Corrupted Chaos (Tarnished Empire)(60)

He’d brought in a leather lounge chair from the living room and sat—like this was his show, like he was about to get the entertainment of his life.

Real-life porn would have been great entertainment for me too. And Cade knew exactly what he wanted with it. But he eyed me one last time as I stood before him, Rodney right by my side, his hand around my waist. “If either of you don’t listen for even a second, I throw Rodney out on his ass. We clear?”

Our friend chuckled and nodded. “I’m here only to enjoy and obey. Not cause havoc.” He hesitated. “And I’m guessing you both could cause some pretty insane havoc, considering the looks of this room.”

One side of Cade’s mouth kicked up. “The red paint was all Izzy’s idea.”

I rolled my eyes and took that moment to set my own ground rules as I lifted my T-shirt over my head. Both of them watched, both of them didn’t move, both of them ate me up with their stares.

“I’m somewhat impulsive, I admit. But my only rule is if I say stop, we stop. It’s my safe word, and I mean it.”

Both of them nodded, and Cade looked at Rodney. “Anything you need to add?”

Rodney pulled his shirt off with a smile and said, “Hell no.”

Cade gave one swift nod, then his voice got low. “Sit on the bed, Izzy. And Rodney, close our door so she can see herself in the mirror.”

We both listened. I was surprised to see how full my breasts looked in my bra, like they were swollen with need, and how fast they rose and fell. I knew I was more than ready. My pink panties showed a darkened spot where my arousal had already soaked through.

I crossed my legs and hung them off the bed in the hopes neither of them would see. Cade caught it though and immediately said, “Spread your legs, dollface. Let us see how wet this makes you.”

I glared at him, already wanting to defy him.

He growled. “Listen, Izzy. Or we’re done.”

Jesus. I loved when he commanded me in that tone. My legs listened immediately and spread for them to see.

They both hummed in approval, and Cade took it a step further. “See how wet she gets for us, Rodney? Like she can’t keep herself bottled up.”

Rodney cracked his knuckles. His eyes sized me up, reminding me of a bull scraping his hooves on the ground, gearing up to run at a target.

The man I knew I was falling for leaned back in his chair with a tent near the zipper of his trousers. The other man in front of me was hard underneath his gym shorts too. I licked my lips and placed the palms of my hands behind my back, pushing my breasts out a little farther.

“You told me to enjoy myself, Cade, so I’m going to try.” It was something I never would have done before. Yet, with Cade watching, I knew he’d make sure nothing went too far. I also knew he planned to pull every emotion from me and still make sure I didn’t tumble over a damn edge into some oblivion.

“Rodney, touch my girl’s panties, huh? Let’s see how wet we can make them.”

Rodney stalked up to me and murmured that it would be his pleasure before his rough hand descended, pressing one finger’s pad onto my clit. He stood to the side of me and combed his other hand through my hair as he did. We both watched each other in the mirror as he moved his finger back and forth, back and forth over me.

It only took seconds for the light pink of my panties to become dark, for my arousal to mark his hand with slickness.

As my breathing picked up, I glanced at Cade. The man sat there rubbing his chin, studying us, like he wanted something more. “Take her panties off now.”

I bit my lip, trying to not appear too excited, but my bundle of nerves was already throbbing.

Rodney’s hand left my hair and slid over the curve of my breast to dip down into my cleavage as he knelt in front of me. “That okay with you, baby?” he asked, staring right into my eyes. He was still rubbing my clit, still keeping up our rhythm as he waited for my response.

I nodded fervently, needing more than this, craving everything they could give me. I was letting go. I was taking what I wanted.

Silence filled the room other than our heavy breathing and the howling wind of the night air outside. Rodney pulled me down toward his face by hooking a finger at the middle of my bra. His eyes were focused on my lips, and I swear they tingled with anticipation of having his mouth on mine.

Yet, right as we were a hair away from tasting one another, Cade murmured, “Don’t touch my mouth, Rodney.”

Like the red line I’d sprayed on the damn bed, Cade drew his in the sand. Instead, Rodney let his hand fall from the lace of my bra and sat back on his haunches as he almost seamlessly moved to take off my panties.

I raised my hips while rolling my lips between my teeth, trying not to whimper at the lost opportunity of kissing someone right then. My body shook with need. I wanted either of their touches at this point.

My eyes held Cade’s as he growled low in approval at the sight of my lower half completely bare to them both. I’d shaved earlier that day, and I think they both approved of how I’d tidied up.

“Well, if that isn’t a golden pussy on a platter, I don’t know what is,” Cade murmured. Then he asked the man kneeling before me. “Ready?”

Rodney nodded and leaned in to smell me. When I looked down, shocked, he was staring up at me with a smile. “She smells fucking divine, Cade.”