Reason intruded, and she tore her arms out of Trace’s grasp. Her movement made her weight shift, and she tumbled against Jack’s chest. Oh, my God. His pecs nearly made dents in her skin. He grabbed hold of her arms to steady her, and every cell in her body exploded, sending images of them in bed, of them loving her, accepting her, wanting her.
Get real. That’s never going to happen. Ever.
Jack did reach his arms around her, but instead of fondling her, he planted both hands on her hips, searing the skin. He led her backwards, away from Trace’s focused gaze. Her knees hit the bed, and she dropped onto the comforter. It was as if he’d put a damned spell on her, and she couldn’t break away from the smoldering look in Trace’s eyes. Jack took her hand and wrapped a velvet strap around her wrist. She jerked her attention away from Trace, turned toward Jack, and stiffened.
“What are you doing?” Dumb question, but those were the only words able to get out of her mouth.
Trace stepped to the other side of the bed and magically produced an identical tie. He managed to hook the velvet onto her wrist and tie the other end to the bedpost before she realized their ploy.
Stop! In her dreams, this wasn’t how it was to go down. Jack and Trace were supposed to tell her they loved her before tying her up. And then they would have wild monkey sex.
The bed dipped on both sides as they sat beside her. Without a word, Trace ran a finger down her cheek, once again paralyzing her. He lifted her shoulder-length hair and twirled the blonde strands in his fingers.
“You have such soft hair.” He inhaled, his nose close to her cheek and his lids closed as if he were savoring her spirit.
Dave never took the time to play with her hair, let alone comment on its softness.
She couldn’t think. Jack had moved to the end of the bed and was dragging his hands up and down her calves, intensifying the fact she was totally naked and very vulnerable.
Trace’s blue eyes shone brightly, and he smiled as he leaned closer, his lips half an inch from her face. “You have the cutest nose, you know that?” He leaned back and dragged a finger across the bridge of her nose. “I love the spray of freckles across your face. So fresh and sexy.”
Who was this man? He hadn’t been the type to sweet-talk any woman, not when every breathing female threw herself at him in high school. He always got what he wanted, when he wanted it. Fourteen short years ago, he’d laughed at her big nose and told her if she wore foundation to cover those sunspots on her face, she’d look better. She couldn’t remember even one compliment he’d tossed her way.
So what had she seen in him? Why had both of these men starred in her mental movie every night? Maybe it was the fact they made her insides melt just looking at them.
Truth?
Acceptance. If he and Jack had liked her, so would the rest of the class. How sad was that?
She glanced down to find both her ankles had velvet ropes around them and were tied to the opposite bedposts. She was spread-eagle and hadn’t even been aware of being moved. A huge lump lodged in her throat. The foreign sensation of being helpless nearly undid her. Words failed to form.
“Trace,” Jack said. “Have you ever seen such a sweet pussy?”
She wished she hadn’t gotten the full Brazilian, but Dave said it made her sexier. After he left, she kept it up for sentimental reasons, hoping the cheater would come crawling back, but he never did.
Trace pulled back her shoulders until she met resistance with his chest. She melted against his strong, protective muscles. She’d never leaned on a man, had built her business by herself, but at times she wished she had someone to confide in, someone as strong as Trace.
Jack jumped on the bed between her legs, his gaze focused solely on her bare mound. Uh-oh. Now what was he going to do? Sweat formed on her forehead from both men’s nearness. She tried to cover herself, but the bondage prevented her from moving more than a few inches. She had slack, but not enough to plaster her palms over her breasts.
Trace wrapped his arms around her and stilled her hands. The presence of skin on skin made her sizzle. Not good.
“Sugar, relax. Trust us. You’re going to have a good time.” His sweet breath caressed her cheek, and she savored the delicious words. For a few seconds she almost believed him.
Oh, my God. Weren’t they going to stick with the house rules? She might have given in to her urges if these two particular men hadn’t been the ones so close to her body. Jack inched closer, his breath pouring over her pussy. Don’t even think of going there. He looked up at her, and his gaze made her hotter than she’d ever been in her life.
He reached out a finger, lightly touched the top of her pubic bone, then drew small circles above her opening. “You are remarkable. Your naked pussy makes you look like a virgin, Diana, but you are too damn sexy not to be highly experienced. Do you like to fuck a lot?”
The dirty words, along with his finger, shot sparks through her whole body. “No.” His eyes narrowed, but she couldn’t tell what he was thinking, or else she didn’t want to acknowledge what he was thinking. “I mean, yes, but only if a man turns me on.” Did I really say that?
With his index finger and thumb he separated her pussy lips. Her world exploded when he blew on her. Every muscle tightened, her gaze on his movement. His thumb drew a line from her clit down to the bottom of her pussy, dipping in her opening for only a moment. His action made her breath catch. Time stood still as anticipation made her heart race.
His finger traveled up again and landed on her clit. Now her breath completely died in her throat. Never had she experienced anything so thrilling. Jack DeMarco, no, the Jack DeMarco, almost had his finger inside her, poised over her most sensitive spot. This might be the closest she’d ever come to having sex with this amazing man. So what if he’d only been a boy when she’d seen him last?
As if Trace wanted her attention, he leaned closer and kissed her neck, his lips soft and sensuous. She sucked in a breath as he trailed more kisses over her collarbone. Her nipples hardened, waiting for his fingers to touch her, but his palms lay flat against her flushed arms.
“You have the most beautiful skin,” he said in a dreamy way, as if he couldn’t believe any woman could be so soft.
This couldn’t be happening. Not to her, not to Laurel Diana Bowman, geek and nerd extraordinaire. She expected to wake up any minute, fully dressed with no one else in the room. While she’d never been more turned on by their seemingly devoted attention, she understood if she let loose, she’d basically be giving them power over her. She’d be at their mercy. Again. Set up for disappointment.
No. She prided herself on being the queen of mind control. It was time to show them what it was like to want something and not get it. On her application, she stated she wanted to reach climax after climax without having sex with them. How would they like it if they failed at what they thought they were good at?
All’s fair in love and war, right? Her years of building an emotional shell around her heart came to the forefront. She could do this. Maybe.
Trace’s lips suddenly captured her breast at the same time Jack plunged two thick fingers inside her. She forced down the impending gasp from escaping. Acting indifferent would take all her strength and determination. For all the unnoticed girls in the world, she had to hold back.
Jack looked up, his lids half-closed. “Your pussy is so goddamn wet. I can tell you’re loving this.”
He spoke the truth. His finger slid in and out with ease, surely coating his fingers. “I think it’s only wet because it’s so hot in here.” Had her hands not been tied, she would have fanned herself. No way would she tell them she’d never been this stimulated in her life.
His jaw slackened. “This doesn’t feel good?”
Before she could answer, Trace leaned around her and gently bit her nipple, nearly sending her over the edge. “It doesn’t feel bad. I can take it or leave it.” She deserved an Oscar for her superb acting.
From the speed with wh
ich they fingered and sucked her, both were trying to make her come. Jack pressed her legs further apart as he snuggled closer, and his hair brushed against her inner thighs. She always imagined touching him and running her fingers over his scalp, not to mention a few other places, too, but she needed to refrain.
Their intensity increased. Go Titans. This was so much better than any football win. When Jack’s tongue penetrated her inner walls, she almost died.
“I heard that, Diana. From the way your belly is fluttering, your climax is building.”
She didn’t answer, and Jack went back to work on her now needier-than-ever pussy.
She drew on all the hurt and snide remarks growing up to calm her excitement. She would not climax, would not show how much their attention affected her.
So hard to do. So hard to do. Waves upon waves of glory washed over her. Every dream was coming true, yet she couldn’t be free and let them know what they did to her, now or before.
Hold back.
Don’t give in.
Not yet.
As if they had some secret signal between them, they sat up. Her eyelids popped open. “Why did you stop?”
Damn. She should have just thanked them for their time and said good-bye.
“You want us to continue?” Jack rubbed the pad of his thumb over her clit, and she squelched the urge to jump.
“No.” They’d know that was a lie. “I wouldn’t mind letting you try, but I am tired. I think I’ll order in some dinner, do some reading, and then hit the hay.”
Trace moved from behind her and joined Jack at the end of the bed. Relaxed beyond description, she fell back onto her elbows without Trace’s support.
“You can honestly say that experience wasn’t amazing?” Jack’s brow pinched.
“I mean, it was okay, but the earth didn’t move or anything.” She looked up at him through her lashes, praying he’d buy her story.
“Darlin’, then we need to try harder.”
She wasn’t sure if he was talking about their efforts or hers, but before she could figure it out, Trace scooted to the end of the bed, elbowed Jack out of the way, and leaned over her. He sucked hard on her swollen pussy as he spread her legs to the max. Her nipples still tingled from where he’d pleasured her. Trace’s tongue raced all over her opening, and she could have sworn liquid seeped out of her. He moved quicker than Jack, but she liked it just the same.
“I’d give it a rating of three on a scale of one to ten.” How she kept her voice even, she didn’t know.
Trace took a break and looked up. He shook his head. “Well, sugar, I have to say I’m stumped.”
The bulge in his pants seemed more pronounced than when he started. While her ego was stroked to know they were turned on, she couldn’t bring herself to tell them how much they’d almost made her weep for joy.
“Maybe I’ll be in a better mood tomorrow.” She waved her hands and wiggled her feet. “Would you mind untying me?”
Both glanced at each other and had her free in a few seconds. She desperately wanted to close her thighs and cover her too-large tits, but she didn’t want to show them how much they’d put her out of her sexual comfort zone.
Trace’s jaw hardened. “You are a very bad girl for holding back, you know.”
“Me?” Because she didn’t swoon like every other woman?
Trace returned to the head of the bed and pulled her over his thighs, facedown. No way was he going to spank her.
She wiggled, trying to get away. She failed. The first smack came quickly. “Ouch.” She wasn’t acting this time.
“That’s right. It should hurt. You are such a tease.”
What could she say? She had been. He spanked her again and heat spread over her ass. The quick shot of pain somehow turned erotic. Another slap came and her damned pussy moistened even more. Why was this happening?
“Jack,” Trace said. “Hold open her thighs.”
What? She tried to hold her legs together, but Jack moved behind her too fast. He grabbed her thighs high and spread apart her legs. The AC clicked on and blew over her wet pussy, lighting up her lower half. The next slap sent the heat straight to her pussy. How could she like being punished?
Two more slaps were followed by Jack’s tongue on her clit. She clenched her butt, the thrill so intense.
“Your ass is so red, darlin’. You are too sweet. I could eat you for hours.”
Trace laughed. “What you really want to do is make love to that apple-cheeked ass of hers.”
This time her intake of breath was audible. They wouldn’t dare. Dave had begged her to have sex that way, but she’d always said no. Good girls didn’t do that.
“You got that right, but we have to warm her up first.” He ran a thumb around the outside ring of that tight muscle.
“No. Please don’t.”
The pressure from his thumb disappeared. “I’ll stop for now, but I promise you, you’ll be begging me for it.”
That was never going to happen, though the thought of his big cock inside her, filling her to the max, excited her.
“You like it better this way, darlin’?” Jack plunged two thick fingers inside her then pulled them out before she was ready. “Hey, Trace. Diana has really been holding back. She’s wetter than a flower after a heavy shower. I’m thinking she likes being punished.” He patted her butt. “I’m betting she’s going to like the sex toys we have for her, too.”
“Oh, yeah,” Trace said. She imagined he was grinning. Damn him. A hard smack followed, and her thoughts raced to what Jack had suggested.
Instead of another smack, Trace lifted her up and sat her on the bed. “Tomorrow, darlin’. Be ready bright and early. We’ll come up with something for you, we promise. We want you to dream of having something really big snuggled up your pussy and in your back door.” He winked.
Though they looked like they knew it was only a matter of time before they succeeded, she almost felt sorry for them. If they knew who they’d been dealing with, they’d probably throw up. She convinced herself she’d saved them from the humiliation.
As soon as the door closed, she raced off the bed and drew on her robe. My God, nothing like this had ever happened to her. She ran over to the phone and called the front desk.
“Sharon speaking.”
“Sharon, this is Diana. Is it possible for me to change my fantasy?”
Chapter Three
Diana awoke early, her night tumultuous. Her body thrummed from all the touching, and her imagination had gone wild, leaving little time for sleep. Guilt assaulted her for even imagining making love to two men at the same time, but the way Jack acted when he mentioned having a ménage told her that would be his fantasy. She had to admit, the more she thought about it, the most tantalizing it became. Then again, sex was forbidden. Surely, no one would fault her for using her imagination.
After pondering their actions all night, she had to admit, both men were more mature than when they were seniors in high school. Back then, they were the cool jocks, very smart, but did as little work as possible off the field. Their big goal, besides winning games, was seeing how many of the cheerleaders they could have sex with. She didn’t recall either of them actually dating any one girl for long, but going through a string of women, one after the other. Their motto must have been “get in quick and leave just as fast.” These were the kind of men she always fell for. The ones no one could keep.
What bothered her about this whole situation was whether she should be holding this hang-up of hers against these guys after such a long time. They probably had changed, despite the fact they were working at a place focused solely on sex. If she were fair, she’d have to say they never had been mean to her on purpose. The fact both had asked her to write their English papers at one time still rankled. She’d jeopardized her chance at an Ivy League education to help them. They both earned As on the papers, but did they do more than thank her? No. They smiled, said she was the best, and then ignored her when they passed her in th
e hall.
She was young and foolish, but no more. Trace and Jack represented all the hurt heaped on her growing up, and teaching them a lesson might be the best thing for them. Okay, it might be cathartic for her, too.
She’d worried enough about them and she needed a good workout to get her head on straight. A swim would help exorcise them from her mind.
After eating a nice breakfast outside, she dove in and swam over to a chained-off lane to do laps. The water was warmer than she was used to in Flagstaff, but it was still refreshing. Only two others shared the large, Olympic-size pool. She stroked hard and fast to the end, then did a precise tuck and roll before heading back the other end. After twenty laps, she treaded water on one end, her elbows resting on the pool’s edge, while she caught her breath.
Another two dozen people were either in lounge chairs to catch the day’s rays, eating, or socializing. Most of the tables were taken up with one woman meeting two or more men. She couldn’t imagine being tempted by three men. She had her hands full with her duo.
A chair scraped then clanged on the Kool Deck at the far end of the pool, and a plastic glass bounced and pinged. “Shit.”
A woman, about forty and rather plump, must have tripped, sending her drink to the ground. She stood there staring at the spilled drink. Before Diana could get out of the deep end and help, Trace and Jack ran over. They must have arrived when she had her face in the water, doing her laps.
Trace picked up the downed chair while Jack seemed to be consoling the woman. Wow. That wouldn’t have happened a few years ago.
Not wanting to be noticed, she ducked under the water and held her breath, trying to sort out her conflicting thoughts. When she emerged, the woman was seated and apparently mollified. That was nice of them to come to her rescue.
High heels clacked toward them. “Trace and Jack. Yoo-hoo.” Some early-twenties redhead who possessed big boobs, a small waist, and legs longer than hers came out of the side door and waved to them. The men met her halfway. She had to be five-ten, even though Trace and Jack towered over her.
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