He grabbed hold of Chloé’s hips as Zayne took her head, and like a well-oiled machine, they both began to move. One in, one out, their cocks in rhythm as they drilled into the holes that had been offered up to them tonight.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Zayne said as he twisted his fingers into Chloé’s hair. “That’s it, suck it.”
Ethan gritted his teeth as she tightened on him like a vise, her response to Zayne’s order a clear indication of her submissive nature.
“You like that, don’t you? Sucking Zayne’s dick.” Ethan growled as he spread her ass cheeks and began to pound harder. “I bet the people in the buildings across from us have a good view, too.”
Zayne groaned. His penchant for exhibitionism was one of the reasons they’d chosen this building. Chloé’s body clenched around him, and Ethan thought the commonalities between the two were interesting.
“You like that,” Ethan said. “The idea that people are standing at their windows watching us.”
Chloé tugged on the ropes, her entire body vibrating as she shoved back in an effort to get what she wanted. But Ethan wasn’t about to let this little girl run his show. He gripped her hips, halting her, his cock lodged deep, pulsing inside her.
“You’re forgetting the rules tonight, Chloé. I fuck you. You don’t fuck me.”
He began to plow into her, using her the way she was begging him to, and his balls drew up tight and heavy. Chloé’s response was even better than they’d expected, and since this was just the first of what was to come, he decided it was time to let them have this one.
Ethan looked up Chloé’s bare back, and when his eyes caught on Zayne’s, he nodded.
A hot smirk crossed Zayne’s full lips as he gripped her hair and shoved in deep, feeling that final suck. He growled then and pulled his dick free, as Ethan thrust in one more time before pulling out. Then he tore off the condom and eyed Zayne across the table as they began to fist-fuck themselves into a frenzy.
Ethan cursed as Zayne shouted, and in a hot, sticky explosion they came all over Chloé. The carnal satisfaction he got from seeing their cum marking her made Ethan want to do it all over again until she was a total fucking mess.
But first he slid three fingers inside her and said, “Come, petite fille. Show us what a dirty little girl you can be.”
She clenched, her aching body needing no further permission, thrust back on Ethan’s hand, and immediately began to shatter. Her head fell to her arms, and as she rode his hand like a woman tormented, Ethan curled his fingers and sent her flying over the edge.
As her orgasm hit, she cried out in relief, and Ethan looked up to see Zayne releasing the rope from the hook.
“Flip her to her back, Zayne. It’s time for round two.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
I never knew who—or where—I belonged
until I met him.
~Zayne
“CHLOÉ? CHLOÉ…?”
THE sharp snap of fingers in front of her face had Chloé blinking out of her daydream.
“Welcome back to earth there, sister. So glad you could be here.”
“Oh, uh, sorry.” She shook her head and zeroed in on Justin. It was Sunday morning, and they usually met up at his house to go for a morning run. This morning, however, that was not going to happen. Not with the sorry state her body was in.
“Wow.” He chuckled and reached down to tie the laces on his running shoes. “That must’ve been some trip. Where’d you go?”
Nowhere she could tell him about, that was for damn sure. But ever since Friday night, she hadn’t been able to focus on anything. Well, anything that didn’t involve naked skin, rippling muscles, bossy assholes, and really big—
“Chloé?”
Merde. “Desolée. I’m sorry. I just— What did you say?”
“Apparently nothing you care about.” Justin straightened and crossed his arms. “What the hell is going on with you? You haven’t listened to a thing I’ve said to you since you walked in the door.”
“Is that really so unusual?”
“Hilarious.”
She laughed, leaned back on the couch, and winced a little at her stiff muscles. Her body ached from top to bottom—her arms, her legs, and, well, other parts that she wouldn’t think about right now.
God, she still couldn’t believe she’d actually gone through with it. That she’d had sex with—and played submissive to—two of the hottest men she’d ever met.
On the same night.
At the same time.
And loved every second of it.
God, I’m such a slut.
“Seriously,” Justin said. “What’s going on with you? And don’t give me this ‘nothing’ bullshit, because Papa said he caught you sneaking in a window the other night.”
“What?” Chloé’s mouth fell open. “He said he trusted me. Why’s he talking to you about it?”
“Because he lied.”
She huffed and blew a piece of wayward hair out of her face. “That’s not very nice.”
“Yeah, I don’t really think he cares.”
That was probably true. If their papa thought either of them were in trouble, he wouldn’t care how many toes he had to step on to get to the bottom of the problem.
“So, what are you lying to him about?”
Chloé opened her mouth to deny everything but snapped it shut.
“Uh, so he’s right.”
“No.”
“Yeah, he is.” Justin got off the couch and headed into the kitchen. “Okay, so spill. Who is he?” When she didn’t immediately answer, he looked around the pantry door and raised a brow. “Or she.”
“Not a she. But I don’t see why this is anyone’s business or a problem, for that matter. I’m responsible.” When I’m not sneaking off to sex clubs. “They raised me right.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s because they raised you that they’re concerned. Plus, I don’t think it’s you they have a problem with so much as everyone else. So, again, is there someone else he should have a problem with?”
Problem might be an understatement. If her papa—or any of the men in her life—were to find out the truth about what she’d been up to lately, Ethan and Zayne would have a bounty on their heads.
Her stomach twisted a little at her deceit, but since it was all over now, there was no point in worrying about it. Right?
“Who could he possibly have a problem with?” she asked.
“Whoever it is that’s making you want to climb in windows and incur his wrath. I mean, I wasn’t even that crazy.”
Chloé scoffed. “Now who’s lying? You might’ve moved out and become a responsible teacher in the last few years, but don’t try to fool me. I was there through your rebellious teenage years.”
“You were four.”
“A very mature four, thank you very much.”
“Stop trying to change the subject.”
“I’m not trying to change it. There’s just nothing to talk about.”