She shouted with pleasure as he cursed and tunneled in deep from behind. As she settled back against him, he pulled her thigh wide again, showing her off to Ethan in the most carnal way.
Ethan’s growl was feral. “Look at that. What a sexy goddamn picture you make.”
Zayne bucked his hips up, and Chloé cried out.
“Now fuck her, Zayne. Show our girl exactly where your cock will be when it’s not with me. And maybe when you’re done, her head will believe what her greedy little body is telling her.”
Zayne reached down and began to finger her clit as he pumped his cock in and out of her. Chloé leaned back on him, her skirt around her waist, her bare thighs spread wide, as Ethan drove them up the highway and toward home.
Her hair smelled sweet, her arousal even sweeter, as her soft cries of pleasure filled the car and she writhed on his lap.
Zayne brushed his lips to her ear, nipping at the lobe. “Pull up your top. Show Ethan those beautiful breasts. Show him the hard little tips…”
She didn’t hesitate, her climax more important now than anything else, as she pulled up her top. When she reached her breasts and the stretchy fabric was shoved up high, she cupped them in her hands and started to tease herself.
“What a lovely little sub we found ourselves…” Ethan’s voice was so low Zayne almost missed it. But he noticed the way Ethan’s hands clenched on the steering wheel as he exited the main road and started to navigate the streets. “So obedient, so eager, so hungry for a good fucking.”
Zayne was pumping his hips hard now as Chloé’s juices dripped all over his thighs, and her whimpers and moans matched the grunts of pleasure coming from him as Ethan turned into their estate and the gates yawned open.
Zayne closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, his balls pulling up tight between his legs. Ethan stopped in front of the house and exited the vehicle to throw the back door open—as Zayne shoved in deep and buried his face in Chloé’s hair.
He came hard and long, the build so fucking exquisite that the release was close to earth-shattering, as he pulled Chloé against him and pinched her clit hard enough to make her climax abate.
“Ahh!” She shuddered as Zayne gripped her hips and shoved her up, pulling out of her warm, wet grip.
Before she could even try to comprehend what was about to happen next, Ethan grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the car right there in the courtyard. “My turn.”
Ethan spun her around, bent her over the empty seat, and shoved inside of her right there in the dark of the night. His hands were on her hips, holding her steady, as he pummeled inside her like a crazed man, and the sounds coming from Chloé were just as frantic. Her eyes were wide and dilated as Ethan fucked her senseless, and the look of total ecstasy told Zayne she was in a whole other world right now. One full of carnal pleasure and extreme highs.
Ethan grunted and reached for her hair, and Chloé dug her fingers into the seat.
“That’s it, our beautiful girl, take it,” Ethan said. “Feel it, and come.”
Like a switch had been flipped, Chloé’s eyes slammed shut, her head arched back, and a desperate cry of pleasure and relief left her as Ethan relentlessly rode her across the finish line. Ethan growled as he continued to move in and out of her. “This body has finally learned who owns it.”
After a final slide home, he pulled out of her, turned her around, and rolled the condom free. Then he pushed her back against the SUV and, with a couple rough strokes, came all over her.
“These two cocks are yours,” Ethan said in a harsh voice, “and that hungry cunt is ours. Until I say otherwise.” His chest heaved as he stuffed his spent dick back in his pants and zipped up. “Do you understand, petite fille?”
Chloé whispered, “Yes, sir.”
Zayne could hardly believe what he heard. Ethan never promised anyone anything, other than him.
But when Ethan scooped Chloé up in his arms and brushed a kiss across her lips, Zayne knew he hadn’t imagined it.
Something had just shifted.
“Let’s go,” Ethan said. “It’s time to put our girl to bed.”
“I THOUGHT I might find you out here.”
Ethan glanced over his shoulder to see a freshly showered Zayne stepping out onto the balcony with two glasses of whiskey in hand.
It was a beautiful night, and with the moon shining down over the lake, the view was difficult to resist. It was peaceful out here, silent and still. And after the chaos that had just unfolded with Chloé on the drive home, it was exactly what he needed. A moment to gather his thoughts.
“Here I am.”
Zayne walked over and handed him a glass, and Ethan closed his eyes.
This was what he loved the most about Zayne—he understood exactly what Ethan needed and when, and he wouldn’t push until Ethan was ready to talk.
He wasn’t quite there yet.
Things had gone from zero to sixty in the blink of any eye tonight. What started out as a lesson for Chloé had quickly turned into a whole lot more. She’d fallen gracefully into her role and followed along so sweetly, and watching her submit so willingly to Zayne had been a sight to behold.
He let out a sigh and wondered where Zayne’s head was at, wondered how he felt about what he’d said earlier.
“She all tucked in?”
Zayne nodded. “She is. Showered, tucked in, and fast asleep.” He chuckled and took a sip of his drink. “Pretty sure she was halfway there during the shower, but I kept her on her feet.”
“I have no doubt.”
Zayne fingered the top of his glass. “That was pretty intense, what happened tonight.”
Ethan slowly nodded and took a sip. “Agreed.”
“Was it planned?”
Ethan knew what Zayne was asking—he’d seen the question on Zayne’s face earlier—and while he could say yes, it had all been planned, he never lied to Zayne. It was one of their hard and fast rules.
“Some of it.” He turned back to look out across the lake, watching as the water lapped up against the shore. “I sure as hell wasn’t planning to make any kind of commitment tonight, and yet…”
“You did, for the both of us.”
Ethan looked over to see Zayne’s smirk. “That amuses you?”
“A little. It’s a rare fuckin’ day that you lose control. Or speak without thinking. But she got to you.”
“She didn’t get to me.”
“She got to you. And I don’t blame you.”
Ethan turned around and rested against the rail. “Is that right?”
“She was fucking perfect tonight. God.” Zayne groaned and drained his glass. “The way she took to my hand, and then took the both of us. There’s something to be said for showing someone their true self. It was a beautiful thing to watch.”
Ethan finished off his drink and moved to Zayne’s side. “You are too.”
Zayne laughed. “A long fucking time ago, maybe.”
“No, every time you submit to me, you’re beautiful.” Ethan leaned in and kissed him on the corner of his lips. “Did I overstep tonight? Speak out of turn?”
“No. It feels different with her. Like she just…”