Page 71 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

My heart hammers against my ribs. I take a stuttery breath and lick my lips, raising my eyes to his. “Please lick your pussy, Maddox.”

“Clear the coffee table. I want you on it, on your back, your legs spread for me.”

He’s making me walk some more? With each step I take, my orgasm threatens to overtake me.

I carefully clear the table of the wine, the chips, and the chocolate, moving everything to the kitchen, painfully aware that Kai and Maddox are watching me with lust-filled eyes.

Any other day, I’d add a sway to my hips, but right now, all my effort is focused on holding my orgasm back.

If I rub my thighs together, I’m going to explode like a firecracker, and something tells me I won’t enjoy my punishment.

More than that, I don’t want to disappoint them. I want to obey, I want to push myself and see what I’m capable of taking. I want to stretch my limits.

Once the table surface is clear, I sit down on the edge and lay back, my legs spread. Maddox groans as I assume the position he ordered. “So fucking gorgeous, Avery.”

He slides onto his knees, and then, at last, I feel his tongue at my pussy.

I try hard to keep my hips still, but I can’t. I push into Maddox, desperate and pleading. “Stop wriggling,” he says, both amused and stern. “Or I will tie you down. Your curtain ties will do the job nicely.”

Oh God. They’re so fiendishly creative, and I love it.

He spreads my folds with his fingers, giving him better access. His tongue traces a path up my slit, stopping to nibble at my inner lips. A full-body shudder runs through me when he finally flicks over my clitoris, and I clench my hands into fists.

I’ve forgotten about Kai until I feel him near my face, his cock inches from my lips. “Look at me,” he says, his voice low and intent.

I force my eyes into focus, and his finger brushes my lower lip. My mouth parts and I open for him. “So eager,” he says approvingly. “So ready.”

“Yes,” I pant, hearing the desperate, fevered edge in my voice. I like this version of me. Eager, and uninhibited, unashamed about my desires. It feels freeing.

Maddox’s tongue skitters over my clit, then around it.

Over and around, again and again, the steady rhythm driving me wild, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Please, may I come,” I gasp, arching off the coffee table as pleasure ripples through me.

Kai’s cock bobbles just out of reach, and I strain toward it, wanting to taste him, to feel him in my mouth.

I forget I’m not supposed to move until Maddox draws his hand back and spanks my pussy sharply.

“Oh fuck yes,” I hiss, my insides clenching hard at the slap. “Do that again.”

Maddox removes his mouth from me. “Are you telling me what to do, Avery?”

Fuck. If he stops now, I’ll die. I will roll up into a ball of unfulfilled need and shrivel away to nothing. “I’m sorry,” I whimper, a tear leaking down the corner of my eye. “I’ll behave. Please don’t stop.”

Kai’s fingertip traces the teardrop. “Check in,” he says gently. “How are you?”

“Green. Just really, really desperate to come.”

He laughs wickedly. “That’s not really up to you, is it? Open your mouth. Wrap your pretty pink lips around my cock.”

Finally. “Thank you,” I babble. “Thank you.” I don’t recognize myself in this feverish, desperate creature that falls on Kai’s cock as if she’d be incomplete without it.

Maddox resumes licking me. He pushes two fingers into me,twisting them around and ramming them in and out of my slick wetness. I moan my pleasure around Kai’s cock. He’s pushing on my g-spot, and my muscles clench around him, my climax impossible to hold back at this stage. “I can’t,” I whimper.

“I’m going to fuck you, Avery.” It’s phrased as a statement, but I hear the request behind it, and my heart warms. I’m really glad he asked.

I pull myself off Kai’s cock for a second and look into Maddox’s brown eyes. I don’t know what’s going on with the three of us. It’s far more complicated than it appears on the surface. There’s too much passion binding us together.

Passion’s no guarantee of anything. The one thing I’ve learned in my line of work is that relationships fall apart for a thousand different reasons that have nothing to do with desire.

The next fourteen weeks will be bumpy and thorny, tricky and knotty.

But there’s no doubt about this one thing.

I want Kai to come in my mouth. I want Maddox to take me now.

“You have a condom?”

He nods wordlessly.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Please fuck me.”

His eyes darken. “Get on your hands and knees.”

I reposition myself on the coffee table, and reach for Kai’s cock, opening my mouth and taking him in. He winds his hands through my hair. “You want this?” he asks, tight and hard. “Show me.”

I open wider, take him deeper. He thrusts into my mouth, holding me in place.

Maddox rolls the condom on, and teases me, rubbing his head over my slit, once, twice, thrice, testing my control, my ability to follow orders.

Summoning up willpower I didn’t know I had, I make myself hold still.

“Good girl,” he says, his hands gripping my hips.

“Smack my thighs if you want me to stop.”

And then they stop teasing and give me the fucking I’ve been waiting for almost ten years.

My eyes water and I make helpless, gagging noises as Kai fucks my mouth.

Maddox slams into me, deep and hard, his thick cock stretching me wide open.

My muscles clamp around him, begging for more.

His fingers grip my hips so hard that I know I’ll have bruises in the morning.

I don’t care. I want the bruises, the aches, the soreness. I want everything they give me.

My fingers clamp down the side of the table. Every thrust from Maddox rocks me deeper onto Kai’s cock. It’s carnal and intense, dark and overwhelming, and I love every depraved, dirty second of it.

I whimper and moan, sounding like a wounded animal.

They move steadily and relentlessly, not holding back, giving me everything I want and more.

Maddox’s thumb rubs my clitoris as he pumps into me, steady, firm touches that have me balanced at the blade edge of my orgasm.

“Please,” I whimper around Kai’s cock, the words muffled.

Maddox’s thrusts are faster now, more uncontrolled. This feels so good. The friction is exquisite. My body is liquid heat. My muscles tighten and clench. I don’t know what I would do if he denies me permission, because I can’t hold back, not anymore. I need to come now.

I make noises in my throat, incoherent moans and grunts and begging. Hot desire twists in my core. The slap of Maddox’s hips against mine sets my lust flaring. He’s hitting my g-spot with each thrust, and my muscles start to quiver, shivering, trembling need overflowing in me.

Maddox relents. “Yes,” he breathes. “Come for me, Avery.” Then he pinches my nub hard, and I explode. I shatter into a billion little pieces, buckling and writhing, shivering as sharp bursts of pleasure spike through me.

Dimly, I’m aware of Maddox’s choked-off shout, of the way Kai grunts and tightens his grip on my hair as he comes deep in my throat. Maddox’s thumb keeps up its steady assault on my clitoris, coaxing every last bit of my release out of me, until I whimper and pull away, slumping on the table.

If this is what I get for being obedient, sign me up.

Eventually, I get to my feet, my body boneless and satiated. “I’m going to shower real quick, okay? Join me?”

Maddox shakes his head. “If we do that,” he says ruefully, “we’ll be here all night.”

Is that such a terrible thing? I bite back that question and head to the bathroom. I soak under the steaming hot water for five minutes, just allowing it to wash over me. My mind is empty. Tomorrow, I can analyze what happened in a thousand different ways, but right now, I’m just too wiped out.

Will they still be there when I come out?

I soap myself and towel off, and get dressed in a faded t-shirt and shorts. They’re nowhere to be seen when I emerge from my bedroom, and my heart sinks in my chest until I smell the coffee and hear the low murmur of voices from the balcony.

“Hey. You’re still here.”

“And we made coffee,” Maddox says. “I hope you don’t mind.”

I’m still shuddering with relief that they didn’t leave me, the way they had two days ago. “Well, you did buy me,” I quip lightly.

Maddox looks stricken, and I immediately wish I could take those words back. “I was making a joke,” I say hastily. “I’m glad you feel comfortable enough to make yourselves at home. Can I join you?”

“It’s your condo, Avery.”

Kai gets up to fetch me a chair from inside. I perch on it, and he watches me with another unreadable expression on his face. “Do you want a cup of coffee too?”

“That’d be great.”

“Milk, one sugar?”

I look up. “You remember the way I take my coffee?”

He holds my gaze. “Everything about those two weeks is seared in my brain, Avery.”

I swallow a lump in my throat. “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”

“Me neither,” Kai admits.

Whatever I was hoping to hear, that quiet admission wasn’t it. My face falls, and Maddox reaches out to me, lacing my fingers in his. “Let’s forget about Dublin,” he says. “We’ve got fourteen weeks at Club M, if you still want to do it. Let’s just enjoy it for what it is.”

Can I do that? I don’t know. I know I can’t walk away. “Okay.”

Maddox’s eyes are on mine. “Can I ask you a question? Why did you come to the club?”

I stare into the distance. “After the divorce, it took me a long time to get my shit together. I moved away from London. Moved here. Went to graduate school, got my degree. Tried to move forward, because if I allowed myself to dwell on what had happened, I would never be able to survive.” I cup my hands around the mug of coffee that Kai hands me.

“I never looked you up. It would have been too painful. Then your names came up in conversation.”

“By Fiona Clarke?” Kai asks. “She mentioned you to us.”

I look up at that. “You didn’t look me up either.”

Kai shakes his head. “I didn’t think it would be a productive use of my time.”

Although they have every right to feel this way, Kai’s comment still hurts. “Well,” I say lightly, “I was less disciplined than you. I wanted to see you and to apologize.”

“Was sex part of it?”

I feel myself blush. I’m glad it’s dark outside, and they can’t really see my face. “It crossed my mind,” I admit. “I didn’t know if you were single or even interested, but if you were…” My voice trails off.

“We’re both single and interested.”

Maddox leans forward. “Does the dominant thing bother you?”

I have to laugh at that. “Are you kidding? I’ve never been as turned on in my life.”

We finish our coffee in silence. This time, the silence feels warmer, less charged with tension. “Do you want a ride to the club?” Maddox asks eventually. “It’s a long drive.”

“What are we doing here?”

Maddox looks troubled. “Does it have to have a name?” he asks quietly. His fingers brush my skin. “I don’t want us to be adversaries, Avery.”

They don’t want to talk about the past. I have no idea if they’ve accepted my apology. I wish they’d ask me about Victor and make me tell them everything. It would be so much easier if they ordered me to talk.

But I’m going to have to cross this bridge on my own.

“Me neither,” I whisper. “I’d love a ride.”

They get to their feet. “We’ll pick you up Saturday at noon?”

“Any instructions?”

Maddox gives me a cocky grin. “We’ll keep you posted.”