Free Wild Pen Carrington by Sophie Angmering Page B

Dom’s voice was soft, hypnotic, yet still arrogant. Transforming into the voice of temptation as he asked, “Do you want him to fuck me?”
    Kate could not stifle the small, breathless moan that escaped her. Sweat beaded above her upper lip. Dom smiled at her slowly. “Or shall I fuck him?”
    Suddenly she was the trapped one. Dom was playing her, not the other way round. Not the way it should be. Her eyes desperately sought out the clock on the wall—subconsciously she did the sums that indicated she had just over an hour to go. Her instincts were that Dom had secrets on his ship. They also told her she was unlikely to last an hour with these two men and stay uncompromised.
    She had to stay strong. I have to stay in control .
    “What do you want me to do, Kate?”
    Kate gripped the arms of her seat with a white-knuckled hold, her discipline slipping.
    “I want to see you fuck him but I want to you to make him come for me first.” Kate’s strained words were unusually raw, her voice hoarse, her throat dry. She looked at the handsome man crouched before Dom—he had his eyes shut and seemed to be blissfully in the zone as he rubbed his tongue along Dom’s turgid length. Kate leant forward as she watched. “Get up, Ren,” she told him.
    Kate never used names. It was a way of keeping her distance. Not getting involved.
    “Ren.” Dom flexed his hips to drive his cock deeper into the man’s mouth and throat. “Ren, get up. The lady wants you fucked.”
    There, he did it again, stealing her control of the situation.
    “Yes, do get up, Ren,” Kate said, sweetly sarcastic. “Dom’s going to show you a really good time. Aren’t you, Dom?”
    A wry glance from Dom was all the response she got from either of them. Ren gave Dom a last lick before he climbed, with surprising reluctance, to his feet.
    “So, undo him.” Kate nodded at Ren’s breeches where an erection could clearly be seen pushing against the clinging, stretchy fabric. Dom unbuttoned him quickly, pushing the breeches down to Ren’s ankles. “Suck him, Dom. I want to see his cock in your mouth.”
    Dom cast a look from the corner of his eye that spoke volumes before putting his bound hands between Ren’s legs so that man was forced to widen his stance, his cock jutting upwards. Dom swallowed the swollen length easily, able to work Ren’s buttocks and balls with his hands given his positioning of them before he had even started.
    Ren came quickly with a low groan, obviously having been brought close to climax by servicing Dom. He closed his eyes, thrusting urgently into Dom’s mouth as he shot his load.
    “Swallow it,” Kate tortured herself. Her pussy clenched as she told Dom what to do, frantically trying not to imagine herself in his place, on her hands and knees, sucking and licking them both as they spent in her mouth. “Every last drop of it.” He did it in absolute silence, finally releasing Ren’s cock from his lips with a moist pop.
    “Fuck.” Dom was on his hands and knees, still painfully erect, Ren bent at the waist, spent. Both men were beautiful—the shape and definition of their muscles moved under their skin as they gasped for air in the heat of the cabin. Kate ran a hand over her face and felt the sweat rub onto her palm as she bit her lip to stop herself moaning again. She’d had fat middle-aged men doing this, hairy thick-set salvage dogs doing this, even passably good-looking privateers doing it.
    This time was different. She felt perilously close to the edge of her control. It was as stupid as it was dangerous and it was time to finish it before things got out of hand. Kate took a deep breath and stood.
    Ren and Dom stilled, watching her.
    “Come here, Kate.” Dom’s voice was soft. It pulled at the very part of her that had been in torment as she watched. Kate could only stare back at them, her pulse thumping in her ears.
    “I…can’t,” Kate croaked.
    At that point her commlink crackled into life.
    “Captain