"You try me, Darcy," Quentin said, his voice hoa.r.s.e. "I haven"t any liking for sharing you with another man, much less helping him f.u.c.k you."
Her heart thrilled at his possessive tone and words. "Tonight ends it. I promise."
He drew in a deep breath. "You have a lubricant?"
Darcy couldn"t believe he conceded so easily. "In the nightstand." Watching him turn to reach for the tube, she couldn"t stop a mix of dread and guilty antic.i.p.ation stepping up her heartbeat.
"Such a nasty girl," Joe said, his hand reaching around her to cup her breast. His lips opened over the curve of her shoulder. He forced her to her back on the bed.
Quentin placed a hand in the middle of Joe"s chest and shoved. "You won"t treat Darcy harshly, not in word or deed, or I"ll dust you."
"Are you so sure you could take me?"
Darcy rose on her elbows. "Joe, put a sock in it. If you"re drinking my blood, you"re d.a.m.n well treating me with respect. You may be a big, bad vampire now, but you"re acting like a brat. Cut it out."
Joe glowered, but his expression changed when his gaze drifted from her face and down her naked body. The look grew feral. "d.a.m.n Da.r.s.e! This isn"t easy. I can feel changes creeping over me-some I"m fighting to control."
"That"s why you won"t feed unless I tell you," Quentin said. "Darcy needs to trust you won"t hurt her, again. So, for now, our attentions are for her."
Darcy felt liquid trickle from her c.u.n.t. She was downright embarra.s.sed about how arousing this discussion was becoming.
When two sets of nostrils flared and sniffed, she thought she"d rather find a hole to hide in than face their knowing expressions.
Quentin"s mouth curved into a smirk, and Joe"s eyebrow lifted in a mano a mano challenge.
Darcy"s heart sounded a loud tattoo they couldn"t fail to hear.
"How "bout we start north and work our way south?" Joe asked, giving the lead to Quentin.
Quentin nodded and indicated Joe could start first. Quentin lay down on his side, resting on his elbow to watch.
Joe leaned over her to kiss her lips, and Darcy"s gaze didn"t leave Quentin"s face. If he was still jealous of Joe"s presence in her bed, nothing in his expression betrayed him. Darcy almost wished for a flush of anger or a frown.
So when Joe"s tongue darted into her mouth, she clutched his hair to deepen the kiss. Their tongues parried and stroked. Their mouths ate each other"s lips in wet, sultry kisses.
When they drew apart, Darcy"s mouth already felt swollen.
Joe left a trail of wet kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and lower to her breast. Feeling his hand kneading the soft underside and his mouth kissing the tops of her quivering flesh, Darcy reached for Quentin.
Quentin leaned down and licked her lips.
Opening her mouth, Darcy touched her tongue to his without seeking a kiss. They mated softly, lapping at each other"s tips. The kiss that followed sealed their mouths, then slid, creating a soft suctioning that drew Darcy"s belly tight once more.
When they parted, Darcy stared at Quentin for the longest moment. I love you.
Joe tongued her nipple, encouraging it to peak.
Quentin nibbled on her earlobe.
Darcy tried to keep silent against their determined onslaught, but her gasps and soft moans caught her by surprise. They gave her no room to hide the depth of her growing excitement.
Quentin"s hand slid down to palm her neglected breast.
Darcy moved her hips restlessly on the mattress.
When she felt both men"s hot mouths close over her nipples, her back arched off the mattress, pressing her chest high. The men worked in concert, sucking, chewing softly on her sensitive tips.
Then their hands smoothed over her belly and thighs, coming up the soft insides, pressing her legs apart until her core was open and exposed.
Darcy"s breaths became jagged, and she shook-fine tremors that radiated down her belly and trembled through her thighs.
Quentin made a shushing sound and kissed her belly, swirling his tongue into her belly b.u.t.ton, and then licking downward to the nest of damp hair.
Joe showed no mercy, he bit her-large, open-mouthed bites, never hurtful and that surprised and excited her. His hands lifted the leg nearest him onto his shoulder and he buried his face between her legs, nipping and kissing her thighs.
Quentin"s fingers stroked around her l.a.b.i.a, taking the fragrant glaze seeping from within her to tease the swollen nubbin at the top of her folds.
Joe"s tongue darted inside her, fluttering, stroking, lapping her cream like a cat.
Darcy sighed noisily, watching the two heads, one with long silvery-blond hair, the other close-cropped black, circling over her flesh. "Ahhh, please," she pleaded. "Take me, now."
"Sweetheart, you"re not nearly ready for us," Quentin murmured. He reached for two pillows. "Joe, help me get these under her hips."
Joe rose, and Darcy moaned at the loss of his mouth from her c.u.n.t. His hands cupped her b.u.t.tocks and lifted her high enough for Quentin to slide the pillows beneath her. Then the two men knelt, staring at her splayed thighs.
"You have the prettiest a.s.shole, Da.r.s.e," Joe said, his voice deep and growling, his hand stroking his c.o.c.k. "I"m gonna f.u.c.k it "til you scream."
Feeling a twinge of fear, Darcy tried to close her legs, but both men tugged her legs wider and higher.
"I"m afraid we still have some work to do before she can take you." Quentin reached for the tube of K-Y. He squeezed it onto his fingertips and gave her a glance that sent p.r.i.c.kly heat dancing across her belly. "I"m stretching you with my fingers. Relax when I come inside you."
Joe apparently understood his role; his fingers dipped inside her c.u.n.t to finger-f.u.c.k her.
Darcy"s hips rolled, trying to take him deeper.
Quentin rubbed the ointment around her hole, and Darcy quivered, her head digging into the mattress as she arched. Then he inserted one finger and swirled inside her a.s.s until she cried out.
At the sound, Joe withdrew his fingers. "No, you don"t. Not yet."
The loss of the extra stimulation kept her from creeping over the edge of her climax. Instead, he stroked her thighs-teasing pa.s.ses that glanced against her l.a.b.i.a without ever giving her the deeper strokes she craved.
Quentin inserted a second long finger inside her, and Darcy moaned, feeling herself tighten to resist his uncomfortable invasion.
"Relax, sweetheart," he crooned. "Let me in."
Darcy couldn"t take it. The pressure burned. "This is too much," she whispered.
Joe"s mouth latched onto her nipple and he suctioned, drawing the tip between his teeth.
With Joe"s teeth gnashing on her nipple and Quentin fingering her a.s.s, Darcy"s sphincter gradually eased. Then she had to move. She needed more-and told them so-loudly. With her head thrashing on the mattress, her hand sought her other nipple and she tugged it, twisting gently.
Joe"s hand pushed hers to the bed. "Not until we say so, sweetheart."
Darcy"s a.s.s burned, stretched beyond what she thought she could comfortably take, but the pull caused an exquisite pain. Her hands clutched the bedding.
Quentin pulled out partway then stroked back inside. Then he repeated the sweet torture, in and out, stretching and burning her tender tissue.
Darcy whimpered and circled her hips.
"You"ve been so good," Quentin said, his voice a deep rumble. He leaned over her, his fingers still shoved deep inside, and kissed her. "Darcy, can you take more?"
Darcy sucked his lower lip between her teeth while her hips continued circling on his fingers. "Oh, please. Give me more. Come inside me."
"Joe, let"s take her, now." Quentin pulled away his fingers and wiped them with tissues from her nightstand. Then he yanked the pillows from beneath her.
Joe tugged the sheets to the end of the bed and tossed them to the floor.
As she watched the men prepare the bed, Darcy hugged her belly, trying to still the tremors that grew stronger by the moment. Excitement so strong she could smell her own arousal created an ache that clamped her thighs together involuntarily. Her fingers crept to her c.l.i.toris, and she rubbed herself.
"What did I tell you about helping yourself?" Joe knelt on the mattress and rolled her to her side to face Quentin. Then he snuggled next to her back, his c.o.c.k flush against the crease between her b.u.t.tocks.
"I"m only coming a little way into your c.u.n.t, love," Quentin said. "Joe, you"re to wait until she"s ready. She"s tensing again. Here"s the gel." He pa.s.sed the tube to Joe.
Joe pushed her hair forward and swept his tongue over the vertebrae at the back of her neck.
Quentin scooted closer, his c.o.c.k brushing her belly.
Sandwiched between the two men, Darcy was starting to have second thoughts. The heat coming from their bodies drew away the air from her lungs. She was panting, shivering, and neither had entered her yet.
Quentin extended his arm for her to rest her head upon, and Darcy felt a moment"s ease when she looked into his face. His watchful gaze searched hers.
She brushed her fingers over his cheek and caressed his shoulders. He covered her breast, and she sighed. She slid her thigh over his, opening her legs for him to fit between.
Quentin"s hips pulled back then his c.o.c.k nudged her c.u.n.t, found her moist welcome, and he surged inside her.
Her thigh tightened around his hip, pulling him deeper into her, and he pulsed, shallow thrusts that slowly stoked her fire.
Joe"s hands smoothed down her back to her b.u.t.tocks, and he squeezed, helping her press closer to Quentin. Then his fingers pushed inside her a.s.s.
Her breaths shortened, catching on ragged sighs and moans. Her hips found Quentin"s rhythm and she countered it, pressing her p.u.s.s.y forward to greet his strokes.
At the sensation of Joe"s c.o.c.k sliding between her cheeks, she deepened her undulations, forward and back.
He pulled out his fingers and pressed the thick, round head of his c.o.c.k against her opening.
Sure she"d never take him inside, she whimpered. The pressure became unbearable and she opened her mouth to beg him to stop, and then gasped when he shoved past the tight ring.
"Christ, you"re tight." Joe"s forehead rested on her shoulder, and his hips stilled. A shudder shook his long frame.
Darcy burrowed her face into the crook of Quentin"s neck and moaned. "Give me more, Joe. Please, give me more." Her hips jerked when he surged into her, crowding her delicate tissues.
She didn"t realize she was shaking until Quentin"s arms surrounded her. "Now, Joe. Prepare her neck. You know how."
As his c.o.c.k stroked deeper into her a.s.s, Joe"s tongue slid along her neck.
Darcy gasped. Filled to bursting with c.o.c.k, she was on the brink of splintering into a thousand pieces. Her hands clutched Quentin"s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
Joe resumed pumping against her a.s.s, and Darcy had to move. "Quentin?" she asked her voice quavering.
His mouth settled over hers. His arm crooked beneath her thigh to lift it, allowing both men room to slide deeper into her body. Quentin surged forward until he was fully seated.
Pinned between them, she couldn"t move her hips. She quaked, whimpering and moaning, not recognizing the animalistic sounds erupting from deep within her throat. She accepted their deepening thrusts, their hips countering each other"s moves.
Quentin"s lips lifted from hers. "Now, Joe," he growled.
Joe"s hands circled her chest to clasp her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, his fingers pinching her nipples. A rumble from behind her was all the warning she got before his teeth sank into her neck.
Darcy screamed, loud and long, then closed her eyes tightly.
Quentin kissed her again, his tongue sliding along hers, and she bit him. He growled and thrust harder.
Joe"s rumbling grew to a roar, and his hips jerked out of synch, faster. Burning her a.s.s as his thick c.o.c.k stretched her farther.
Faster, harder, deeper, their thrusts grew wild, and Darcy writhed between them, sweat breaking over her body, cream gushing in her c.u.n.t.
Quentin"s hips rolled and jerked, and his arm drew her thigh higher.
Joe"s hands moved lower to close over her hips, anchoring her to receive his hard, pistoning c.o.c.k.
Beyond words, Darcy"s body took their thrusts, and she forgot to breathe. Then her o.r.g.a.s.m rolled over her, clenching her belly, tightening her v.a.g.i.n.a and a.s.s, pulsing, caressing their c.o.c.ks. Both men growled, and Darcy screamed as release washed over her.
The men rocked, their c.u.m spurting inside her body.
She didn"t know she was crying until Quentin licked tears from her face. As Joe closed the small wounds on her neck, he withdrew his c.o.c.k, but Quentin stayed buried deep inside. His arms pulled her closer, and she turned her face to nestle in the crook of his neck.
Joe kissed her shoulder and drew away, leaving the sweat on her back to cool in the air. She heard the sounds of water running in the bathroom, but she couldn"t stir herself to move away from Quentin.
Quentin kissed her temple. "Come, my dear, I"ll help you with your bath." He offered his hand to pull her to her feet.
She was grateful for the support when her legs crumpled beneath her. With a shaky laugh, she let him lead her to the bathroom.
As Quentin pa.s.sed Joe in the doorway, the two men exchanged nods.
When the door closed behind the woman he loved and her vampire, Joe quietly left the bedroom.