Free The Playboy's Ménage (The Billionaire Bachelors Series) by RG Alexander Page B

instructions. Her breasts pressed against the brown leather and she studied the belt at her eye line, tempted to reach for it. “What now, Peter?”
    He caressed her cheek with his fingertips and she leaned into his touch like a cat, needing to be stroked. Needing him. “Now Henry is going to take what you’re offering before I’m tempted to show him how it’s done.”
    She heard the sound of clothes rustling behind her. “Far be it for me to ignore an order like that,” Henry muttered hotly. “Trap or payback, I don’t give a damn. I want her too much.”
    Peter was still touching her skin, distracting her. He traced a line down her neck and to her shoulder, which was covered in cherry blossoms and dogwood flowers. “Were these for your research, Holly?”
    She licked her lips, nodding. “I worked in a tattoo parlor for a book. Receptionist.”
    Henry gripped her hip with one hand and slipped two fingers inside her again from behind, making her gasp. “Oh lord.”
    “What do they mean to you?” Peter’s fingers pressed into her shoulder hard enough to get her attention. “The flowers—why did you get them?”
    Was he kidding? She held onto the back of the couch and rocked against Henry’s hand, silently begging for more. “Peter…”
    Henry groaned, removing his fingers and pressing the head of his cock against her sex. “Tell him, Holly. Give the strange man what he wants while I give you— Ah, Jesus, Holly your pussy’s so hot and tight.”
    His cock filled her and she cried out, “Yes, Henry! God .”
    “Holly.”
    She shook her head. Tattoos. He was asking about tattoos while Henry was stretching her with his big hard cock. “Empathy,” she groaned when Henry started to move. “Impermanence. Henry, yes. Yes—oh, renewal. They look similar, mean almost the same thing but they’re not— oh fuck, I can’t —they’re not the same.”
    Henry was moving inside her with long, deep strokes that made her crazy, and Peter’s hands were both cupping her shoulders now, his pants the only thing stopping her from taking his erection in her mouth. She was ready to yank off his zipper with her teeth.
    “Did you like it?” Peter’s voice was aroused. Rough. “Henry says it’s like good kink. Some pain and a big adrenaline rush that lasts for hours. Was it like that for you? Did you want more as soon as you were done?”
    “I liked it, damn it,” she cried. “Peter, what the fuck are you doing?”
    “Distracting myself,” he growled. “So I don’t ask Henry how it feels to be balls-deep inside our fantasy girl after all this time. So I don’t fill your mouth with my cock or take myself in hand while watching how perfectly you’re taking him. How greedy you are for more.”
    Yes. More. “More, Henry.” She was moaning loudly now, more than aroused by Peter’s words and Henry’s— Oh, yes . “Fuck me.”
    “Holly.” Henry’s thrusts gained force and she held on tighter for balance, loving it. Loving him inside her. Loving the way Peter was watching her as if nothing else existed.
    “Let me,” she pleaded, her body shaking with every hard stroke. She licked her lips and stared at his erection. “Peter, let me.”
    He let go of her shoulders and opened his belt with trembling hands, unzipping his pants with a hiss before spreading them open and gripping his erection. He was a beautiful man everywhere. She wanted him inside her too. Just a little closer and she could taste it. Suck him until he came. Have them both again. “Please.”
    “Is this what you want?” Peter’s eyes were wild now. “Henry’s holding on by a thread, so lost in you he’d let me do anything. He’s had years of practice, baby, years of perfecting his skills, but you make us forget it all. Make us desperate. You always have. And you’re close too, aren’t you? I can see it in your eyes. Fuck her harder, Henry. Faster. She wants it rough. She can take it.”
    Henry groaned and muttered her name again as