Chapter Fourteen

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

By the time our feet are on French soil,

they will know exactly whom they belong to.

~ Ethan

CHLOÉ’S CHEST ROSE and fell as she stared up at Ethan, who stood in front of her, hand outstretched.

How did he expect her to stand up after that? More to the point, how was he standing up after that? She’d be lucky if her legs worked. She’d just had one of the best orgasms of her life.

Watching Zayne come down Ethan’s throat had been…wow. Everything she’d seen leading up to this, Ethan had always been the one in control, the one giving. But this time, Zayne had let him have it.

Oh, Ethan had orchestrated all their moves, but when Zayne had been given that permission to let go and unleash? He hadn’t held back, and her body had responded to the two of them like a keg of dynamite.

“Chloé?”

She blinked, and Ethan’s stunning face came back into focus. The powerful jaw line, swollen lips, and dangerous eyes. His cock was still hard in his pants—he hadn’t come with her and Zayne. She reached for his hand and got to her feet as a shiver of anticipation raced up her spine.

What was he planning? Because the look in his eyes definitely said this wasn’t over.

“Come with me.”

As he stepped out into the aisle and led her toward the back of the plane, Zayne got to his feet and followed. They passed by the small kitchenette then entered the bedroom area, and her eyes widened.

Right there, in the middle of the room, wasn’t just any bed, but a queen-sized bed that looked like heaven.

The door clicked shut behind them, and Ethan let go of her hand to reach for her hips.

“This is what’s going to happen next, beautiful girl.” He leaned down and brushed a gentle kiss across the corner of her lips as he unbuttoned her sheer blouse. “I’m going to take this tease of a shirt off you, then I’m going to peel these minuscule panties from your body. Then you are going to lie down on that bed—on your back. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

Ethan slipped the soft material off her shoulders, and as it floated to the floor, her bare breasts came into view.

“Lovely,” he purred as he grazed the back of his fingers over her nipple, slid her panties down her legs, and kneeled. She glanced over his shoulder to see Zayne watching.

“So fucking pretty,” he said, more to himself than her, as he reached into his briefs and pulled his cock free.

Ethan tapped her ankle, and she stepped out. “Get on the bed, petite fille.”

Naked now, she climbed up onto the bed, where she put two pillows on top of each other and lay back so she was facing the end of the mattress.

Putain. They looked so sexy standing there. Zayne with his muscles, inked skin, and pierced nipples, and Ethan all perfectly proportioned like a sculpture carved from clay. Not to mention their cocks. They were thick and hard, aching for release, and she reached down between her own thighs.

Ethan licked his lips, his eyes dropping to where her fingers had disappeared to, then he unbuttoned his pants and shoved them and his briefs to the floor. Zayne copied the move, and Ethan gave a low growl of approval.

“Come here.”

Zayne stepped toward him, and Chloé bit down into her lip. God, she loved watching them like this. Raw, untamed, completely open to one another—it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen in her life.

Zayne’s lips parted and Ethan speared his tongue inside, and their groan of ecstasy made Chloé’s toes curl. Zayne reached for Ethan’s cock and began to work it up and down.

Chloé’s pulse skipped and tripped as she desperately tried to memorize the scene unfolding, as Ethan pumped his hips forward into Zayne’s hand and tore his mouth free, his breathing harsh now, that stringent control showing cracks.

“You keep doing that and I’m going to come in your hand instead of this tight ass.” Ethan slapped Zayne’s bare behind with a devilish grin.

“Either way would work, but if I have a choice…”

Ethan arched a brow.

“I want this”—Zayne swiped his thumb over Ethan’s plump head—“to destroy me tonight.”

“Fuck.” Ethan shoved him away. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Then come burn me, baby.” Zayne backed away, and Chloé reveled in this new, fun dynamic she was witnessing.

In the past, their sexual encounters had been hot, sexy, and very controlled. But this was much more relaxed, like she was seeing the dom/sub dynamic in its everyday form—and she loved it.

Zayne turned to her, tracking his gaze up her naked legs to the hand wedged between her thighs.

“Well, don’t you make a tempting picture right now?”

She sure hoped so, because she wanted nothing more than to be consumed by the lust swirling around the room.

“Spread your legs for me, gorgeous.”

She slowly parted her thighs, and Zayne hummed in the back of his throat.

Ethan moved to the head of the bed and opened up the side drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom, tossing them on the mattress. She didn’t even want to think about the fact that he would’ve had to ask to have them put there.

Nope. She wasn’t going to think about it. She was just going to enjoy whatever happened next.

Zayne crawled his way up her body and reached for the condom, then kneeled between her legs and brought it to his lips. He tore it open with his teeth, then quickly suited up, a savage grin crossing his mouth.

He looked down at the fingers circling her clit, then grabbed her wrist and brought it to his mouth.

“I want a taste.” He sucked her fingers, and she moaned, her body tingling at the teasing way he’d dip his tongue between her knuckles. “Delicious.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her bare mound. “I want some more.”

He flattened his tongue and dragged it up over her greedy pussy.

She fell back into the pillows and squeezed her eyes shut, reaching for his head and threading her hands through his hair. She tugged him in closer and arched up off the bed. As he thrust his tongue deep inside, she thought she might lose her mind. Damn, that felt amazing.

Movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention, and she turned her head to see Ethan reaching for the lube. “That’s it,” he said, pouring some into his hand. “Take what you want now, petite fille, because soon it’ll be our turn.”

* * *

THE SCENT OF lust and arousal filled Zayne’s head as the sweet taste of Chloé tantalized his taste buds.

With his head between her thighs, Zayne’s dick had gone from satiated to impatient with one look at her glistening core—but before he gave in to its selfish demands, he was going to have his fill first.

He planted his hands on each of her thighs and pushed them wide as he swirled his tongue around her clit. When he stiffened it and drove it in deep, the cry that filled the air made his balls ache.

Chloé pulled him in tight as she rode his greedy tongue. She was as desperate as he was to get to the edge again. That preview in the cabin was not nearly enough for them tonight.

Raising his head, he swiped his thumb across his lip—and when he caught sight of Ethan naked and hard, Zayne’s ass clenched and his pulse started to race.

“Ready?” Ethan didn’t have to say what for. Zayne’s body was already anticipating the moment that thick shaft would breach his ring. But before it did, he was going to get inside their girl.

Zayne nodded then moved to his knees, shifting over Chloé to settle between her thighs. She was dripping wet, so lube wasn’t needed. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her, then took both her arms and pinned them above her head.

She panted as she gazed up at him. Her red waves were a riot of curls around her head on the snowy-white pillow, and when he leaned down to tease her lips with a kiss, she arched up.

“Yesss. Taste yourself on me.”

She did it again, and he growled as he surged forward, entering her in one hard thrust. Chloé’s body swallowed him in balls deep. He leaned down and nuzzled into the crook of her neck, kissing his way up under her ear.

“That’s it, Red,” he murmured as he began to rock inside her. “Take all of me. Feel me inside you.”

She whimpered as he began to move faster, thrusting in and out of her. The friction and heat between their bodies generated a light sheen on their skin.

Zayne trailed his tongue along her collarbone and down to her breast, then he reached her nipple and sucked on it.

“Fuck yes,” he said as she began to writhe under him. “Show me how you like it. Show me what you want.”

Chloé hooked her ankles over his ass and began to pump her hips up and down his cock. He flicked her nipple with the tip of his tongue, and when her thighs tightened and she strained back against the bed, he thought it might lose it. The sensual sounds coming from her were more than his control could take.

“Oh God…” Her eyes squeezed shut as her body gripped him tight. The throbbing of her cunt drove his dick mad as she reached behind her to the headboard and used it as an anchor.

Fuck. He was going to come if she kept this shit up. With her arms stretched up over her head, her breasts bounced every time he shoved inside her, and the idea of coming between them took root somewhere in the back of his head.

They’d definitely have to do that at some point, but not tonight. He planned to come exactly where he was: deep inside the hottest, tightest pussy he’d ever been in. But not before Ethan got inside him first.

* * *

ETHAN PUMPED HIS cock as he watched Zayne take their girl, and what a picture they made together.

Chloé’s legs were wrapped so tight around Zayne’s pumping hips that it was a surprise he could move at all. But whatever he was doing must’ve felt good, because she wasn’t letting him go.

Hell, she was fucking up onto him at this stage, topping hard from the bottom, and Zayne was letting her as she chased toward her second climax of the night. The one that was going to send her over the edge of sanity and into another world.

Ethan’s balls tightened as he moved to the end of the mattress to get a good look. Positioned as he was between Chloé’s thighs, Zayne’s ass was in prime position for him. He’d just have to spread those round cheeks to get in, then he could make good on his promise.

Done waiting, Ethan moved up onto the bed, and as the mattress dipped, Zayne’s hips stilled. He knew what was about to happen. Ethan shifted between Zayne’s legs and drew a slippery finger down the crack of his ass.

Zayne’s body immediately tensed as heavy breathing filled the air, then Ethan put a hand on either ass cheek and pulled them wide apart.

“I’m going to fuck you so good tonight, Zayne.” He ran the pad of his finger over the hole winking at him and pushed into him, causing Zayne to thrust forward into Chloé.

She shouted out and arched up, wrapping her arms tight around Zayne’s neck. Ethan leaned down and dragged his tongue up Zayne’s spine, then his eyes caught on hers and he winked at her.

Chloé’s eyes blurred with lust as Zayne continued to move in and out of her, obliterating all sense of reality.

Ethan kissed and licked his way down to Zayne’s tailbone, then he slid his fingers over his entrance, teasing and tormenting him until he slipped them inside. He stretched Zayne good and well, making sure to give his prostate a good stroke.

“Quit teasing, Ethan.”

“You want that?”

Zayne looked over his shoulder, his cheeks flushed, his jaw tight. “You know I fucking do.”

“Good, because you’re about to get it.”

Ethan trailed his cock up and down the shadowy cleft beckoning him, then he began to ease forward.

“Hold on, Chloé,” he said, and gripped Zayne’s hips with both hands. “Things are about to get rough.”

He powered inside Zayne, and a delicious shiver raced up and down his muscled back.

“Fuck, Ethan. Your dick is huge.”

Ethan stilled, giving a throaty chuckle as he reveled in being back inside his man. “You told me to make it burn.”

Zayne grunted, but then his body began to relax. “Then what are you waiting for? I’m only feeling a flicker.”

Fucking troublemaker. Zayne was such an eager and responsive lover. As Ethan began to withdraw, Zayne went into action. He shoved his hips back, his cock sliding out of Chloé, and when a soft cry left her, he reversed course and pushed back inside, leaving Ethan to follow.

To fuck or to be fucked, that was the burning question—and lucky for Zayne, he didn’t have to choose tonight.

They were like a well-oiled machine. Two pistons moving in tandem to slide in and out of the hole it was designed for, but there was nothing mechanical about the sounds in this room—they were all sex.

Ethan watched on with hungry eyes as Zayne’s muscles rippled and his ass flexed. As he picked up his pace, Zayne planted his hands by Chloé’s head and began to roll his hips between the two bodies he was caught up in.

The sight was so fucking erotic that Ethan knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. He straightened up, grabbed hold of Zayne’s hips, and went at him the way he knew his man liked best. Zayne wanted to wake up and feel it the next day, and judging by the nails Chloé was digging into Zayne’s shoulder’s, she felt the same way.

So Ethan planned to make sure when they woke up in France tomorrow, every single person in this bed knew exactly whom they belonged to—him.

He planted a foot on the outside of Zayne’s thigh, and with the extra stability he was able to drill down harder. He wasn’t sure how long they went on like this, it could’ve been seconds, minutes—hell, hours with the sweat now dripping from his forehead—but when a drop of perspiration hit Zayne’s ass, Ethan’s entire body tensed. His orgasm rushed down his spine, making his balls clench, and a second later he came in a hot rush, emptying himself into Zayne in the most primal and satisfying way he could.

Zayne shouted, clenching his ass around Ethan’s pulsing dick, as he went at Chloé again and again until she was drawing blood from his back and they were both shouting their release.

It was like a hurricane had swept through, causing a whirlwind of chaos and destruction of the best possible kind, as they collapsed in the bed around each other, fully content and satisfied.

Thiswas the best way to pass an eight-hour flight, and the last thought on Ethan’s mind as he drifted off was: just how quickly could a person purchase a private jet?