Chapter 15

Adriana squirmed in Nicholas’ lap, feeling a bit trepid at his indifferent expression. She had said that there was no sex tonight but she had been the one to spur them on, and now she was facing the consequences. She felt self-conscious of being the only one half naked in front of them, so she raised her hand to cover her breasts but he stopped her.

He wrapped a few strands of her hair around his fingers, tugging lightly on the strands as he turned her head to gaze at him. “Do you care about my brother?”

The question was so abrupt, it stole the air in her lungs. He released her hair and began to trail a finger across her cheek, watching her carefully.

“Yes,” she whispered, knowing that she couldn’t lie.

“Do you want him?”

Her pussy clenched at his words, as she nodded, swallowing hard.

“Do you want to fuck him?”

Her heart was slamming against her ribs now, heat and cold seeming to flood through her at the same time. Despite everything that has happened between the three of them, she was now having a moment of pure terror, thinking that she has gotten this all wrong. That she had misread every sign, and every signal between them.

That Nicholas would never consider sharing her with Xavier. And in that moment, she felt that if she answered his question, he would throw her off his lap and go after Xavier, with a single-minded determination and one goal, to end him. But they were brothers, so it wasn’t possible that they would throw down over her, right?

Even through her fear, Adriana knew that she couldn’t lie about this either.

“Yes.”

The word slipped from her lips and seemed to hang suspended in the space between her and Nicholas. She watched him just as intently as he was watching her, desperate to get inside his head and figure out what he was feeling, and what he was thinking.

He nodded once, making her let out a shaky breath. He tugged his bottom lip between his teeth slowly, seeming to consider something before dropping his lips to hers, his words ghosting over them.

“Show me.”

She blinked dazedly at him, wondering what he was talking about. She was sitting with her tits hung out, to him and his brother, and he was asking her to show him. Show him what exactly? “What?”

His smile widened a little, and now she saw something else in his expression. Something almost like a challenge.

“Show me, Blue.” He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, then slipped the thick digit into her mouth.

Unconsciously, her tongue darted forward to taste it, and he made a noise low in his throat as her lips closed around his thumb. His gaze flicked up to meet hers, loaded with more emotions than I can identify.

“Show me how you feel about my brother,” he repeats quietly. “Because I already know how he feels about you.”

Well, fuck. She hadn’t been anticipating that.

She couldn’t look away from his heated stare, her tongue still tasting the pad of his thumb, her chest rising and falling fast as her breath picked up.

A ripple of shock washed through her at his words, but it was followed closely by a swell of desire.

Her fears were unfounded. Nicholas wasn’t pissed off at the idea of her being with Xavier.

No, he was turned on by it.

The desire burning in his striking slate grey eyes turned her on too, and she bit down hard on the tip of his thumb, wrapping her lips around it and sucking.

He growled, then yanked his thumb out of her mouth and palmed the back of her head, dragging her face to his for a bruising kiss. His tongue delved between her lips, tangling with hers, as their mouths clashed. Everything she needed to know was in this kiss, and it lit her blood on fire.

She fisted the front of his grey suit, pulling him closer to her as she angled her body toward his, forgetting to be gentle as need surged through her like an inferno.

He nipped at her bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth as he groaned softly. She could feel his hardness pressing against her naked mound and when she moved to grind against him, he stopped her with a hand around her throat, squeezing just hard enough to make her break their heated kiss.

Her lips were tingling, and she gazed at him with a slightly dazed look, almost tempted to risk cutting off her air supply completely just for the chance to kiss him again.

Nicholas smiled as if he could tell what she was thinking, but then he jerked his chin to indicate the other man in the room. “Show me, Blue. I want to see.”

She nodded, trying to catch her breath. He helped her slide off his lap, depositing her on her feet beside his chair, his hands hungry and possessive on her waist and hips. He groped one of her ass cheeks and then gave it a sharp slap, making her entire body react as more slick arousal gathered in my core.

Her dress pooled around her legs, and she flicked a glance in Nicholas’ direction to find him watching her with smoldering eyes.

His cock was hard, a straining bulge trapped by the confines of his clothes, and as he met her gaze, he reached down and palmed his dick through the fabric of his pants, running his hand up and down his length.

His eyelids droop as his nostrils flare, and liquid heat gathered in her core. He had taken her panties earlier, so there was nothing to catch the slick arousal that seeped from her as her pussy clenched. She could feel it sticking to her thighs, as she turned to face the other prince.

Forcing her feet into motion, she stepped toward the chair where Xavier was sitting. The broad-shouldered man had taken off his bowtie and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt. His jacket was draped over the side of the chair, and his sleeves have been rolled up his forearms, showing off his tanned skin. He looked casual and confident, raw masculinity barely contained by his tuxedo.

He stared at her as she approached, his chin dropping slightly and his icy eyes smoldering.

The man with the laughing ice blue eyes and thick dark hair was watching her just as closely as his brother was. He was hard too, and she remembered the feel of his thick cock pressing against her clit, driving her crazy with need and pleasure.

She had wanted him so fucking badly the first time she had seen him. Wanted to feel him inside her. Wanted to wrap herself in his warmth and strength, and soak it up until all her fears were gone.

As she watched him, Xavier reached down and gripped his cock too, quirking a lopsided smile as he jacked himself off through his pants.

He bit his lower lip, his body shuddering slightly as his hips thrust up into his hand, making her stalk toward him quickly. Something almost like jealousy teared through her as she grabbed his hand, pulling it away from the thick bulge in his pants.

He chuckled as she released her grip on him, to climb onto his lap. How had she gone from denying herself them, to grinding against them in a matter of hours? It was insane, Adriana knew it. But there was no take backs.

The hardness he was stroking mere seconds ago pressed against her bare clit, and she let out a soft groan as she rubbed against him, kissing him hungrily.

She was completely soaked by now. Her body had been on edge ever since Nicholas had teased her on the elevator. And now, she was hungry for more, hungry for them.

“Fuck, Ana,” Xavier grunted into her mouth. “You’re getting me wet. I can fucking feel you soaking through my pants.”

It didn’t sound like a complaint, and as if to prove that fact, he gripped her hips and ground her down even harder against his cock, smearing her cream all over himself. It was filthy and possessive, and she fucking loved it.

He broke their kiss to trail his lips down over her chin and jaw, and she tilt her head back, letting him continue his path all the way down her throat as she leaned backward slightly. He growled against her skin and delved one hand between her thighs, sliding a thick finger inside her.

“Oh, god…” she moaned, the words a half-choked whisper as her pussy walls clamped around the intrusion.

Her walls rippled around him as he added a second finger, and she started to ride his hand, working her hips against his palm as she tried to take more of him inside her.

“Blue.” Nicholas’ voice was gruff and commanding. She craned her neck to look over at him as Xavier dragged his tongue across her collarbone.

He was unzipping his pants, delving his hand inside to fist his cock, and his eyes gleamed with intensity as he caught her gaze. “Show me.”

She knew what he wanted and the thought of giving it to him made a wave of fresh arousal pulse through her. He wanted to see everything.

Forcing her unwilling muscles to work, she tugged on Xavier’s hair to bring his face back up to hers. She kissed him deeply, moving against his hand at the same time, her hips following the same rhythm as her lips, as she chased her pleasure hard.

She slid off his lap, nearly groaning aloud at the feel of his fingers slipping out of her pussy. She missed them immediately, missed the feeling of fullness and the sweet pressure on her g-spot.

When her gaze met Xavier’s again, something had changed in his expression. Usually, there was a hint of humor that gleamed behind his blue eyes.

But right now, he didn’t look like he found any of this amusing. He looked serious, intense and hungry as fuck.

She could hear the sound of Nicholas stroking himself behind her but she didn’t turn around to look, as tempting as it was. Instead, held Xavier’s gaze, letting the chemistry that simmered between them for weeks charge the air.

This here, right now, was about them, about the three of them together. About the dynamic between them. But right now, in this moment? It was only her and Xavier. It was like the first time he had fucked her in her room, only this time, it was more intense, more heady, more charged.

She let her gaze slowly travel down his body, soaking up the way his tux accentuated his muscled form. There was a dark spot over the bulge of his cock, and her clit pulsed as she saw the evidence of her own arousal smeared over his pants.

Her breath picked up as she dropped to her knees in front of him, and he let out a strangled noise as she reached for the waistband of his pants.

His fingers moved quickly to help her, and the two of them got his zipper and briefs down around his hips too.

His pants weren’t all the way off, but it was good enough for her. His cock was free, hard and heavy and slightly curved as it arched toward his stomach.

As she shuffled closer on her knees, he spread his legs wider, inviting her into the space between them. Her fingers trailed up his thigh, and when she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, a bead of pre cum shot out of it.

She leaned down and flicked her tongue over the smooth head of his shaft, feeling the texture of the small metal balls on either side. She swirled her tongue around them, and Xavier groaned, his hand falling on the back of her head. It was the first time she was tasting his cock, giving him pleasure instead of just receiving it. He was a fan of giving pleasure and never receiving. But today, she was rewarding him with her tongue.

He didn’t fist her hair, although she could feel the effort it took him to not do it. She had a feeling that he wanted to grab her hair by the roots and drag her lips all the way down the length of his cock, but instead, he just let her explore him, teasing them both with light flicks of her tongue.

The skin of his cock was nearly as smooth as the metal of his piercing, and the way it pulsed angrily in her hand sent another rush of arousal surging through her.

She was on her knees in front of him, and the way she was bent over, she was sure her bare ass and dripping pussy were on full display to the man behind her, just like he wanted. The thought didn’t bring up an ounce of shame or embarrassment in her, only heat, and so much arousal.

Her pussy clenched, and she was sure Nicholas could see it because he groaned, the sound of his tortured satisfaction wrapping around her, making her deep throat Xavier.

Her stomach clenched as she stopped teasing him, wrapping her lips around him, and sliding down, taking as much of him as she could, without triggering her gag reflex.

Her saliva coated his length, and she swallowed when he hit the back of her throat, feeling the sensation of his piercing there.

His grip on her hair tightened, letting her know she had pushed through the last vestiges of his self-control, as he muttered several low curses, when she began to suck him in earnest.

“Fucking hell, Blue.” Nicholas’ voice was as rough as sandpaper. “I’ve never seen anything as perfect as this. Touch yourself.”

She loosed her grip on Xavier’s cock, holding it steady with one hand, as she continued to work him up and down between her lips. Her hand was wet with a mixture of spit and pre cum, as she dragged it down her body, trailing between her breasts and down the line of her stomach before the pads of her fingers land on her clit.

Sensations exploded inside her at the first touch, her body so desperate for release that she was almost shaking. Her jaw ached a little from holding it open, her knees pressing uncomfortably against the hardwood floor, and she gagged a little every time she deep throated Xavier. But every one of those feelings took a back seat to the pleasure racing through her.

Her fingertips became a blur on her sensitive nub, flying over it in desperate, hard circles as her hips move restlessly.

When she came, she lost her rhythm entirely, nearly choking on Xavier’s cock as her body bucked and writhed. Only his tight grip on her hair kept her steady as sparks danced in her vision and a low groan spilled from her throat.

There was nowhere for the sound to go. It was trapped by Xavier’s cock, the vibrations traveling from her body into his.

He grunted, then tugged on hair suddenly. When she released him with a wet slurp and look up into his eyes, there was a wildness in them that sent a shiver of anticipation through her.

“Get up Ana, I want to be inside you when I come.”

She rose unsteadily to her feet, and was about to crawl back onto his lap when he stopped her. She blinked down dazedly at him, wondering what his next command would be. He grinned sinfully at her, then grasped her hips in his hands and turned her around to face Nicholas.

“Nick wants to see, remember?” he murmured, his hands running up and down the outsides of her thighs. “So, let him see.”

A flush rose up her chest, heating up her skin as she looked at Nicholas. He was jerking himself off as he watched them, his expression indescribable.

There was heat, so much heat, but there was something else, something like awe.

Just as her gaze locked with Nicholas’, Xavier wrapped his hands around her hips again, tugging her backward to sit astride him. Her legs fall open, draping over his and splaying her wide. She could feel another gush of wetness leak from her.

“Fuck, Adriana.” Nicholas’ fist moved faster, his jaw clenching. “Jesus.”

He looked almost as undone as he did the night they fucked in the club, just from watching her with his brother.