Wicked Garden: Menage and More Anthology

by Lorelei James

  He turned the crystal doorknob, pushed open the heavy oak door to the last room, and found Eden sprawled on a weight bench. A Stairmaster stood in one corner, a TV/DVD combo in the other. A purple yoga mat was spread on the carpet.

  Somehow he ripped his gaze away from her to check the time.

  Four minutes, forty-five seconds. He’d made it. His triumphant smile increased when he got his first complete look at the sexy outfit Eden was almost wearing. Red bustier. Red garters hooked to shimmery black stockings. Black fuck-me stilettos.

  Instantly, his dick stirred to life.

  Her cherry-colored mouth curved into a secretive feminine smile. “I was beginning to wonder if you’d gotten lost.”

  “Just losing my mind when I think of you.” He stalked toward her. “You were lounging here the whole time?”

  “Mmm.” One finger stroked her plumped cleavage. “You cut it close.” She tossed the timer to the floor. “Ten seconds left, by my calculations.”

  “Fifteen seconds by mine,” he corrected. “But I am the winner. I can do whatever I want, right?”

  “Within reason.”

  “I’d never do anything to hurt you when I’ve thought about nothing but touching you all day.” Billy crouched in front of her, his hands glided up the outside of her stocking-clad legs, over lace-covered narrow hips and rib cage. His thumbs brushed the generous swell of her breasts, purposely avoiding her nipples, lingering across the graceful sweep of her collarbone. He palmed her shoulders, lightly trailing his fingers down her arms to clasp her small hands.

  He tugged her to her feet, angling his head to draw in the fragrant scent of her hair. “Kiss me.”

  Her lips parted and she latched onto his tie, hauling his mouth to hers. Not a sweet, welcoming kiss; Eden inhaled him with a tongue thrusting, clash of lips and teeth.

  A heartfelt groan had him gathering her silken hair in his fists.

  Eden broke her mouth free, nibbling over his jawbone up to whisper, “The bed’s in the other room.”

  “We don’t need a bed. I want to look at you. Stand right here.” Billy expected her to protest, but she placed her feet on the carpet where he’d indicated. “Beautiful. Close your eyes.”

  Her long lashes drifted shut.

  Billy circled her, dusting his fingertips over her petal soft skin. Standing behind her, he let his breath waft across her damp nape until she shivered. “Did you wear this outfit to tease me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Hold still while I take it off.” He sank to his knees, running his palms up the back of her muscled calves, across that expanse of fabulous thigh. The gap between garter and stocking held his fascination and he bent to taste it.

  Eden gasped. Her gasp morphed into a full-blown moan when his tongue licked a wet path up to the sweet curve of her hip. He explored that exquisitely sensitive skin, using feathery strokes on the outside of her legs.

  “Unhook the garters,” he said gruffly.

  She fumbled with the stockings until they were free of the clasps.

  The sight of Eden bending over, smooth ass pushed out, the line of her spine flat, made him adjust his erection. He’d take her that way, cock grinding into her sweet, hot pussy as his fingers dug into those curvy hips.

  “Turn around and sit on the bench.”

  “Can I open my eyes?”

  “Yes.” Billy fell to his knees. “Let’s get those sexy shoes off.”

  She lifted her leg, placing the toe of her black pump on his shoulder. Cupping her ankle, he removed her shoe and slid off the stocking, licking, nibbling and kissing each portion of newly bared skin. He repeated the agonizingly slow process on the other leg. Once finished, he scrutinized her, noting her ragged breathing as he placed his hands on her knees.

  He tugged at the bustier. “Take it off.”

  “The zipper is in the back, so if you’re expecting a sexy striptease—”

  Billy blocked up her dissent with his mouth. He fed on her sweetness, groaning at the press of her lace-covered breasts to his chest. He hungered for this hot-blooded woman moaning in his arms and wouldn’t be satisfied until he memorized the distinctive taste of her as she climaxed against his tongue.

  Reaching behind her, he yanked on the zipper. The bodice fell and he tossed it aside. He blazed a trail of wet, hot kisses to the tops of her breasts.

  “These are perfect. I want to take hours learning how you like to be touched here. But for now…” He sucked as much of that soft flesh into his mouth as he possibly could. Feasting on her breasts until the pink tips bloomed a darker rose.

  She cried out, arching her back, straining against him.

  His cock swelled from her throaty growls. He leapt to his feet and eased her back onto the inclined bench seat.

  Billy unknotted the tie and threw it behind him. He made short work of his dress shirt, shoes and socks. He only unbuttoned the top button of his slacks. Again he slipped his hands up her body, savoring every sexy inch. “What’s really going through that sharp mind, gorgeous?”

  Her eyes turned liquid, a soft hue that bespoke of raw passion. “I’ve thought of this since I was seventeen.”

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to put your mouth on me.”

  Smiling, he bent and kissed her knee.

  “Smart-ass,” she hissed.

  “You weren’t very explicit.”

  She propped herself up on her elbows, eyes gleaming. “I want your mouth sucking between my legs until I come.”

  He stared at her and grinned. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

  “And I want it right now.”

  He hooked his fingers inside her red lace panties, dragging them down her long legs and carelessly tossed them over his shoulder. “You asked for it. Remember that when you’re begging me to let you come.”

  Chapter Five

  “I can take it,” Eden said boldly, even when the sparkle in his eye sent shivers to her core.

  Billy gently nudged her and she lowered her back flat, staring at the ivory ceiling. Perched on the end of the weight bench, he placed his hands on her knees. “Wider. Show me what I’ve won. Show me what’s mine tonight.”

  A wave of desire washed over her. She stretched her legs, letting her heels rest on the metal rungs of the bench. Her eyes closed when his hot flesh moved into the space she’d created between her thighs.

  His finger slid through the wetness of her pussy, stopping to trace the triangle of curls. “So pretty. So pink.” One hand stroked her thigh. His mouth came into play, kissing her hipbones, the sensitive line of skin below her navel. A warm tongue skated across each rib as he made a thorough journey up her body.

  His thumb flicked across that pouting bundle of nerves at her center, gliding down to rest in her slick opening. He repeated the path up and down her wet slit, gradually increasing the rhythm so it was a constant stroking.

  Eden began to thrash. Even the fake leather bench seat was too much stimulus on her skin. She wanted his mouth everywhere—on her lips, on her breasts, on her aching sex. Finally that wayward mouth reached her nipples, using the tiniest amount of tongue on tips. “Please, Billy.”

  As he latched onto her nipple with his teeth, he slid two fingers deep inside her pussy.

  The sensation of his hungry mouth suckling her breast, his long fingers pumping in and out, his thumb rubbing her clit, sent her careening into space. She pressed up to meet his demanding fingers, clutching his strong shoulders, shudders racking her from scalp to toes as he milked even the tiniest spasm.

  After her sex quit pulsing, Eden opened her eyes, mortified by being so quick on the trigger.

  But Billy’s intense gaze indicated he hadn’t minded her speedy trip to climax. His hand slid from between her thighs, smoothed a wet line up her belly, which he followed with this tongue. “Beautiful,” he growled against her flushed skin.

  Eden dove her hands into his thick hair. Her impatient palms tracked the iron conto
urs of his broad shoulders, down his powerfully muscled back. She tugged at the wool fabric of his suit pants. “I want you,” she murmured against his mouth.

  “No.” Billy pressed into a push-up position, using the bar above her head as leverage. “I want to look in your eyes when I make you come this time.” With that declaration, he stepped back, circled her ankles and planted her feet on his shoulders.

  She struggled to sit up. “What are you doing?”

  “Putting my mouth on you.” His tongue swirled a path up the inside of her thigh. “Stay like that,” he warned, “watch me taste you.”

  “B-but, it’s too soon, I-I can’t possibly—”

  “You can,” he said, licking a wide swath over the center of her, “you will.” His thumbs spread her folds apart, dragging his mouth up and down the dripping furrow. In a breathless second, he jammed his hot, wiggling tongue inside her pussy as high as it would reach.

  “Oh. My. God.” The muscles below her belly button rippled as his mouth worked magic. Soft hair brushed the inside of her thighs making them tremble anew.

  “Jesus, you taste like some dark exotic fruit,” he groaned, lapping at the moisture pouring from her sex. Billy’s head lifted, his mouth glistened with her juices. “Keep your eyes on mine.” Again his nimble tongue connected with her clit, drawing a series of figure eights.

  Blood rushed to the swollen membranes as that elusive point pulsed. The steel bar dug into her lower back as her legs tensed, her nipples beaded, a zing of white-hot heat shot straight to her core.

  When the vibrations started, Billy trained his eyes on her face, and his callused fingers tweaked her nipple.

  Eden moaned as orgasm number two flooded her. She watched Billy’s heavy-lidded eyes as the climax he’d wrought emblazoned a mark on her.

  The delicious throbbing slowed. Stopped. He scattered kisses along the tops of her thighs. Replete, she flopped back on the hard bench with a gusty sigh.

  Billy’s mouth meandered up her torso, tasting the dips and valleys of her sated flesh until he reached her lips. His gentle breath swept her mouth open and his tongue plunged inside, sharing his heat and her musky tang. He lifted her from the bench and settled her on the yoga mat.

  Eden stretched, coiling around him with the languor of a sun-warmed snake. After endless, glorious minutes of Billy’s loving caresses and reverent touches, he pulled away. She opened her eyes lazily. “What?”

  “You are amazing.”

  “But I haven’t done anything besides let you have your wicked way with me.”

  Smiling, he twined a damp curl around his finger. “Would you believe me if I said that was my biggest fantasy?”

  “No.” To prove her point, she slid a bare thigh up his leg until it connected with the hard ridge of his erection. “I’d say my biggest fantasy involves ripping those pants to shreds.” She reached for the zipper, but he blocked her move. A warning flashed in the back of her mind.

  “Before you scorch my hair with that dirty look, I’m not going anywhere.” Billy pinned her arms above her head. “Leave them there.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you haven’t called mercy yet.” His wicked mouth wended between her aching breasts. He lapped at the generous curves until she writhed beneath him. He coated his middle finger with her juices, slipping it down to rest on the rosy bloom of her anus.

  She froze, half in fear, half in excitement, automatically contracting that muscle.

  “Has any man ever fucked you here?”

  “No.”

  He looked her square in the eye, his questing finger stayed in place. “Since I blew taking your virginity ten years ago, will you let me take this one? Let me be the first man to put my cock in your ass?”

  Eden’s mouth went as dry as the Badlands. She’d been curious about that particular act, but hadn’t trusted other lovers to initiate her into the dark pleasure of anal sex. But Billy had figured out her secret desire and offered to make it come true.

  She nodded.

  Billy growled, clamped his lips to hers, snaring her attention in a drawn out, tongue numbing kiss. Her body arched closer to his, lost in passion flaring between them.

  When he finally, slowly breached that untried area, the sensation was so acute she gasped in his mouth.

  He steadily pumped his finger, and slid his thumb into her slit, wiggling it inside her. “Tighten your pussy muscles. Now.”

  Right when Eden squeezed, Billy pressed his thumb and his middle finger together, so she felt him stroking both walls.

  “Oh. My. God.”

  “Wild, huh?”

  “Yeah. Is that sort of what it’d feel like to have…”

  His eyes glittered. “Tell me. To have what?”

  “To be filled in both places at one time.”

  “Would you like to try that? Have a cock in your cunt and another one in your ass? At the same time?”

  “Uh. Yeah.”

  “Real? Or a facsimile?”

  “Both.”

  Billy kissed her, not a hard punishing kiss, but softly. Sweetly. He whispered, “Where is your vibrator?”

  She went utterly still. “W-w-what?”

  “Your vibrator.” His hand slipped over her sweat-slickened belly to the thatch of curls and stroked her clit. “Don’t play coy. You told me you don’t need a man to take your own pleasure. Tell me where it is.”

  It was hard to create a plausible lie when he used such sublime diversions. “Umm…What are you going to do with it?”

  “I won’t use it for double penetration right now.”

  Her brain stuck on right now. “Oh.” Eden swallowed hard. “What do you have planned?”

  Billy’s low chuckle rumbled against her breast. “Guess you’ll have to trust me to find out.” He lifted his head a fraction. “Do you trust me, Eden?”

  “I-I—”

  His pink tongue lapped shiny wet circles around her equally pink nipple. His cool breath drifted across the moistened tip and she gasped when his demanding fingers began plucking her other nipple. “Where is it?”

  “Bottom drawer in the bureau in my room,” she blurted.

  He grinned, raced out and was back in the room with the buzzing purple rubber vibrator before she felt the sting of embarrassment. “Billy, it’s not what you think—”

  “No? I think you’re sexy.” The vibrating tip teased her puckered nipples. “I think you should relax and enjoy this.” He drew circles around her breasts, zigzagging the buzzing wand down the length of her torso. “I sure as hell am.”

  Billy nipped love bites along her hips. He slipped the pointed end over her clit and held it there. “Like that?” he murmured, watching every pleasurable twitch of her body.

  Eden’s breath caught. “Too intense. Move it down.”

  The rubber shaft slipped through the wetness between her thighs, creating pulsating warmth. He traced the mouth of her sex, dipping down to press the tip into the strip of skin separating her two openings. She tensed, half-afraid, half hoping he’d just dive right in to the naughty temptation.

  But he moved the vibrator up to the wet furrow of her pussy and pushed it in.

  Her mouth opened in a cry of delight, which he seized with a bruising kiss. He rocked the buzzing shaft in and out. With his hard cock grinding into her hip and his lips controlling hers, she wanted to wallow in the feeling of utter wantonness.

  Instead, she exploded, gasping as shards of pleasure erupted. Heart racing, sweat dripping, pelvis pumping, she thrashed against the sticky mat as the most intense orgasm of her life nearly knocked her unconscious.

  At one point Eden was vaguely aware of Billy removing the vibrator and whispering soothing words, gifting her with tender kisses, prolonged caresses. He enfolded her in his arms, and whisked her off to her bed. Cool cotton sheets brushed her skin, then his firm body nestled against hers beneath the comforter.

  She closed her eyes. “Let me catch my breath, then it’ll be your turn.”

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sp; “No hurry.” His warm breath ruffled the hair on the back of her head. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

  Content, she snuggled into Billy’s embrace.

  And fell fast asleep.

  Chapter Six

  Eden woke up naked and alone, darkness shadowing her room. She called out a tentative, “Billy?”

  No answer. Not that she blamed him for taking off.

  She flipped the covers and shivered. Donning her chenille robe, she tiptoed into the hallway. The Tiffany-style lamp threw a pattern of rainbow colors against the wall. She double-checked the doors downstairs, but Billy had locked them before leaving. Still, she felt every bit a selfish idiot. What’d possessed her to fall asleep?

  When she’d crawled back into her bed and turned on the nightlight, she noticed the sheet of paper perched on the adjoining pillow. She grinned. Cocky man. He’d used her vibrator as a paperweight. The note read:

  Eden,

  I didn’t have the heart to wake you. Late lunch tomorrow? You pick the place.

  Billy

  PS-Tomorrow it’s your turn

  She clasped the letter to her breast. He wasn’t upset? How had she forgotten his innate sweetness? Right. She’d been so bowled over by his sexpertise; she’d forgotten Billy Buchanan was comprised of more qualities than talented fingers and a skillful mouth. Smiling, she switched off the light and returned to sleep.

  ***

  “Mr. Buchanan is here,” Shelby announced through the intercom early the next afternoon.

  Eden’s pulse spiked. She peered at the clock. Late lunch meant little interruption for the surprise she’d planned. She fluffed up her hair and smoothed the crease from her black linen mini-skirt. “Send him in.”

  The door swung open, but Billy’s handsome face was hidden behind a camcorder. He kept the camera trained on her as he folded his solid frame into the chair opposite her desk. “Today we’re in the office of Eden LaCroix, administrator for the Spearfish Community Center. Ms. LaCroix, I’d like to record your opinions on the future of this facility.”