Chapter 3

CHAPTERTHREE

No one’s ever accused me of being nice.

And Zayne knows it.

~ Ethan

PUTAIN. ETHAN COULDN’T possibly mean what he’d just said, could he?

But judging by the hand down Chloé’s shorts and between her thighs, she was thinking that answer was a firm yes. He’d meant exactly what he’d just said. He wanted a preview of her naked—now.

Chloé bit down into her lip and tightened her grip on his arm as she looked down to where his hand disappeared inside her pants.

“We’re, um, we’re outside…on a balcony.”

“On our balcony.” Ethan aimed a devilish grin at her that made her thighs clench. “Therefore, we are free to do whatever we like.”

Chloé scoffed. “I’m not sure it works that way.”

“No?” Ethan pushed his fingers further down and hummed when he found her wet and wanting. “Who’s going to stop me?” He glanced around. “Certainly not Zayne. He already has his hand on his cock. Not that he’s going to get lucky anytime soon. He owes me.”

“Motherfucker…” Chloé heard from behind, but she didn’t dare take her eyes off the man now teasing her.

“And you…” Ethan pushed a finger up against the soft cotton of her thong, pushing it a little inside her, causing a gasp to leave her throat as she dug her nails into his forearm. “You’re too turned on to stop. The only thing that’s making you pause is the thought of someone seeing us.”

That was exactly it. If they were anywhere other than on a balcony in the city, she’d be pulling her shorts off and straddling him in a heartbeat.

But they were on a balcony. They were in the city. And knowing anyone could look out and see made her—

“You hold the control here, Chloé. If you want us to stop, we stop.”

—nervous.

She couldn’t deny that she liked people watching her—them—and if she was being honest, she didn’t want to stop. She’d always enjoyed being the center of attention, likely a by-product of being spoiled rotten as a child, and that propensity had rolled over into several different aspects of her life. From school, to work, to relationships, and now to her sex life.

That had never been more apparent than on their trip to Paris. Their time at Le Bureau had opened her eyes to many sides of herself, and the biggest one was that she was an exhibitionist.

She got off to people watching her. But exploring that in a sex club versus a balcony, where anyone could see, were very different scenarios.

“Chloé.”

She looked down to see Ethan’s eyes locked on hers.

“I can feel your body pulsing around my finger. Do you want this?”

“I… Yes.” She nodded. “But what if someone sees?”

“Then they’re very lucky.” He licked at his lips, and Chloé wanted nothing more than to feel them all over her. “Now, take off your shorts and this cute little thong.”

He pulled his finger free and sucked it into his mouth. A groan rumbled out of him, and Chloé swallowed. The loose lounge shirt she wore with the shorts would barely cover her ass, but she wasn’t about to stop now.

She wanted this.

She wanted him.

And he was offering himself up for her to take.

She glanced at the windows looming in the distance, then took in a breath and hooked her fingers into the edge of her shorts and thong. As she inched them over her hips and down her legs, Ethan let out a growl.

“You have gorgeous legs.” He winked at her. “They’re even more so when naked and about to be spread apart for me.”

Chloé’s core throbbed at the sinful look he aimed at her as she stepped out of her shorts and thong.

“Give that to Zayne, would you? Let him smell just how aroused you are. Make his dick ache for you.”

She scooped up the thong and turned to where Zayne was lounged back on his seat, legs spread, hand shoved down his jeans. His erection was visible as he worked the hard-on beneath the denim, and when she got closer and he reached for the shorts, she watched as he brought them up to his nose and inhaled.

Damn. That was so sexy she reached for the hem of her shirt and curled her fingers around it for something to do with her hands.

Zayne’s eyes flashed fire.

“Let me see.” His voice was gruff, but his demand clear, as his eyes shifted to the juncture of her thighs that the shirt barely covered.

Chloé licked at her lower lip as she drew it up, revealing herself, and Zayne’s nostrils flared.

“Yesss. Now touch yourself.”

Chloé’s eyes flew to the many buildings surrounding them, until—

“Red?” Her attention immediately came back to Zayne. “I said to touch yourself.”

She knew exactly what he was doing—testing her. If she didn’t want to continue, she could end this right now. Say no, or just refuse. But her whole body was on edge, and the cool breeze blowing was doing nothing to help calm her down. Not when it felt like flames were licking through her veins.

She slipped her hand down until her fingers brushed over her bare mound, and sucked in a breath.

Zayne slumped down in the seat, the hand in his jeans moving a little faster as he buried his nose in her thong.

“More,” he grunted as she teased and tickled above her clit, then she slid two fingers down to start rubbing.

“Ah.” She moaned and squeezed her eyes shut, her head falling back as she began to rock her hips forward against her fingers.

“Yeah, there you go, Red. Get yourself good and wet for Ethan. I can’t wait to watch you ride him.”

As Zayne’s words penetrated her lust-addled brain, two strong hands gripped her hips and began to walk her back.

Her eyes flew open, and Zayne tossed her thong on the seat beside him and pulled open his jeans. The next thing she knew, his cock was free of its confines and right there for all to see.

Ethan said from behind, “Spread your legs, petite fille. Let’s see if you’re ready for me.”

* * *

THE COOL BREEZE up on the balcony felt fucking amazing against Zayne’s dick as he pulled it from his jeans and began to stroke.

Jesus Christ, Chloé was something to look at. Standing up here on the balcony, her shorts long gone, her white shirt billowing around her bare legs and her pussy glistening wet, waiting for them to dive in. Fantasy fucking material right there.

Ethan grabbed hold of her waist and walked her back. While Chloé had been stripping, and teasing herself for Zayne’s viewing pleasure, he hadn’t missed Ethan unzipping his pants and releasing his big, beautiful cock. He also hadn’t missed the fierce, hard strokes Ethan gave himself when Zayne took his own dick out for a little show and tell.

But he was ready to move on to the hands-on portion of the evening. Not that he’d be touching either of them anytime soon, judging by Ethan’s comment earlier. That didn’t, however, mean he wouldn’t enjoy the hell out of whatever Ethan had planned.

Zayne cast a quick glance around the buildings surrounding theirs. While Chloé had every reason to be nervous they might be caught, it was that very thought that made this even hotter for him.

What if someone did look out and see their girl riding Ethan like she was born to? It was none of their business. Not when they owned the place. So all he could think was: Enjoy the show, fuckers—I sure as hell will.

Ethan had scooted forward on the chair and Chloé was still facing Zayne, her legs now spread apart.

“Now,” Ethan said, in a voice that commanded every fiber of your being to obey. “I want you to watch Zayne stroke his cock for you, while I make sure you’re good and ready for me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Chloé bit into her bottom lip as Zayne started long, slow pulls of his dick. When her breath hitched in a sexy little whimper, he knew Ethan’s fingers had just penetrated her.

“Oh yes. You’re soaking wet, petite fille. Even wetter than before. You’re going to take me just fine.”

“Yes, sir. I want that.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Out here? Where people might see?”

Chloé swallowed and nodded. “Yes, right here. I don’t care who sees.”

“Good.” Ethan shifted on the seat and trailed his hands down to the hem of her shirt, then inched it up her thighs, revealing a glimpse of her pussy.

Fuckin’ hell, Zayne thought. Watching this is gonna be the sweetest torture of all.

“Okay, we’re going to go nice and slow.” Ethan took hold of his cock and positioned it. “Sit down, beautiful.”

Ever so slowly Chloé began to sit, and it was easy to see when Ethan’s plump head met her sensitive skin. She sucked in a breath and let out a low moan.

“Feel good, Red?”

She panted and nodded as she continued down, and when she was finally seated, Ethan put a hand to each knee and spread them over his thighs. The shirt fluttered down between her legs as she leaned back against Ethan’s chest, and Zayne thought she’d never looked sexier. Cute, cozy, and one hundred percent disheveled. By the time they were done with her, she was going to look thoroughly debauched.

Ethan slid his hands up her legs and down between her thighs, and Chloé began to move.

“Yesss. That’s it, beautiful. Ride me.” He took hold of the ends of the shirt and inched it up to reveal his cock deep inside her. “Show me how good you feel. Show Zayne…”

Zayne groaned, his eyes feasting on the erotic image the two of them made as Ethan began to circle her clit and Chloé moved up and down his shaft. She leaned her head back, and Ethan began to kiss and suck his way up under her ear, making her moan. She ran her hands up her shirt until she was squeezing and molding her breasts as she writhed on Ethan’s lap like she couldn’t sit still. The visual was one of the sexiest things Zayne had ever seen.

“Christ,” he cursed, and Ethan’s eyes found his with an invitation to come closer. Zayne was on his feet in seconds.

At the sound of movement, Chloé opened her eyes, and her glassy expression showed just how far gone she was. Zayne put a finger under her chin and angled her face up toward his.

“Do you know how fucking sexy you look right now?”

Chloé’s breasts strained against her shirt, her hard nipples playing hide-and-seek with him behind the white material. He fisted his length and gave it several pulls right by her parted lips, but just as he was about to direct it toward her mouth, he heard, “I don’t think so.”

Zayne looked to Ethan, and the wicked light in his eyes didn’t bode well for Zayne’s frustrated state.

“Get on your knees.”

Zayne got down to his knees as Ethan moved his hands to the top button of Chloé’s shirt. He began to undo it, and when he reached her navel and gently parted the material, Zayne groaned as her rosy-tipped breasts came into view.

“Want a taste of her?”

Fuck yes, he did.

“You can taste whatever you want. But I told you, tonight, you get to come when I let you—and that is not now.” Zayne’s eyes narrowed, and Ethan smirked. “Who’s nice now?”

* * *

FOR SOMEONE WHO prided himself on having the utmost control, Ethan sure as hell didn’t feel in control right now.

Ever since they’d gotten back from Paris, Chloé had been exploring new facets of her sexuality. And when she stepped out onto the balcony tonight, he’d wanted to see how far their naughty girl was willing to go.

He now had his answer—all the way.

The warm, wet heat of her tight body surrounded his cock in a way that made his balls ache, and every time she shifted on his lap, Ethan clenched his jaw. The pleasure of being deep inside her tested his stringent limits.

Add in Zayne’s greedy stare and steely hard-on and it was all Ethan could do not to end this right here and now. But that would be too easy on Zayne, and, well, his boy deserved a lesson in running his mouth earlier—even if it was a soft lesson. So to speak.

Zayne between his legs and Chloé on his cock? Ethan was in pure fucking heaven right now.

Zayne brushed Chloé’s shirt tails apart and lowered his head, Ethan’s hips thrust up, and Chloé moaned.

“Fuck yes, moan for us, petite fille. Let everyone know how good you feel with my cock in you and Zayne’s tongue teasing your clit.”

Chloé leaned her head back against his shoulder and began to writhe around on his lap, and Ethan reached out and put a hand to the back of Zayne’s head, pulling him closer. A second later, Chloé let out an ear-blistering cry and her pussy clenched around his cock like a vise.

She was dripping wet, her arousal sliding down Ethan’s cock and coating his balls—and no doubt Zayne’s face—as he let go of Zayne’s head and reached up to cover her hands where they cupped her breasts.

He kissed the hair by her temple and pinched her nipples, rolling and teasing them as Zayne and his cock drove her wild.

“Ethan…” she whimpered, and began to roll her hips in a sensual dance, thrusting her hips forward. “Zayne…”

A low growl came from Zayne, who looked up from between her spread thighs, and his face was a fucking mess—swollen, wet lips, dark, blown-out pupils, his mouth, chin, and cheeks glistening with Chloé’s arousal, and more than likely some of Ethan’s.

“On your feet,” Ethan ordered him. Zayne stood tall in front of them and feverishly began to work his cock. Judging by the tic at his jaw, he was a hair trigger away from coming, permission or not.

Ethan did a quick sweep of the surrounding buildings. There were a few lights on here and there, but they’d been sure to keep theirs off. Zayne’s back provided a little protection, but they were definitely exposed to the night—something his two subs were getting off on in that moment.

Figuring Zayne had learned his lesson by now, Ethan decided it was time to bring this moment to its climax. He began to propel his hips up, then dug his fingers into Chloé’s hips and pulled her down on him.

She moaned as she moved in perfect time with him, riding him as hard as he was her. Zayne licked his lips, his dick leaking all over his hand as he watched Ethan fuck their girl only inches from him, and Chloé began to tremble.

Ethan could feel every pulse around his dick, and he knew it was now or never.

“Zayne…”

Zayne’s eyes shifted to his. They were close to black now, his expression bordering on savage. When Ethan gave a nod and flicked Chloé’s clit, a shout of pleasure was ripped from her throat, so loud that anyone watching would have no doubt what was happening under her pooled shirt.

Her sweet pussy tightened like a fist, and Ethan’s balls drew up tight. Just as he was about to explode, Zayne growled out a curse and hot jets of cum sprayed all over Chloé’s naked chest, dripping down onto her hard nipples.

The sight was so untamed, so fucking raw, that Ethan’s orgasm slammed into him hard. He let out a loud roar of satisfaction as he came deep inside their beautiful girl, and she cried out in ecstasy as her own climax hit.

It was the perfect end to her first night at their new home. A place where she could be whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and they would love her for it no matter what.