One Dirty Night

He groaned as he gathered up every submission I gave. “That’s all the permission I need. Let’s go. I’m not wasting another moment talking when I could be inside you.”

Unwrapping his arms from around me, he grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the big top.

Nick let out a tortured noise.

I hoarded it. I loved it.

His painful desire was payment for every rebuke, every curt reply, and every stony look he’d ever given me.

Now he knew what it felt like to want something but be so cruelly denied.

Now he knew what hope felt like, begging the one person you wanted above all others to stop being a dick and choose niceties instead.

My eyes never left his as I tripped after Hunter, my legs jelly and heart wild.

Nick’s mouth twisted as if he suffocated on things he wanted to say.

The big top loomed.

The soft breeze of perfumed air surrounded me.

And then, Nick broke into a jog, chasing after us, cutting in front of us with a savage snarl. “Have us both.” He wiped his mouth as if he couldn’t believe he’d said such a thing, but his eyes glowed with hazel fire as he nodded with determination. “Fuck us both. I-I’ll share you…with him…if that’s what you want. If that gets me an inch of being inside you, then…I’ll do it.”

“Shit, man, you’ve got it bad.” Hunter laughed as if this whole thing amused him. He showed no offence at being asked to share. No aversion at having a threesome with another male. His smooth acceptance of sex and all its facets made me want to be him when I grew up.

I didn’t want to hide from me anymore, and…I’d had plenty of fantasies where I’d been used by two men at a time. Sometimes more. Fantasies of being a sacrifice where men lined up, all hard and waiting for their turn. I didn’t know why that was one of my ultimate, never-to-be-confessed daydreams, but I used it a lot.

Was it the power I felt having a lineup of gorgeous men, all desperate to have me, all jerking off while they waited for me to give them permission to service me? Perhaps it was the submissive inside me wanting to be at the mercy of a horde of horny, frantic men?

Either way…my mind exploded with images of sharing sex with Nick and Hunter.

My core clenched, teasing me with an unsatisfied orgasm. An orgasm that set my teeth on edge and blood pounding.

“Please, Ella. If this is the only night you’re open to being with me. Just like it’s the only night I’m open to being with you, then…” Nicholas stepped toward me, and for the first time in eight months, he willingly touched me. I moaned as his fingers slipped into my hair, fisting into a slightly painful, downright erotic handful. “Let me fuck you.” He lowered his head from his tall height. His cinnamon breath caressed my lips as he held himself ever so close. “Let me show you just how hard you make me. How hard you’ve always made me. Let me inside your pretty little cunt so I can finally, finally breathe again.”

All my inhibitions flew away.

I ached for him to kiss me.

But he pulled away and shot a look at Hunter. “Do you agree to share?”

Hunter’s rich, deep voice rumbled in his chest. “It’s her choice. Her night. She knows what I intend to do to her. She knows she’s going to be at my mercy the moment I wrap that first rope around her. If she wants to surrender to you too, then fine.” He shrugged. “I’ll share. You can fuck her, watch me fuck her, we can do it together or take turns. I just don’t cross swords.”

Nick gritted his teeth. “Same for me. All the attention is on her. I’ll accept that you’re in the room, but that’s it.”

“But what if I want you to kiss each other?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

Hunter chuckled and locked his fingers tighter around my wrist. “I think you’re forgetting that you’re not in charge tonight. I am. He is. You wanted to be controlled, remember? You want to give me your very air. You want me to claim your every last piece so you don’t have to think or worry or overanalyse every little thing. Your only job is to lie there and take what we give you.”

“Goddammit.” Nick groaned. “She really signed up to be dominated?”

“Hell, yes, she did.” Hunter grinned.

“Jesus Christ. How am I supposed to live with her now?”

“Fuck her every night?” Hunter chuckled.

“I’d break her if I—”