“This is Ruby,” Holt said.
The man smiled. “She’s perfect.”
Which was kind of an odd thing to say. He was on the high side of forty, possibly fifty, his hair graying, with only flecks of his original dark color in it. A swarthy complexion spoke of a Mediterranean heritage despite his name being generic. He was fit, his tux forming nicely to his body. On a scale of one to Holt, he was almost up there with her boss.
Ruby felt drunk on the testosterone in the air.
The intercom made a soft warning noise, then the driver’s voice filtered through the car. “Where to, sir?”
Holt pressed a button. “Just drive around the area for a bit of sightseeing.”
The Westin was on Union Square. The streets were teeming with sightseers, partygoers, and tourists still doing a bit of shopping. The windows of the limo were smoked so that no one could see in, but they could see out. People stared, perhaps wondering if there was a celebrity inside.
Then Gorton said, “Do we have her for the whole night?”
Holt shook his head. “I booked her for three hours.”
“Then I suggest we get started. I wouldn’t want to waste a moment of this lovely lady’s time.”
Ruby looked at them, shifting her gaze from one to the other, then landing on Holt.
“Pull up your dress, Ruby,” Holt said softly. “Let the man see what I’m paying for.”
She couldn’t believe it. He’d told Gorton she was a hooker. A whore. And that he’d booked her for three hours.
He’d said he would give her cock. He’d said he’d choose for her. And he’d watch. But to tell his customer she was a whore?
For a moment, Ruby was so outraged she couldn’t speak. Then Holt put his hand on her knee. Leaning in, lips to her ear, he whispered. “You want to do everything I say, don’t you, Ruby. You need to fuck him while I watch.” He swiped his tongue along her ear. “Then maybe you’ll be ready.”
Just like that, a wave of heat rode through her body. Clay had said he’d take her to a bar, find a man for her, send her up to a room. Holt had gone several steps further. He was pimping her out to his customer.
This was so much better.
Chapter Eleven
Holt pulled back from Ruby, her seductive scent clinging to him. Her eyes were the color of the earth, and stormy. Her nostrils flared, but he smelled the heat of her sex. He’d planned it very carefully. He’d chosen this setting, this man; he was perfect for her. Older, attractive, fit. And horny.
“Pull your skirt to your waist and let the man see you,” he ordered.
Ruby licked her lips, making her red lipstick shine. She wore her hair down and flowing. The black dress had a scooped bodice that revealed only a hint of her magnificent cleavage. The stockings were black and sheer.
There had never been a more beautiful or sexual woman.
He still wasn’t sure whether she’d fight him or not, until she slowly slid her hands down her abdomen and along her thighs to the hem of her dress, which only just made it within his three-inch limit.
Ruby raised the dress just as leisurely, revealing luscious thighs an inch at a time. His breath caught in his throat at the first sight of her neatly trimmed pubic hair.
He glanced at the man he’d called Gorton. His gaze was fixed on the sweet triangle between Ruby’s legs as she lifted her bottom and drew the black dress over her hips. A drop of moisture pearled along her center.
“What would you like her to do?” Holt asked. “She’s yours to command for tonight, and she’ll do anything you tell her.”
Ruby gasped. The man said, “Anything?”
Holt gazed at her steadily. “Anything.” Then he glanced across at Gorton. “Unless I don’t approve of it,” he emphasized.
The man raised one dark brow. “And all you’re going to do is watch.” It was half statement, half question.
Holt let his teeth gleam in the dim car. “Yes. That’s what I enjoy.”
Gorton smiled, too. “I want her to touch herself for me. But she’s not to come yet.”
They both looked at Ruby. Ruby simply stared at Holt, a little bewildered, if the widening of her eyes meant anything.
“Don’t speak, just do,” he said softly.
The car moved at a snail’s pace, trapped in traffic. A few passersby tried to peer through the glass, yet all the sounds were muffled, car horns and the clank of the trolleys distant, voices and music a gentle buzz outside the windows. The partition was up, so the driver couldn’t hear, and the glass was darkened to obscure what went on behind it. He, Ruby, and Gorton were virtually alone in the back of the limo as Ruby spread her legs and slid a hand between her thighs.
“Her pussy is gorgeous and looks so sweet,” Gorton said in a low and husky voice.
“It’s very sweet,” Holt agreed.
Ruby circled her clit, then tipped her head back against the seat, closing her eyes to enjoy the feel of her own touch.
“She loves to perform,” Gorton observed. “I’d enjoy seeing her with another woman. There’s nothing like two ladies touching each other. She needs a feminine mouth on her right now.”
Ruby moaned. Because of Gorton’s scenario? Holt had never thought of it, but the set-up was something to explore at a later time.
“She’ll do anything.” He winked at Gorton. “Perhaps the next time you’re out here.”
“I’ll bring my wife. She loves to lick a woman as my cock impales her.”
Oh, this guy was good. Holt smiled, and his cock surged in his tux pants.
Ruby slipped a finger in her pussy and panted. Then she opened her eyes, and her gaze was dark and dreamy.
Gorton leaned close across the expanse between the two seats. “Let me taste her fingers while she keeps her other hand on herself.”
As if Holt had issued an order, Ruby held out one hand, her fingers covered with her moisture, her scent. Gorton sucked them, closed his eyes, groaned, as Ruby went on pleasuring herself.
Holt ached to touch her, taste her. But for now, it was all about Ruby and Gorton. Whatever Gorton wanted—within reason.
The man freed her fingers, licked his lips as if he’d just finished a delectable meal, then let her hand slip slowly from his as he moved back to his seat. “I’m ready for more,” he said, his gaze hot on Ruby.
“What would you like?” Holt queried. He wanted to watch Ruby suck the man. Knowing exactly how it felt, he also wanted to drink in the sight so that he could replay it all when they were alone and he made her suck him. It would be double the pleasure.
“I want to bury my face in her pussy. Have her get on the bench seat over here.” Gorton patted the luxurious leather beside him.
Holt’s cock pulsed. He hadn’t taken that pleasure yet himself. But it was such a good idea. When he licked her, he wouldn’t be able to see her well. But with Gorton doing it, he would have the image of her face in ecstasy burned into his brain.
He snapped his fingers at Ruby and pointed.
Her temper flared a moment, cheeks reddening, her lips thinning. Then her indignation melted away, and she went down on the carpet between the seats, crawling to Gorton’s side. The dress didn’t quite fall over her ass, and the sight of her pert bottom in the air was unbearably erotic.
He imagined taking her while she sucked Gorton, just lifting the dress and pushing deep inside her. His breath stalled in his chest.
Ruby lay back flat on the seat, not even bothering to ask Gorton what position he wanted. She spread her legs invitingly, turning her head to gaze at Holt. A fire burned in her eyes. He couldn’t tell whether it was anger or desire.
Then she held her hands out to Gorton, drawing him down between her luscious thighs. Exactly where Holt wanted to be.
* * * * *
Don’t speak, just do.
Holt’s words echoed in her mind as Mr. Gorton’s mouth nuzzled her pussy.
God, it was ecstasy, freedom. Not the man between her legs, but Holt’s permission. She d
idn’t have to beg or cajole or seduce or tempt or play any of her little sexual tricks. All she had to do was keep her mouth shut...and do.
Mr. Gorton spread the delicate lips of her sex and delved deep, his tongue wet and warm. But Holt’s gaze on her was hotter, pushed her higher. He was selling her, and it was the hottest thing she’d ever known. She wanted to watch his expression, savor every subtle nuance—especially since he claimed she didn’t savor—but the pleasure overwhelmed her. She put her head back, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the mouth on her, the tongue inside her.
“Oh God, oh God.” Her tension built, and she pushed her hands through her hair, arching into the man between her legs.
Then she needed to see Holt again. He sat indolently in the seat, one leg crossed over the other.
She spoke to him, as if Mr. Gorton were just an extension of him. “It’s so good, God, so good. Let me come. Please let me come.”
“Make her come, Gorton. Make her come hard.”
They’d talked about her, around her, not to her. As if she was nothing more than a sexual object, there only for their pleasure. It added an extra thrill.
And Mr. Gorton sucked at her wildly, licking, teasing, adding his fingers into the mix. She’d been high from touching herself, but between Holt’s voice and this man’s mouth, she burned.
The climax burst from the point of contact, his tongue on her clit, sweeping through her body, out to her limbs. She trembled and quaked, cried out, then she literally wailed as the orgasm coursed through her. It went on and on, until finally she subsided back against the leather completely exhausted.
Mr. Gorton pulled away, straightened his jacket. “You’re right, she’s exceptionally sweet.” He licked his lips one last time.
Ruby lay splayed before them. She could barely open her lids to look at Holt.
He hadn’t moved, hadn’t touched himself. But there was something about the rigid line of his jaw that said he was only just able to hold back.
“What now?” he asked lazily.
Mr. Gorton stroked his chin. “I’d originally planned on having my cock sucked.” He paused a long second, the shush of the tires on the road seeping in, voices, a high-decibel laugh. Then he lowered his voice to a deep drawl. “Now I just want to fuck her.”
The man was handsome, sexy, a bit like Holt. And she had Holt’s permission. She wanted him to watch. She needed him to see how good she was. He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her. Or his cock out of her.
Holt pulled his jacket aside and reached for his inner pocket. A moment later, he tossed a condom at Mr. Gorton. The man caught it deftly.
“Fuck her, but don’t come inside her,” Holt directed. “When you’re ready, pull out, take off the condom, and come on her pussy.”
Mr. Gorton’s eyes sparkled as if he knew exactly what Holt had in mind for later. Ruby had an inkling, but it couldn’t be possible. Not with Holt.
“My pleasure,” Mr. Gorton said, then held out his hand to Ruby. “I want her to take my cock out, stroke it, then roll on the condom. She should be down on the floor between my legs when she does it.”
They were doing it again. Talking about her. She couldn’t truly say why it made her so hot. It should have been debasing. But Ruby fell to her knees between Mr. Gorton’s legs and unbuckled his belt. He’d gone commando. And damn, he was huge. She glanced back at Holt. He’d shifted on the seat for a better view, and when he saw the question in her eyes, he merely tipped his head, shrugged his shoulders, and raised both eyebrows in a whatever gesture.
Ruby wrapped her hand around the man’s impressive tool. He growled his pleasure as she squeezed and stroked. He was hard, like steel against her palm, his balls full and ready. A drop of come formed on the tip, and Ruby couldn’t help but lean down to taste it. The moment her lips encircled him, he thrust deep into her mouth. She swallowed, his taste salty but good.
Holt slapped her ass hard, and Ruby squealed.
“He said fuck, not suck.”
She would have said Yes, sir, but her mouth was full. So instead, she sucked hard all the way up, then let his cock pop free of her lips.
“Perhaps I should change my mind,” Mr. Gorton mused. “She sucks like a vacuum.”
Holt laughed. “But now you’ve made me anxious to see her get fucked.”
Mr. Gorton suddenly grabbed her by the hair, held her head away. It didn’t hurt and felt deliciously he-man. “Then she better get that condom on,” he said. His gaze bored into her as he tore open the packet with his teeth, then handed her the latex.
Ruby was practiced, and she had him sheathed in two seconds.
“She must face me,” Holt directed.
“Perfect,” Mr. Gorton agreed. “That’s how my wife likes it, so she can lick the woman.”
That’s what he’d said earlier. He was a pervert married to a pervert. Ruby liked to share herself, but she didn’t like to share her man. His wife must be a different breed of woman. But God, would Holt expect her to play out that scene if Mr. Gorton came here with his wife in tow?
Looking at that mouth-watering cock, his taste on her tongue and the sting of Holt’s slap on her ass, Ruby felt a thrill shoot through her. It might be something to try. If Holt wanted it.
She realized everything now came down to what Holt wanted. “Take off your dress, Ruby,” he instructed. “I want to see your gorgeous breasts, and I don’t want the dress blocking the view.”
“Yes, sir.” She wasn’t supposed to speak, just do, but she said it anyway, letting him know she’d do anything for him. Stripping off the clingy material, she tossed it to the floor of the car. She hadn’t worn a bra, and her nipples beaded with the exposure.
“Good idea,” Mr. Gorton said. “I should have thought of that.” Then he pinched her nipple. The touch was almost painful, sending a flash of heat straight to her pussy.
Looking straight at her, Mr. Gorton lowered his voice to a murmur. “Tell her to fuck me. I want her to straddle my cock, take me inside, and fuck me hard.”
She held his gaze a long moment, thrilled by the dark look of desire. She thrived on men’s desire for her. It made the sexual high that much greater. Some women groveled for attention, but Ruby didn’t grovel. If it wasn’t there, she moved on. But it was there, blazing in his dark eyes.
“You heard the man, fuck him. Now.” Holt’s voice egged her on. He wanted her to take. He wanted to watch. And that made her higher than ever before.
She kicked off her high heels and crawled onto Mr. Gorton’s lap. Her back to his chest, she spread her legs and eased down until her thighs surrounded his condom-clad cock.
“Don’t think,” Holt seduced with a whisper, “just do.”
Her clitoris throbbed, and she was slick with desire. She didn’t need lube. Rising over Mr. Gorton, the silkiness of his tux caressing her back, Ruby held him aloft. Then she looked up, and as she took him inside, slowly sliding down, she fixed her gaze on Holt.
He didn’t watch the cock. He watched her. Ruby licked her lips. It had been weeks since she’d had a cock inside her, but something about Holt’s steady gaze, the flare of heat in the depth of his eyes, made another man’s cock inside her that much more momentous. She’d never had anything like it before, not even with Clay.
Holt had become the only man in her life that counted.
Chapter Twelve
She was the sexiest, most beautiful thing Holt had ever seen in his life. Her lustrous hair fell in waves around her shoulders, and her firm, full breasts, the nipples tight, bounced as she rode Gorton. Her skin was creamy against the black thigh-high stockings. Gorton’s cock filled her, and Ruby let her head fall back. Her clit was a plump bead of desire between her legs, her pussy pink and flushed. The limo’s interior was scented with her lust, the sensual aroma of sex and woman. Her sounds drove him crazy: the slip-slide of flesh inside her, a gasp, a moan, a harsh breath, and dirty words she probably didn’t even know she said.
Then Ruby looked at him, her eye
s a deep, dark chocolate, the pupils wide, her nostrils flared like a filly. She moved her lips, mouthed his name. Even fucking another man, she needed him. She bit down on her lush lower lip as Gorton hit a sweet spot inside. The man held her hips and fucked her from below, taking control of the action for the moment. His cock was like a piston inside her. Raising both hands to her breasts, she pinched her nipples. Then she needed more. Her touch drifted down her body to her pussy, and she rubbed the hot little button between her legs. Holt could see the moisture coating her fingers, and his mouth watered. He’d waited so fucking long, and now, instead of taking her, he’d given her to someone else. But watching her from the opposite seat, he could no longer deny himself a taste of her.
In one swift move, Holt dove across the distance separating them. On the seat beside them, the scent of sex rising from their fused bodies drove him wild. Gorton grunted with need, desire, exertion, his legs quaking. The tenor of Ruby’s moans said she was close to her peak. Bracing himself with one hand on the back of the seat, Holt bent his head to her, pushed her fingers away, and licked her clit. The cock was so close, Gorton’s body right there, testosterone scenting the air. Holt’s tongue slipped, and he tasted latex and the other man’s saltiness mingled with Ruby’s sweetness. One leg tucked beneath him, a foot anchored on the floor, Holt rocked and rolled with them on the limo’s seat, licking, sucking, tasting as Ruby’s fingers curled in his hair and held him down for her pleasure.
Gorton gave a guttural growl. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
Holt backed off as the man pulled out, stripped off the condom, stroked his cock, once, twice. That was all it took. He creamed all over Ruby’s sweet, hot snatch while her body quivered.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Gorton said, still pulsing, still stroking.
As the last drop oozed out and fell onto Gorton’s hand, Holt bent his head to Ruby’s gorgeous pussy. He licked her clean, took the come, took the sweet taste of her desire, kept at her until finally she clutched his hair, her body jerking, and filled his mouth with her climax.
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