Triple Beat-nook(23)

“Pinch her nipples,” Bryson said, his eyes locked on the show Aiden was providing.

For the first time since they’d started, Bryson began to direct her motions, his hands lifting her, and then drawing her back down. His hips tilted at the moment of impact, adding a dimension that had her vision going black with pleasure.

“God. I can’t…” Speech deserted her. There were simply too many sensations clamoring for dominance, demanding to be felt, experienced, enjoyed. Her mind told her she couldn’t take any more. That it was too much, even if it was fan-f*cking-tastic. Her body had shut that complaint down quickly.

Aiden began to use his grip on her breasts to move her up and down on Bryson’s cock. The men were taking over, using their strength to control her. She loved it.

When Bryson’s fingers moved to her *, burrowing to find her clit, she gave up trying to hold back her orgasm.

He pressed on the tight nub firmly, stroking it in time with the motion of his cock inside her.

Game over.

She screamed, her body racked as lightning flashed, electricity sparked and stars exploded. She was consumed in a giant mass of white-hot flames.

Her next cognizant thought was that she could hear Bryson’s heart beating. She opened her eyes, somewhat surprised to find herself resting on top of him, her head pillowed by his chest, his strong arms embracing her.

Aiden was lying next to them, his head propped up by his hand. He smiled when her gaze landed on his face. “Welcome back.”

“Did I go somewhere?” How long was she lying there?

Bryson’s chest shook with silent laughter. “I think you might have passed out.”

She lifted her head, frowning. “No way. I’ve never fainted in my life.”

His face was entirely too smug. “What can I say? Aiden and I are good.”

If she’d been in her right frame of mind, she would have issued a putdown, simply because it was her job to keep her guys grounded, their feet firmly on the ground. She’d seen too many performers whose fame had gone straight to their head, which made them intolerable, selfish, conceited.

However, in this case, she was letting Bryson’s arrogance slide. It was well deserved.

“Wait.” She pushed up to her elbows. “You didn’t come.”

She was lethargic, so bonelessly sated, it hadn’t occurred to her until that moment that Bryson was still buried deep, still hard.

“Did you think we were finished?”

She shuddered at the deep timber of his question. His voice was rough and sexy as f*ck. Just like that, she was ready for round two. Or three? Or was it four?

Dani tried to push herself upright, but her arms felt like jelly.

Bryson took over. He gently pushed her off, both of them groaning as his hard cock slid out, stroking overly sensitized tissue.

“God,” she gasped. Her * clenched, greedily attempting to hold him in.

“You’re killing me, Dani. It’s so goddamn good.”

There was no denying this was above and beyond, universes away from every other sexual encounter she’d ever had. There was no way in hell she’d ever top tonight.

Unless she could convince the guys to sign on for another night or twenty.

She dismissed that thought instantly. This had to be a one-night gig. An encore would be deadly to her heart, her sanity.

Before she could consider if she’d already let things go too far, Bryson had her on her hands and knees in the center of the bed. He knelt behind her, slowly pressing inside once more.

“Breathe, Dani.” Aiden lay on his back, watching her face. He cupped her cheek as he issued the reminder.

She released a long, hard breath as Bryson sank the rest of the way in. He was deeper this way. It was bliss.

Bryson’s hands gripped her hips as he set a new pace for them and Dani’s eyes closed. She gave up trying to think. If she’d learned anything in the past hour, it was pointless to strive for reason. This was beyond the cerebral. Here, together, in this bed it was as if they existed on an entirely different plane. It was physical, animalistic, spiritual. It was a song that didn’t need words.

Unlike her more timid rocking, Bryson knew what he wanted. His fingers tightened as he tugged her toward him, her ass slapping out a beat as it struck him.

Deeper, harder.

Where Aiden had offered expertise, Bryson gave her unbridled passion.

Aiden’s hand had dropped away from her face, but his attention was still there, still riveted on her expressions. She had no idea what he saw, but it seemed to please him.