The Pleasure Collection, Swingers Series Boxed Set: #1 House of Pleasure, #2 The Pleasure Party and #3 Possession of Pleasure

by Six, Nicola

  He swiftly pulled her other leg up and around him so that he was holding her off the ground and he turned and walked with her to the bed and tossed her onto it. She fell back into the pillows, trembling with excitement. He stared at her as he dropped his pants to the floor. His body was perfect. She hungrily took it all in again, his thick torso, the muscles in his well-built arms flexing as he pushed his black boxer briefs down over his perfect hips, revealing a dark trail of pubic hair leading to oh god, there it was, his huge, hard cock. He ran his hand up his shaft and half smiled at her as he kicked the boxers off his heel. "Is this what you want?"

  She nodded, biting her lip. "Yes," she breathed.

  He knelt on the bed and slid closer to her, leaning to kiss her again. Sparks were flying in front of her eyes, her need was so intense. Her clit throbbed. He raised his head. "You're going to have to wait."

  Jack's tongue trailed down her neck to the swell of her breasts. He looked down at them. "You are so beautiful," he said, quietly, stroking her collar bone and running his hands back up to her hair. Then suddenly he placed them flat on either side of her and took one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking and flicking her nipple with his tongue more forcefully than before. She was caught off guard, having sank under his hypnotic spell, and pleasure zinged through her as he moved to the other breast to give it the same attention. His hands began to roam, everywhere, and he groaned with his own pleasure when his fingers sank deep into her hot pussy and felt how wet she was. "Oh god, Nicola," he groaned. "What are you doing to me?"

  She reached her hand down and felt his shaft. It was even harder than before, and bigger, and it moved in her hand as he thrust his hips. She stroked up and down until he moaned and slid out of her reach and down until his head was inches from her throbbing pussy. He pushed her thighs apart, running his fingers down the inner flesh until they touched her pubic hair and pulled her lips apart and she gasped as he touched his tongue to her, running it along her petals lightly, tickling her and sending delicate waves of pleasure through her. She gasped and dug her hands into his thick hair as he began circling her clit with his tongue, slowly, and then with more pressure that made her cry out, sending him into a frenzy of desire, moaning as he flicked and sucked her clit, and ran his tongue everywhere, in slick patterns until the hot pleasure began to build and build, pushing and burning and then he slipped a finger inside of her and found that spot on her inner walls and pushed his finger against it, moving his finger in and out until she exploded into shuddering climax and heard herself cry out again and again.

  Finally he moved up her body again and lay on his back, breathing heavily. She turned to look at him. Surely he wasn't done.

  "What can I do for you?" She asked, still breathless.

  Jack looked over at her. His eyelids lowered. He didn't smile. "I want you to have your way with me, and then I'm going to take over."

  Nicola pushed herself upright, and looked over at his cock, still hard and waiting to be handled. She reached out and ran her fingers along the shaft. He stretched both of his long, muscled legs out and reached out one arm to pull her over to him. She positioned herself above him, with her knees on either side of his hips, and stared down at his gorgeous body. She couldn't believe her luck, having this to play with. His taught stomach rose and fell with his quickening breath as she slid down further and laced her fingers around his shaft. She moved her hands up and down a few times, and then on an upswing she placed the pads of her thumbs on the sensitive underside, just under the head, and massaged into the sweet spot, moving her thumbs in opposite directions. Jack sighed audibly, and began to writhe and moan with pleasure. She stopped before it seemed he was going to go over the edge, because she still wanted to taste him.

  Sliding down even further, she allowed her long hair to trail over his torso as she positioned herself to take him in her mouth. He groaned as she ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, tickling in circles where her thumbs had been before closing over the head and sucking, her tongue twirling in circles there as Jack groaned her name in a low growl, "Nicola, oh god, Nicola..." He grabbed her hair in his hands and tried to move her head up and down on his shaft but she resisted, and went slower, taunting his manhood with her tongue and playing with the intensity and speed until he thrashed beneath her and finally sat up, forcing her off of him.

  "I can't take it anymore," he said, his voice low and breathy. "I need you. I need to be inside of you, now." Jack rolled over, giving her a view of his gorgeous ass, and opened the drawer of a night table. He smoothly retrieved a condom, tore open the package and slid it on before turning his attention back to Nicola. "Get on top. I want you to ride me."

  Nicola felt a surge inside of her. She wanted that too, to ride that huge, beautiful cock. She ran her hands over his chest hungrily and then pushed him back onto the bed. His lips were parted and he licked them slowly as she straddled him again, stroking his cock and moving her knees forward until she was able to push the head of his cock into her pussy. She paused, watching his face, his expression so filled with desire and his hands on her hips, trying to pull her down onto him. Finally she slid down, feeling him fill her with his huge manhood, and she gasped at the sensation as he slid against her clit the whole way until he was deep inside of her. She arched her back and moved her hips to ride him, feeling his hips thrusting himself deeper inside of her. Feeling the slow burn of pleasure beginning to build again, she bounced faster, up and down his thick shaft, feeling him hit every nerve, in and out. Suddenly he pushed her off of him onto her back, and flipped over and slid back inside of her, thrusting in and out, and he leaned to kiss her as he did so. The intensity of pleasure, as she wrapped her legs around his hips to pull him deeper, and the intimacy of his kiss were too much and she moaned in his mouth and felt her body give in to a long, shuddering orgasm. Her spasms around his cock sent him over the edge and he bucked up into her and exploded, hips grinding against her and she took him in fully and his arms gripped her, pulling her close as he came.

  They lay together silently for several minutes, her face buried in his neck, smelling his skin. His arms remained wrapped tightly around her body. Eventually she felt him reach to kiss the top of her head.

  Then he released her.

  Jack lay beside her, no longer touching her skin anywhere. She hardly dared to breathe, or steal a glance at him. Finally he rolled over and up, planting his feet on the floor. He reached his arms up to stretch, as if he had just woken up, and then strode away to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

  Confusion flooded her. What was she getting into? What was he thinking, how do these encounters end? And will there be just one, and then he's on to someone new? She supposed so, and that realization completely deflated her. She sighed and stood on weak legs. She hurried around the side of the bed and found her lingerie and yanked it on. She stepped into her dress, still in a pile on the floor, pulling it up and on and struggling to zip up the back herself. She slipped her feet into her shoes and stared over at the bathroom door, which was opening. Jack stood in the door frame and folded his arms.

  "I think you'll find what you need in here to freshen up," he said. "If you'd like your purse I can go find it for you."

  "That would be nice, thanks," Nicola whispered. He nodded, still unsmiling, and walked to the chair where he had thrown his clothes. He quickly and nimbly dressed, making Nicola see how much practice he must have, quickly removing a tuxedo and getting it back on. His hair was shining and perfectly in place again. He smelled of soap and fresh cologne. He had removed all evidence of their encounter. Nicola walked past him to the bathroom.

  As she combed out her hair and washed up, Nicola couldn't help but wonder if this was the master bedroom of the house, and how Perry was going to react - if she would react - to finding strands of long red hair in the comb she was using. Or would Jack send someone in to clean up after them, the way the security guards at the club would? She realized she was playing the game but was stil
l unaware of many of the rules. Maybe they were written down somewhere? In a brochure? Welcome to Jack and Perry's Pleasure Party. Please take a moment to read the rules, detailed inside this pamphlet. This thought finally made her relax and smile a little, until she heard a knock on the bathroom door that made her heart race again. She opened the door a crack, half expecting a furious Perry to be on the other side. Of course she wasn't.

  Jack pressed her clutch into her hand. "Here's your lipstick and whatnot." He winked. "See you downstairs. A glass of wine will taste good, right now. The others are already down there."

  Nicola watched him go and then swept the red lipstick across her lips, painting over where Jack's lips had been.

  The others. Oh, hell.

  Nicola drifted down the hall toward the stairs. She paused at a mirror hanging on the wall, surrounded by framed photos of Jack and Perry. Individual glamour shots, and more casual vacation pictures. They looked amazing together, and apart. Nicola took a step back, her eyes darting from one picture to another. She was filled with guilt and longing.

  Her heels sank into the thick carpet, slowing her steps toward the staircase. She would have been dragging her feet to get there anyway. She didn't want to face what was down below. At the top of the stairs she glanced down at the great room, at the glittery guests. As she descended, she noticed that the crowd had thinned. Some of the remaining guests were talking loudly about going for a swim.

  Nicola reached the first floor and headed around to the back, to the bar, putting a brave, smiling expression on like a mask.

  "There she is," Greg called out, raising his wine glass. And there they were. Jack, standing slightly behind Perry, who looked just as glamorous and groomed as if she hadn't just been the star of an orgy upstairs. Greg's tux looked slightly rumpled, but otherwise he looked the same as when they had arrived. Everything was the same. But Nicola didn't feel the same, and was sure it showed.

  With his hand still at his wife's back, Jack handed her a wine glass filled with cold white wine, and she sipped. He was right, the wine tasted just right after...

  Greg moved closer to her and kissed her lightly on the cheek, slipping his arm around her and squeezing reassuringly. She felt instant relief and leaned into him. But she couldn't help but glance up at Jack, as Perry chatted animatedly with the group about late night swims and how the late night guests always wanted to go take a dip after midnight.

  "We have plenty of bathing suits and towels, if you guys want to go swim," she chirped. "Or, you don't have to wear a suit, of course."

  "No, I don't think we'll be that late night," Greg said. "But thanks for the offer."

  Nicola looked up at her husband. He seemed relaxed. Too relaxed. She glanced at Jack again and their eyes met, as Perry turned away to talk to another guest who arrived looking for a drink at the bar.

  Jack half smiled, for the first time since he left her in the bathroom. She returned the smile, and suddenly felt another pair of eyes on them. She looked at Perry, and realized that she was watching them as she chatted with her guest. Greg was looking out at the people in the other room. Perry's eyes showed no emotion, but they were alert, missing nothing. Jack continued to gaze at her for a moment longer, either not knowing or not caring that Perry was watching their silent communication.

  "Well, this has been a great night," Greg suddenly said. His voice shattered the moment like delicate glass.

  Nicola stood frozen, afraid to move for fear of cutting herself on the shards around her. But she needed to get out of there, immediately. "Honey, I need some air," she murmured to Greg, and she stepped carefully out of the bar area and slipped out a side door onto a wide, stone terrace. The night had turned very cold, and she shivered without her coat and hugged her bare arms.

  The door behind her opened and Greg approached her side. "Are you almost ready to go home? Jack says the limo is ready when we are."

  He wants us to go? No, he's just being chivalrous. A good host. We can go, or stay. It won't matter.

  "Hey, are you okay?" Greg put his arms around her from behind and squeezed. "Come on, you're freezing. Let's go get our things and say goodbye."

  Nicola didn't move. "Greg...What went on tonight...Was that what you were expecting? I..."

  "Better than what I was expecting," Greg said, quickly. "Was it what you were expecting? Are you okay? You know I love you, and you love me, so we're okay."

  Did he even know what she had done with Jack? It wasn't with anyone else, just Nicola and Jack, in a room, alone together. He couldn't know. Or did he? Perry seemed to know. Surely Greg had to know.

  "I don't know if it was what I expected, or what I wanted, or what...I just..."

  "Did you have a good time tonight?" He cut in again.

  "I had a good time tonight. Yes."

  "Great. Me too."

  Nicola could hear the wind whistling through the gaping holes in their conversation. She looked out at the vast, dark landscape before them. "I'm not sure if we're ready to follow all the rules of this game," she said, softly.

  "Sure we are. As long as we remember that it is just a game," Greg said. He gave Nicola one more squeeze and released her. "Come on, let's get our things and go. I'm starving. Let's ask the limo driver to stop at Panda Garden on the way back. I don't think they close until two a.m."

  He led her back inside. A few more guests had joined Jack and Perry in the bar, and Greg caught their attention to say goodbye. They waved to Nicola and Jack started to get up from his seat but Greg insisted he not get up, so Nicola waved from the steps, and he lifted his chin to her as Greg gave Perry a quick peck on the cheek before hustling over to Nicola. The doorman appeared with their coats and led them to the courtyard where the driver was waiting.

  As they climbed inside the warm limo and sank into the buttery leather seats, they each gazed out their windows, lost in their own thoughts.

  Possession of Pleasure

  Part Three of the Swingers Series

  By Nicola Six

  Cover design by Melody Simmons of eBookindiecovers

  Copyright © 2014 Nicola Six

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  The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Nicola lay back on the crisp white sheets, her mask tight against her face and not shifting as she turned her head to the side to smell the fresh linen. Her gaze traveled the length of her outstretched arm, milky white like the sheets, to her wrist, which was bound to the bedpost with black silk. She turned her head to the other side and saw that her other wrist was similarly tethered. Her long red hair tumbled over her shoulders, almost covering her bare breasts, and as she moved her head again to look up, she saw the figure of a man, also wearing a mask, his thick, nearly black hair visible above it, the blue-green eyes showing through the holes.

  "Nicola..." His voice was low and beguiling. He knelt on the bed beside her, his hands pushing her hair aside. She bit her lip, longing for his hands to return to her breasts and caress her. Instead he trailed a finger down her cheek and over her lips. "You're so beautiful," he murmured. He climbed off the bed and stood before her. She watched him slowly unbutton his black dress shirt until it hung open and she could partially see his broad chest and tight stomach. She longed to be free of the bonds so she could sit up and push the shirt off of his muscular shoulders, run her hands over his rock solid arms and down his waist. As if reading her thoughts, he shrugged off the shirt and let it fall to the floor. Nicola sucked in a breath. She wanted that on top of her.

  He moved closer to the bed and grasped her ankles, pulling her legs apart so he could kneel between them. He gazed down at her body hungrily, and ran a hand up her leg and along her inner thigh, sending wave
s of desire through her increasingly wet...

  "Nic!"

  Nicola jerked upright, the stack of spreadsheets in her hand falling to the floor at her feet and scattering. "What?" She yelped, staring up at Audrey like a deer in the headlights.

  Audrey snapped her perfectly manicured fingers in Nicola's face. "Where were you just now? You didn't even hear me open the door and come into your office!"

  Nicola glanced around her at the papers on the floor. "I don't know," she confessed, glumly, not bothering to retrieve them. "I'm having growing pains, I think."

  Audrey ran her hands through her shiny dark bob. "Growing pains? You're thirty-one. This is not exactly mid-life crisis time. Besides," she raised a dark eyebrow and smiled mischievously. "For women, the dirty thirties are the best, sexually. Haven't you noticed?"

  That's the problem, Nicola thought. Still, she couldn't help but smile at this thought.

  Audrey flopped into one of the chairs in front of Nicola's desk. "Seriously, you must have been daydreaming about something nice. The look on your face..."

  "Okay, Okay. Enough of that." Nicola felt herself grow red in the face. "Where are we eating lunch?"

  The phone rang before Audrey could reply. Nicola glanced over at the caller ID. "I'll catch up with you in a bit. It's Greg."