Their Summer Heat, page 5
Well, now. The little feeling you first get when sexual awareness hits you slid over her insides. They hadn’t said I want to—no, just the opposite. They said going to, indicators of domination. This was seduction, plain and simple.
They both stood and offered her a hand, a challenge. It’s now or never, Summer. She inhaled deeply and slid her hands into theirs. Those hands, warm and strong, swallowed hers. She glanced at the window wall, knowing Central Park was just outside. Could anybody see from another building across the park? Did she care? Should she care?
Summer, you’re overthinking this. The time for reflection is after the fact. Certainly not while you’re being seduced by two of the hottest men in New York City. Duh!
Logan cleared off his desk, moved his keyboard and monitor to the side. Then he grabbed her by the waist, picked her up as if she weighed nothing, and plopped her on the mahogany desk. He then eased himself down in his leather chair, and Max stood off to the side, watched her with eyes that missed nothing.
Not knowing what to do with her hands, Summer clasped them together and rested them on her thighs, tried to push the feeling of being prey out of her mind. Logan’s eyes appeared darker now, studying her, seeing much more than she wanted him to see. Had he changed his mind?
He scooted his chair forward, slipped off one of her worn tennis shoes then the other. She would not be ashamed of her work shoes. Then he rose up over her, sweetly captured her lips in a slow, gentle kiss, causing little zings in her belly. Her hands, with a mind of their own, cupped his face, not wanting this to end because the man could kiss, made her understand what “curl your toes” meant. After pulling away, he tugged her shirt over her head.
Heat rushed to her face as she realized she wore an ugly, white, industrial bra. And it was one of her older ones, which could only be described as ratty, the kind you didn’t want to have a car accident in. She owned one sexy bra with matching panties, and she’d worn them last night to the gala.
Max moved behind her and with practiced skill, unhooked her bra, freeing her ample Cs. She let the fabric slide down her arms and onto the floor. If her bra was a strikeout, she knew her breasts were a home-fucking-run. All her boyfriends claimed they’d loved them, and her girlfriends had envied her, said she had “tits to die for.” They were big and high and round. And right now, she was quite happy with them. Logan trained his gaze on her chest, causing her nipples to pebble under his fiery scrutiny.
Max freed her hair, and it glided down her back in a sensual wave. Then he gently grabbed her shoulders and laid her back against the cool, dark wood. Logan stood and settled between her legs, popped the button on her jeans. Sexual awareness hummed through her body. He leaned forward, kissed her belly as he looped his fingers in the waistband of both her pants and undies. Just the touch of his lips on her skin made her insides quiver, and the slow slide of the fabric against her hips and legs added to the butterflies in her stomach.
That and the way his gaze slid down her like a caress. She was more than naked, laid bare to her soul.
No one had ever perused her flesh this way, as if she were a magnificent piece of crystal or an expensive work of art.
“Look,” said Logan, his voice deep and dark. “She’s a natural redhead.”
“I see,” answered Max. “As much as I love it, I think she’d look even sexier bare.”
“Um, I don’t know,” she said. After all, razor stubble wasn’t something she wanted to deal with over such a large, sensitive area.
Max grabbed her hands in one of his and held them above her head. She instinctively tugged against his grip.
“Do you trust me?” Max asked.
She shook her head. Only a fool would do so, and she barely knew him.
“You’re afraid,” said Logan.
“What gave it away? My heart beatin’ a mile a second, or somethin’ else?”
He just smiled.
She was frightened, partly of them and partly of herself. This stretched the boundaries of her sexual experience.
Max’s hand snaked out, cupped one breast. “These are wonderful.”
“So I’ve been told.”
He narrowed his eyes as he pinched her nipple and sent a jolt down to her clitoris.
“Did that statement annoy you?” she asked.
His gaze held hers as he palmed her other breast. “I don’t want you to think about anyone but me and Logan.”
He tweaked her nipple again, and she arched her back in response to the sweet pain.
Logan bit her hip a little forcefully, and her gaze shot to his.
“You think too much,” he told her.
Perhaps, but this was an experiment, and she didn’t want to overlook anything she might need in the future. Analyzing and processing was what she did best, and she had a feeling she’d have more information than her brain could manage.
“Don’t think about anything but what we’re doing to you,” said Logan.
“That’s just it. You ain’t doin’ anything.” Summer tried to keep a straight face but couldn’t contain the grin.
“I’ll spank her for you, bro,” said Max.
“Nope. I don’t do pain.”
“Really,” said Max. “When I pinched your nipple, you arched off the desk, and I wasn’t lightly tweaking it.”
She opened her mouth but quickly closed it. Lying to herself wasn’t something she did, and starting to do so now wasn’t an option.
“Deny it,” challenged Max.
“I—”
“Tell the truth,” urged Logan.
“I did like it. I also liked it when you bit me.” The heat crept up her neck at such an admission.
Max leaned over her, a smile on his face. “Don’t worry, baby girl. You’re not a hardcore masochist.”
When Logan sat down, she lifted her head and watched him scoot the chair to the desk. “And it’s a good thing, too.” He grinned. “Because we bite a lot.”
His dark head dipped at the same time as Max’s did. Logan sank his teeth into her inner thigh, and Max nipped her breast.
A sting laced with pleasure seared her, rushed her core. Oh, holy hell, that was erotic. Who knew she liked a forbidden touch of pain?
Max laved the bite before he moved to the other breast. She waited for the sting, but instead, he pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.
Logan used his hands to spread her labia and then swiped his tongue up the slit before taking her clit in his mouth and sucking. Summer squirmed under their assault, at the wickedness of their possession of her body. God, it was incredible. Max still held her hands captive, and Logan kept her legs pinned open with his broad shoulders. She couldn’t move if she wanted to.
And she liked it.
Seductive torture was what this was.
She tugged against Max’s hands; he tightened his grip and laughed against her heated skin.
Logan toyed with her nub. Max toyed with her nipple. She wiggled and squirmed under their administrations, her frustration building. She needed…more.
“Please,” she finally said.
Both men stopped, lifted their heads to look at her, their eyes shining.
“Please, what?” asked Logan.
Summer closed her eyes. They had reduced her to begging, a first for her. “Please make me come.”
“No,” said Logan.
“No?” What was this? Another game she had no idea how to play? She was powerless against them, and she didn’t like the feeling.
“Say, ‘please fuck me, Logan’.”
Just hearing the carnality in his voice caused her womb to spasm. “Yes. Please fuck me.” She burned with a raw need, and only a forceful fuck would give her what she craved.
Summer angled her head to watch Logan unbuckle his belt and pop the button at the top of his pants. The scrape of the zipper sent a chill down her spine. He palmed his cock, and his eyes closed when he gave it a slow glide up and then back down. Dark hair peaked out of his pants, and she wished for sans shirt so she could see all of him. She couldn’t resist licking her lips because she knew how delightful it would be. She couldn’t wait.
Logan tore open a foil packet, rolled on the latex, and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. When he eased the thick head inside, she gasped at the invasion, the stretch so foreign to her. He pushed until his balls were against her ass. Perspiration dotted his forehead.
“Damn, bro. She’s sweet and tight.”
“I’m sure.”
When she clenched her inner muscles, his cock jumped.
“You’re playing with fire, little girl.”
She knew that, but she wanted it fast and hot and now, so she squeezed him again.
“Tell me, sweet Summer, what do you want?”
“Fuck me.” She craved her orgasm, which was just a hair out of reach.
Logan leaned over her, placed his hands beside her and slowly eased out and then back in, rolling his hips. When he repeated the process, she wiggled her ass and tried to wrap her legs around him, but he stopped her by looping his arms under her legs and opening her wider.
“Please. I can’t stand it anymore.”
He studied her as if weighing her words.
“Please,” she said, the word a mere whisper of need.
“Take her,” urged Max.
Logan leaned down, took her lips in a hard but slow kiss. She opened her mouth, and his tongue slipped inside. She captured his tongue, sucked it deep into her mouth. Logan’s hips bucked, then he freed his mouth, grabbed her hips, and set up a faster rhythm. Summer closed her eyes as her desire built with the friction generated by his thrusts, so powerful she felt her whole body jiggle from the impact.
When her orgasm slammed into her, she bowed, but Max still held her hands. Waves of ecstasy rolled through her, took her breath, sent her careening with pleasure.
Logan muttered “fuck!” and she forced her eyes open in time to see him throw his head back, the sight alone so raw and wild.
Then Max leaned over and blocked her view. “You okay, pretty girl?”
Little tremors still coursed through her body as she struggled to catch her breath. She nodded, trying to determine how one man could provide so much pleasure. It was true, alpha males were experts at sex.
Max kissed her, as Logan pulled free from her body. All she wanted was a blanket and a pillow.
She blinked when his lips left hers.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked.
“As long as I don’t have to stand.”
Max released her hands and grinned. “No standing until tomorrow morning. Roll over, spread your knees wide.”
“What? I meant as long as I don’t have to move.”
“If you roll over, I’ll do the rest.”
She did as he asked with the grace of a wet dishrag, but when she was on all fours, he moved her knees apart and pushed her upper body down. She folded her arms and rested her head on them.
Before she could process this position, he said, “Take your hands and bring them down to the insides of your ankles. Pretend your ankles and hands are bound to a spreader bar.”
She did as directed, not quite knowing what the devil a spreader bar even looked like. But she didn’t care, knew she’d slay the apprehension she felt right now.
“Almost there. Raise up a tad.” With warm hands, Max’s squeezed her nipples before repositioning her breasts. “Now lay back down.”
When she did, her hard points smashed into the cool desk.
“Perfect.”
“That’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” A rough hand smoothed over her behind. “I have a real bar at home. Will you let me tie you down, sweet Summer? Let me have my way with you?”
Would she? This position left her wide open and vulnerable to anything his mind could dream up. Chills skated down her body at the caress on her other ass cheek. She had to do some more research about the thrill of giving up her control; the excitement raced through her body now. But what did Max feel? Was it the gift of her submission or the total domination over her body?
Smack!
She tried to push up, but a firm hand held her down. A sting spread over her ass, followed by a soothing rub. “Such a delicate shade of pink. Did that hurt?”
Did it? The smack had caused a delightful sting, a delightful warmth, and a delightful vibration. Pain causes an endorphin rush, and blood had rushed to her clit. Logical. “No. It startled me.”
“Did your pussy clench?”
“I…don’t think so.”
Something she assumed was his finger trailed along the inside of her thigh. It went up and up and swirled around her nub, then dipped into her pussy.
Slap!
She jumped as the sound echoed, but warm tingles spread through her and inside her lower belly.
Max’s body smothered hers; warmth infused her as he hovered beside her ear. “Sweet Summer, your pussy did clench around my finger.”
Oh, hell no. She wasn’t admitting anything.
Logan slouched into a chair at her side, casually holding a glass in his hand, his hot gaze searing her. She’d never imagined allowing someone to watch her engage in sex.
Kisses started at her neck and continued downward, pulled her from her self-evaluation. Each one was delicate, carefully placed, barely skimming the surface. Chills sprinted across her skin, caused her womb to spasm around the finger still lodged inside her. As a second finger pressed in, he kissed the last little nodules above her tailbone.
“Tell me, sweetheart, what’s it going to feel like when one of us is in your pussy and the other in your ass?”
Before she could answer, shake her head no, cool gel dribbled down her ass. The lubricant felt smooth and velvety against her virgin skin. Straight up vanilla was her flavor; this was not vanilla. Where did the gel come from? Did they carry condoms and lube?
Before she could analyze her questions, pressure against her anus caused her to flinch at the invasion. Her whole body convulsed as innocent flesh yielded.
“Oh, bro. She’s so tight here.”
The pressure increased when he added a second digit. He swirled. He pumped. He stretched.
“I’ve got some butt plugs that’ll prepare you for us.”
What? Was this part of the deal she’d made with them?
“Tell me,” he said.
Summer struggled to process his request. Did he want her to give him permission or did he want to hear her beg? Struggling with the wicked sensations robbed all the oxygen from her brain.
“Well?”
“I don’t understand…the question.”
“Tell me you’ll let us stretch this little hole.”
“I don’t know.” Hell, she didn’t know her name at this exact moment. “I haven’t had time to process this experiment yet.”
A laugh rumbled from Max as another smack landed on her behind. Warmth spread through her. Her pussy wept, juice flowing from the folds. Her body wasn’t her own. It belonged to two men she barely knew.
For the second time tonight, a different brother ripped a packet. Her body tensed when cool latex pressed inside her pussy, slowly…too slow.
“She’s is tight,” said Max.
Her gaze flew to Logan’s.
“I know. Seems like she’s made just for us,” said Logan.
“I give you permission to use your hand to play with your clit,” said Max.
She started to tell him she didn’t need his permission, but the fight wasn’t worth the effort. Her fingers found her nub distended and sensitive, coated with her juices. She toyed with it, teased it lightly. It was swollen more than she’d ever experienced before, throbbed with desire she knew was attributed to these two males.
Max gripped her hips as he set up a furious rhythm. Her pleasure built with the sweet slide of friction. Her nipples, sensitive with need, rocked against the solid desk.
His hard thrusts were relentless, drove her higher and higher. Her hand beat furiously over her clit. When she came, she cried out as she shuddered. Max leaned over her, sank his teeth into her shoulder as he climaxed.
Summer collapsed, her last thought was to get a tetanus shot.
Chapter Five
Late Sunday afternoon, Summer tried but failed to squelch the blush creeping up her face when the hired car stopped outside her dilapidated apartment building. At least the structure didn’t have a butcher shop or a deli on the ground floor. Hell, the damn limo probably cost more than the entire shithole.
Max grabbed her hand and lightly kissed her palm. “You’re not thinking about backing out on us, are you?”
She should. It would be the sensible thing to do, but she was apparently short on sensible. Gosh darn, she’d allowed them to fuck her on an office desk. “I’m not backin’ out, but you have to give me some space.”
“Just tell us to back off, and we will,” said Max.
Summer didn’t believe it for a second but couldn’t call forth the drive to argue the point. She was running on little sleep, which she was used to, but her whole system was unbalanced, her normal rhythm disturbed with too much sex, too much bubbly, too much rich food, too much male.
Max helped her out of the car, and she led them up the chipped brick steps and into the lobby with its peeling green paint and faint Salvation Army-like smell.
“You don’t have a secured front door?” asked Logan.
She had to smile at the innocence of the question. “No. There are people in New York who can’t afford housing with heat, much less security for the whole buildin’.”
Summer dreaded witnessing the shock on their faces when she invited them into her actual living space—God, they’d probably hightail it back to their expensive apartments, leaving her behind in their dust. But a one-bedroom apartment wasn’t easy to find in New York, and she was lucky her neighbors were decent, elderly people who were sawing logs when she came home early in the morning. She subleased from Mrs. Winters and considered herself immensely fortunate to have a sweet old lady for a landlord.
The brothers stopped at the elevators, but she kept on walking and took the stairs.
“Does the elevator even work?” asked Max.
