Sweet Surrender (Sweet #1)(64)
Author: Maya Banks

Behind her, Gray brought the crop down again on her ass, and she jumped as the crack filled the air.

“Oh goddamn,” Micah muttered. “You have the sweetest ass, Faith. It looks so pretty with those red welts on it.”

Gray struck again, and she whimpered even as the burn disappeared and the flush of pleasure radiated over her heated skin.

He set a rhythm, one destined to push her to the very edge of her limits. Caught between two men, she was mindless in her pleasure even as she gave them pleasure in return.

She lost count of the blows as they rained down on her behind, each one harder than the last. She was no longer aware of anything but the c**k sliding in and out of her mouth and the crop landing on her ass.

Micah’s hands tightened in her hair, and he yanked himself from her mouth. She gasped for breath as the blows subsided.

“Turn around,” Micah ordered.

Gingerly, she rotated, positioning herself on her hands and knees with her aching ass to Micah. She looked up to see Gray standing at the bed, the crop still in his hand. He stared at her with stark approval in his eyes.

She heard the crinkle of a wrapper. Then Micah roughly grabbed her ass in his hands, causing her to moan as jagged pleasure shot to her pu**y. He spread her, and thrust inside her. No workup, no teasing. He was balls deep. Urgent. Impatient.

She dropped her head, but Gray touched the crop to her chin, nudging it upward.

“Look at me,” he directed. “I want to see your eyes while he f**ks you.”

She locked gazes with him as Micah grasped her hips in his hands and began riding her hard. It was too much for her. Each slap of his thighs against her tender ass sent a spasm of ecstasy rocketing through her body. His c**k probed deep, touching her deepest recesses.

Just when she was poised to explode, once again, he pulled from her body. She whimpered in protest, and Micah smacked her already sore bottom.

Gray reached over and picked up the lubricant from the nightstand then tossed it over her head. Her breath caught deep in her chest, and she worked to expel it.

Gray reached for his fly and began unzipping his jeans. As she watched, he pulled his c**k out, holding it in his hand. He walked forward and got on his knees in front of her on the bed.

“I’m going to f**k your mouth while he f**ks your ass,” he said. “Can you take him, Faith? Can you take him like you did me?”

She nodded wordlessly, unable to say anything.

Micah grasped her ass in his hands, spreading the cheeks. The head of his c**k nudged her opening just as Gray cupped her chin in his hand and squeezed to open her mouth.

Micah surged forward, and she let out a cry. It was quickly silenced as Gray slid to the back of her throat.

“That’s it, baby,” Gray murmured. “God, you look beautiful. Do you know what a huge turn-on it is to see another man buried in your ass because I gave it to him?”

She closed her eyes as his words washed over her. Ownership. God, the idea of belonging to him unfurled dark, forbidden desires.

Micah stretched and plundered her ass as he reamed her with his cock. Gray filled her mouth, butting against the back of her throat as he matched the intensity of Micah’s thrusts.

Micah shoved forward and stilled against her, his c**k buried as deeply as he could go. “I’m going to take this condom off and come all over you, baby doll,” he rasped. Then he ripped himself out, and she flinched as the head slipped past her tight ring.

Gray thrust deeply then he too tore himself from her mouth. He began working his c**k with his hand. As the first splatter hit her face, she felt a hot stream of cum splash onto her ass.

It ran down the crack of her ass and slithered inside her still-open anus.

The two men groaned as they directed more cum onto her body. She was edgy with need. She’d been so close, and now she trembled, wanting nothing more than to finish what they’d started.

Gray reached out and wiped the cum from her lips with his thumb. She looked up to see him gazing at her, a fierce, possessive look on his face.

He stuffed his c**k back into his pants then hastily zipped his jeans. Behind her, Micah smoothed gentle hands over her ass. He pressed a tender kiss to the small of her back. Then Gray reached for her, picking her up as though she weighed nothing. He carried her into the bathroom and started a shower.

He hurriedly stripped then pulled her into the shower with him. He gave her a quick rinse, and then he picked her up and placed her back against the wall of the shower. He positioned his arms underneath her legs and pushed her even higher up the wall until her pu**y was at the level of his mouth.

“I didn’t allow you to come for him,” he murmured, his breath blowing over her wet curls. “Your orgasms are mine and mine alone.”

She trembled at the raw possession in his voice. He nuzzled between her folds and began licking her clit. She reached down to grasp his head, moaning as he sucked the tight little bud between his teeth.

As the water sprayed over his back, he tongued her entrance, lapping and sucking like he was starving. Her thighs began to shake uncontrollably as the sensations became unbearable.

His hands slid to her bu**ocks, and he squeezed as he deepened the assault with his tongue. He licked, sucked and then he thrust his tongue into her pu**y.

She yelled hoarsely as, finally, her orgasm flashed, hot and painful. She gripped his head, holding him close as he lapped at the flood of juices from her pu**y. He continued eating her until she could stand no more. She whimpered as he tongued her sensitive flesh, and he pulled away, allowing her to slide down the wall of the shower.

Her legs wobbled underneath her, and he grabbed her waist to steady her. He reached behind him to turn off the water, and then he turned back to her, his expression serious.

He nudged her chin upward with his finger. “Tell me the truth. Did I go too far?”

In that moment, she realized that she loved this man. No matter how forceful or dominant, he was only willing to go as far as she was comfortable with. Despite his concern that she was playing games, his desire was still to please her.

She cupped his face in her hands and pulled him down to kiss him. Their wet bodies met, and she wrapped her arms around him, wanting to absorb him.

“You were perfect,” she whispered. And it was the truth. He was taking care of her. It wasn’t about dominance. She didn’t have an overwhelming need to submit. What she wanted was a strong man to take care of her, to see to her needs, to satisfy her desires.

What she’d mistaken for submission was in actuality a need to connect to a man on an emotional as well as a physical level. The emotion had been what she lacked in her previous relationships. Without it, the sex didn’t measure up. Now she realized why.