Page 138 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series
“Get undressed and get on the bed, Tom. On your back.” As Andrew directed the other man, Andrew helped her stand with a steadying hand on her arm. Tom began to disrobe and Amy became aware of who the more dominant Dom in the room was. Andrew was going to call the shots and, given Tom’s quick response, he would be obeyed.
At least by Tom.
She tried not to laugh at the thought.
“That’s not a look I trust,” Andrew whispered, noticing her humor.
“That’s because you’re smart.” She turned her attention back to Tom as her mirth dissipated. Bloody hell. The cameraman was built. His clothing had been too baggy to fully display the muscles the man was packing. He’d be hell on the rugby field.
Once Tom was naked, he lay down on the mattress, his hard cock betraying his own enthusiasm for their play.
“Now you.” Andrew tugged her G-string down. “Kick off your shoes.”
She toed off the heels, instantly missing the three extra inches of height. Andrew suddenly loomed over her again. While she liked feeling petite next to him, there was definitely some power in being taller.
Andrew kissed the top of her head. “Crawl onto the bed. Get on your hands and knees, over Tom’s body.”
She reacted quickly, not giving herself time to consider her compliance. Tom reached for her breasts as she climbed over him, his palms cupping the fleshy mounds.
“You’re beautiful, Amy.”
Tom’s kind words washed away the last trace of doubt. Tonight would be yet another memory of the greatest trip of her life. Another image she could pull out to dream about when life at Farpoint became routine, dreary or unbearable.
The mattress sank as Andrew joined them. It was only then that Amy realized he’d shed his clothing as well. His hand stroked her arse.
“Amy—” he started.
“I’m not saying the word, Andrew. Promise.” She cut him off, knowing he was offering her one more out. She wasn’t taking it. If she walked away from these men and their sexy, amazing offer now, she’d regret it for the rest of her life. She wasn’t interested in regrets.
Andrew reached toward the nightstand, retrieving a new tube of lubrication and two condoms. “You can still say the word, Amy. Anytime. Just remember that.”
She nodded, then gasped when he pressed the nozzle of the lube into her arse and squeezed. She was still slick from the lubrication she’d used on the plug, but she appreciated Andrew’s thoughtfulness. She was new to this and he was going out of his way to make sure she didn’t experience too much pain.
He worked the sticky gel inside her with one finger, and then two. The pressure felt good, made her hot. She pushed against his thrusts, trying to drive him deeper. His free hand gripped her hip firmly. “Don’t move, Amy. I know you don’t like to take orders, but you will obey me on this. We’re doing this at my pace. Not yours. If you can’t follow that command, I’ll turn you over my knee until you understand exactly who’s in charge here.”
Bloody hell. Andrew’s deep tone, his darkly sensual threat sent shivers through her body. Maybe she was more submissive than she realized because at that moment, she suspected she’d kiss his feet if he demanded she do so.
“Yes Sir,” she whispered.
Tom grinned at her reply, his expression one of surprise and humor. He seemed to understand the words didn’t come naturally to her, but he clearly appreciated her attempt. “Come here, Amy.”
Tom’s hands engulfed her waist, pulling her down until the head of his cock nudged at her entrance.
“Forgetting something, Danner?”
Tom grimaced. “Fuck. Yeah.” He held his hand out as Andrew dropped a condom into it. Amy giggled when he tore the package open with his teeth then donned the thing in record time.
“Get back here.” Tom pulled her in place over his cock. As he guided her hips, she slowly lowered herself onto his wide girth. He wasn’t quite as large as Andrew, but he had enough to hit her hot spots.
Amy gasped. She was having sex with a stranger. Again.
Once Tom was fully seated, his grip tightened and he held her still. She started to protest his firm hold, wanting more friction, more movement, but Andrew’s hand caressed her arse and she froze.
Moment of truth.
She heard the second condom wrapper open mere seconds before she felt Andrew’s cock nudging at the tight opening of her anus. She closed her eyes and held her breath.
“Breathe,” Tom coaxed. “And try to relax.”
