He saw the vulnerability and the fears, he saw the joy and the sorrow, and he saw much more binding them than there ever should have been.

Pie turned his head from her, pressed a kiss tight to her thigh as he groaned her name. When he turned back her eyes were closed, her hands were in his hair, dragging him back to the humid flesh and the pleasure.

Only pleasure, he reminded himself. Just for the pleasure.

He lubricated his fingers and eased them against her rear as Khalid slid away and allowed her to lie back on the bed.

She twisted against him as he applied the lightest pressure to her rear with the slickened tips of his fingers.

“More,” she cried out softly. “Oh God, Chase. I need more.”

She lifted to him, pressed against his fingers and he was panting as the tips of two fingers disappeared inside her.

There was a point where arousal, sheer sensation, bred a very thin line between pleasure and pain for a woman. When she could take more, she demanded more touch than ever before. Chase could feel her reaching that point. He let her demand, let her take as she needed.

Kia felt Chase’s tongue plunge inside the ultrasensitive depths of her pussy even as she pressed against the penetration of his fingers, forcing them deeper inside her.

She was riding his fingers, even as he added a third, pressing them together to allow her to ease them inside her. She took them, crying out at the sensations, feeling the spirals of intensity swirling through her.

Khalid’s lips moved to her nipples with a hungry sound, and as her head turned, his erection, thick and throbbing, tempted her. She lifted one hand from Chase’s hair, wrapped it around Khalid’s shaft and drew the heat to her lips.

“Fuck.” Khalid was breathing roughly now, his voice hoarse as she sucked on the engorged head and drove herself on Chase’s fingers.

Wild, vicious hunger tore through her. It was only for the pleasure, and she wanted that pleasure. All of it. She wanted to be what she felt growing inside her, tearing through her. A woman who could pleasure as well as be pleasured.

She flicked her tongue over his cock as her fingers slid to his balls and then back up the shaft. She sucked and stroked until he was tensing over her, his body straightening as he obviously fought the need to pump against her mouth.

Chase stared up at her as he stretched his fingers inside her, and felt her accommodating them. She was demanding, racing toward climax even as he drew back.

Her mouth was full of another man’s cock, and he felt, rather than anger or jealous, a sense of pride, and also one of possession. But possession wasn’t allowable.

He watched Khalid’s expression, as well as Kia’s. A part of him on guard, wary, making certain. Khalid was a third, nothing more; Chase wouldn’t allow anything more. The thought of it tightened his chest and whipped through the natural dominance that rose inside him.

Kia felt Chase’s fingers easing from her as Khalid drew back, stretching out on the bed.

Eroticism suffused her. Heat warmed her. And for now, for right now, she could have every desire she had ever fantasized about. And she would take it, even knowing, when it came time for him to leave, it would hurt more than it had before.

“You’re wild, Kia,” Chase accused her, moving up her body, pausing to suck her nipples, his cock rubbing against her lower stomach.

“I want,” she moaned. “Don’t make me wait. I’ve waited too long. Now, Chase.”

He kissed her, loved her mouth. God, he loved her lips, the way she opened for him, took his kiss and returned it. He staked his ownership on it and couldn’t draw back, even as he realized exactly what he was doing.

“Take what you want,” he whispered, drawing back. “What do you want, Kia? How do you want it?” Take what she wanted?

“Is that what you want, Chase?” She stared back at him, feeling that wildness gathering inside her in a tight ball of heat in her womb.

He stared back at her. There was challenge and demand in his expression, confidence and certainty. It would take more to pique his male dominance than the hunger rising inside her.

“Whatever you want, Kia.” He leaned back between her thighs. “What do you want, baby?”

She moved, sliding gracefully across the comforter, aware of both men watching her now.

She took the oil that lay on the bed, opened the small bottle, and poured some into her hands before recapping it. She warmed it between her palms. “Anything I want?”

“Anything you want.” His voice was strangled as she came to her knees, both hands wrapping around his cock, stroking, sliding along the shaft, the engorged head, caressing it as she longed to caress it.

His head fell back as Khalid shifted behind her. A second later, she felt hands smoothing the oil over her ass, along the cleft, meeting the lubricated entrance as his lips pressed against her thigh.

“I want you in my mouth,” she whispered as her lips caressed Chase’s chest, her gaze lifting to stare back at him. “It’s yours.” His hands stroked her back.

“I want all of you in my mouth.” She nipped at the hard muscle, her hands pumping his cock.

Chase’s eyes narrowed back at her.

“I want you to come in my mouth, Chase,” she whispered. “I want to taste all of you, feel all of you. Just you.”

His jaw bunched. Chase felt his cock flex as she began kissing her way down his body, the thought of coming in her mouth was destroying him. It was something he never did. Something he refused himself.

He should use a condom. He’d always been safe, and with his lifestyle he had no other choice. Always particular in the women he shared, and always, exactingly, safe with himself as well as his partner.

And this little hellion wanted to taste him?

He felt her lips cover the head of his erection and gritted his teeth, fighting the overwhelming urge to give her exactly what she wanted. Hell, giving it to her wouldn’t affect pleasuring her. He stayed hard for her. It didn’t matter how often he took her, he always wanted more.

Kia filled her mouth with the taste of her lover. She sucked at the head slow and deep, her tongue flickering over it as she tasted the subtle hint of flavor the oil added to his flesh.

She stroked with one hand, the other moved between his thighs, cupping his balls and caressing them. Mimicking every book she had read, every dirty movie she had watched in preparation for this.

As she caressed her lover, Khalid’s lips moved between her thighs, licking her pussy, his tongue pushing inside her, his fingers opening her rear farther, making her crazy for more.

She wanted his cock inside her. She wanted Chase. She wanted every sensation whipping through her until she was exploding between them.

“Come, beauty,” Khalid whispered as she felt him move, lying back on the bed, drawing her thighs over him. “Take what you need.”

His cock tucked against her pussy and she whimpered, moaned, and moved it out of reach. She wouldn’t have him there. Not there. She lifted and evaded the thickly crested erection until she had it where she wanted it.

“Kia.” Chase forced her to pause, pulling back, staring down at her. “This position won’t be as easy for you.”

“Whose pleasure?” she whispered, shaking, trembling as Khalid held her hips, supported her as she pressed herself down on the thick erection.

“Your pleasure, Kia. Any pleasure you need.”

“Oh God.”

She had never taken anything in this position. Neither in her rear, nor her sex. She had never known it was possible until she had watched the videos with it. Had never imagined she could do it.

She forgot about anything but the erotic intensity now. Chase eased her up until her upper body was straight, her rear flaring open, taking the hard cock as she stared back at Chase.

“Chase.” She was shaking.