Play With Me(26)

Still no answer…

He removed his fingers and lifted them to her mouth. “Open.” He was starting to get annoyed by her lack of candor.

Eve shook her head.

With his other hand he tweaked a nipple, twisting until she cried out from the shock of pain. He pushed his fingers inside her mouth. Eve hesitantly stroked her tongue across his fingers, tasting her own juice. Chase’s cock swelled at the sight and sensation of it, and Murphy groaned next to them.

“Aren’t you going to join us?”

“Hell, no. This is too good of a show to miss.” Murphy grasped his already hard cock in a tight fist and pumped.

Chase laughed and returned his attention to Eve. She’d begun to suck on his fingers like she’d done to his cock earlier. The pleasure was like an electric shot straight to his balls.

“I need a condom.”

Murphy opened the bedside table and produced two. He threw one onto the bed and handed him the other. Chase cocked his eyebrow at the one lying on the sheets.

“What? I’m optimistic.”

Chase shook his head and slid his fingers free from Eve. The slight moan of regret she made surprised him. Quickly he ripped into the condom and covered his cock. Eve’s legs were spread wide, and the slight tremble he detected turned him on.

“She’s so needy. Not sure if I should give in yet.” Chase enjoyed the tease but knew damn well that waiting was out of the question. He placed the tip of his shaft at her slit and rubbed her up and down.

“Her * is practically begging you, Chase. Do it. Fuck her.” Murphy pumped harder. The sounds of rough flesh on flesh filled the room.

Chase drove forward, taking her in one powerful thrust. Eve’s head tipped back on a long cry, and Murphy moaned in tandem.

Holding still, Chase grabbed her bent legs and pushed them up her sides. In this position her * opened wide for deeper contact and she couldn’t move her hips. He began an easy and controlled glide in and out, making sure to hit every nerve ending he could find.

“Chase—Oh God—Murphy!”

Chase laughed. “Well, which one is it?” He paused to wait for her answer.

“No, no, please don’t stop.”

Murphy crawled on the bed. Not close enough to touch, but enough to be clearly in her line of sight. Her eyes bugged wide at the vision of him jerking on his cock harder than she could imagine. She’d yet to experience the full extent of how rough he liked to get.

Chase leaned forward. “Imagine him f*cking you like that, sweetheart. The heat and friction from a good hard f*cking… You think you’re ready for that?” His words taunted her, yet clearly did not dissuade her.

“Enough of that.” He cupped her chin and brought her gaze to his. “Eyes on me. I’m the one f*cking you.”

He began slow, smooth strokes with his cock again, making sure to bump her sweet spot when their bodies met. Her clenching muscles did their level best to suck him deeper each and every time.

She looked him straight in the eye and said, “Harder. Please.”

The throaty plea nearly stripped Chase of his control. Murphy’s neck muscles flexed and bunched obscenely, evidencing his complete surrender to release. “Do it, Murph. Come on her.”

Murphy pumped three times more and his cock erupted. Streams of cum covered her stomach and breasts. Eve fought furiously against her restraints, lost in a storm of sensation. With her eyes glazed and mouth open, she appeared totally immersed in enjoying the moment. She’d let go of whatever it was that kept holding her back.


Chase increased his pace, tunneling harder into Eve. Her body shook under the onslaught. Still she begged for more. Her need to come rode her hard, and he couldn’t hold out any longer.

He pressed his finger against Eve’s clit, the movement creating an involuntary rough jerk to spiral through her. Her whimpers turned to desperate cries. She was at the pinnacle of her release.

“Come, Eve. Come now.”

Her eyes rolled back on a long wail. Her muscles gripped his dick so violently, the pleasure claimed his own release. The need for her was so strong that with cum pumping into the condom, fierce regret over not being able to come inside her tore him to shreds. The mere thought of skin-on-skin contact burned him alive.

Chase’s arms and legs shook. His chest heaved as he fought for air. This woman rocked his world. Which wasn’t something he admitted easily, even to himself. Watching her face go lax and her heavy breathing, he eased from her body. He averted his eyes from Murphy, who slowly moved from the bed. To meet his friend’s gaze now would give away his vulnerability, and then he’d never f*cking leave him alone.

Yes, he definitely needed to explore Eve and her submission. Without a doubt. But a long-term relationship between the three of them was simply out of the question. Chase removed the condom and dropped it into the bedside trash. He didn’t want to leave her like this for long. He turned to make a beeline for the bathroom and came face-to-face with Murphy. Their gazes locked. The air between them thinned. Murphy studied him. Not exactly a hard task when he currently felt like an open book. Without a word he handed a warm, wet cloth to him and stood back—observing.

Chase returned to Eve’s side and gently cleaned her. He easily removed the restraints from her wrists and rubbed them softly to ensure proper circulation. He recognized the soft, misty-eyed gaze she turned on him. They were on dangerous ground, and he should simply end things now and walk away. Job over. A good time had by all. But he couldn’t—or wouldn’t. What the hell was the difference at this point?