Crash for Me (The Blankenships Book 7) (6 page)

She flinched away when the belt touched her skin again, but he didn’t hit her this time. Instead, the buckle touched her spine, up between her shoulders, and then dragged down the bumps of her spine. It scraped, just a little, and she let herself twist with it, small hissing sounds dragged out of her mouth by the sensation tracing down her body. She heard the leather dragging through Leo’s hand as he doubled it again, and she relaxed this time before the blow landed on her thighs.

She groaned with it, suddenly conscious of the weight of her small tits as her nipples pointed softly towards the floor. Her hips shifted again, but not trying to get away from the blow this time, her ass tilting up towards him, wantonly begging for more. More strikes, more fullness, more anything. “Oh, yes,” Leo whispered behind her, his hand cupping the curve of her ass, teasing at the crease of her thigh, one single fingertip running up the curve of her cunt, then delivering a light slap on her ass again. “I see why he enjoys you. You’re not just trying to make him happy. You really do love this.”

She was almost too far away to answer. “Yes,” she whispered. “It feels like sunshine.” It wasn’t what she would have said if she’d planned it out, but it felt true. Leo gave a little chuckle behind her.

“Maybe it does,” he said, and this time, the belt smacked into her breasts. He’d shortened the belt substantially, and the blow was much lighter than the others had been, but the intimacy of the strike made her cry out. She went back up onto her tip toes, fighting the pain for a moment before she could relax back into it. Every time she managed to relax back into the purity of the sensation, without judgment or fear, she found that it took away just a little bit more of the guilt and hurt and misery that had torn her up since the night Claire died. They would be there, later—she’d learned that over the past few weeks, there was no easy short cut through the grief—but they would be easier to pick up after the respite.

She felt her mind drift into what Alex had called subspace, where she was aware of what was happening to her body, but not involved in it. Leo checked in with her every few moments, making sure that she hadn’t gone too far, that she was still there with him, paying enough attention to her body to tell him if something hurt too much. And he was kind, gentle with the belt, taking just enough to push her along that soft edge towards the purest sort of light.

She heard Alex’s voice in the room, and she turned her head ever so slightly in his direction. Leo hit her harder, then, hard enough to make her yip. “You’re still mine,” he grumbled. “I haven’t given you back yet.”

“Yes,” she murmured, “yes, sir. I’m so sorry, sir.”

She heard Alex’s rough groan as the bed shifted under her. She realized that her eyes were closed, that she had shut them who knew how long ago to block out the visual input and focus on the sharp sensations that were happening in her body. The blows from Leo slowed slightly, and she made a whimpering sound, not at pain, but at the cessation. And then she felt something below her, the kind of odd awareness that always made her want to believe in auras. She didn’t open her eyes, and nothing touched her arm, but she knew that someone was below her. Which didn’t make any sense, her back was stretched flat, her arms extended to grip the foot board, why would someone be below her?

And then warm, wet heat enveloped the tips of her breast, suckling almost viciously at her. Her cunt was already a burning coal of wet heat between her thighs, but this—this was so much more. She cried out as Leo whipped her ass again, her hips bucking into the air, desperate for anything, any kind of contact to ground her. She had one spare moment to think of how she must look, frantically fucking the air, and then the pleasure somehow twisted into a moment more intense than orgasm, too big for that kind of narrow description. She was vaguely aware that the whipping had stopped, that the belt buckle had made a little clatter as it hit the floor, and there were hands on her hips, shoving her gently towards the bed.

“What?” she managed to ask. She didn’t know what—Leo? Alex? She wasn’t sure where one of them stopped and the other began. They’d taken possession of her, and she didn’t care; she was cradled between them, and it was delicious.

“Let go of the foot board,” she heard. Leo. “Put your hands on the bed and move forward. When your knees get there, you can go ahead and crawl up. You’ll know what to do.”

She did as he said, placing her hands carefully as she crawled onto the bed. It seemed the obvious thing to keep her thighs placed wide, and when she felt the bobbing length of Alex’s thick cock brushing damply against her cheek, she let out another groan, solid and hungry. From the angle of him, she understood that the man lay underneath her, his body facing the opposite direction. She understood it just as his hands closed on her hips, pulling them down so that his mouth could wrap around her cunt.

She cried out, her hips arching, and he made a vicious growling sound as he kept her hips close to his mouth. His fingers dug into her hips, and for a long moment, all she could do was feel him, feel every inch of his tongue and his teeth as he devoured her. The reversal in angle changed everything about the sensation of him on her body, and she loved it.

Zoey gathered herself, pushing the pleasure of his mouth just a bit out of the center of her brain so that she could focus on the gorgeous cock in front of her. She teased him at first, licking up his length to take just the tip of him into her mouth and suck at him feverishly. She felt how much he enjoyed it in the break he had to take from his deliberate and passionate flicking of her clit, and she sucked him that much harder. She felt him gather himself back, take her clit between his teeth and suck as his hands slid around to the back of her thighs, and his thumbs slipped into her pussy. She was so wet, so open, so eager that there was no resistance, she was just full of him, making desperate, surging noises as she tried to keep herself from just collapsing, her forehead on his thigh, gasping with the waves of pleasure.

She felt Leo, pressing into her ass. No, not Leo, the instrument pushing into her was too cold to be his cock. But it was thick, and it was lubed, and she relaxed a little more, letting it fill her up. When it started to buzz in a rhythmic pattern, she felt it more than she heard it. It seared into her bones, making her jerk and twist, her body aching with pleasure too big to condense into release. She opened her eyes, needing the distraction from the ecstasy to keep focus on what was in front of her. So she watched as Leo took a second vibe and slid it into Alex’s ass. She felt the vibrations echoing through her cock into his mouth, felt his fingers clench down with bruising force. His mouth fell away from her as he shouted, thrusting into her mouth so hard that she worried she would gag, but she could feel his sac tightening, and knew he was close and that it would only last for a moment.

He spilled into her with a scream, a wordless plea for more, more intense than anything she’d ever heard from him before. She sucked him through the aftershocks, expecting at any moment to have him push at her hip, telling her to shift over. But no; when his cock started to slacken in her mouth, his tongue came back to her, picking up where he’d left off. She groaned, feeling that otherworldly pleasure tightening and tightening, approaching a single fine point of delirious joy.

Leo was still there, between Alex’s legs. He reached for the vibrator in Alex’s ass, but Alex left off his work for just a moment. “Leave it,” he murmured. “I like it.”

Leo nodded. He reached for Zoey’s mouth, and she met him easily. He pressed her upwards, her body coming up to an angle off his body. She was trapped between them, consumed by their hungry mouths, their tongues so deep inside her that she wondered distantly if they might meet in the middle. She vaguely worried that she was going to crush Alex with her weight, but when she tried to shift, he moved with her, making discontented noises as he devoured her, fucked her, tortured her with his amazing, delicious mouth.

One of Leo’s hands kept her mouth trapped exactly where he wanted it; the other reached down and jerked savagely at Alex’s soft cock, returning it to desperate hardness before he even fully softened. “Yes,” she found herself murmuring, not sure what would happen next, but having some vague idea. “Yes, yes, yes, please, yes, more, yes.”

The moment of her orgasm was as brilliant-blue-bright as the slap of the belt against her flesh. Her vision was consumed by the pleasure, her ears burning with the rush of her blood, and she was reduced to nothing but sensation for one single, pitch-perfect moment. For that one moment, everything was held in suspension, a perfect circle of the three of them, joined together.

And then it crested, swamping her, rolling her over and under. She heard a woman’s voice screaming, raw and open, and realized it was her. She felt Alex’s tongue change technique underneath her, the flat of his tongue pressing against her as she convulsed and twisted over him, Leo nibbling at her lips and drinking down her kisses, and her, limp and burning a level of delight that was unlike anything she’d ever felt.

“Holy Christ,” Leo whispered, laughing, and Alex chuckled.

“I know.”

They laid her down after a moment, both of them pressed into her, both of them still hard. Leo had shed his pants and boxers somewhere along the way, and she lost herself in the casual tangle of limbs. She stroked a cock, licked the fingers that pressed against her lips, felt the press of flesh against her ass and her belly.

“More,” she managed to whisper, as she felt them take each other’s cocks in hand. “I want more.”

“Are you sure?” Alex asked from behind her. When had he been behind her? A minute ago, she would have sworn that he was pressed into her belly. “If you’re tired, if you’re done, that’s okay.”

She reached for him, pulling his mouth down to hers and licking his lips open. What did he taste? Her? Himself? Leo? All three of them mixed together, some sort of holy trinity? “More,” she said.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Alex shook just a little, deep down inside, as he met Zoey’s sleepy, smoky gaze. What had he done to earn the trust of this gorgeous woman? He’d entangled her in a nightmare, and all she seemed to do was to say thank you, give me more. He didn’t deserve her.

But then, as she’d said, deserve was such a tricky word. Had Claire’s death been what she deserved? Had Olivia’s?

He glanced over her shoulder to meet Leo’s eyes. His friend had done a magnificent job of respecting the fact that both he and Zoey had experienced earth-shattering orgasms, the kinds that all too often signaled the end of the evening’s pleasantries, while he had been teased and taunted in what Alex would have considered the most delicious fashion, but the sort that would still leave most people hungry for more. But other than returning Alex’s caresses and kisses, he’d done nothing to press either of them for more than they might be in a space to return. Leo gave Alex the same easy, warm grin that the man always wore. For the first time, Alex looked at the life Leo led—the life he’d led before he met Zoey—and wondered just a little at how he’d managed it.

He’d certainly never felt like the life he had lived before was missing anything, or less than what he wanted. He didn’t feel like he was complete now in a way he had not been before. But there was something more now, something that Zoey had brought into his life with her smile and her laugh, and the idea of going without it again made his heart race in a way that he did not enjoy. He wondered if Leo was looking through the window on that connection and wondering what it meant for him.

“Sit on the edge of the bed,” he said to Leo. He reached behind him in the nightstand, refusing to blush for knowing that there was a box of condoms there—they were in all the rooms—and passed it to Leo. Leo raised an eyebrow, but followed instructions.

Zoey rolled towards him, her eyes still half-lidded and smoky. “What do you have in mind for me, lover?”

He couldn’t recall, off hand, if she’d ever said that to him before. She’d certainly never said it with that inflection, that delighted joy trapped between the two syllables. “I think you’ll like it,” he said, nuzzling into her neck and enjoying her soft breath. “You did the other night. Granted, he’s a little bigger…” He let his voice trail off, enjoying the steamy look in her eyes as she realized what he had in mind.

Leo was in place at the end of the bed, watching them, stroking his erection lightly. Alex gathered Zoey into his arms—she still looked entirely too drunk on the pleasure they’d brought her to be steady on her legs—and wrapped her knees around his waist. He kissed her as he backed her up to the bed, his fingers on her ass guiding him as he lowered her down onto Leo’s long, heavy cock. Leo groaned through his teeth as Alex slid her down one inch at a time as she relaxed and took more of him into her. She let out a steady stream of heated curses, her nipples tight and taut against his chest as she took him. “Oh Christ,” she murmured against his neck, nipping with her sharp teeth. “Oh my god, what are you doing to me?”

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said, as her hips settled down on Leo’s lap. She rolled against him, settling more firmly, and Leo’s hands twisted in the covers on the bed.

“More,” she murmured, looking up at Alex, her eyes wide open. He ran his fingers over her slit, and found her still hot, still soaking wet, still eager.

“Yes,” he said. “So much more.”

“Wait,” Leo said, his voice tight. “Like this.” His hands settled on Zoey’s waist, cuddling her back against his chest. He lowered them down until he was lying flat on his back, his knees bent so that his feet rested on the floor. She laid against his back, still pierced by his cock, her calves hooked outside her knees. He took her hands in his, weaving his fingers through hers, and spread their arms out to either side. She was shorter in the torso than he was, so her head rested on the curve of his collarbone.

Both their eyes staring up at him, piercing him with their gazes, tangled together, made his cock jump. He’d had only the vaguest of plans here, thinking his own cock had managed a second rise, but was otherwise way too tired for another full go-round, but now—now he wasn’t sure of that at all. She was spread so open, so inviting, and yet so incredibly full of his best friend’s dick. It was enough to make him pant openly. He guided himself to her opening and stroked the tip of his cock through the slick juices of her pussy. She groaned, squirming, which shifted her on Leo, causing him to let out a choked little sound of need. Alex could see his friend’s fingers tighten over Zoey’s, squeezing them until his knuckles were pale. Was he that close already? Maybe…

He pressed into Zoey, meeting no resistance at all. She was always tight and warm and soft and wet, but this time, her body already stretched around Leo. He had to enter her slowly, carefully, making sure she was able to ease out and accommodate his girth. She hissed, and he froze, frightened that he’d hurt her; it was only her heel pressing into his ass that gave him the reassurance necessary to press forward, sheathing himself entirely in her.

And like that, all his doubt and fear was gone. She arched for him, meeting his strokes as best as she could, and his movements shifted her on Leo’s body as well, driving all three of them mad with the shared sensations. He fit so well, the three of them together were so perfect, so wonderful, so well suited for each other, and he thought maybe he was going to come again. Maybe it was possible.

He bent over his lovers just a little, sliding his palms to meet theirs, his fingers tangling into theirs, his hips slamming into her as hard as he could. He heard the sharp pants from Leo, the sharp cries she was making into his ear as she tossed her head, all three of them tangled and twisted and madly in love together.

They fell like dominoes. Leo first. He’d been holding on to his control with an iron grip, and when he came, it was almost silent. His teeth gritted, his eyes squeezed shut, and his breath huffed out between his teeth in little puffs. Then Alex, surprised at the force of the orgasm swarming up his spine, enveloping his brain, driving him into Zoey hard, harder than she usually preferred, but unable to stop himself from devouring this moment. He spilled into her, his voice hoarse and shattered, his hips still shifting against her even after he was dry, as he steadied himself to keep from collapsing on her and crushing both of the people below him.

When he stilled, she simply—didn’t. He knew he was growing soft, he suspected Leo was too, but she squirmed between them, working them both over, her face twisted in desperate concentration until she peaked. She pressed up from the bed, her hands the only point of her still touching down, her eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling as she came, and came, and came.