Page 31 of Hard Ride
Lucas and I will catch you…
That’s what Tate said, and I didn’t understand it a few moments ago, but now I do. I can give myself up to them and not worry about being overwhelmed by it or afraid of losing control to it. Because they’re there to hold me, to keep me contained. To keep me safe.
And just like that, it’s easy to let go. Easy to stop fighting, to give myself up to the pleasure that Lucas’s wicked tongue is giving me, and the sharp, bright pain that Tate’s hands on my breasts are doling out. Not a bad pain, a good pain. And I admit to myself that I like that I can’t move. I like that I can do nothing but take what they give, because I’m not responsible for it. They are.
They hold the reins, and all I want is to go where they lead me.
“Come for us, sub,” Tate growls in my ear. “Come for us, now.”
I do, because Lucas’s tongue gives me one last flick over my clit and I’m flying, pleasure exploding through me like a lightbulb popping and shattering, electricity lighting me up.
The room echoes with the sounds of my screams, and then I’m slumping back against Tate’s chest, his powerful arms around me. I keep my eyes closed, not wanting to move — not that I could even if I wanted to — hearing Lucas moving around. Then a gentle touch between my thighs, a warm cloth gently cleaning me and soothing over-sensitive tissues.
My head is lolling back against Tate’s shoulder, and I can feel how hard he is beneath my ass. His fingers idly caress my stomach, and there’s something so good about just lying here and letting both of them take care of me.
It makes me feel wanted in a way I haven’t felt for ten years. A way I haven’t let myself feel since before I left Tate.
“Pretty little sub,” Lucas murmurs, his deep voice warm. “You tasted delicious. You’re such a good girl for me and Master Tate.”
I shiver and glance at him from beneath my lashes. He’s still kneeling between my thighs, amber gaze on mine. “Thank you, Daddy,” I say, and for the first time, I actually mean it. The gold in his eyes flares, and I realize that I’ve pleased him, and more, Ilikethat I’ve pleased him.
Lucas kneels upright, lifting his hand and cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing over my skin. Then he leans in and covers my mouth with his in a kiss that takes me by surprise. I go still as his hand slides from my cheek and into my hair, cupping the back of my head, his tongue pushing into my mouth. I shudder, tasting myself as Lucas deepens the kiss, turning it hot and slow and sweet.
Then I feel Tate’s lips against my nape, the brush of his beard against my skin, the light touch of his fingers on my back, tracing lazy circles as he presses yet more kisses to my shoulders.
They’re hard these men, and yet their touch is gentle, and I’m shivering with pleasure under the press of Lucas’s mouth and Tate’s caressing hands. But it’s not desperate this time. It’s slowand easy, and I feel as if I could sit here all day, being kissed by Lucas and touched by Tate.
But then Lucas pulls away, and he rises to his feet. “Kneel here,” he says, pointing to a spot on the carpet. “Eyes on the floor, little one.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I reply obediently.
Tate lets me go, and I slide off his lap, moving on shaking legs to the spot Lucas indicated, then kneeling. I have no idea what’s going to happen next, but anticipation is coiling in my gut, along with a healthy dose of trepidation.
Tate gets up from the armchair and goes to the drinks cabinet, getting out the bottle again, and pouring them both another measure of vodka. Then he murmurs something to Lucas that I can’t quite hear.
My heart rate kicks up a notch, and I suck in a shuddering breath. I hear the rustle of clothes, and suddenly Tate is in front of me, going down on his knees. He’s gotten rid of his shirt, and I can’t help but gape at his bare chest and shoulders. Broader than he was ten years ago, and more muscular, crisp hair and velvety tanned skin. He’s so beautiful, my heart aches.
His green eyes hold mine, fierce and intense. He reaches out and grabs me by the hips, urging me to kneel upright as he pulls me close against him. My bare breasts brush his chest, my nipples hardening at the heat of his skin. “Keep still,” he says, his gaze searching mine. “Trust us.”
My heart rate increases, thudding in my ears. “Yes, Sir,” I whisper, and realize I do trust them. Whatever happens now, I trust them completely.
Then I feel the warmth of Lucas behind me, his hands on the inside of my thighs urging them apart. I tremble a little as I shift my position, and then I feel his hand at my ass, his fingers slipping between my cheeks, something cold and liquid on them. I gasp as his fingers push, finding the tight entrance and pushingagainst it. Tate’s large, warm palms are on my hips, steadying me as Lucas works his finger in and out.
“You’re going to take both of us,” Tate says. “And it’ll hurt at first, then it’ll feel good. But again, sub. You can’t come until we give you permission.”
I tense as shock echoes through me. Both of them? At once? “S-sir,” I stutter, breathing fast. “I’ve never done that before and I?—”
“Ssh.” Tate puts an uncharacteristically gentle hand against my cheek. “We have. We know what we’re doing, okay? All you have to do is relax and let us do all the work.”
Which is what he promised me at the beginning of all this. Submission is a gift, he said, a gift of trust, and I know that the trust I gave them both ten years ago hasn’t gone anywhere. It’s still there. I mean, it must be. I wouldn’t have gone behind the curtain and into that hallway with Tate, otherwise.
No, it’s not them I don’t trust, it’s myself. My feelings of shame around my sexuality have been ingrained for a long time, but I’m tired of them. There’s nothing dirty or wrong about this, about being with them, and I know that, because they’re not ashamed. And I do trust them. I do.
So, I relax against Lucas’s gentle finger as he spreads the lube around, and then when he’s done, I hear him roll on a condom. Then it’s his hands on my hips, pulling me back against him, and I feel his bare skin on mine, as hot as Tate’s. I’m shaking at the touch, feeling the oiled silk of his skin, and the length of his cock slipping between my ass cheeks. Tate watches me intently as I feel Lucas push against my ass and then in. He’s so big and I’ve never had sex there before, and it’s painful, making tears spring in my eyes.
“That’s it,” Tate murmurs, never taking his gaze from mine. “Take him, sub. Take all of him.”
I pant as Lucas eases deeper, going slowly, carefully, and I want to take all of him. I want to. I want to take both of them, because I owe them. I know that now. I ran from them, ran from my hunger and my desire, and I was wrong not to explain. Not to give them even a hint of an explanation or a choice.
