Maya Banks - Sweet Addiction

“If I’m in Ren’s ass, I don’t really give a fuck what you’re doing at the time,” Cole returned through gritted teeth.

Hell, was Lucas a bisexual? Because if so, this was so not going to work out in the least. He’d seen plenty of cock. It didn’t bother him. He could appreciate another man’s body with the best of them. But he appreciated it best when it was fucking another woman’s brains out and he could watch. Yeah, he appreciated that kind of cock. But it didn’t mean he wanted it in any of his orifices.

Lucas looked amused, almost as if he was purposely fucking with Cole’s head. Cole wasn’t amused. He just wanted Lucas to leave already.

“Ren, get down on the floor, shoulders down and put your legs up on Cole’s lap,” Lucas ordered.

Cole’s eyebrows went up because he wasn’t getting a real good picture of how this position was going to work, but it still managed to intrigue the hell out of him.

Ren rose up, releasing his cock from her pussy. His cock flagged upward, trying its best to get back inside her.

Still straddling his lap, she reached for his hands and gripped them tight.

“Lower me down,” she said.

Still not sure what exactly she was doing, he did as she asked and held her steady as she bent backwards and slid headfirst down to the floor until her shoulders met the carpet. Her back rested between his thighs against the chair, and her ass …Well, it was in perfect position. Now he was getting the idea.

Lucas took her legs and levered them back toward him, which only gave Cole an even better view of, not to mention access to, her tight little ass.

Lucas planted his feet on either side of Ren’s waist and crowded in. He fumbled with his fly, releasing his cock with an impatient jerk. He was up and over Ren’s opening, sliding home in one forceful thrust.

Holy shit but it looked hot.

Lucas silently handed him a tube of KY, and Cole wasted no time applying a liberal amount over his condom-covered erection. He levered himself up so that his cock was tucked to her tiny asshole but he hesitated, looking back up at Lucas.

They were both large men. She was a small woman. With Lucas already stuffed tight into her pussy, her ass was looking smaller all the time.

“I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Do you think even for a minute that I’d do anything to harm Ren?” Lucas asked calmly.

There was no anger. No ego. No hurt pride. Just a simple question that he obviously didn’t expect an answer to.

Cole pressed downward, eyes closing at the exquisite sense of her flesh opening around him and tugging him deeper. Holy hell, she was tight.

His hands covered those plump ass cheeks. He gathered them in his palms, squeezed and massaged as he pushed harder.

After a moment where her body fought his invasion, she opened around him and he slid all the way in.

“Now fuck her,” Lucas said.

“I don’t take direction from you,” Cole snarled.

“You do until I give her into your care,” Lucas said quietly. “Now fuck her. Show her the hard edges now that she’s seen the softer ones. Give her what she wants, Madison.”

Wanting only to get rid of the other man as quickly as possible, Cole complied with the request. He began plunging into Ren’s ass while Lucas rode her pussy with quick, ruthless strokes.

“She doesn’t come,” Lucas said as they moved in unison. “Not yet. Not until I’ve gone. Once we’re finished, it’ll be up to you to give her the pleasure she deserves.”

Some of Cole’s irritation eased away. He was beginning to realize that this was some ritual. One he didn’t entirely understand but it was a rite of passage nonetheless. Lucas took his responsibility to Ren seriously. Even now he was easing her into Cole’s command. How he could simply walk away mystified Cole, but then Cole himself had walked away once so he had no room to judge another man. Especially when he had Ren’s best interests at heart.

For several long minutes, they pushed her relentlessly. They fucked her without mercy and she seemed to love every moment of it. She alternated between tight little whimpers, soft moans of pleasure and groans of frustration when they held her orgasm at bay.

Lucas’s face grew more strained and then he rasped out to Cole, “Pull out.”

Without contemplating why, Cole slid out of her ass.

“Hold her open,” Lucas said.

Cole gripped her ass cheeks and spread them, so that her opening gaped, distended from his rough possession.

Then Lucas jerked out of her pussy and circled his cock with his hand, yanking in short, rapid motions.

Cum spurted onto her ass, most of it sliding into her opening. He directed two more streams and then slid quickly back into her pussy, thrusting as he continued to come inside her.

“Now fuck her,” Lucas said hoarsely.

Cole understood that this was symbolic. Sort of a branding. Lucas marking her as his in the most intimate way he could before he released her into another man’s keeping.

Oddly aroused and incredibly turned on by the thought of forcing another man’s cum into her body with his cock, Cole positioned himself and then plunged deep, pushing the liquid deep inside her.

“Now you come,” Lucas said as his thrusts slowed.

Cole needed no urging in that department. He was already so on edge that the slightest touch would send him spiraling into the abyss.

He ground his jaw tight and then slammed into her. Half a dozen punishing thrusts and he was coming and coming until he thought he’d blown the head of his dick right off.

“Pull her up but stay inside her while I say my good-byes,” Lucas said quietly.

When Cole complied and pulled Ren to sit in his lap, his cock still wedged deep inside her ass, her eyes were wide with alarm. And panic.

She looked desperately at Lucas over her shoulder, and it was obvious he hadn’t told her of his arrangement with Cole. Or at least not all of it. Cole swore under his breath.

Ren stared at Lucas, sure she hadn’t heard him correctly. Say his good-byes? What did that mean exactly? She didn’t dare move. Didn’t dare leap from Cole’s lap as she had the sudden urge to.

She waited. Dying a little more with each breath.

Lucas moved to her side then leaned forward and gathered her face in his palms. His touch was exquisitely gentle, his expression tender as he lowered his mouth to brush across her lips.

“You will obey Cole as you obey me. You will please Cole as you please me. In two weeks’ time I’ll return for you.”

She closed her eyes against the sudden stab of pain. But he kissed each closed eyelid and whispered an order for her to look at him.

Her eyelids fluttered open and he stroked his thumb over one cheekbone. Carefully he undid the clasp of her platinum collar until it came loose and fell into his hand. Oh God, no, he wasn’t. He couldn’t!

She stared in shock as he pulled the collar from her neck. Fear and uncertainty clawed at her. It was worse than any whip or crop. She felt naked and so very vulnerable. Stripped. She no longer had a tangible sign of his ownership.

He turned to straighten his clothing and right his appearance.

Her heart tripped and turned over, thudding painfully against her chest wall. She held her breath until she felt light-headed.

Don’t go.

She wanted to say it aloud but instead bit her lip until she tasted blood.

It was like reliving the day Cole walked away from her all over again. She hadn’t realized how much she could still hurt as she watched Lucas walk away from her without so much as looking back.

Had he grown tired of her? Was this his way of ensuring she would be cared for? By giving her to a former lover who professed to still have feelings for her? Would Lucas even bother returning in two weeks as he’d promised or was it all a pretense to avoid an uncomfortable parting?

Only when he was gone from the room did a tear slip down her cheek. Her breaths squeezed painfully from her chest.

Cole cursed softly and his arms came around her body, pulling her against his chest. He held her close, his warmth enveloping her. He rested his cheek against the side of her head and then carefully eased himself from her body.

She flinched as he pulled out of her ass. Her desire had slipped away the moment Lucas had mentioned the word good-bye. She was frozen, caught in a wasteland. She didn’t want to be having sex with Cole. She wanted to be with Lucas. She wanted him to be the one taking care of her and commanding her.

Gently, Cole turned her in his arms and then cradled her close, his hand smoothing over her hair. He didn’t say anything. He simply held her, his chin resting on top of her head.

“I’m sorry,” he said simply. “I never intended to cause you hurt.”

No, she sensed he was as out of sorts as she was with Lucas’s sudden departure. What she didn’t know is if this was a predetermined arrangement or if Cole was just annoyed at how Lucas had handled it. Either way, she now belonged to another man for the next two weeks and deep down she feared that Lucas wouldn’t be back for her. Ever.

Now that Lucas had departed, Ren felt awkwardness descend. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. How she was supposed to feel. She was a blunt, direct person, but right now, the very last thing she wanted was to discuss her feelings. She’d rather drink acid.

Already she could feel herself unraveling. The boundaries seemed to crumble. She hated this feeling. Hadn’t felt this way sense she’d fled her last relationship and had been so desperate to reestablish her parameters. Her safety net.