate gentleness. He lifted her hand and kissed it. “Just one moment,” he promised her.

He turned, caught Chris by the shoulders and slammed him up against the wall, making her gasp. In the next second, he was kissing him just as ravenously as Chris had kissed her. Sam tucked her knees beneath her and pivoted on the chair so she could watch them, her fingers curled in the top cushion. All the evening’s stimulation was culminating into this, charging the room with an explosive heat that radiated among all three of them, reckless, careless and radical emotions charging the air.

Chris fought and reversed their positions, pushing Geoff against the wall, his hands wandering hungrily over him, ripping the black dress shirt open as Geoff half laughed, half cursed against his mouth. He put his hand on Chris’s shoulder, half covering the brand, but immediately realized where he was and shifted his touch. Sam was strangely overwhelmed, seeing that studied gesture of care inserted into the animal desire between them.

Geoff straight-armed Chris. “Get out of your clothes, all of them.” Pushing him away, he moved into the kitchen, pulled out one of the sturdy chairs and pointed to it. “And sit your ass there.”

Chris’s gaze was all sensual fire, but he shed the jeans, underwear and shoes. Geoff had plans for her as well. “Lose the skirt and the panties, Samantha Beth. Leave the stockings, shoes and corset. Then come over here.”

She came to him, every inch of her sizzling with awareness, aching for contact. Geoff unhooked the corset and unwrapped it from her body. Tossing it to the side, he left her in only the heels and thigh-high stockings.

“With the shoes or without?” He cocked a brow at Chris.

Chris had taken a seat in the chair, thighs spread, cock erect and against his belly, his arms crossed. He took his time examining her before answering Geoff, gaze sliding over the high heels, up her legs to her hips and mons, her stomach, breasts, shoulders and waiting face. “Without. She’s hot as hell like that, but my favorite way of having her is just as our girl. Our Sam.”

“Agreed. Take hold of yourself, stroke your dick.”

Chris’s gaze shifted to him. “For her or you?”

“Does it matter?” Geoff’s brow lifted.

“No. Except I like to hear it’s making you just as crazy as you two are making me.”

“If you have any doubts about that, I’m about to clear that up in a way that you’ll feel for a few days.” Geoff flashed a wicked grin. Taking Sam’s arm, he held her in place and waited pointedly until Chris clasped his cock and began to pump it. While doing that, Chris hooked his elbow over the back of the chair, a casual, sexy look enhanced by the kindling gaze he fixed on them.

Geoff bent to whisper in her ear. “Watching him do that, what do you want, Sam?”

“Him inside me. Now.”

“Yeah. Ask me for that. And you better look at your Master when you beg.”

She expected he knew just how difficult it was to tear her attention from what Chris was doing. “Please, Master. I need him.”

“You sure as hell do. I can smell how aroused you are.” He propelled her over to Chris. With that effortless strength they both did so well, he lifted her to straddle Chris’s lap. Chris held his cock with one hand, gripping her buttock with the other, and he and Geoff together slid her down on his length in a decisive, penetrating lock that had her gasping, letting out a little cry of pleasure and discomfort at once because of his size.

“Easy there, sweetheart.” Geoff helped her adjust, then left her with Chris’s arms securely around her body, moving her in a slow rise and fall. Stepping back, Geoff stripped. “Bring her back, Chris.”

As Chris lowered her backward, hands at her waist, Geoff took her down even farther until her upper torso formed a ninety-degree angle with Chris’s. Her hands slipped from Chris’s shoulders to his forearms, then his wrists. The men’s grips were steady and strong as Chris kept that sliding movement in and out of her, his hips flexing on the seat. Geoff cupped her head, holding her, watching her. Then he gave her an order.

“Put your arms above your head, Samantha Beth.”

She obeyed, trusting his palm on her skull to hold her up. As soon as she did it, he turned his back to Chris and straddled her, his inner thighs pressed against the sides of her breasts. The position allowed her to wrap her arms around his thighs and dig her fingers into his tight ass, so she was glad he didn’t object to that, though his hand still supported her head.

Staring down at her, he used the other to guide his cock between her parted lips.

Freaking bliss. She sucked on him frantically, so close to climax as Chris kept moving inside her. “Master,” she gasped around him. “Please . . .”

“You hold out until we say it’s okay. Tell me you understand.” He barked it, startling her into looking up into his hazel eyes, which were fevered with desire and yet cool and in control at once. Which only made this even more intense for her. Probably for all of them. She nearly lost the fight as she imagined Chris’s view. Looking down at his cock pushing into her cunt; looking up merely a few inches to see Geoff’s tight ass before him, flexing as he pushed himself into her mouth.

“Yes, Master,” she said against his steel flesh. Geoff shoved himself deeper into her mouth, letting her feel how much he wanted from her, how much they both wanted. Oh God, it was too much. She was far too close. But she poured every bit of willpower she could into obeying him. The need swelled inside her until she had to treat it like a life-or-death decision. Even that might not be enough to hold her back, but she imagined it was Chris or Geoff’s life dependent on her willpower.

Except her mind knew it wasn’t life-or-death. It was all about losing herself in the bliss of an orgasm, and if she screwed up, it just meant she might get a spanking or something even better . . . Oh hell, she was going over, she couldn’t stop it.

A change of plan saved her from failing her Master. A muttered comment between Geoff and Chris and suddenly she was lifted in Geoff’s arms as he eased her from Chris. She would have wailed in protest at the loss of that incredible fullness, but she was put down on the carpet and Geoff slid into her where Chris had just been. The transition was seamless, the ripple that went through her as potent as an actual climax. Her response swelled beyond all expectations as Chris knelt behind Geoff, curled his large fingers into Geoff’s hips and slammed into him as Geoff bent over her.

It was a gift beyond measure, Geoff taking her and Chris inside of him, the three of them moving together like one thrusting, writhing animal, reaching a level of paradise impossible to explain and taking her to an edge incapable of being denied.

“Love you,” she panted. “Love you both . . . so . . . damn . . . much. Thank you . . .”

Tears spilled out of her eyes, all of it so overwhelming and perfect. Geoff’s gaze was fierce upon her, yet she felt the energy thrumming through his muscles and knew a certain amount of his focus was internal, keeping hold of what was happening between the three of them, the perfect pacing of it. It told her whatever that muttered conversation had been about, he’d permitted Chris to do this. He could open himself like that to Chris, and she loved him all the more for it.

“I can’t,” she moaned. “Please . . .”

“Let her go over,” Chris said.

Geoff apparently squeezed down on him, because Chris let out a strangled sound. Geoff turned his head, scraping his teeth over Chris’s mouth.

“Say
please
, you big bastard. You don’t top me just because you’re in my ass. You’re the one wearing my brand.”

Chris moaned as Geoff reached back with his free hand and obviously did something moan-worthy. “Say it,” Geoff whispered fiercely.

“Please. Let her go, damn it. And go over for me.”

“We go together.” Geoff’s fevered gaze locked on Sam’s. “Go,” he breathed.

She screamed like she was dying and being born at once, and maybe that wasn’t entirely untrue. She lifted her hips off the ground, slamming Geoff even deeper inside her, and he braced himself over her, palms driving into the floor on either side of her head. Chris banded his great arm around Geoff’s chest and thrust into his ass in a pummeling motion that had Geoff throwing up his head like a wolf showing his teeth. A moment later, he was uttering harsh male noises of release, flooding her pussy with his seed as Chris let go right after.

They kept moving together, all of them, well past their bodies’ breaking points. Vaguely, Sam knew none of them wanted to let go, holding on to that rhythm, that choreography that wove them together even tighter with every thrust and withdrawal.