WE WATCH AS THE LAST bits of daylight fade away, casting a grayish-blue hue on the ocean and mountainous landscape. Jett, London, Kayne, and I have just finished a dinner on the lanai of grilled steak, mashed potatoes, and sautéed asparagus. I swallow the last of my wine before I start clearing the table.
“Do you want some help, Ellie?” London asks, moving to stand.
“I’m fine.” I motion for her to sit. “You clean up twenty-four hours a day.”
“That isn’t a lie.” She smiles as she sinks back into her chair. I pile the plates and bring them into the kitchen as Kayne scrubs the grill and Jett irritates him by pointing out all the spots he missed. I laugh to myself while rinsing the dishes, highly amused by the three people I love in each their own way. After loading the dishwasher, I jump when I feel Jett standing behind me.
“Jesus!”
“Nope, just Jett.” He grins. I swear he and Kayne can be silent as shadows when they want to be. “Silverware?” He holds up a handful of forks and knives.
“Just stick them in the sink,” I instruct as I head to the refrigerator. I hear the metal clink behind me.
“Any dessert?” Jett asks, curiously. When he and London come over, I always know to have dessert. He has one wicked sweet tooth.
“Of course.” I pull out a cake from the fridge. “Red velvet.”
I place it on the counter in front of him and remove the Saran Wrap. I then swipe my finger in the icing and hold it up to him. “The cream cheese frosting is even homemade, especially for you.”
Jett stares down at my finger, a small little smirk playing on his lips. “You know it’s not nice to tease me, Ellie.”
I step closer to him. “Who’s teasing?”
Jett’s mouth falls slightly open. It’s not often he’s surprised, but when he is, it’s a classic moment. I watch closely as he glances outside to see Kayne’s reaction. He’s just standing casually next to London, the two of them voyeurs to our little show. He nods at Jett, as if giving him the okay.
“You sure about this?” Jett asks, bringing his attention back to me, his turquoise eyes now wild and alight.
“Yes,” I answer confidently.
“You know once we start, there’s no stopping.” Jett wraps one of his hands around mine, bringing my frosting covered finger to his lips. “Are you ready for that?”
I swallow thickly, staring directly into Jett’s eyes. I nod, the heat coming on faster than I anticipated.
“You’re blushing, sweet thing.” Jett slips my finger into his mouth and swirls his tongue around the tip. My knees go weak. “Answer me, Ellie,” Jett urges. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I breathe out. “I know exactly who I belong to.”
Jett smirks fiendishly. “After tonight, you may reconsider that.”
“Don’t make me kill you.” Kayne’s voice cuts through the sexual tension smothering the room. I glance over to see him and London on the other side of the breakfast bar and wonder idly how long they’ve been standing there. “I don’t feel like looking for a new best friend.”
“In situations like these, you know I have no control over the outcome,” Jett taunts him.
They share a silent exchange before Jett asks outright, “Are you okay with this?”
Kayne sighs, relenting, “What my kitten wants, she gets.”
“And your kitten wants me?” Jett responds, gratified, almost triumphant.
“I want both of you,” I clarify.
“Then both of us you shall have.” With that, he swiftly scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder.
I squeal instinctively.
Jett makes it upstairs in record time, Kayne and London hot on his heels. Once in the master bedroom, he tosses me onto the bed. “Stay,” he orders as Kayne pins me with a heated stare.
I glance over at London, worried and disheveled on the bed. She communicates silently, you asked for this, be prepared. She did warn me numerous times that taking on Kayne and Jett is like trying to tame two wild animals. But the warning always excited me more than scared me. Except now, about to be in the thick of it, I wonder if I’m biting off more than I can chew.
I guess I’ll soon find out.
“London, undress Ellie.” The command comes swiftly from Jett, like a hard slap. She moves quickly, pulling my jean skirt down. She then pulls me up and rips off my tank top. In five seconds flat, I’m naked in front of the three of them.
“Thank you,” Jett kisses her promptly on the cheek as she steps back between the four starving eyes raking over my bare body.
“Up.” Jett crooks a finger at me.
I crawl to the edge of the bed and sit on my knees. I’m suddenly shaking. Tonight is going to be completely different. Different than any other time the four of us have shared. There are no boundaries tonight, no invisible line forbidden to cross. No more imagining . . . only experiencing. I steal a look at Kayne. He’s cool and collected on the outside, but I wonder what he’s feeling on the inside. His majestic blue gaze gives nothing away except fanatical lust.
“Be a good kitten and sit still,” Jett instructs as he reaches over and grabs my collar, which is peeking out from under our pillows. Kayne likes to keep it chained to the vining iron headboard, right along with me. Jett fastens the white leather around my neck as I regard him curiously. He’s never referred to me as kitten before, directly or indirectly. Kayne is the only one who has ever used my pet name. It feels strange and completely unlawful. But that is the whole point of tonight, breaking the rules of attraction. Jett smirks as if registering my silent thought. Once finished with my collar, he slides his hand into my hair and yanks firmly, tipping my face up. “Kayne may own you,” he murmurs, his warm breath tickling the shell of my ear, “but a little piece of you has always belonged to me.”
I sit like a statue processing his bold statement, agreeing with him beyond reason. Jett always has been an exotic spice in mine and Kayne’s mix. “Tonight, you’re our pet,” he announces, jerking on my chain. The word our is not lost on me; it refers to all three people in this room. “I want to watch you pleasure my little bird, and if she isn’t satisfied, you’re going to get punished.” Jett’s lips curve up as mine turn down. He’s never threatened to punish me before. I look at Kayne. He just shrugs a shoulder, as if agreeing with Jett. This is an odd, new dynamic. I don’t know what I was expecting going into this, but being a shared pet with the threat of punishment definitely wasn’t it.
“How do you answer, kitten?” Kayne’s voice is hard, rough, dusted with desire.
“Yes, Jett,” I answer obediently.
“Good girl.” There’s an air about Jett that I’ve never experienced before. It’s commanding and authoritative, but not like the Jett I know. This person in front of me is someone else completely; this person is a huntsman, a skilled, cunning individual who appreciates the chase as much as the kill. I see it reflecting in his turquoise eyes. Eyes that have only shown flickers of the man who lurks beneath the surface.
London crawls onto the bed and kneels right in front of me. Even she is different tonight. There is not a blip of submissive energy radiating from her. Tonight, she’s an equal to Kayne and Jett. It’s sexy and intimidating all at the same time. She stares at my mouth, knowing full well what it’s capable of, and eager for me to put it to good use.
“Undress me, kitten.” Being called by my pet name by others sends a chill right down my spine. I never knew it could affect me in such a way, making me feel totally bound while at the same time so completely free.
I grab the hem of her loose fitting sundress and run my fingers along her skin as I pull it up. She’s not wearing anything underneath, except a skimpy, bright orange thong. Once off, she tugs on my collar, bringing our faces close together. She’s controlling the show, kissing me how she wants and where she wants. My lips, my cheeks, my neck, moving down until she reaches my breasts, biting and licking my nipples while Kayne and Jett watch fixated.
“I want your tongue all over me,” London hisses in my ear, as she leans backward, pulling me along with a firm grip on my collar. She lies on her back, situating me directly on top of her. With an iron-clad grasp, she leads my face to her neck. Like instructed, I begin to lick. I run my tongue over her collarbone, down the center of her chest, until I reach her naked breasts, I tease each nipple with a slash of my tongue and suck hard, nipping her the way she did to me not moments ago. She moans audibly as she yanks on my collar, drawing me further down her body. She wants my mouth on her pussy; there’s no disputing it. London is always greedy when it comes to me. She likes me one place, and that’s with my head right between her thighs. I yank off her panties, nearly ripping them from excitement. Just as I take my first lick of her slit, I feel the bed dip both in front of me and behind me. My defenses instantly fly up. Shit’s about to get real. I flick my eyes up to see Jett in front of me, leaning over London’s outstretched body and feel Kayne’s hands caressing the small of my back.
“Don’t stop,” Jett instructs as he presses his lips to London’s arched chest. I keep up a fluid rhythm with my tongue as he moves down her body, following the same path I took seconds ago. I watch engrossed as he pulls each of her nipples into his mouth, stretching skin then moving down to her torso. He never takes his sharp turquoise stare off me as he comes closer, closer until his mouth is a breath away from mine. London squirms and moans beneath us, as I continually skim over her clit. Then it happens, Jett lashes out his tongue, simultaneously French kissing us both. The contact sends a heat wave through my whole body, blowing the doors of exhilaration wide open, desire and want running rampant through my entire nervous system.
London expels a low, throaty moan as the two of us begin to pleasure her, dueling tongues brushing over her fiery flesh and against each other. It’s impossible not to lose myself at the moment, not to let the arousal take over and become my ruler. All at once, London rushes to her peak, Jett grabs a fistful of my hair, and Kayne sinks a finger into my entrance. With a controlling grip, Jett secures my face against London’s pussy as Kayne smears my wetness up away from my folds, and teases the tight ring of muscle over and over with his thumb.
“Make her come, Ellie,” Jett demands between licks, his long flat tongue lapping up my saliva and the juices of London’s excitement. Subdued in place, I suck and circle and stab at London’s pussy as Kayne penetrates both my holes, priming and stretching, driving me completely insane.
“Oh, god!” London squirms like a fish. “I’m going to come! I’m going to come!” she exclaims in distress. “Fuck, you’re both going to make me come!” She rocks her pussy against my face as a sudden rush of heat saturates my lips.
“Lick it up, Ellie. Suck up every single drop.” Jett’s voice is stern, commanding. His hold on my hair unyielding as I do as I’m told, consuming every droplet of desire that’s threatening to drown me. Once her tremors subside and she’s moaning languidly, Jett jerks my head up and smothers me with a kiss, his tongue aggressively claiming my mouth, the urgency nearly stealing my breath away.
“Good, kitten,” he patronizes once we break apart. I look up at him winded as Kayne continues to finger me, scissoring open my rosebud as wide as my muscles will allow. I groan as he pushes past the point of pleasure. “We need you loose, baby,” I hear Jett say as he lifts a limp and sated London off the bed and deposits her on the curved chaise on the opposite side of the room. “Be a good little bird and watch.” He kisses her, sucking her bottom lip between his teeth.
“Yes, Jett,” she purrs euphorically.
With that, he returns to the bed, shedding his clothes on the way. First, he tears off his T-shirt exposing his chiseled chest, nipple ring, and bright wavelike tattoos. Second, he unbuckles his belt like a man who knows exactly how to wield it, then drops his pants. Jett’s nipple isn’t the only part of his body that’s pierced. Through his foreskin, a metal barbell with two large balls protrudes right under the head of his penis. It’s one of the hottest things I have ever seen and when my tongue grazed it for the first time, I nearly expired. Since then, I’ve been aching to know what it feels like inside me. My mouth goes dry as he climbs onto the mattress, the hunter finally cornering his prey.
Kayne lifts me from all fours by my collar, the chain attached to the headboard straining as far as it can go. In a blink, I’m sandwiched between two solid bodies, four hands touching me, two mouths devouring me, and two pulsing cocks gunning for my pleasure. I don’t know where or who to touch first, so I just try and keep up as Kayne twists my head to kiss me while Jett fondles my breasts and bites my neck. The sensations come on like a tornado—angst, lust, desire, need—all engulf me as I’m pushed and pulled, grabbed, fingered, and squeezed.
“It’s your turn, little girl,” Jett growls as he holds his hand over mine and jerks on his cock, showing me exactly how he likes it. Before I know it, I’m being positioned back on all fours, Kayne detaining my hips and Jett holding my chin.
“Open. Wide.” He pokes the head of his erection against my lips and I open like instructed. He slowly slides his cock into the recesses of my mouth; the odd sensation of metal scraping against my tongue from his piercing again tickles my gag reflex.
“That mouth of yours is so good, Ellie.” He pumps several greedy times before pulling out. “But that’s not where I’m coming tonight,” he tells me as he moves aside, allowing Kayne to push me forward onto my stomach.
“Over,” Kayne orders with a slap on my ass. I roll onto my back, catching sight of him shedding his clothes. He moves differently than Jett, more rugged and rough. One a skilled hunter; the other a savage predator. Once his shirt and pants are gone, he covers my naked body with his, pressing me into the mattress, kissing my mouth rapturously and touching my body gluttonously. He twists one of my nipples and I release a muffled whimper.
“One of my favorite sounds,” Kayne remarks as he pushes himself up, then manhandles me so I am lying directly on top of him, my back against his front. It’s crystal clear that I have no say in what goes on here. My body belongs to them, and they will use it and abuse it exactly how they see fit.
Jett grabs my hands and pins them over my head. “This is our body tonight.” He articulates my silent thoughts.
My anxiety spikes as he secures my wrists with the chain in an iron-clad binding. My heart pounds and my thighs tremble as Jett spreads my legs and Kayne nestles his rock-solid cock in the crack of my ass. “You ready, kitten?” Kayne asks as he nips on my earlobe and massages my breasts.
I can’t even respond; the anticipation and fear have swallowed my voice. I’ll be lucky to force a moan out. “I think she is.” Jett ogles my naked, outstretched body, currently being served up specifically for him. “Just know, Ellie . . .” Jett slips his tongue into my ear and I shiver. “I have fantasized about tasting you here.” He licks between my lips. “And here.” He skims his finger over my soaking wet slit as he moves his tongue in slow circles around my mouth. “And when I take you,” his voice is drenched with desire, “I’m not going to hold back.”
There’s something about Jett’s tone—it’s a hundred-proof cocktail made up of a warning, a threat, and a promise. Like all the delicious and frightening things he’s capable of are about to rain down directly on top of me.
Jett swiftly kisses his way along my body, wasting no time tasting all the places he’s fantasized about. When buries his face between my legs, it has a galvanic effect and I nearly convulse.
His tongue, oh Jesus, his tongue and the way he bends and curves it. The way he sucks and strikes and skims has me writhing, has me pulling on my restraints and moaning out loud.
“You like that, kitten?” Kayne rasps in my ear as he holds me still. “You like the way Jett eats my pussy?”
Again, I can’t respond because I am caught in this alternate universe of pleasure. I merely mewl, detached as Jett licks me senseless.
“Answer him, kitten.” Jett flicks my clit with his fingers, electrocuting my nerve endings. “Do you like the way I eat his pussy?”
I huff and puff, not answering fast enough, and Jett flicks my clit harder this time, causing me to cry out.
“Yes!” I pant, “Yes, I like the way you eat my pussy.”
“Whose pussy?” Kayne bites my shoulder so hard I know I’m going to have a mark. “Your pussy!” I correct myself.
“That’s right, kitten. Never forget it.” He runs his tongue over my broken skin, lapping up the dewy drops of blood.
“No,” I whimper illogically as Jett uses his fingertip to caress my throbbing clit. This whole situation is making me so crazy and so wet my arousal is literally dripping down my slit, and I haven’t even climaxed yet.
“Something else belongs to me, too,” Kayne says as he lifts my hips and pokes the head of his cock against my little puckered hole. “Stay still.” He holds onto me firmly as he works his erection into my ass. Despite my evenly split moans of protest and pleasure, he continues his backdoor assault, sliding four inches in and two inches out over and over until he fully penetrates me. A small sheen of sweat covers my body as I breathe through the initial bites of discomfort. In this position, I am overly stretched, overly subdued, and overly vulnerable.
“My turn.” Jett climbs on top of me and I become a bundle of nerves, so turned on and so unsure of what to expect. “Look at me, Ellie.” The way he says my name, the way he grabs my chin and forces me to look him in the eyes, I nearly disintegrate. It’s too exposing, too intense. I don’t think I can handle it. I shut my eyes, but he grips me tighter and shakes my face. “Look. At. Me.” He doesn’t say it with anger; he says it with authority. He says it like he wants me to experience exactly what he’s experiencing. I open my eyes when I feel his cock swimming through my soaked folds. My breath catches and then completely evaporates when he slides into me—slowly, leisurely, indulgingly—his gaze bestial as he fills me completely, the barbell through his foreskin stroking the walls of my channel, making the sensations that much more powerful. I’ve never felt anything like it. So filled, so stretched, so aroused, so desperate.
“Oh, god.” I drop my head and tense in my restraints as they start to move, start to use me exactly how they want to, as a vessel for inconceivable pleasure.
Almost instantly, my body responds, begging to come. I try to contain it, but being engulfed in the heat of their bodies is enough to make me melt.
“Come,” I distantly hear Kayne order me. “Come all over Jett’s cock so he knows just how good you feel.” He thrusts up into my ass just as Jett pulls out of my pussy. I nearly see stars, my insides crackling like live wires.
“Come, kitten.” I hear the strain in his voice as he pulls on my collar.
“Yeah, come, kitten,” Jett mimics Kayne’s words and actions, thrusting into me while gripping my collar. I’m already trembling under a constellation of sensations when Kayne reaches around and rubs my clit. It feels like he hit a panic button as all of my senses go haywire. My vision blinks in and out as an unstoppable orgasm hits me like a wrecking ball. There’s no stopping the shudders or the wracking or the coiling of my muscles around the two cocks buried deep inside me, reaping every single ounce of my pleasure. Demanding it. Sucking it straight from my core until there’s nothing left to give. Until I’m only a languid mass sandwiched between two of the most intoxicating men I have ever met.
Mentally removed, I hear Jett and Kayne moan in my ear as they put their hands all over me, massaging my stressed limbs and taking advantage of my tethered state.
One, I’m not sure which, unbinds my wrists. My eyes are closed and I’m zapped of energy so I just let them do what they want, pulling out of me and flipping me over so I am now chest to chest with Kayne.
“Hi, kitten.” He traps my head and kisses me. “Feeling okay?” he asks haughtily. He’s enjoying this, I think, more than either of us expected.
I just grunt in response, attempting to cuddle up and fall asleep in his arms.
“We’re not through yet,” he informs me as he runs his hands down my sides and grabs both of ass cheeks.
“I told you there was a certain place I wanted to come,” Jett murmurs behind me. His heated skin pressing against my own. “Let me in.” He rubs his still erect cock between my cheeks as Kayne spreads them open.
“Let us both in.” They simultaneously move to enter me. Kayne first, sliding into my pussy easily, while Jett works his way into my already exploited buttonhole. My womb knots like a twisted rope as I’m filled again, my body bowed in the new position.
“Come with us, Ellie.” Kayne threads his fingers in my hair and grabs hold, keeping my face an inch away from his. He licks and bites on my bottom lip as the two of them let loose, fucking me hard, pursuing their own pleasure. “Come on, baby, come.” Kayne thrusts at the same time as Jett and my body locks up.
“No,” I plead. I don’t think I can survive another earth-shattering quake like the one before.
“Yes.”
“I can’t.” I strain as their cocks swell inside me, close to the brink.
“You can, and you will, because we say so.”
“No.” I nearly cry as one of them rubs my clit, adamantly, unforgivingly.
“Yes.” Jett pulls my head back and kisses me, plunging his tongue into my mouth the same way he’s plunging his cock into my ass.
“Come.” My clit is rubbed harder, my nipples are teased and I’m filled to the brim as I dance the darkest rhythm of my life. Then it happens, an orgasm snowballs inside me, growing larger and larger with every strike and stroke and pinch until there’s no stopping it. Until the demands on my body win out and my core catches fire and burns me alive.
I scream into Jett’s mouth as I’m thoroughly fucked. Fucked until I go slack and the two men controlling me come. Come in my bruised, sore, supremely satisfied body.
Holy mother of God.
The last thing I remember is being cocooned in a blanket of warmth, heavy breathing, and soft lingering kisses, right before I pass out cold.
I WAKE UP TO THE sound of laughter echoing faintly through the house and the smell of coffee. I sit up in bed, my aching body protesting as I stretch my arms and legs. I’m still chained to the headboard; there are bruises on my hips and a bite mark on my shoulder. I look like a wreck, but I feel completely blissful. I unbuckle my collar and slink out of bed. Holy shit, I’m sore from tip to tip between my legs. I hobble into the bathroom to brush my teeth then throw on a pair of shorts and a tank top. I’m just at the top of the stairs when Kayne comes bounding up. When my eyes meet his, I suddenly blush, unexpectedly self-conscious.
“Hey.” He cups my face and gives me a kiss.
“Hey,” I respond shyly. Why am I uncomfortable? This is my husband.
“Why are you so red?” he asks curiously.
Because you shared me with your best friend last night and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
Or how you feel about it.
I shrug in response. “Do you still love me?” I wonder out loud.
“Ellie?” Kayne is thoroughly amused. “Why would you ask something so ridiculous?”
“Because of last night?”
“You think I’m mad?”
I shrug again, attempting to be cute and, well, tempting.
“Do I sound mad?”
I shake my head.
“Do I look mad?”
I shake my head once more. He actually looks refreshed and very happy.
“Then there’s your answer.”
“Did you enjoy it?” I can’t help but ask. I have to know.
Kayne looks at me impishly. “Let’s just say I was hoping you were still sleeping so I could wake you up with my tongue.” He takes my hand and puts it between his legs so I feel his stiff erection.
“You liked it that much?”
Kayne nods, his eyes on fire. “I think the four of us have turned a corner in our sexual relationship.”
My jaw drops. “Are you being serious? You’d do it again?”
“Again and so much more.”
“More?” I repeat.
“Mmm hmm.” He drops a kiss on my lips. “We can talk about more, later. London and Jett are getting ready to leave. Come say good-bye.” He leads me down the stairs into the kitchen. That same sense of self-consciousness resurfaces when I come face to face with Jett. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Well, Sleeping Beauty finally decided to wake up,” he comments as he takes a sip of coffee.
I regard him silently as heat creeps up over my cheeks. All I can picture is him naked, tattooed, and pierced. Not good. I need to get a grip.
I grab a coffee mug and pour myself a cup, finally mustering enough nerve to answer him.
“A girl needs her caffeine fix.”
“That’s not the only fix a girl needs.” Jett pokes fun at me. I could smack him.
I roll my eyes in response instead. “And she got it.”
I throw a glance at London, and she winks. Yes, the four of us have a weird dynamic, but it works.
London’s phone chirps on the counter, and she hurries to check it. “Layla is asking for us, again.”
Jett takes one more large gulp of coffee. “That’s our cue.” He and London stand up. Adult swim is over for them.
Jett and London walk around the breakfast bar to say their goodbyes. London breezily kisses me on the cheek, like nothing unusual occurred at all. Like, I didn’t just sleep with her husband last night.
“Watching you with Jett was one of the hottest things I have ever seen,” she whispers in my ear. “And you know I have seen a lot.”
That she has. Probably more than any one person should see in a lifetime.
“Really?” I respond quietly, almost timid.
She nods, her dark-blue eyes sparkling perversely. London is always the picture of perfection outside the bedroom door. But behind it, her multifaceted persona peeks through. Her fiendish, fearless, provocative side.
When Jett hugs me, several emotions stir simultaneously—excitement, embarrassment, and a calming affection. It’s obvious I wasn’t prepared for the impact of last night, although it seems like I’m the only one who’s rattled.
“You know what, Ellie?” Jett speaks softly as he embraces me.
“What?”
“You really do taste like cupcakes,” he whispers in amusement.
I reply with a small gasp. Kayne must be sharing our secrets. He always tells me I taste like cupcakes.
Jett kisses me on the cheek, a firm, wet, sloppy gesture before he takes London by the hand and leaves.