Play With Me(24)

Her glassy gaze turned to his, and he waited for the clouds to clear. “Stop thinking about how desperate your need is. It’s our * now, and we tell you when you can make it come. We know what you need. Do you understand?”

She blinked and groaned her assent. “If you come before given permission”—he reached down and fingered her clit—“you’ll have to be punished.”

Damn, he enjoyed pushing her. She sucked harder, and he wondered what he’d done to deserve her submission. And it was f*cking beautiful. Everything about her was. Every time he fisted a handful of hair and tugged, her eyes opened wide and he grabbed her attention. She hummed her pleasure and wriggled against his fingers.

With each driving thrust of his cock, Eve opened wider, allowing him the deepest access to her mouth. “That’s it, Eve. Show me how much you want to come.”

Her lips firmed around his cock, and the suction she applied increased. With her vigorously working his shaft and the visual of Murphy pounding into her with surprising force, Chase steeled himself for the inevitable loss of control. It was an incredible sight to see Murphy’s cock slick with her juices shuttling in and out of her pink flesh. Every new thrust drew another moan from her, sending an electric current straight up his dick. Need seized Chase in a gut-wrenching grip. He added his own moan to the chorus from Murphy and Eve as they rode their way to bliss. For one fleeting moment he thought about this going on forever.

He released her clit and savored the cry of protest vibrating along his dick. Chase couldn’t hold out much longer. His balls tightened, and cum boiled hot and ready for an orgasm he knew would blow his mind.

“Come, Eve. Come now!” Chase commanded when he felt his cock swell. Not two seconds later he exploded, shooting streams of cum down her throat. Her eyes slid closed and she swallowed him down, not missing a drop.

Murphy shuddered and shouted, “Fucking A!” as he too lost the fight.

When Eve’s orgasm hit, her screams were muffled by his cock still shoved in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back and her face turned serene. The beauty of her pleasure consumed him. A twinge of regret for missing out on her * clenching around him flared momentarily. He banked it down and slid from her mouth. He’d have more of her very soon.

Murphy slowly pulled from Eve, removed the condom, and threw it in the trash. Together they sank to the bed, limp and exhausted. Physically Chase was spent, but the turmoil in his mind had increased. They’d finished the photo shoot, and per his instructions it was the end to their scene. So why did his chest ache for more?

He reached for her bound wrists and quickly untied them. The skin was red and slightly chafed. She might have some faint marks the next day, but nothing beyond that. For a few minutes he massaged the tender area, easing the blood flow back to normal. Reluctantly he released her hands, and Eve curled into his embrace, the heat from her body seeping into his weary frame.

Murphy gave him a knowing look as he took up the position against her backside. In a different time or place he might embrace the rightness of this scenario. Instead it brought back memories he didn’t want to revisit. He’d thought sharing a woman with Murphy before on a permanent basis had been an ideal situation. With their friendship and business partnership it made sense. Too bad it hadn’t lasted. Not only had Cynthia attempted to twist their relationship in a power play, she’d done everything in her power to break the friendship he had with Murphy.

Luckily they’d both realized what she was up to and put an end to their ménage before things went too far.

Chase stroked the side of Eve’s face, tucking her hair behind her ear. Her eyelids fluttered, but she kept them closed. He sensed she was hovering on the edge of consciousness and deep sleep. They’d put her through a lot in the last two days, and her grit impressed him.

She’d been easy enough to work with for a photo shoot, but would she give her submission so willingly without a paycheck attached to it? Honestly, he didn’t doubt her submission, but he’d expected more resistance.

What else would she not fight? He’d had some intense picture ideas lately but had brushed them aside when none of the models seemed to fit what he’d been looking for. Eve, on the other hand… She was the stuff fantasies were made of. Beautiful and curvy, she’d make the perfect retro pinup girl. He’d always had a bit of an obsession with that look. Something to think about, but not exactly what he had in mind at the moment. He wanted to push her submission. To capture the look in her eyes every time he found something new that scared her.

She wasn’t a model, so she didn’t have a lot of experience. Exactly why the photos they’d already taken were his best ever and why she’d be perfect for what he had in mind.

Damn. It was hard not to think about how perfectly she fit between them. His dick stirred at the thought. He’d let her rest for a while, and then he’d have some more fun.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Murphy whispered.

Chase tore his gaze from the sleeping Eve and faced his friend. He knew exactly what he thought. He wanted to keep her. Guilt ripped into Chase. He was more than willing to play with her some more, but anything beyond that was out of the question.

“No, Murph. I’m not.” He lied because he had to. Giving Murphy false hope was out of the question.

The joy in Murphy’s eyes clouded with a dark look. “Well, if you don’t want her, then I’ll keep her.”