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“Oh…God.” Her thighs jerked.
“Stay still, counselor.” She made a concentrated effort, which always gave his Dom side a satisfying tweak. He did the circuit once more. Thighs, stomach, breasts. A wash of heated sensation over her nipples from his breath had a sharp cry coming from her.
Yep, he’d been right about that.
He also sent more heat across her clit the same way, first from the fire on her thighs, then from her belly again.
His cock had gotten uncomfortable in his jeans, but fireplay was a delayed gratification, one he’d allow to build to a conflagration and consume him later, in the privacy of his own bedroom.
He hadn’t put his cock in anything but his own hand for months now. Even though Tish had been more than willing.
He played over Tish’s nipples, giving them a rub and squeeze after he quenched the flame. She cried out again, her eyelids fluttering but staying shut. She was getting close, her body writhing in a contained way, her mind fighting to keep it still, the arousal wanting to take over.
Richard was right across from him. Her eyes being shut had allowed him to close the final gap without being a distraction. Brick’s pattern became more complicated, and he built the flames higher, bathing her in heated air, then he brought the level down again. As the fire streamed and reshaped itself around his touch, he watched the flames dance and flow, showing their colors. He worked with them, directing them where he wanted them to go.
When Brick leaned in and breathed on her clit this time, the moist heat took her perilously close to the edge. The strangled sound of her moan warned him of it.
Getting her off in front of people was one of her limits. But as he quenched the flames, the hand he’d first kissed with fire closed into a fist, her arm jerking as if she’d wanted to lower it and reach for him. She might have forgotten herself enough to do it against his command, because he was her friend, not her Master, but he’d warned her of the dangers of unexpected movement.
“Do it,” she gritted.
“I’m a Dom, Tish,” he said quietly. “You want something from me here, you ask.”
She nodded, eyes still squeezed shut. “Please, I want to climax with you touching me. Not because I…”
“That’s all I need. No explanation.” He wound his hand in that French braid he’d done tight, because she liked to have her hair pulled, just a little. Most women he did fireplay with seemed to feel that way.
Brick put his other hand in one of hers, letting her circle his wrist with slim but strong fingers. Then he prompted her, guiding her to move his hand down between her legs. He slid his arm around her back to support her, letting her set the rhythm and pace of his touch against her clit and pussy.
He felt the ripple of her cunt against his fingers and pushed them in enough to add to the stimulus as she shattered, her head falling to his biceps. She buried her cries against his chest, her back rounding and twitching, body pushing against his. He braced his feet and held her easily. Being his size had its advantages.
As she shuddered through it, Brick twitched his fingers between her legs, a massage that took her through the last satisfying aftershock. Following his instincts, he tilted his head toward Richard, an unspoken direction. Understanding, the man wrapped his arm over Brick’s across her back. The two of them held her together, sealing in the warmth around her. When her head tipped back and came forward again, she rested it against Richard’s shoulder.
“Oh God,” she breathed. “I don’t think I can handle any more tonight. That was wild.”
Brick agreed. This was enough for the first time. “We’ve got you. Richard is helping me hold you. Open your eyes.”
She looked dazed, a little disoriented. She seemed okay with Richard’s proximity, though, so Brick didn’t signal him to withdraw.
“You went a little deeper than you’ve gone before, Tish. Your mind’s going to seem wonky. You may or may not experience some volatile emotions when things settle.”
So far she’d been a sleepy kind of sub during aftercare, but different types of play could bring forth different emotions from a woman.
“I’m going to keep my eye on you, but Richard is really good at this part. Are you all right with him holding you, taking care of you, bringing you back to earth?”
She’d had her gaze on Brick, amazement and wonder in her expression. No matter that Brick had told her Richard was here, when she looked his way, she started, but not from fear. It was just settling in, realizing another man was this close. Richard smiled, his blue eyes kind, concerned and very in charge.
“Just…aftercare.”
“Yep. Just aftercare. If you change your mind, I’ll be right over here cleaning up. You won’t hurt Richard’s feelings if you get uncomfortable. This is all about you. You’re my responsibility until your mind’s as clear as it is in the courtroom.”
“Now I know why you drove. I feel like I’m drunk.”
“It’s like that. I’m still waiting for your answer, Tish. About Richard.”
“Oh…yeah. Yeah. I think that’s okay.” Then she put both arms around Richard, snuggled up against him and offered a little sigh. She began to hum tunelessly.
Richard shot Brick an amused look. As his arms tightened around her to lift her from the table, Brick mouthed “You owe me one.”
