Elegant Seduction (Trinity Masters Book 6) Page 10

  Her head was swimming after too many minutes of breath-stealing sensations. Finally, she reached out, gripping Grant’s hair and tugging him away. “I can’t take it anymore. Please. I need you to fuck me.”

  Grant frowned. “You’re going to come first.”

  Elyse shook her head. Was that what he was waiting for? “No, I…”

  She paused. There was no way she could confess she’d never had an orgasm. She had long ago given up hope on that. “I need you inside me.”

  Grant studied her face too closely. “We’re both going to be inside you, Elle. Right after you come.”

  She released a frustrated breath. That wasn’t going to work. She decided to lie. “I can’t come until you’re inside.” It was much easier to fake an orgasm when the guy was mindless with his own climax.

  “Then I guess we’re going to have to teach you.” Grant lifted her knees over his shoulders, bent his head, and thrust his tongue inside her.

  She cried out in surprise and tried not to panic. One of Sebastian’s hands left her breast and traveled lower, stroking her clit. His other remained locked on her breast, rolling the nipple as she gasped for air.

  Her head wouldn’t shut down, wouldn’t let her enjoy the moment. She couldn’t stop thinking, worrying, stressing out. Letting go, giving into them, would be a sign of weakness.

  Wouldn’t it?

  When Grant lifted his head, she expected to see frustration on his face. None of her previous lovers had ever tried to get her off like this. God, there had only been one interested in any type of foreplay and in his mind, that meant a blowjob.

  Grant’s expression was one of pure determination. “Have you ever had an orgasm?”

  She started to nod, had even lifted her head, but Grant’s eyes narrowed.

  “Don’t lie to me, Elyse.”

  “I…can’t.” When she realized that response could be taken as an inability to lie, she added, “Have an orgasm. I think there might be something broken in me.”

  Sebastian cupped her cheek and turned her face to his. He kissed her so gently, she felt the tiniest bit like crying. “There’s nothing broken. You spend too much time trying to keep everything under control, trying to be the perfect person. You can let go with us, Elle.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t know how.”

  It was the truth. For years, she’d kept an ironclad grip on everything, fighting overtime to control every emotion and to hide every weakness.

  Shortly before his death, Elliot had come to see her. Their relationship had become estranged after graduation as he fell deeper and deeper into his drug addiction. Before that, he’d been her very best friend in the world and she had felt his absence intensely.

  As always, whenever they saw each other, the conversation turned to his drug use. She had begged him to go into rehab again, to stop using. But that last time, he’d said something she couldn’t forget, not even now with these two sexy men driving her to incredible heights.

  Elliot said he liked being free too much. The rush of the drugs allowed him to let go of every single thing that was weighing him down. They let him fly without fear of failure, of disappointing their father, of revealing weakness. Her brother had found the ultimate escape, but in taking it, he’d lost his way back.

  Sebastian kissed her on the cheek. “You need to get out of your head, baby. There’s too much shit in there.”

  She started to laugh, but the sound came out as a cry. She bit it back, and then blinked rapidly to stem the tears forming. “Dammit. I need to get out of here. I’m so sorry.” She tried to disentangle herself from the bodies, but neither man gave way.

  “Please,” she said more sternly when their grips on her tightened. “I’ve clearly killed the mood. Let’s just call it a night. I swear to God, I’ll have my head screwed on better tomorrow. It’s just sort of intimidating. I mean…there are two of you and neither one of you is hurting in the…” She waved her hand toward Grant’s cock.

  Sebastian’s arms remained wrapped around her, her back still firmly pressed to his chest. Grant’s hands were locked around her ankles.

  Grant chuckled, which was completely the wrong response in her overwrought state. She tried to kick her feet free from his grip. The bastard was too damn strong. They both were.

  “Elyse. Stop.” Grant’s words were firm and stern.

  Under normal circumstances, she would have obeyed, even though she wouldn’t have understood that easy compliance. Right now, she was too far gone, in a state of sheer panic.

  “Fuck you, Grant.” She doubled her efforts, kicking harder, fighting to pry Sebastian’s arms away from her. “I don’t want to do this.”

  “Keep fighting, honey,” Grant urged. “It won’t work. We’re not letting you escape. Besides, I’ll be damned if I don’t find this hot.”

  “Ahhhh, you asshole!” she yelled loudly, furiously. “Let me go.”

  Grant shook his head. “Never.” Then he looked at Sebastian. “Flip her over, onto her stomach.”

  Elyse lost complete control, rage pulsing through her blood as she tried to claw her way to freedom. She landed one good kick to Grant’s stomach, provoking a grunt that pleased her too much. She also left a long line of scratches along Sebastian’s forearm, one trail deep enough to well with a few drops of blood.

  It didn’t matter. It wasn’t enough. Within seconds, she was facedown on the mattress and held tight by four muscular arms. Grant was straddling her knees, while Sebastian knelt above her, pinning her wrists motionless, next to her head.

  She spewed a stream of obscenities, slightly shocked by the crudeness, the cruel threats. She told them to fuck themselves, to go to hell, to eat shit and die. It was insanity and yet the hateful taunts kept flowing.

  Years of anger fell out of her in one giant heap.

  Neither man spoke. Instead, they simply waited until she ran out of words.

  “Let. Go. Of. Me, you fucking bastards,” she said at last, the words broken by her panting breaths.

  “Are you finished?” Grant asked.

  If she’d been thinking rationally, she would have heard the question for what it was. A simple inquiry. But she was still insane, so it sounded condescending and pissed her off anew.

  “I’m going to fucking kill both of you when you let me go.”

  Sebastian squeezed her wrists. “Sounds like you’ve just given us a great reason to keep you tied to our bed forever.”

  “I will go Lorena Bobbitt on both of your asses and believe me, they won’t find anything to reattach.”

  Grant laughed. “God. I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with you, Elle.”

  His use of the L word took her aback. Especially given the fact she’d just thrown the world’s biggest adult temper tantrum ever. Her anger deserted her in one long, painful sigh.

  What the hell had happened?

  “I…” How could she apologize for anything she’d just done? Her behavior had been over-the-top and completely out of character. They must think she was insane. Before she could form her apology, Grant leaned over her, caging her beneath him.

  “There you are,” he whispered.

  “I’m sorry.”

  He kissed her cheek. “You lost control.”

  She nodded. “I know. I’m so sorry, Grant. I don’t know how to tell you—”

  “You lost control. And now you’re back. Safe and sound. The world didn’t end because you checked out for a few minutes.”

  Grant’s words began to sink in as he sat back up. Sebastian released her arms, moving until he lay down fully beside her. He cupped her face and smiled. “That was way more fun than it should have been. I’m thinking we try it again, but kinky it up a bit.”

  Elyse giggled. “You’re both twisted.”

  Sebastian winked. “There are a lot better ways to let go, Elle. It’s just the three of us here. No one else will see or ever know.”

  She believed him.

  More than that, she believed in t
hem. Though the relationship was brand new and Elyse was way too rusty, she trusted them.

  “Show me,” she whispered.

  “I thought you’d never ask,” Grant said. And just like that, they were in motion.

  Elyse wondered if she’d ever get used to his charge-in-with-cannons-firing manner. One minute she was facedown on the mattress, the next she was facedown over Grant’s lap.

  She tried to rear up, recalling his threat to spank her earlier. “Oh, hell no.”

  Grant’s hand tapped her bare bottom. The smack wasn’t hard, but it got her attention.

  “Grant—”

  “Let’s get the awkward, first-time stuff out of the way. Are you on birth control?

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  “You know what a safe word is?”

  That wasn’t exactly a standard, first-time question for her, but awkward certainly described it.

  She’d never needed a safe word. Or wanted one. But now…

  “Yes.”

  “Good,” Grant said. “Yours is Boston. But I want you to say it with that cute New England accent of yours. Bahh-ston.”

  She glanced up at him. “Are you making fun of the way I talk?”

  While his expression was meant to be stern, his eyes gave him away. He was enjoying this too much. Elyse glanced around the room, surprised to see Sebastian had left the bed. He’d moved a chair from the small desk in the corner and set it up next to them. He was still naked, his hand making long, slow strokes along his cock.

  She licked her lips, wishing he were closer.

  Apparently, Grant had done all the prep work he intended to do. Lifting his hand, he brought it down on her ass, holding back nothing.

  “I said I was sorry,” she cried out, her safe word on the tip of her tongue. Two things held her back—pride and curiosity.

  “This isn’t a punishment, Elle,” Sebastian said as he reached over to run a comforting caress along her bare back. “It’s foreplay.”

  When Grant spanked her again, the heat traveled straight to her pussy. She squeezed her legs together, seeking some sort of stimulation.

  Grant had initially paused between each smack. She assumed he’d been giving her a chance to call a halt. When the safe word didn’t appear, he stopped waiting. The rise and fall of his hand on her ass came more rapidly, the blows landing somewhere different each time and with varying intensity. Some were taps, some had her crying out in pain.

  Never in her kinkiest fantasies would she have imagined the effect a spanking would have on her. Somewhere inside, her head was screaming at her, telling her this was demeaning, wrong. Her body didn’t care and for once, it didn’t listen.

  She jerked roughly, nearly falling off Grant’s lap when she felt Sebastian’s cool hand on her inner thigh.

  He parted her legs, his fingers finding her opening. If she thought she’d been wet before, she had been a fool. Sebastian thrust three fingers in with ease while Grant continued to pepper her ass with light smacks.

  She gyrated wildly, trying to get more, take more. She wanted it all, only harder and faster.

  When they began to grant her request, she realized she’d voiced her demands aloud. Tears streamed down her face, so many emotions falling out of her in a gush of loud sobs—remnants of her rage, sorrow, need, hunger, pain, relief, love.

  God. Love.

  Grant slowed the spanking, then his fingers met Sebastian’s at her pussy. They took turns fucking her with them. When Grant’s fingers were buried inside, Sebastian stroked her clit. When it was Sebastian’s turn inside her, Grant pressed one wet digit into her ass.

  She screamed. And then, sweet Jesus, she came. Loudly. The orgasm racked her entire body, shook her to the core and the world went black for a few minutes.

  When Elyse opened her eyes, she was in the middle of the bed, sheltered between two large, strong bodies.

  Heaven. On. Earth.

  She could die right now and never regret missing a single thing. Because nothing would ever top that.

  Chapter Seven

  Grant looked at Elyse and recognized the moment she’d come back to them. Her climax had been powerful, amazing. The woman was an enigma. Every time he peeled back another layer of the onion, he found something different and even more fascinating.

  He hadn’t lied about falling in love with her. Grant had never been much of a romantic and all that stuff about love at first sight typically had him rolling his eyes.

  Elyse had him wanting to shower her with flowers every day, picking out “their song” and China patterns and making babies. It was insane. But he wasn’t going to fight it. He didn’t have to. She was his. Theirs.

  Grant looked over Elyse’s body. Seb was lying on the other side of her, his head propped up on his elbow. He was looking at their future wife with the same adoration and awe Grant was experiencing.

  Damn, they’d turned that corner quicker than he’d expected. He was relieved. And ready to go for broke.

  “Ready to move on?” Grant asked.

  Elyse looked at him with drowsy eyes that said she could fall asleep if they’d let her. He was pleased their efforts had rocked her so effectively.

  She nodded slowly. “I’m not sure I can physically withstand another orgasm like that. I think I cracked a rib.”

  He and Sebastian guffawed loudly. While Elyse suffered brief moments of insecurity, more often than not, this witty, courageous, intelligent woman shone through. Though he suspected she didn’t realize it yet, she was their perfect match. All they had to do was prove it to her.

  Sebastian reached for her, lifting her until she lay atop him. “We’ll take it slow and easy then. Be nice and gentle.”

  Elyse scowled. “Well, let’s don’t get too carried away. I only said cracked rib. Not broken.”

  Grant rarely laughed in bed. As the mattress shook with their mirth, that fact dawned hard. He’d always approached sex as a power exchange…one where he took control and his lover submitted. It had always been a serious event, usually one devoid of love and laughter.

  He had clearly been doing it wrong.

  Regardless, his cock was so hard it ached, and the alpha male within was demanding action.

  Grant rose, kneeling next to Elyse and Sebastian, who had begun to kiss. There was something arousing about watching his lovers like this. He’d always found pleasure in voyeurism and he enjoyed viewing porn more than he would ever confess aloud.

  “Sit up, baby,” Grant said, after a few moments of watching the show. He lightly clasped her upper arm until she was straddling Sebastian’s hips.

  Then he kept propelling her toward where he wanted her. He lifted her until her opening was poised just over Sebastian’s cock.

  “You ready?” Grant asked.

  She nodded, so he slowly pressed her downward, enjoying the image of Sebastian’s cock disappearing inside her body.

  Once she was seated to the hilt, Sebastian took back some of the control, grasping Elyse’s waist to hold her in place as he lifted his hips, pushing deeper.

  Elyse gasped, the sound one of pure delight. “That feels…” she whispered. She didn’t bother finishing the statement. She didn’t need to. She pushed up and propelled herself back onto Sebastian’s cock a handful of times. She wasn’t shy about taking what she wanted.

  Grant allowed her that brief moment of freedom before gripping her hips and holding her firmly, Sebastian’s cock sealed tightly inside her.

  “I need to move,” she said, struggling to continue.

  Grant simply held strong. “No. Not yet.”

  He expected Elyse to complain, but it was Sebastian who blew out an exasperated breath. “Listen, man—”

  Grant shook his head, cutting off Sebastian’s complaint. “Trust me, Seb.”

  Sebastian stilled. For a minute, Grant thought the other man would refuse, would tell him to take that request and shove it up his ass. He appreciated Sebastian’s pain, his need to fuck. Grant felt the same way. It was tak
ing every ounce of strength in his body not to drag Elyse away from Sebastian, flip her to her back and pound inside her until he found that same oblivion she’d just returned from.

  But this was their first time. It needed to be special, memorable, and by God, it needed to set a tone. Maybe that was Grant’s fucked-up psyche seeping out, but he knew how he wanted things to be between the three of them. He had no intention of their sex life being a revolving door of taking turns. There were three of them in this bed and they were all going to fuck…and be fucked.

  After a lifetime, Sebastian finally gave his consent with one quick nod.

  “Lean over, Elle.” Grant pressed on her back until her chest lay flat against Sebastian’s. As if they couldn’t resist the impulse, Elyse and Sebastian kissed once more.

  “Now. Neither one of you move. I’ll be right back.”

  Elyse pulled her lips from Sebastian’s to look at him over her shoulder incredulously. “What? Where are you going?”

  Grant didn’t answer her question. Instead, he placed a very firm smack on her still-pink ass. The slap was hard enough to provoke a sensual moan from Elyse…and Sebastian. “Don’t move. I’ll know if you do.”

  With that, Grant rushed down the hallway to his room. Elyse had obviously made some preparations for the honeymoon, considering her pretty negligee. Grant had made his own plans as well.

  Grabbing the lubrication from his suitcase, he returned to Sebastian’s room, pleased to see his lovers in the same position he’d left them. They had begun kissing again, but given the way Elyse was squirming, abstaining was difficult.

  Grant returned to the bed, not bothering to hide what he’d gone to retrieve. Elyse peered at the tube with anxiousness, while Sebastian’s brows rose. Grant imagined it was surprise—and respect—fueling Sebastian’s expression.

  Removing the cap, he placed the tube at Elyse’s ass. As he expected, she tried to rear up.

  “Wait.”

  Grant had been prepared for her response, his hand planted firmly in the middle of her back, holding her against Sebastian.