NeedMe

by Cari Quinn

  “Holy…” she whispered, stopping between her two guys to watch the woman bound to a cross eagerly accept the lashes from her Dom’s leather-tipped flogger. At least she was pretty sure it was a flogger. The assembled group paid no attention to the three of them, so rapt were the expressions on their faces as they collectively flinched under each of the blows.

  Tony rubbed her ass, reigniting the burn from his earlier smack. “If you want to try this, we’ll have to rig something similar at home. I’m not wearing assless leather pants in public even for you, Marsh.”

  She let out a laugh, covering her mouth a moment too late. Lots of annoyed faces turned their way and she whispered a hushed apology as the show resumed.

  Cale didn’t seem amused. In fact, his gaze had yet to leave the woman on the cross. His stance had changed from relaxed to tense. Way tense.

  Shit, did he consider this some sort of abuse? Did he not get it was consensual? He was the type of guy who’d charge into a scene like this and try to play hero.

  “She wants it,” Marcia whispered, feeling more than a little slow when he arched a brow at her.

  “Yeah, that’s pretty obvious. She’s about to come. If he’ll let her.”

  “What do you mean if he’ll let her?”

  “Orgasm denial can be a big part of a scene,” he said, his gaze skipping over her on his way back to the front of the room.

  “What the hell’s that? No man can tell me when to come.”

  “Ain’t that the truth,” Tony muttered, nudging her toward the door as more screams rang out. Cale followed them but he didn’t seem as though he was in any hurry.

  Weird. Was he into this? If he thought she’d consent to being denied anything anytime soon, he was incorrectamundo.

  “Let’s try door number two,” Cale said, again taking the lead. He opened the second door off the lounge to a long, dark hallway.

  Marcia groped for Tony’s hand as the three of them moved toward the laughter behind the closed door at the opposite end of the hall. They entered a steam room hot enough to seal all Marcia’s curls for life. She didn’t startle at the sight of so many naked, writhing bodies—after what she’d seen down the hall, this seemed as tame as an amusement park—but her nipples tightened into eager peaks.

  Cale headed toward a relatively deserted corner, the perfect vantage point to see most of the room. He sat down on a wide, slotted bench and spread his long jean-clad legs, taunting her with the rigid length trapped beneath well-worn denim.

  “Think this will be more your speed,” he murmured, pulling her down into his lap for a hot, quick kiss. She offered her assent in the form of a soft moan, hardly cognizant of Tony sitting beside them and slipping the shoulder of her dress down to bare her skin. He pulled on the thin strap of her bra with his teeth, drawing the lacy material tight over her aching breasts until she shivered.

  “How we gonna do this?” Cale asked, his gaze on hers though he spoke to Tony. “What’s off-limits?”

  “Nothing.” Her rapid reply made Cale’s insolent mouth stretch into a lazy grin as his light-blue irises darkened.

  “I was asking your man. Since tonight you’re ours to do with as we wish. Aren’t you?” he asked, stroking her hair the way the wolf might’ve when he was luring Little Red Riding Hood into his den.

  Except she was no innocent maiden. And she’d wanted to lie with this particular wolf for a damn long time.

  She gave him a saucy look. “What’s in it for me?”

  “More orgasms than you’ve ever had before.”

  “Times two,” Tony said against her neck.

  Well, that didn’t sound bad, now did it?

  Together they tugged her dress over her head, revealing her cotton-candy pink bra before Tony pulled that and her panties off as well. Her clothes fell to the bench beside them.

  “Two mouths,” Cale continued, lowering his head to take her nipple between his lips while Tony did the same.

  She looked up and saw they were being observed by several other couples in various clinches of their own. The most notable was the pair on the bench opposite them. The woman straddled her man’s lap and slowly rode up and down on his cock as they openly watched Marcia, Tony and Cale. Her gaze stayed on Marcia’s breasts the entire time she moved. Rather than that making Marcia self-conscious, she exhaled, pushing her chest out more. Cale and Tony only sucked and bit her nipples harder.

  God, she needed this. She’d been questioning her desirability too much recently. Between getting used to her new shape and her looming fortieth birthday, she hadn’t been feeling like herself. People staring at her with desire in their eyes added some desperately needed change to her ego bank.

  “Two hands.” Tony’s voice cut through her thoughts while his palm swept down her torso and between her legs. One touch and she burned.

  Cale lifted her breast so he could devour it with his teeth and tongue. Heat drenched her, saturating her skin inside and out. Between the rising steam in the room and her lovers’ attentions, she’d incinerate in no time flat.

  “Two cocks,” Tony finished when she cried out at the dual spears of pleasure connecting her breasts to her painfully sensitized pussy. “Filling you everywhere. Your mouth, your pussy, your ass. Separately. Together.”

  A little shocked that her normally non-dirty-talking lover had become so vocal—and in a place he hadn’t seemed eager to visit in the first place—she didn’t respond. She wound her fingers through Cale’s hair, surprised that of the two men, right now he was the one she understood more.

  Cale ground his erection against her ass and gazed directly into her eyes, their faces so close their noses brushed. Involuntarily she tipped up her hips to meet Tony’s aggressive explorations between her thighs. He slid a finger inside her cunt, liquid warmth meeting his thrusts.

  She wasn’t embarrassed by her body’s reaction. The faster she flew apart, the quicker she’d stop wondering what would come after.

  Dammit, her mind just wouldn’t turn off. But if she lost herself completely in this moment, the next couldn’t harm her.

  Fun. That’s all tonight was. And research. It wouldn’t change anything between the three of them. If it did, it would only bring them closer together.

  “That work for you, Blondie?” Cale breathed into her ear.

  Tony glanced at her when she didn’t answer, and for a second she glimpsed her typically considerate, romantic boyfriend. Did he think he’d pushed her too far with his dominant routine?

  He hadn’t. God, she loved when he went caveman on her. She only wished he’d do it more often.

  When she nodded, Tony smiled and smacked her pussy, just hard enough to layer pain over pleasure. She leaned forward to kiss him, her lips frantic against his. “Fuck me, Tony.” She tossed a glance at Cale. “You too.”

  “Say please.”

  She had no problem begging Tony at that point because he’d dropped to his knees and buried his face between her legs. “God, please.”

  It took only seconds for him to send her over the edge. He knew just how to stroke his tongue against her to increase the friction, understood exactly when to suck on her clit to make her explode. She climaxed hard, gasping through the orgasm while Cale grabbed her arms and held them back.

  Tony rose and reached for his belt. Her gaze connected with her lover’s as he freed his erect cock. Something in his expression made the thread of cold nerves she’d tried so hard to vanquish wind through her once more.

  “Please,” she whispered again, wondering if what she was pleading for would end her relationship for good.

  Chapter Four

  God, she was so beautiful.

  Tony sucked in a breath. He was completely nuts for her. Totally in over his head. Didn’t his presence at Kink prove that? She’d shattered his comfort zone and he didn’t even mind. Experiencing something like this with her made any discomfort worth it.

  Cale shifted to straddle the bench, sliding along its length until he was lean
ing against the wall. He drew Marcia between his legs until she was nestled at the apex of his thighs. Tony waited as Cale spread her legs, using his ankles to hold her wide open. She didn’t flinch under Tony’s gaze or the gazes of the people watching them with open fascination. Instead she reached down to hold her thighs apart, offering him a glimpse of glistening pink flesh.

  He’d been inside her so many times. So many nights. Every time brought new pleasures. Tonight would be new and thrilling in a lot of ways but the biggest thrill would be knowing he’d helped her live out a fantasy. He’d given her that, without strings.

  Because he loved her. Plain and simple. Not a huge, complicated love that would bind and chafe like the early days of their relationship when they’d argued so much about stupid things. When jealousy and petty annoyances had fought hard with passion and often won. They’d moved beyond all that. The love that had grown in its place was steady, a deep glow rather than a flickering flame that would spurt bright and burn out fast. He had to show her how he felt…and maybe he’d even help uncover her own feelings in the process.

  He hoped.

  Instead of glancing at the other couples around them, Tony focused on Marcia. Though Cale held her arms, he saw only her as he shucked his jeans and boxers, tossing them on her pile of clothes. He didn’t bother with his T-shirt, which probably proved he hadn’t climbed all the way onboard with the sex club thing. But this wasn’t about the voyeurism experience as far as he was concerned. Sure, there were nude, hot women all around him, but he didn’t know them. Didn’t want to. He had all the eye candy he needed right here.

  Cale slipped his hands under Marcia’s bare ass, raising her just enough to present her like an offering. Tony threw one leg over the bench and inched closer. Steam swirled in the air between them, increasing the droplets of moisture that dripped down her shoulders and off her truly magnificent breasts. He blotted a bead of her perspiration with his thumb as he sucked on her upper lip, taking his time to fully explore the soft flesh as if they’d never kissed before.

  For a moment, his gaze drifted to Cale. His best friend smiled and lowered his mouth to her hair, the gentleness of his kiss saying volumes.

  Tonight he would give them the gift of enjoying each other. And that enjoyment would fuel his own.

  Tony kissed Marcia again, harder. “I want you.” She mumbled something he couldn’t understand.

  He gripped his cock and trailed the crown down her slit, coating himself in her juice. She moaned as he slid his hand under her ass, tipping her upward so he could slip inside her, just enough to give her pussy something to wrap around. She felt so swollen and ready, her slick walls trying to draw him deeper. He fought the pull of her sex and his own need and focused on stroking the small bud that grew under his touch.

  “Shit, that’s incredible,” Cale said against her hair, his attention riveted on what was happening between Marcia’s legs.

  Even through the steam, Tony figured his friend could see the liquid squeezing out around his barely embedded cock, her body so pliable and wet for his that little more than a thought would propel him inside her delicious heat. Cale’s hands enveloped her breasts while he watched, his tugs on Marcia’s nipples eliciting her sharp, breathy cries.

  She was so vocal in bed, his complete opposite most of the time. He knew she liked it when he talked dirty so he did his best while he inched deeper inside her, testing them both. “You like that, don’t you? Feeling how hard I am for you, knowing there’s no other woman who could do this to me. Only this pussy, only those big, beautiful eyes sucking me in.”

  Though her hazel eyes gleamed with longing, he saw the worry just beneath as he rocked his cock into her snug channel. He didn’t intend to come now. If Cale wanted to fuck her here, fine. But he’d wait until they were at home. This was just an appetizer to what promised to be a very filling main course.

  “Tony—”

  “Shh,” he said against her mouth, kissing her until she softened around him, her body’s tension draining away. “Just want you to come,” he added, pressing deeper. “Put on a show for them, baby. You know you want to.”

  Her lids lowered, her thick dark lashes sweeping her cheeks. As if she’d been waiting for permission, she lifted her hips against him and knotted her fingers in his hair. She yanked his face closer, parting her lips for him to invade her mouth. With sexy and slow pulls on his tongue, she wreaked her own brand of havoc on his mind and heart.

  He forgot where he was. Sex club? What sex club? It was Marcia he paid attention to, her supple, curvy body grinding against his, the soft rise of her belly rippling as she fought the climax he was so determined to give her.

  Within moments, her wild kisses dragged him to the edge of his control. He drove deeper than he’d intended, helpless to fight the urge to bury himself in the warm, wet refuge of her body. He slid in and out, shallow pumps that made her writhe and arch, displaying her sexy breasts for anyone to see.

  Cale bent down and drew her beaded nipple between his teeth. “I want her ass,” he said, the low demand causing Marcia to whimper. “Where’s that lube you said you had, Blondie?”

  She opened her eyes. Her hazel irises seemed almost gold now and hazy with lust. “Purse. Floor. I think? Hell, I don’t know.” Her dizzy peal of laughter made Tony grin in spite of the fiery fists of arousal gripping his balls.

  “Yeah, it’s on the floor,” Tony confirmed, wrapping his arms around Marcia when Cale disentangled himself from around her body. His best friend was still fully clothed but the pole about to bust through the front of his threadbare jeans was plenty eye-catching.

  Tony didn’t mind seeing Cale naked. In college, they’d watched the occasional porno together. Naturally they hadn’t just watched. Neither of them had any bi tendencies, so being around each other in the nude was more or less like looking at themselves.

  Except in Tony’s case, he wished he was as seriously endowed as Cale. He certainly didn’t lack downstairs himself but Cale put mere mortals to shame.

  When Cale dispatched his T-shirt, jeans and briefs, the way Marcia looked at his nude body aroused Tony all by itself. She swallowed Cale with her eyes, her pupils enlarging as she took in the part of him that would soon be getting very acquainted with her ass.

  “Whoa,” she mumbled. They all laughed. Then she glanced at Tony and sighed happily as she squeezed her pussy around his cock, her erotic version of a hug. “You’re the best boyfriend ever.”

  “Glad you think so.” Tony circled her overeager nipples with his thumbs as he leaned in to nibble her swollen mouth. “You might not think so when he’s done tearing you up.”

  She didn’t wince. That was Marcia. Rough sex? Hell to the yeah, she loved it and more. She didn’t say “bring it on” but her smile certainly implied it.

  “I’m especially inspired tonight,” Cale murmured, using his teeth to open the condom he’d removed from her purse. He lifted a brow at Tony in unspoken question. Sure you don’t want one of these?

  He didn’t. Not now. They’d had sex without a condom more than once in recent months, relying on the rhythm method and good timing. It wasn’t something they made a habit of, because Marcia wasn’t on birth control. She’d tried a few kinds and they’d all given her unpleasant side effects. When they played around sans latex, they played the odds. Especially since they hadn’t discussed what would happen if those odds resulted in more than afterglow.

  But right now, he couldn’t have withdrawn his cock from her unless under threat of death. Besides, one movement and he’d blow, especially when Cale nudged her pretty mouth with the dark-red head of his cock.

  She didn’t hesitate to open up, flicking her tongue along his slit until a drop of fluid trickled down her chin. Grinning, she wiped up and wrapped her lips around her finger, her eyes closing in dreamy satisfaction.

  “Like that, baby?” Tony asked, rousing her with his mouth on hers. He didn’t balk at the foreign flavor on her tongue and instead used her dazed reacti
on to his kiss as an opportunity to power even farther into her willing body. They both moaned at the increased friction. It only grew while she turned her head back toward the hard cock bumping her cheek.

  Cale didn’t push or intrude. No doubt about it, he had this threesome thing down. But when Marcia finally brought him all the way into her mouth, her fingers playing up and down the base of his shaft, he let out a groan that verged on a roar.

  Tony glanced around at the other occupants of the steam room. Most of the people weren’t paying attention to them but there were a few who’d definitely taken notice. A woman riding her man across from them, seated on yet another bench, seemed riveted. She had long brown hair that curled around her breasts, and her fingers rode the seam between her legs as she watched. Catching Tony’s stare, she smiled and drew her hand up to her mouth, sucking off her own juices one finger at a time.

  “Fuck,” he muttered, his cock twitching. Was it wrong he found this hot? Had he crossed over to the kinky side?

  A moment later he focused on yet another woman watching them from the corner. She was solo and her hands roamed her naked body as if she was positively burning up from the visual banquet in front of her.

  There was no way any red-blooded man—or apparently woman—could be surrounded by all of this and not be turned-on. It was lewd, dirty beyond belief. But any guy who jacked off to porn had to appreciate this kind of live action.

  He glanced back as Cale speared his fingers through Marcia’s hair and tipped her head back to receive more of his cock. She was already doing pretty well on that score. She was damn good at giving BJs. He should know.

  Hissing out a breath, Tony tightened his fingers around the base of his length. His balls were throbbing like a sonofabitch. Much more and he feared the slightest movement would make him come.

  Clearly Cale agreed because he tapped her cheek and slipped free. “Enough, Blondie.” He gritted his teeth. “Seriously enough.”