He pulled the vibrator free, tossed it aside, then lined his cock up with Zayne’s waiting hole. Then he looked over at Chloé and hit the button that would suck her off good, shoved inside of Zayne, and let the tight fit of his body grip him like a goddamn vise.
Sounds of sex and ecstasy rang out around the room as Ethan began to fuck Zayne, and Chloé watched on like a greedy little voyeur.
Zayne twisted and strained at the cuffs on his wrists as Chloé pulled at the ones attached to the pilasters, and as they all writhed and fucked their way toward orgasm, Ethan knew the moment they got there was going to be explosive.
He gripped Zayne’s hips as he drilled into him hard, then he reached up and tore the blindfold off. “Look at her watching you. Look at her watching us. She’s soaking the fucking bed covers just watching me fuck you.”
Zayne cursed as Chloé’s eyes latched on to the two of them.
“Come, petite fille. Come for the both of us.”
She cried out as her climax hit and squeezed her legs around the little toy sucking her clit. Then Ethan bit down on Zayne’s shoulder and said, “Now your turn, Z. Come all over her legs. Make that little girl ours.”
Ethan gripped Zayne’s cock and began to stroke him off, giving several fast jabs to his already sensitive prostate.
Seconds later, hot jets of cum shot up the bed all over Chloé’s legs, pussy, and stomach, and Ethan finally snapped. The sight of Zayne’s cum on Chloé’s body was enough to drive him over the edge.
He smoothed his hands up Zayne’s arms and fucked him until he could barely stand, and as Ethan came inside his boy right there in front of their girl, he shouted out in triumph and satisfaction.
Tonight had been perfect, just as he knew it would be—and fuck, he loved being right.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Apparently I have a type.
Bratty, mouthy subs.
~Ethan
THE WARM WATER felt like heaven as it enveloped Chloé’s aching body and she lounged back into a strong set of tattooed arms.
Ethan had just lowered her into a soaking tub the size of a small pool, and as her head rested back on Zayne’s shoulder, she turned to gaze out of one of the large windows that overlooked the lake.
It was so peaceful there, tranquil, and with the warm water lapping up around her chin, Chloé felt as though her body were floating on air. She’d never been so exhausted in her life—mentally, physically, and emotionally. It was as though her brain couldn’t stop thinking even though her body was now still, and all of the questions and doubts that came rushing in started to overwhelm her.
Had she pleased them?
Had she done everything Ethan wanted?
Was tonight enough to make them want her again?
Her stomach twisted as her insecurities started to creep in, but before they could take over, Zayne’s arms wound around her and his lips gently touched her temple.
“Stop worrying—you were perfect tonight.” He kissed his way down behind her ear, and she melted back into his embrace. “Beautiful, responsive, and compliant. You pleased him, and that takes a lot.”
Chloé’s heart swelled with pride, an irrational sense of pleasure filling her as Zayne’s words calmed the uncertainty in her mind.
“I know what it’s like the first time,” he whispered by her ear. “Coming down from that rush of endorphins. Wondering if you did everything he wanted…”
Zayne didn’t have to even mention Ethan’s name. He knew what it was like to be under that man’s control—and like it.
“I promise you, you did.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.” Zayne tightened his embrace. “But you don’t have to take my word for it.”
He looked up and past her, and she spotted Ethan walking into the bathroom.
Naked and powerful, he looked every inch the dominant male as his long, muscled legs ate up the space between the door and the tub. He walked with purpose and confidence, and when he reached the tub, he trailed his fingers down Chloé’s cheek and leaned over to press a kiss to Zayne’s head.
“Isn’t this a pretty picture?” His eyes shone with approval as he looked over their naked bodies, then he climbed into the tub at the opposite end, took one of Chloé’s legs in his hands, and began to massage the back of her calf.
“You pleased me immensely tonight, petite fille.”
“I told you,” Zayne said, pressing his lips against her hair.
“You were open with your pleasure and vulnerable with your emotions. You trusted your instincts and you trusted me. I couldn’t have asked for anything more.”
His reassurance was like an instant balm to her raw soul, and he lifted her foot to press a kiss to her ankle.
“We just might have to keep you.”
Her breath caught at those proprietary words. Zayne gently rubbed her arms as Ethan went back to massaging her legs. As their hands calmed and soothed her, Chloé’s eyes fluttered shut, and she heard Ethan say to the man behind her, “Feel better?”
“Always,” Zayne said. “But you already know that.”
“I do. It doesn’t hurt to confirm it, though.”
Chloé opened her eyes, curious about the dynamic she’d witnessed tonight. It was obvious they had been together like that many times before, but—
“Go on, ask.”
She raised her eyes, and when she saw Ethan’s locked on her, a sudden case of shyness overtook her.
“I wasn’t going to say anything.”
“No?” He put one foot down and moved to the other. “You seemed to be thinking about something. If it’s a question, you should ask. This is a safe space, Chloé. For you, me, and Zayne. You should feel comfortable asking us anything.”
Chloé worried her lower lip, wondering if that sentiment applied to their personal lives. Then again, she’d just become part of their personal lives…right?
“Go ahead, Red. Ask.”
At Zayne’s prompting, she took in a breath and decided to just go for it. If they didn’t want to tell her, they wouldn’t.
“I loved what happened tonight. Watching the both of you. I just…” She swallowed, her nerves getting the better of her as she tried to work out how to ask what she wanted to ask. “I guess I didn’t realize that Zayne…” She looked over her shoulder. “You’re like me.”
He nodded. “Sometimes, and only with Ethan.”
“He’s what we call a switch.” Ethan’s eyes drifted up to Zayne’s, and he smirked.
“A switch?” she asked.
“Yeah.” Zayne chuckled and brushed his fingertips over one of her nipples. “Sometimes I forget what a newbie you are to this scene, Red. You fit into it so easily.”
“A switch,” Ethan said, “is someone who likes to engage in both the dominant and submissive role. Something we learned together at a young age. You see, Zayne has a tendency to get himself in trouble. He’s rebellious, impulsive, and often needs a…guiding hand.”
Zayne laughed at that, and the vibration from his chest felt good against her back.