“Christ—”
“Quiet,” Jade orders. “We didn’t say you could speak.”
He’s almost forgotten about her since he’s been so absorbed in the sex show playing out in front of him. But as her fingers scold his lips, he can taste her own musk on them.
Rob growls. He nips, trying to suck her thumb into his mouth.
“Naughty,” she says, pinching his nipple. “Be good.”
Renzo’s got two fingers working inside Cici. She’s mewling as she’s pushed back against his hand with every snap and thrust of his hips.
“You like that?” Jade asks. “Would you like to fuck her like that? Mmm. I’ll bet you would.”
“Yeah—”
“Or is it that you want Renzo to put his big dick in you?”
Rob’s chains rattle as he struggles.
Then Jade relents, pressing against him. Her breasts and belly shift against his back, scattering electric sparks of need every time she moves. “Shh. Let us see you take it.”
On the lounger, Cici’s breathing has gone fast and high. She starts to come just as Jade moves in earnest behind Rob, rubbing her entire body across his sweat-drenched back.
Renzo’s done playing. He clamps both hands down on Cici’s hips as he holds her in place for his thrusts. With Jade’s hands at his own shoulders, holding him in place as she moves, Rob feels disoriented, hazed out on lust, like he’s riding Renzo, like Jade’s riding him.
Renzo curses then flips Cici over so he’s above her again. He slows his movements enough that Rob can clearly see his blood-dark cock slipping into her body, and the cream of her orgasm sliding down her thighs. Then he pushes deeply into her, his speed increasing as he seeks his own climax.
At his ear, Jade’s breath stutters. Her arm locks around his shoulders while, with the other, she reaches down between their bodies.
“No!” He’s snapping at her before he means to, wrecked by the feel of her knuckles brushing against his ass.
“You don’t want me to touch myself?” Her grip tightens while she repositions herself for better access. He hears her gasp, then feels the press from the back of her hand as she buries her fingers more deeply inside herself.
“Let me do it,” Rob urges. His own fingers strain backwards, fighting the cuffs in his desperation to feel her. He remembers how she looked with her hand working her pussy. He wants to feel that, wants to rub inside her until she turns rough and needy and she’s gasping his name.
Only a few feet away, Renzo comes with back arching as his hips push and hold. Rob’s dizzy with watching, with wanting to join in. He’s drunk with the feel of Jade, with the knowledge she’s watching Renzo—Boyfriend? Master? Partner? What are they to each other?—fuck into another woman.
Jade shouts and sinks her teeth into the meat of his shoulder. Rob moans, devastated that she’s come without letting him finish her off himself. Sexual heat flashes over him. He’s on fire for release. But if he gives up now, he’ll never get what it is he really wants. He fights his way back to himself to discover Renzo and his Lucky crouching beside him, their faces avid.
“Tell us how much you want us,” Jade urges.
“Beg me for it,” he grinds out.
Jade smiles, bright and sharp, while the man who owns this world beams down at Rob like he’s discovered something unexpectedly desirable.
When Rob comes, he comes untouched, his body exploding as their delighted applause rings in his ears.
Chapter Three
Oww, my sex hangover.
Rob rolls over on the superking, feeling the ache of the night before all across his body. Not even the expensive mattress can make him comfortable, not when his ribs feel bruised from hitting the water and his legs and shoulders are stiff from kneeling and…well, his body remembers very well why it’s feeling stiff today.
My dick certainly does, at any rate.
He casts an unimpressed glance at his tented sheets before relenting and giving himself a friendly squeeze. His joints pop in annoyance when he gets out of bed, so he moves into a stretching routine that has his muscles tuned again after the first few reps. It’s been years since he’s felt so stimulated, so ready to roll.
There’s a pair of loose cream linen trousers and a matching shirt in the wardrobe. He doesn’t remember seeing them the night before, but then that suits the style on the Estrella. Privacy seems to be something that’s left on shore, right along with inhibitions. And speaking of which, there’s also a manila envelope waiting for him.
He flicks it open to discover results from his most recent sexual health test. The copy is marked with notations showing it can only have come from his surgery in London. He shakes the envelope, and a strip of condoms tumbles out as well, making it clear he’s got a choice in how he wants to play their game. Rob stares for a long moment, then reads the attached note. Prisoner’s dilemma, it reads in a woman’s handwriting. It’s signed with a lopsided smiley face.
Rob traces the little circle of latex through a wrapper. So. If they know even the most intimate details of his sexual history, then they probably know everything else about him too. He knew coming into this that he’d need to show his hand and keep nothing back from negotiations. But by letting him in, they’re laying themselves open to him whether they intend to or not. He thinks about how Jade felt draped across his naked back, how urgently she’d writhed. He remembers Renzo’s bare cock, sliding slowly into Cici’s luscious body. He’s got no reason to trust them, but they clearly trust each other.
He slips into the clothing and leaves the condoms behind.
By day the ship is even more impressive. He’s not an expert on maritime architecture, but he’s read enough in Forbes to know that this cost some serious pesos even if it’s not as large as the ships belonging to those Russian oligarchs. Sunshine streams in from a line of windows near the curved ceiling of the corridor. If not for the distant thrum of the motors beneath his feet, he might imagine he’s in a very posh hotel.
He climbs the access stairwell to the main deck swiftly, energised with plans. Conquering the billionaire may be a little ambitious, but after last night Rob’s certain he can get him to share. And who knows what rewards he’ll reap for success? Ambition and arousal make him step faster, eager to corner the two of them. But in erotic déjà vu he skids to a halt on the deck when he finds that they’ve already started their own private negotiations without him.
Renzo leans back against the rail, an open robe hanging off his broad shoulders, his strong legs bracing him against the sway of the desk. Jade’s lapping at him, with strokes of her flattened tongue against the engorged head of his naked cock. Spray flies up and catches along the lines of their bodies. Renzo’s head is thrown back in pleasure, but he looks up at Rob’s slow approach and waves genially towards the breakfast table.
Jade wears a bright yellow bikini that accentuates her tits and teases the crack of her ass. After a night of dreaming that her taut body was wrapped around him, the sight is enough to make Rob reach down and reposition himself. She twists to watch him, her eyes fixed right down at where his heat is beginning to gather, her tongue continuing to lick all the while.
Blow job is all he can think. Every coherent thought has fled out to sea.
As he sits at the table, he catches a glimpse of Renzo’s slick shaft. It makes his mouth water with ghost-sensation as he imagines the weight on his tongue. It’s been a while since he’s sucked cock, but he’d like to get his lips around Renzo, no shame in admitting it.
Maybe they see it all written on his face, because they both suddenly groan. Renzo’s hand falls, as heavy and demanding as his dick, to the top of Jade’s head. Rob hears the suck and pop of Jade’s mouth over the top of Renzo’s cry of satisfaction. She swallows every drop so neatly she doesn’t even need to lick her lips afterwards.
Rob wants to go over there, to lick into her mouth to find Renzo’s taste. He wants to fill his palms with her buttocks, and rub aside that yellow string with h
is spit-slick thumb. He’s so caught up in his fantasy that he barely notices they’ve wrapped themselves in robes and joined him at the table until Renzo’s handing him a cappuccino.
“You’re not afraid of your desire,” the billionaire notes.
Rob can read appreciation there, so he’s frank when he accepts the cup and replies, “You’re sexy. Both of you. I like it.”
“Hmm.” Renzo offers Jade an espresso. She cradles it to her like it’s liquid gold. “Do you conduct your business so fearlessly as well?”
His palms tingle a warning against his cup. “Depends on the project, the team.”
“Your optimisation work for the Blackwell Group. Tell me about that.”
It’s finally happening, but of all the ways Rob imagined it, this meeting’s nothing like any of them. He’s got no parameters to start from, no understanding of where his answers will lead. Renzo’s face reveals nothing as he listens. He asks question after question on seemingly unconnected subjects that hide their traps until the last moment. Each time Rob opens his mouth he realises Renzo’s already three points ahead of him. It’s utterly exhausting. It’s blisteringly hot. He’s sweating by his second cup, and hardening under the table by his third. Jade’s sitting between them the entire time, but doesn’t offer comments of her own. She just takes delicate bites of pastry and trails her palm across the spray-damp table as she listens.
The three of them eventually move away from the table—to take in the view and because Rob is so keyed up he can’t sit still. He breathes deeply, inhaling the sea air as he tries to calm his racing pulse. Overhead, gulls shriek. Not too far from civilisation, he thinks, even though there’s nothing on the horizon but rich blue. Towards the rear of the yacht, some of the crew are busy at work, studiously ignoring their passengers. Rob catches sight of neon fabric and nearly asks before thinking better of it. No doubt he’ll know soon enough.
He can’t resist firing off a question of his own to Renzo, though. “Why call her Lucky?”
There’s a long enough pause that he wonders whether he’s overstepped some boundary. Then Renzo says evenly, “We’ve been very careful to keep Lucky to ourselves. Until you, no one has dared to come looking. Has our luck run out?”
It’s an indirect way of asking something that Renzo has already answered. If the man suspected that Rob intended to steal their idea for himself or to sell information on their mystery project to the highest bidder, Rob wouldn’t be standing here right now.
“Maybe,” he says carefully, “you’re luckier than you thought.”
Jade snorts, then sinks to her knees before him. Rob shifts in surprise, his arse hitting the rail, but neither she nor Renzo show signs that anything is out of the ordinary.
“Tell me about yourself,” Renzo says. “Start with why you decided it was more important to follow us than to bid for the development of the SatScan project.”
Rob swallows, recognising this opening for what it is.
“You realise,” Jade murmurs against the waistband of his trousers, “if you don’t impress him now, you won’t get a chance to try to impress me.” She shrugs off her robe. Sunlight gleams on her burnished skin.
Less than an hour ago she was in this exact position, sucking Renzo’s cock. This time her lips are smudged with powdered sugar, and her restless fingertips are drumming against Rob’s thighs. Impress Renzo? It will be a miracle if he’ll be able to string a sentence together, let alone a coherent one.
Jade, very softly, sets her mouth against him. Just rests it there against his balls, lips slightly parted. She doesn’t move. He doesn’t dare move either, not even to look away from Renzo, whose expression is one of polite expectation.
“Is this—” he begins, then stops himself. Whatever this is, it’s fine. It’s all f—ahh. He can’t quite control his sigh as her mouth suddenly opens wider, her tongue coming into play to draw his sac between her lips.
She cradles him there, holding him in place until he finally manages to talk, haltingly but honestly, about the fact that he could have won the SatScan bid. That he’d planned to put together a development team with a depth of experience and innovation that would establish his consultancy as a major player. That SatScan was worth half a million quid in shares to him and at least double that in future business. That he’d stared at the draft of his proposal and instead flown to Valletta on rumour and instinct.
And I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
They called last night torture, but this is more excruciating, because he’s had a taste of their games now and the promise of more has him quivering. The wet patch from his leaking cock has moulded the linen to his erection and turned it nearly transparent. It’s barely a barrier, but the soft rasp of it across his sensitised flesh as she flicks her tongue back and forth is driving him insane.
“Tell me why a clever man like you wants to work with us to develop technology that we’re going to give away at cost. Tell me why you would help us do this when we will not pay you properly for your time.”
Oh yes, this is cruel, giving him the first real hint about the project and asking him to talk, talktalktalk, to keep his wide eyes trained on Renzo’s face, like that might make it possible for him not to come at any moment. Jade has rubbed the trousers down, not all the way, but enough to expose the very tip of him to her relentless mouth. Rob whines at the first press of her lips to his bare flesh. She makes a happy noise in response and does it again, staring at up him through her thick eyelashes.
Rob doesn’t care about money. He cares about pushing his cock into Jade’s welcoming mouth and holding her in place while he fucks into her throat. It looked so good when Renzo was doing it. But Rob somehow finds the control to admit, helplessly, “I just want the challenge.” His tensed muscles start a fine tremble when the point of her naughty tongue begins to explore his slit.
She’s keeping everything sopping wet, which is just how he’s always loved his blow jobs. Plenty of saliva, plenty of pre-cum—she seems to like it that way too, as she’s doing everything she can to encourage more of his eagerness to spill out into her mouth. She’s making obscene little noises around him, hitching moans of genuine enjoyment. They’re bringing him closer and closer to the edge as she suckles him in earnest. She twines her fingers in the drawstring of his trousers, tugging a bit so she can bury her nose against his belly, and all the while he’s babbling some rubbish about Renzo’s company and their work in the Latin American markets and the possibilities he’s seen in using their proprietary tech in other emerging economies.
Renzo smiles at him like he’s done something right, and says, “Hands, corazón.”
She yanks down his trousers to his knees. Her hands wrap around his shaft, squeezing with astonishing force, and her lips wrap around his balls. She’s got most of him in her mouth, crowded into her heat. It’s frighteningly vulnerable, it’s spine-bendingly incredible.
“Kiss him.”
Rob’s brain stutters to its final destination as Jade rubs her lips up the underside of his shaft, along his stretched foreskin, back to the bulging head. She gives him sharp kisses, lavish kisses, drenched kisses that encircle him and send him spiralling. Then she pulls back and looks up at the panting wreck she’s created.
“Lucky will have the final decision,” Renzo says.
Rob gasps as Jade’s mouth descends in one last devastating kiss, all suction and scalding heat. That’s all it takes. But this time, she doesn’t swallow. His cum stripes across her throat and her chest, painting her skin in intricate, filthy patterns.
“You’re due below deck,” she says, rising casually to her feet. “Come ready to work.”
Rob finds he’s having trouble standing. His muscles tremble in the post-adrenaline rush. Their conversation is clearly over, but Renzo takes the time to warn him with laughing eyes, “Watch out for her. She does like to show off.”
Chapter Four
After a shower and a much-needed nap, Rob feels sufficiently revived to face whatev
er else this crew will throw at him. And when a discreetly silent steward leads him to their new location, it can’t be a bigger contrast to the rooms he’s visited before. There, it’s been all decadence—now, it’s all business.
Or, he amends to himself, as much business as Renzo will allow here.
Jade’s once again in efficient black, and her brown skin glows with subtle makeup. Her bleached hair is cropped against her skull, revealing her fine bone structure and highlighting her big dark eyes. Small diamonds glitter at her earlobes.
He notices with satisfaction that her glossy lips are looking swollen.
Rob eases down onto a padded armchair and picks up the pink pages of the Financial Times. How the hell today’s freshly printed copy ended up here is one of those mysteries Rob can only imagine belongs to those in a very exclusive rich man’s club. He’ll leave the billions to them, however, as long as he can get his hands on an office like this. Already he’s calculating what it will take to convert his loft into something this airy and comfortable. Cream leather, shaded skylights letting in the Mediterranean sunshine without the burning heat, cutting-edge systems humming happily away in their temperature-controlled berths. Surely with the right application of creativity even EC2 can give him a bit of this heaven?
“You’re in a good mood,” Jade observes. Her fingers flash across the keyboard, her gaze flickers across the three screens in front of her. “Which is a pleasant change, given you weren’t exactly the life of our party last night. You were sulking in the corner because Renzo didn’t want to talk to you… Are multiple orgasms all it takes to put a smile on your face?”
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