Wicked Lovers 07 Ours to Love (24 page)

“You look incredible,
belleza
.” Xander’s voice slid over her like raw silk, raising goosebumps all over her body.
You’re pleasing him so much. Pleasing me so much. Focus here for a minute. Javier,
let her go.”

With a snarl, his brother withdrew from her mouth. London mewled in protest. She missed
his flavor already, the intimacy of not just looking at him or touching him, but actually
tasting
his skin, measuring his desire for her on her tongue.

He continued to jerk his cock in his tight fist and glared at Xander. “Hurry.”

With a smile, Xander pierced her with his stare, slid his hands around her hips to
cup her ass and lift her right under him. Now he unleashed all the furious need he’d
been withholding since he worked his way inside her. He pounded into her in long,
rhythmic strokes that made her arch and want to beg. London had held her pleasure
back for them, in part to stave off the inevitable moment when they turned their attention
to another woman, in part to collect as many memories to savor as possible. But now
the ravaging need unraveled her, dismantled her. Her pussy burned, clamping down on
Xander as every surge of his erection hit deep and ignited her most sensitive spots.

She clawed at him. “Xander!”

“Now,
belleza
. Come!”

His words were somehow magical, bringing that slow, seemingly never-ending build inside
her to a churning rise of sensations that finally peaked and rolled over her, heavy
and mind-bending. Moments before it gave way to ecstasy, she knew this was going to
stun her. Undo her. Change her.

And she wanted it more than anything.

The explosion sent her flying into a realm she’d never known. With an arch of her
back and a scream that echoed off the walls, her pussy spasmed, pulsed. She utterly
disintegrated in Xander’s arms as his cock jerked inside her. He gritted his teeth,
the tendons in his neck standing out, his face flushing, and groaned long and low
with primal satisfaction.

His strokes slowed gradually. Her walls continued to pulse gently around him every
few moments as they fought to catch their breath. Perspiration dampened every part
of her skin now. Their heavy breathing mingled. London wasn’t sure she could open
her eyes, much less move a muscle. Two giant orgasms, the latest even more shattering
than the first, turned her completely inside out. Lethargy dragged through her veins.
She wanted to sleep for a week.

Xander pressed his forehead to hers and brushed the hair from her face, cuddling closer.
“How do you feel,
belleza
?”

“Wow,” she whispered. “That was . . . like nothing I imagined.”

He lifted his head and smiled down at her. London’s heart flipped in her chest. She
felt it again when he feathered his thumb over her lower lip until it tingled. Then
he kissed her softly.

“Usually, a woman’s first time is too painful to be pleasurable, I’m told. You gave
me something special,
belleza
. I wanted you to feel good about all of it.”

She nodded. “I wouldn’t change a moment.”

“We’re not done, are we?”

Javier’s sharp tones startled her. She jerked around to find his body tighter than
a bowstring. He’d clenched his jaw and stared at her through narrow eyes. His red
cheekbones stood out like twin blades on either side of his face. His hand roughed
up and down his cock in a tight, jerking grip.

Unbelievably, her pussy clenched again. One look at Javier . . . and she longed for
him, too. To most it would seem odd, at least. Probably even wrong or sinful. But
they both made her feel special in their own way. She didn’t simply care for one or
the other. If they each desired her, why not show them her want of them in return?

“Not at all, big brother.” Xander slowly eased out of her tight passage and disposed
of his condom. “Tag. You’re it.”

Her body tried to suck Xander back in, and once he was gone, she clenched around air,
feeling oddly empty. She was sore in some interesting places. Her thighs felt as if
they’d been spread wide for years. But that didn’t stop her clit from aching once
more, especially as Javier rolled on his condom and dove onto her body as if he couldn’t
wait another moment.

His hands trembled as he covered her. As he braced his weight on his elbows, he grazed
her opening with the head of his shaft. Already, she could tell that he was a bit
wider than Xander. Maybe not longer, but taking him was still going to be a stretch.

“Are you too sore?” he asked.

“Don’t worry about me.”

His mouth set into an angry line, and he glared sternly at her. “I refuse to hurt
you if you’re already in too much pain.”

She might be a little tender, but it wasn’t enough to want anything other than to
take him deep inside her. London wanted him to know that she didn’t desire or care
less for him than his brother. Her feelings for Javier were every bit as strong as
those for Xander.

“It’s all right,” she murmured. “I want you.”

He seized her lips, pressing a series of urgent kisses over them that melted her all
over again. Her desire resurged, and London tilted her head to allow him complete
access to her mouth—just like she bent her knees and tilted her hips to take him inside
her.

He resisted, inching his hips away. “You didn’t exactly answer my question, little
one.”

“I’m fine. I promise.”

“But sore, aren’t you?”

“I’m not fragile. The human body is made for sex. It’s already been worth whatever
minor discomfort I might have.”

Xander stuck a hand between them, skimming her clit with a devastating touch. As he
rolled the deeply sensitive bud between his fingers, she cried out. He merely smiled
with male satisfaction, making her ache all over again, and curled his fingers inside
her wet opening.

“She’s juicy,” he told his brother.

“Is she still bleeding?” That prospect clearly worried Javier.

Xander withdrew his hand and held up his fingers. Glistening but clean.

Javier stared, still hesitating, though he looked as if he yearned desperately to
pound her into oblivion.

“Tell him to fuck you,
belleza
,” Xander whispered. “He acts as if he wants reassurance, but I guarantee that what
he’s really after is the chance to hear that you’re eager for his cock to fill up
that pretty, tight cunt and take everything he has to give.”

“Really?” she murmured. He’d like her to ask
that
? Then again, it kind of made sense. Men watched porn. Now she was no expert, but
she was fairly sure none of those actresses had made the faces or screamed the guttural
sounds she had during orgasm. And most of the porn stars, besides moaning prettily,
were brazen and appeared to love every form of sex. She wasn’t dumb enough to believe
it was all real. The actresses had looked somewhere between hilariously practiced
and downright bored—at least from what she remembered as a teenager sneaking a peek
at a neighbor’s porn collection while dog sitting. It had been just before her accident,
and she’d only watched for about five minutes. It had been four and a half minutes
too many. A woman asking a man to fuck her was tame by comparison. Maybe Javier would
like it.

“Damn it!” Javier clenched his jaw, looking somewhere between stunned and annoyed
at his brother. “How did you read my fucking mind?”

“Been there, done that. Burned the T-shirt.” Xander laughed.

They
were
serious. Both men were trying so hard to make her first experience both good and
memorable, she didn’t have any problem asking Javier to give her what she wanted.
It was the truth.

“Will you fuck me?” she murmured shyly, feeling a flush stain her cheeks. “Please.”

She’d rarely uttered that word in her life. At least not aloud. Her mother, an elementary
school principal and a frequent Sunday school teacher at their church, would have
had a conniption if she’d heard London say that. But now, sandwiched between two sexy-as-hell
brothers, desperate to tell them how she felt, those words seemed lovely.

Xander groaned. “Hearing you say that is so fucking sexy.”

“It is,” Javier all but choked out. He must have known the confession was coming,
but he still sucked in a breath and grabbed handfuls of her hair, then jerked back
just enough to glide his lips over her throat and up to her ear. “You’re sure, little
one? It’s been a long time for me. I don’t think I can go easy on you.”

His dark face was taut with a dominant snarl. His insistent words made her clit throb.
She should probably be worried that he would ask for something she wasn’t prepared
to give. She should probably not spread her legs for her boss and allow him deep inside
her since they had to work together, at least for the next few weeks. She knew it
was stupid to hope that her attention and affection might prevent him from losing
himself in a bottle again. But none of that stopped her. She wanted Javier so desperately.
And he seemed to need her, at least a little.

“That’s fine.”

He raised a brow at her. “Fine? You’ll just let me take whatever I want?”

London didn’t hesitate. She probably should, but . . . “If I’m able, yes.”

“Don’t you want to know all the perverted shit that’s running through my head before
you agree?”

“If you want to tell me. But I trust you,” she said honestly. “Whatever you need,
I’m here.”

Javier sucked in a stunned breath and reared back, dragging a hand through his short
hair. “Amazing.”

The whisper felt like praise, and London basked in it, glowed with it. She smiled
at him.

He tightened a fist. His nostrils flared. Then he leaned over her once more, his stare
drilling down into her. “How much do you trust me?”

How was she supposed to quantify that? “Well . . . You’ve gone out of your way to
be careful with me since I came to work for you. You asked about my health, my medicine.
You told Xander to be careful with me a bit ago. I have no reason to believe that
you would hurt me. Take what you need.”

“What do
you
need, little one?” He cupped her cheek, but the restraint was costing him.

In that moment, she only needed one thing. “To please you.”

Javier swallowed, his whole body pinging with pent-up lust he seemed to be leashing
with the tiniest of threads. “So sweetly submissive . . .”

“Isn’t she? I picked up on it right away,” Xander said.

London frowned. Was that true? If submissive meant wanting to do whatever it took
to earn his praise and know that she’d made him happy, then yes. If it explained why
she had the oddest urge to kneel or bow her head or something like it to indicate
that she was placing herself totally in his hands, then she supposed she was submissive.
The idea didn’t bother her. She didn’t know a lot about sex like this, but learning
at their hands would be a joy.

Finally, Javier turned to his brother. “Did you take
everything
with you when you left? I need to test this.”

Xander hesitated. “Are you sure? The last time, at Dominion—”

“Last time, I didn’t have my head screwed on straight. I’m solid now. I’m not going
to let anything happen to her. And you’ll be here for both of us.”

London wasn’t exactly sure what they were talking about, but she watched and listened.
Xander appeared as if he was debating the wisdom of helping Javier. Finally, he smirked.
“I’ve got a few basics in the backpack.”

She watched as Xander looked over at the leather bag he’d set on the floor. Javier’s
gaze followed before he smiled and kissed her with a demanding press of his lips,
stealing inside to seize her mouth. She softened against him, clinging to his shoulders.

Under him, she seemed to sink into a cloud. Her head swam. Impatience gnawed at her.
She wanted him to fill the terrible emptiness in her now.

Instead, he wrenched away from her. “Head on the pillow. Arms and legs outstretched.”

London blinked at his commanding tone. A shudder ran through her, but she wouldn’t
disobey.

“Okay.” She scooted her way toward the head of the bed, carefully concealing her back.

He raised a brow, communicating his displeasure without a word. “What did you call
me at work, little one?”

“Sir?”

“Exactly. That’s who I am in the bedroom, too. Do you understand?”

This was the Dominant in him; London knew that instinctively. And she welcomed it.
Today, he would be exacting, and she would work hard to please him. But she was determined
to do it.

“Do you understand?” he repeated into her silence, his voice deepening and turning
a bit harder.

“Yes, Sir.”

London scurried to put her head on the pillow. It smelled musky and mysterious, like
Javier himself. Refusing to be distracted, she spread herself wide open across the
king-size bed, feeling vulnerable, exposed. Suddenly uncertain, but so badly wanting
his praise.

“Beautiful.” He ran a finger up her thigh, his cock bobbing as he stepped closer so
he could cup her breast, thumb her nipple.

She gasped, and Xander unzipped the backpack. In one hand he held a black leather
backpack that contained who knew what. In the other, he carried a thin length of nylon
rope. He stopped and stared at her. His cock rose again instantly. “Damn. I should
have positioned you this way. You’re gorgeous. Look at that pussy.”

They both stared at her
there
, their gazes relentless. In that moment, she felt truly beautiful. Moisture gushed
from her sex.

“What a beautiful sight. I could stare all night,” Javier admitted, then spotted the
rope in his hands. “Excellent. What else do you have in there?”

London stared at that length of rope as Javier took it from Xander’s hands and prowled
toward her. She swallowed, her heart taking off in her chest to rattle and thrum.

“Arms above your head, little one.” Javier’s hoarse demand was no less powerful.

Instantly, she obeyed. Gently, he grabbed her hands and crossed them, wrapping the
rope around her wrists in a crisscross pattern. He looked over to his brother, who
shook his head.