Making the Grade (10 page)

“Let’s see if you can make him come too,” Brian challenged and nodded at his friend.

She couldn’t see the man’s face, just his body in the shadow. She watched him unzip his pants and take himself out, showcasing a large, erect cock.

Oh my God, I’m the star of my own porn movie!
And she was loving every second of it.

“See how hard you got him? Just from being you, Faith.” Brian moved on top of her and knelt between her legs, flushed with arousal.

A man watched her—watched
them
—and wanted her. She felt so beautiful, so desired. Her therapist would have a field day with this, but she didn’t care. Caught in the lust of not one, but two men, Faith reveled in it.

“Yes, Sir. Use me. Come inside me.”

“I intend to.” Brian leaned down and kissed her breast, sucking the taut nipple until she could do nothing but squirm. Then he moved to her other breast, and she couldn’t help glancing at his friend, seeing him move his large hand over himself. Jerking off to the sight of Faith.

She arched into Brian, crying out when he bit her nipple, then licked away the sting. She felt him prod her folds before the tip of him entered her.

“More, Sir. Please.” She tried grinding against him, but he wouldn’t be rushed. With her ankles and wrists restrained, she could only take what he wanted to give. The rush of helplessness enhanced her arousal, pulling her reality and sending her into a place where sensation, not thought, ruled.

Brian sat back on his knees and tilted her hips up, then he pushed more of himself inside her. “Watch me enter you,” he rumbled.

She looked down her body to see where they joined, and to see Brian staring down at himself half inside her.

She wanted more, but he wouldn’t move. “Put yourself all the way in me. Please, Sir.”

“Not yet.” He watched her face while he put his fingers over her clit.

She moaned, loving his careful attention. Energy arced between them, and he swore when her body tried to draw him deeper by clamping down around him.

Brian didn’t move his position, continuing to rub her. “Get me nice and wet.”

She couldn’t help herself as she rocked over the part of him she could reach. She saw the other man jerking himself faster, heard his panting, and crested nearer her own climax.

Then Brian shoved himself all the way inside her and pinched her clit, and she came hard, crying out as she tightened around him.

He didn’t move while she seized, his forehead sweaty, his eyes narrowed in pained pleasure. “Fuck. That’s it. Come all over me. Good girl.”

He withdrew and continued to rub her clit until she grew oversensitized.

“No more,” she pleaded.

“Oh
fuck
,” his friend said as he came, his seed spurting over the floor. “Shit. So good.”

Faith basked in the afterglow, until she realized Brian hadn’t come yet. “Brian?”

“Naughty slave.” He slapped her flank. The sting shook her, because instead of hurting, the throb echoed in her clit. “What’s my name?”

“Sir.”

Brian reached over the bed for the nightstand, where he’d left the massage oil. He brought it closer and drizzled it over his cock.

She bit her lip, knowing what came next.

“That’s right. Your master is going to come up that fine ass. You ready for me, Faith?”

He’d given her orgasms all night, and he’d let her experience her fantasy without batting an eye. His friend continued to watch them, his cock still half-hard.
 

“Is he going to watch?” she asked, her breath hitching.

“Do you want him to?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Brian put more oil on his fingers, then slid them between her legs, right between her ass cheeks. His fingers searched for and found her hole. “Good. Because I want him to watch me fill you up.”

She gasped, and the man watching them groaned.
 

“Tell me if it hurts,” Brian ordered, his face flushed. He looked so handsome, so domineering as he gently slid a finger around her rim, then inside her. He played, easing her body around him as he moved first one, then another finger inside her anus.

Stretching her, paining her, yet the pleasure remained. His claiming felt solid, as real as the fingers stroking her passage.

“God, Faith. You’re so sexy. I want you to come while I take your ass, to squeeze me so tight.” He swore under his breath and removed his fingers, then angled her hips higher. “I want to watch while I take you.”

He drizzled more oil over himself. So slick, he pushed the tip of his cock inside her.

She moaned, surprised. “Oh. That feels good,”

Then he thrust more of himself inside and met resistance. A burn. His cock was much thicker than his fingers.

“Push out, Faith,” he ordered. “Push out and I’ll slide right in.” His gaze was glued to hers as he leaned forward. He planted his hands on either side of her while he angled deeper.

She pushed out, and it stung as he breached her. Lubed up and moving slowly, he felt odd but not bad. And then the ache turned to a slow burn of pleasure as she gripped him with her body.

“Fuck me, you’re so tight.” He groaned and stilled after sliding the whole of himself inside her.

“Jesus, that’s hot,” his friend rasped in a sultry Southern voice, reminding her of his presence. She couldn’t believe she’d forgotten.

He’s watching Brian take my ass. That is so sexy.
Her inner bad girl loved being on display, almost as much as she liked submitting to Brian.

“Don’t suppose you’d welcome a second in bed?”

“No,” Brian rejected the idea out of hand, and his possession pleased Faith more than she could say.

“No,” Faith agreed, staring up into Brian’s agonized face. “Just you,” she said to him.

“Just me,” he repeated and started moving again.

The lingering traces of discomfort faded as the fullness of him entranced her. Then her savvy lover cupped her breasts again. He teased her nipples as he pounded into her, and her arousal flamed once more.

Just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, he lowered his touch to her clit, and she saw stars.

“God, Faith. That’s it, tighter.” He rubbed her clit while he continued to thrust deeper, and she clamped an empty vagina while his movement grew rougher.

“Take her. Fuck her ass. Harder,” his friend growled, and she noted he’d hardened once more and masturbated in a frenzy. “Come, Brian. All inside her.”

Brian ground her clit and leaned down to kiss her, and she came, locking around him.

He removed his hand from between them while he furiously finished, coming hard on a cry as he poured into her. The muscles in his chest, arms and belly constricted as he released.

Behind him, his friend swore and came again, the scent of sex and pleasure thick around them.

“Oh Faith. Baby,” Brian whispered and pulled out a bit, only to shove back inside her. “You’re so warm.”

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” his friend murmured.

She felt beautiful. A real woman, one capable of pleasuring men because she owned her sexuality. Her desire felt pure, untainted by anything out of bounds. She’d loved every bit of fucking Brian, with or without their audience.

“Thank you,” she said to their watcher, who nodded.

“My pleasure. Sincerely.” He tided himself and left. The door closed behind him and snicked shut.

“You okay, honey?” Brian asked, still embedded inside her.

“Yes. That was so amazing.”

He sighed. “Yeah. I don’t want to move. Ever.”

Yet he softened inside her and finally withdrew. He left her and quickly returned with a warm cloth to clean her.

After taking care of the mess he’d left between her legs, he untied her restraints and led her into the bathroom.

There, he washed her, taking care of all her sore parts needing attention.

“Brian…”

“Yeah?” His gritty voice and the affection in his eyes sent her spiraling into love—a dumb place to be following sex, but Faith had never been able to separate the two.

“Thank you.”

He smiled, and his simple joy shook her foundation. “No, honey. Thank
you
. You were so open, so incredibly lovely.” He paused. “I don’t think I’ve ever called a woman lovely in my entire life. But you…you get to me.”

He hugged her, the embrace passionate but not sexual. A coming together of two people who’d needed to fill a void. She could only hope she hadn’t read more into the situation than he meant. Faith had a nasty habit of always wanting more.

“You were okay with my friend watching, weren’t you?” he asked, a smile in his voice.

“Were you?”

“Knowing how hot it got you made it that much better for me. What turns you on turns me on.” He pulled back to look down at her. “That whole dominance thing about killed me. I really got off on it. It was okay for you, right? I didn’t misread things?”

“More than okay.” She sighed. “I guess we’re both perverted.”

He laughed. “Here I always thought I was the tame one compared to my sister.”

She blushed. “I tried to talk my ex into being a little more adventurous once, and he basically called me a slut.”

Brian frowned. “He was a dick. I doubt it had anything to do with his money either. He sounds like a grade-A shithead.”

She had to laugh, no longer so pained at the memories of Jeremy. “He was. But you… You’re a grade-A lover. No two ways about it.”

He puffed up with pride. “I am, aren’t I?”

“Now don’t get a big head.”

His eyes widened, and he deliberately misunderstood her. “You want to give me more head? Seriously? Man, you’re a nympho.” He sighed dramatically. “Okay.”

“Shut up.” She slapped him on the chest, and he trapped her hand there.

“Faith, I’m just teasing. I mean, if you want to blow me, I won’t say no. But maybe we could take a short rest before starting again. We have a whole armoire full of toys we haven’t gotten to yet, and a weekend to use them.”

“Really?” Her voice rose.

“Really.”

After they dried off and decided to rest on the plush rug by the fire, she snuggled into his arms, feeling the soft kiss he placed on top of her head.

Oh man, she was getting in deep. An amazing night of sex and she thought she might love the guy. It didn’t help that he had skills, a large cock and an imagination that included doing things
she
wanted to do.

God, I had sex in front of a stranger. A stranger who beat off to it, twice.

Yet the thought didn’t make her feel dirty or ashamed, because the thrill had given Brian one hell of an orgasm too.

“Go to sleep, Faith. Remember, this is
our
place. Here, what we say goes no further than the two of us.”

“Okay. Good night, Brian. I mean, Sir.”

He laughed softly. “Good night, sexy. Just wait until you see what else we’re going to do this weekend. You lost that bet, remember.”

“You had to remind me.”

He rubbed her ass. She flushed to remember he’d taken her there, and she’d loved it. “I haven’t come in your pussy yet, slave. We have
a lot
more to get to. Just you wait.”

Sunday evening, Brian followed Faith to her apartment complex and walked her to her door. After giving her a kiss goodbye, he left the complex and drove another ten minutes to his place. He parked, then entered his home and settled on the couch without a care in the world.

He felt exhausted, and considering how many times he’d come over the last few days, it was no wonder. Faith had more than rung his bell. The woman had taken him to heights he’d never imagined. He’d put a collar on her. He’d pretend-forced her to swallow him down, and she’d played her part to perfection.

He’d fucked her in front of Rex, for God’s sake. Had seen his friend jacking off to his beautiful lover and felt pride that he could make her so aroused, and that his friend had seen how Faith reacted.

He and Rex had played around with a threesome and some voyeurism back in college, but this weekend had been a pleasant surprise. Brian didn’t feel jealous that Rex had watched his lover, just gratitude that Rex had helped Faith fulfill her fantasies.

“I am so fucking in love with her.” The truth—but he wasn’t sure what to do about it.

The woman had baggage, no question. But so did he. Everyone came with something from their pasts. Now he had to figure out how to deepen their connection. Would she run from him after their intimacy this weekend? Or would she be okay with expanding their relationship? Only time would tell.

A knock on the door interrupted his reverie.

With a sigh, he eased off the couch, aware he still had aches in strange places. With a grin, he opened the door to find Rex standing there.

“Come on in.”

“Thanks.”

Rex followed him inside. No awkwardness or weird staring, just Rex wearing a shit-eating grin. “So when are we doing that again? ’Cause I’m available. Even if I’m dead.”