Hers for the Evening

by Jasmine Haynes

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  Hunter cupped her cheek and slowly slipped from between her lips. “Suck him for me. I want to watch while you know I’m watching.”

  Her mouth watered. Hunter ordered, and she obeyed. She wanted to do anything he asked. She needed him hot, hard, and aching as she did to another what she’d given to him moments before. Her emotions about it were all jumbled, what she should feel versus what she actually felt. It should be awful to be shared, like a sex object instead of a woman. To be told what to do. A normal woman would be angry he’d tricked her. Yet everything about tonight excited her. Relaxing all the inhibitions, letting go of the need to control. The freedom not to have to make a decision. Yet feeling the power of it all, too. Such a seductive dichotomy.

  There was only one word to say. “Yes.”

  Hunter held out a hand as if she were a queen and helped her to her feet. “A sip of wine first.” He put the glass to her lips as she drank, then swallowed from the same spot. Setting it down again, he shoved the coffee table farther from the couch and led her to Kenneth as he reclined against the cushions. Hunter pushed her to her knees, then hunkered down behind her, draping her body with his, lips at her ear as he whispered, “I want to watch every moment.” His voice made her creamy. “Take him,” he urged. When she held Kenneth, she couldn’t feel the difference, but it came as she slid him between her lips. He was still thick and large, but she didn’t have to stretch as wide, and her mouth came closer to his base. His taste was saltysweet; Hunter’s was simply more. Hunter himself was more. Behind her, Hunter groaned his appreciation as he raised her dress over her butt. A heated touch, a warm breath, he kissed her high on her hip before he trailed down the crease of her buttocks. Entering her pussy with his thumb, he stroked a finger over her clit.

  Lord. She sucked, and her body moved of its own accord, pumping, forcing Hunter to fuck her with his hand. Kenneth moaned and arched, shoving his cock deeper down her throat.

  “Christ, that’s hot, baby.” Hunter crooned encouragement to her. “You’re so fucking wet.” And more. “I love the sound of his cock in your mouth. Tell me how it feels.” The last was directed at Kenneth.

  “Ah shit, man, she sucks so fucking hard on the tip, it feels like she’s sucking my soul out.”

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  “Yeah,” Hunter whispered.

  Devon figured it was a good thing.

  “Make her do that thing to my balls,” Kenneth pleaded in a strangled voice. Hunter circled her clit. “Lick his balls, baby. Suck them into your mouth. Make him crazy.”

  She was crazy with sensory overload, Hunter’s body surrounding her, his fingers in her, on her, slipping, sliding, his scent in her nose, his taste lingering on her tongue, melding with Kenneth’s.

  She nibbled down the outside of his cock and licked the tender flesh of his sac.

  “Harder,” Kenneth begged.

  She sucked him inside her mouth, swirled her tongue against his flesh. He arched and cried out.

  Hunter pulled her off, holding her hips, his fingers damp with her juice as he nipped the side of her neck like a lion anchoring his lioness. “I want to fuck you like this.”

  She wasn’t even naked yet, and she didn’t care. “Yes.”

  “Say my name.”

  The courtesan had said that when it was a game. Now it was real. Her pussy clenched with need. “Please fuck me, Hunter.”

  “Hold on to Kenneth’s thighs, but don’t suck him.”

  She did as she was told while Hunter grabbed a condom from the coffee table and donned it, his fingers brushing her backside. Grabbing the bottle of lube, he coated his cock and drizzled the warm liquid down her butt crease, soothing it into her flesh until it heated.

  “Oh.” She wriggled, the sensation intense.

  “Nice?” he asked, rubbing his cock against her opening.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  He wanted his name. She had to give it to him. “Yes, Hunter, I love it.”

  He eased inside her, slowly, an inch, then another. So big, so thick, filling her. She squeezed Kenneth’s thighs, her nails sinking in. She didn’t even realize until he groaned, arched, and wrapped his hand around his cock to stroke himself as if he liked the small pain.

  Hunter began to move, and oh, my, God, it was good. His broad length found 141

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  her G-spot like a homing device. The tip of Kenneth’s cock bobbed in front of her, the crown purple with need. He stroked faster, harder, his hand twisting, engulfing, retreating. Hunter tossed him the lube, and he drowned his cockhead in it.

  Devon hung on to his thighs as Hunter leaned low over her, thrusting higher, shoving her closer to Kenneth’s cock.

  “Christ, you’re tight.” Maybe because she’d never had children. “I love the feel of your pussy, Devon.” He seduced her all over with words just as he had while she sucked Kenneth. “I’ve dreamed about this,” he whispered, “I’ve jerked off envisioning it, I need it. Fuck, Christ, I’ve wanted you.” He put his finger to her clit and combined with his cock on her G-spot, she lost her mind. He throbbed inside her, pulsed, stretching her walls as her body jerked. Without his prompting, she gave him what he’d asked for earlier, his name.

  “Oh God, Hunter. Fuck me, Hunter, I need this, Hunter, Hunter.” His name over and over as she trembled with release, a never-ending sensation that seemed closer to heaven than she’d ever gone.

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  HE FELT COMPLETE. IT WASN’T A GUY TYPE OF NOTION, YET BURIED

  inside Devon, his cock still pulsing with an out-of-this-world climax, it was the only rational thought Hunter had.

  She lay with her face practically in Kenneth’s lap, breathing hard yet otherwise unmoving. Hunter stroked away the hair covering her face, kissed her temple. “Devon?”

  She mumbled unintelligibly.

  He’d fucked her but he hadn’t wanted her to suck Kenneth at the same time. Because he wanted that for himself, to witness Kenneth filling her, drink in her moans of pleasure, watch her body jerk and shimmy with orgasm. All while his cock was in her mouth. Perhaps the idea had been born the night he watched Kenneth take her on her office sofa. Come to think of it, there was no perhaps about it.

  “Have you ever had a man in your pussy and a cock in your mouth at the same time?” He glanced at Kenneth. The guy wore a big smile. She stirred. “You told me not to suck him,” she said. Kenneth tipped her chin. “What he’s saying, sweetheart, is that he wants me to fuck you while you suck his cock.”

  She glanced back at Hunter, her eyes midnight blue and questioning.

  “I want to watch how good he makes you feel. When I fuck you, I can’t think, much less watch your face.” He pumped slightly inside her, his cock not as hard after the climax, but still erect. It would be no time at all. “I want to see your pleasure.” Like a drug high, he needed to relive the emotions of that night, the first time he actually allowed himself to see Devon. “Let him make you feel good,” he urged.

  “Order me to do it for you,” she whispered.

  In ten years, he’d never told Devon to do anything. When they were peers, they’d exchanged ideas. As her CFO, he suggested a course of action to her. She always made her own choice, her own decision. There was the key. Devon was turned on by someone else being her decision maker. He’d never have guessed it, but hell, he’d give it to her the way she wanted it and get off on the role-play himself. 143

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  He pulled from her delectable pussy, stripped off the condom, tossing it in the trash by the desk.

  She turned her head on Kenneth’s lap to watch his every move. He’d come not five minutes ago, but this side of Devon set his cock raging again.

  “Stand up,” he told her.

  She braced herself on Kenneth’s thighs and pushed to her feet. Her dress, now resembling crushed velvet, slid down to cover her thighs. H
e tipped his head. “Shall we have you naked or dressed to fuck him?” He stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Dressed. That’ll be sluttier.”

  Her eyes sparkled. He marveled that this was the same Devon Parker he’d known for so long. She looked softer, gentler. She’d always been womanly, feminine, yet for tonight, she’d lost the hard edge she was capable of. Fuck if it didn’t make his head spin with desire.

  “Hand him a condom.”

  She grabbed one from the table. Kenneth ripped open the package and rolled the latex over his erection, then bathed himself with lube.

  “Now how do I want to see it?” Hunter mused aloud. Peaking above the neckline of her dress, her nipples were tight buds, the areoles a deep, aroused shade of rose.

  “Ride him backward,” he ordered, “your back to his chest.”

  Kenneth shifted on the couch, sitting upright against the back cushions. He patted his lap for her. Devon straddled him, knees bent, legs spread over his cock. Her pussy glistened with her juices.

  “Slowly,” Hunter directed. “I want to watch him enter you an inch at a time.”

  He wasn’t sure he’d survive it. Holding out a hand, he simply said, “Lube,” and Kenneth laid the bottle on his palm. He coated his fingers. “I’m going to put this on you.” The liquid warmed his skin. It would drive her higher. She blinked as he trailed one finger over her clit and down to her opening.

  “Do you like this, Devon, my touch on you while his cock is so close to your pussy?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes, Hunter.”

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  fluttering.

  “You loved fucking and sucking Kenneth in your office, didn’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, her eyes mere slits, open only enough to see him.

  “You loved saying my name while he fucked you.”

  “Yes, Hunter.”

  “You’re going to love fucking him now because I told you to do it.”

  She moaned as he slowly pumped her with his fingers. “Yes, Hunter.”

  He withdrew, sliding slowly across her clit. “Fuck him for me.” He tipped her chin up. “And watch me the whole time.”

  “Hunter,” she whispered, as if saying his name now was total acquiescence. Taking Kenneth’s cock in hand, she rubbed him in her lubed pussy. Hunter sat on the coffee table to watch, legs spread, arms braced behind him, cock rising.

  Kenneth’s hands on her hips guiding her, Devon took the head of his cock inside, squeezing slightly.

  How had it come to this? she wondered, enjoying the freedom from decision making, then sucking, and finally allowing a man to make her fuck another for him. This wasn’t what she’d envisioned at all. Yet it was so damn hot, she couldn’t imagine doing anything but what he demanded. Hunter’s eyes ate up the sight, mesmerized, his cock hard, flexing involuntarily against his belly. He told her what to do, yet she had the ultimate power over both men. Such an intense mixture of emotions. Her eyes wanted to close with the feel of hard cock inside her, yet she forced them open to savor Hunter’s deep gaze. A sigh slipped from her as she fully seated herself, Kenneth’s cock deep. He flexed inside, and she groaned.

  “Fuck him slowly,” Hunter murmured, nostrils flared like a racehorse, his eyes dark.

  She steadied herself with hands on thighs, knees tight to Kenneth’s. Her muscles worked, making the pleasure that much more intense. She was wet, never more so, the sound of it filling the room along with Hunter’s harsh breath. He stood. “Suck me.”

  The order made her hot, a fresh rush of cream inside her. Hunter put his hand to the back of her head and brought her mouth down to his cock, immersing himself in her.

  “God, yes,” he whispered.

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  She felt the power a submissive must experience when she has her master by the balls. She is told what to do, yet he is a slave to what she gives him by that very compliance.

  She rode Kenneth and sucked Hunter, taking them both. Kenneth’s fingers bit into her hips, forcing her to a faster pace as Hunter fucked her mouth. The room heated and steamed, the sounds of their sex bouncing off the walls, the moans, groans, the cries, the scent of come and her own juice, the smell of healthy sex, and Kenneth’s shout, the spurt of his climax inside her, his cock throbbing.

  “Fuck,” Hunter gritted out. “Devon. Jesus. This.” He pushed deep, jerked, cried out her name, and filled her mouth with his come. She held his hips as she might a delicate cup she drank from, and her own orgasm struck with the first taste of him on her tongue. She returned to herself with the insistent nudge of Kenneth’s cock inside her. Tears had leaked from the corners of her eyes, her temples damp. She’d slumped to the side and found herself cradled in Hunter’s arms. Held by one man, another’s cock still inside her, Devon opened her eyes, and for a long moment, it felt as if she were looking at the tangle of limbs from above. An out-of-body experience.

  She had fucked and sucked her CFO. And loved it. “Hunter.”

  He must have heard something in her voice. “Don’t say a word,” he said into her hair, then pulled her fully across his lap, and Kenneth fell free. “Be with me and don’t think.”

  “I was only going to say it was good, Hunter.”

  “Liar,” he chided, because of course she was going to start overanalyzing it tomorrow when they flew back home, and Monday when they saw each other in the office, she’d already be regretting.

  Kenneth rose, muffled around, his footsteps padding over the carpet, followed by the rustle of clothing, the chink of his belt buckle, the squeak of the chair as he sat to put on his shoes.

  That’s what courtesans did, they left at the appropriate time. His envelope had been under the fruit platter. He would take it as he left. She didn’t say thank you or good-bye. The door closed, and there was only Hunter’s warm body against hers and his breath sweet across her hair.

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  again? “I don’t think—”

  He cut her off. “Don’t think. This is still tonight, not tomorrow.” He gathered her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, setting her amid the bedclothes she’d neatly folded down before the evening began. Quietly, gently, he undressed her.

  He didn’t make love to her, he didn’t fuck her. He simply held her until she slept.

  Nothing in her life had ever been as perfect.

  FUCK. DAWN WAS FAST APPROACHING. HE ONLY HAD A COUPLE OF hours of darkness left. Tomorrow would be here when the first rays of light stretched across the green grass of the golf course. Even now, he heard the sprinklers chunking rhythmically outside the window. He didn’t have much time. Hunter held her body flush against his, her skin warm and fragrant with exotic perfume and hot sex. Tonight had surpassed his wildest dreams, not just about Devon, but ever. With the morning light, however, she would morph back to CEO Devon Parker.

  He didn’t know how to hold her longer. Maybe he shouldn’t even try. Maybe they were meant to have only this one fantastic night. Except that he’d had a taste, and like drinking a magician’s elixir, he’d been bewitched. He’d controlled her tonight, but tomorrow, he’d have no hold. Devon Parker, CEO, wouldn’t give it to him.

  Damn if he wouldn’t have the last say, though. One last thing for her to remember when she was alone in her bed.

  He shifted. She rolled to her back. Dipping down low over her belly, he stroked her. She squirmed, her legs falling apart. Hunter traced her delicate pussy lips. She was still wet from the night. Her body jerked slightly when he found her clit, then she sighed. Slowly, lingeringly, he dipped inside her, wetting his finger, sliding back out to circle her clit. She arched, sucked in a breath. He played her.
Her skin heated, and her nipples peaked. She moaned, spread her legs, giving him total access. Last night when he brought her to bed, he’d noticed a stash of condoms on the side table. She’d left nothing to chance. Neither would he.

  He hit a sweet spot, and her lips parted in a soft moan. She twisted, rolled her head on the pillow. Her eyes remained closed. She could have been asleep, 147

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  dreaming a wet dream. He was hard as a piling, and it was no dream. Grabbing a condom, he left her long enough to don it. She writhed on the bed, touching herself.

  He entered her. She was wet enough to take him without the lube. Christ, she was tight, like a young woman, her body supple, her skin smooth and soft as if she were ten years younger. Holding her hip, he filled her slowly. She pushed her head back into the pillow, arched into his thrust, and when she sighed this time, he imagined his name in the sound. Deeper, higher. Her body clenched around him, milked his cock, squeezed. He pulled her legs to his waist, changing the angle, heightening the penetration. She clutched his arms and let him take her.

  She came hard, tightening around him, first her pussy, then her legs, then her arms, as if she were trying to take every last inch of him inside. He bit the tender skin on the side of her neck when he climaxed, and swallowed every sound, every groan, every cry that wanted out. There were no words, she never opened her eyes. When it was over, she rolled to her side, wriggled into the pillow, and sighed as if she’d never woken up. He didn’t believe it. Tomorrow, they’d both pretend the night had never happened. Monday, it would be a distant memory. 148

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  DEVON DIDN’T KICK HIM OUT IN THE MORNING, NOR DID SHE invite him into the shower with her. She simply smiled and said, “I’ll nip in the shower, pack up, then meet you in the restaurant at seven-thirty,” as if she hadn’t just climbed out of the bed in which he’d made love to her. Denial. She was going to pretend last night hadn’t happened.

  The lock snicked a moment after she closed the bathroom door. Hunter had no choice but to leave. If he wanted to keep any freaking dignity at all. Over breakfast in the dining room, she discussed the follow-up e-mails and letters they should compose and distribute.