“This is how you stop a nosy maid discovering a key,” she told him. “Hide it in a vase that’s so expensive she’s too frightened of breaking the thing to ever dust it.”
She unlocked the door, and ushered Josh inside, giving him a moment to let the full significance of what the small, purple-painted room contained. What looked at first sight like a chaise longue, but turned out, on closer inspection, to be a piece of furniture designed to place the body in a variety of comfortable positions for sex. A sturdy stool with a padded leather top that had leather cuffs attached to each of its legs. And, most outrageously, a swing with a long leather seat, held up by a lattice of thick red straps that hung from eye bolts screwed into the ceiling.
“When you said playroom, I didn’t realise you meant…” Josh’s voice tailed off.
“What, that we have a kinky side? Don’t worry, we don’t tie each other up and whip each other—well, not often.” Amber grinned. “But I have to admit there’s nothing quite like hanging in that swing while Felix fucks me.”
“Is it comfortable?” Josh asked, padding over to the bizarre piece of equipment in his stockinged feet and running a hand over it. He’d taken to all the games they’d played so far, enjoying all the things two men could do to one woman, but his reaction to the swing showed that his sex life must have been pretty vanilla so far.
“Why don’t you give it a try?” Amber suggested, feeling her juices soaking her panties as the sexual tension between the two of them, never very far from the surface, rose a notch higher. “Climb on and see what it’s like.”
As Josh clambered into the swing, and lay back to experience the feeling of being held suspended in its soft leather embrace, Amber fished her phone from her jeans pocket. She composed a short text, and sent it to Felix. Hurry home, darling, we’ve started without you…
* * * *
When Felix burst through the playroom door, less than twenty minutes later, he appeared surprisingly unruffled. Amber had hoped he’d drop everything to dash and join them, but that didn’t seem to be the case.
“You caught me at a good time,” he said, loosening his tie. “We’d just wrapped up the meeting and I was hailing a taxi when I got your text. I’d have joined you sooner, but I had to check you weren’t in one of the bedrooms, or the bathroom…”
Briefly, Amber’s mind filled with images of all the other rooms in the apartment where the three of them could fuck, should they choose. She lay back in the swing, opening her legs and teasing her husband with flashes of her wet pussy as he approached. Already, he’d shed his jacket, and was now unbuttoning his shirt, eager to get as naked as Amber and Josh already were.
Amber and Josh had spent a long time undressing, revelling in the thrill of slowly unpeeling each other out of heavy layers of winter clothing, in contrast to Clearwater Cay, where the three of them had spent all their time as good as naked. Amber had looked into Josh’s eyes as he’d stripped her, and occasionally they’d paused to share a deep, sensual kiss. What she felt for Josh wasn’t the all-consuming love she had for Felix, but she’d grown closer to him over the last few days than she could ever have imagined. Once this week was over and he went back to his usual routine, they would remain close friends, she was sure.
When Josh’d had Amber down to nothing but her saucy zebra print panties, he’d encouraged her to get onto the swing. Having assured himself it was more than secure enough to take her weight, and his, he’d seemed eager to find out just how much fun they could have with Amber hanging in erotic suspension.
The swing had originally been set up so that when Amber was in place, her crotch was at just the right height for Felix to fuck her in a standing position. Josh was only a couple of inches shorter than Felix, and as soon as he’d caught hold of the latticework of the swing and pulled Amber towards him, his face had lit up in a wicked smile. He’d obviously worked out the mechanics of the equipment and was imagining how it would feel when Amber’s cunt enveloped his cock.
Then he’d stepped back. “I need a condom.” Amber had made it very clear at the start of their adventure that she only had one rule Josh needed to abide by—unlike Felix, he wasn’t allowed to fuck her without wearing a condom.
She’d gestured to a black wooden box that stood on a short shelf attached to the wall opposite them. “They’re in the toy box. You’ll find lube in there, too, and dildos, beads… Whatever else you might need.”
And that was how they’d been when Felix had walked in. Amber, waiting in the swing as Josh retrieved a condom and rolled the super-sensitive sheath over his length.
Now Felix stood to the side of the swing, ridding himself of his trousers, as Josh got into position. Amber’s heart pounded with anticipation, her nipples were tight knots of sensation, and her pussy felt swollen, syrupy. She pressed a hand to the wet sex-flesh to rub away the tension that was building there. Hearing a small groan from Josh in response to the sight of her touching herself, Amber flicked at her clit with her index finger.
“Come on, Josh,” she purred. “Fuck me. I need that gorgeous cock of yours inside me.”
Josh hurried to obey, and Amber bit back a cry of pleasure as he began to slide into her, inch by slow inch. She looked down at the place where their bodies joined, seeing his thickness pushing apart her soft, smooth lips. When she looked up again, her eyes met Felix’s.
“How does it feel to have him fucking you, Amber?” he asked.
“It feels amazing,” she answered. Though it was far from the first time she’d had Josh’s meaty dick buried inside her, the feeling of weightlessness that came from being cradled in the sex swing gave the penetration an extra edge. At that moment, Josh gave a thrust so hard it almost forced the breath from her and she arched her head back.
“I have to try something, if you’ll let me,” Felix murmured, close to her ear. “I have to fuck your mouth.”
“Yes,” was all she could reply, then his crown was pushing past her lips, and all she tasted was the hot saltiness of him. This was so like the fantasies she’d had of sex with two men, both of them using her for their pleasure and, ultimately, her own, and she felt the first faint ripples of orgasm stirring in her belly.
Josh and Felix worked to establish a rhythm that suited both of them, the steady movement of the swing as Josh thrust into Amber’s pussy pushing her mouth farther onto Felix’s shaft. She’d never swallowed him at this angle before, and it felt strange, as though her throat was solidly packed with his flesh. Strange, but undeniably arousing. The blood rushed to her head, and every inch of her body prickled with desire. If it was possible to expire from pleasure, she couldn’t think of a better way to go.
“That’s it,” she heard Felix say, as if from a long way away. “Let go, let it take you. God, you don’t know just how much I love you right now…”
The ripples became a full-blown tsunami. Her pussy convulsed around Josh’s cock, and she would have howled the walls down if it hadn’t been for Felix plugging her mouth. Filled with love for both men, knowing the three of them would never experience another week quite like this again in their life, Amber let her orgasm sweep her away.
Epilogue
Propped up against a pile of pillows, Felix leafed through the pages of the latest issue of Glitz! magazine until he reached Josh Broughton’s profile of him. The magazine had been brought over to Brookwood Manor that afternoon, hot off the press—another of the perks of being who he was—but he’d resisted the temptation to read it until now. Its cover featured one of the many shots taken of him and Amber in the photo shoot that had been rescheduled following their return from New York. He looked, to his eyes, stiff and formal in the photo, but the images that best represented their time with Josh—drinking shots of rum out of Amber’s navel on a beach at sunset, playing naked on the sex swing in their Central Park West apartment—were hardly suitable for the pages of Glitz!. Instead, they remained a delicious memory of a week when—for the most part at least—he’d forgotten about the pressu
res of business and concentrated on making his and Amber’s deepest sexual fantasies come true.
“So what does Josh have to say about us?” Amber asked, rolling over and wrapping the bed sheet around her naked body. “He’s been very secretive about that article whenever I’ve asked him.”
“Let me see.” Felix cleared his throat and began to read aloud. “‘It’s not easy being a billionaire right now, to appear to have everything when so many others have nothing. But Felix Meredith started his business empire from nothing, and his rise to success has been achieved through hard work and a determination to succeed where others might have surrendered to the odds stacked against them. You can never know a man, the proverb says, until you have walked a mile in his shoes, and that’s what I spent a week doing, finding out how Felix spends his money, how he relaxes, and how he shows his devotion to his beautiful wife, Amber…’” He paused. “Well, it all seems very positive so far. Shall I go on?”
“There’ll be plenty of time for that later,” Amber said. She reached under the sheet and caught hold of Felix’s cock, which began to harden at her touch. “Right now, I’m in the mood to play again.”
“Honestly, darling, you’re insatiable.”
Amber dropped a kiss on his lips. “And you love me for it, don’t you?”
Felix couldn’t argue that point. “Well, we’ll be sure to thank Josh for writing such nice things about us, won’t we?”
Amber smiled. “Of course. In fact, I think we can do that right now.”
As she spoke, she heard the shower in the adjoining wet room being switched off. A minute later, Josh emerged into the bedroom, drying his hair with a towel. He hadn’t bothered to pull on a robe, and his cock, as hard as Felix’s, bounced and swayed as he walked.
“Felix was just saying we should thank you for the article you wrote,” Amber told him. “And we should also thank you for bringing it over to us. You really didn’t have to do that, you know.”
“Oh, but I did,” Josh said. “It’s all part of the Glitz! service.”
Felix knew that to be untrue, but he wasn’t going to argue. When he’d rung Josh and suggested he come to the Manor with the magazine when it was published, he’d known how that would end—with the three of them in bed, picking up where they’d left off in New York. Amber hadn’t said as much, but he’d sensed she wanted to see Josh again, making their association a longer-lasting ménage than they’d originally planned. He had no objections to that—in fact, he was happy to encourage the liaison. As he repeatedly told her, Amber meant everything to him, and what was the point of having money and influence if he couldn’t use those things to give her everything she wanted?
With a grin, he settled back to watch Amber give Josh a long, luxurious blow job.
About the Author
Elizabeth Coldwell is the author of numerous short stories and two full-length novels, ‘Calendar Girl’ and ‘Playing the Field’. Her stories have appeared in the best-selling ‘Best Women’s Erotica’ series and Black Lace’s popular ‘Wicked Words’ collections. Formerly the editor of the UK edition of Forum magazine, she also contributed a spicy monthly column, ‘The Cougar Chronicles’, to its pages. When she is not busy writing, she is an avid supporter of Rotherham United Football Club and can be regularly found on the terraces at weekends, cheering her boys to victory (hopefully!).
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Also by Elizabeth Coldwell
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Cougars and Cubs: Something Within Him
Master Me: Neil and Obey
Subspace: Away From It All
Treble: Three Part Harmony
Switch: Wagers of Sin
Christmas Crackers: The Christmas Box
Feral: Abyssinian Heat
Mi Amore: Missing in Milan
Haunted By You: The Spirit of Stage 13
LUCKY FOR HIM
Rachel Randall
Dedication
For F and Dr B, yachtrotica enablers.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
James Bond: Ian Fleming Publications
Veuve Clicquot: Veuve Clicquot
Guinness: Guinness & Co
Forbes: Forbes Media LLC
Financial Times: The Financial Times Ltd
Angry Birds: Rovio Entertainment Ltd
Lycra: Invista
Chapter One
The problem with chasing rumours is that they’re nothing but whispers. Run down a rumour, and you might end up with nothing.
Standing in a luxurious lounge within the megayacht Estrella, watching his quarry hold court, Rob feels the now-familiar bite of frustration. He’s been trying to make contact with Renzo Vega for weeks now, using every personal connection and favour owed. Now he’s come in person, leaving London, tracking him from Vega’s headquarters in Buenos Aires here to the harbour at Valletta, Malta. And still Rob has nothing to show for it—not one meeting, not much more than industry gossip fuelling his chase.
Lucky, he thinks. Not so lucky for me.
Rob snags another glass of champagne from the passing waiter and considers his dwindling options. The ship’s due to leave at midnight, like bloody Cinderella. With it go Rob’s chances of making what could be the deal of his career. All he needs is one conversation. One shot at convincing the billionaire that he and his tech consultancy are more than up to the challenge of taking on Lucky, Vega’s latest and very secret project.
Yet Vega won’t take his calls. Won’t schedule face-time. Apparently he’s ring-fenced himself from formal business for the next six months to concentrate on ‘personal projects’. Which, given Vega’s track record of off-the-cuff brilliance, makes Rob even more determined to get in on Lucky.
It’s proving more difficult than anticipated, though, to concentrate on the business at hand. One of the world’s wealthiest, most attractive men, Vega is always surrounded by the most beautiful people Rob’s ever seen. Not even his own bloody-mindedness can overcome distractions quite like these.
A gorgeous Indian woman in a gold silk sari, like a Bond villainess with her painted eyes and crimson mouth. A young man with razor cheekbones and a designer suit. A busty blonde, poured into spangled sequins and the highest heels he’s ever seen. The party guests crowd around Renzo, drawn by his charisma and held by his uninhibited laughter, until Rob can only see tanned skin and expensive fabrics and the red of his own irritation.
Am I so worked up because they’ve cut off my last line of approach or my view of the man?
Downing the last of his champagne, he prises open a porthole and flings the flute overboard. Rob’s far from a fool, but Renzo is making him look like one.
“Veuve Clicquot not your taste?” The question is soft, Irish, amused.
“I prefer Guinness,” he says, and gives her his most friendly smile.
She’s dressed in a figure-hugging little black dress, and he’s seen her before—across the room, always near to Renzo but not obviously part of his group. He first noticed her because of the confident way she holds herself. Now he’s wondering if she’s another possible route to Vega.
She follows his line of sight across the room. “Ah. You want to join the admirers.” She pauses, her gaze tracking out of the porthole, at the distant lights visible from shore, before glancing back with an arch smile. “To be honest, I’m surprised at your restraint. Given that you’re already trespassing on private property.”
Bodyguard? he wonders. Her bare arms are sleekly muscled, and she certainly looks capable. Trust Vega to have a beautiful ninja on his staff.
“I lost my invitation?” he tries, hands up mea culpa.
“I don’t like liars.” She narrows h
er eyes. “But you’re certainly persistent. Is there a good reason for it?”
This is as much opening as he’s had in weeks, but her frosty tone and his own frustration have him wrong-footed.
“I need to speak to Vega about an important business matter.”
She doesn’t like his charm, and his lack of finesse is no improvement.
“So your messages say. He’s on personal leave, Mr Wright. As you’ve been told several times before by Señor Vega’s staff.”
So Vega does know who I am and why I’m here. Interesting. Encouraging. “I’m not leaving until we’ve spoken.”
“That may be difficult,” she says coolly. “Given that his mouth is otherwise occupied. I’d tell Renzo that you’re as stubborn as you look, but he won’t want to hear about it. You may be his type, but he doesn’t talk business aboard the Estrella. If you don’t like our champagne I suggest you get the hell off our ship. Bubbles are all we’re offering.”
Jaw clenching, Rob stares over at Renzo Vega, now sprawling on a leather sofa with Blonde and Cheekbones draped across him. Vega raises his glass at him in a silent toast.
Rob, well-versed in powerful men, knows a dismissal when he sees one. On the other hand, as a powerful man himself Rob doesn’t need a master tugging on his leash. Especially not one who seems to tug at his cock at the same time.
Rob stays exactly where he is, watching as, at Vega’s command, the billionaire’s companions touch him, kiss him. The blonde twists on Vega’s lap, encouraging the twink next to her to slide near. Rob’s lips part as their kisses deepen into a sensuous display. He takes an involuntary step closer.
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