A Daring Desire (Dare Menage Series Book 4) Page 5

  Finally, he broke the kiss, only pulling away slightly, panting as much as she was.

  “Don’t stop on my account.”

  Gryff’s eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened, Rayne felt disappointment at the sudden loss when he stepped back. She could see his control physically shutting him down.

  “My turn?” Trey asked, slipping in between them, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her against him. His erection was as unmistakable as Gryff’s as it pushed against her belly when he lowered his lips to hers. “I’ve been patiently waiting to do this,” he murmured against her before stroking his tongue over her lips, separating them, then dipping inside.

  His kiss differed from Gryff’s but made her melt against him just the same. He wrapped an arm around her back to pull her tight against his hips, making sure she felt all of him. His other hand went from her hip, up her belly, then cupped her breast over her dress. He pulled away just enough to say, “I want to see you naked.”

  She wanted to say the same to him, but he took her mouth again, exploring, playing, teasing. She groaned, her nipples hard as he played with them over her dress. When he nipped her lower lip, she gasped, grabbing handfuls of his shirt to keep herself on her feet. Her legs trembled, her pussy throbbed, her arousal made her slick with need.

  When Trey finally broke the kiss, she couldn’t focus for a second because her head spun. The man could kiss. No doubt about it.

  “Your lips are swollen from both our kisses,” Trey murmured, not taking his eyes off her face. “They’re beautiful.”

  She smiled and stepped back, reluctantly releasing his shirt. Though she wanted to tear it right off of him.

  She peeked around his shoulder, looking for Gryff. He once again stood at the windows, staring out, his back to them, his body stiff. Though from the reflection, she could see his eyes on them.

  Watching everything.

  “Boss...”

  “Fuck, Rayne,” he said softly, dropping his head and shaking it.

  Rayne fought the panic as Trey approached, stepping close behind him. Almost touching, but not. Gryff lifted his head, but didn’t say a word. Trey cautiously ran a hand over Gryff’s wide shoulders, almost as if tempting fate by trying to pet a tiger in the wild.

  He could lose a limb.

  “Fuck you, Trey,” Gryff growled, spinning around, grabbing Trey by the throat.

  Rayne gasped, and as she lurched forward to get between them, she caught herself and stopped as Gryff kissed Trey just as hard as he’d kissed her. Rayne’s mind spun at what she witnessed. Trey made no sudden moves, and Gryff controlled the kiss, pushing Trey backward farther into the room, still directing him by the throat and Gryff’s hips bumped the other man’s. With each shove, Trey fell back another step until he couldn’t help but grab Gryff to catch his balance.

  Rayne stood helpless, not knowing what to do in what seemed like more of a power struggle than passion. Trey was allowing Gryff to have the upper hand. For now.

  But then Trey stumbled and fell to his knees, breaking their contact, but only for a moment. Gryff quickly opened his belt and his pants, while Trey helped to shove them down to expose his thick, hard length. When Trey wrapped his mouth around him, Gryff closed his eyes, the muscles in his neck bulging, his fingers clenched into fists at his side, a grimace on his face.

  Then he opened them, glanced down at Trey and whispered, “Fuck you,” before meeting Rayne’s wide eyes. She felt silly frozen in place in the middle of the room, watching the two men before her. She almost felt like she intruded on their intimacy, but... not.

  Rayne wanted to join them, but she didn’t want to disrupt them, either. She wanted the chips to fall where they may between the two. This could bring them closer together or push them apart once it was over. That would be up to Gryff. To Trey. Not her.

  However, watching them together drove her desire off the charts. Her panties became soaked, her thighs trembled and her knees wobbled. She couldn’t keep standing there like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car.

  She sank onto the leather couch, wiggling her panties down and the hem of her dress up. Once her panties dropped to her ankles, she kicked them off over her heels and spread her thighs. Gryff watched her every move, pinning her with his dark stare. As Trey’s head rose and fell at Gryff’s groin, she slipped her hand between her legs, spread herself wide so he could see everything, then dragged her fingers between her slick folds. She plunged her other hand into the neckline of her dress, finding her hard, aching nipple and twisted it at the same time she slipped two fingers inside of herself.

  Her hips shot off the couch as she came instantly. She bit her lip to stop her cry, but she couldn’t control it. Her inner muscles clenched around her fingers, though she wasn’t done. Not yet. She wasn’t done until Gryff and Trey were.

  She released her breast and dropped her hand between her legs, circling her clit in a frenzy while she plunged her fingers in and out, wishing one of them fucked her, instead.

  Gryff’s fingers found purchase in Trey’s hair as he fucked the other man’s mouth, his hips matching Trey’s rhythm. When Gryff gritted his teeth, Rayne knew he was close to losing it. And, once again, so was she. As she watched the two men, she realized she’d never been so turned on, and as Gryff’s hips bucked, so did hers. Then she came at the same time Gryff did, her pussy pulsating around her fingers, drenching them.

  She dropped her head back against the couch and closed her eyes as the last of the orgasm faded away, sapping her of her strength.

  Then hands were on her, spreading her thighs even wider. Trey, still on his knees, settled this time between her legs. He dropped his head, whispering, “I want to taste you,” before his mouth found her center, licked along her folds, his tongue flicking her sensitive clit.

  Hands dug into her hair and when her head was yanked back she looked up right into Gryff’s dark, hooded eyes. He stood behind the couch, his nostrils flaring, his fingers gripping her painfully. She would not tell him to stop, to let go. No, she wanted him to dominate her, take her past the point of no return.

  “Touch me, Boss,” she groaned. “Please.”

  “Untie your dress,” he demanded.

  With shaky fingers, she tore impatiently at the knot and when she finally got it free, she pulled her dress apart, giving him an unfettered view of Trey’s head between her legs and her breasts spilling over the cups of her black lacy bra. Her nipples ached for his touch, his mouth, his teeth, but he didn’t release the tight grip on her hair. Instead, he dropped his mouth to her stretched throat and scraped his teeth along her delicate skin, down her chest, and nuzzled between the soft mounds of her breasts.

  She tugged her bra down and her breasts up so he could latch onto one of her nipples, sucking one deep into his mouth. The tugging sensation creating a direct line of fire through her body to where Trey’s mouth wreaked havoc on her pussy. Her hips bucked against Trey’s mouth as he sucked her clit and slid two fingers inside her.

  Her heart pounded, the blood rushed in her ears, and her eyes closed as they spun her out of control. She couldn’t stop the words that spilled from between her lips, encouraging them, cursing them, whimpering for relief. When Gryff sank his teeth into her soft flesh, her body bowed off the couch, and she came again, her muscles contracting around Trey’s fingers. She couldn’t take any more, her clit had become too sensitive.

  “Stop. Stop. Stop,” she whispered until Trey looked up her body at her with a question in his eyes. She tried to catch her breath, but Gryff’s tongue still swirled along the hard tips of her nipples. With a last nibble along the outer curve of her breast he straightened and released her hair.

  Trey sat back on his heels, met Gryff’s gaze over her head, and said, “I want to fuck her.”

  Silence filled the room as seconds ticked by. Rayne was afraid to look at Gryff’s face. Without even seeing it, she knew he struggled with Trey’s intention.

  “I haven’t fucked her yet. You
have. I haven’t had a release yet tonight. You have.”

  Rayne wasn’t so sure Gryff would take pity on the other man and concede. It wasn’t like Gryff and her were dating and he certainly didn’t own her. “Yes,” was all Rayne said and was rewarded with a large, open smile from Trey.

  She could feel the tension in the air.

  When Gryff finally spoke, his voice low and raw, he said, “You have to wear a condom.”

  Trey’s lips twitched. “Of course.” He dug into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet, and within seconds held one up.

  Trey pushed to his feet, throwing the condom and the wallet on the nearby coffee table, then stepped back, his fingers going to his shirt. One by one, he slipped the buttons out of their holes, exposing his broad, muscular chest decorated with tattoos. He threw his shirt to the side, his eyes never leaving Gryff, who still stood behind her. Gryff leaned over to press his mouth against her ear, his breathing slightly ragged when he asked, “Do you like what you see?”

  His hands cupped her breasts and his thumbs brushed over the tips of her nipples.

  “Yes.”

  When Trey slipped his belt from the loops in his jeans, Gryff whispered, “Do you want him inside you?”

  Rayne had to suck oxygen to be able to answer. “Yes.”

  Trey worked the top button of his jeans open then slid down the zipper. Gryff murmured against her ear, “Are you wet for him?”

  “Fuck yes,” she moaned. She reached behind her and grabbed the back of his neck, holding him there. She wanted him to continue to talk dirty to her, to hear the deep-timbre of his voice in her ear, making her nipples pebble even harder and her pussy even wetter.

  Trey kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks before shucking his jeans and when he stood before them in just boxer briefs, Rayne could see the hard line of his cock under the fabric, the dark spot in the cotton where his precum had soaked through. He palmed himself over his underwear still watching the both of them, watching Gryff squeeze and pinch her dusky pink nipples between his dark fingers.

  “Do you like me touching you, Rayne?”

  “Yes, Boss.”

  “Do you want me to touch you when he’s fucking you?”

  She shuddered. “Oh yes. Boss, please.”

  “Fuck, Rayne,” he groaned in her ear. “You keep that up and I’ll fuck your mouth while he fucks your pussy.”

  “Boss, I want you inside me, too. I want you—”

  “Not tonight.”

  “But—”

  “No. Another night. I’ll fuck you long and hard until you can no longer stand up.”

  “Promise?”

  “I promise. Let Trey have tonight.”

  As the subject in question hooked his fingers in his boxer briefs and shoved them down, both Gryff and Rayne became quiet, motionless, as they took in his hard length, the fullness of his sac. Then, he wrapped his fingers around his girth and stroked himself slowly, from root to tip. Then again.

  And once more.

  Trey moved closer. “I want you both.”

  “You get Rayne,” Gryff answered from behind her, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. He straightened when Trey approached.

  “I’ll have you both. Maybe not tonight. But soon.”

  “We’ll see.”

  Rayne feared Trey would push his luck and Gryff might shut the whole thing down if he kept it up.

  “Trey, take me,” she begged, trying to get his attention off Gryff.

  His eyes flicked to her then back to Gryff. “I will, baby, don’t worry. There’s nothing I want more right now. Will you at least undress?” He directed the last question at the man behind her.

  Once again, silence filled the room. Rayne twisted enough to look at Gryff. “Yes, please, Boss, let me undress you.”

  His gaze dropped to her, and he smiled slowly. “Come do it for me.”

  She couldn’t resist his proposition. If he was willing to get naked in front of Trey, then she'd happily volunteer to undress him. Plus, she hadn’t seen him completely naked yet, either. It would be like unwrapping a gift. And she couldn’t wait to pull the end of that ribbon.

  Trey offered his free hand, and she accepted it as he helped her to her feet. She shrugged out of her open dress and removed her bra, squeezing her breasts as it fell to the floor.

  “Shoes on or off?” she asked, bending over, pointing her ass toward Gryff.

  “Oh fuck, those shoes need to stay on,” Trey moaned.

  “Whatever you want,” she told him.

  “I like the sound of that,” Trey murmured, giving his cock another stroke.

  She glanced at Gryff who hadn’t moved from behind the couch. “Am I coming to you, Boss? Or are you coming to me?”

  “Come here,” he demanded, his voice causing a shiver to run down her spine.

  “Yes, Boss,” she answered as she moved around the couch. When he didn’t turn, she stepped up and wrapped her arms around him to unbutton his shirt from behind. Trey remained on the other side of the couch, stroking himself as she undid Gryff’s shirt and pulled it off his shoulders. Then tugged his undershirt over his head, leaving his torso bare, his dark skin gleaming under the recessed lighting.

  Even though Gryff blocked her view of Trey, she knew exactly when he noticed the dragon tattoo. His exclamation of “Holy shit,” an obvious giveaway. Then, he said, “I never would have expected that of you.”

  Gryff stiffened slightly under her fingers, but she quickly worked her hands down to his waist, finding his belt and pants still unfastened from earlier. She slipped her hands inside his boxer briefs to find his hot, hard length and she palmed him, squeezed and ran a thumb about the crown, spreading his precum.

  “Kick off your shoes,” she murmured against the skin of his back.

  “You take them off me.”

  She smiled against him, gave him a nip, then dropped to his feet, sliding his loafers off and slowly rolling down his dress socks, taking her time to brush her fingers along his calves, ankles, toes. Without rising, she tugged down his pants and boxers as one, exposing his thick, muscular thighs, his strong calves. As he stepped out of his pants, she nibbled, kissed, and licked her way back up his legs, over the globes of his ass, then up his spine. He was tall, about six-two, so even with her heels on she could only reach midway up his back, her tongue tracing along the bottom of the dark dragon.

  He shuddered under her touch, his head dipping for a moment, then rising again when he said to Trey, “Take her now, or I will.” His words made the warmth rush between her thighs. She was so ready for one, the other… or both.

  Trey, who had stood mesmerized while watching the two of them interact, jerked into action. No one had to tell him twice. And he knew if Gryff decided to take Rayne for himself, Trey would be left standing out in the cold with his dick in his own hand.

  He certainly wasn’t going to miss out on the chance to sink himself deep into all her lusciousness. Even if Gryff didn’t join in this time. If he had his way, Gryff would join in soon enough, anyway.

  Trey felt the undercurrent of Gryff’s attraction to him. The man’s brain might be telling him one thing, but his body told him quite another. Trey knew it the moment he stood in the middle of Gryff’s office and the man had given him the once over. Gryff just needed to admit his desires, as deeply buried as they might be.

  As he walked around the couch to the two of them, the large dragon that laid along Gryff’s shoulders fascinated him. He would have to ask its meaning one day over pillow talk.

  Baby steps.

  “Feel free to join in at any time. I won’t be offended and I like to share,” he told Gryff before pulling Rayne away from him by the wrist and over to the end of the couch. “How do you want me?” he asked her.

  “Any way you want it,” she answered and her husky voice made his balls tighten.

  He hoped he could hold off long enough to make her at least come once if not twice. But he’d hit his limit of watching and wai
ting. The sheen on her inner thighs showed just how ready she was. “You’re beautiful, baby. And you’ll be even more so when your body pulses around mine. I can’t wait to watch you let go while I’m inside you.”

  “Then hurry,” she encouraged him, making him chuckle at her impatience. But he understood it, he certainly did.

  Then it hit him how he wanted her. And how to involve Gryff without making him too uncomfortable with the situation.

  “Gryff, sit on the couch.” Instead of waiting to see if the stubborn man did as requested, he lifted Rayne’s long, thick hair up and kissed the back of her neck, making her shiver. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

  “You as well,” she whispered over her shoulder. “I need you inside me.”

  When she rubbed her bare ass against his aching cock, he bit back a whimper. When he checked, he saw Gryff sat on the couch, his heavily built, dark body a sharp contrast to the cream-colored leather couch. He looked like a piece of sculpted art sitting there, his body hard everywhere. His erection protruded from his lap, long and thick. He closed his eyes for a moment at the memory of Gryff’s load being shot down the back of this throat. Precum leaked from the head of his cock at a faster pace. If he didn’t do something soon, it wouldn’t be just precum.

  “Bend over the end of the couch, baby. Give your mouth to Gryff... and anything else he wants. That’s it. Just like that, baby. Yes. Fuck.”

  With Rayne’s hips draped over the wide arm of the couch, he had the perfect view of her readiness, her ripeness. Her pussy, slick and pink, was like a Siren’s call to him.

  He might like men, but he loved women as well. The beauty of what was being offered humbled him. Not only could he see the plump folds of her pussy, he could see that tight rosette, tempting him.

  He wanted to shake his head to bring back reality, to wake himself up from this dream. Because there was no way he could be lucky enough to have two such beautiful, sexy specimens in his apartment, on his couch. But when Gryff handed him the condom and their fingers brushed, he knew this was no hallucination.