“Isn’t stupid enough to come back for a while,” Xander assured. “Listen to your Doms, and get on your knees.”
“Otherwise, there won’t be any orgasms in your future, and you want us to give you those, right?” Javier wasn’t above using dirty pool to get them what they all needed.
She hesitated an instant before she braced herself on the arm of the chair and lowered herself to the tile floor, one knee at a time. Javier caught glimpses of her thighs and the bottom curve of her ass, and it fired his desire up all over again.
God, she was so beautifully submissive, and he needed her in his life. For the first time in forever, he wasn’t dwelling on the past, but looking toward the future. And caring about his life, prosperity, happiness. It was completely London’s doing. He wasn’t letting her slip through his fingers.
“Suck his cock.” Javier stood over her, watching and waiting.
London glanced over her shoulder and met his gaze. Her eyes had gone dark and soft. She liked being commanded. And she liked the specific command he’d given her.
She crawled into the space between Xander’s open legs and splayed her hands over his thighs. His brother stroked his cock roughly now, and as she leaned in, he fed it into her mouth, one slow inch after another.
Her mouth dipped down the hard length. Xander snapped his head back with a groan. He’d had hundreds—maybe thousands—of blow jobs in his life, Javier was sure. But London’s mouth on Xander was special because he cared about her. Javier knew that as well as he knew his own name.
Watching them together revved him up to a throaty growl. Funny, but when Xander had first dragged him to Lafayette, he’d been beyond furious. But the move had brought London into their lives. They needed her light and warmth. She’d not only saved him, but his relationship with Xander. Now, the connection they shared ended decades of cold solitude in his heart. Because of London, they were mending their bond again—and adding to it. If she’d let it, their future could be even happier than their distant past.
Xander’s fingers tunneled through her long, golden tresses, rescuing them from the floor as he gathered them up in his grip and watched her worship his cock. In that moment, she served his brother with her heart, and he accepted her gift with reverence. They weren’t two people merely engaged in a sex act, but lovers communicating their feelings for one another without a word. The sight moved him.
“That’s it, belleza. That’s perfect. Your slow strokes are killing me, and that tongue . . . Yeah, baby, lick my cock like— Oh, fuck, that’s hot. More. Yes,” Xander hissed out as she worked slowly down his stiff cock again. “I need you.”
Xander’s electric groan pulsed down Javier’s spine. If he didn’t touch London and seek his pleasure in her soon, he’d lose his sanity. But more, if he and Xander didn’t claim her now, he’d fucking die.
Sinking to his knees behind London, he lifted the coat up the backs of her thighs, over her ass—stopping when she froze.
“It’s okay,” he promised, folding the coat over so that it covered the top of her ass and bunched thickly over her lower back. “I won’t go any higher than this. I promise. Just let me inside you.”
Xander tugged on her hair, lifting her mouth from his erection and forcing her to look right into his eyes. Javier wished he could see London’s face himself, but the lovely ass he caressed more than held his attention.
“It’s what we all need, belleza. The contact. The closeness.” Xander cupped her breast and pinched her nipple. “Feel how right this is.”
At his brother’s words, Javier sighed in relief. Xander understood perfectly.
London’s body jerked at Xander’s touch. She gasped. Javier took the opportunity to plunge his fingers into her pussy. So wet . . . She needed their touch every bit as much as they needed hers. If she’d just take that last wall down around her heart, they could prove they loved her, flaws and all.
“Touch me,” London whimpered
She hadn’t even finished the words when Xander grabbed her head again and raised his hips, filling her little mouth with his hungry cock. She mewled around him and arched her back. The action thrust out her ass at Javier. Tension ripped through him. He could almost feel his brother’s pleasure. Frantically, he shoved his hand in his pocket and withdrew the item he’d placed there earlier, then set it by his knee. He hoped to hell London accepted him with the same openness with which she took Xander now.
Tearing into his zipper, Javier lowered his pants, letting them puddle on the floor. The hard tile wasn’t kind to his knees, and he didn’t give a shit. The only thing that mattered was getting inside London and sharing this experience with Xander. Together, they’d blow her little sheltered world wide open. But they’d always protect her with everything they had.
He ran a hand across that lush ass of hers, then grabbed the tube on the floor. With shaking fingers, he unscrewed the cap and dribbled lube down the crack of her cheeks, then squirted a bit more on his fingers. He rubbed her untried entrance, slowly sinking his fingers inside her until he had two in just as far as they could go. She tensed and moaned around Xander’s cock.
“Shh,” Javier coaxed her gently, leaning over her body to whisper in her ear. “You’ve taken the plugs well. I’ll go easy on you, little one, but don’t shut me out. Let me show you this pleasure. Let me make you feel so good.”
Pulling her cheeks apart, he positioned his cock against her little rosette, fighting the urge to slam inside her. His patience was running thin.
“Take her!” Xander growled.
Javier planted his palm in the curve of her back and nudged down gently. London arched even more for him. God, that was one of the most beautiful sights, her open and accepting. Her trusting him not to cause her pain.
“Push out,” he demanded, then began to ease inside her. “Good. Open yourself for me.”
Slowly, London did as he demanded, and he sawed inside her tight ass just a fraction. Back and forth, he pushed at the tight ring of muscle a few times before he finally popped past it and he slid down, down, into the tightest silken depths of her body. She gasped, then cried out in a high-pitched whine that was half pleasure, half pain. He slowed, but she still closed around him like a hot velvet glove. A groan tore from his chest at the mind-bending ecstasy. He’d never felt anyone so right. That Xander could feel her with him only made the moment more perfect.
“You in?”
“Yeah,” Javier croaked.
Xander tore off his mental leash and started plowing into London’s mouth in long, brutal strokes, holding her head exactly where he needed her. “That’s it, belleza. Open your throat. Take everything. Feel how much we want you. Holy fuck!”
London dug her fingers into Xander’s thighs, then shrieked when Javier pulled back slowly before sliding home in a slow thrust that scraped every nerve in his body. The explosion brewing at the base of his spine didn’t feel like mere fireworks. No, he was going to blast inside her like a supernova, a violent cataclysm that would be unlike anything he’d ever felt. Her hot, slick flesh against his bare dick—crap, he’d forgotten a condom—was like finding heaven balanced on the knife’s edge. Dangerous, painful . . . and the most wonderful sensation ever. But they were both disease free, and it was too late now. No way could he let her go.
“Are you sucking his cock, little one?” he demanded.
She nodded frantically, bobbing up and down on Xander’s dick.
“Good girl. Feel me? Am I filling you up?”
Her moan was something between a squeal and a sigh. His cock tingled. So damn sensitive. He gritted his teeth, grabbed a fistful of her coat, then tossed his head back with a growl of pleasure. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d fucked a woman’s ass. College? It didn’t matter. Whoever she’d been, the incident had been erased from his memory bank. Now there was only London and the pure, sharp bliss of her tight grip dismantling his brain with sweet, destructive need.
“Am I hurting you?” he managed to growl out.
Frantically, she shook her head and threw her hips back at him, matching his rhythm. What he’d thought couldn’t get any better just had. Javier gripped her waist and plowed harder into her. He knew he’d come soon . . . just like he knew that wouldn’t sate him from needing her again. Most likely, he would come somewhere inside her body again in an hour. Then once more later tonight. But no matter how many times he had her, he’d never sate this hunger. She was under his skin, in his blood, burrowed in his heart. He didn’t want it any other way.
“Is he filling you full, baby?” Xander asked.
London could only answer with a mournful howl.
She was on the edge and wanted more. Perspiration filmed her body. Every muscle worked in glorious harmony to increase the friction, to get him deeper. She was a thing of beauty as she reached for the pinnacle, writhing between them, her hair falling all around her. Why had he never known how fulfilled love could make him? Why had he ever thought he could settle for less than the flood of devotion now in his heart?
He looked up to find Xander’s concentration on her lips absolute. His brother was sweating—temples, shoulders, chest—whispering to London as he shuttled his cock past her lips. Javier stared, feeling his energy flowing through London, then to Xander. Then his brother raised his gaze. And yes . . . the energy surged back. They both felt love for this woman, and being here with her together only multiplied it to something so big, he almost couldn’t process it.
The swirl of emotion was a sublime fucking pleasure like nothing he’d ever felt. It seared all the way down his spine, shooting down into his balls until they felt heavy and tight. He tingled as the sensations built.
“Can’t last, Xander,” he panted out. “You need to claim her, too.”
His brother sent him a rough nod, then he caressed London’s cheek. “Can you come for us, belleza?”
To help her along, Javier leaned over London, encircled her waist, and petted her clit. She jolted, gasped—then she screamed as he caressed her little button. Under his fingers, it swelled, turned harder than steel, and she pulsed around him, gripping, milking, killing his restraint. Javier let loose with a long, loud cry, plundering into her furiously with every ounce of her strength as Xander held back, easing into her tight mouth with carefully controlled strokes. London took everything they gave her, so open, so beautiful.
In her, Javier had not only found his brother again, but he’d found his forever.
The thought zipped lightning down his spine where it pooled in his gut and cooled into contentment. Love wasn’t just the stuff of greeting cards, but rightness, belonging, and certainty that made his heart fly. For the last year, he’d been dead inside. Now, because of her, he felt like he could soar for the rest of his life.
Caressing her thigh and kissing the crown of her head, Javier carefully withdrew, then glanced at Xander, who nodded and lifted London’s mouth from his cock.
“My turn, belleza.” Xander stood, then took hold of her arm. “Help me get her on the chair.”
Scrambling for his pants, Javier lifted his zipper with a quiet hiss, then assisted London, knees first, into the chair, facing the back. When she tried to turn to sit, he grabbed her hips until Xander came around, rolling on a condom.
“Stay, little one. You’re Xander’s, too. He’s also going to fuck that pretty, perfect ass.”
Her breathing hitched as she clutched the back of the chair with white knuckles. “Hurry.”
“Right fucking now.” Xander ran a palm up her thigh, blanketed her body with his own, the coat rustling between them. He gripped her hips and positioned himself, shoving desperately into her soft, wet cunt. As he buried himself to the hilt, he clenched his jaw, baring his teeth. He swiveled inside her slippery folds and slid his fingers over her clit. London rewarded him with a gasp. Her pale skin flushed as she moved back to take more of him. Watching them together was a thing of beauty—special, intimate—and Javier couldn’t stand not being a part of it.
He walked around behind the chair and took her soft oval face in his hands, slanted his lips over hers, and took her mouth in a possessive kiss that he hoped staked his claim every bit as much as being deep in her body had. Javier was gratified when she latched onto his shoulders for dear life and fell heart-first into the kiss.
“Arch your back, belleza. Push out for me.” Xander snapped the command at her gruffly.
Javier ripped his lips from hers. “Do as he says.”
Without pause, she did, and he watched over the length of her body as she slowly accepted Xander’s thick, slick cock in her ass. Those gorgeous shrieks of her pleasure-pain filled the air again, and London lifted her stare to him, somewhere between lost and drowning.
“He’s inside you, little one, isn’t he?” At her frantic nod, he smiled. “So deep, just like I was. Claiming you, just as I did. Take all of him, as you took all of me. Because we want all of you. Every lovely inch, even the scars you’re hiding.”