She wanted to answer but couldn’t find the words because Tyler had shifted, one hand positioning his cock between her legs.
He didn’t enter her yet, just rubbed his shaft between her legs, against her labia. Already overstimulated, her sex clenched and unclenched around nothing. She wriggled, trying to get him to pierce her and fill that aching void.
Tyler grabbed her hips to hold her steady as he increased his pace.
“So wet. Think how good it will feel when I get inside. Not yet, though. The anticipation is half the fun, isn’t it?”
Greg chose that moment to use both hands to pinch at her nipples as he molded his palms to her breasts.
Her mouth parted but no sound emerged. She was too caught up in the sensations rioting through her.
“Take Greg’s clothes off now, Kate.” Tyler’s voice held an edge that hadn’t been there before. “When you’re done, then I’ll fuck you.”
Without thought, she reached for the hem of Greg’s long-sleeved T-shirt, pushing her hands beneath to touch his skin.
Her fingers played over his abdomen, ridged with muscle. She hadn’t expected him to be so cut. It made her want to see more.
Greg released her breasts so she could shove his shirt up, pausing for a moment to catch her breath when the head of Tyler’s cock hit her clit. But he stopped moving when she froze.
So she continued to pull Greg’s shirt over his head, and Tyler began to stroke her again.
She was starting to learn the rules and found she really liked this game.
When she had the T-shirt high on his chest, Greg reached behind him and yanked it over his head.
She hadn’t expected the tattoos. An intricate design covered the right half of his torso, so colorful she couldn’t quite make out the design.
Behind her, Tyler stilled his thrusts, his cock poised at the entrance to her body as his hand slid around to her front to lie over her mound.
“What is it?” she asked.
Greg reached for her, weaving his fingers into her hair and pushing it over her shoulder. “It’s a dragon. My first directing job was a fantasy. A dragon, a virgin, and a hero. But it turned out the dragon was the good guy and the hero was the villain, and the virgin saved the dragon in the end.”
She smiled at the wry tone of his voice and pleased smile that seemed to contradict it. “The Virgin and the Terror.”
His expression was equal parts shock and almost childlike glee. “You’ve seen it?”
“I have a thing for cult movies. I always wanted the dragon to shape-shift into a gorgeous guy so they could have mind-blowing sex. Turn around.”
As Greg moved to show her his back, Tyler bent closer, brushing aside her hair so he could put his mouth on the sensitive skin of her nape.
She shivered, her fingers clutching at Greg’s waist as her vision dimmed. But she forced her eyes open. She needed to show she wasn’t the timid, quivering idiot she’d been only seconds ago.
“This is stunning.”
The tattoo had been done by a master and covered his entire back along with his right side.
“Thanks. Took fucking forever to finish, but I was still young enough to think lying on a tattoo table for hours on end while getting shit-faced was fun.”
“Now he’s old enough to know that this is a hell of a lot more fun,” Tyler’s voice whispered against her skin, and the lust roared back with a vengeance.
Her eyes closed, shutting out the brilliant colors as Tyler began to move again. Slow enough to be considered torture.
When Greg’s lips covered hers, she was ready for him. Ready for the shock of the different. The forbidden.
Ready for it to burn her to the core.
Sixteen
Tyler knew surrender when he saw it.
It was in the fall of Kate’s hair down her back as she lifted her face to Greg’s. In the arm she curved around her back to reach for him.
When she flattened her hand on his ass and pulled him tighter against her, he knew he didn’t have to wait any longer.
The tight fit of her thighs around his cock felt great, but he’d feel even better when he pushed inside her. She was so wet, so hot.
Mine.
He retreated one more time, her thighs clenching around him as if to hold him there, squeezing the tip of his cock.
When he pulled free with a groan, he took a moment to watch her kiss Greg.
She was lost in the sensuality of the moment and he knew exactly how that felt. Like he was coming apart from the inside out. Like the heat roaring through his blood would make him explode.
When he did, he wanted to be buried inside her.
Moving his hands to her thighs, he gripped the sleek muscles just below her ass and spread her legs to make a place for himself between them. She gripped him tighter, her nails digging into the skin. The slight burn made him grin and bend forward to press his lips to her shoulder.
He felt a shudder move through her body and couldn’t resist the temptation to bite her. Just hard enough to leave a slight red mark.
And make her moan.
Pulling away from Greg, she tried to turn, but Tyler held her in place.
“Lean forward, sweetheart.” His voice sounded rough, almost gritty. “Don’t worry. Greg won’t let you fall.”
When she didn’t move right away, he put a hand in the center of her back and guided her down. Greg had already moved to accommodate the shift in position, putting his cock in reach of her mouth. Tyler didn’t know if she realized that Greg wouldn’t take advantage.
Despite his Hollywood playboy reputation, Greg had an old-fashioned sense of honor that Tyler had only ever seen surface in the bedroom.
Greg wouldn’t even hint at having Kate suck him off unless she made the first move.
Tyler had no such compunction.
With the head of his cock lodged at the slick entrance to her body, he stopped and pressed his lips to her ear. “Go ahead. Suck him, Kate. You know you want to, and I want to watch you. I know there’s nothing as good as being in your mouth and I know you enjoy it. And that’s all this is about tonight. Pleasure.”
She didn’t respond immediately but he knew she was thinking about what he’d said. And what he hadn’t. That nothing she did here would affect the way he felt about her.
And he knew it wouldn’t be long before he made his feelings clear on that point.
But now wasn’t the time.
“Go on. Take what you want. No fear. No reservations.”
“Will you give me what I want?”
His cock bucked at the husky tone of her voice, and he saw Greg’s hands tighten on her shoulders.
“Absolutely.”
“Then fuck me, Tyler. Now.”
He pulled her back with a jerk, impaling her on his sheathed cock in one smooth glide.
The guttural sound she emitted made his balls tighten in a breath-stealing rush.
And when she clamped around him with the tight grip of a fist, he had to stop and hold back on his immediate need to thrust.
If he did, he’d come in seconds. He’d lose himself in her and deprive her of the feeling of being fucked while she pleasured another man.
Her body stiffened as he sank deep, but only for a second. Then she wriggled her ass against him as she craned her head forward and took Greg into her mouth.
He heard Greg’s indrawn breath and the sharp profanity that followed, and forced himself not to move so he could absorb the feel of her and watch her explore her own sexuality.
She moved tentatively at first, as if she was afraid to hurt Greg. But as she became more confident, gave into the sensuality she held too close inside sometimes, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
He started to move. Slowly. Excruciatingly slowly, because what he really wanted to do was rush. Pound against her and pour himself into her.