"Fuck yeah." Jonas groaned and engulfed both of her nipples into his mouth at once, while his partner held them in place for him. Nadia thought she'd die from the sensual overload.
Jonas' hands were stroking from the tops of her thighs, over her hips, to squeeze up her waist and ribs, only to slide back down again as he fed from her breasts. She looked from one unbelievably gorgeous face to the other, and she could hardly comprehend that this was real, the she wasn't dreaming.
"Spread your legs for us now, baby." Caleb ordered. "Let us in." Nadia's whole body jolted as the command, combined with everything else that they were doing to her, brought on a flash-flood orgasm that blindsided her. It was bright, hot, and short-lived, and it blew her freaking mind that it had happened at all. Orgasms were something that she had to fight and strive for, they took a lot of work and concentration on her part, not to mention all the effort men usually had to put into it. But yet, they'd barely begun and her body had already given one up.
A sharp bite on her nipples, along with a slap on one of her thighs, reminded Nadia that she had yet to follow orders. Her leg trembled like a leaf in the wind as she lifted it from his lap and set her foot on the floor.
"Not good enough." Caleb told her. "Wider. Spread yourself wider for us."
"Yes." She barely recognized her own voice. "Oh God. Yes sir." Then she lifted her leg and stretched it out onto the coffee table, leaving herself completely vulnerable and open to them.
Jonas' hand slid up the inside of her thigh so slowly, it was like he was trying to torture her. When his fingers finally reached their goal she didn't know whose groan was louder, his or hers.
"Fuck, Caleb." Jonas sat up with his eyes closed and his head tipped back in passion. "She's hot as sin and fucking drenched." His fingers were sliding in her juices, over the outside of her lips and trailing down to the crease of her ass then back up again. Nadia cried out again as she felt him spread her lips with one blunt tipped digit that he used to circle and tease at her opening. Jonas then looked back at her, just as he slid that long thick finger inside, and Nadia felt her walls clamp onto it like a vise.
"Tight as a fist, Caleb." Jonas groaned as his eyes went half-mast in pleasure. "Tight as a fucking fist. I knew she'd be heaven." Then he used the thumb of his other hand to start circling her clit while he pumped in and out of her. "Come for us baby. Come all over my fucking hand." Nadia screamed and did just that. Her body pulsed and clamped on him, helpless to do anything but obey as he worked her flesh like a maestro.
Caleb's hands hadn't left her breasts. He alternated between squeezing and massaging the entire things, to then torturing and tormenting just the ultra sensitive nipples. His touch was divine, unlike any she had ever known before. And it was a sensual feast for her senses. "So beautifully responsive, baby. God, where have you been hiding?"
As the tremors of aftershocks still rolled through her, Nadia felt them shift and move from beneath her. Jonas dropped down to kneel on the floor, staring at the vee of her legs. Caleb stood and grasped both her hands in one of his, bracketing her wrists in his firm grip. "Keep these here," he ordered, as he pressed her hands firmly into the cushion above her head. "I mean it, you don't want to test me in this. Don't move, and let us play." Then he bent over her and sucked one nipple deep into his mouth, just as she felt the wet velvet stroke of Jonas' tongue on her clit.
Nadia screamed and dug her nails into the cushion to keep from reaching out to them. Her body was alive in a way that she'd never dreamed possible. Sensations were bombarding her from all directions; their hands, their mouths, God even their voices as they groaned and moaned over her were instruments of incredible seduction.
Jonas settled his mouth firmly over her clit and started a rhythmic sucking, as he used two fingers to thrust hard and fast in and out of her. Caleb added to the madness by pressing her breasts together again, and taking sharp nibbling bites all over them. Nadia lost it. A climax like she had never before experienced exploded within her, like a sparkling firework that sent sizzling crackling sensations throughout her entire body. She didn't realize she was screaming until Jonas lurched up and latched his mouth on to hers.
His kiss was laced with the flavor of her orgasm as his tongue plundered and devoured. Nadia gave herself up to it and him wholeheartedly. She was forbidden to move, so she poured everything she could into that kiss to convey her desire, her pleasure, her need. If the only thing she was allowed to give back was her kiss, then by God, her kiss was going to have her very soul in it.
"Enough of this," Caleb said, his voice sharp and gruff. "I can't play anymore this first time. I need her now."
"Oh yes," Jonas agreed as he pushed up off of her. "Fuck yes." Nadia stayed where they'd left her, not so much out of obedience, but rather out of a lack of options. That last climax had left her paralyzed and dazed, so at the moment all she was capable of doing was staring up at them wide eyed and panting.
Caleb took off his clothes with quiet efficiency. Baring his sculpted torso one button at a time, as his fingers moved down his white shirt front first and then each cuff. He stared at her the whole time, his eyes coursing over her face, her hands still placed where he'd ordered them to be, and over her trembling body. When he moved to take off the slim black belt and dark trousers, Nadia gulped at the impressive length that sprang free.
Her eyes shifted to watch Jonas then. He was dressed casually in a T-shirt and jeans. He was just coming from the direction of the kitchen with a bag in his hand, having run in there while she was busy drooling over his partner. Just as he reached the couch, he tossed the bag to Caleb and then shucked out of his clothes much faster and with less finesse than the other man had. He whipped off the shirt and flung it behind him, and before it landed, his jeans and boxers were already shoved off his hips and halfway down his legs. Nadia's eyes drank in the sight of him, he was just as built and sculpted as Caleb, and when her eyes lowered, she noted that they were equal in endowments as well.
Jonas gripped himself firmly, and stroked from base to tip and back again, then slid his hand lower to massage the tempting sack beneath. Nadia's mouth watered as a primal hunger filled her. She felt the cushions under her legs shifting, and turned to see Caleb, condom in place, brace one knee on the couch and one foot on the floor as he positioned himself to take her.
"Safe word, baby girl?" Caleb said as he dropped over her, bracing his weight on one hand while he used the other to slide the head of his shaft in a tantalizing circle over her clit. "Tell us what your safe word is." Nadia shook as her body teetered on the edge of a desire that was razor-sharp.
"Bruce. It's Bruce Sir." Then she screamed as he filled her with one, long, hard plunge.
Ecstasy like she had never known washed over her in relentless waves as his hips began a pounding rhythm. Caleb used the grip of his free hand to position and tilt her hips into each driving thrust, and the vibrations ricocheted in every nerve ending she possessed. Nadia's hands and even her feet tingled and warmed, as another earth shattering climax gathered in her center and burst upon her like a thunderstorm.
Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, and her mouth open as she gasped for air in a desperate bid to get oxygen into her body, when Jonas cupped her chin. "Open for me baby, you can take us both." Then the salty, damp head of his shaft slipped between her lips. Nadia moaned in delight at the feel and taste of him, and sucked as hard as she could to draw him deep inside. "Aww, fuck," Jonas bit out between clenched teeth. "That's so nice baby. So fucking nice. Goddamn." The texture was silky smooth against her tongue, and the flavor was a primal feast. Nadia lapped and sucked and drank at him with wanton abandon, while Caleb continued to drive into her with pounding force.
"Here comes another one." Caleb warned, his words barely understandable. "Fuck, she's going to come again. Amazing. Her cunt feels fucking amazing." Caleb shifted back and used both hands to position her hips as he increased the speed and the force of his love making. The change threw Nadia from
almost there to right there, and her mouth went slack around Jonas' cock as yet another orgasm imploded within her.
"Fuck it." Nadia was beyond being able to recognize which one of them spoke at that point, but it didn't matter. Both of them seemed to be on the same wavelength. Jonas gripped his fists in her hair and began thrusting in and out of her mouth with abandon, while delicious moans and grunting rumbled up from deep within his chest as he raced for his own orgasm. Likewise, Caleb started hammering into her with a speed and force she'd never before felt, and she knew he, too, was close.
Jonas got there first. His groans escalated to a full, deep guttural shout just before he pulled back from her lips, gripped his shaft with what had to be bruising force, and pumped as he came in a white hot splash across her lips, over her chin, and onto her heaving chest. She didn't know if it was the visual that Jonas provided, or if it was just perfect timing, but Caleb chose that moment to give in to his own climax as well. His hips thundered powerfully against her for two deep thrusts, and then he held himself flush against her as his entire body shook, and animal growls rumbled in his chest as he closed his eyes and came.
Chapter Five
Caleb collapsed forward with a moan and laid the side of his face on the silky skin of Nadia's tummy, careful to stay well away from the mess that Jonas had made on her lovely breasts. "Jesus, that was incredible. I think I'll just sleep right here." He felt her stomach muscles tremble as she gave a small laugh at his joke, and then her cool fingers stroked tentatively through his hair. He hummed in pleasure and squeezed on her sides a little to encourage her, and Nadia took the hint and added a little bite from her nails as she scraped them along his scalp in a massage.
"Incredible doesn't even begin to cover that," he heard Jonas say. Caleb cracked open one eye and looked up just in time to see his friend place a gentle kiss on her sweat dampened forehead. "Thank you, Nadia, baby. There are no words." And then he kissed her forehead again. "I'm going to get you a towel and then we'll clean you up." With what Caleb considered a heroic sacrifice, he pulled reluctantly away from Nadia and said; "Nah, I'll get it. I need to ditch the condom anyway, so you stay here with her and I'll be right back."
Normally Caleb wouldn't concern himself with his nudity, but she had close neighbors and he knew he'd be passing by some open windows that had yet to have the blinds lowered, so he shrugged into his slacks before he left, without bothering to fasten them, he figured that was enough of a nod to the neighborhood's sensibilities.
As soon as Caleb stepped into the hall, all his senses went on high alert. His body tensed for battle, he rolled up onto the balls of his feet, and shook his arms loose at his sides rather than tensing into fists. Wing Chun, a form of Kung fu made popular by Bruce Lee, was Caleb's preferred choice for hand-to-hand, out of all the training he'd received, and since his gun was back in the media room, it was his only option as he headed to investigate.
Each room was checked and cleared as he passed it in hardly more than a glance. Kitchen, dining room, sitting room, all deserted and clear. As he stepped out of the sitting room and into the entry way, Caleb cursed quietly and viciously. The front door was wide open. And the alarm was blinking a clear, bright green to show it had been deactivated. Caleb could all but hear the son of a bitch laugh as he stood in the doorway and looked out into the street. He knew the bastard was long gone. The high alert he'd felt a moment ago -that had kicked in way too late- must have come from the open door. After all his years of experience, Caleb had learned to trust his instincts, so he didn't question how he knew the three of them were alone now, he just knew. If only he hadn't let his guard down earlier, they may have caught this asshole tonight. He wasn't the type to beat himself up over something he couldn't change, so after a mental kick to his own ass, he let it go and moved on to what his next move should be.
Options as well as scenarios flipped through Caleb's mind like he was combing through the pages of a book, until he landed on what he considered their best course of action, as well as the most likely explanation for how the house had been breached. Once those things had been settled on in his thoughts, Caleb turned and shut the door. He didn't bother resetting the alarm, considering it had been compromised. Instead, he just hurried to the bathroom, took two seconds to clean himself up, then headed back to Nadia and his partner carrying a damp, warm washcloth and dry hand towel.
"Hey buddy," Jonas said when Caleb walked into the room. "Took you long enough. We almost started round two without you, didn't we baby?" Jonas was sitting on the couch, with Nadia's head resting in his lap, while he stroked his fingers through her hair with one hand and the other he had wrapped around one of her gorgeous breasts.
Caleb smiled without replying, and sat on the coffee table facing them. With a gentle touch he began to wash her, first her lovely face, then her elegant neck, followed by that tempting chest. He didn't have to look at Jonas to know that his partner had picked up on the fact that something had gone wrong. The other man had suddenly started pumping off aggression like a Ford belching black exhaust. Jonas didn't say anything, however, he was waiting to hear what Caleb had to tell them and letting him take the lead.
"Nadia, darling," Caleb began in a calm and reasonable tone. "When we changed the code on your alarm, who did you give it to?" Nadia's eyes flew open, and Caleb could see worry bloom inside them. She damn well should be worried, he thought. She had been told not to give the code to anyone, not even her parents. But the look on her face told him everything he needed to know, and if she were his sub in truth, she'd have one hell of a spanking in store for her.
"I'm sorry," was the first thing she uttered.
"That doesn't matter. We'll deal with it. Just tell me who you gave it to."
"My parents, my best friend Julie and my agent Johnny." Unable to stay quiet a moment longer apparently, Jonas dropped his head to the back of the couch with a curse. "But those are all people I trust! None of them are the stalker. None of them would hurt me or give the code out to anybody." Her eyes pleaded with him to understand. Within them he also saw the horrible realization that one of them had indeed failed her. One of them had broken the trust that she had placed with them, and Caleb could clearly see the wound it made on her heart.
"Baby, we went over this two days ago in grueling detail. There is a reason we insist on being the only two people alive who know your security code."
"But-" Nadia tried to interrupt.
"But nothing." Caleb cut her off. "On my way to the washroom I found the front door wide open and the alarm deactivated." Jonas let fly more cursing while horror leeched every ounce of color from her face.
"We can't keep you safe, Nadia, if you go behind our backs and undermine the measures that we take to ensure that safety." Contrite and remorseful, Nadia bit her lip, and nodded up at him as tears filled her eyes.
"Oh shit." Caleb felt her tears like a solid punch to the solar plexus. "Don't do that, baby girl. Don't cry. He's gone for tonight, and we'll plan what to do from here in the morning. Just to be safe, you'll be sleeping with us, so there's no need for you to fall apart right now. Okay?" Nadia sniffled, and tried to hold it together, and it damn near broke his heart when her chin quivered and that plump bottom lip turned down at the corners. "Okay," she agreed, in a small watery voice.
"Okay, then," Caleb confirmed in a voice meant to soothe. "Let's get you upstairs and tucked in." He held a hand out to her, and though hers trembled slightly, the expression on her face was all about trust.
Early the next morning Caleb was making coffee, while Jonas was whipping up pancake batter. They had left their brand new sub dead to the world in a sprawl in the middle of her bed. Considering that the two of them had kept her up until the sun was peeking through the blinds, they were willing to let her sleep. As for them, staying alert and active on little or no sleep was second nature to their way of life.
So despite the early hour and the lack of sleep, they had already showered, dressed, and put in some work.
Both of them were also wearing their guns this morning. Caleb, dressed in his preferred white button up with dark slacks, had his in his shoulder holster, whereas Jonas, dressed in his preferred jeans and a T-shirt, carried his gun on his hip.
"You able to get anything out of the security company this morning?" Jonas asked, while batter sizzled when he poured it onto the hot griddle.
"No." Caleb answered with frustration ripe in his voice. "Considering we were the only ones who were supposed to have the code, there was only one registered. It would be different if there were several codes issued, then we would know which one was compromised." Caleb handed Jonas his coffee while his partner looked at him like he'd grown a second head.
"What?" Caleb asked with a frown. "What's that look for?"
"Are you serious, dude?" Jonas returned with a frown of his own. "Did you honestly just explain to me how a security system works like this is my first day on the job?"
"Shit." Caleb dropped his head and used his thumb and forefinger to rub at his eyes. "Sorry about that. I guess I must be tired or something."
"Or something." Jonas shook his head at him and flipped a perfectly golden cake so it could brown on the other side."After breakfast I'll run a check on the agent's office lines. See if any calls in or out match the number from the call last night. You and I both know that's the most likely for the breach." One of the perks of being ex Secrete Service was connections to access things just like this without a lot of red tape.
"Yeah," Caleb agreed as he took a swig of his coffee. "It's either him or someone with access to him."
Caleb cursed as he considered that. "It would be too fucking tidy if it turned out to be the agent. Which means that the suspect pool is as wide and long as every client he has, and all his employees."
"Oh, and let's not forget his personal circle too, along with the cleaning crew, and any person who has access to his phones and computer." Jonas threw in with disgust.