by Roz Lee
He did the same with the other then, having put Keith’s coat away, Antonio came to stand beside her, one strong arm supporting her at the waist.
“She’s beautiful, Tony.”
“I know.” He slipped his free hand beneath her right breast, lifting it. “Taste her.”
Keith’s gaze met hers, silently asking permission. She inclined her head, granting his request. He bent his head and took her nipple in his mouth. His cheeks hollowed out, sucking hard on her tender flesh.
Antonio tightened his hold on her, providing the support her knees refused to give. Moments ago, she had looked down at Antonio’s dark head at her breast. The sight of Keith’s sandy pate and faintly tanned skin held her in thrall.
She fisted her hands in the fabric covering her thighs.
Keith devoured her like she was his last meal on earth. Antonio’s hand kneaded her breast, increasing her pleasure. God, she was going to die. The two of them together were a team she wasn’t sure she could handle, but desire and arousal coursed through her body, and she wanted to feel everything they could make her feel. Even if it killed her.
“Enough, Keith,” Antonio said.
He released her at once, straightening to his full height.
“Candy,” he said, capturing her gaze. “The sweetest candy.” His tongue swept over his lips, curved into a satisfied smile.
“Then you will enjoy seeing more.” Antonio swung her around to face him. His gaze commanded hers, holding her captive for a moment of unspoken communication. He silently offered her the opportunity to say no, to put an end to what was to come.
She refused to look away while his fingers worked the knot loose at her waist. Her robe parted, slid to the small of her back.
He held it there, the question still in his eyes.
She placed her hands over his and together they released the fabric to fall at her feet. Cool air tightened every follicle, but she wasn’t cold. The admiration, approval, and desire burning in Antonio’s eyes warmed her.
His hands rested on her hips, his fingers flexing in a possessive caress. “This is what you want?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “I want to do this.”
“Okay, then. There’s only one way to stop this from now on.”
“I know.”
They stayed that way, absorbing the import of her decision, for the space of several heartbeats. Then his gaze moved to Keith who stood behind her.
“Let’s make this good for her,” Antonio instructed. Pressure on her hips made her turn to face their guest.
Her heart almost leapt from her chest at the hungry expression on Keith’s face. His gaze raked over her, pausing at her breasts, and again at the juncture of her thighs. All the while, Antonio’s hands swept over her hips and buttocks, massaging, reassuring, arousing.
Keith looked his fill. “She’s exquisite, Tony.”
“Yes, she is. She’s agreed to let us pleasure her.” Antonio’s touch warmed her lower back.
“I can’t think of a thing I would enjoy more.” Keith looked right at her when he said it. His voice was deep and resonated with desire, setting every cell in her body on alert.
They retired to the bedroom where both men disrobed and joined her on the bed. Keith kept his distance, touching her only with his hands while Antonio pressed close along her side.
“Close your eyes,” he said. “Just feel, sweetheart.” He leaned over her, capturing her lips in a kiss that sealed her eyes shut and loosened every ligament in her body.
Together, the two men set her skin on fire and reduced her to a quivering mass of need. They touched, they kissed, they tasted, so when Antonio pulled her on top of him, her mind felt drugged with pleasure and her body primed.
Beside them, Keith stroked her back from nape to the crease spread wide as she straddled Antonio. His fingers explored lower, flicked over her clit and slid effortlessly through her wet and swollen folds.
She was beyond embarrassment at their handling of her. Every touch brought nothing but pleasure just as Antonio had promised. They were offering her fulfillment of that promise.
“She’s ready for you,” Keith said.
“Ready, sweetheart?” Antonio asked, his gaze intent and searching.
Her heart swelled with love for him, knowing they’d come this far, and he still offered her the chance to say no.
“Yes.” She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed herself to a sitting position on his belly.
“Take me in,” he urged.
“Let Keith help you.”
He moved between Antonio’s legs, and with his hands on Clare’s hips, helped her rise. Antonio guided his cock to her entrance, and with his free hand on her thigh and Keith’s on her hips, they eased her down until she had taken him completely inside her.
“How’s that?” Keith asked.
Antonio gazed up at her, the same question in his eyes.
“Good,” she said. More than good. Perfect. It was like he filled a part of her she hadn’t known was empty. Love swelled her heart until it took up so much room in her chest she could hardly breathe.
With one hand on her hip, Keith reached around them for a condom and lube off the nightstand. Antonio stroked her breasts, providing a distraction while behind her, her other lover suited up.
“Your ass is beautiful,” he said.
Antonio had warmed the lube, but they’d taken their time getting to this point. The gel had grown cold while they played.
“Fingers first,” Keith said, working two heated digits past her barrier, spreading the cooled lubricant liberally.
She closed her eyes and searched the same feeling she’d had when Antonio had done this to her. Then she’d felt like she was giving him a part of her, but Keith’s touch was different. She felt anticipation and desire, but that was it. His fingers felt good, stretching her, preparing her for more.
“Hold her for me,” Keith said.
Antonio’s hands moved to her ass. His fingers dug into her cheeks, spreading her.
“Perfect.” Keith rose to his knees and fitted his cock to her entrance.
She dug her fingernails into Antonio’s shoulders.
“Relax,” he coached her.
She made an effort to do as he said, aware any tension in her body would make the other man’s entry more difficult and potentially painful.
Keith nudged forward and the barrier gave way. “Christ, that feels good,” he hissed, holding still. His hands went to her hips holding her immobile as he inched deeper inside.
Her heart raced. Everything she had felt when Antonio took her there, the overwhelming emotion, was absent. The physical pleasure was the same. She felt full, taken, but not possessed as she had with Antonio.
“Open your eyes, Clare.” Antonio’s voice was hoarse, commanding.
She looked down at him, and the raw hunger in his eyes heated her blood.
Keith gripped her shoulders hard. “A little more,” he said. With one final thrust, he seated himself deep inside her. His groin was hot, pressed against her ass. “That’s it, darlin’ We’re in, and Christ Almighty, you feel like Heaven.”
“Give her a minute,” Antonio said. He turned his attention back to her. “You okay?”
“I’m fine. What now?” she asked.
“You got the gag?” Antonio asked Keith.
“What?” she gasped. He hadn’t said anything about a gag.
“Right here.” Keith passed him a contraption that looked like a dildo with straps attached.
“Last chance to say no.” Antonio held it up for her to see. “This will give you an idea what it’s like to run the bases. Open up, sweetheart.”
He placed the head of the dildo against her lips. “Suck it in,” he commanded.
She sucked and with a little help from Antonio, the dildo filled her mouth.
“Okay?” he asked.
She nodded, and he held it in place while Keith fastened the straps around the back of her head.
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��God, that looks hot,” Antonio said. “I can just see you with your face pressed against Mike’s crotch, his balls banging your chin.
His words conjured a vivid image in her mind, and her pussy clenched.
“Shit,” both men said at the same time.
She clenched her inner muscles again and would have smiled at their reaction if she’d been able.
“Let’s give it to her,” Antonio said.
They began to move inside her, slowly at first, but as they established a rhythm, the tempo increased. She was consumed with the way they felt inside her, and after some time she realized her suction on the dildo was in rhythm with their thrusts.
Her arms trembled, supporting her weight against Antonio’s shoulders. He said something, and Keith’s arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her against his front. It felt strange, another man’s bare chest against her skin, but soon Keith was crooning sexy things in her ear, nibbling on her neck while his hands lavished attention on her breasts.
Pulling her upright changed the angle of penetration for both men, and it seemed as if both were going deeper. Antonio moved his hands up the inside of her thighs and soon his thumbs double-teamed her clit, alternating between a smooth circular motion with lots of pressure and a quick flick that made her crazy.
Her head fell against Keith’s shoulder, and she clung to his arms. The feel of his corded muscles moving as he loved her breasts reminded her of the strength her lovers possessed. She was safe, protected. They only wanted to give her pleasure, and they were doing it so well she didn’t want it to end. If they could just hold her this way forever….
A familiar tension built low in her belly, and soon, her body was reaching for something, for the promise of something bright and so wonderful she couldn’t imagine it. The reward was there, just beyond….
“Give it to me, Clare.” Antonio’s voice reminding her she was his, her orgasms were his, pushed her over the edge. Into a super storm of sensation.
Her body wasn’t her own. Wave after wave of intense pleasure consumed her, heightened her senses so even the slightest touch added exponentially to her pleasure. Antonio’s hands stroking over her stomach, her ribs, left trails of fire on her sensitized skin. Keith secured her, his hands cradling her breasts in a firm grip.
“Beautiful,” he murmured in her ear. “God, that feels good. Suck that cock just like you’re sucking mine and Tony’s.”
Her breath came in short, desperate pants. Her nostrils flared, drawing in the heavy scent of sex, and the unique musk of her lovers. She sucked hard on the dildo filling her mouth, unable to do otherwise, and let the sensations tumble her through the storm.
The tempest calmed, and she went limp in Keith’s embrace. He whispered in her ear, “So damned beautiful.” With one hand beneath her chin, he turned and lifted her face to his. He covered her cheek, her jaw with kisses. “Just a little bit more, darlin’, then we’ll release you.”
Keith gently eased her down to lie atop Antonio whose arms came up to surround her with his love.
“You okay?” he asked, cradling her head to his shoulder.
She nodded, loving the feel of his solid body beneath her, inside her, a foundation of safety she trusted implicitly. His fingers trailed along the bands crossing her cheek securing the dildo in her mouth. She shivered and moaned as he traced her lips stretched thin around the artificial cock. “You’re doing so good, babe. We’re going to finish it now. Hang on to me.”
She curled her fingers into his shoulders, and they began to move inside her again. Slow at first, then faster as they established a rhythm, retreating and thrusting as one. Keith remained upright, his hands spreading her ass, holding her still. She wanted to move, but was helpless to do anything but let them take her.
Her pussy throbbed, every sensitive nerve ending wired. After the orgasm she’d just experienced, she didn’t think it was possible to feel that way again, but it wasn’t long before the familiar tension began to build again. Hyper-aware, she sensed them growing harder, if that was possible, inside her, and in a matter of moments, she tumbled into the eye of the storm again, pulling both her lovers with her.
Chapter Nineteen
Clare snuggled against Antonio while they waited in Dallas for the luggage carousel to spit out their bags. With one arm slung over her shoulder, he held her tight as if he needed her attached to him in order to breathe. He’d been glued to her side ever since Keith crawled out of their bed, dressed, and left the day before. And truth be told, she felt the same way. Coming back home was a given, but she wasn’t ready to end the connection they’d made over the long holiday weekend.
She didn’t understand what had happened, but somehow, the interlude with Keith had created a bond between her and Antonio that went beyond anything she could ever have imagined. She loved him, but for her, it encompassed her body and soul.
Soul mates.
The term was used to describe people who were meant for each other, but it didn’t seem to be an adequate description of what she felt for Antonio, and what she thought he felt for her. They hadn’t talked about the new depth of feeling, but let their bodies carry on the discussion with touches, glances, and constant contact.
In a few minutes, out of necessity, they would go their separate ways. Her job waited for her, and Antonio…well, surely there was something he needed to do. They couldn’t remain in the cocoon of sensual bliss they had lived in for the last four days.
His arm tightened on her shoulder, and she squeezed him back with her arm wrapped around his waist. She shifted, turning into his side, so she could press her mound against his hip. She ached to have him inside her.
“Stop that,” he said, placing a smiling kiss on the top of her head. “I can’t do anything to help you here.”
“I know,” she said, nuzzling his shoulder, inhaling his scent. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“You’re not sore?”
“A little,” she admitted, “but I still want you.” She pressed up against him again to emphasize the point.
“Behave,” he admonished playfully. “I’ll massage your aches away later.”
Their bags plopped out onto the carousel. She reluctantly let him go so he could grab their luggage. He returned, setting the suitcases at her feet.
“Clare!” A familiar and unwelcome voice made her freeze. “Tony Ramirez,” the woman said, her heels clicking across the tiled floor as she approached. “What are you two doing here?”
Clare grabbed Antonio’s coat sleeve and silently prayed she was having a nightmare. She wasn’t really standing in the DFW Airport in a sensual haze brought on by a weekend of the best sex ever, with the worst bully in the world bearing down on her.
He straightened from having set Clare’s suitcase down, and faced the woman approaching with a determined stride.
Jessica Roach came to a stop in front of them. It took less than a second for her gaze to sweep from Antonio to Clare to the suitcases between them, and come to the obvious conclusion.
She turned her evil eyes on Antonio. “You’re with her?” She pointed one perfectly manicured claw at Clare.
Antonio wrapped his arm around her. “I am. And you are…?”
“Jessica Roach. We haven’t had the pleasure yet.” She thrust out her hand.
Antonio ignored the offer of a handshake, perhaps picking up on what she thought was obvious—Jessica was bad news.
“We’re in a hurry,” he said, reaching down to release the spring-lock handle on Claire’s suitcase.
Jessica would not be dismissed that easily. Something evil flashed in the witch’s eyes, but before she and Antonio could wrangle their suitcases into moving, she realized they were too late.
“Tell me you didn’t take her to run the bases,” Jessica said. The emphasis she put on the word her made it plain she believed Clare to be a lower life form.
Antonio stopped arranging the luggage and straightened. He looked at Jessica, studying her like one would study a pot
entially dangerous bug, deciding between squashing it and letting it go on its way.
Clare held her breath. Did he remember Jessica from the Press Dinner? There’s nothing she would like more than to see someone squash this particular roach. But the saying, no good deed goes unpunished was coined for vermin like Jessica. There would be a price to pay for crossing her.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but we went skiing. We’re tired, and Clare has work tomorrow, so you’ll excuse us….” He reached for a suitcase handle.
“My, oh my.” Jessica laughed her witch’s laugh, and having been dismissed by Antonio, turned her attention back to Clare. “Does he know?” She tossed her head to indicate Antonio.
“Know what?” she asked.
“That he’s—” She leaned in and whispered loud enough for half the terminal to hear. “—fucking Doyle Walker’s niece?”
Antonio stilled. He looked at the roach, who wore the satisfied look of a predator going in for the kill. Then he looked at Clare.
“What did she say?” he asked.
A blast of cold slammed between her and Antonio. He actually took a step back, creating more distance between them than any time in the last twenty-four hours. For the span of a heartbeat, she considered denying it, but despite all her precautions, Jessica had discovered her connection to the team manager. Which meant everyone knew because the woman wasn’t capable of keeping a secret.
She opened her mouth to confirm the damning information, but the words never made it past her lips.
Jessica jabbed the barb further in. “How’s that moral’s clause working out for you, Tony? Did you give it a thought when you were fucking her? Do you think your career will survive when Uncle Doyle finds out you went skiing with his precious niece?”
When Jessica turned her vicious grin on her, Clare blanched. “Did you earn the charm? I think not.” Her gaze went to the crotch of Clare’s jeans. “The piercing is a bitch. You wouldn’t be wearing those this soon. But you’ll never know. Will you?”
“That’s enough,” Antonio said. “Leave Clare out of this. What do you want?”
