SWNOVELS Corrupted Chaos: Chapter 17
My heart thumped way too fast inside my chest to make small talk with Cade and Rodney. They’d both had no problem shooting the shit over glasses of water because Cade hadn’t offered anything else. I’m assuming that was because Rodney was sober, but I contemplated grabbing a shot of whiskey for myself.
Two very hot men had agreed to do things with me.
Sexually.
Completely willing. On a damn work retreat.
And I’d practically initiated it. Or been goaded into it after Cade had offered.
I excused myself to go to the bathroom and freshen up. Instead, I tried to cool the anxious sweats as I stared at the bracelet on my wrist. He was showing me I meant something to him, right? I twisted it on my wrist and my heart leapt at the feeling of his jewelry being locked on me.
Was this too wild? Was I stepping way out of the comfort zone I’d lived in all these years?
The answer was a big yes.
Did I feel alive, though? Like I didn’t have to hide myself with Cade?
The answer was again a great big freaking yes.
I felt like this when I was about to accomplish something big, like completing JUNIPER. Like I’d earned it. Like this was the life I wanted to live.
And Cade had pushed me there again; he’d seen the need in me and felt inclined to make my day.
“Okay,” I murmured to myself, “calm down.”
I waved my hands under my armpits before spritzing some perfume on my neck and between my thighs.
I needed to make sure I smelled the part, okay? I even did a couple lunges for good measure. It was actually time to amp up, not calm down.
I could do this. I wanted to do this. My nipples tightened just thinking about them both eyeing me up.
And when I opened the bathroom door, they were standing there—Cade in his suit, except he’d lost the jacket and had his top button undone with his sleeves rolled up, and Rodney laid back in gym shorts and a black T-shirt.
“Ready, baby doll?” my freaking orchestrator asked me.
“I don’t know.” I nervously laughed. “You guys want me to change?”
Rodney shook his head. “You don’t get more beautiful than you look now, Izzy. You’re perfection.”
I blushed at his compliment as Cade waved us into the room.
He’d brought in a leather lounge chair from the living room and sat—like this was his show, like he was about to get the entertainment of his life.
Real-life porn would have been great entertainment for me too. And Cade knew exactly what he wanted with it. But he eyed me one last time as I stood before him, Rodney right by my side, his hand around my waist. “If either of you don’t listen for even a second, I throw Rodney out on his ass. We clear?”
Our friend chuckled and nodded. “I’m here only to enjoy and obey. Not cause havoc.” He hesitated. “And I’m guessing you both could cause some pretty insane havoc, considering the looks of this room.”
One side of Cade’s mouth kicked up. “The red paint was all Izzy’s idea.”
I rolled my eyes and took that moment to set my own ground rules as I lifted my T-shirt over my head. Both of them watched, both of them didn’t move, both of them ate me up with their stares.
“I’m somewhat impulsive, I admit. But my only rule is if I say stop, we stop. It’s my safe word, and I mean it.”
Both of them nodded, and Cade looked at Rodney. “Anything you need to add?”
Rodney pulled his shirt off with a smile and said, “Hell no.”
Cade gave one swift nod, then his voice got low. “Sit on the bed, Izzy. And Rodney, close our door so she can see herself in the mirror.”
We both listened. I was surprised to see how full my breasts looked in my bra, like they were swollen with need, and how fast they rose and fell. I knew I was more than ready. My pink panties showed a darkened spot where my arousal had already soaked through.
I crossed my legs and hung them off the bed in the hopes neither of them would see. Cade caught it though and immediately said, “Spread your legs, dollface. Let us see how wet this makes you.”
I glared at him, already wanting to defy him.
He growled. “Listen, Izzy. Or we’re done.”
Jesus. I loved when he commanded me in that tone. My legs listened immediately and spread for them to see.
They both hummed in approval, and Cade took it a step further. “See how wet she gets for us, Rodney? Like she can’t keep herself bottled up.”
Rodney cracked his knuckles. His eyes sized me up, reminding me of a bull scraping his hooves on the ground, gearing up to run at a target.
The man I knew I was falling for leaned back in his chair with a tent near the zipper of his trousers. The other man in front of me was hard underneath his gym shorts too. I licked my lips and placed the palms of my hands behind my back, pushing my breasts out a little farther.
“You told me to enjoy myself, Cade, so I’m going to try.” It was something I never would have done before. Yet, with Cade watching, I knew he’d make sure nothing went too far. I also knew he planned to pull every emotion from me and still make sure I didn’t tumble over a damn edge into some oblivion.
“Rodney, touch my girl’s panties, huh? Let’s see how wet we can make them.”
Rodney stalked up to me and murmured that it would be his pleasure before his rough hand descended, pressing one finger’s pad onto my clit. He stood to the side of me and combed his other hand through my hair as he did. We both watched each other in the mirror as he moved his finger back and forth, back and forth over me.
It only took seconds for the light pink of my panties to become dark, for my arousal to mark his hand with slickness.
As my breathing picked up, I glanced at Cade. The man sat there rubbing his chin, studying us, like he wanted something more. “Take her panties off now.”
I bit my lip, trying to not appear too excited, but my bundle of nerves was already throbbing.
Rodney’s hand left my hair and slid over the curve of my breast to dip down into my cleavage as he knelt in front of me. “That okay with you, baby?” he asked, staring right into my eyes. He was still rubbing my clit, still keeping up our rhythm as he waited for my response.
I nodded fervently, needing more than this, craving everything they could give me. I was letting go. I was taking what I wanted.
Silence filled the room other than our heavy breathing and the howling wind of the night air outside. Rodney pulled me down toward his face by hooking a finger at the middle of my bra. His eyes were focused on my lips, and I swear they tingled with anticipation of having his mouth on mine.
Yet, right as we were a hair away from tasting one another, Cade murmured, “Don’t touch my mouth, Rodney.”
Like the red line I’d sprayed on the damn bed, Cade drew his in the sand. Instead, Rodney let his hand fall from the lace of my bra and sat back on his haunches as he almost seamlessly moved to take off my panties.
I raised my hips while rolling my lips between my teeth, trying not to whimper at the lost opportunity of kissing someone right then. My body shook with need. I wanted either of their touches at this point.
My eyes held Cade’s as he growled low in approval at the sight of my lower half completely bare to them both. I’d shaved earlier that day, and I think they both approved of how I’d tidied up.
“Well, if that isn’t a golden pussy on a platter, I don’t know what is,” Cade murmured. Then he asked the man kneeling before me. “Ready?”
Rodney nodded and leaned in to smell me. When I looked down, shocked, he was staring up at me with a smile. “She smells fucking divine, Cade.”
“I know,” Cade replied gruffly before he told him, “Bring her to orgasm without tasting her, though, Rodney.”
“What?” I breathed out, almost choking on him denying me Rodney’s mouth. “He can taste me now, Cade.”
Cade chuckled as if I were too eager. “Dollface, I make the rules, right?”
“It’s a dumb rule, though.”
Rodney didn’t seem to mind us going back and forth. He pushed his thumb against my bundle of nerves and slid two fingers inside me while Cade responded, “What’s dumb is you wanting to argue with me when I’m giving you everything you want right now.”
“I wanted that,” I whined, but I was already riding Rodney’s hand, letting his fingers move inside me.
“Maybe our boss will do the honors and take that hot-as-sin mouth of yours instead,” Rodney prompted Cade. He was a man after my heart, bless him.
Cade sighed as if we were two of his employees acting out and giving him trouble. Even though we’d inconvenienced him, he stood up to his full height and walked over. His fingers threaded through my waves, and he tipped my head back. Even a second of his touch had me whimpering, and then his other hand went around my neck as he took my mouth in his.
His tongue tangled with mine for dominance, forcing me to feel everything he was. Desire, passion, and what I wanted to imagine might have been something other than hate.
When he pulled back to take me in, he held my gaze and said, “Come, dollface. We want to see you let go.”
I closed my eyes and let what was inside me out. Like a wrecking ball, my orgasm smashed through any wall of embarrassment or reservation I had about this hookup, about having two men pleasure me at once, about being ashamed of anything I wanted in the bedroom.
We were consenting adults, trusting of one another, and, well, they were both very, very hot.
But both were greedy because they didn’t give me much time to recoup from hitting my high. Instead, Cade sat on the bed and asked Rodney, “You bring it?”
He didn’t specify what, and so I was surprised when Rodney pulled a small device from his pocket. It looked like a black rubber teardrop with a cufflink on the bottom of it. “What’s that?”
Cade leaned over and growled in my ear, “It’s what I’m putting in your ass, baby.”
He probably saw my eyes widen. “That’s not going to fit.”
He hummed. “Rodney, make sure she’s ready, huh? Get it nice and wet.”
I swear Rodney probably did this way too often. He didn’t even hesitate. Why would he? He’d brought the toy over to the cabin in the first place. He held it at my folds as he continued to kneel before me and smirked when he pressed a little red button on the cuff link. The device buzzed right at my entrance, and I gasped, slamming both of my hands down onto his shoulders to steady myself and keep from falling right off the bed.
“I’m ninety-nine percent sure this is going to be too much for me, guys,” I admitted.
Both of them laughed and shook their heads. “I’m convinced you can handle the world if I gave it to you all fucked up, Izzy,” Cade murmured to me. Rodney removed the device, now shiny and almost dripping with my arousal. Cade grabbed my hips immediately and lifted me up to stand, then pressed a hand to my back. “Bend forward, baby.”
Rodney scooted just a few inches forward so that I could bend at a ninety-degree angle, my hands on his shoulders, and ass back, out to the world. The device was handed over to Cade, who took it without so much as a thank you.
“Now”—he slid behind me, still seated, and rolled out the next word—“relax.”
I felt how cool my arousal had become on the device, how it started at the tip of the teardrop, then, as I breathed out, Cade pushed it in slowly, firmly, right into my puckered asshole. “Holy shit,” I whimpered when it felt like he’d pushed the whole thing in.
“We got another half of the plug to go, Izzy. Relax.”
I whipped my head up to look in the mirror and saw Cade’s gaze on my ass, saw how he stared with what looked like awe, and it made me want to take it all—to show him he could hand me the fucking world and I’d conquer it.
Yet, I was so full, so tight. He must have felt that too because he glanced up to catch my gaze, and those dark eyes held me captive as he sucked one of his fingers before bringing it down to rim my hole around the plug.
I moaned. He pushed it further. Then, suddenly, the vibration started. And I lost my mind to another place in the galaxy. “It’s in, dollface,” I heard from far away, even though it was Cade right next to my ear. He pulled me down as he said, “It’s going to shock you, too, baby. I’m turning on the electricity.”
I gasped right then because it happened at that moment, vibrating and then sending a zing of pleasure or pain through me that was so close to all my most sensitive nerve endings that it practically sent an orgasm up my spine. “Oh my God. God. God. God.”
Cade chuckled. “I think she likes the toy,” he said as he held me over his length, preparing to have me sit on him. “You like what we’ve done for you, Izzy?”
The question sliced through my heart as Cade stared at me with those amber eyes. He was accepting me, giving me this, pushing boundaries for my pleasure. “You did this for me,” I whispered.
The way his hand roved over my chest to feel my heart beating as he held my gaze had tears forming in my eyes, had the world fading away where I could only see him, and had me convinced I could fall hard for him.
I bit my lip and tried to shake the feeling but Cade must have felt our connection too because as Rodney leaned forward, Cade growled, “No more, Rodney.”
Rodney halted and waited for further instructions, Cade’s voice too full of warning to disobey.
“Stay and watch or leave. I don’t care which. Your mouth isn’t allowed to touch her pussy though.” With that, Cade brought me down hard on his dick.
I tried not to cry out, but the feeling was too much. Cade’s hands slid to my bra and yanked it down so he could play with my tits and pinch my nipples. He didn’t simply kiss my neck, he bit it as Rodney slowly stroked his own cock, watching me rock on Cade’s length.
The picture we made in the mirror, a man with his eyes between my legs, jacking himself off and Cade behind me, fucking me exactly the way I liked, had me flying toward what couldn’t be just an orgasm. It was probably death and heaven. Or hell. Or both mixed in one.
“You feel all this?” Cade asked as he bit my ear and squeezed a breast while thrusting in extra hard one time. “It’s what I give you. You want a little good time, dollface, and you get the best fucking of your life. With me. Always with me.”
He was trying to tell me something. I knew that. He said it with conviction, his cock pulsed with purpose, and his hands owned my tits with demand, but I was too far gone.
As another vibrating shock zapped my inner folds, I shivered, my whole body building toward something so monumental that tears started streaming down my face. I heard Rodney moan as he emptied his seed in his shorts and felt Cade thrust in me harder and faster. He lost control—his neck flexed, his hands gripped me tight, and those tattooed forearms bulged with veins moving to avoid his muscles.
I only saw him and felt him, how his cum shot into my walls, how he softened within me. I only saw the man that agreed to all this solely for my pleasure, and it pushed me over the edge. Blinded by an orgasm from both heaven and hell, and I was sure it had to be both at this point.
It took Cade a minute to wrap his arms around me and remove the plug from my behind. He glanced at Rodney and tossed it his way. “Time for you to go, Rodney.”
“Fuck.” Rodney slowly stood. He eyed me and then Cade with a sort of awe. “Call me if you want—”
“We won’t want.” Cade cut him off, his tone hard and definitive.
Grabbing his shirt, Rodney mumbled that he had to try before he left the room. Neither of us moved until we heard the front door open and close. Then Cade was pulling me back toward the headboard and situating me on the pillows. He disappeared for only a moment to return with neck ties.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“Haven’t you looked down lately, dollface?”
Confused, I peered around me.
“You’re over the red line, which means you’re on my side of the bed and have to obey my rules.”
“We just obeyed your rules,” I pointed out, turning to my side and propping my head on my elbow. He didn’t let me lounge there, though; he pushed me onto my back, dragged his hand down my arm, and took my wrist.
“Give me your other wrist,” he murmured.
I laughed nervously. “I’m spent, Cade. You just had a man finger me and then you fucked me. I don’t need to be tied up.”
He’d stopped listening and grabbed my other wrist to fasten the silk tie. Once done, he lifted my hands above my head and tied me to the headboard. “My side, my rules.”
“I think this whole ‘your side, my side’ thing is a little bit on the nose.”
“It was your idea to begin with.”
“I did it based on the principle of the matter—”
“Right.” He disappeared into the bathroom, and I heard running water before he came back with a warm washcloth. Instead of continuing to argue with me, he dragged the towel over my cleavage and across my nipples, back and forth, back and forth. “Tell me, dollface, what was that principle again?”
He asked me only after a minute of standing over me, working my breasts, and quite frankly, I couldn’t talk, let alone remember what the principle was. “Are you going to stand over me all night?”
“I’m cleaning you up. As you said, another man’s hands were on you.” He slid the towel down my stomach, to my hips, over my clit, and then between my folds.
“You invited him here, Cade,” I reminded him, because suddenly I saw his real emotion. He was letting it unfurl around us as he took his time wiping every spot Rodney had touched like he needed to make sure I’d be washed of him. “It was fun, right? You enjoyed yourself.”
“I always enjoy hearing you get off and fucking your pussy, Izzy. Admittedly, I think I enjoy it more when it’s just me.”
“Okay.” I dragged out the word.
Cade slid one finger all the way up in me slowly and curled it into my G-spot without further discussion. “You’re wet again, Ms. Hardy. Should we stop messing with fuck boys and give you what you really need?”
He slid it all the way out and let his cock drag over my clit, lubricating me with arousal. Yet, his movements were agonizingly languid. “Jesus.” I arched on the bed, rolling my hips as I tried to get more friction between us, to speed him along.
He went in again slowly as his eyes held mine. In them, I saw the menace now, the jealousy, the way he looked when I wanted to call him Mr. Armanelli. “Was it him or me that pushed you over the edge? Was it his fingers in you or my cock?”
My pussy convulsed and tightened around him at the words. And he snatched that finger back. I whimpered, “Please, Cade.” He smiled at me darkly, and I yanked on the ties to see if they’d give. “If you don’t want to get me off, untie me so I can do it myself.”
“Of course I want to get you off. It’s what I’ve aimed to do the whole night. What do you think I’m doing now?” He took a full minute to roll his thumb over my clit . . . just once.
“It’s too slow, Cade. You know it is. I need more. Please.” I was so close again.
“Please what? Tell me what you want this time: me, or for me to call Rodney up again.”
I rolled my hips and looked down at his strong hand between my legs. “If this is how fast we’re moving, we can call Rodney again.”
He narrowed his eyes in malice. “Really? And tell me, baby doll, who’s the one who makes you cry out always?”
My mouth lifted as the need to piss him off and defy him barreled through me. “Rodney?”
The growl that came from him was so primal and so low it traveled straight up my spine. “You like being a fucking brat, Izzy, I swear. Tell me really. Or I’ll bring you to the edge all night without letting you get off.”
Him staring at me, with his jealousy bleeding through his tone, the way he antagonized me with such slow foreplay, it made every part of me vibrate with frustration, with need, with more emotions than I’d ever let myself feel. And as they barreled through me, I realized I wanted them all. I wanted to feel everything while he fucked me to either heaven or hell. But I wanted to go with him. Only him.
“I want you. Now.”
His touch became powerful, fast, and completely what I needed. He slid three fingers in and fucked me, letting me ride him as fast as I wanted. I unraveled in seconds as I screamed his name and convulsed around him.
He smiled at my wetness, how I practically gushed out my arousal. “Such a pretty, messy brat, aren’t you?” he said as he unbuttoned his shirt. “You know what I like for brats to do?”
“What’s that, Cade?” I whispered, still trying to catch my breath.
He unbuckled his pants and pushed them off. A naked Cade was a masterpiece to witness. He towered over me, his cock straining with that piercing as it stood to attention again, thicker and bigger than I kept thinking I could take. Yet, I’d just had him, and my mouth watered to do it all over again.
“I like for brats to be quiet and listen. We have a much better use for your mouth than to have you be talking right now.”
He didn’t give me much time to respond before he climbed over me and tilted his dick to my lips. He placed his hands on the wall above the headboard and said, “Open.”
“I—”
He thrust in. He really did want me to shut up. He fucked my mouth hard and fast like he needed it to sustain life. I took every thrust with pleasure and rocked my hips as I did. I loved seeing him coming undone, loved how he needed me in the moment, and loved the words he growled as he did. “I’m going to fuck you all night, dollface. Fuck you till you can’t walk, can’t breathe, can’t talk—unless it’s to scream my name. And it will be only my name you’re screaming.”
He pushed himself off me fast before he came in my mouth, and then he was down by my lower half, putting a pillow under my ass. “No more men near my pussy, you understand?”
“Cade,” I pulled at the tie again. “It was just f—”
“No more fun unless it’s with me.” He parted my folds again. “You’re mine.”
“Cade, there’s no way I can get there again,” I murmured because I felt my body shaking, not sure I could handle another.
He smiled with confidence. “I get one more. And then I’m still going to fuck you, baby. You’re on my side. My side, my rules.”
He lowered his head, and his tongue ravished me.
I screamed his name the whole night. I blacked out screaming it, I think. And I didn’t regret it, not even for a moment.
What this man orchestrated, what he gave me, what he let me do without shame, it was dangerous, because I realized I didn’t want to bottle up my emotions and desire anymore.
I felt free.
I felt alive and indestructible.
But I wasn’t.