Sweet Surrender (Sweet #1)(77)

Micah stopped at the foot of the bed while Gray sat down on the bed beside her head and leaned in close to her ear. He reached up to fumble with the rope around her wrists.

“If you don’t want this, all you have to do is say no,” he whispered in her ear. “If you don’t want this to happen, I’ll make him leave, and it’ll be just you and me.”

Excitement curled in her veins and raced through her body. She searched his face for any sign of what he was thinking. Her deepest fear wasn’t of having sex with Micah. If she was honest, the idea turned her on. Her fear was of how Gray would react. Would she lose any chance she had with him if she consented to being with another man?

“You’re okay with this?” she whispered back.

He touched her face, stroked her cheek with his fingers. “If I wasn’t okay with it, Micah wouldn’t be here. We all have kinks. This just happens to be one of mine.”

He bent and sucked her nipple between his teeth and gave it a sharp nip. Then he reached up and tugged the remaining rope from her hands and backed off the bed.

She glanced over at Micah, who was unzipping his pants. Her heart pounded, and her mouth went dry. Her gaze flitted back to Gray, who was watching her with simmering eyes.

“Do as he tells you,” Gray said in husky voice. “For now I’m giving you to him. You’re ours to do with what we want.”

She shivered, and nervous excitement curled in her stomach. She looked back at Micah, who’d pulled his c**k from his pants and walked to the edge of the bed.

She stared, unable to drag her gaze away from the dark hair at his groin. Black and silky. His hand wrapped around the base and still, a few inches remained above his hand. He wasn’t as thick as Gray, but he looked longer.

“Come over here, baby doll, and wrap your mouth around my dick,” Micah said, his voice low and husky.

She got to her hands and knees and slowly crawled to the edge where he stood. She was nervous. How much of the initiative should she take? With Gray, she knew she didn’t have to make any awkward decisions, but she wasn’t sure how forceful Micah was.

She didn’t have to wait long to find out.

As soon as she got close enough, he reached out and tangled his hand in her hair. With one hand on his cock, guiding it toward her mouth, he bunched her hair in his other and pulled her with a sharp yank until the head of his c**k slid past her lips.

He removed his hand from his erection and arched his hips, thrusting deep within her mouth. He threaded both hands through her hair now and held her head as he f**ked her mouth with forceful thrusts.

He moaned appreciatively as she relaxed her jaw and took him deeper.

“Faith, baby, seeing you naked may have been in my top-ten fantasies, but f**king you definitely topped the list. I have very vivid fantasies of all the ways I’d like to take you.”

She moaned around his c**k and closed her eyes.

“You like that?” he murmured as he stroked to the back of her throat.

She nodded her head.

He ran gentle hands through her hair, fingering the strands. And then without warning, a stinging pain rocketed over her ass. She gasped, and Micah sent his c**k even deeper into her mouth.

Behind her, Gray brought the crop down again on her ass, and she jumped as the crack filled the air.

“Oh goddamn,” Micah muttered. “You have the sweetest ass, Faith. It looks so pretty with those red welts on it.”

Gray struck again, and she whimpered even as the burn disappeared and the flush of pleasure radiated over her heated skin.

He set a rhythm, one destined to push her to the very edge of her limits. Caught between two men, she was mindless in her pleasure even as she gave them pleasure in return.

She lost count of the blows as they rained down on her behind, each one harder than the last. She was no longer aware of anything but the c**k sliding in and out of her mouth and the crop landing on her ass.

Micah’s hands tightened in her hair, and he yanked himself from her mouth. She gasped for breath as the blows subsided.

“Turn around,” Micah ordered.

Gingerly, she rotated, positioning herself on her hands and knees with her aching ass to Micah. She looked up to see Gray standing at the bed, the crop still in his hand. He stared at her with stark approval in his eyes.

She heard the crinkle of a wrapper. Then Micah roughly grabbed her ass in his hands, causing her to moan as jagged pleasure shot to her pu**y. He spread her, and thrust inside her. No workup, no teasing. He was balls deep. Urgent. Impatient.

She dropped her head, but Gray touched the crop to her chin, nudging it upward.

“Look at me,” he directed. “I want to see your eyes while he f**ks you.”

She locked gazes with him as Micah grasped her hips in his hands and began riding her hard. It was too much for her. Each slap of his thighs against her tender ass sent a spasm of ecstasy rocketing through her body. His c**k probed deep, touching her deepest recesses.

Just when she was poised to explode, once again, he pulled from her body. She whimpered in protest, and Micah smacked her already sore bottom.

Gray reached over and picked up the lubricant from the nightstand then tossed it over her head. Her breath caught deep in her chest, and she worked to expel it.

Gray reached for his fly and began unzipping his jeans. As she watched, he pulled his c**k out, holding it in his hand. He walked forward and got on his knees in front of her on the bed.