Chapter Nineteen
Mia floated on the fringes of sleep, warm and comfortable as she listened to the steady beat of a heart beneath her ear. There were background noises, but she pushed them aside, content to let the steady thud lull her back into the erotic dream she’d been enjoying before the voices intruded. She’d been riding Tucker’s thick cock, lifting herself up until the hard ring surrounding the head was teasing her vaginal opening before dropping back down, quickly taking him as deep as possible. She’d experimented until she found the angle that perfectly aligned with her G-spot, sending white-hot streaks of desire to every nerve ending with each stroke.
She knew she was dreaming… or at least she thought she was dreaming, but it didn’t matter, the sensations were real enough to make her body respond. Why is it so hot in here? I thought this ship had air conditioning. Why am I on a ship again? Cheese and crackers that feels so good.
Her dream kept getting better and better because now Brock’s voice was coming over her shoulder, and she felt his palms grip the cheeks of her ass. The calloused pads of his thumbs traced lines on either side of her crack.
“Such a beautiful ass, baby. I’m going to enjoy pushing my cock past this tiny rosette.”
The cool drizzle of lube snaking down to coat the tight ring of muscles sent a shiver of need through her. Having both men buried deep in her was going to be a dream come true.
“Please. I want to feel you both inside me.” The beat of Tucker’s heart accelerated, and in the convoluted thinking of her dream, Mia wondered if he was having the same fantasy. Brock’s finger circled her anus, massaging the lube deeper with each pass until the tip of his digit pressed against the tight ring. “It hurts so good. Oh, please don’t stop.”
As her mind cleared of the fog, she accepted this wasn’t a dream at all. She’d been floating in a space she’d only read about in the novels on her electronic reader. Donut holes, those books were sorely lacking in their description of the haze of endorphins. The authors she favored needed to step up their game.
“I think our sub is starting to come back down, let’s spin her up again before I fuck this sweet ass.”
Brock’s voice was rough with arousal, and Mia hoped he and Tucker were as affected as she was. I sure don’t want to be the only one getting lost in all this. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t fall for Brock and Tucker, but they were making it impossible to keep her distance.
“I swear she can drift off faster than any woman I’ve ever known.”
“Makes you appreciate Kent and Kyle’s frustration with Tobi, doesn’t it? The two of them will probably be great friends.” Mia forced her eyes open far enough to see Tucker’s wicked grin. “Welcome back, sweet cheeks. Enjoying your ride?”
Was she ever.
*
Tucker wished he’d listened to the voice in his head that had encouraged him to bow out of the public scene they’d planned and stayed in their suite. The intimacy he’d originally hoped to keep at arm’s length was now something he wanted to savor. He was a selfish bastard and wanted to keep it between the three of them. Sharing Mia’s passion with everyone gathered around the stage frustrated him, and he worried she’d feel used rather than fulfilled tomorrow when she had time to consider the consequences of what she’d done.
He’d persuaded Brock to move the scene to one of the smaller stages where the seating was limited to just a few people. So far, Mia hadn’t seemed affected one way or the other, but he’d seen subs freak out when the reality of having sex in front of other people finally hit them. Even the most experienced Dom could be blindsided by a submissive’s sudden meltdown. Hell, he’d known more than one sub who’d walked away from the lifestyle without ever looking back after coming apart in public.
Banding his arms around her, Tucker held her against his chest and tried to slow his breathing. Before he’d sent her over the first time, they’d played with her enough to wind her up pretty tight, but he’d still been shocked to see the glaze of sub-space clouding her dark eyes. Knowing she’d slipped into that state of euphoria so easily was a major turn on. His cock throbbed inside her as he remembered how her body had almost floated off the spanking bench she’d been strapped over.
Mia might well be the most natural submissive he’d ever topped. He’d recognized it the first time he’d looked into her dark chocolate eyes. She was the perfect example of the two sides of the same coin explanation of submission. Mia was a gifted photographer with great instincts for identifying a relevant photo-op before the issue became newsworthy. She was also self-aware enough to know she wouldn’t thrive working in one of her grandfather’s banks. He admired the hell out of her for holding her ground against what must be tremendous pressure to buckle under and conform.
Listening to her soft sighs and muted groans of pleasure as they tried a variety of toys, gauging her reactions to sensation play, Tucker had struggled to tame the beast scratching at the surface wanting to claim her in ways that would make his Sunday School teachers blush. Taking a deep breath, he tried to refocus his attention on anything but the exquisite feeling of Mia’s pussy clenching his cock so tight, he kept sucking in deep breaths to keep from coming.
Reciting multiplication tables wasn’t cutting it, so he began mentally reviewing the unanswered messages he knew awaited his return home. No doubt the menace he and Brock called a younger sister would have sent her share of texts and left any number of voice mail messages asking for help with some imagined dire emergency.
He loved her, but he didn’t even want to think about how much extortion money he and Brock had paid the little demon over the years buying her silence. Keeping her quiet after she’d learned they were members of Dark Desires had been damned expensive. The jackass who’d told her was now banned for life—Cam hadn’t been pleased. Nellora Deitz had always been hell on wheels, but once she’d gone to college, they’d stopped paying for her silence.
When thoughts of his damned sister weren’t enough to distract him, Tucker was forced to admit there probably wasn’t anything that could keep him from becoming lost in the feeling of her tight vaginal walls rippling around him. Fuck, the heat alone was destroying him. Brock’s rough voice finally pushed into his awareness.
“Push back against me, baby. That’s it, nice and slow.”
Tucker was slouched in a chair with Mia impaled on his cock as he held her loosely in his arms. She was arching her back to push back to open herself to Brock’s intrusion, and in turn, she was grinding her hard, little clit against him, ramping up her heat even further. When he felt her tense, Tucker knew Brock was close to pushing the widest part of his cock through the tight ring of muscles guarding her rear entrance. Slipping his hands between them, Tucker rolled her nipples between his fingers and gave them a quick pinch. The flash of pain was enough to distract her, and he heard Brock groan as he pushed in to the hilt.
“Fuck, baby. You’re shredding my self-control. Mine.” Brock’s growled claim didn’t set off alarms in Tucker like it would have a few days ago. Hell, maybe he was finally putting the past behind him. “Tuck, now or never, brother. She’s pushed me as far as I can go.”
Tucker nodded and flexed his hips, pulling himself out until only the tip of his cock was still surrounded by her warmth. They set a steady pace of alternating thrusts, making sure one of them was filling her at all times.
“Oh, my dancing stars and galloping garters. It feels sooo good. So amazing. I’m going to come. I can’t hold it back. Please.”
They hadn’t told her she couldn’t come, but obviously, her extensive reading list had taught her more than they realized. Tucker cupped the sides of her face and gave her the command she’d been waiting for.
“Come for us, Mia. Let’s dance with those stars you’re talking about, love.” If his own mind hadn’t been tumbling ass over tea kettle, Tucker might have questioned the change of her pet name, but with his consciousness exploding into a fine mist, it didn’t matter. He felt his seed burst into the condom and knew the minute the latex gave way. Struggling to keep Mia close, his mind raced as the possible outcomes streamed through his mind.
The first thing he had to do was take care of the woman laying over him like the softest cashmere blanket. There would be time later to tell her their lives might have just taken a dramatic turn, but that wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have while other people slowly filtered away from the small area where they’d just shared an amazing ménage experience.
*
Mia was convinced her mind would never be whole again. Humpty-Fucking-Dumpty has nothing on me. I don’t know anything about the king’s horses or men, but they’ll never find all the pieces anyway, so what’s the point?
Sex before she’d met Brock and Tucker had been so lackluster, she’d decided it wasn’t worth the effort. Relying on her battery-operated-boyfriends to relieve the ache had been perfectly fine. Now? Well, now she was certain there would never be a device capable of pushing her to the point of no return. She didn’t think a device had been invented that could provide a suitable substitute for the out-of-body experience she’d just experienced.
She wasn’t sure how long she’d been mentally vacant, but when her brain finally kicked into gear, she was surprised to discover she’d been moved to the center of the bed in their suite. She suspected they’d once again cleaned and dried her pink bits because the messy feeling she vaguely remembered when Tucker pulled himself from her body was gone. Now she was surrounded by warmth… too much warmth.
Holy hellfires, she was going to burn to a crisp if she didn’t get out from between these two. A mental cartoon where she popped up from between them looking like a scorched toaster pastry played in her head, and Mia had to fight back a giggle. Great… evidently, the strain of holding back her laughter was too much effort for her lazy bladder, now she had to use the restroom. Extricating herself from between Brock and Tucker without waking them was no easy feat, and when she was finally successful, Mia fought the urge to happy dance herself into the attached bathroom.
Walking out of the bathroom, her stomach growled so loud, she could have sworn the sound echoed through the large room. Both men stirred, and she froze in place, hoping they wouldn’t wake up to discover she’d moved from between them. In the books she’d read, the Doms always seemed to be annoyed when their subs left the bed without permission. Smiling to herself and shaking her head, Mia still didn’t fully understand it, and it was the one part of the stories she’d loved so much that always seemed over the top.
Grabbing a shirt and a pair of shorts from her bag, Mia went in search of food. It shouldn’t be hard to find something to eat, right? Cruise ships are supposed to be twenty-four-hour floating restaurants according to the advertisements she’d seen.
The sound of the door latching behind her was almost deafening because she knew instantly, she was busted. Without a keycard, there was no way for her to get back into the suite. Son of a biscuit, I really suck at this spy-game stuff.
Twenty minutes later, she’d indulged in two large slices of the greasiest pepperoni pizza she’d ever eaten… damn, it had been good. Leaning on the rail, sipping her tea, Mia watched the water sluice by as the ship cut through the waves. She could see the flashes of lightning in the distance and was grateful they’d been able to skirt the storm even though some of the younger passengers had seemed disappointed with their change of course.
The steady slap of the waves against the hull was starting to lull her to sleep when she noticed a small light, not far from the ship. It seemed to be getting closer, but she couldn’t be sure… frackleberry, distance was hard to judge over water, and she didn’t have any real experience with anything remotely naval. The closer it came, the larger the light appeared, and she was shocked when it suddenly disappeared. Leaning forward, she wondered if she’d been hallucinating… probably. Serves you right for eating greasy food in the middle of the night.
Straining her eyes, Mia saw a flash of light a split second before being blindsided by what felt like a growling freight train. Her first instinct was to suck in a deep breath because she honestly thought she was being knocked overboard, but strong arms surrounded her, and everything slowed, just like it did in the movies. She was rolled to the side, so she landed on whoever had tackled her at the same time her mind registered the second crack of a rifle and a high-pitched ping of a bullet hitting metal. The sound of a rifle shots blasted over the water at almost the same time, and the sudden awareness that someone was shooting at her filled her with panic.
Her fear for her own safety evaporated in the heat of rage that followed, but the rage was quickly replaced with stark terror someone else would be hurt trying to help her. She’d never be able to live with herself if Brock or Tucker were hurt protecting her. Damn, why hadn’t she considered all the lives she was endangering by getting on this ship? She wasn’t ever this selfish. Scrambling to put distance between herself and her savior, her mind blanked of everything but the need to make certain she was the only one in danger. If she could just move away from the man holding her, she’d be able to keep him from being shot by mistake.