Down and Dirty, page 18
“Tony,” Jess gasped, once he was buried to the hilt.
“Hold on, angel,” he said, his words punctuated with a series of hard, fast thrusts. Rhys was spellbound for a moment, before he realized he wanted a piece of the action. He bent over her chest, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth.
Jess’s hands flew to his head, her fingers tugging his hair until his scalp stung slightly. “God!”
Jess’s vocabulary shrank to Tony’s name and his. Nothing else as the two of them worked in tandem to drive her to one orgasm, then a second. On the third, Tony was panting like a thoroughbred horse, his own climax imminent.
Rhys lifted his head to observe.
“Jesus, Jess. Fuck.” Tony stilled as he came, his eyes clenched closed tightly. Jess was trembling beneath him, both of their bodies glistening with the slight sheen of sweat.
Rhys ran his hand over the front of his pants, his cock threatening to erupt from watching the two of them in the throes of their own pleasure. He startled when Jess reached over, knocked his hand away, and began to stroke him herself.
Tony stepped away from the table, pulled off the condom, then hitched up his pants. Two quick movements, and he was put completely back to rights.
Jess remained on the table, her fingers caressing Rhys’s cock through his pants. “I want you,” she whispered.
“Impatient woman,” he said, no heat behind the words. He wanted her too. With a need that was almost painful. “We still haven’t finished the exam.”
Her brow furrowed, confused, until he reached toward the desk and lifted the tube of lubrication he’d grabbed from the same drawer as the paper robe.
Jess stilled but offered no words of complaint or concern.
“I’ll give you a choice, Jess. You can roll over onto your stomach. Or I’ll pull out the stirrups.”
“Fucking hell.” Tony’s softly murmured curse had Rhys fighting not to grin.
Tony Moretti wasn’t the only dominating bastard with an arsenal of kinky fantasies waiting to be played out.
Jess bit her lower lip, considering her options. “I…” she paused. “I think I want to roll over this time.” Her gaze shifted from Rhys to Tony, then back to him. “But I want to put the stirrups option in that bank for future times.”
Tony chuckled and tapped the side of this head. “It’s on the list. Roll over for Rhys, angel. I’m interested in watching Dr. Beaumont work.”
Chapter Fifteen
“You’re not watching, Dr. Moretti,” Rhys said, amusement lacing his tone. “You’re assisting.”
Tony didn’t need to be told twice. He rose from where he’d dropped down onto Rhys’s stool, working overtime to get control of his breathing, calm his heart, aware that those functions weren’t struggling merely because of having sex with Jess.
It was more than that. His emotions had never been so…engaged.
“Maybe we should check your reflexes a bit more.” Rhys had taken Tony’s position at the end of the exam table, and he was ready to expand on the “playing doctor” roles.
Tony joined them, stepping next to Jess.
Rhys pressed a button on the table, lowering her head until she lay completely flat. The paper beneath Jess no longer crinkled, now softer from her exertions. He grinned at the sight.
Tony had dragged his ass home, weary from work, tired from a shitty night’s sleep, and stressed over how Jess—and Rhys—might feel about their night spent together. While he’d known from the moment he’d kissed Jess that he wanted more, he was worried that Rhys and Jess would try to pull away, try to claim it was a heat-of-the-moment thing that couldn’t continue. He was aware that he had a tendency to be impulsive, and he’d feared that perhaps Rhys would use that as an excuse to step away to “think” about things.
And God knew Jess was still struggling with their living arrangement, unable to believe they would never kick her out or leave her stranded on her own again. Regardless of what had happened, they still had a long road ahead of them, convincing their brunette beauty that they were sincere in their desire to have her stay.
Tony was ready to put in that time, that effort, so he’d fully intended to show both his lovers the errors of their fears.
However, all that fretting had been a complete waste of time. He’d walked in this evening, Rhys had met him at the door, and boom—he was right back where he wanted to be.
Jess jerked when Rhys placed a hard smack on her ass, though Tony suspected the response was based more on shock than pain. After all, Rhys, thus far, had proven himself to be the gentler lover.
Tony glanced at his friend, feeling that same surprise.
Rhys must have anticipated his response because he was already looking at Tony, smirking in a “gotcha” manner. He raised his hand again and this time brought it down with some force, three times in rapid succession. Jess attempted to wiggle away, and when she couldn’t manage that, she threw her hands back, trying to cover her ass.
Rhys looked at Tony. “Restrain the patient.”
Jesus.
Fuck.
Rhys was blowing Tony’s mind. Though he’d never admit it to him, Tony had sort of expected Rhys to be a vanilla guy in the bedroom, all missionary and kisses. Rhys wouldn’t thank him for those assumptions, but they’d felt accurate, given his friend’s mild-mannered approach to life.
This guy.
Shit.
This guy was for real.
Tony reached for Jess’s hands, tugging them above her head as she continued to fight. If her efforts had been stronger, he would have released her, but he could tell she was putting up a token resistance at best. Even so, there was something that needed to be handled before they proceeded.
“Jess,” Tony said. “Hold still and look at me.”
She stopped moving, shifting her face toward him. Tony released her wrists, pushing her long hair out of her face so he could see her eyes.
“If you say stop, we stop. No matter what. Do you understand?”
Jess’s gaze locked with his, and that powerhouse attitude he was used to seeing on her face emerged. “I’m not going to say stop.”
“That wasn’t what I asked you. If anything hurts or scares you, you will say the word stop. Do you understand?” he enunciated, driving home the seriousness of his question.
“I understand.”
“Good.” Tony reached down and picked up Jess’s long-sleeved T-shirt, using it to bind her hands above her head.
Jess didn’t resist. In fact, given the way her eyes closed and she shuddered, he’d wage a year’s pay, the bondage was turning her on.
Satisfied, Tony gave Rhys a quick nod and the not-so-mild-mannered doctor continued spanking her until Jess’s adorable ass was painted pink. Then Rhys rubbed the tender flesh with firm strokes and squeezes as Jess sighed, her eyes still closed, a slight smile on her lips.
Rhys continued for several minutes, alternating between spanks and strokes, as Jess relaxed more and more. Tony watched the play, fascinated not just by his lovers but by himself. He wasn’t consumed by his typical desire to take control. Instead, he was curious about what else Rhys had in mind and filled with the unassailable knowledge that whatever it was, it would drive Jess out of her mind.
So Tony waited—uncharacteristically patient—while running his fingertips along Jess’s spine, from the nape of her neck to the small of her back, retracing the route over and over.
Jess didn’t bother to open her eyes when Rhys stepped away from the exam table to the desk, but Tony followed his actions with great interest. Especially when Rhys picked up a tube of lubrication, holding it up for him to see.
Tony nodded.
The short interaction was completely missed by Jess, who still hadn’t roused, too blissed out by the spanking and sensual massage.
“Open your legs,” Rhys said, as he returned to the table, handing Tony the lube.
Jess moved lethargically, her eyelids slowly opening, blinking several times as she attempted to focus her vision.
Rhys pushed her thighs apart when she didn’t do as he asked.
“Your response time is slow. Be sure to record that in her records, Dr. Moretti.”
Tony grinned. Rhys wasn’t finished playing his role yet.
“Your reflexes are good, Miss Monroe, but we might need to do more tests on that in the future.”
Jess looked over her shoulder at them, laughing breathily, joining the game. “There’s not a damn thing wrong with my reflexes, Dr. Beaumont.”
“That’s not for you to decide. I’m the doctor,” Rhys said. “Now be a good patient or I’ll do those tests now.”
Tony studied Jess’s face, saw the way Rhys’s admonition impacted her. He wouldn’t call Jess a submissive—not by a long shot—but she was definitely responding to Rhys’s dominant tone, his words.
Sunday night, Rhys had been the quieter of the two of them, letting his actions speak for him, while Tony engaged in dirty talk. The tide had turned today.
“I’ll be good,” Jess whispered.
Tony’s cock heard her response, the fucker thickening, despite the fact he’d just come a few minutes earlier. Something told him he was going to have to get used to walking around with a hard-on whenever Jess was near.
Rhys, breaking character, bent forward, covering Jess’s naked body with his fully dressed one. He kissed her on the cheek, stroking the soft skin with his nose affectionately. “You’re beautiful, Jess. Ready for the next part?”
Jess nodded eagerly, and Tony knew she didn’t have a clue what that next part was going to be. Obviously, she expected Rhys to fuck her, but they weren’t there yet.
“Fine,” Rhys said, straightening up once more. “Then we’ll begin with the anal exam.”
Jess pushed up onto her elbows instantly, drawing her still-bound hands beneath her in an attempt to lift herself off the table. Rhys halted the attempt with one hard slap to her ass.
“Lay back down, Jess,” he directed.
Jess’s eyes sought his.
“All you have to say is stop,” he reminded her.
And just like that, Jess calmed. She was no longer responding to what they wanted. Rather, she was thinking about it.
“Untie my hands,” she said.
Tony reached down and tugged the knot in the cotton free without delay.
He expected Jess to continue to rise, but instead she lowered herself back down, prostrate on the table.
“I’m ready,” she announced. “I want everything you’re willing to give me. Please.”
Jess had been chipping away at Tony’s heart since the day he’d lifted her out of that car and carried her into their home. Day after day, she’d stolen piece after piece. But now, she’d claimed the whole damn thing.
He was completely in love with Jess Monroe.
Tony bent forward and placed a kiss on her shoulder. He couldn’t resist her, wanting to shower her with kisses and hugs for the rest of her life so she never had to feel alone or lonely ever again.
Rhys must have felt the same way because he ran his hands over Jess’s back almost reverently. “So perfect,” he murmured.
Tony straightened and shifted, feeling as if everything he’d ever wanted was coming to life right here, in this room, in this moment.
Sunday night, they’d left too much—hell, they’d left everything—unsaid, but today, they’d come together willingly, without reservation, and with no intention of letting this end.
Moving toward Rhys, Tony ran his hand over Jess’s ass, still warm from the spanking, and once again, Rhys pushed her legs open.
Jess watched them over her shoulder, but this was one time Tony didn’t need to see her eyes.
He shook his head. “Face forward,” he said sternly. Then added, “Miss Monroe,” with a wink.
Jess laughed, but did as he said, shifting her gaze away from them, laying her head down, and closing her eyes once more.
Tony uncapped the lube as Rhys unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection, wrapping his hand around it, stroking. Tony admired his friend’s restraint. While Tony had already succumbed to his climax, Rhys had been waiting patiently in the wings. His dick had to be chafed from being so hard for so long in those pants.
“We want you to relax, to pay attention to the way this makes you feel,” Tony said.
Jess sighed in response, giving them her trust. That wasn’t something Tony took lightly.
He squeezed some of the lubrication on her anus, and Jess tensed for just a second before relaxing once more. Tony spread it around with one finger before slowly sliding it in. Rhys reached over and stroked Jess’s ass with one hand while the other stroked his dick.
Tony worked his finger in with shallow thrusts that grew deeper with each return. He felt Jess trying to resist.
“Relax,” Tony soothed again. Once his finger was buried completely inside, he turned his attention to Rhys, curious how he wanted to proceed.
Rhys reached for a condom and slid it on, then he stepped next to Tony, the two of them standing shoulder to shoulder. “You ready, love?” he asked as he pressed the head of his cock against the opening of her pussy. “Tony and I are going to take you together. This time, it’ll be my cock and his finger. But one day soon, you’re going to take both our cocks inside you at the same time.”
“God. Yes, please,” she whispered.
Rhys nudged Tony, bumping their shoulders together, a smile on his face. Then he thrust inside.
Tony could feel the same tightness Jess was experiencing as Rhys breached her. He let himself imagine what it would feel like if it was his dick filling her ass instead of his finger.
Rhys paused once he’d completed his journey, filling her to the brink.
“Ready?” he murmured.
Tony nodded, withdrawing his finger, pressing it in as Rhys pulled back. They took her in tandem, Tony thrusting into her ass every time Rhys retreated. Jess’s breathing quickened and soon she was lifting her ass off the table, offering more, inviting them to go deeper, faster, harder.
Tony applied more lube so that he could up the ante, slipping a second finger in with the first.
Jess gasped, then groaned. “Too much.”
“Is it?” he asked, because her words didn’t match her actions. She was still pressing back against them, silently demanding more.
Jess shook her head. “No. More. I want more.”
“You’re going to get more, angel. You’re going to get it all. One night, Rhys and I are going to take you to bed, where I’ll fuck your pussy and he claims your ass. You’re going to take both of us inside this pretty body, and then you’re going to know, without a shadow of a doubt, exactly who you belong to.”
Jess pressed her forehead against the table, her pussy and ass clenching as he spoke.
Rhys muttered a curse in response. Neither of them had stopped thrusting and his friend was reaching the cliff quickly, though Tony wondered if it was just the fucking or if Rhys was as turned on by the idea of double penetration as he was.
Tony hadn’t considered it before, but now that he had, now that they’d dipped their toe into this ocean, he wanted to dive in completely.
“I…want…that,” Jess said, her words coming out in hard breaths. “Now.”
Tony slammed a third finger into her, and Jess’s back arched as she cried out, coming hard.
“God!” she yelled.
Her ass clenched down so tightly around his fingers, it hurt. The same must have been true for her pussy, because Rhys quickened his pace for a few thrusts more, then stilled, coming as well, his fingers gripping Jess’s hips to hold her in place.
“Jesus,” Rhys muttered, his eyes closed with a pleasure that looked like pain. Tony knew that feeling well. It was fucking amazing.
Tony withdrew his fingers slowly, Jess whimpering, even as she clenched against them, as if she wanted to hold them inside.
“Tony,” she breathed. “Rhys.” Her eyes were closed, and Tony suspected she could fall asleep right where she lay if they’d let her. They’d taken her hard, both of them greedy bastards when it came to Jess Monroe. And even as fucking hot as this had been, Tony knew they’d only just scratched the surface of their desires.
“You okay, angel?” he asked.
“Better than okay. Can we do that every day after work?”
Tony chuckled as Rhys pulled out of Jess, disposing of the condom.
“I’m game if Tony is,” he said, breathing heavily himself.
“Fuck yeah. Come on, Jess.” Tony quickly washed his hands, then helped Jess up from the table, dressing her as Rhys put the room back to rights, cleaning up all traces of their less-than-professional use of his exam table.
Jess stepped into Tony’s arms once her clothes were back on, hugging him, burying her nose in his shirt. She was a good deal shorter than him, something that he failed to remember at times. In his mind, she was larger than life, a force of nature. It felt as if someone like that should be a hell of a lot taller. As it was, the top of her head came to his shoulders, so it was simple for him to add to his embrace, to drop a kiss against her soft hair.
“Aunt Berta and Jasper will be wondering where we are,” Tony murmured, sorry he’d said anything at all when Jess instantly pulled away.
“Oh my God, you’re right. I’m late. That’s not fair. Poor Berta has been—”
“Jess,” Tony said quickly. “She won’t mind.”
“Even so…” Jess didn’t bother to finish that statement. Instead, she grabbed her coat and headed for the stairs.
Tony raised his hand when Rhys started to speak. “I know. I know. I shouldn’t have said a damn thing. I know all about her issues with accepting help and constantly feeling like she’s imposing on us. I wish to hell I could figure out a way to make her realize this is her home and she’s not an unwanted guest.”
“I wish the same thing,” Rhys admitted. “But I’m pretty sure nothing but time is going to solve that problem.”
He and Rhys left the room, climbing the two flights of stairs to the apartment together. Aunt Berta was happily humming in the kitchen, the smell of pot roast filling the air. Tony and Rhys walked toward the living room, where they could hear Jess and Jasper’s voices.
