Nicole Edwards - Zane

Zane glanced over at Beau, wondering why the hell the guy wasn’t refusing. He was the one who was going to have to figure something out. Beau looked tentative, but there was something else in his eyes. Curiosity, maybe?

Oh, fucking hell.

“No.” Zane was answering V’s question, but he could very well have been pleading with Beau. The look in the other man’s eyes said he was on the verge of changing their relationship in ways Zane wasn’t comfortable with. However, he wasn’t about to be the one to chicken out first. If V wanted to play like this, he’d punish her later.

V nodded her head at Beau as though giving him the go ahead. It was almost as if the two of them had shared a secret that Zane wasn’t privy to. What the fuck was going on?

“Take the shot,” V directed him, sounding more assertive than Zane had ever heard her.

Picking up the chalk, Zane prepared the end of the stick before turning to face the table. When he did, Beau moved, and Zane’s entire body went rigid. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t. Beau lowered himself to his knees in front of him, and Zane pinned V with a glare. What the hell was she trying to prove here?

Zane leaned over the table, praying like hell he could make the shot before...

“Sonuvabitch!” Zane cried out the second Beau wrapped his lips around his dick. The pool stick fell to the table when V rushed into his arms, gripping his chin and planting her mouth on his.

Zane did his best to focus on the woman kissing him and not the man kneeling at his feet, sucking his cock into the scorching hot recesses of his mouth. There was no way for him to pretend that Beau was anyone other than Beau. Based on the firm, callused grip around the base of his cock and the warm suction of his mouth, Zane was all too aware of what his best friend was doing.

“That’s so hot,” V whispered against his lips when she pulled away, looking down the front of Zane’s body to where Beau was attempting to blow his mind.

He didn’t want to like it, but damn it all to hell, Beau’s mouth felt so fucking good. Hot... Wet... Fuck! His cock was so fucking hard, and Zane found himself fisting Beau’s hair in one hand without realizing he’d even moved. He pulled V’s head closer with the other until their lips were once again smashed together, their tongues dueling as Beau continued to damn near blow his head off of his shoulders.

Zane told the hand fisting Beau’s hair to push the man away, to force his mouth to ease off of his cock, but he couldn’t do it. V broke the kiss, staring back at him.

“You want to watch, don’t you? You want to see how fucking sexy it is for another man to blow you?”

V wasn’t far off the mark, but Zane wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to look Beau in the eyes again if he did. As it was, he was so fucking close to coming down his best friends throat, he was scared to death what that meant for their friendship.

“He wants this,” V whispered, and Zane’s eyes flew open. “He’s always wanted this. Give this to him, Zane.”

Oh, fucking hell.

Zane did the unthinkable, letting go of V and standing straight before looking down at his best friend on his knees sucking his cock deeper and deeper into his hungry mouth. Zane didn’t let go of Beau’s hair. He held the man firmly in place, glanced up at V one last time and when she nodded her approval, Zane let go. He tried not to think about what he was doing, who this man was with his dick tunneling in and out of his mouth as he began to thrust forcefully, shoving his cock as far as he could in Beau’s eager mouth.

“Mother fucker!” Zane groaned, his release was within reach. The sight of Beau on his knees, the feel of his big hands gripping his thighs was more than Zane could manage. “Fuck, that’s it!”

Zane couldn’t contain the release that powered through him, damn near leveling him with its intensity as he looked back up into V’s whiskey brown eyes. The hunger he saw reflected there told Zane that this night was only beginning.

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V couldn’t believe Zane had gone through with it.

She hadn’t thought twice about instructing the scene that played out before her, but now as she watched Zane lose control, coming hard and fast and growling like a wounded animal, she wondered whether she’d made the right choice or not.

There was no doubt in her mind that Zane had never done anything like that before, nor had she ever witnessed anything quite so erotic. Watching Beau on his knees, his lips wrapped around Zane’s massive erection was the hottest fucking thing she’d ever seen.

She still had no idea what caused her to suggest it, but something in the conversations she’d had with Beau in the past had given her the impression that he might actually swing both ways. She’d been right, or at least he was interested in experimenting. When he got to his feet, both men were eyeing her, and she knew there was going to be retaliation for her little stunt.

Truthfully, she couldn’t wait. Watching the two of them was hotter than she expected, and now she was aching for them to turn that heat on her.

Both of them.

At the same time.

“On the fucking table,” Zane ordered and V knew he was talking to her. He sounded angry, but she didn’t see any malice in his gaze. Confusion, maybe. But he wasn’t looking to hurt her.

She moved in front of Zane, in the exact same spot Beau had been kneeling just a few seconds before. That gave Zane the opening he apparently needed because his warm hands slipped around her waist, lifting her and sitting her on the edge of the table. She had to move back slightly until her ass rested on the felt, but that is where she was no longer in control of what was going on.

Zane moved to one side of the table, Beau on the other and they each grabbed one hand, laying her back until she was fully prone, her feet hanging over the edge. Zane moved back to the end, rectifying her discomfort by placing the bottom of her feet on the edge of the table and forcing her knees apart.

Her back instinctively bowed up off of the table when Zane’s tongue slid eagerly down her slit, but then Beau was there, his tongue thrusting into her mouth and she tried to focus on one and not the other. Impossible.

Gripping the back of Beau’s head, she pulled him closer, trying to suck his tongue right out of his mouth while Zane was fucking her relentlessly with one finger while punishing her clit with devastating flicks of his tongue.

She wasn’t going to last. Not even a full minute and she had a feeling that was Zane’s goal. He was punishing her with pleasure, trying to overwhelm her with his hedonic assault. V didn’t want it to end, but she knew she didn’t have the strength to hold on much longer.

When Beau gripped her breast roughly, pinching her nipple until pain ricocheted through every nerve ending and landing at the spot Zane was torturing between her thighs, V imploded. She screamed, but Beau muffled her cry with his mouth, continuing to kiss her with the fierce determination she could feel in his big, beautiful body.

Finally, they both eased back from her, leaving her panting on the pool table. Before she could recover entirely, she was lifted into Beau’s massive arms and carried over to Zane’s bed. Zane wasn’t far behind and as soon as she was on her back, he was flipping her smoothly until she was facing down, her head at the side of the bed where he stood.

“Just for that, you evil little minx,” he said with a smile, “I want to feel your sweet mouth on my cock.”

Zane was in rare form, his hand sliding into her hair, gripping firmly and lifting her head before sliding his semi-hard cock between her lips. V was still turned on from all of the activity that had led them to this point, and she was eager to get Zane hard again. Propping her upper body on her elbows, V began licking and sucking until Zane was once again thrusting into her mouth, groaning.

She was startled when something cool slid down the crack of her ass, followed by the warmth of fingers teasing the sensitive hole that had never been breached until these two. The memories of those nights and the rush of pleasure that had stolen her breath made her moan and plead for Beau not to stop. V couldn’t keep from thrusting back against the sensual invasion, welcoming Beau’s fingers inside of her body. Despite the initial pain, the only thing she felt was exquisite, undeniable exhilaration.

When Zane stilled her head by gripping her hair even tighter, V managed to look up at him.

“Oh, yes, baby. Tonight we’re going to fuck you until you scream.”

V was ready to beg for it. She felt as though she had lava in her veins and even after the orgasm Zane had pulled from her earlier, she felt another one, only this one was much more violent than the first.

“Do you want that, V?”

V’s eyes flew up to meet his once again as she continued thrusting her hips back against Beau’s fingers as they fucked her slow and deep.

“Answer me, V. I need to hear you say it.”

V knew from experience that Zane could, and would, lose all control. His need to hear her confirm that she was onboard with his intentions was his way of ensuring he wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want him to do.

“Yes,” she whimpered as Beau’s fingers retreated from inside of her.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want you both to fuck me,” she groaned, not wanting to sit around and have a conversation because she was on the verge of exploding any second. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Please fuck me.”

Zane nodded at Beau and V felt the mattress shift as he climbed on beside her, pressing his back up against the headboard. Just when she thought she had figured out their plan, V found herself being pulled and maneuvered until she was lying flush against Beau’s now prone body. Only this time, her back was to his front, which meant...