Page 19 of Naughty Bedtime Stories

Shock spread through Darla, her head snapping to the familiar male voice. Marcus stepped out of the shadows and to the end of the pedestal, and he was naked and aroused.

Chapter Five

“I thought you didn’t want to share me?”

Jacob heard the panic in her voice and cradled her close to him, his lips brushing her ear, his hand splaying over her stomach. Marcus held steady at the pedestal, waiting for Jacob’s okay to approach. He trusted Marcus as he would a brother. They’d shared women before, but this wasn’t just any woman, this was the one he loved. But it had been Marcus that told him Darla would always feel insecure about the life Jacob had inside the Society until she understood it, until she’d experienced it, and he’d been right.

“I don’t want to share,” he said. “But I realized something when you were standing up here, all tall and proud while I watched you. I know what I’m giving up when I leave this all behind for you.

But you have no idea—you haven’t explored it. So I’m going to take you on a journey. I’m going to show you everything the Society has to offer. Then if you walk away, you do it without regret. Like I will.”

“No,” she said, shaking her head, trying to turn to him. “No. I don’t need this, Jacob. I know I choose you.”

He brushed hair from her face, kissed her cheek, her neck. “Are you going to tell me that you don’t feel aroused by both of us wanting you?”

“I’m aroused because you made me that way,” she whispered. “I don’t need Marcus.”

“But you want him,” he said, reaching around her and stroking her breasts, gently now, easing her into what was new to her. “I want you to explore this world. I want you to know what you want like I know I want you.”

“It’s not right,” she whispered.

“It’s not right if you say it’s not right,” he agreed. “I’ll untie you and send him away. All you have to do is tell me to.” He caressed her body, slid his cock along the seam of her body. “You’re so wet you’re dripping. You want this. Tell him to come to us. Tell him, Darla.” He brushed his cheek against her. “This isourexperience. Our exploration into pleasure together.” He nipped her ear. “Tell him to come to us.”

“I can’t.”

“Then I will,” he said, turning her head and brushing his lips over hers, waiting for a reply that came in her barely there nod.

Jacob motioned to Marcus, kissing Darla, distracting her from Marcus’s approach. She was nervous; she was guilty. He wanted neither of those things for her. He wanted her pleasure, her submission. He wanted her completely. That meant giving, not taking. Freeing her to pleasure, not enslaving her to his.

Marcus stopped in front of her, close, so close she wouldn’t have to look at him, and Jacob felt her stiffen. Felt her tremble as Marcus began touching her, slowly moving her mouth to his, tasting her lips. She moaned and tried to bite it back.

“Don’t hold back,” Jacob cooed in her ear, reaching around her and handing the clamps to Marcus, tweaking her nipples to prepare them for her next level of pleasure.

Marcus licked her nipple, suckled it. She arched into his mouth, her back pressed to Jacob.

Jacob and Marcus looked at each other in silent agreement. Marcus slid the clamp onto her nipple.

She gasped, and her eyes lowered to Marcus.

“It hurts,” she cried.

“Give it a moment,” Jacob promised, and then held her through a moan as the pleasure swept through her. He eyed Marcus. “Tighten it.” She gasped again.

Marcus licked her unattended nipple and clamped it. She cried out, and Marcus slid down to his knees, eying Jacob for approval before he drew her into his mouth. Soft sounds of pleasure, pleas for release, slid from her mouth into Jacob’s. He kissed her, touched her, made sure she felt pleasure in every inch of her body. And then she shuddered and jerked into release.

Jacob untied Darla’s hands with one intention—to bury himself as deeply as he could get inside her.

The minute her arms were free, Darla turned into Jacob’s arms. He kissed her, soft and passionate, but there was a raw hunger beneath his surface. “Jacob,” she whispered, the need to pleasure him immense.

Marcus came up behind her, enclosing her with his body. She was between them, these two gorgeous men. She could feel them everywhere, but yet, she needed more. The idea that she was doing this was incomprehensible, yet it was happening.

Jacob picked her up and carried her to the bed with the curving arms and sat her down. She reached for him, stroking his cock with her hand and lapped him with her tongue, drawing in the salty sweetness of his arousal. Marcus sat down beside her, flicking the silver clamps on her nipples, drawing her hand to his cock. It was a powerful feeling, having one of them in her mouth, the other in her hand.

She sucked Jacob deeper, tightened her grip on the base of his thick erection. Somehow they moved her; she barely knew when. Jacob sat against the arm, and she was on all fours, sucking him deeper and deeper. Marcus was behind her, stroking her clit, rubbing his cock against her. The pleasure ripped through her, and with each stroke of Marcus’s cock along the seam of her body, she sucked Jacob harder, deeper.

A rough guttural sound slid from Jacob’s lips, and he pulled her to him, over him, until she straddled his hips. Marcus moved behind her, handing Jacob a condom, which he ripped open.

Marcus teased her nipples while Jacob sheathed himself and then settled his hands on her waist, balancing her as he pulled her down to his erection. Their eyes met and held, and he pulled her slowly down on top of him, sliding in inch by inch.

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