Brooklyn Bound (8 page)

Brook leaned against the wall, both comforted and disquieted by his words. She wanted to trust Tucker but he was a smooth-talking lawyer and she was hesitant to take him at face value.

Gabe obviously didn’t see her. He slid his arms around Tucker and their kiss deepened.

It was hard to watch, yet at the same time she found their intimacy arousing. Brook placed one hand on her hip. “Starting without me?”

The men separated and glanced at her. Their eyes widened.

“Wow.” Gabe blinked.

Tucker smiled. “She did dress pretty. I like it.”

Her husband shook his head. “This is new to me. Nice, babe. Very sexy.”

Tucker rose and faced her. “The only thing sexier might be that same getup in black leather.”

She smirked. “Sorry, I don’t have one of those tucked away in my drawer.”

He shrugged. “We might have to get it for you. I’ve seen some really hot outfits, with strategic openings cut right into them.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Gabe stood next to him. “I’d be up for that. But right now, this one is perfect. Thanks, Brook.”

She placed a second hand on her hip. “You boys just going to stand there and gawk?”

“No.” Tucker scratched his chin. “I was just thinking what might look better than you in that teddy.”

She gazed at him skeptically.

“You
out
of that teddy.” He turned to Gabe. “Shall we retreat to the bedroom? I have a feeling our lady is ready to get down to business.”

“I’m past ready.”

She walked to the bedroom, where she folded the comforter and top sheet, before setting them aside. She turned and glanced at the two men with lustful, hungry expressions.

Tucker nodded slowly. “I think you should tell us what you’d like, Brooklyn.”

“I’m flexible. Anything is good.”

“No, we’re not settling for ‘anything’. For instance, I know that Gabriel desires my cock in his ass tonight, so that’s on my agenda. What do you desire, gorgeous?”

She chuckled. He’d started with the formal name thing again. For some damned reason, it aroused the hell out of her. “Okay, well, I guess I’d like someone to eat my pussy. Then while I’m still quivering with an orgasm, I’d like to be fucked until I have another.”

“Good! Now, rephrase that, taking out the ‘okays’ and ‘I guesses’. Tell me what you want. Command it.”

“I couldn’t!”

“Of course you can. It’s no different than the pillow talk I’ve already heard you use. ‘Right there, yeah, that’s it.’ You see, Brooklyn, expressions like that give your lover directions about what you want and need. That’s all I’m asking for. Tell us what you want and need.”

She raised her eyebrows at Gabe.

He shrugged and nodded.

Looking back at Tucker, she decided to play along. “
I want you
to eat my pussy.” To her husband she said, “Then I want
you
to fuck me until I come at least twice.”

Tucker bowed his head. “Yes, Mistress. Would you like to lie on the bed?”

“I would.” She dropped to the edge then settled herself in the middle of the king-sized mattress.

Tucker turned to Gabe. “Shall we remove her teddy?”

Her husband’s grin widened. “Oh yeah.”

“First your own clothes,” she added. “I want to see you both naked, so I can tell if you’re aroused or not.”

Both of them stripped without further instructions.

She had no doubts about how excited they were, when two thick cocks sprang from their boxers. “Yes, I can see you’re both looking forward to more commands.”

Tucker spread her thighs. “Oh, yes, Mistress. Very much so.” Lying between her legs, he examined her moist center with his fingers before allowing his tongue to dive in.

Gabe lay next to her and fondled one breast while sucking the nipple on the other.

Brook arched her back with pleasure. There was no question—being made love to by two people was a huge turn-on. She felt her first climax niggling.

“So beautiful,” Gabe murmured between mouthfuls.

“Hot and wet,” Tucker agreed, coming up for air. “And tight. Her pussy is clenching around my fingers. Feels fucking fantastic.”

“Ah, God.” Brook shivered at the combination of their words and actions. Gabe roughed up her nipples just enough, just the way she liked it, and Tucker’s mouth and tongue felt like heaven on her pulsing lips. “Keep going, I’m close. So close.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Tucker added another finger to her drenched pussy and thrust them in and out.

Brook tried to hold out and prolong the pleasure, but had never been good at that. She exploded and fireworks went off in her head as her body twitched and jolted with delight. It ended far too soon, but she quickly realized her lovers hadn’t stopped. Tucker continued to lap her juices with abandon. Gabe sucked one nipple to a hot, red peak then switched to the other, rolling the first between his thumb and forefinger. She watched until she couldn’t stand the emotional overload and had to close her eyes.

Another shattering orgasm ripped through her, but this one seemed to last forever. Floating on a cloud of ecstasy, she eventually rode it out and opened her eyes.

Both men ceased their ministrations and kissed her thighs and belly while she refocused.

“Damn, that was…amazing.”

“Time to change places.” Tucker looked at Gabe. “Fuck her well, my friend. Give her a fast and hard orgasm, then slow your pace so we can draw this out.”

“My pleasure.” Gabe moved between her legs and Tucker slipped out, pausing long enough to kiss her husband.

Brook’s eyes were glazed but she had no doubts that the sweltering kiss they shared—Tucker’s chin slick with her juices—was hot. Gabe sucked the man’s tongue for precious long moments before they finally separated and he turned back to her. “Ready to be fucked, Brooks?” He swatted the side of her hip and it made a slapping sound.

She groaned. “God, yes. Fuck me, Gabe. Hard, fast and deep.”

He repositioned her ass and held a thigh in a hand. Her pussy was so wet, his steel-hard shaft had no trouble sliding in balls-deep. Once firmly seated, he paused to allow her a moment to acclimate. “Damn, you’re tight.”

Tucker reached underneath and groped her ass cheeks. “With such a hot fucking ass, I could slap this until it’s beet red.”

“Hey!” She made a face at him.

He grinned, and as Gabe began his pounding rhythm, snapped a couple of strategically placed slaps on her bum cheeks.

“Ow!” Brook complained at the sharp, stinging sensations.

Tucker watched her face as he manipulated the abused flesh. “Want me to stop? Or would you like to see how good another slap or two would feel?”

Torn and very close to another orgasm, she nodded. “Go ahead.”

Gabe gritted his teeth as he ground into her.

At some point she realized that while Tucker toyed with her, he was also toying with her husband, tugging his swinging balls, grazing them with his swats as he reddened her ass.

Her man’s eyes rolled back, and she felt his warm heat pulse into her in spurts before he ground out, “I’m coming.”

Brook cut loose with him, her third orgasm taking her higher than she could ever have imagined. She wondered for a moment what it said about her that she came harder when someone was slapping her butt, but she pushed the thought away. They were consenting adults, not hurting anyone, and it felt so good.

She opened her eyes when she realized no one was moving or touching her. Gabe was still on top of her, but he was frozen like a statue, his face a mask of pleasure. She glanced around him and saw Tucker behind Gabe, doing something she couldn’t see. “What’s he doing?”

Tucker chuckled. “I’ve got three fingers in your husband’s sweet ass, lovely Brooklyn. Once he accepts the fourth I intend to fuck him senseless, while he’s still inside of you.”

The mental imagery was amazing. She almost wished she could be on that end to watch.
Almost.
But there was one small issue. “He already came.”

“He’s going to come again,” Tucker said with certainty. “It’s been too long since he’s been fucked. He’s getting hard now with just my fingers inside him.”

“I am,” Gabe gasped. “Oh God, I am.”

“He wants me to ream his ass with everything I’ve got. No use blowing his next wad creaming the sheets. He’s going to come inside of you, beautiful Brooklyn, until your pussy is full and overflowing. Would you like that?”

Her body shivered. “Oh yes.”

Tucker’s laugh was low and throaty. “We’re switching, Mistress. You’re going to lie beneath us and take whatever we have to dish out, aren’t you? If we choose to fuck you senseless, we’ll fuck you until you’re raw. If we choose to spank your pure white ass, we may do that too. And maybe, if you’re a really good submissive, we’ll both fuck you at the same time. One in your pussy and the other in your ass. Would you like that?”

She was close to coming at his words. Brooklyn’s head thrashed back and forth. “Yes, Master. Please, fuck me now!”

“Such a slut! Damn, how lucky am I to have two gorgeous sluts who love to fuck as much as I do.” A loud slapping sound rang out and Gabe groaned. “You ready for my cock, slut? You think you can take it all?”

“Try me,” Gabe groaned, grabbing the sheet on either side of her and hanging on.

Brook heard the crinkling of the foil wrapper, then watched with amazement as Tucker impaled her husband’s ass with his monster cock. She couldn’t see the actual deed—would have paid real money for a mirror on the ceiling at that moment—but seeing Gabe’s face was good enough.

His expression of honest to God pain was quickly replaced by something different, something Brook herself was just now learning about. Red hot, burning desire, so close to pain the two emotions mingled, mixed, warred with each other until pleasure won out and the bearer was rewarded with a climax so intense, he or she would beg to get it again, pain and all. Gabe was there, she could see it in his clouded eyes as he stared at her.

“Find a rhythm, now,” Tucker slapped Gabe’s ass again. “Fuck that pussy while I’m fucking your hot hole. Move with me, ride with me, fuck her with me… And when I give the word… Come with me. You got that?”

“Oh yeah,” Gabe panted. “Fuck yeah.”

Another slap, another grimace, followed by more pounding and pressure than Brook had ever felt in her life. She came twice before Tucker demanded that the men come in unison and they did, grunting and groaning and spilling seed into every available hole.

They collapsed in a heap on top of her. “Can you breathe?” Gabe whispered.

“I’m fine,” she answered dreamily. “Don’t even think of moving yet. Feels too damned good.”

She watched Tucker kiss everywhere he could reach on Gabe’s back and neck, at the same time that he smoothed a hand through her hair. “You two are simply amazing. Thank you for letting me be myself with you. I know my language is somewhat coarse during sex, but I believe that adds to the pleasure. I hope you feel the same way.” He pulled out and went to dispose of the condom.

Gabe kissed Brook gently then rolled off to her side and settled there.

Tucker returned and she patted her other side. He curled up with them on the big bed.

Wrapping an arm around each of them, she sighed. “It is coarse in the light of day, but when it’s happening it feels so right and sounds so natural. I mean, I don’t think I’d be cool with someone calling me a slut outright. But when you said it…”

He chuckled. “It was all part of the role-play. I told you I’m not bound to the Master/slave stuff, but sometimes I really get off on the down and dirty of it.”

Gabe grinned. “I never thought I’d get off on a spanking, either. But fuck me if that didn’t add something to it.”

Tucker smiled over Brook at him. “I’ve got lots more little tricks I’d love to show you both. To share with you. You’re both so expressive and willing. God damn if I’m not as happy as a pig in shit right now.”

She glanced at Gabe. “I guess I’m willing, as long as we don’t get too far out there. I mean, this was great.”

“It’ll all be great,” Tucker assured them. “I promise you’ll love it, or we won’t do it again. Deal?”

She nodded and saw her husband do the same.

“Tucker…” Gabe planted his chin on her shoulder to see the man. “Why aren’t you with someone? You’ve got so much to offer. I can’t imagine guys aren’t beating down your door.”

He guffawed. “Not hardly, but then I haven’t really been looking, either. I was with someone, but it ended about a year ago.”

Brook ran a hand through his hair. “What happened?”

He inhaled then slowly blew the breath out. “I haven’t talked about this with anybody for a long time.”

“You don’t have to,” Gabe advised.

“No, it’s okay. You guys are special. I want you to know.” He lay back and stared at the ceiling. “Mason and I dated for five years. He was a gifted pianist and just a truly special guy. I loved him very much.”

Brook watched his face. She was dying to ask what had happened, but knew he’d get to it in his own time.

“It was his thirtieth birthday. Mason loved a party. About forty of our friends were getting together at his favorite restaurant. He was coming straight from work, so we took separate cars. He was late, but that happened a lot—he’d get caught up in his music and lose track of time. The last of our friends to arrive came upon an accident and texted me.” He stopped talking.

“Accident?” Brook held her breath.

He nodded. “Mason had been hit head on by a drunk driver. Fucking six o’clock at night, can you believe that? The guy must have really been loaded because he was driving on the wrong side of the road. Mason was killed instantly. I really wanted to hate that other driver. Really wanted to let him have it. You know how they say the drunk driver always walks away unharmed? Not this time. Guy killed himself and a passenger. And my Mason. That was the end of the best five years of my life.”

“Oh my God!” Brook pulled him into a hug and felt Gabe behind her joining them.

“I’m so sorry, man,” her husband whispered, his voice thick.

Tucker pulled away and swiped his eyes. He nodded. “Thanks. As I said, it’s been almost a year. When his birthday rolls around I’m gonna have a tough day. But otherwise, I’m doing okay. It took me a damned long time to get here, but I’m finally doing better.”