by Selena Blake
He laughed. “Want something else?”
“Something bigger,” she agreed, frazzled and needy and very near the end of conscious thought.
He wrapped his hands around her hips and lifted her. She reached between them and guided the tip of his cock to her pussy. He stared into her eyes for what seemed like hours, but couldn't have been more than milliseconds.
“Happy birthday...” Aiden said just before his cock plunged into her. “To you. Happy birthday to you.”
He pulled out, his hands clamping her hips as he lifted her and Darcy moaned her protest.
She grabbed his shoulders and pushed herself onto him, loving how each inch filled her. The walls of her pussy clamped around him.
“Happy birthday, Dear sweet Darcy...” His strong arms lifted her up and down. His cock sliding in and out. “Happy birthday to you,” he said brushing his lips against hers.
She smiled and then ran her tongue along his lips loving the way he tenderly nibbled on it. Nibbling was her Achilles heel. She had plenty of soft spots and he was learning them all. Last week he'd nibbled on the spot between her neck and shoulder and she'd about dissolved into a puddle right there in the restaurant lounge.
He continued his nibbling down her jaw to her neck where he licked little patterns along her skin. She tried to be patient. Really she did. But she was at the brink. So close she could taste it. She raked her nails across his back urging him up the mountain toward fulfillment and ecstasy.
“Oh hell, I've missed you too damn much.”
Again, his words ignited her and together they pumped against each other. She wrapped her legs through the chair for leverage so she could thrust harder. His fingers bruised her hips as he helped her keep the frenzied rhythm.
Her thighs screamed with pain, begging her to stop. But she couldn't, not until she found that wonderful release. She leaned back as far as she dared, trying to improve the angle. Strong hands moved to support her back. Her panties created a delicious friction but she knew she couldn't keep the marathon up forever. She wasn't some athlete or wonder woman.
Reaching between them she fingered her clit, rubbing round and round until that blissful warmth started to rush through her. It filled her like a blinding light from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair.
Panting, she waited for Aiden to join her in release but he quickly lifted her off his lap and she stumbled back. His cock stood at attention, glistening. He was breathing hard, staring at her like he was going crazy with want. Still wearing his suit, he looked incredibly erotic. Like passion had overtaken him and there hadn't even been time to undress.
“What's wrong?” she asked while trying to drag air into her lungs.
“Nothing, gorgeous.”
“You didn't come,” she said stating the obvious, not caring that she sounded confused and slightly accusatory. Not caring about the possible consequences.
“But I will. Don't forget I have a surprise for you,” he said and began to undo his tie. “Why don't you go get comfortable and I'll pour us some wine.”
The sexy little raise of his eye brow prompted her to do his bidding, her stomach fluttering with excitement. She practically skipped from the room, eager for her surprise. She hung her dress up but tossed her bra and panties in the hamper. Comfortable he'd said.
She pulled the black and white satin babydoll and matching panties from her lingerie chest. Aiden had bought the ensemble for her about a month ago. She smiled, thinking of his thoughtfulness. He was always showering her with compliments and gifts. Sometimes she wondered how she'd gotten so lucky.
When she remembered all the times she'd dreamed of the future, of a life without such a debilitating condition, being able to wear such a sensual outfit... she'd cried more tears than any woman should have to cry. She was thankful that part of her life was under control and she could continue looking forward.
Forward to evenings like tonight, she thought with another smile as she tugged the scrap of satin over her head and tied the little matching bows on each shoulder.
“I should have brought birthday cake,” Aiden called.
“No, you shouldn't have,” she called back as she jerked the thong up her legs and over her hips.
“A great bottle of wine will have to do then,” he said as he placed the goblets on her side table. She heard the soft strain of jazz in the air as she stepped into her bedroom and let the giddiness rush through her. Damn, it felt like her first time. Only better. It always did with him.
“I did manage to scrounge up some cheese and pâté.” He gave her a grin that should have been illegal. “Or maybe I should just forget about the food and have you for a snack.” Two steps and they were toe to toe.
He’d discarded his jacket and tie. The top button of his shirt was open, giving her a tantalizing view. She’d kiss that spot later.
“You're so soft,” he murmured, running his hand down her back to cup her ass.
“And you're so hard.” He had tucked his cock back into his slacks, but she could still feel it. With shaking hands she reached up to undo the rest of his shirt buttons.
“It's all your fault, gorgeous.” What was? She stared at him, frowning. Oh, yeah. Him being hard.
“When are you going to tell me what my surprise is?” She put on her cutest pouty face. With the last four buttons undone, he stepped back.
“Not yet. You're so cute when you beg though.” He handed her a glass of Merlot and held the other to his lips.
“Is that right?” She savored the fruity taste and then crawled onto the bed. “Maybe I should beg a little more.”
“Maybe you should.” He held a pâté covered cracker between them. She took it between her teeth and waited for him to do the same.
The cracker crumbled between them, melting on her tongue. She savored the flavors and the look in his eyes. He made her feel beautiful, desirable. She smiled at him and he smiled back.
Together they finished off the cheese and crackers. Aiden refilled her goblet and then approached the edge of the bed.
“Here's the first part of your surprise.” He let a black blindfold dangle from his fingers.
Chapter Two
“Really?” Her stomach fluttered with nervousness and excitement.
“Uh-huh.” He stretched the band between his hands. “Hold still,” he murmured and slipped it over her eyes. The world went black and she became acutely aware of the sounds around her. His shallow breathing, the music from the other room, her own racing heart beat. Well, maybe she couldn't hear her heart beat, but she sure was feeling it. Everywhere. In her ears, her throat, her wrists, even her finger tips.
Liquid heat pooled low in her belly getting her slick and ready for a night of passion. She felt an ache there too. Desire... Need... Want...
A hand slid from her waist down to her hip, whispering over the sheer fabric.
“You're so beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“You sound breathless.” His voice was barely a whisper. His lips must have been inches from her ear.
She nodded, definitely feeling breathless. The blindfold put her at a disadvantage... but at the same time heightened her other senses.
She felt his breath against her cheek and longed to nuzzle against him. Lick him. A little off balance, she put her hand out to steady herself. Instead of the solid chest she'd expected, his hand clasped hers offering plenty of strength and support.
“You know I had to take a cold shower every day while I was gone?” He whispered in her other ear.
She didn't believe him. Not really. But his words turned her on nevertheless. Her nipples strained against the silken fabric that encasing her breasts. She wished he'd touch her there.
But he didn't.
Instead he tugged her hand up behind her head. He took her other wrist and did the same.
“Lace your fingers and don't move unless I tell you to.”
“Feeling bossy today?”
“Oh yeah, baby.”
His voice was low and incredibly seductive. He trailed his fingers along the straps to her breasts and tugged the cups down until the cool air caressed her sensitive skin.
“What if I don't want to mind?”
He cupped her breasts in his hands, rolling her nipples between his finger and thumb. She felt herself melting into his hands.
Warm lips closed over the aching peaks and the gentle suction made her press herself shamelessly against him. When his teeth nipped at the sensitive bud the breath she'd been holding whooshed out.
And just when she thought it couldn't get any sweeter, fingers stroked her through her panties. Panties she was sure were wet with her moisture.
“Are you sure you don't want to mind?” he asked.
She wasn't sure about much of anything right now. Her mind was consumed with all the tingly places screaming to be touched: her sides, shoulders, thighs. The orgasm that was just starting to build.
“I can stop--”
“No!”
“No?”
“Don't stop.” She barely recognized her own voice. It was so pleading, so husky.
“I thought I was the one giving the orders,” he said, his tone gruff but playful. His playfulness was one of the things she liked most about him. That and he seemed to know exactly how to push, or stroke, her buttons.
“And I thought you wanted me to beg more often.”
Warm, rich laughter rang through the room and she loved the sound. Loved that they could laugh in the bedroom.
“That I do. Tell me what you want.”
“I--” She couldn't say it out loud, could she? Even as much as she wanted him, knew how much he wanted her, she was still shy sometimes. Aiden was always happy to strip that shyness away from her.
“Come on. All you have to do is tell me.” His breath caressed her cheek again.
“Touch me.”
“Where?”
She started to reach for his hands but he stopped her. It was just as well she supposed, otherwise she might have poked his eye out. The blindfold heightened her other senses and she could make out the scent of the detergent he used to wash his clothes. But she certainly couldn't make out his features, where exactly he was in the room, or where his hands were.
She smiled at the realization.
“My breasts. Touch my breasts.”
He immediately complied and a happy little groan escaped her lips.
“Like this?” He asked, tweaking her nipples between his fingers. Again, an orgasm started to build as he expertly manipulated the tender peaks. She could feel her pulse rushing through her body, pounding through her pussy. He was quickly bringing her to the point of no return. Quicker than ever before.
“Harder,” she said, her voice barely more than a moan.
He did as she commanded. Pleasure and pain radiated through her breasts and she couldn't help but want more. She felt like she was climbing a mountain, so close to the top. Her lack of sight helped her focus on each touch, no matter how small the caress, or how sharp the tug on the tender tip. So close. So very close.
Then his mouth closed over her left breast, his teeth pulling hard on her nipple, as his hands gently kneaded her flesh. She hit the peak of the mountain and soared into nothingness.
“Yes!” she shouted as her orgasm swept through her, her voice echoing through the room. Pleasure pulsed through her blood making her light headed. She swayed forward but he held her steady.
It went on and on. His mouth closed over hers, greedily plundering her own. His tongue met hers for an instant before retreating. She let hers follow and he sucked it inside his mouth which only caused the blissful tingling sensations to continue.
A gentle nibble on her breast drew her attention away from the kiss. And then it hit her full force. Two mouths. Four hands. Not including hers!
Shock knocked her backwards. She screamed, tearing the mask from her eyes and scooted across the bed.
“You're all right, baby,” Aiden said.
She didn't feel all right! Next to him his friend Reed straightened to his full height.
Darcy's stomach did a back flip. Gasping, she tugged the cups of the nighty up over her breasts and crossed her arms over her chest.
Her heart was pounding now for a whole different reason.
“Darcy, you remember Reed, right?” Aiden's voice was calm, like he was making an introduction at a dinner party, not standing in her bedroom with another man and her barely dressed.
A blush crept up her cheeks but she managed to nod. The tall, dark haired man didn't look the least bit embarrassed. In fact his eyes were bright, his posture radiating his hunger and desire. He seemed almost predatory, like he was ready to pounce on her. Ravish her.
Her blood pressure spiked.
“What-- what's going on?” She glanced at Aiden, her mouth suddenly dry. She felt like she'd eaten chalk.
“Remember a few weeks back when we shared our fantasies...” Aiden crawled across the bed toward her and she had the crazy instinct to back away. His blue eyes were sharp, wolfish.
“I said my fantasy was to make love to you while you were dressed in my shirt and tie.” She nodded, remembering a night of wine and laughter, secrets and submission. “And you said your fantasy was to have--”
“Two men at once,” she whispered, finishing his sentence. Oh God. Had she really said that out loud? Why had she said it in the first place?
Sure, she'd dreamed of it. Repeatedly. What woman wouldn't want to be adored by two men at once? Made love to, given the exquisite pleasure that four hands, two mouths, and two hard cocks could bring...
Aiden smiled. “You were serious, right?”
As she looked back and forth between the two men, her thoughts traveled back to the night she'd admitted that particular fantasy. His fantasy had been to make love to her... with her wearing his dress shirt and tie.
And the reality had been even more wonderful than the fantasy. She'd donned his crisp white dress shirt with pearlescent buttons and he'd tied her hands with his red silk tie. Then he'd proceeded to tempt and taunt her, ultimately bringing her a pleasure she'd never known before. He'd catered to her every need while not letting her come until he'd said she could.
And when he'd finally given in the orgasm had roared through her, its deliciousness lasting for hours.
“Maybe we should watch a movie and let Darcy make up her mind,” Reed said in his usual quiet but commanding tone. Whereas Aiden's voice was sweet and cajoling, Reed's softly demanded attention.
A movie sounded like a fantastic idea to her. If she was going to do this-- this wild, crazy, daringly delicious thing-- she was going to need some time to prepare.
She needed this adventure, she knew. After years hiding out, hiding herself she felt it important to catch up on experiences. And while this particular one had always been a fantasy, a very secret fantasy that she'd stupidly blathered... she couldn't help letting her eyes roam over Reed and Aiden as they headed for her bedroom door.
Would it really be as incredible as it was in her mind? Faced with the decision, she began to worry not about the mechanics or the whos, but the whys. Did sharing her body with two men make her a bad person?
Of course not, she reasoned, shaking her head. Men and women had multiple partners over their lives. What difference did it make if she had sex with Reed now, with Aiden present? It was all just sex. Pleasure.
Problem was, even after two bliss filled orgasms, she still felt empty.
Goosebumps covered her arms and legs. They weren't pressuring her. They were letting her make the decision. She looked around the room, realizing she'd always wonder what it would have been like. She'd always remember the feel of Reed's mouth closed over her breast, sucking on her nipples and driving her mad while Aiden kissed her with so much passion she was lightheaded from it all.
If that feeling was an indication of what a night between the two of them would be like... Her stomach gave a nervous flutter. Excitement quickly took the place of
her earlier surprise, desire won over the embarrassment, and curiosity conquered the fear. One night. One bliss filled night she'd belong to them both. The friend who'd brought her so much pleasure in the past. The one she'd always trusted and on some levels loved. And his friend who was quietly demanding, darkly handsome, and dangerously seductive.
Would she survive it?
Was it possible to die from too much pleasure?
A smile stole across her face and she scooted across the bed toward the door. No one but the three of them had to know. Not her clients. Not her parents. Not her girlfriends.
Although her girlfriends would be totally jealous.
She didn't know what her future held. But she was sure that she'd savor the memory that they'd create tonight forever.
With her mind made up and her wine glass in hand she headed down the short hallway to her living room.
Reed and Aiden were sitting on her leather couch, as far away from each other as possible. She smiled at them, but knew they could see her nervousness.
“Mind if I join you?”
“Not at all,” Aiden said while Reed stayed silent. Both of them looked her up and down and she could swear she could feel it on her skin. The babydoll's short skirt didn't cover all that much.
Aiden patted the spot next to him on the couch. “Movie just started.” He seemed casual enough, but Darcy could see how tense he was. He'd given her two great orgasms and hadn't had one himself. And though he tried to hide it, she could see his erection tenting his pants.
She took her spot and tried not to spill her wine. He rested his arm along the back of the couch and she nestled into his warmth. How any times had they sat just like this over the years? Dozens? Now she no longer denied the attraction.
Every so often she had a case of doubts. How could a man like Aiden, smart, handsome, warm... how could he be attracted to her? Someone who spent her life hidden behind a red rash and layers of cotton.
“What's going on in that pretty head?” Aiden whispered. Since they'd first met, he'd always had an uncanny ability to pick up on her moods.
She shook her head and forced a smile. She didn't have to tell Aiden about her doubts. He was far too observant. He said it was a skill honed by dealing with patients who didn't always tell the whole truth.
