Pleasure Extraordinaire 2 (PURSUIT)

by Pleasure Extraordinaire 2 [MF] (epub)

  I rest my head between my hands, exhausted and moody for having gone through an intense conversation with Ace. From his birth mother, to a rape fantasy, and then to a dangerous warning about his own father and brother. The talk was everything but what I expected. I see now my wish to have both Zane and Ace devour me will remain as a fantasy forever.

  First Zane, now Ace. What is it with Michael’s sons and their dislike for him?

  I gather my handbag and leave the restaurant. My stomach rises, though I don’t think the meal had anything to do with it. I drive to Taylor’s apartment to spend the afternoon with them, help them pack for their move to their new home and hopefully help my mind take a break from the Hawkins men.

  Taylor fixes us tea and settles beside me on a couch in the living room, while Adam bustles around, gathering items and placing them in large cardboard boxes.

  “Adam’s older sister is coming tomorrow from New York, that’s why we’re trying to get everything done by tonight,” Taylor whispers when Adam leaves for another room.

  “That’s an ambitious goal. Do you need my help?”

  “If you don’t mind?”

  “I love to help. What was her name? Adriana?”

  “Yeah, the one who doesn’t like me. Well, I can’t say any of his sisters like me at all, but Adriana really hates me,” Taylor adds.

  “Pain in the ass.”

  “You can say that.”

  “How long is she gonna stay?”

  Taylor shakes her head. “She’s moving to L.A.”

  “It’ll be fun,” I say with sarcasm.

  Adam shows up behind the couch and bows to give Taylor a kiss on the forehead. “What are you two whispering about?”

  “Your beloved sister and how much she adores me,” Taylor says with a mock glare.

  “I’ll make sure she keeps her claws in,” he promises. “I can’t wait to see my nephew. He’ll turn one in two weeks.”

  “He’s her fourth kid?” I ask.

  “Yeah, in eight years,” Taylor replies, her face showing a hint of dismay. “And, she still has a great career. I’d ask her how she does it, but I’m afraid she’ll bite me if I dare ask her a simple question.”

  Adam settles between Taylor and me on the couch. I turn to him, elbowing his ribcage, and he jerks away from me. “How can a man as sweet as you have a witch as a sister?”

  Adam laughs loudly, doubling over and shaking. “I was thinking the same thing about you as Taylor’s witch sister.”

  “Come on, guys.” Taylor gets onto her feet. “Let’s finish up with the boxes before three so we can deliver them before the evening. I don’t want to hear Adriana complaining nonstop about the unopened boxes.”

  Taylor assigns me the kitchen, and as I start wrapping the glasses with newspapers, I notice a box with ‘baby clothes’ written on it. When she leaves, I open the box and see baby clothes with price tags on, folded nicely, with a sonogram picture on top of them. My heart breaks and I feel physical pain as I examine the picture. My poor little niece didn’t get a chance to wear the clothes her parents had bought for her.

  Swallowing down the threatening sob in my throat, I place the picture back in the box. As I start to turn, a positive pregnancy test in a Ziploc bag catches my attention.

  Right at that moment, Taylor shows up at the doorway, staring at me wild-eyed.

  “Is this new?” I ask, holding up the plastic bag in my hand. She paces forward, grabbing the bag from my hold, and hides it carefully under the baby clothes. I repeat my question, this time whispering, and she nods, placing her index finger over her lips, signaling me to keep silent.

  Holy fuck! How can she expect me to keep quiet at such superb news? I jump over and hug her tightly, screaming at the same time. She reaches over and covers my mouth with her hand, hushing me with an angry look on her face.

  “Why?” I ask with a low voice. “Haven’t you talked to Adam yet?”

  “No. I’m late only by a few days, but I couldn’t wait to get tested. It’s too soon to tell it to anyone. I was shocked when I saw it turned positive. It can be a false positive, you know, and even if I’m really pregnant, the risk of having a miscarriage at this point is too big. I’ll wait for another week to try another test. Don’t mention it to anyone. I’m begging you.”

  “Okay, okay, I won’t. But stop being a Debby Downer for once. Third time’s the charm. Oh, my goodness, I can’t believe it.” I hug her again, careful not to squeeze her too tightly with my arms. Only when we hear Adam’s footsteps do I let her go and get back to my assigned chores.

  I pack until the evening and then help load the boxes into the brand-new truck Adam bought just for the move. Despite Taylor’s request for me to stay for dinner, I excuse myself as being tired, which is true. My muscles feel sore and not in a good way.

  “Call me immediately if something unexpected happens,” I whisper in her ear but hope at the same time nothing bad will happen, and she’ll have a healthy and happy pregnancy. If anyone deserves it, it’s Taylor.

  I walk back to my tiny, dark condo, warm up some left-over lasagna from last night, and settle with it and my laptop on my bed. I’ll have to go through the PE database to pick my lovers for tomorrow’s fun.

  Given the low rating I received for my looks, I don’t have access to the hundreds of escorts like Ace promised, but rather fifteen men who are mostly above thirty five and a little too muscled for my taste. JJ is the only one I can imagine myself with among the list of the fifteen interested. I click on the three-hour option on JJ’s profile page for tomorrow afternoon between two and five and enter the company credit card number I was given for my personal purchases.

  As for the second lover, I’ll have to ask Ace if he’s still interested in being the complimentary one. I seriously doubt he will, considering how disappointed he was after hearing my desire to have him and Zane together, and he won’t be entirely wrong about his frustration.

  What was I thinking? Ace might not be biologically related to Zane, but they grew up together like brothers. Having them together in a sexual act would still count as incest.

  I pick up my phone and stare at it hesitatingly, wishing I had the balls to call Ace to ask him if he’s still interested. After minutes of internal struggle, I accept being a coward and text him instead.

  “I’m sorry for the lunch. I shouldn’t have asked you to consider having a threesome with Zane. I hope you’ll forgive me. I really want you to be a part of the threesome. I already chose JJ to be the third.”

  My heart leaps when my phone rings with a new text from Ace.

  “Excellent choice. Apology accepted.” He really isn’t into sexting or is still cross with me.

  After dinner, I go through my lingerie collection to pick something appropriate for tomorrow, but I’m sure it’s useless, because I have a feeling that the boys will have their own choices for my clothing.

  JJ and Ace. In a way, this combination is better than Zane and Ace because I haven’t really had sex with either of them, and now I’ll get to have them both at the same time. Just thinking about being naked in front of two hot men, who desire me as much as I desire them, makes my insides melt.

  To distract myself and ease my agitated nerves, I log into my Netflix account and fire up the first episode of the last season of Frat House. Even though it’s the third time I’ve watched it, the handsome boys of the show keep me diverted, which again makes me wonder how the Hawkins Media board members can be against such a popular show. They surely must have a lot of money to be blind to the success of it.

  The Explosion

  If I was agitated yesterday, now I’m perplexed for the impending hours at PE. I couldn’t sleep well; consequently my eyes are swollen and have dark circles around. As if that’s not enough, I have a pimple on my forehead the size of a pea. My hands are shaking. My chin is trembling. This is worse than how I felt on my very first date with a boy.

  Nick opens the door of my Audi and I hand the key to a shirtle
ss valet before sliding my arm around Nick’s. I’m wearing a strapless, red, mini-dress and black high heels. I can hardly make it to Ace’s office on shaky legs without incident. Nick smiles at me when he opens Ace’s office door for me.

  I’m a little taken back when I realize Alexander, the third jury member who rated my appearance on my first day at PE beside JJ and Ace, is sitting at Ace’s desk. He gets up, walks around the desk, and grabs my hand to shake. “Hello, Seven, thanks for your visit at Pleasure Extraordinaire today. Ace is getting ready for the afternoon, that’s why I’ll be serving you for your preparation. Would you like to eat or drink anything?”

  “Hi Alexander. No, I’ll just go ahead and refresh my makeup.”

  “Sure. I placed the robe Ace would like you to wear for the party.”

  A robe? There goes my choice of dress for today. I don’t voice my annoyance and go through the door to the attached room, closing it behind me. The robe is a small piece of red, transparent clothing. Analyzing its texture in my hands, I ask myself why I even went through the trouble of picking up a sexy dress. They’ll always come up with something sexier and more revealing. At least Ace and I both had the same color in mind.

  Sliding out of my dress but keeping my crimson bra and panties on, I shrug on the robe and examine myself through the mirror. I’m sure Ace and JJ wanted me to be fully naked underneath, but no power in the world can make me walk naked—yes naked, because the robe doesn’t cover anything—all the way to the suite.

  After applying my dark-red lipstick and fluffing my hair over my shoulders, I go back and let Alexander walk me to the suite.

  My mouth goes dry once we arrive in front of the door, and I regret not having asked for a glass of water. I sigh heavily and feel my cheeks go hot. I’m sure they’re now the color of my lipstick.

  “Ready when you are,” Alexander says as he holds the doorknob. I nod after inhaling a long, deep breath that should calm me down but does the exact opposite, and swallow hard when the door is opened. “I wish you a great afternoon,” Alexander says, gesturing with his long arm inside the suite.

  I hesitate to take a step, but force myself to enter anyway. JJ and Ace are sitting on a sofa at the other end of the suite, both naked from head to toe. Both look up and stand when they notice my presence. As soon as I’m inside and the door is closed behind me, Ace orders me to take everything off, his voice clipped and angry. I narrow my eyes at him, cocking my head back. How dare he speak like that to me.

  I take off the robe anyway and drop it on the floor, letting it pool around my legs. I wait for a moment for either of the men to come and help me with the bra and panties, but they don’t move an inch, so I help myself out of them, under the intense and curious eyes of the two men.

  “Shoes, too,” Ace commands, and I do, feeling angrier at his hostile attitude. However, I realize my anxiety is diminishing as anger replaces it. Perhaps Ace is doing it on purpose, to ease my tension and get me in the mood. He’s perceptive to know that side of me.

  After I’m completely naked, I stroll toward them. My heart is pounding heavily under my chest, in my ears. The two men stand a foot from each other, JJ with a massive hard-on, Ace not affected at all by my nudity. I remember he wasn’t hard at that time when he wanted to rub coconut oil on me but instead got aroused as he proceeded. Perhaps he needs some work to get hard in addition to visuals. I don’t mind working on his cock and seeing the effect of my hands on him.

  JJ winks at me as he takes his cock in his hand and starts rubbing it up and down. He’s a pro through and through, and the sight of him teasing himself while gazing at my body with lust makes me wet between my legs.

  When I finally stand before them, I have to look up to see their faces because I can barely reach their chest level without my high heels. They’re both so hot; I can’t believe this is actually happening.

  “You’re stunning,” JJ says with a seductive tone, but doesn’t make a move on me and just keeps on staring at my body with seductive fires in eyes. Perhaps he’s waiting for me to make the first move, to make sure that I don’t start anything without being absolutely ready for it. I give up on that idea when Ace reaches up for my hand, pulls me against his naked, firm body, and wraps his arms around me. JJ was waiting for his boss to start the show, I see.

  My skin tingles at the places Ace’s hands are touching, while the rest of my body screams to be devoured by his lips. I place my hands on his chest, moving them up and down, grabbing his hard muscles with force. I bet he prefers to be manhandled than massaged gently. He presses his lips together, while scolding me, perhaps in disbelief. Yeah, Mr. Ice, I can be tough, too. His eyes are burning with flames of lust, so unusual for his otherwise icy eyes, and his chest heaves up and down quickly beneath my rough hands.

  Before long, he leans down and captures my lips, catching me off-guard. I vaguely remember my rule for not kissing while using the PE men for my sexual pleasure. But that belief seems irrational now that I get a taste of Ace’s delectable lips.

  I stand up on my toes and move my hands up to wrap them around his neck, enjoying the sweet sensation of my breasts grazing over his skin. He tightens his hold around me, shuddering just like me at the sudden crush of our bodies. His hands easily reach the sides of my breasts, and I’m dying for him to grab them.

  I gasp with pleasure. His kiss is possessive and urgent. He’s licking my lips, as if he’s been hungry for me for a long time, and slips his tongue into my mouth. Opening my mouth wide, I suck his tongue and bite it gently. It’s nothing like I’ve tasted before. Sweet and soft, yet aggressive. This is our first kiss, and in a way, I feel like it’s the first kiss of my life.

  His cock gains thickness between our bodies. I pant with desire to palm it, feel it pulsating in my hand, and then take it into my mouth, then into my vagina.

  I feel hands moving down and touching my butt, and I remember JJ is in the room with us. Ace can make me forget about everything with just one kiss, I guess. JJ’s hands ferociously knead my butt cheeks while he rubs his hard-on against my back. The feeling is bewildering, revitalizing. I drag my hands down to Ace’s chest to push him away and free myself from his hold. First he hugs me tighter, but when I close my mouth, he loosens his grip, tilts his head back, and stares down at me, frowning. Disbelief and shock dominate his face for a second before he resumes his cold self.

  Without losing physical contact to Ace’s body, I turn to JJ, my butt now plastered against Ace’s hot body. His cock twitches teasingly against my back.

  JJ runs his fingers through my hair and pulls me in for a deep kiss. His lips and tongue do everything possible to produce the perfect kiss… technically. But JJ’s kiss is nothing compared to Ace’s hungry kiss. I shouldn’t compare, I think to myself. I should just let my body enjoy the two men as they come.

  I’m sandwiched between two incredibly hot men and their hard cocks. Does it get better than that?

  JJ’s mouth moves down to my chin. He licks my throat, then the area between my breasts, moistening my skin with his warm tongue. I moan and throw my head back at Ace’s chest as JJ reaches for my breast and sucks its nipple. My body arches against JJ, while I tilt my head backwards and meet Ace’s lustful gaze on top of me. He holds me, while JJ does incredible things with my breasts. I feel delicious, electrical charges running across my belly and close my eyes with the force of an impending orgasm.

  Orgasm? How? My vagina is yet to be touched. Can one get an orgasm simply by nipple stimulation? Clearly yes, because my legs start jerking as something explodes deep inside me, and I let myself go, dropping all my weight to Ace’s able hands.

  Before leaving me time to register what’s just happened, both men pull me up onto my feet and change places so Ace is in front of me.

  Not taking his eyes off of mine, Ace drops down on his knees and in a swift movement, he drapes one of my legs over his shoulder, his mouth getting dangerously close to my sex. JJ secures his hands on my hips to keep me in place, and h
onestly, I’m thankful for him because I don’t know how else I can keep standing on my feet while staring at Ace’s daring eyes.

  Ace sticks out his tongue and runs it around his lips, taking my breath away. His long blond hair, blue eyes, untainted skin… He’s so beautiful and sexy, like no man I’ve ever seen or been with.

  I grab JJ’s hand on my hip to hold on to it and with the other one I reach down and run my fingers through Ace’s hair. He hasn’t made his move yet, and I have no idea what he’s waiting for. Unsure of what to do, I lean down and lick his lips. He’s delicious, sensual.

  I’m afraid whatever he’ll do to me next, he’ll break me permanently. I won’t be the same person. I’ll lose this game of hearts and get hurt. The realization however does nothing to my impatience to have Ace do whatever he desires with me. I’m his to take advantage of for his own sexual pleasure.

  It’s wrong. It’s the only thing I want.

  My heart aches when Ace breaks our kiss and turns his attention to my belly. Placing soft, wet kisses, he moves down to my mound. My breathing quickens, so do my heartbeats. His tongue slides between my lips down there and licks my clit. The wetness of his mouth doubles the pleasure, and I moan and twine my leg tighter around his shoulder to get him deeper. He sees my desperation and begins sucking my clit. I jerk at the sudden assault, enjoying the sensation of his lips around my sensitive flesh. His teeth graze around it, and I moan louder.

  Letting my clit go, he sneaks his tongue into my opening and grabs my breasts, squeezing them.

  “Tastes amazing, doesn’t she?” I hear JJ ask between my ragged breathing.

  “Hmm, hmm,” Ace purrs into me as he plunges his tongue inside of me, spreading me wide open. I buck my hips and grind against his face, giving him more access to devour me. His tongue is wickedly swirling against my insides, which are now swollen and throbbing with the need to explode. His massage on my breasts roughens as his tongue strikes harder. I don’t know how much longer I can hold it, but I never want it to end.