Zane (Alluring Indulgence) (24 page)

From
where she stood, she could make out the outline of Zane’s cock pressing firmly
against the zipper of his jeans. Knowing that what she was doing made him hard
spurred her on. She wanted this. There was no denying it. And considering Zane
had managed to successfully keep her nightmares at bay on the way into her
house, she wasn’t going to overthink it either.

She
needed this memory to replace the horror of what had happened so many months
ago. This would allow her to fall asleep at night, in her own bed, remembering
what happened between them and the ecstasy they could bring her with just the touch
of their hands on her body.

V
unhooked the front clasp on her bra, slowly peeling the fabric away from her
breasts, allowing them to spill out while Zane’s and Beau’s hungry gazes watched
every move. It was so damn arousing to see the excitement in their eyes, to know
how much they both wanted her right then and there.

Never
would she have imagined herself being in a threesome, but this was familiar for
some reason. There was nothing strange about having Beau there with them and V
was grateful for that. She knew what people would say if they found out, but
right this minute, she didn’t care. There would be plenty of time later for her
incriminating self-doubt to overwhelm her. Right now, she refused to acknowledge
it.

Sliding
her thumbs beneath the thin lace at her hips, V pushed her panties down her
thighs until they slid to the floor. Stepping out of them, she moved closer to
the bed where Zane and Beau remained sitting. She couldn’t help but wonder
whether Zoey was doing the same thing right then with Gage and Kaleb. The
thought made her clit throb, and she tried not to rationalize the reason for
that.

“Come
here,” Zane’s words startled her from her thoughts and V stepped even closer, closing
the gap between them. She didn’t say a word, but she knew she didn’t have to.
Zane was controlling this, and he had her in mind. He knew what she liked, knew
how far he could push her and when she told him earlier that she trusted him,
she meant it.

V
was scared
for
Zane, not
because of
him. She trusted him, and she
loved him, although she knew that last part wasn’t beneficial to either of them
at this point. So, instead of wondering what that meant, she gave herself over
to the moment. No more thinking. It was time to feel.

“Put
your foot on my thigh.”

Zane
didn’t move and the image of what would happen when she did as he told her
flashed through her brain, making her pussy heat even more. Lifting her left
leg, she placed her bare foot on his denim covered thigh, but she didn’t take
her eyes off of his face. She didn’t need to look down to know that the position
put her sex on full display, nor did she need to look over to know that Beau
was taking in the view just as Zane was.

Zane
lifted his hand, his thumb grazing the bare skin of her mound before teasing
the lips of her pussy. His other hand moved to the top of her foot, holding her
in place and forcing her to balance on her other leg. His finger continued to slide
back and forth through her wetness, but never did he enter her. He was driving
her crazy, his touch so gentle, like a feather caressing her tender folds.

“Do
you like that, V?” This time Beau was the one to ask the question and V turned
to look at him. He was slowly rubbing the ridge of his cock through his jeans,
but he didn’t appear to be in any hurry.

“Yes,”
she moaned, trying to focus on what Beau was doing, rather than the teasing
caress of Zane’s rough skin against her clit.

When
Zane flicked her clit, the pleasure/pain bolted through her and V feared she
might fall, but somehow she managed to remain standing. He repeated the action
over and over, the intensity of the motion increasing, the pain blurred by pure,
exquisite sensation until she was practically panting with the need for more.

When
Zane pulled his hands away, telling her she could put her foot back on the
floor, she was torn between begging him not to stop and waiting with remarkably
little patience for what would happen next.

“It’s
our turn to get naked. I want you to remove Beau’s clothes first, but I want
you to turn around so I can watch your beautiful ass while you do.”

Beau
stood from the bed, moving around while V turned to face him, leaving her back
to Zane. When he gripped her hip, pulling her closer to him, she stumbled but
righted herself. Beau was incredibly tall, putting her eye level with his
chest, so V had to look up to see his eyes. The dark chocolate brown orbs
seemed to swirl with passion and V was impatient for him to unleash it on her.
She knew from experience just what his hands felt like on her body, and she was
eager to feel them again.

Her
fingers trembled, but somehow she managed to unhook each tiny button on his
shirt, pulling the tails out of the waistband of his jeans before shoving the
cotton down his arms. She didn’t strive for gentle, and when she felt Zane’s
hands on her ass, she knew she was hard pressed for time. If she didn’t get
Beau out of his damn clothes, she didn’t know what might happen.

With
very little skill, V continued to remove Beau’s clothing, piece by piece,
revealing the firm, toned, largely muscled body beneath. The man was gloriously
sculpted with lean slabs of muscle that made V’s mouth water. She could definitely
appreciate his body, as did many of the women in their small town. Although,
based on Beau’s extreme shyness around women, she wasn’t sure there were many
who had shared this honor.

Before
she moved to his jeans, Beau tipped her chin up until their eyes met. “Touch
me, V.” His voice was dark and rich and oh so tantalizing. The man could make a
woman melt with just the deep rumble of his tone.

Placing
her hands firmly on his chest, she continued to stare up into his eyes, feeling
Zane’s hands on her legs, slowly sliding up one, then down the other, teasing
her folds in between. They were building her higher, she knew it, she accepted
it, but she wanted to beg for more.

When
Beau’s strong hands came over the top of hers, V tried to pay attention to what
he needed from her, rather than the sinful scrape and glide of Zane’s callused
hands over her skin.

“Put
your mouth on me,” Beau instructed.

Considering
he was still wearing his jeans, V knew he wasn’t asking for more than just a brush
of her mouth over his skin, but she didn’t hesitate. Pulling her hands away,
she pressed her lips against the scorching skin of his pecs, her tongue leaving
a wet trail as she moved to one small brown nipple.

Just
like Zane, Beau had no hair on his chest, and V lost herself in the sultry,
heavenly taste of him. Using her teeth, she scraped over the small brown circle
until it pebbled, then she used her tongue to flick it. Beau’s hands came
around to pull her head closer to him, a faint grumble sounding from deep in
his chest. “Your mouth is so sweet.”

V
continued teasing Beau’s nipples, one then the other while Zane drove her wild
with his touch. She felt him move behind her, his big body pressing against her
back, sandwiching her between him and Beau. He ground his hips into her ass
while she reached between her and Beau and easily unbuttoned his jeans. She
wasn’t fumbling nearly as much now, and she figured that was Beau’s intention.
He was letting her see just how much he wanted her.

There
was something different about tonight. It was clear they were trying to keep
her from thinking, making her feel cherished, cared for. It was definitely
thrilling, and they knew exactly how to play her, and it worked.

Oh,
how it worked.

♂♀♂

Zane
let Beau distract V while he continued to tease her, but now he was ready to get
on with it. Her confidence was building right along with her need, which only
made him harder, more eager to fuck her into oblivion.

He
took a step back, allowing her to slide Beau’s jeans down his hips, but as soon
as she had his best friend naked, Zane gripped her hair firmly, pulling her
back to standing before she got any more ideas. Sure, they still had plenty of
time to play, but he wanted to be just as naked as she was.

“My
turn, baby,” he told her when she turned to face him. He leaned down, pulling
her head closer and crushing his lips to hers while she moved her fingers to
the buttons on his shirt. Within seconds, she had his shirt off, and his
belt-buckle undone and was working on the button and zipper of his jeans. While
she freed his cock, Zane helped her by toeing off his boots and knocking them
out of the way.

With
his jeans wrapped around his ankles, Zane managed to push them off while still
gripping V’s hair firmly. “I want to feel your mouth on me,” he stated as
calmly as he could muster. He was overly anxious to get her mouth wrapped
around his dick, to feel the passionate, fervent rasp of her tongue sliding
over him, and he was running out of patience.

Using
the hand still in her hair, he pushed her to her knees, keeping his eyes locked
with hers. He was spurred on by the hunger and longing he witnessed in her
expression. V wasn’t hesitating now, but she knew very soon it would be her
turn.

With
Beau standing on the other side of V, Zane kept his eyes on the woman kneeling,
her mouth so damn close to his cock, but not quite close enough. He didn’t dare
let go of her hair. She liked the way he controlled her movements, he’d seen it
before, and he sensed that she needed him to keep her close. Using his free
hand, he guided his dick to her mouth, watching as her lips parted, and her attentive
little tongue darted out to tease the swollen head, lapping at the drop of
moisture beading on the tip. He growled the instant she touched him with her
tongue.

“Awww,
baby, fuck. So good.” Never taking his eyes off of her, Zane let the sensations
overload his system as she began sucking him in earnest, using one hand to
stroke his shaft, the other to gently knead his balls with enough pressure to
have him sucking in a hard breath. If he had to guess, V liked having Beau
watching and that he was definitely doing.

Beau
moved closer, sliding his hand into V’s hair similar to the way Zane’s was.
Turning her head, Zane’s cock fell from her mouth as his best friend turned her
toward him. V didn’t hesitate before lavishing Beau’s dick with the same enthusiasm
as she had his. The woman was on fire, and Zane knew it was time to turn up the
heat.

Loosening
his grip on her hair, Zane backed away, pulling her comforter off of her bed
and tossing it to the floor. When he was finished, he returned to V’s side and
then instructed her to get up. Beau was going to have to wait a few minutes
because Zane had other ideas and they included his mouth on her pussy.

“Come
here.” Zane moved onto the bed, laying back and pulling her on top of him. The
little hellcat rubbed her entire body up the length of his as she moved,
ensuring he felt the wet heat of her pussy as she slid along his cock. “Damn!”

Zane
was unable to hold back as his dick roused even more, anxious to slide into her
heat while she wrapped her legs around his waist. But, that would have to wait.
He pulled on her arm, forcing her to keep moving until he managed to get her
straddling his head, his tongue so damn close to the musky, delicious smell of
her. Using both hands, he separated her tender flesh, exposing her pretty pink
folds and her clit to his gaze. She was hovering above him, not quite close
enough for him to reach. “Sit on my mouth, V. I want to bury my tongue in your
pussy right fucking now.”

Zane
felt the shiver that ran through her as she lowered herself closer to his mouth
until his tongue was delving into the lush, soft contours of her folds, the
rich taste of her exploding on his tongue as he lapped at her like a starving
man. When he felt V move, Zane looked up the length of her body above him to
find her leaning over onto her hands, Beau in front of her, feeding his dick
into her mouth. Zane alternated between watching her deep throat his best
friend and feasting on her pussy while she moaned and thrashed against him,
rocking her hips forward and back, riding his mouth for all she was worth.

Having
her like this was so fucking hot, Zane wouldn’t be surprised if he came right
then and there. He knew V was damn close so he pulled away and she groaned,
sounding not at all happy with him.

“I
want you to come in my mouth, V. Come all over me, baby,” Zane urged before
pulling her hips down toward his mouth once more, thrusting his tongue deep
inside before sliding up to circle her clit, then back down. He repeated the motion
over and over before easing one finger inside of her, twisting it so he could reach
that one spot guaranteed to make her scream.

And
it did.

V
came apart, her pussy grinding against his mouth, his finger buried deep
inside, her muscles clamping down as her orgasm plowed through her.

It
was so fucking sexy to witness Vanessa Carmichael come apart. And Zane wasn’t
ready to stop yet.

♂♀♂

V
couldn’t control the trembling in her muscles as her orgasm subsided, the release
leaving her both yearning for more and very much depleted of all her energy.
She hadn’t expected that. At least not yet. Zane had the most skilled mouth she
had ever known. Not that she had known many, but still. The man had a wicked
tongue.