by Beverly Rae
Kiss me.
Instead, he shifted slightly to brush his cheek against hers as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Your first subject is over there by the bench. Open your eyes and take a look.”
What? Why didn’t he kiss her? What could have kept him from doing what men always wanted to do? She flattened her fingers to her lips to confirm they weren’t plumped and wet from his kiss. Her mind screamed at the rejection, confusion mixing with irritation at the unprecedented denial.
Meg pulled herself together, ridding her mind of everything except the conviction to stand tall and keep her dignity. Somehow she managed to open her eyes and follow Chance’s glance.
She had to hand it to Chance. He knew how to choose men. The man was gorgeous. And yet, Meg couldn’t feel anything other than an unemotional appreciation of his looks. He was a flat image, a soulless body, a man stretching before a run and nothing more. His long limbs were toned and tanned, his arms solid and welcoming. The angles of his stubble-covered face virile, his demeanor commanding.
A few days ago she would’ve found the man exciting and sexy, so why didn’t he appeal to her now? She frowned. Was she not interested because of her thoughts about Chance? She compared the two men, both handsome, both unique in their own way. Yet where Chance emitted a sexual allure, a daring charm, the other man was simply a pretty face and a good body, like a model on a billboard.
“Him?” Why she asked, she didn’t know. Was she hoping he’d say no?
“Of course.” Chance studied her as though he sensed her lack of enthusiasm. “He’s very good-looking, right? Well built? And judging from his appearance, he’s a man of discrimination.”
Like he’s too discriminating to have sex with me? She shot him a pointed look at the back-handed jab, but decided not to take his bait. “Yeah. Sure.” The man was handsome, but he wasn’t Chance.
“Well, then, okay. I choose him as your first—and maybe your last—conquest.”
Meg chuckled, patted Chance roughly on the cheek and scoffed. “Don’t count your victory just yet, Doc.” She scanned the area, seeking a safe place. “Sheesh, at least you could’ve chosen someone indoors.”
“You’re not trying to back out, are you? Besides, you probably live close by, right? Why not invite him back to your place? Just be careful to leave the door open so I can get inside.”
“Don’t worry. By the time I get him back to my place, he won’t mind if the whole world wants to watch.” She tugged her shirt down and moistened her lips, earning an admiring look from Chance. “Watch and learn, Doc.”
Meg strolled over to the tall runner, letting her hips take on an action all their own. She was a few feet from him when his head jerked up and he stared straight at her. His features brightened, and he paused in his routine to watch her approach. A hungry gleam sparked in his eyes.
“Hi. Can I ask you a question?” Meg gave him her brightest smile and eased closer to him.
His appreciative gaze slid down the length of her, then back up. “Sure, sugar. You can ask me anything you like.”
Oh, boy. A Southern accent and Romeo ways. This guy’s going to be easy. Meg placed her foot on the bench and ran her hands along her calf. “I think I may have strained a muscle. Do you think you could help me?” She paused, giving her next words more weight. “Would you help me back to my apartment?”
The man physically swayed on his feet. “You want me to take you home?”
She widened her eyes and her smile, giving him both the innocent along with the vixen. “Yes. And then into bed. I need a booty call. A one-time thing with no strings. Just a little dirty fun. Are you up for it?”
The man almost drooled. “Sugar, it would be my pleasure.”
True. So true. Meg slinked her hand over his shoulder and leaned her body next to his, letting him support her weight. “Let’s go.”
Chance followed Meg and her soon-to-be conquest back to her apartment. She hadn’t had to work at seducing the guy. Granted, what man could resist helping a beautiful woman home? But he’d hoped the fact that she was a stranger would’ve given the man pause. He’d need to give his selections more thought and research if he planned on winning the challenge.
Her apartment was small, clean and neat. A loveseat dominated the middle of the room, skirted by one bookshelf and a large flat-screen television. Off to the right, Chance could see a kitchen with a two-seat table nestled next to a floor-to-ceiling window. The place shouted “cozy”, which didn’t fit with the wild, impetuous woman. Somehow he’d pictured more of a single girl’s home scattered with discarded clothes and women’s magazines.
Murmured voices drew him to the left and down a short hallway with a tiny bathroom to one side and two more doors, one on each side. Wary of how the other man might react, Chance peeked around the corner to find Meg tugging the shirt off the runner.
“Don’t be shy, Chance. Come on in and take a seat. This is Bill. Bill, Chance is going to watch.”
“Uh, just to be sure. Are you sure Bill doesn’t mind?” Granted, he was there to observe, but he hadn’t planned on being so out in the open with it. What if Bill didn’t like the idea?
“You don’t mind, do you, Bill?” The still fully clothed Meg pushed the man down on her bed.
“Mind?” Bill glanced at Chance, his indecision playing across his face. “I don’t know. That’s a little weird. Maybe—”
Meg placed her fingers to his lips. “Shh. It’ll make everything even sexier. Don’t worry about it.” She pouted, drawing Bill’s attention to her lips. “You want me, don’t you, Bill?”
“Hell, yeah.” He reached for her, pulling her on top of him. She lifted her hair off her shoulders, then let it fall as she slid her palms down her chest and over her breasts. “I get off on someone watching. Let him watch and this will be the best sex you’ll ever have.”
Bill took her in, lust radiating off him, then shifted his gaze from her to Chance and back again. “Okay. If that’s what you want.”
“Good. You won’t be disappointed.” Her attention slid to his erect shaft pressing against the front of his running shorts.
The man struggled to yank off his shorts but didn’t seem to notice as Chance walked into the room. He sat on the edge of the oversized chair, ready to get out if Bill changed his mind.
The coziness of the home continued with a flowered comforter and various pillows decorating a king-sized bed. Photographs of Meg’s sisters sat on matching nightstands and a teddy bear rested against the bay window adorned with bright yellow curtains.
“Chance?”
He jerked, surprised that he’d gotten lost in thought. “Yeah?”
“Turn on the MP3 player next to you, okay? The one in the docking station?”
Chance did as she ordered and pounding music filled the air. Meg swayed with the music and fingered the lace at the neck of her tank top. Soon her swaying grew more exaggerated, turning into a stripper-style gyration. The hem of the tight running shorts rose and fell over her firm bottom, giving him quick glimpses of the roundness of her cheeks. Chance ached to run his teeth over the tender flesh. Her movements were intoxicating visual gestures that had his palms itching to reach for her.
Maybe if he gave in and let her win the bet, she’d take him to her bed instead of Bill. Chance’s imagination conjured an image of Meg on top of him, her perky breasts bouncing to his thrusts. The music floated around him, punctuating his rising desire with each boom of the bass.
She turned to him, putting her back to Bill, and their eyes met. Chance’s mouth suddenly went dry as she took the bottom of her tank top and slowly worked the material upward. He could hardly wait for her to slide the material over the swell of her breasts. She did so, lifting one side then the other only to drop them back in an agonizing game of peek-a-boo.
Turning around in a seductive way that made Chance’s growing erection stretch the limits of his running shorts, Meg danced closer to him. Bill groaned, his hand on his shaft, and longed to fond
le her bottom. Chance gripped the arms of the chair to keep from grabbing her and pulling her to him, but she had other ideas, and with one whirl, she spun away from him and danced toward Bill. The eager man released his cock and started to sit up, eager to pull her into bed.
“Uh-uh-uh, Bill. You get up and I stop everything.”
Chance gritted his teeth, holding back the urge to shout at Bill to stay where he was. She couldn’t stop now.
“Just enjoy the show, Bill. I’ll get around to the other stuff soon enough.” Meg skimmed the tank over her head, exposing the tight sports bra. She twirled around, her arms in the air, her nipples hardened under the simple cotton. Her hair streamed over her shoulders like a red waterfall trying to rush to the peaks below. Her eyes glistened with confidence in her mastery over men, and Chance ached to change her confidence into a plea for his cock.
“God, woman, you have a great ass.”
Lowering the straps of her bra, Meg slowly, deliberately turned toward Chance. “Do you think so?” She wiggled the straps lower, then crossed her arms to tug the bra over her head and toss it to the floor.
Bill groaned, took his shaft in his hand and started pumping it. “Holy shit. I don’t think I can stand much more.”
Meg pouted, her blue eyes darkening with forbidden pleasures, then pivoted back to Bill. “I hope you can stand more than that.”
Bill worked his shaft faster. If he wasn’t careful, he’d end up drooling. Not that Chance would blame him if he did.
Chance couldn’t stand much more either and he sure wasn’t going to miss seeing every little move. Standing, he pushed the chair toward the door, thus giving him a side view of Meg and her delicious body.
“I’m not finished taking my clothes off.” Meg pushed her arms together so her breasts plumped up. Crossing her arms again, she stroked her pebbled nipples and swayed her hips back and forth. “Ooh, Bill, I can almost feel you inside me.”
Bill groaned louder and reached out with his free hand. “Then come on and let me fuck you.”
Thumbing the waistband of her shorts, Meg shimmied them down a few inches, then paused as if trying to decide whether to drop them. She rotated her hips, proving she could gyrate with the best of the exotic dancers and again placed her back to Bill.
“God, sugar, if your backside was any better, they’d have to put it in a museum for everyone to see.”
“Why, thank you, Bill.” She glanced at Chance with eyes that were soft and dewy, and a dreamy lust-filled expression spread over her face. Then, with a wicked giggle, she bent over and shoved her shorts to the floor, exposing her rounded butt. The red thong she wore strained with her movement.
“Holy shit!” Bill’s attention to his shaft increased and his eyes widened, trying to take in every inch of Meg’s rosy bottom.
Chance inhaled and swore he caught the aroma of womanly come. He swallowed and gripped the arms of the chair even harder. Vaguely, he wondered if he might damage the chair, tearing material away as he fought to keep sane.
Meg tossed her hair forward to fall over her face, then tilted her head to smile at Chance. She dropped to her knees, throwing her hair back, and fondled her breasts while continuing her seductive dance. Moving with the rhythm of the music, she shimmied the thong past the swell of her cheeks until it rested around her knees. She slapped her buttocks twice, emitting a small mew with each slap. Placing her hands on the floor in front of her, she slowly raised her buttocks into the air and wiggled her bottom.
“Damn, Meg. Do the man or do me.” Perspiration dotted Chance’s brow. “Do someone before I pass out.”
Cupping her breasts again, she shot him a sultry look, then walked over to stand in front of Chance. Inches from his face, her breasts tempted him, and he finally gave in to temptation and lifted his hands to touch them. Whirling around, Meg left him, his hands still in the air reaching for her, and swayed over to Bill.
“Oh man,” Chance whispered. If only he’d been quicker…
With one last look at Chance, Meg climbed on top of the bed and pushed Bill onto his back. Standing, she stepped over Bill’s shoulders and placed her feet on either side of his head. Her hair billowed around her shoulders, full and wild, as she looked at Bill, then Chance, and licked her lips. “Eat me.”
Whether he groaned or Bill did, Chance wasn’t sure. Probably both of them had. The only thing he knew was that he would’ve given anything to trade places with the man on the bed.
Taking hold of the headboard, Meg let Bill pull her downward as he lifted up to taste her nectar. Her eyes closed briefly and her mouth opened in a silent gasp. Arching her back, she rocked back and forth to match Bill’s hungry licks and sucks. She clutched a breast and pinched her nipple, and moaned as Bill clutched her butt cheek.
Chance shifted in the chair, ran his hand over his erect cock and tried to devour her every move. Meg was a goddess, a temptress to match the sirens of mythology. His lips parted, mimicking hers, and he imagined his tongue meeting hers in sexual play. He studied Bill, wanting to feel everything the man felt, taste every drop he tasted. Silently he urged him to open his eyes so he could see vicariously through them past the tiny patch of curly red hair to the golden melons of her breasts.
Meg cried out, gripped the headboard harder, then shuddered. She moaned, tiny spasms of smaller orgasms racking her body. Bill drank her climax, holding her legs until Chance could see Bill’s fingers digging into her skin. Once the final release had passed, a shaky Meg pulled away from him and slid to his side. She feathered kisses along his shoulder, then paused to stare at Chance. She took in the bulge in his crotch, and a soft, knowing smile played on her lips.
Chance is about to come. Meg forced her attention away from Chance and back to Bill. If the truth were told, she’d trade Bill for Chance in a flash. But at least he got to enjoy the show and maybe, just maybe, he’d forget about their bet and have her instead.
Bill’s hands ran over her breasts, and he nuzzled her neck, murmuring words she couldn’t really understand. But it didn’t matter. She was in control and would stay that way. Pushing him back, she slid down the side of him, running her tongue along his hot skin.
Her hands found his shaft and the large balls beneath it as she moved to the side of his leg. He took her hair, pulling it out of the way, and she blew a hot breath across his cock. His shaft twitched in anticipation.
“Tit for tat, Bill. Just let me know when to stop. This is only the beginning.”
“I don’t know that I’ll last, but hell yes, do me.”
Meg glanced at Chance who had hardly blinked since she’d taken position next to Bill. Using the tip of her tongue, she touched Bill’s mushroomed cap, then trailed it around the circumference. He stiffened, then let out a long sigh. Meg closed her eyes and imagined holding Chance’s shaft instead of Bill’s. Breathing in the scent of male cock mixed with sweat, Meg sucked him inside, taking her time to draw him in inch by slow inch.
Chance—Bill—clutched her hair and thrust his pelvis upward, coaxing her to take him deeper. She gagged a little but managed to ease him back out. Tracing her tongue in circles around his shaft from the base of his cock to the tip, she blew a breath over him, adding an extra spark to the sensation. She leaned harder against his leg to rub her breasts against his skin and cupped his balls, gently fondling them. He said something she couldn’t understand, and she ignored it, her attention focused on catching him before he spilled. She trailed her tongue along his cock, kissing and nibbling at the tender skin. He groaned, his body stiffening as his climax grew nearer.
She glanced at Chance. He sat back in the chair now, his attention glued to her. Even when she smiled at him, he didn’t react. It was almost as though he couldn’t move or he would lose control. She pumped Bill with her hand, feathering kisses along the vein-covered length until he tightened and she sensed the end was near. Reaching into the nightstand, she unpackaged a condom, then slipped it onto him.
Meg straddled Bill and slid his shaft
into her. She flattened her hands against his chest and rocked against him. His glassy eyes met hers, and she closed her eyes again, preferring to think of Chance. Using her arms to press her breasts together, she pushed them toward Bill. He lifted up to suck first one then the other nipple into his mouth, nibbling on them to send pleasurable stabs of pain into her breasts. Bill cupped her butt cheeks and thrust into her again and again, bucking her like she was a bronc rider going for the eight-second ride. Her breasts bounced freely, and she could feel the heat of Bill’s gaze upon her skin.
Harder she rode him, not because it gave her greater pleasure, but because she wanted the sex to end. She sensed something wasn’t right, that her usual love of sexual fun was off, but she couldn’t understand why. No matter how good the sex was, her heart wasn’t in it.
Until she imagined Chance watching her. Having him see her in all her glory shot a fresh wave of desire through her that had nothing to do with the man underneath her. Chance watching her was more important, sexier than anything Bill could ever do. If she could have, she would’ve asked Chance to join them. But that wasn’t the wager. Besides, tantalizing Chance, making him sweat for her, was too much fun.
Bill froze for a moment, then renewed his movements, going faster, deeper toward a conclusion she knew was near. The whirlwind inside her grew, speeding through her body to push emotions out of the way. She cleared her mind and focused on simply feeling, simply doing.
At last Bill shouted his climax and she cried out a moment later. Her shudders rushed into Bill’s until she could stay upright no longer. She slumped to Bill’s side, panting, her eyes still closed. Only the sounds of their labored breathing filled the room. Taking a deep breath to ready herself for Chance’s reaction, she opened her eyes and sought his.
Chance stood by the door, a mixture of desire and another emotion she couldn’t decipher closing his features. His hands were fisted at his sides as though trying to keep under control. Alarm struck her, rocking her confidence. Their gazes locked and, in that brief moment, Meg was afraid of what he might say.
