Party of Three: A H.O.T. Cops Novel (29 page)

But now … now that was changing. And as she slid her lips, warm and moist, up and down his erection, she realized that she
loved
the change. That as strange as it seemed in her own civilized mind, she was somehow falling a little more in love with Ethan this very moment.

The longer she moved her mouth over him, though, the more her pussy ached, felt empty, needy. That should have been impossible given how ridiculously much sex she’d enjoyed and endured in less than forty-eight hours, but it hungered to be filled the same way her mouth currently was.

Finally, unable to stand it anymore, she extracted his rigid length from her lips and, peering needfully up at him, said, “Please fuck me now.”

For a second, he stunned her, looking doubtful and still demanding, like maybe he wasn’t quite ready for her to start calling any shots here. But finally he said, voice still rough, “Turn around.”

Okay, she could do that—no problem. And she was so painfully eager right now that she’d truly do whatever he asked. Both to earn his forgiveness and faith—and to get the fucking she so desperately needed in this moment.

So she wordlessly shifted on her knees until she faced away from him. Before her sat the wishing well that was beginning to feel like some sort of strange magnet to her.

“Push your panties down,” he demanded. When she rushed to do so, fresh air struck the sensitive flesh of her cunt, leaving it all the more tingly and ready.

“Now bend over. I want you on your hands and knees. And arch your back to show me that pretty pussy.”

Happily, she braced herself, her fingers digging slightly into the soft soil, here sprinkled with bits of ivy. Arching as requested, she felt the opening between her legs growing still wetter, knowing that Ethan was studying it now, and that she was putting it on display for him. She had the sensation that it gaped wide with want.

“Is that naughty little pussy craving my cock?” he asked.

Oh God—she’d thought he would finally do it now, thrust himself inside her! She was going crazy with need. “Yes,” she said, nearly breathless.

“Tell me how badly you want to be fucked, Mira.”

She let out a shaky breath. She sort of wanted to kill him. But she also felt the arousal inside her climb even higher as she said, “I want to be fucked so, so much, E. I think I want to be fucked more in this moment than I ever have before.” Facing the stone well with Ethan behind her, she found herself clenching her teeth as her desperation increased. “I want you inside me! I want you to fill me up!”

“Beg,” he said simply then. “Beg me to fuck you.”

She didn’t hesitate. “Please! Please, please, please, baby. Please fill me with that perfect cock. Please fuck me senseless. I need you so bad! I beg of you to fuck me hard!” Now she only prayed he would finally give in and deliver what she yearned for before she collapsed in a heap of roiling frustration.

And then—oh, oh God—she finally sensed him dropping to the earth behind her, heard the soft
mmmph
of his knees landing in the dirt, and then his hands molded to her hips and she knew hot bliss was near. Yes, yes, almost!

“God, please,” she added to her appeals. Now not because he’d told her to beg but simply because she needed it so horribly, wildly much and each second she waited was pure torture.

When the column of stone that was Ethan’s erection came to rest on her ass, she shivered with delight. “Please, please,” she whispered mindlessly now. Her cunt practically dripped with raging need.

Behind her, she heard him draw in his breath sharply. “Tell me why I should give this cock to such a bad little girl.”

She could barely talk through her panting breaths now. “Because I’m sorry and I love you! Because you’ve punished me enough! Because I need you so bad!” God, what would it take? Was he somehow just teasing her and not planning to follow through? Was this all some sick, cruel game to punish her further still? And if so … God, was he really not going to forgive her? Was it really … over? Ruined? Done? “Ethan …” she began helplessly, without quite knowing what more she could say or do now.

And that’s when he positioned the tip of his dick at her pussy and drove it into her, deep.

Chapter 18

S
he cried out at the most gloriously welcome intrusion of her entire life.

And then, immersed in her cunt to the hilt, he went still for a minute, just letting them both savor it, absorb it. She drank in the wonder of how it felt to have him back inside her where he belonged, shadowed by the cool green canopy of the woods.

And then—oh God, yes—he began to thrust, thrust, thrust. Hard, mind-numbing plunges reverberated through her whole body, each making her let out a high-pitched moan that echoed through the trees. “Yes! Yes!” she managed through clenched teeth.

At some point, she shut her eyes, blocking out the forest and the well, the ivy and the path, so that the only thing that existed in the world were the two of them. No more Rogan. No more mistakes. Just their bodies and souls connected the way they should be. She’d never loved him more, and though she was growing weak and couldn’t even muster the strength to speak any longer, she just prayed he knew that, could feel that.

And then—oh Lord—she could scarcely believe it, but his thumb brushed across her anus. The touch came feather light but almost electrical in its power. A quick, low sound escaped her throat.

After that, the brushing became more like rubbing—and then a pressure that had her biting her lip even as he continued to pound his cock into her. She couldn’t hold in the low whimpers the sensation caused to rise within her.

And then—oh. Wetness, there. Saliva, she thought. Being rubbed in by his finger in a circular motion—until the tip of that finger sank inside. “God,” she murmured.

Last night, having both Ethan and Rogan inside her at the same time—one in her ass and the other in her pussy—had been … the ultimate filling, overflowing sex. But this … this was more … intimate. Intimacy between the three of them had been thrilling and new and had led her to express her sexuality in bold ways she never had before. But this—she and the man she really loved, would
always
love, getting closer and closer here on the forest floor without even the need for words—this was the
truest
intimacy. As it should be.

The pleasure was nearly crushing as he fucked her with both cock and finger—she suspected she was writhing and bucking and groaning like a wild animal, but she didn’t care. Ethan had seen all of her now; he could see this, too, this rawest of reactions to the hot, naughty delights he sent coursing through her body.

When, panting, hands on her hips, Ethan pulled his cock from her, she let out a cry of loss—she wanted him back—now! And yet … deep inside she knew what was coming.

And so she tried to stay patient, her arms growing heavy and weak, her teeth almost chattering with how much she needed him. And Lord, behind her she thought she heard E’s breath trembling—and soon the very sensation of it rumbled through her chest.

When the tip of his cock pushed at her asshole, she let out a soft, mewling moan, then tried to relax her body, hoping it would extend to the muscles surrounding her anus, as well.

The initial entry of the head hurt—she cried out, absorbing the pain, then worked hard to come back to the pleasure. And after a moment of stillness, of letting her adjust, he began to ever so slowly ease his length deeper. First maybe another inch, producing a low, heated sigh from her. Then another. And eventually another.

And after that she didn’t know, couldn’t truly gauge how much of his shaft she was taking into her ass—she knew only that it was a lot, and that the permeating pleasure she’d experienced from the same kind of penetration last night was blasting through her now, wild and consuming.

Her cheeks flushed, her every muscle seemed to vibrate, an intensely deep pleasure echoing through her whole being. As he moved in short but firm strokes in that impossibly tiny passageway, her own cries sounded almost inhuman to her—she had no control over her responses anymore. All she knew was a pleasure that nearly drained her.

At some point not long after this began, her arms gave way, buckling beneath her. Her palms remained flat on the ground, but now her cheek rested atop them, her hair fanning out to one side over the earth and ivy beneath them.

She whimpered and he groaned and her clit ached. She’d been so into different kinds of pleasure here in the woods up to this moment—pleasing him, having him in her mouth, then welcoming the hot, hard drives of his cock in her cunt—that she’d honestly not even thought about coming. This wasn’t about that. Except that … now it was. Now that sensitive little spot at the top of her cunt hungered—in a way she recognized from every time she’d ever indulged in ass play with Rogan, last night or even before that, times when they’d been together and he’d tried to persuade her by teasing it, touching it.

Now she was wondering why on earth she’d put this off for so long, letting someone fuck her ass—but maybe it had taken the particular dynamic of this weekend to push her there, to push her that far into her sexual self that she could finally accept the things she really wanted to do, the sexual being she really wanted to become. And now she could share that fully with Ethan—
was
sharing it fully with Ethan.

And, oh God, how her clit screamed for attention now. She didn’t quite understand why, but the erection in her ass seemed to have a direct connection to the swollen nub just above her pussy. It yearned for—
needed
—attention, pressure, anything.

Her knees had given out, too, and were now bent beneath her, pulled up almost to her chest. And it wasn’t a decision so much as an urge, or maybe an instinct, when her thighs parted, just enough—enough that her cunt came into contact with the bed of ivy on which she rested. And that was all it took. That one tiny bit of stimulation to her clit, and for only a second. She exploded into orgasm, lost, wild, screaming her pleasure, wrung out from it even as it spiraled through her like a corkscrew.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming, too, baby! I’m coming, too!” Ethan yelled, and she had to clench her hands into fists to withstand those final few drives, more ferocious than he’d delivered in her ass up to now.

“Oh God, I love you,” he said, the words seeming to spill from him in a rush as he curled his body around hers, still buried in her anus.

“I love you, too, E,” she breathed, as weak as she thought she’d ever been. She’d never shared such powerful sex with anyone in her life.

And now, now she just had to hope it was all enough. To have truly repaired things between them. Not just the sex, of course, but her apology, her explanation, and … well, yes, the sex, too. It mattered. She’d just given herself to him in a way she never had before, body and soul. And nothing about it had been sweet, or tender. No, this was primal. Gut deep. And something she never wanted to share with anyone else—and she hoped he could feel that.

When he pulled out of her, the opening felt … too large at first, uncomfortably so. But as she rolled to her back on the ground, that sensation began to fade. Especially when she looked up into Ethan’s eyes. “I love you,” she said again.

“I love you, too, Mir,” he replied, his body angled over hers, one hand cupping her jaw. And—
oh God, thank you!
—he sounded like … well, like his normal, usual, loving self again. Which she thought, at this point, seemed like a good sign.

And even as they began to kiss, she remained turned on, whispering, “That was so hot.”

“I know.”

“Not that I necessarily want it to be this way every time, E, but … well, I think I could go for more of this. If you could. I think I’m glad we, um, discovered this.”

His grin was laced with just a bit of naughtiness. “Aw, me too, baby. Me too.”

“Are … are we good, Ethan?” she asked then. Because she had to. It all
felt
good, and she hated to take them back to a bad place, but this had to be talked about.

He hesitated a minute before answering, his eyes serious and a little sad, until he finally said, “It wasn’t your fault.”

She peered up at him, let out a sigh. The truth was, some of it
had
been her fault. But a lot of it hadn’t. So she simply replied, “I just … got swept up in the weekend. But you’re
truly
the man I love, Ethan.” Then she lifted a hand to touch the stubble on his jaw and knew no words she’d ever spoken had been more accurate.

“I believe you,” he said softly, then lowered his mouth over hers for a long, slow kiss. And when it was done, Mira wanted nothing more than to kiss him again and again, and to forget anything bad had happened this weekend—but she still couldn’t.

“Although … there’s something you should know.” Oh Lord, she really
didn’t
want to tell him this, really didn’t want to hurt him further or risk what they’d just repaired, but now … now she was beginning to realize the brutal truth: If they were to move forward from this weekend,
really
move forward, she
had
to tell him what had happened between her and Rogan in this very same spot yesterday. She just had to. To leave it unsaid would be like a lie between them, and even as much as she’d been trying to hold this back, even as afraid as she was to say it, she simply had no choice. “Something more,” she added, trying to will the difficult words out, “about the walk I took here yesterday.”

Ethan just looked at her for a long moment. And she thought he could almost read the truth in her eyes, or that maybe what she’d just said made the truth clear enough already and that she didn’t have to say anything at all. Though it surprised the hell out of her when he finally told her, “Maybe I don’t want to know.”

She drew in her breath, let it back out. “Are you sure?”

“I … I guess I didn’t think through all the situations that could arise or … the complications that could crop up by bringing Rogan into our relationship. So … nothing that happened between you and him matters—I promise. I just want to move forward, me and you, consider this a fresh start. How does that sound?”