The Strength of Three (5 page)

“Hey,” she protested, then bit her lip. Did her giving in to him turn him off? Should she play hard to get? She’d been doing that for months now. She didn’t want to do it anymore.

Their kisses must have sucked all her normal, rational reasoning from her head, leaving her a wanton.

TJ snorted. “I’m just repositioning you, Chris. Give me a sec.”

Huh?
Fabric rustled on the seats, sending a swirl of a leather scent puffing around her nose. She turned to the sounds he made while he moved. The air conditioner hummed. Goose bumps prickled along her bare arms and legs and her nipples hardened. She squirmed in the seat as they rubbed against her bra. What was he doing? What did he have planned? What the hell could he possibly think to do in the cramped backseat?

His hand cupped her beneath the knee closest to him and lifted, pulling and twisting her around until her back was pressed up against the door and her bent left leg rested on the upright of the seat. The position left her wide open. Heat flooded her face at what she knew he could see. One leg on the floor, the other raised and pushed back. Her skirt slid to her waist and the cool air enveloping them washed over her pussy lips. She groaned and lifted her hips, wanting something tangible to touch her. He was right. The blindfold increased her other senses tenfold.

TJ grabbed the hand farthest from him and balanced her forearm on the armrest of the door. The other arm he placed along the top of the headrest to her left.

“Don’t move either one of them, Chris, or there will be consequences.”

The car veered to the right and then back to the left as if Jon tried to avoid hitting something in the road.

“I’m fucking driving up here. Don’t say things like that.”

Her heart pounded with the implication but she couldn’t help but smile at Jon’s reaction. She was half tempted to move an arm just to find out what the consequences would entail. She licked her lips and gripped whatever she could reach without moving instead. Somehow, someway, she felt the heat of TJ’s gaze on her exposed pussy. Her juices leaked from her, preparing her for whatever he’d chosen to do. When long seconds went by and nothing happened, she gave in and did the one thing she thought she’d never do with a man. She begged.

“TJ.” Her voice cracked.

“Yes?”

Damn him. He knew what he was doing to her. She felt a flush creep over her chest and face and itched to move, to do anything in order to get him to stroke her with those fingers she could still feel deep inside her sheath. Her stomach ached with needing him.

“Touch me,” she snapped, startling a bark of laughter from him. She almost ripped the blindfold off so she could look him in the eye when she slapped him.

Good Lord she’d gone from pushing men away to pleading in less than an hour. How did these two affect her the way they did?

“I’m admiring the view here, Chris.”

She felt the air move as he leaned closer.

“These puffy lips of yours are shiny wet.” He slipped a finger down her drenched slit and she gasped and arched into him, nearly impaling herself on the single digit. TJ clucked his tongue and the finger went bye-bye, causing her to sob.

“No moving, remember?”

How could she flippin’ forget? There would be permanent gouges in the expensive leather by the time they got to their home with the way she’d dug her fingers in. She couldn’t quite contain her usual attitude.

“Actually, the ‘them’ you asked not to move referred to my arms, and I have not moved them.”

A sharp slap landed on her pussy. Her reactive scream came out more like a squeak. She sucked in a breath, at first from the unexpected pain and then because of the way it made her squirm for him to do it again.

“We shoulda gagged her too, J.”

“Sounds like it,” Jon grunted from the front seat.

“Absolutely not,” Chris stammered. She refused to be gagged. No way.

TJ’s hand caressed up her shin, over her knee and down her thigh. Thank God she’d shaved this morning. It all came down to the godforsaken skirt now tousled around her waist. She probably wouldn’t have shaved if she hadn’t wanted to wear it tonight. Now she was so glad she had. His thumb came to rest on her clit.

“We’ve granted you your one request and promised not to tie you up. There was nothing said about not gagging you,” he growled.

This time she did sob, crying out as the pad of his thumb rubbed too softly on the bundle of nerves. She needed more, harder, faster, deeper. Something! God, she was turning into a nympho.

“I’m going to taste you, Christina. I’m going to run my tongue along this pretty pink slit and lap up every bit of your cream.” He emulated what his words said with a finger. “And when I’m good and ready, then I’ll work on this little button.” He circled her clit once more and the back of her head hit the window. “You are not to make a sound.”

She whimpered and received a pinch to one of her lower lips. Chris pursed her mouth and breathed through her nose. If shutting the hell up would get him to go down on her, she’d shut the hell up.

A few seconds later she was rewarded. The tip of his tongue did exactly what he’d said it would, gliding along her pussy from anus to clit and back again. A tiny moan escaped her throat and TJ left her high and dry. She could have cried. Only the sounds of the tires on the road, the whirring of the air conditioner and their breathing filled the car. She still could have heard a pin drop.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’ve never done anything like this before.” They had to understand. She’d never
wanted
to do anything like this before. “Give me a chance. I’ll get better, I swear.”

A palm cupped her cheek and she angled her head into it.

“I don’t doubt you for a minute, baby.”

Chris let out the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. His voice sounded so sincere.

“That’s the last time I tell you, Chris.”

Chris froze at TJ’s words, waiting for the fear, the panic. It didn’t come. Something else happened though. Something she’d never be able to explain. Her clit throbbed. She actually felt the traitorous little bundle of nerves throb in anticipation.

Your body knows what it wants and who to trust even if your mind doesn’t.

Was it true? Had to be, because nothing about TJ’s gruff announcement made her feel the least bit uncomfortable. All right it did, but not in the afraid-for-her-life kind of way. It made her want him and everything he could give. Everything
they
could give her, and she wanted it now. Badly.

The flat of TJ’s tongue swiped through her pussy again and each agitated thought fled her mind. Her brain became mush with every pass of his mouth on her clit. He swirled and dipped inside her vagina then moved lower to circle her anus.

Her eyes rolled back behind the blindfold. Never had anyone touched her there and oh my God, if he didn’t do it again… Yes. It was the most erotic thing. Not something she ever imagined doing and yet, it felt so damn good. Who knew? Her clit pulsed and grew. Her nipples hardened and rubbed against her bra. She wanted to be naked. She wanted TJ’s cock inside her. Right now.

God. She couldn’t believe she was doing this.

His tongue moved to lick at her clit and his fingers pulled back the hood. Despite his warning of retribution, she couldn’t not move. Her hips jerked in time with his licks, pushing closer to his mouth. She was so close, so close, so—

Chris screamed. The orgasm tore through her body like an explosion. Her thighs shook and her fingers ground into the leather as she held on until the end. She panted and waited for her body’s systems to slow down. She didn’t even know the car had come to a stop.

The door behind her opened. She yelped and would have spilled out if whoever it was at her back hadn’t caught her. She was lifted from the car and carried to wherever they’d stopped.

“You’re lucky I didn’t stop along the side of the road to fuck you, sugar.” Jon held her. His chest rumbled gruffly along her side, stiffening her nipples into tighter points. The damn things were likely to pop if this continued. “As soon as I get you inside this door, prepare to have my cock buried in that pussy TJ just enjoyed.”

“Can I speak now?”

She heard a key jammed in a lock and a knob turned. The door thudded like it had been kicked and with swift strides she was shifted and turned. Her back hit a wall.

“No. You can fuck now.”

Chapter Three

Jon wrapped her legs around his waist, inhaling the remnants of her orgasm. Driving while TJ had gone down on her had been sheer torture. More than twice he’d almost driven off the road while trying to watch them in the rearview mirror.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lungs heaving, and the tip of her tongue poked out to wet her upper lip. Soon it would be the engorged head of his cock she touched with her tongue.

He rested his forehead on hers, pressed her into the wall with his body and reached between them to unzip. His cock was thick and hard and weeping with pre-come. He stripped her shirt over her head, careful not to dislodge the blindfold. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for months,” he growled, and captured her gasp of shock with his mouth.

Jon devoured her. He pressed his knee between her legs to support her and cradled her face in his hands. Sweeter than honey. He bet a million bucks her pussy would be even sweeter.

His dick twitched between them, ready to be buried in her heat. “I can’t wait for a bed, Christina.” He caressed his thumbs over her cheeks, wanting her to feel that he would never hurt her. It had been a long time for her and he was a big man. Penetrating her tight little pussy might take some time.

Time he would enjoy immensely, more so if she did too. He reached into his back pocket and retrieved the condom he’d stashed there. He and TJ hadn’t been positive they would make it home and above all else, they meant to protect her.

Not that he wouldn’t love to see Chris round with either his or TJ’s baby, but not yet. Not until they’d fully gained her trust.

Jon bunched the skirt she wore up around her waist and, tearing open the foil pack with his teeth, sheathed himself.

She caught her bottom lip with her teeth and he could tell she was thinking. What she finally whispered surprised him. “I don’t want you to wait.”

He had expected she might need some major time to adjust to them this weekend. What had changed? Her hands tentatively settled on his shoulders before smoothing down to his abdomen.

Jon bit back a groan. Her fingers feathered over his T-shirt-covered belly as if searching for something. He had a feeling he knew exactly what she was looking for but if she touched him it would all be over.

“Uh-uh.” He grabbed her hands and placed them high on the wall, holding both her tiny wrists in one of his big hands. The action raised her breasts almost as if in invitation. One he readily accepted by flicking open the front closure of her bra and swooping in to suck one tight nipple into his mouth.

“Damn, you don’t waste time, do you?” TJ chuckled as he walked in behind them.

Jon let go with a pop and smiled at her squeak. “Like you fucking waited.”

“Hell no.” TJ moved closer and turned Chris’s face with his fingers on her chin. He kissed her, coaxing her tongue to play with his.

Jon’s cock jumped. Watching TJ make love to whatever woman they’d happened to be sharing at the time was a major turn on. Knowing they were bringing her to pleasure over and over again by doubling the sensations she felt was a high unlike any other. With Chris the emotions were magnified.

She evoked feelings in him he didn’t know he had. She made him think of porch swings and watching the sunset together, of putting down actual roots. Now they just had to show her what they wanted and convince her that letting a man close wasn’t always bad. Or men, in their case, since both he and TJ wanted the same thing with her—forever.

“You fucking taste so good, baby. Here and here.” TJ’s hand delved between them, pushing Jon’s cock out of the way to cover her mound. “Let Jon take you, baby. I want to watch him push inside you. I want to watch you come around his cock.”

Her head jerked back and thudded on the wall. White teeth came out to nibble on her lip and her body quivered with anxiety. Chris nodded. Jon and TJ gave a collective sigh of relief. If she had said no, Jon would have put her on her feet and backed off.

Thank God he didn’t have to. He lifted her the few inches it took to lodge the head of his cock in her vagina. The rubber kept him from feeling everything he wanted—the wet heat of her outer lips sliding against him. All in due time.

He watched as she took inch by agonizing inch of his cock. She was tight as a fist around him, sucking him into her depths, milking him with muscles she squeezed as he penetrated.

“Fuck.” He panted, caught between ramming into her and taking it slow.

“God, don’t stop,” she cried, jerking her head back and forth on the wall.

TJ flicked at one of her nipples then rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned and arched into his touch. The action impaled her on Jon’s cock, drawing a low growl from him.

Heaven on fucking Earth. He’d never get enough of her. He retreated and she gasped, bearing down with her pussy and trying to suck him back in. Still holding her hands above her head, he pressed back home. His balls tightened impossibly, threatening to spill their contents with those two simple strokes.