To Have and Hold (The Club #19) Read online

  Before I could gather a coherent humiliating thought, Adam curled his hand around my neck kissing me. His tongue surged through, and I accepted him willingly. There was no permission, no hesitation. My mouth was his. His tongue's strokes were masterful and demanding. Yet at the same time, he held back, knowing how to tease, to elicit a reaction from me and this time his teasing was making me frustrated. While Brock's was playful before taking what was his, Adam was bang on the buck, no quarter asked. Just a full lustful kissing that took my breath away.

  Brock let me go so I could be in Adam's arms. Adam's legs were braced apart, and as I stood in front of him, I felt his erection straining against his jeans. God I wanted to lie down right there and then and have him fuck me hard. Anticipation and frustration battled inside me as I started to liquefy under the heat of Adam's kiss.

  "Don't think about what happened to you before, Bettina," Adam whispered against my mouth. "This is a new experience. Give us a chance to erase those memories that keep you prisoner. Just feel everything Brock and I will do to you. We'll fuck you so hard that you'll forget what's holding you back."

  I melted at his words and my pussy twitched.

  Adam's caressed my arms, his touch gentle, comforting. Brock's heat was behind me as I felt him unzip my dress. I shivered as the cool air licked at my hot skin.

  "I'd like that." My voice was husky. "But I have to tell you why—"

  Adam placed his forefinger over my mouth, shaking his head. "Not now. My cock is so hard I might just spill. We can't have that when I want to cum inside you."

  Shit, all this talk about cocks was making me desperate to fuck. Good thing I was on the pill.

  "Don't forget me, babe." Brock chuckled behind me. He swept my hair away from my shoulder and nipped it. The sensation went straight to my pussy. "Would you like to suck my cock before I feed it into your hungry pussy?"

  "Oh God, yes." My eyes closed as pleasure zigzagged through my entire body down to my clit. This had been my ultimate fantasy. I would do what Brock and Adam said. This was our time and nothing outside including my past was going to destroy this.

  Chapter Seven

  My dress fell to the floor in a heap of white. Strong, hard-working hands and firm long ones touched me everywhere. I was panting when Brock unfastened my bra freeing my breasts and letting the air tease my hardened nipples. I threw my head back, and my body arched when Adam took that nipple into his mouth—Brock took another. I moaned and gasped as their hands kneaded my flesh while their tongues laved at my tits adding to the sparks of desire in my core.

  Through half lidded eyes, I ran my hands over whatever body I could touch wanting to get them out of their clothes. As though reading my mind, they let go of my breasts and undressed in front of me, their gazes dark with desire I'm sure was mirrored in my own. I sat, watching them undress. I was surprised to see Adam had several rings of tribal tatts that merged with a larger one running halfway down his back. The sight increased my excitement adding that to seeing their aroused cocks bobbing out of their boxers. They walked to me, their intentions clear in their eyes. My pulse was running away with my heart. Lust ran thick and languid through my veins as I moved backwards to the centre of the bed.

  "Bet your pussy tastes as sweet as your lips." Adam's lust filled gaze roamed over my body. My breath whooshed out of me at his words, and I lay down waiting for them to come to me.

  "My pussy is dying for your tongues to lick it." I couldn't stop panting.

  "All in good time," Brock spoke, his voice deep. "Adam and I want to see how pink and pretty it is. We want you to watch us play with it, and finger fuck you." He moved to the bed, kneeling at the edge as he removed my panties. "Would you like that?"

  Sweet heaven, I was about to come if they so much as placed feather touches on my sex.

  "Do you like to watch, Bettina?" Adam lay on my right side while Brock reclined on the left. I leaned on my elbows while they both took turns worshipping my tits. "Do you get turned on seeing others fuck?"

  "Yes." I couldn't help it. I loved the look of pleasure on peoples’ faces when they fucked—made love, it didn't matter to me. I found joy when I saw them in the throes of ecstasy as each fulfilled the other.

  But not everyone had the same perspective. To many, I was a pervert. A deviant. The devil's spawn. Sex was vile, they said. I couldn't understand why something so beautiful was used as a soap box for the ills in the world. Yet, I knew that many of the people who had condemned me and denounced that which was pleasurable rutted their way behind the facade of hypocritical righteousness.

  "Babe, stay with us."

  Adam's voice centered me. His voice was a lifeline I clung to as my thoughts threatened to take me back. Brock turned me to face him, and I sucked in a breath at seeing his impressive length jutting upward between his muscled thighs. He growled softly when I took his hot length in my hand the same time I took Adam's cock in my other hand. I closed my eyes, concentrating on pumping them, the soft skin taut over the rigid hard muscle before giving way to bulbous heads dripping with their own lust. Two cocks to suck and fuck. I don't know if that was every girl’s wet dream. It sure was mine.

  "Are you going to add to your tatts?" I kissed Adam's chest before licking his hard nipple, eliciting a growl from him.

  "Sweets if it's going to make you lick me like that, I'll definitely consider that." Then Adam gripped my head and kissed me making me accept his brand of possession. My body twisted towards him so I could touch his body, his skin tightening under my fingers. I felt Brock's lips on my stomach, his tongue trailing up to the side of my breast before taking a needy nipple into his mouth. I gasped against Adam's mouth, and he groaned. I couldn't help it. I lay on my back, one of my hands buried in his hair while my other hand held Brock at my breast.

  "I need your cocks." I gasped when Adam let go of my mouth, and he nipped down the column of my throat. But they didn't listen, both of them engrossed with worshiping my body.

  My body writhed under their touch. Every inch of my skin heating up with a desire I couldn't control if I wanted to. Their groans and my sighs filled the room, their mouths alternately taking mine before taking my breasts. Soon, their fingers lowered. I gave a throaty moan when Brock took his time caressing my waist and hip before gently opening me. Excitement made me pump him faster, and we both groaned as his fingers found my soaked slit.

  "Fuck yeah." He breathed against my ear before lowering his head to my tit. Desire surged through me. I felt like a star glowing before hurtling into the darkness of the universe, but I wasn't there yet. "We are definitely going to eat you out, and there'll be some more for desert." His lips moved away from my wet nipple, making his way down the bed to position himself between my legs.

  My attention turned to Adam, whose gaze raked down my heated flesh.

  "So beautiful," he murmured. He looked at Brock, whose face was poised at my opening. I shuddered when Brock's hot breath blew against my pussy. "Love the way you pump my cock, babe. Your hand feels so good." He dipped his head to give me a thorough kiss before letting go. "I love to watch too so let's see Brock eat your pussy. Later we'll both finger fuck you."

  I could only moan.

  "Watch, Bettina." Brock's voice invaded my pleasure-drugged brain. I opened my eyes.

  Adam went down beside Brock. Two pairs of eyes trained on my core, filled with the same unbridled lust as I had in mine, their hair ruffled by my hands.

  "Please," I begged.

  Then I felt fingers opening me and finally finding my clit. My hips lifted at the sheer pleasure of their touch burning straight to my brain.

  "Yes!" I opened my eyes once more and saw that it was Adam who found that bundle of nerves.

  "Like that baby?" Brock's slow grin nearly undid me before he inserted a finger inside me.

  "Oh God...please. More..."

  Two of them rubbed my clit, even as their fingers glided in and out of my hole. I gripped the bedsheets, fisting them as my head turned fr
om side to side as waves upon wave of bliss threatened to make me unravel. My walls eased to accommodate their fingers. Then their fingers disappeared.

  "Ahhhh..." I was whimpering more now when I felt someone's tongue flick against my clit before taking in my whole pussy. My hand automatically held the head against my core.

  Adam. Shit. His tongue lapped me up, swirling against my hood and seeking my clit. The sounds turned me on further. He ate me like I was the most delectable fruit. I was reaching my peak.

  "So delicious...my Bettina." Adam's dark gray eyes held mine as his tongued swiped then flicked fast against my pampered clit.

  "God, yes!" My eyes rolled back.

  But Adam moved away. I opened my eyes, and before I could protest, Brock gripped my hips, pulled me further towards the end of the bed and rolled my hips up before plundering me with his tongue.

  "Baby, I knew it." Brock's lips smacked against my pussy, his eyes gleaming. "Your pussy tastes so good."

  And when he swirled his tongue inside me, I screamed. Adam's finger kept rubbing my clit while Brock tongue-fucked me. My orgasm finally hurtled me into that space only found in dreams. My body arched and I felt a mouth latch on my pebbled nipple.

  I thought I wouldn't be able to come down from that delirium, my arms floundering on the bed trying to find something to keep me from falling further. Before the tail end of my orgasm left me, I was turned on to my stomach.

  "Now my sweet, I will fuck you." Adam rasped, raising my hips roughly and positioning himself at my entrance. I was putty on the bed, my hair falling around my face, my back straining straight as I tried to raise on all fours.

  "Stay down," Adam commanded. I did as he ordered, my ass the only thing raised up. From my side vision, I saw Brock pumping himself. God, I wanted to suck him. I moaned when I felt the head of Adam's cock slide along my cleft before he entered me slowly. Gently but firmly, he fed himself into me, the nerves at the mouth of my pussy quivering in both pleasure and pain. Damn, he was big. I gasped. Adam stopped.

  "Don't stop, please." Was I wailing? Shit, I didn't care. I just needed this. Needed to be fucked hard because that was how I liked it. I was too needy to hold up my pride. This was my kink.

  This was me.

  "Fuck me hard, Adam. Please!"

  I screamed, my head rising from the bed when Adam surged into me with one thrust.

  "Yes." I was sobbing. It felt so good. In my haze, I searched for the other man whose pleasure I now sought as Adam rammed his beautiful cock into my pussy.

  "Brock." I gasped, reaching out for him. Brock sat in front of me easing down so that his cock was just centimeters from my mouth. I smiled at him. "My turn."

  As soon as my lips wrapped around his girth, he groaned, his green eyes darkening. I watched him watch me. I moaned against his cock as my head bobbed up and down —the sparks of pleasure from Adam's cock going in and out of me. Brock held the length of my hair away from my face so he could see me suck him. I licked his length, held his cock as my lips pursed and moved up and down him. I pumped him when I gently rolled his balls in my mouth.

  "Shit, Bettina, that feels good." Brock gritted his teeth.

  "You feel good from where I am," Adam growled. "Your pussy is so tight, babe. Sucking me deep inside you."

  To pamper and be pampered. That was the theme of the night. They changed places, and my forehead puckered slightly. Brock was thicker, and my pussy had to adjust to his girth. But when he started to move, lust slammed through me once more, and I moved against him while I pampered Adam's cock with my mouth.

  "Fuck it, Bettina." Adam groaned before holding my head steady to fuck my mouth. I moaned. That drove him wilder. Brock was on the verge as well and the harder he fucked me from behind, the closer I was to my own sweet oblivion until Adam gave a harsh shout and came inside my mouth. I lapped every ounce of his seed, the salty, tangy taste filling me until I gave a muffled scream as my own orgasm lashed at me causing me to tremble. With two more thrusts, Brock gave a guttural shout before he withdrew so his warmth bathed my ass.

  It was heaven for me lying wrapped in the arms of two men who fucked differently but with no less passion. They lulled me to sleep with kisses and words I could no longer fathom once I sank into slumber.

  Chapter Eight

  Adam took me home the next day—but not before he and Brock fucked me once more. I was engrossed in giving Adam a blowjob when I froze. Brock’s finger was sliding slowly into my ass. I twisted around to him. He had a lopsided smile while he alternately looked at me and looked at what he was doing.

  “Like this?”

  I could only whimper before I faced Adam to put my lips over his cock. I sucked in my breath before I closed my eyes. The sensation was different. Brock continued to feed his finger into my ass, circling my rosette then entering doing this several times until he hit that barrier inside. Then I felt fingers inside my pussy at the same time. God. That was hot. Brock continued to finger both my holes, easing two fingers then three into my ass, stretching me. I squirmed not because of the intrusion.

  I wanted to him to fuck my ass.

  But Brock had other plans. When I whined, both my men threatened to withhold having sex with me.

  I shut up. He and Adam promised me that they’d have me at the same time soon. So going home the next day was somewhat of a disappointment, but I understood why they wanted to take it slow. As it was, I was already sore—deliciously so. I wasn’t so sure if I could walk let alone stand when I went home. Being pampered between the thighs had its side effects. My legs were like jelly, and I just wanted to sleep before the next fuck fest.

  Brock would have wanted to join us, but he got called to the construction site of one of the condominium developments not too far from The Club. In the light of day, with my hair a bit mussed, Adam chuckled at the sight of my heated cheeks.

  “You blush beautifully, Bettina.” He ran a knuckle down my cheek. “Just like your pussy. Sweet and blushed.”

  I grinned up at him as my arms went around his neck.

  “Love your cock, too,” I complimented softly. My pussy clenched at the memory, the stirrings of hunger starting once more. “Oh Adam, I thought I wouldn’t be able to take you in.” I rose on tiptoe. “Fuck me again?”

  “Babe you don’t need to ask,” he murmured as he squeezed my ass. “I can fuck you now if you want but seeing as we are in the hallway outside your flat, I don’t think your neighbors will take kindly to you screaming the house down as I shoved my thick cock into your tight pussy.”

  I slapped his chest playfully as we both laughed. Adam was right. He was the voice of my reason. While I liked watching and being watched, the hallway of my apartment wasn’t exactly a place to get it on. I was glad that The Club’s rooms were soundproof. If I didn’t scream the house down, I would have had pleasure overload and passed out.

  “Thank you.” I meant it. The whole time I was with them both, the sinister laughter that kept me locked inside myself slowly disappeared until I could hardly hear the sound.

  Adam suddenly swooped down to take my mouth, and I melted into him.

  “I don’t know about Brock,” he said. “But I can’t get enough of you, now that I’ve tasted you.”

  Tingles of excitement swirled in my belly. “But today’s Saturday. I’m not a member, and I won’t be able to enter The Club.”

  “Not if you’re with us.” Adam lifted my hair from my neck, cradling my head. “We can either pick you up from here, or Dennis can take you. Besides, it’s Saturday Night Freedom.”

  “What’s that?” My forehead puckered.

  “When it’s free for all. We’ll not be the only one fucking like rabbits.”

  I threw my head back laughing. “My, Mr. Hunter, you do have a way with words. Okay. If Dennis decides to go, I’ll join him.”

  The smile that lit Adam’s handsome face filled with me with a different kind of pleasure. It made my heart float and sing. While I enjoyed myself immensely last nigh
t, I didn’t delude myself into thinking what I had with these two incredible men would lead to something more serious. This was a fuckship. That was all. For me, relationships were never permanent. There would always be something missing, and people would always be searching. Adam and Brock were the closest maybe I could ever hope for a ‘the one’ relationship. Because just like that, the square peg changed shape and slotted perfectly into the blank space in the puzzle.

  * * *

  Nights with Adam and Brock were intense. Saturday night at The Club just heightened my lust when I saw all sorts of kink displayed. I watched the intricacies that went into shibari, watching the pliant bodies of the subs eventually suspended in silence. Brock and Adam brought me to the Voyeurisme Magnifique where we watched people reach heights of ecstasy only a few were fortunate enough to experience.

  “Care to try, Bettina?” Adam whispered in my ear. I could feel his hard on at my side while Brock was behind me, holding me around the waist. He too was aroused at the sight of the foursome going at it.

  “Maybe some other time,” I whispered, too turned on at what I was seeing.

  When we left the room, we went to the room Brock reserved for us, and we fucked each other—hard. They still didn’t take my ass but continued to dance their fingers in and out it and tease with a lick.

  This was what I wanted. They weren’t Doms but they commanded me, and I obeyed. At least I thought so. I had no experience when it came to BDSM. There were nights when they’d restrain me in bed and withhold my orgasm.

  But that’s what made it all the better. I didn’t think there was this kind of heaven, not even in Houston when I dabbled in kink did I experience this kind of bliss. The pleasure started from my core, spreading over my belly where butterflies flew around in a frenzy. The ecstasy built in increments as it rose up from my sex to my spine, my chest, suspending my breathing, until that unforgiving moment when Brock and Adam allowed me my release, and I’d scream. No…I’d shriek, unable to stop the euphoria rushing through me like a freight train.