Zane (Alluring Indulgence) (34 page)

Glancing
up at Beau, she had to wonder who was more nervous. He looked like he was
gearing up for the fight of his life and he didn’t expect to win.

Just
when it looked as though both men might decide to forgo this endeavor
altogether, Zane surprised them all by reaching out, gripping Beau by the back
of his neck and pulling him close, their mouths crashing against one another
and the brutal kiss that ensued stole V’s breath.

Leaning
closer to Zane’s neck, she kept her eyes pinned on their mouths as they ate at
one another. This wasn’t a simple, get to know you type of kiss. This was
hungry and desperate and so damn raw, V half expected sparks to start shooting
out from where they touched.

“That’s
the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” she groaned against Zane’s ear and
his growling response only heated her blood even more. “I want to watch while
he sucks your cock deep into his mouth. I want you to watch,” she encouraged,
continuing to hold him against her, his back flush against her front, his hips
encased in her thighs as she wrapped her legs around him from behind. Zane was
gripping one of her thighs, holding her close as though she were grounding him
somehow.

When
Zane broke the kiss, they both were panting, and from where she sat, she could
see the dazed look in Beau’s eyes.

“Do
it,” she whispered in his ears. “Make him suck your cock, Zane.”

Zane
might’ve said he wanted to be in control, but V knew he would welcome the help.
As desperate as they all might be to see where this would lead, she knew it was
foreign. For all of them. Sharing her had become almost normal, but for these
two alpha males to give in to one another, that was going to take some coaxing.
At least on Zane’s part.

“Pull
out my cock,” Zane ordered, speaking to Beau.

V
rested her chin on Zane’s shoulder, her arms wrapped around his chest, beneath
his arms. It was almost as though she were holding him back, but really, she
was trying to keep him with her. As kinky as this was, she wasn’t willing to
let Zane go this alone.

“Awww,
fuck.” The unrestrained growl that tore from Zane’s lips as soon as Beau had
freed his cock echoed around them.

Beau
didn’t hesitate before he lowered to his knees. V continued to watch down the
front of Zane’s body, holding him back, but not restraining him. When Beau’s
tongue darted out and licked the head of Zane’s cock, Zane’s body jolted, and
she held even tighter.

“That’s
so damn sexy,” she whispered in Zane’s ear. “Watching Beau on his knees,
sucking you, teasing you the way I do. It makes me want to help him.”

Zane’s
body went utterly rigid, and V wondered if it was due to something she said or
what Beau was doing. She wasn’t sure. When he pulled one hand free of her grip,
V watched as Zane thrust his fingers into Beau’s hair, holding him close but
not impeding his movements.

“Don’t
you dare make me come,” Zane warned.

The
sound of Beau’s tongue and mouth working Zane over was making V wetter than she
thought possible. She couldn’t see all of what he was doing anymore because
Zane’s body was bowed, his head falling back against her. She nipped and sucked
his neck, then his earlobe, relishing in the harsh, choppy breaths Zane was
taking.

“Take
me deeper,” Zane ordered. “Don’t move.”

V
leaned forward once more watching in absolute awe as Zane fed his cock deeper
and deeper into Beau’s mouth.

“Damn,
it’s too fucking good. I’m not ready to come yet.”

V
wasn’t ready for him to either. This party was just getting started, and that deviant,
libidinous side of her wanted to watch these two men longer. She wanted Beau to
find his pleasure in the moment. She just wasn’t sure what that was.

♂♂♀

Beau
let Zane use his mouth. He never stopped sucking, stroking his smooth, hot
erection. This wasn’t much different than the other night, but it was so much
more at the same time. Zane was fully onboard, giving and taking at the same
time. Beau wanted to see how far he’d go. Not that he wasn’t nervous because he
was. His brain didn’t shut down, not since he dropped to his knees in front of
his friend. Knowing that Zane wasn’t doing this for himself made it tip the
scales of lascivious encounters. No, Zane was doing this for him and V. Beau
knew that. He didn’t question it because this was his selfish moment. There
weren’t many of those, but he wanted this.

If
there were a chance for him to go further, to do more than he ever imagined,
Beau wanted Zane to be his first. They may never talk about it again, but he
wanted to walk away with the knowledge that his first time had been about him.
Frequently he was the third in these little trysts, although sometimes Zane
was, depending on the woman they’d taken. This time he wasn’t the third. V was,
and that had Beau’s brain buzzing with desire.

“I
want to watch you fuck him.” V’s words shattered the silence and Beau felt
Zane’s legs go rigid beneath his hands. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to break
the moment because he feared what V said would send Zane running.

“I
want to watch you bury your cock in his ass, fucking him the way he wants. This
is for all three of us, Zane.”

Beau
didn’t stop his ministrations, continuing to pull Zane deep in his mouth, bobbing
his head over his long, thick cock, all the while refusing to touch himself. He
didn’t want to alter the course they were on. He also didn’t want to go off
like a rocket, which he feared he would. It didn’t take long, the night Zane
had touched him. Even if it hadn’t been in a teasing manner, the feel of Zane’s
hand on him had been pure, carnal torture.

“Do
you want that, Zane?”

Beau
opened his eyes and looked up the length of Zane’s magnificent body until he
reached his eyes. Zane was staring down at him, and the second their gazes
collided, Beau knew what was coming.

“Yes,”
Zane growled the single word and Beau’s cock throbbed, lengthened. He wasn’t
sure he’d make it to that point. “Stand up.”

Beau
released Zane’s cock from his mouth with a loud pop, never breaking the eye
contact. He stood to his feet, and although he was taller and a few pounds
heavier than Zane, he actually felt smaller. The control Zane had over him was compelling,
even if the man didn’t realize it.

When
Zane moved forward, Beau waited, wondering what was going to happen next.

“Get
down. I want you to undress him,” Zane told V.

Beau
wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle her talented little mouth on him. He was
primed and ready to explode. When V didn’t hesitate, jumping to her feet and
moving closer to him, Beau could only watch.

When
her small fingers found his belt buckle, he sucked in a breath, the cool contact
against his bare skin beneath his shirt was almost too much.

“Turn
around and lean against the counter.”

Beau
processed V’s words, but it took a few seconds before his feet actually did
what his brain was telling them to do. Zane moved around to the side, his arm
brushing against him and Beau found it even harder to breathe.

He
felt like he was in an alternate universe, watching this from somewhere far
away, but close at the same time. He knew the sensations of her hands touching
him while she removed his clothes one piece at a time were real, he just didn’t
know it could be this good. His skin was hypersensitive; there was a buzz in
his brain similar to when he’d had his fair share of liquor. Beau didn’t want
it to end.

Sex
had always been good, and Beau had never been dissatisfied. Ever. But this... This
was more than the best he’d ever had. It was as though the electrical current
directly connected to his bloodstream was making a complete circuit.

Beau
sucked in a breath when V’s soft, warm hand gripped his dick, stroking him so lightly,
it was almost the equivalent of a light breeze. So good.

He
watched her, seeing how her pretty pink lips wrapped around the engorged head,
the feel of her tongue teasing the slit in the head had his knees shaking.

“Do
you like her hot mouth on you?”

Zane’s
words filtered in through the haze in his brain and Beau nodded, watching as
she slid him deeper in her mouth, her tongue teasing the underside before
curling around him completely.

“Son
of a –” He let the last word die off as he got lost in the sensation.

“Open
your eyes,” Zane demanded and Beau’s eyes flew open, but he didn’t look at the man.
He kept his gaze firmly planted on V and her lips as she continued to torment
him with pure, ecstasy.

“Have
you ever had a blow job by a man, Beau?”

Zane’s
tone was harsh, but not mean in any way. It was almost like the guy could
hardly contain whatever was building on the inside.

“No,”
he said honestly. Unless his dreams counted, Beau had never felt a man’s lips
on his aching dick. No matter how much he’d wanted it.

His
brain barely registered the movement when Zane’s body lowered closer to the
floor, directly in front of him, beside V.

Beau
had to grip the edge of the granite countertop just to remain standing, and
Zane hadn’t even touched him. Just the thought of his mouth on him had his
balls tightening, the need to come too much to bear. He couldn’t watch, wasn’t
sure he could handle the sight of Zane blowing him.

The
sensations changed, and Beau dropped his head back, keeping his eyes tightly
closed. V’s silken hand was still wrapped around the base, applying just enough
pressure to keep him grounded in the moment, but as soon as a pair of firm lips
wrapped around the head of his cock, Beau’s body shook violently, his cock
jumping.

“Open
your eyes, Beau.”

V’s
words were encouraging, but he couldn’t do it. He wasn’t sure he’d survive it
if he did. He grunted and inhaled sharply, the warmth that enveloped him was
unlike anything he’d ever felt. Zane’s mouth wasn’t gentle or teasing. The man
was both hesitant and demanding all at the same time.

When
the warmth disappeared, Beau wanted to cry out from the loss.

“Open
your eyes.” The male growl that erupted in his ear drums had Beau pulling his
head forward. “Watch. It’s all about you right now. Only you.”

Well,
when Zane put it that way...

Beau
tilted his head down, holding his breath as he prayed that he wouldn’t pass
out. Oh, God! It was so fucking good. Too damn good to be real. His dreams
hadn’t felt like this. Nothing felt like this before.

A
growl pierced the air and Beau realized it was him. He watched, transfixed on
the two heads between his legs and when V moved lower, using her little tongue
to bathe his nuts, Beau wondered how he was still standing.

“Fuck!”

“Open
your eyes, Beau.” Again, V’s voice brought him back from the edge. “Fuck his
mouth.”

The
idea hadn’t even occurred to him. This was Zane. Zane was always in control,
and Beau didn’t want to do anything that would make him stop doing what he was
doing.

“Now.”
V’s demand made his hand move of its own volition, gripping the silky, lustrous
strands of Zane’s hair as he pulled him closer, slowly sliding his dick deeper
into the man’s mouth, watching as the shaft disappeared inch by inch until he
was damn near in Zane’s throat. Pulling out, he repeated the process over and
over, ever so slowly, not wanting to rush this because he knew as soon as he
did, he was going to come.

When
Zane sucked painfully hard, Beau realized he’d closed his eyes again, and he
was now staring down at the man on his knees before him. His cock fell from Zane's
lips, and Beau wanted to beg him not to stop.

“Bedroom.
Now.”

Without
another thought, Beau got with the program, traipsing naked across the spacious
living room and over to the bed. He had no choice. It was that or panic.

He
refused to do the latter.

♂♂♀

Zane
had no idea what prompted him to suck Beau’s dick, but he had. Never having
been one to feel regret, the feeling didn’t overcome him now. He didn’t regret
this, but with each and everything they did, he was reinstating the fact that
this wasn’t something he craved. Whether or not that made him feel any better,
he didn’t know. The only thing he did know, he was going through with it.

When
he’d told Beau that this was about him, he’d meant it. Something in his friend’s
eyes made him want to be here. Right here in this moment. With V by his side,
Zane knew this was finally all about someone other than him or her. As many
times as the three of them had come together, it’d never been like this. He
realized how selfish he’d been. Their threesomes had always been about the
woman, even if the two of them found their own satisfaction. Only Zane hadn’t
realized that Beau’s satisfaction had never been complete.

Oh,
he wasn’t being a fucking martyr. That’s not why he was doing this. He had his
own curiosity, and this was satisfying that need, but more importantly, he was
eager to bring Beau to the edge and send him over.