Triple Beat-nook(51)

Sweat formed at her brow, her body slick. She crash-landed first, crying out loudly. Or was she yelling? The roaring in her ears soaked up the sound as she fell forward, her head landing on Aiden’s chest. Her body jerked with aftershocks when he erupted, filling her with hot come. His heart was thudding loudly, comforting her.

She wasn’t sure how long they lay there. It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. That was all the time it took for her to remember Bryson was still there, still watching. Still hard.

Dani lifted her head, searching for him in the darkened room. She was surprised to find he was no longer beside her, but sitting in an easy chair that faced the bed.

“Bryson?” she asked quietly. Her question roused Aiden, who lifted his head, seeking out his friend as well.

“Why are you over there?” Aiden asked.

“Better view.” Bryson leaned forward. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I love being a part of it, don’t get me wrong. But goddamn, there’s just something about watching you two f*ck. I want to watch you do it everywhere—in the dressing room, onstage after everyone is gone, in the back of a limo, outside under the stars. I’m not going to get enough of that. Ever.”

Bryson’s imagination had taken flight and his fantasies ignited a few of her own. She lifted her hand. “Come back to bed.”

He shook his head. “No. It’s Aiden’s turn for a show. Come here.”

Bryson had this deep, commanding voice in the bedroom that twisted Dani’s insides, made her want to crawl on his lap and give him the world.

Instead, she pretended to be annoyed by it, calling him out. “Trying to boss me around?”

His nostrils flared and she expected him to come claim her. She was surprised when he capitulated. “You want to direct the show?”

Did she? Until he asked, she’d thought she liked how her men were always in control. Now that he’d offered, she realized she wanted a chance to bring them to their knees.

She nodded slowly.

Bryson lifted his palms upward in surrender. “Do your worst.”

She rose, pleased by the strength in her legs after her killer orgasm. Bryson stood as she approached. She glanced down and licked her lips at the sight of his thick cock.

He captured her face in his large hands and kissed her. It was surprisingly gentle for Bryson, whose past kisses had been so potent, so hungry.

It was also brief. He released her lips with a soft smile. “What now?”

She didn’t reply. Instead, Dani dropped to her knees, the soft, plush carpeting in the room providing a comfortable cushion, as a low groan of approval rumbled from Bryson.

Dani wasted no time as she ran her tongue along the base of his cock from balls to tip.

Bryson hissed, his fingers grasping her hair. Despite his grip, he didn’t seek to direct her motions, content to let her hold the reins. She wondered how long that would last. Bryson had proven to be a less-than-passive lover. While he might offer her brief moments of control, he’d never been able to restrain the dominant for long.

She stroked him with her tongue twice more before opening her lips to take in his large head. Dani captured the tiniest taste of tangy precome, licking it away before taking his cock deeper.

Bryson’s hands tightened, but still he held strong, letting her move at her own pace.

While she enjoyed the opportunity to explore, to discover his hot spots and what turned him on, she missed his dominance. She seriously got off on Bryson’s control. So she decided to force his hand.

She released his cock, and then shifted back a few inches so he could see her face. She licked her own finger before sucking it into her mouth. His gaze was locked onto her face and she could sense Aiden’s rapt attention as well. Both men were focused solely on her actions. Once her finger was wet, she pressed Bryson’s legs farther apart and reached between, seeking out some new terrain.

When she found his anus, she wiggled her wet digit at the opening.

His eyes narrowed. “What are you doing?”

She ignored the question, countering with her own. “Do you like it?”

His jaw twitched when she pressed her finger deeper, one knuckle, and then two, thrusting past the tight ring of flesh.

“Fuck me! Jesus, Dani. I can’t…I’m trying, but…”

His resistance was wavering. She decided to ring the bell on the end of this round as she pushed her finger in the rest of the way. Bryson jerked, his patience in tatters.