Turn Me On

by Faye Avalon

  “Reed, what…”

  “Shh.” He tightened his hold around her waist. “Just watch.”

  The door opened again and a man walked in. He was a strapping guy, well over six feet and with shoulders that almost filled the doorframe. Like Reed, he was shirtless, but wore low slung jeans with the waist button undone.

  His hair was as dark as the woman’s was fair. Short as the woman’s was long, falling almost to her waist.

  Lissa continued to stare even as her pulse quickened and her blood heated. She wondered why it had taken her so long to put two and two together. Nobody ever had that big a mirror forming the wall of a hotel room, plus there was the ceiling…

  This was no ordinary hotel.

  As if to add weight to her musings, the man stood beside the bed looking down at the prostrate woman, and slowly slid down his zip. The woman gyrated as she watched him, drawing her arms up and lifting her hair in the process. Her breasts rose as she dropped her stretched arms back on the pillow.

  The man placed a knee on the bed, then leaned over the woman, his hands on either side of her waist. He dropped his mouth to her breast, sucking hard on her silk-covered nipple. After a few moments he raised his head, leaving a dark stain on the woman’s dress where his mouth had been.

  Lissa caught her bottom lip between her teeth as her heart began to pump. Her own nipples hardened, her breasts rising and falling with her rapidly escalating heartbeat. She’d never engaged in voyeurism before, at least not live. Okay, she’d watched a few light porn flicks on occasion and attended girlie nights out where things got a bit raunchy with the male strippers, but never anything like this.

  She shifted her hips when Reed’s fingers fluttered across her stomach, and his warm breath teased her neck. “Like that?”

  She could only nod at his question, delivered in a dark smoky tone that further heightened the sensations rushing through her. He kissed her neck lightly and began to draw the wrap from her shoulders. She moved forward slightly so she could slip her arms out, then he coaxed her back against him, stroking the skin just below her bra line and sending delicious sensations rippling through her core.

  In the mirror, the man straddled the woman, then drew her arms down and slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders. The woman shimmied as he divested her of the bodice, revealing plump breasts with dusky nipples.

  Unable to take her eyes from the scene in front of them, but also wanting to feel Reed’s hands around her own breasts, his mouth sampling the hard, wanton nipples she would offer him, Lissa shifted against Reed.

  As if he knew, Reed reached to unclasp her top. With her breasts free, Lissa moaned softly as he cupped her. Placing her hands on Reed’s thighs, she stroked slowly as they watched the man remove the rest of the woman’s dress until she lay naked except for a red thong. The man kissed her breasts again, taking his time sampling her. His tongue flicked around her nipples before he sucked her, then he bit her gently so that she arched up with her head thrown back in ecstasy.

  Lissa squirmed back against Reed. His fingers slid light and slow across her nipples until she was mimicking the woman in the mirror and threw her head back onto Reed’s shoulder.

  The man got off the bed and came around behind the woman. He took her arms and brought them over her head, holding them there as he dropped his mouth to hers. As they kissed, the door opened again and another man stepped into the room. Like the first man, his chest was bare and he wore the same kind of low slung jeans. He walked over to the bed and kneeled up onto it. Reaching forward, he caught the sides of the woman’s thong and slowly pulled it off. Her pussy was shaven and her slit clearly visible.

  Memory flashed through Lissa. Of Marco standing behind her and holding her arms over her head as she lay naked on his pool table. Of Ethan between her legs…

  “Enjoying it, princess?” Reed asked in that same low tone. “Is it turning you on?”

  Despite the memories that niggled for her attention, Lissa threw them off at the same time the man in the mirror threw the woman’s panties to the floor. This was most certainly not the time to think about her misdemeanors. She gyrated slowly against Reed. “Are you kidding?”

  He laughed, a low rumble against her neck. “Are you wet for me right now?”

  “Drenched.”

  He laughed again. “Well, just so you know. My cock is about ready to shoot out of my pants and jump inside you, all of its own accord. It feels like fucking steel.”

  That statement didn’t do anything to calm the need screaming in her veins, but Lissa didn’t want to miss anything right then. She couldn’t resist a glance at Reed though, and stole her gaze away from the scene to look up at him. His eyes were dark, his eyelids heavy. She bit her lip and smiled up at him, before turning back to the mirror.

  The second man had spread the woman’s legs and knelt between them. He leaned down and touched his tongue to her slit, while she arched up and pushed her breasts into the air.

  “Oh hell,” Lissa groaned. “I’m not sure I can watch much more of this. I’m going to explode.”

  “I’ll make you explode, but not before we’ve watched our fill.”

  Lissa ran her hands harder along Reed’s thighs. “Do they actually… You know…”

  “Yeah, they actually, you know.”

  Lissa was sure her heart stopped momentarily, before it began racing again. “Hell.”

  The man raised his head and spread the woman’s pussy lips, then dipped his head and began tonguing her. The first man leaned over her and did the same to her nipples.

  “Oh God, Reed, I can’t watch any more of this.”

  “Shh,” he said firmly, releasing her breasts. He slid his hand down over her stomach and slipped his fingers inside the top of her panties. He stroked lightly over the soft hair covering her pussy and Lissa squirmed in an attempt to make him touch her properly.

  “Eager little witch, aren’t you?” Reed said darkly as the woman’s moans became really audible. “Want my fingers in your pussy, princess?”

  “This is not the time to ask stupid questions.”

  “How about we get those panties off you first?”

  Lissa wanted to scream in the affirmative, but she imagined the woman opposite would outdo her in the scream department about then. She raised her hips as Reed slipped the ribbon ties on her panties, and as he removed them, the woman climaxed in a wave of undulating pleasure.

  As Lissa watched her slump back against the sheets, she felt Reed’s hands on her thighs, spreading her legs. She bent her knees, thankful that he was at last going to touch her.

  But he left his hands on her thighs. She was about to protest when the second man ran his fingers up the woman’s legs before plunging two of them into her pussy. As he worked his fingers in and out of her, Lissa moved her hips in time to his movements.

  Still Reed didn’t touch her and she felt her muscles clamp and release desperately.

  “Reed…”

  “Not yet.”

  The man withdrew his fingers. He knelt up, his mouth still glistening with the woman’s intimate juices, and yanked down his zipper. He pushed the jeans over his hips and his erection sprang free. His cock was enormous, dark and pulsing, and Lissa gasped.

  He leaned over the woman, pressed his hands onto her knees to raise them up to her waist, and plunged his cock inside her.

  Lissa could hardly breathe, she felt so turned on. She wanted Reed so badly. Still he didn’t touch her, but she heard his sharp inhale, his thick breathing, the thump of his heart. And his cock, so long and hard, pushing against her back.

  “Reed…if you don’t…”

  “What? If I don’t what?”

  “Fuck me,” she groaned watching as the man pumped vigorously into the woman. “Damn it to hell, Reed. Fuck me.”

  He turned her so fast she lost her breath on a whoosh. Then he pressed her hard down onto the bed and straddled her. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  With one hand, R
eed yanked down his zipper. With the other he reached across for a condom. Then he pushed down his trousers, sheathed himself, and plunged into her.

  Her own moans mingled with the woman’s in the mirror, increasing in intensity as Reed thrust hard and fast. She came, screaming her release as Reed gave one final hard push and joined her.

  When he collapsed against her, Lissa felt her whole body go lax. From beyond the mirror, the woman still squealed and panted.

  “Shit,” Reed breathed. “How the hell can they still be going at it?”

  Lissa laughed and ran her hand down his heated back. “There are two of them, remember?”

  “Yeah.” He drew out of her slowly and rolled onto his back. “There’s that.”

  Together, they shifted, angling their heads so they could see the scene still being played out. “We missed the switchover,” Lissa said, grinning as she continued to calm her breathing. The men had changed positions and the first man was now fucking the woman, while the second man held her hands over her head. “Are you sure he’s actually doing it, or are they faking?”

  “If they’re faking it, I want my money back.”

  She spared him a glance. “How did you know about this place anyway?”

  He slipped an arm beneath her and drew her to him. “Word gets around.”

  She settled her head against his chest, pleased to feel that, like hers, his heartbeat wasn’t yet back to normal. “When you were here before, was it the same sort of scenario?”

  “I didn’t come here with a wife, if that’s what you mean.”

  She tapped him lightly on the chest, then laid her palm against it. “I mean were they fucking for real.”

  “Yeah. I’m not into anything fake.”

  “Except marriages.”

  “There’s that,” he said again.

  They were silent for a while as they watched the man continue to pump into the woman. Lissa felt her juices start to flow again. She slid her hand slowly over Reed’s chest, letting her fingers glide through the light covering of dark hair. “Does it turn you on to watch?”

  “It turns me on more to participate.”

  She looked up at him, her eyes wide. “You mean you’ve actually taken part in that? You’ve been involved?”

  “No fucking way. I’d never do it to an audience and no chance in hell that I’d ever do a threesome.”

  A light chill ran over her flesh as she forced her attention back to the scene to avoid his piercing gaze. “I would have thought you’d try pretty much anything and everything.”

  “With those two exceptions.”

  She cursed herself but couldn’t help asking, “What’s wrong with a threesome?”

  “I’m not into sharing,” he said almost with a growl. “My woman is my woman. Period. There’s no room in my bed for another man.”

  She couldn’t let it go. Suddenly it was desperately important. “You’d never be tempted?”

  He shook his head. “Not my thing. I know some men get off on it, my cousin for one. He’s the type who’d dabble.”

  Lissa went cold. Attempting to keep her voice steady, she tried for casual. “What makes you say that?”

  “Ethan’s always been a reckless prick. Let’s his cock lead his brain. Would never surprise me if he hadn’t wangled his way into a ménage or two along the way.”

  She felt a tension move into his body and from his dark tone Lissa had the distinct impression all was not rosy in his relationship with his cousin. Her blood chilled at the thought. If that were the case, how much worse would it be if Reed ever found out about her and Ethan?

  She knew she was playing with fire, but for some reason she couldn’t leave it alone. “As long as all the parties consent, it’s not really that bad a deal is it?”

  With a frown, he turned to her. “Why are you so interested, princess?

  Hell. The conversation was getting too intense and far too close for comfort. She had to steer the subject away from Ethan without appearing too obvious. “What about a threesome with two women? Would that be more acceptable to you?”

  He was silent, during which time her heart all but stopped. Had he guessed she was trying to hide something? Oh God, she should have told him about Ethan and Marco right from the start. How stupid was it to expect that he’d never find out? She was his temporary wife now, and it was perfectly reasonable to expect that little piece of news to get around. What if Ethan turned up at his door? Pretty normal for cousins to call on cousins, even if there was niggle between them. What would she do if that happened?

  “Are you offering to give me your own particular brand of wedding gift, princess?”

  She had to think a minute, remember the gist of the conversation. When she did, she was relieved to realize that he’d asked the question with a teasing glint in his eye. “No.”

  He laughed and pulled her over on top of him. He reached one hand to the panel and pushed the switch so that the scene beyond dimmed then vanished and became the mirror again. “How about we forget other people and concentrate on just you and me.”

  Relief washed through her. She was more than happy to do that. “I like that idea.”

  “Just give me a minute.”

  He shifted off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. While he was gone, Lissa reached across to the bedside table and picked up one of the condom packets he’d put there earlier. Using her teeth she tore it open, so that when Reed came back he grinned.

  “I like a forward thinking woman.”

  Reaching for his overnight case, he pulled out a bag and placed it beside him as he lay back on the bed. Lissa straddled him, dropping her hands to his shoulders as she looked down below his waist. “I had plans to get you in the mood again, but I see you’re already there.”

  “I could always brace myself for your plans. What did you have in mind?”

  She lay the condom next to the bag he’d placed beside them and shimmied down a little. “What’s in the bag?” Using her hands, she made him groan as she stroked his cock.

  “A few surprises.”

  She continued to stroke him. “I’m not sure I can handle any more of your surprises.”

  “You will.”

  She smiled at his firm, non-negotiable tone. Then bent her head and licked the tip of his cock, still stroking her hands up and down his length. When he gave a sharp inhale, clenching his toned stomach muscles, she took him slowly into her mouth.

  His hands slid into her hair as she continued to milk him. “Too fucking close,” he muttered after a few moments. “Save it for later.” With which he pulled her away and yanked her up over him.

  “You always spoil my fun,” she complained as she hoisted herself up. “You do loads of things to me, yet you never let me…follow through.”

  “Maybe I will. Soon.” He shifted until she was on her back beneath him and he could kneel between her parted legs. He reached for the bag and took out a tube of lubricant. Now she knew what was in the bag. “When I said I don’t go for threesomes,” he said, pulling out a shiny silver bullet vibrator, “there are exceptions.”

  He put down the lube and vibrator, then grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her hips. Using his knees, he spread her legs wider. He picked up the lube and smeared it over the vibrator.

  Lissa’s breath came in short, sharp bursts and she felt her pussy weep.

  Keeping his eyes on hers, he touched her nipple with the vibrator and switched it on. The gentle hum filled the air and Lissa arched as he moved it slowly around her sensitive nub.

  Settling himself on one elbow, he continued his slow, steady exploration of her body. The humming silver tube moved down the centre of her ribcage, and she jerked as he slid it slowly around her navel. He moved down, running the tip of the vibrator over her lower abdomen, from side to side, before coming back to center and sliding it slowly down between her legs.

  Lissa arched her back, the pillow soft under her ass as she widened her legs. Reed held the vibrator against her labia, b
ut instead of pushing deeper, he slid the tube down her thigh, to the underside of her knee—hell, who knew the back of her knee was an erogenous zone?— and up along her inner thigh, back to her aching pussy.

  “Do you get off on torturing me?” she complained as Reed continued to hold the vibrator too far away from where the heat burned.

  “It’s a possibility. Do you like it?”

  “No.” She pouted when his hand remained steady, hovering mere centimeters from her pulsing heat. “And I’m going to remember this,” she warned as a devious smile stole over his lips. “When you’re flat on your back and I’m having my way with you. I’m going to pay you back.”

  He leaned down and kissed her. “I’ll look forward to it. Now, why don’t you be a patient girl and let me have my fantasy?”

  “Your fantasy?”

  He made a sound that was almost a groan, then moved between her knees again. Grabbing another pillow, he shoved it underneath her until she was almost arched in the yoga bridge position. He applied more lube to the bullet, then with his free hand parted her pussy lips.

  Lissa gasped at the first touch of steel against her intimate flesh, but still Reed didn’t do anything but let the tip brush against her. “Do you want to know what my fantasy is?”

  Her breath came in jerky gasps. “What?”

  “I want to hear you beg.”

  “You’ve heard me beg,” she reasoned as she bucked her hips in the hope he’d get on with it. “I’m always begging.”

  “When my dick’s inside you, and we both want to come,” he agreed in that low gravelly tone. “But I want to hear you beg because I won’t give you what you want. Right this moment, I can control myself, so I won’t give in to your begging. I want you vulnerable,” he grated as she continued to buck. “I want you so fucking hot for what I can give you that nothing else exists for you right now.”

  Was the man insane? Didn’t he know that she was already there? That she was struggling to even remember her own name right then?

  “Okay, I give in. I’m begging. Is that enough for you? Just do it for God’s sake.”

  He laughed, a low rumble of sexy sound that made her already heated blood pulse harder through her veins. “Not yet.”