Chapter Seven

 

Jen wasn’t sure what had come over her. Maybe she was channeling Tasha’s sexual confidence. Maybe it was that kinky car ride—she didn’t know. It didn’t matter now. In this moment they were hers and they were going to give her exactly what she wanted.

Standing in Declan’s library completely naked, watching these two beautiful men strip at her command, was more than surreal. But she knew she wasn’t dreaming. She could still feel the heat from the spanking Declan had delivered on the way over. This was happening. Finally. It felt like she’d waited forever.

Trick grabbed a bottle of champagne and walked toward her, and Jen had to focus all her energy on not melting in a puddle at his feet. She’d never seen him like this. Completely naked with all the lights on, the erection she’d had pressed against her so many times in full view.

He was beautiful, different, as if his irreverent armor had been stripped away and she was seeing him for the first time. Still wicked. Still a sexy son of a bitch. But there was something more that she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

And he was going to be hers. But first he was going to be Declan’s.

He took a swig from the bottle and then pressed it to her lips, tipping it back so she could drink. “You are always surprising me, Jen,” he whispered as she took a deep drink. The bubbles made her nose twitch and he laughed, kissing her breathless.

She caressed his strong jaw, threading her fingers through his blond beard while he tasted the champagne on her tongue.

When he came up for air, there was something soft and full of promise in his bright green gaze. “Your turn, Declan.”

Jen’s eyes widened when she realized Declan was right beside them, waiting. Trick handed him the bottle, and Declan tipped it against her skin instead of her lips, his storm-cloud gaze never leaving hers as the cool liquid spilled onto the tops of her breasts and hardened her nipples.

She gasped when he dipped his head to lick one; opening his mouth over most of her small breast and sucking so hard she felt it in her clit. His beard scraped her skin, and his tongue... God, yes. Her hips started moving of their own volition, her body empty and aching. When Trick followed Declan’s example with her other nipple she moaned, cupping their heads with her hands.

Yes. Both of you. Don’t stop.

Declan’s lips left her breast to skim her neck, her chin, before nibbling at her lower lip teasingly. “Are you sure you only want to watch? You said you weren’t a halfway kind of girl.”

She tugged Trick’s hair and tried to hold on to her resolve. “Let’s start with that, at least. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

Trick lifted his mouth and groaned. “I didn’t know you were such a voyeur.”

“Neither did I.”

“She’s a very bad girl,” Declan agreed, but she could see his frustration. He wanted her. Wanted both of them. She couldn’t doubt the desire in his eyes. The proof in every touch.

“Kiss Trick,” she murmured, running her hands up and down their arms, loving the feel of the muscles shifting beneath their skin. “I want to see it.”

Trick’s smile was a masculine challenge. “Maybe I’ll kiss him instead.”

Jen’s sex clenched at the possibilities those words brought to mind. Declan cupped the back of Trick’s neck in response, the move rough but almost playful as he pulled him close.

They came together with an ease and intimacy that was instantly arousing, eyes closing and everything else melting away as their tongues lazily battled for dominance.

Jen was still touching them both as she watched, as aroused as if they were kissing her. Nothing would ever match this, she knew. The anticipation and pure eroticism of this first time.

“So damn sexy.” She hadn’t realized she’d spoken out loud until they both moaned and the kiss became more aggressive. Urgent.

They liked knowing she was there. Watching.

She tore her gaze from their mouths and looked down over broad chests and muscled abs to watch their erections rubbing against each other as they kissed. They were evenly matched, beautifully made. They were going to take her together.

“You two are making my legs wobble.” She got to her knees beside them caressed their strong calves. “Why don’t you come down here where I can see you better?”

Declan tensed but Trick bit his lip until he growled. They knelt on the floor, still kissing as if they couldn’t get enough. Declan turned his head so Trick was biting his jaw and studied her in a way that made her quiver from head to toe.

“What is it, Declan?” she asked.

“You look good on your knees.” His voice was dark with promise. “I thought so the first time I saw you.”

Jen squeezed her thighs together, unable to hide her reactions from him. “And I wanted to know what those lips would feel like on my body. You’re both so beautiful together.”

He shook his head, a short laugh escaping his throat. “We’re not beautiful.”

“Speak for yourself,” Trick joked. He ran his hand down Declan’s torso and stomach, wrapping his fingers around his thick shaft. “I’m stunning.”

“You are,” Jen sighed, unable to stop her hand from gliding over his hip. “Declan, I can see why he makes you wild. He looks so lean and dangerous. Like he can’t be tamed.”

Declan groaned at her words and reached out to grip her ponytail, pulling the band out so her hair tumbled to her shoulders. His fingers threaded through it while his hips pumped forward into Trick’s firm grip.

“That’s better.” His lashes lowered and he looked down at the hand stroking him. “God, that’s good.”

Jen loved his hand in her hair, but when it left her to pull Trick in for another, deeper kiss, she didn’t mind at all. She was as lost in it as they were. This kiss was all Declan. He was hungry, eating at Trick’s mouth as if he were trying to consume him, his other hand covering the one on his shaft and increasing the pressure.

He needed more.

“I think Trick loves your mouth as much as I do.” She smiled when Trick moaned in agreement. She traced her fingers over Declan’s hard thigh. “I bet he begs when you wrap those full, sexy lips over his cock.”

Declan leaned back and looked into Trick’s eyes. “She wants to hear you beg, Tristan.”

“God,” Trick breathed when the professor smiled.

“You did tell me to indulge her.” He gripped Trick’s erection and positioned himself on his hands and knees in front of him, his mouth opening over his lover’s erection.

Jen licked her lips, watching Trick react to Declan’s talented mouth. She knew how skilled he was. How greedy. From the sounds Trick was making and the flex of his sexy behind, he was just as spun as she’d been by Professor Hot Lips.

“If you want me to beg, Declan, you’ll have to—Fuck. Yes, like that. Please, damn you.” Trick gripped Declan’s hair with white knuckles. “You said you’d take your time. So take it. Don’t fucking stop.”

She slid her hand between her legs, shuddering with desire as she watched Declan take his time. His thick lashes brushed his cheeks and his lips were stretched wide as he lowered them again and again to the base of Trick’s cock. He took it all, and Trick was an impressive looking man.

He was growling low, but the expression on his face was almost blissful as he gave Trick what he wanted. He loved him. Loved pleasing him. Loved making him beg.

“Yeah,” Trick moaned. “Don’t stop now, babe. I’m nearly there.”

So was she. She moaned when she slid one finger inside her and his lashes fluttered. She saw one hand lift off the floor and reach toward her. What did he want?

“Jen,” Trick gasped. “Come join us.”

She moved closer until she could reach out and touch them and Declan growled again, pulling them down so he was lying on his side. He gripped her hand and placed it on his thick shaft, groaning raggedly at her touch.

“Suck his cock, Jen,” Trick rasped. “He needs you.”

Yes, she thought crawling close and lowering her mouth to lick the head of his cock. Her eyes closed. God, he tasted good. She took him in greedily, mimicking what he was doing to Trick. Both men moaned in reaction.

“God, Declan—Jen, whatever you’re doing don’t stop… Fuck, that’s good. So good, babe.”

Holding Declan with one hand while she sucked him, she slipped the other back between her thighs. She was so hot. Aching. She wanted to watch Trick’s face as he came. Wanted to watch Declan pin Trick down again and claim him.

Wanted them both inside her.

“Yes. Please, babe. Yes.”

Trick came chanting Declan’s name and jarring them all with the thrust of his hips. Jen took more of Declan, loving the male, salty taste of him, her fingers rubbing her clit as she got closer to her own climax.

I want to make you come, Declan. I want to please you.

She sensed Trick move away to collapse with one last, deep groan and then Declan was in motion and she was on her back with her knees pressed against her shoulders. Trick handed him a condom.

Yes. Please. Finally. “Declan?”

His expression was feral, hungry, but he didn’t saw a word. He was staring into her eyes as he rolled his condom on with one hand and guided his erection inside her.

“Oh God.” Jen cried out as he filled her slowly, her tight muscles giving way to his unrelenting cock. Her position made her helpless to do anything but take him. She wanted all of him. She wanted more. “You’re…Oh God, Declan, please.”

She heard Trick’s sexy bedroom voice before she saw him move closer. “How does she feel?”

“Tight,” Declan growled. “Hot.”

“She’s so wet.” She saw Trick lick his lips as he watching Declan’s cock disappearing inside her. “I need to…”

Declan leaned back as Trick lowered his head between her legs, licking her clit and groaning at the taste. When he moved away Jen cried out as Declan thrust deeper. Faster. God, so deep. “Yes. Yes, Declan. I need it. I need—Yes.”

“So good. You’re gripping me so tight,” he muttered. “I couldn’t wait anymore. Can’t stop.”

“I’m close,” she gasped as each thrust seemed to go deeper than the last. Her whole body was on fire, burning for him. “I have to come. Declan.”

Her climax had him shouting against her skin, his thrusts erratic as he reached his own release. It was like a hurricane, tossing and spinning her around until she washed up on the shore, limp and happy to be alive as Declan gently rolled off of her.

She wasn’t sure how long she was on the library floor, but as the last ripples of her orgasm faded her mind began to float lazily from thought to thought.

She could get used to this.

She shouldn’t get used to this.

Was she flying?

Jen opened her eyes. Trick. Trick was carrying her. “How are you walking?”

Trick was still glistening with exertion and satisfaction when he smiled down at her. “I was born. I cried. I thought about ménage and then one year later I saw a cat I desperately needed to pet. It just sort of happened.”

She laughed weakly, leaning her head on his chest. “You know that’s not what I meant. Where are we going?”

“To the bedroom. I think our professor has plans for you, young lady. He was muttering something about detention.”

If detention meant he planned on another round, she was more than willing. She saw Declan’s broad shoulders as he strode ahead of them to open the bedroom door, heading for the bathroom she’d just showered in. Trick, however, was carrying her to the bed. He tossed her on the king-sized mattress covered in a rich azure blue comforter, crawling up after her and kissing her lips tenderly. “You blew my top off, Jennifer Finn. Declan’s too. You might be stuck with us for a while.”

She secretly wished that were true. “I was just the magician’s assistant. You two were the main attraction.”

He laughed and adjusted the pillows against the headboard, leaning on them before pulling her against him, his legs on either side of her and his arms wrapped around her. “No. I think you’re more like the lion tamer,” he murmured. “He’s a passionate man—”

“You think?” She shook her head at the understatement.

“He responded to you in a way I’ve never seen before.”

She didn’t know how that could be true. Trick had known him for so long. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated and then said, “Did you happen to notice any of his art in your wanderings? The paintings in his library?”

She shook her head. “I was a little preoccupied.”

“His mom was a painter, and watching her work while he was growing up gave him a taste for fine art.” He gestured with his head and she followed his gaze to the wall across from the bed to a gorgeous impressionist painting of a nude woman.

“I don’t know much about art, but it’s beautiful.”

“It’s you,” he corrected. “Or the idea of you, anyway.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Declan’s collected a lot of paintings over the years and they all have a few things in common. They’re all of beautiful, sensual women with flawless white skin and hair made of fire and gold. I hadn’t really thought much about them over the years, but one night after a fight, I found myself on my back with my knees in my chest and my pants around my ankles and Declan…”

He sighed, pulling her closer. “It was one of those moments, you know? I looked up on the wall and there she was. Everywhere, in a dozen different scenes and styles. She was watching us and smiling. Waiting.”

Jen was breathless from the images his words had evoked. “She?”

“You. The memory of that moment really stayed with me, I guess, and the first time I saw you, it was like I knew you. Like I’d had you and it was the best sex I couldn’t quite remember having.”

She blinked. “I didn’t know you were such a romantic.”

“And the more I watched you, the more I got to know you, the more I knew—”

Declan walked back out of the bathroom and looked back and forth between their faces. “Knew what?”

“That you’d be in there forever,” Trick said smoothly, “and damn, I was right. What took you so long?”

The more he knew what?

For a minute, Declan just stared at them cuddling in the middle of his bed, and despite his forbidding expression, Jennifer was sure there was a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.

“I was cleaning up so I could take care of Jennifer,” he finally said, moving closer, a white box and a wet washcloth in his hands, “And now I feel like you’re planning something again.”

“I usually am,” Trick said, making Jen laugh.

Declan held out the box to Trick, who pulled out a wipe and picked up Jen’s hands, cleaning them while Declan climbed between her legs and placed the hot washcloth on her sex.

“I feel like I’m at the spa. Do you give facials?” As soon as she said it out loud, she regretted it. Both men laughing only made it worse. “I walked right into that, didn’t I?”

“How are you?” Declan sobered first. “Any second thoughts?”

She frowned, startled. “None. You?”

He started to move the heated cloth against her. Sensual strokes that she felt in her clit. “Only about my lecture tomorrow. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to discuss the all-male harems of the Umayyad Caliphs of Cordoba, or the concubines of the Chinese emperors, without using the two of you in a demonstration.”

Jen dug her fingers into Trick’s arms as Declan continued to stroke her sensitive skin with the washcloth. “Maybe I should take a sick day so I don’t distract you.”

“And ruin your perfect attendance, Miss Finn? Don’t you dare.”

“I think I’m clean now.” She pressed back, away from the touch, not willing to admit she was already turned on again. “Thank you.”

Declan tossed the washcloth on the floor and gripped her thighs firmly. “There’s only one way to be sure.”

He lowered his body to the bed and pressed his face between her legs, inhaling deeply.

“Oh God.”

Declan moaned and traced every inch he could reach with his tongue. He sucked her clit until he heard her gasp, then licked it before circling her entrance. She knew he’d found what he wanted.

“Wet again.” He hummed against her clit and she shivered. “We have that in common, I think. One taste of something we want doesn’t satisfy us—it consumes us. Makes us ravenous for more. And I want more of you, Jennifer. I’ve wanted it again since I had a taste during our last lesson.”

“Wish I’d seen that,” Trick muttered.

“Get ready for an instant replay.” Declan spread her thighs further apart and started to fuck her with his tongue.

“Ah. Oh, Declan. Trick…”

“I’m here. I’ve got you.” Trick held an arm around her chest, cupping her breast with one hand as he watched Declan aggressively take what he wanted. “Jesus, he loves it, Jen. He needs it. Give him more.”

Her body’s response to his command was immediate. The flood of arousal made Declan growl with pleasure, his tongue going deeper and his nose pressing her clit. She was already so sensitive she came after a few minutes, but Declan didn’t stop. Not after the second, stronger climax. Or the third. She was crying as waves of release overlapped and threatened to consume her as his fingers joined his tongue inside her when Trick’s ragged voice drifted over her shoulder. “Declan, give her a minute to catch her breath.”

He lifted Jen away from Trick and, finding two condoms in the nightstand, ripped one open and swiftly rolled it on his lover’s reinvigorated erection. “Declan?” Trick murmured, his cheeks flushed as Declan kissed him.

“I can’t wait anymore.” He protected himself and reached for Jen again. “Jennifer, can you take us? I need to have you. Both of you.”

“Yes,” she said with a throat hoarse from shouting. Her eyelids closed as she shuddered. “That’s what I want.”

There was a deep rumble in his chest as the storm in Declan’s gray eyes intensified. “Straddle him.”

She licked her bottom lip and nodded, “Yes, Professor.” She looked down into Trick’s hungry eyes and swung her leg over his lap. Her palms pressed into his muscled chest and dug her nails in just enough to make him smile. She lowered herself onto him, whimpering when she felt the coarse hair at the base of his cock scrape her bare mound.

“Jesus, Jen,” Trick swore. “I knew. I knew you would feel like this.”

“Lean forward,” Declan growled close behind her. His tone made her clench around a gasping Trick, both of them waiting for his next command.

“Kiss him.” His voice was laced with need. “I have to get inside you. Need to have you both. Now.”

Trick had been training her with the plug and his fingers but there was no comparison once she felt Declan. The blunt head of his cock pushed steadily into her. No hesitation in his movements as he thrust his length deep inside her. So full. God, he was thick and hard and—“Declan.”

“Baby.”

They were both inside her. The feeling was almost too much. Pressed between their heat and strength, filled by both of them. Yes.

Declan reached over her to kiss Trick hungrily. Then he raised back up and slid his hands into her hair, tugging until she tilted her head back. “Mine,” he groaned, taking her mouth as his hips started a rhythm Trick quickly matched. They intertwined their fingers at her hips, both men guiding her. Owning her.

Jen was having a hard time finding her breath as they took her. She could feel them thrusting in and out, faster than before. She could hear them whispering encouragement and swearing with restraint, but everything else faded into the background as the two men claimed her.

Her men.

Declan moaned. “You’re so fucking tight, Jen. I can’t get enough.”

“Don’t hold back, Declan,” Trick demanded hotly. “She likes it rough. She can take us. She can take both of us.”

When Declan took the challenge she lost her ability to think. To breathe. All she could do was take what he gave and cling to them both as the world spun off its axis and flung her into space.

“Never.” He kept repeating it with every thrust, his hips pounding against her, jarring her body down onto Trick’s shaft with every thrust. “Never get enough. So good, I’ll never get enough.”

“So good, Jen,” Trick echoed. “Perfect.”

She could feel it coming. Another wave so big it would swallow her whole. Wash away everything she was and leave nothing but bones. “Declan, Trick, I’m… Oh God.”

“Jen!” His shout joined hers as they came together. It was too much. She’d thought what they did in the library was the sexiest thing she’d experienced. This was more.

Mine, he’d said earlier.

Did she have to turn in her lady card for loving the sound of that?

Was she a fool to hope he meant it?

She was lying there panting, her cheeks damp with tears she didn’t remember shedding, her head on Trick’s shoulder and Declan leaving kisses along her spine. Her body was trembling, shuddering with aftershocks, and she couldn’t remember ever feeling more complete. More vulnerable. Alive. Was this normal? Trick had said “emotionally intense” but this? How did someone handle this? What would Tasha do?

Scratch that. Tasha was shameless.

And what are you?

Trick sighed. “We have a big problem.”

“We do?”

“We do,” he said, amusement and wonder in his voice. “There may not be enough condoms in your basket to make it through this night.”

She gasped and laughed breathlessly as he made his cock pulse inside her. She might not have to worry about what came after this, she thought, swallowing hard. It was very possible she wouldn’t make it through the night.