Over the Edge (Bridge #3)(61)

“Let’s see how gorgeous you are under this dress.”

I crouched down and slid my palms up her calves. I kissed my way up the backs of her legs and pushed her dress up over her hips as I went. Beneath it, she wore a lacy black thong. I hooked my finger under the thin strip and slid down until I got to the place where it rested against her *. The fabric was wet. I pulled it to the side and flicked my tongue over the slick flesh.

She cried out softly. Her hands fisted into the duvet.

I sighed. The second my tongue had met her skin, I became drunk on her scent, her taste. I was painfully hard, but my cock was still trapped in my pants, engorged and throbbing with need.

With a frustrated growl, I slapped her ass hard. Her breath hitched, but she made no other sound.

“Good girl,” I murmured, licking over the pinking skin.

My palm fell again on the other cheek. She moaned into the bed but didn’t flinch away. I delivered a few more blows until her * was weeping with her arousal. She was ripe for what we had in store for her tonight.

I stood and gazed down at her, admiring the marks I’d made. Her ass was still lifted high, inviting more punishment. She rubbed her wrists together. I bit down hard on my lip, because I could waste the night spanking her into a frenzy. She’d hate me for it now, but she’d love it later.

For now, though, I was satisfied she was in the right mind-set for what would come next. I drew the zipper down her back and maneuvered her dress to the floor. Lifting her upright again, I spun her to face me. I hooked my palm behind her neck, and she stumbled forward a step.

She licked her lips, making them glisten in the muted light of the room. Her eyes were piercing in their lust, spurring me on.

“I’m going to watch for a while. Ian’s going to get you ready for me, and then you’re going to do everything I say.”

She had to know I was in charge tonight. Not that Ian couldn’t dominate his way through a ménage, but this was the routine we’d fallen into. It worked, and Olivia needed the comfort of that order among us.

A puff of her shaky breath warmed my lips. “Whatever you want, Will. I trust you.”

“Good. Things can get a little intense. If you need a break, just tell us. We can slow down, stop, whatever you want. This is about you.”

Her hands were on my chest. She was trembling, from desire or fear, or maybe both. She’d be trembling soon from another sensation altogether.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

I closed my eyes against the warmth that slid over my skin. Something about those two words threatened to turn me inside out. Her trust. In me. In us.





Chapter Sixteen





OLIVIA



Anticipation was alive on my skin. I wanted to be consumed. As Will backed away, I worried I’d disintegrate into a pile of lust on the floor. Judging by the severe erection that strained against his pants, he possessed far more willpower than I did.

Ian was naked and proud before me. He tossed a condom and a small bottle of liquid on the bed. Wasting no time, he released my breasts from the black lace bra I wore. Cupping them, he bent to bring each one into his mouth. I sighed and arched into the singular pleasure of his tongue tugging and teasing each sensitive point. When I thought I’d burst from the frustration of wanting more, he pushed me down onto the bed. He nearly tore my panties in his haste to remove them.

He climbed over me, and I felt all his strength as he moved me up the enormous bed. He kissed me hard for a few seconds before breaking away. The animal hunger in his eyes mingled with a flash of concern.

“How do you feel?”

I inhaled an unsteady breath. “Overwhelmed. More aroused than maybe I’ve ever been in my whole life.”

“Good. Now just relax.”

Nudging my legs wide around his hips, he trailed his finger between my thighs and through my wet folds. I arched into him. He stopped to put pressure on my anus.

“I’m going to take you here.”

I swallowed over my anticipation. I’d never given that part of myself to a man. I nodded. “It’s okay. I’m ready.” Ready or not, I was willing to give him free rein over my body.

He turned me to my side and spooned behind me. The small pressure of his fingertip transformed when cool liquid eased his entry. The sensation wasn’t painful. The only discomfort was the forbidden way it made me feel. I tried not to think about it and focused instead on the pleasure that was promised.

Ian trailed heat along my neck with his mouth, sucking and nibbling as he massaged my opening. Gradually, he stretched my tight ring of muscle to accommodate more fingers. I gasped, tensing and then accepting his ministrations.

With the slightest sign of discomfort, he whispered passionate adorations and kissed that magic spot just below my ear that made my whole body surrender. When he stopped to roll on a condom, anticipation lit up under my skin. But by the time he pressed the soft tip of his cock to my opening, I knew I was ready for him.

His entry was marked with a slow burn that morphed into pleasant friction. His movements were painstaking, his caresses undeniably tender.

“Oh, God,” I gasped when he claimed me deeper.

“You okay?”

I nodded. “Feels so much better than I thought it would.”

He grabbed my hip and pushed us tighter with a groan. “Thank f*ck. You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you, baby, but I don’t know how I’d be able to stop right now.”