NeedMe

by Cari Quinn

  “From your damn brother.”

  “Oh yeah, you’re on the date.” Marcia grinned. “How’s it going?”

  “Not too well, considering I’m in the bathroom about to rip out my hair. He’s so egotistical!”

  “Well, yes, Adam has a healthy sense of self-esteem. He’s a good guy, really he is. He just likes talking about himself sometimes.”

  “Sometimes? For the past hour he’s alternated between staring at my breasts, talking about his old track and football days and bragging about his latest land deals. He’s a complete boor.”

  “Invite him back to your apartment. That’ll shut him up.”

  “Yeah, that’s another thing. I live with my aunt. He’s staying with Spencer. So even if I wanted, for some godforsaken reason, to see if any part of him is worth investigating further, someone would be right down the hall. Not going to happen.”

  Marcia tightened her fingers around her phone. Man, this advice business was harder than it seemed. But she wasn’t giving up without a fight. “Don’t panic. You can go over to my place.” She winced and plugged her ear as the couple to her right started groaning enthusiastically. “Adam knows where I hide my spare key. I have a stash of condoms in my medicine cabinet. Oh, and lube. If—”

  “Oh my God, Marcia, are you serious? You really think I’m going to borrow your condoms and lube to have sex with that dud?” Before Marcia could reply, Leigh screeched the answer. “Hell no. I’m getting a piece of Rardin’s raspberry pie to go—though I bet that won’t be any better than the meal—and then I’m out of here. I’m sorry, I know you tried to do me a favor. But he’s just…ugh!” The line disconnected.

  “Great.” Marcia sighed. “Fucking great.”

  Cale laughed as she lowered her phone. “Problem?”

  “Just fits with the rest of the night so far.” She glanced over her shoulder. Where the hell was Tony?

  Her cell went off again. She groaned when she saw Adam’s number. Time to listen to her baby brother rant and rave. He didn’t do it often but when he did, it wasn’t pretty. “Yeah?” she snapped into the phone.

  “Marsh, I owe you big-time.”

  “Huh?”

  “Leigh is just…wow. Wow. She’s hot as hell.”

  Marcia pursed her lips. Yep, she hadn’t expected this. “So you’re getting along okay?”

  “Well, she hasn’t said much yet but yeah, I think so. She has this wide-eyed thing going and it’s a real turn-on. It’s like she can’t get enough of what I’m saying.”

  She let out the laugh she couldn’t hold back any longer. God, Adam was making her feel like a relationship expert. At least she could tell when her date wasn’t enjoying things. “That’s excellent. You kids have fun, okay?”

  She hung up and shook her head as she dumped her cell in her purse. “Seriously clueless,” she said under her breath.

  “I’m afraid to ask what’s going on,” Cale said, still drawing patterns on her thigh.

  “Me too,” Tony added, dropping down on the couch beside them.

  He held something other than a drink. Namely, a large, ridged, glass dildo that he pulled out of a paper bag as if he were performing a magician’s trick.

  Marcia forgot Leigh and Adam so fast that she almost heard a whooshing sound in her ears. “Whoa. Is that for me?”

  “It’s sure not for us.” Tony leaned forward to draw the tip along her puckered lips. “So who was on the phone?”

  “Was I on the phone?” Her dazed question made them both laugh. “Nobody important. I missed you,” she added to Tony, her voice coming out quieter than she’d intended.

  “We both did,” Cale said in a high-pitched falsetto that earned him a chuckle from Tony and a slug in the gut from Marcia. “Especially since you brought reinforcements.”

  “I even stopped off in the bathroom and washed it like you’re supposed to.” A sly grin lifted his lips. “Safety first.”

  “Screw safety.” She shifted closer and locked her mouth on Tony’s, swallowing his surprised grunt. “Screw me.”

  Chapter Nine

  “Hey,” Tony murmured, trailing the dildo across her cheek. “Someone’s in a hurry.”

  “Yeah, I am.” Marcia glanced at Cale and noted his pensive expression. No good. Tonight was strictly about sex. Or it would be soon.

  Waiting until their eyes were firmly on her, she drew her dress up over her head and tossed it onto the couch. She placed one knee between Tony’s spread legs and the other between Cale’s. They both made sounds of approval while she rubbed against their hard thighs, gripping one shoulder each to stay balanced while she rocked.

  “You’re so goddamn hot.” Cale flicked open her bra and buried his face between her breasts. She dipped her head back and stared at the pinprick lights on the ceiling as he licked and nuzzled. “Most gorgeous woman in here.”

  She knew it wasn’t true, but the compliment warmed her just the same. Especially when Tony moved forward to suck on her painfully aroused nipple. “By far.”

  “I want to eat you out again. Take those panties off.” Cale’s low demand made heat wash over her body. She fumbled the panties off her hips and rose, waiting for the guys to get into position. But Cale just motioned for her to stand next to the couch. “Foot up here,” he said, patting next to his head.

  “Uh uh.” She shook her head. Getting naked in a room of strangers was one thing. But propping her foot on the back of the couch and leaning over him so that everything jiggled and bobbed was quite another. Was he nuts?

  “Uh huh.” Tony set aside the dildo and moved behind her, cupping her ass in his broad palms. “I won’t let you fall.”

  She looked back over her shoulder at her lover and swallowed over the constriction in her throat. No. He wouldn’t.

  “Not shy, are you?” Cale eased forward and stroked her thighs, his amusement plain in the quirk of his lips. “You have a beautiful body. Why are you afraid to show it?”

  ”I’m not shy.” Even the word tasted bitter. And so what if some parts of her wobbled a bit? She wouldn’t be looking at them, now would she?

  And she could always close her eyes.

  Before she changed her mind, she assumed the position Cale had indicated. She was pretty agile but the burn in her leg muscles as he extended her leg so he could slide underneath made her suck in a breath. “Flex your foot,” Tony whispered in her ear, hands securely on her hips. Then Cale’s mouth was on her and she couldn’t think, period.

  Now he was agile. Especially that stabbing, thrusting tongue that seemed to curve and bend in ways that defied the laws of…well, everything. He hunched his shoulders and slid way down low so he could drive inside her, his nose tickling her clit with each pass. She anchored her fingers in his hair and gasped, her eyes flying open for one second when he added his thumb into the mix.

  People were watching. Tonight she couldn’t dismiss most of them as wanting to watch the guys, because they were both fully clothed. She was the one nude and on display. The one twisting and undulating from Cale’s fervent sucks on her sex. From the avid expressions on the scattered couples and singles around them, no one was checking her body for flaws.

  “Feel good?” Tony reached around and covered her breast with his palm, rubbing briskly while he slid his cock up and down against her ass. He was hard for her, so hard, and the relief that sang through her almost overwhelmed her arousal. “Are you dripping for him, baby?”

  She managed to turn her head to meet his probing gaze. His eyes were so dark again. Too dark. Her heart lurched. “For you,” she whispered.

  A moan broke from her when Cale fixed his hungry mouth on her again. He didn’t build her orgasm slowly. Nope, this was already the lightning round and he was going for gold with open-mouthed, ravenous kisses on her quivering flesh.

  He hadn’t been kidding about eating her out. Right now he was consuming her as if he’d never tasted pussy before. She shook from the tips of her toes to the pit of her belly, her nerves stret
ching tight while she leaned far forward into Cale’s wet strokes. She grappled for Tony’s hand, clutching it against her hip.

  “I’ve got you.”

  With those soft words in her ear, she gave in to what she needed. Sought it with every fiber of her body. She widened her stance, pressed her toes into the firm cushions. Arched to meet the wave that didn’t threaten to drown her, but seemed to rise up from the very depths of her soul, obliterating everything in its path.

  Cale emerged from between her thighs with a smug smile that made her laugh even while she fought the residual shudders from her climax. “Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

  “Your mouth’s right up there with a top-of-the-line Hoover, so that’s a no.” She grinned. “Not bad.”

  Tony’s arms came up around her and he kissed the side of her throat, his lips oh so warm. “I swear, a guy could get drunk just off watching you come.”

  “Or tasting you come,” Cale put in, adjusting the bulge in his jeans.

  She sighed and relaxed into Tony’s protective hold. He cradled her against him, his hands and arms blocking as much of the view of her body as possible. If he didn’t want to share her anymore, she could deal with that just fine.

  “Now we’re going for a ride,” he said next to her cheek, surprising her all over again. Apparently the night wasn’t through.

  “Okay.” She turned to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Whatever you want.”

  He got that, didn’t he? That she wasn’t just operating for herself anymore. If he needed something else, if this didn’t work for him, she’d compromise. They’d find a way to make this work. They had to.

  “You got that wrong.” He kissed her so sweetly that her vision blurred before she let her lids close. “We’re here to give you what you want. And that’s Cale in your ass.”

  Cale followed that up with a nip on the area in question, in the center of her left cheek. She squealed and whirled around, shaking her head at their laughter. Such men.

  “C’mere.” Cale patted his lap, drawing her attention to the indisputable fact that he had a monster cock. Since he’d so kindly shoved his jeans to the knees while she’d been taking a one-way-trip to romancelandia with her boyfriend, it stood in all its glory, probably commanding the attention of most of the females nearby.

  She glanced around and saw that she was right.

  “Go on,” Tony said with a chuckle, giving her a little shove. “Climb on before the horde starts lining up for autographs.”

  “He’s not ready to sign any yet. Maybe in a couple minutes.” Cale lifted his brows at Marcia. “Depends on if your hot mama decides to make my night.”

  “Hot mama, huh? That’s a new one.” Marcia giggled and started to straddle his lap, but Tony pulled her back.

  “Spin around, baby. You know the kind of ride you both want most.”

  Her heart knocking against her ribs, she turned and shuddered at the sensation of Cale sliding his hand through the abundant arousal between her thighs. Then she felt his damp fingers probing at her rosette, teasing her as they glided just inside. She bit her lip. Fuck, that felt good. And so would Cale, assuming she could turn on a waterfall. That was the only way she’d be able to take him inside her. “Uh, guys, I think we need—”

  “Already taken care of.” Tony grabbed his brown paper bag and removed a tube of lube.

  She nodded, relaxing. “You’re my kind of Scout. Who needs a utility knife?”

  “Yeah, so let’s get going with our campfire. Bend over and show me that ass. Let me get you nice and wet.”

  She did as Cale asked, stiffening for a heartbeat before his slick fingers stroked between her cheeks. He started with two, probably figuring she could take it. Maybe thinking she’d adjust soon enough if she couldn’t. The burn was brief and then he was working her with first two, then three fingers. He curved them just right so that she felt herself opening up, inside and out. Her arousal gathered between her legs, sliding down to coat her thighs while she grabbed her knees and tried not to come again so soon. God, she had the most sensitive ass in the world.

  “I love watching you. Do you have any clue how sexy you are?”

  Her flippant response died on her tongue when Tony cupped her chin and laid his lips against her forehead. The sound of a packet ripping barely registered over the sweeps of her lover’s mouth on her skin.

  He was right here with her, sharing this. Sexy fun times three. No more doubts, nothing to mar this moment. She couldn’t wait to have him inside her again.

  Then Tony reached for the dildo and lube.

  Before she could question it, Cale removed his fingers and spread his legs. She barely had a chance to get used to being empty again when he pulled her down on him, not wasting any time on niceties or even a friendly “incoming”. Apparently he was ready to fuck. Now.

  With one heart-stopping thrust he impaled her on his cock. The startled cry that left her was as much pain as pleasure. Hot damn, he was huge. She couldn’t even breathe from the fullness of him inside her and now Tony was pointing that glistening glass dildo like a kinkster’s idea of a light saber.

  Belatedly, she realized he was pointing it at Cale, not her. Thank God. She’d officially flung up a “no vacancy” sign on her orifices for the foreseeable future. “What the hell, man?” Tony tossed aside the lube. “She’s not a goddamn blow-up doll.”

  “Sorry.” Cale’s warm breaths blasted her back as he hauled her against him. “Sorry, sweetheart. Are you okay?”

  “Marsh?” Tony brushed his hand down her hair. “Baby, are you okay?”

  “I’ll pull out. Hold on, sweetheart.” When he started to, she met Tony’s worried gaze and gripped Cale’s muscled forearm. She shook her head and gave Cale a weak squeeze, both inside and out. That would have to do.

  Cale groaned softly. “Sure?”

  Maybe if he shifted she’d be able to concentrate on something else. Surely no one had died at Kink before. She didn’t intend to be the first.

  She nodded. “Move,” she whispered.

  He moved. Slowly at first, drawing her back so that she could sag into his hold. She couldn’t even do anything but take his thrusts for a couple of minutes. Long, beyond thick, he drove into her again and again. He spread her all the way open, leaving her quaking and vulnerable. She wasn’t just at his mercy, she was at the mercy of all the pairs of eyes studying her every move.

  There weren’t that many, probably. Most of the people were into their own thing. Or things, depending. And she and Cale weren’t making any noise, not even breathing that loudly. It was as if they had dropped into their own airless space, cushioned so that sound couldn’t get in or out.

  Her clit throbbed but she couldn’t summon strength to touch herself. Some fundamental part of her consciousness had splintered off and she was stuck in middle space, drifting along on a current of pure erotic sensation.

  Tony knelt between their spread legs, pulling her focus from the oh so fascinating ceiling lights. “You’ve fucked her into a catatonic state, man,” he said, almost sounding impressed.

  A laugh spilled out of her. On its heels came a blinding cramp of pleasure that almost split her in two.

  “Not catatonic,” Cale managed, smug as ever, as Tony again lifted his naughty light saber.

  “This should wake her up.”

  Tony drew the tip of the dildo along the seam between her legs, finally giving her needy clit some attention. She gasped when he kept going, inching it inside her up to the first set of ripples in the glass. Then deeper when she arched and pleaded for more. He seated it inside her quickly, Cale’s loud grunts rising to overtake her own mindless whimpers.

  The sound lock broke and her mind exploded with the noises of their lovemaking. Her body’s wet suction around the dildo. Around the cock in her ass. Tony’s low groans as he pushed his toy into her hungry pussy. And Cale’s endless grunts, as if he were absorbing body blows from a dozen invisible boxers.

  “So fucking tig
ht. You’re going to make me come.” Cale sounded shocked by the fact, which might’ve made her grin had she still had working facial muscles. Since she didn’t, she bore down on him until he released a vicious curse and fisted his hand in her hair. “You want it, don’t you? Bet you wish you could feel all that hot cum splashing your snug little asshole.”

  Uh huh. Yes, please.

  Tony brushed his mouth over her knee and she let out a keening wail, not caring if she woke the dead. Or who was watching. Her sex pulsed like a thousand heartbeats and she clenched around the dual shafts of heat spearing up inside her. She couldn’t hold on anymore. Why should she, when she knew there was only more where that came from?

  She gasped at the starshow behind her lids. Then her mind went black and her body went wild, hips bucking, release streaming.

  Cale pulled back and surged deep, slamming against her hard enough to hurt if she’d still been capable of feeling. Then he was coming too, his abbreviated shout and wrenching spasms catching the tail end of her climax and spinning it out into infinity.

  Oh. My. God.

  She roused at the sensation of Tony withdrawing the toy from her sex. She moaned as he licked it clean, bliss written in every rugged line of his face. Inexplicably, her pussy tightened again, ready for more, even with the cock still fully lodged in her ass.

  It would have to be later. She let her head drop back against Cale. Way, way later.

  Tony sat next to his best friend and his best girl and surveyed the scene around him. Couples were in clinches everywhere he glanced. In the corner, there were no fewer than five people engaged in an enthusiastic gropefest. Swaying breasts, pert asses, shaved pussies. He could’ve looked his fill at any or all of the above, and all he wanted was to go home and talk about the future with the woman he loved.

  Sap.

  He couldn’t even claim it was because he was satisfied. His rigid cock proved that. He hadn’t come yet, but he’d worry about that later.

  Which probably made him a dopey sap.

  Smothering a sigh, he brushed a kiss over Marsh’s cheek and told her he’d be right back. Getting some air sounded like a very good idea at the moment.