by Karen Kelley
No you’re not.
Yes I am, she told the voice inside her head, but she knew she felt anything but terrified. Dillon made her feel vibrant and alive.
Excited trembles ran up and down her body, much like the blue scanner right before the door swung open. Not wearing much didn’t concern her at this point. She wanted to see what
Dillon was going to show her. Her curiosity wasn’t the only thing aroused. But she couldn’t see a damn thing. Only shadows.
“What’s happening?” she finally gave in and asked. She knew
Dillon wanted her to make the first move.
He stepped behind her and squeezed her breasts as he pulled her closer. That was nice. Her eyelids drooped as she leaned against him. She enjoyed being snuggled against his chest; knowing he was ready for sex added to her pleasure.
Were they in the middle of another orgy room? She didn’t hear anyone else, but the thought of being surrounded by naked bodies in the throes of passion turned her on. When Dillon waved his arm, she was a little disappointed to see they were the only ones in the room.
As her eyes adjusted, Raine saw they stood behind a picture window, so it was almost as though they were looking into the neighbors’ living room. The room was stylishly decorated with a beige sofa and two dark brown chairs. There was a brown fur rug on the hardwood floor. Two end tables and a glass coffee table.
Artwork on the wall. Nothing fancy. Modern but generic. This was what he wanted to show her? “No one is home,” she said.
“Wait.”
A door opened and two men and a woman entered. They were dressed well, like they were just getting home from a party.
The woman wore a white silk top tucked into a black-and- white polka-dot skirt that came to just above her knees, and black heels.
Both men wore dark gray slacks. One wore a pale yellow shirt and the other a red one. They all looked happy and relaxed as they came inside.
One of the men went to a cart in the corner of the room and mixed drinks while the couple made themselves comfortable on the sofa. Raine couldn’t help wondering what would happen next, if they would have their drinks, say good night, and go to bed.
The man brought three drinks over and gave one to the woman and the other to the second man before making himself comfortable on the other side of the woman. The woman said something Raine couldn’t hear, but the men both laughed.
“Is this legal? Watching them, I mean,” she asked, but couldn’t drag her eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of her. She knew something was going to happen between them.
Why else would Dillon bring her here?
“They know someone is watching. That’s why they chose this room. It heightens their experience.”
She swallowed. What experience? Her mouth grew dry and she found it hard to swallow. Dillon’s fingers trailing over her breasts and abdomen were only making her imagination more vivid.
The man in the red shirt casually placed his hand on the woman’s knee. Raine couldn’t drag her gaze away when he began to run his fingers back and forth across her knee. The man said something, but Raine couldn’t hear his words.
Again, Dillon waved his arm.
“That feels nice, Scott,” the woman said.
Raine stepped back, except Dillon’s body directly behind her made it impossible to go far.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “We can hear them, but they can’t hear us.”
She nodded, taking his word for it, but knowing something about this had to be wrong. Still, she couldn’t force herself to look away.
The other man finished his drink and set his glass on the coffee table in front of him. He shifted his position, then placed his hand on the woman’s other knee.
Raine’s thighs clenched. She could almost feel the men touching the woman. She wanted them to move their hands higher.
“Intense, isn’t it?” Dillon asked.
“Yes.” Her voice cracked and she couldn’t say more.
The woman smiled, then finished her drink, fanning herself as though the alcohol had made her overly warm. “It’s getting a little hot.”
The other man set his glass down, then took hers. He laughed and picked up a magazine, waving it in front of her. “Maybe you have on too many clothes, Kara.”
“You’re such a bad boy, Nick.” She wagged her finger at both men, but began to unbutton her blouse. When she had the buttons undone she pushed open the sides of her shirt. The lacy pale pink bra cupped her breasts and pushed them up, but didn’t cover her rosy nipples. They were bared for both men to enjoy.
Raine’s body grew warm. She knew it was wrong to watch but she couldn’t stop. The scene playing out in front of her was so damned erotic, like she watched a live porn movie. Dillon didn’t make matters any better by lightly tracing his finger around her nipple, then moving to her other breast and repeating the movement. Her nipples already ached to the point that they were painful.
“That’s better,” Scott said.
“I dreamed about looking at your tits the whole time we were at the party,” Nick told her. “That, and touching your pussy.”
Raine drew in a sharp breath when Nick reached beneath
Kara’s skirt. The woman gasped, then wiggled farther down on the sofa so Nick could have better access. Her hips began to raise and lower.
Raine found herself moving her own hips to the same rhythm.
She moaned. Dillon slid his hand over her abdomen and beneath her panties. When he touched her, she cried out, then quickly stifled the sound.
“It doesn’t matter. Remember, they can’t hear you. Do you like watching them?”
“Yes.” Did that make her sick and perverted? She’d never watched anyone having sex.
“Then keep watching.” Dillon’s breath fanned her cheek,
causing ripples of pleasure to tingle over her body. He didn’t have to tell her. She couldn’t look anywhere else.
“I want to see you touching her,” Scott said, then pushed the
woman’s skirt up so that her sheer white panties showed. Nick’s
hand was inside and he was moving it back and forth. “Fucking
sweet,” he breathed. “But let’s take them off.”
Scott tugged on her panties. Nick hooked his finger in the
waistband and began to help. Kara’s panties slid down her thighs,
over her knees, and dropped to the rug. They each took one of her legs and draped it across their own.
Kara glanced down, then covered her mouth as though she might be shocked. “Oh my, what are you two going to do now that I’m so exposed?”
“We’ll think of something.” Nick laughed.
The men began to rub their fingers over her clit. Scott took an ice cube from his glass and ran it over her nipples while Nick rubbed an ice cube between her legs. The woman arched her back.
“Oh yes, that feels so fucking good.”
Dillon slid his fingers down lower. “You’re damp.”
Raine’s nerves were raw. She was almost to her breaking point. “I want you,” she gasped.
“Not yet. Soon,” he whispered, then dipped his tongue inside her ear. “Watch.”
Raine nibbled her bottom lip, barely able to stand the exquisite pleasure he created inside her. But she watched, just as he asked. She didn’t think.
Nick eased the woman’s leg from across his thighs and stood.
While Scott caressed her, Nick began to remove his clothes. The couple on the sofa watched him strip. Nick’s shirt fell to the floor.
He took his time sliding his zipper down.
Raine held her breath. Waiting. Just like Kara and Scott.
Nick’s pants slid to the floor. He hooked one finger in the waistband of his gray boxers, then paused. The woman reached toward him, silently pleading. He didn’t keep her waiting. He lowered his boxers far enough that he exposed the red, glistening tip of his penis.
“I want to touch you.” Kara’s words were husky wi
th need.
Raine held her breath, afraid the sound of her breathing might cause her to miss hearing something. The man pushed his boxers lower. Raine stared.
“Beautiful.” Scott openly stared.
Nick reached out and took Kara’s hand, closing it around the
tip of his penis. Then he took Scott’s hand and pulled it against the shaft. “Yes,” he breathed as he rocked against their hands.
Raine had never seen men touch each other, but it was beautiful, it was sexy. Scott fondled Nick as though he admired something that had been created so perfectly that he couldn’t help but caress it.
Nick moved to the sofa. He stroked the other man’s face, then kissed the woman. Scott stood and began to remove his clothes.
When his pants slid to the floor, Kara sat forward and licked up the length of his erection before taking him into her mouth.
Scott groaned and closed his eyes, hips rocking forward. Nick pulled Kara’s shirt down her arms and tossed it away from them before unhooking her bra. He leaned his head against her back, placing tiny kisses on her pale skin as he took her breasts in his hands and massaged.
“Fuck her, Nick,” Scott said. “I want to see your dick sliding in and out of her.”
“Yes, fuck me,” Kara moaned.
Nick didn’t need any more encouragement. He unhooked her skirt and tugged the zipper down. Kara stopped sucking Scott’s dick long enough to stand and wiggle out of her skirt. All three were naked. Nick sat back on the sofa, patting his thighs. Kara backed up to him, straddling his legs as she lowered her body onto him. His dick slid inside her wetness.
“Oh yeah, right there. Damn, that feels fucking great. Your pussy is so tight,” Nick said.
Scott moved so that Kara could take him in her mouth again.
As she began to suck Scott’s dick, Nick slid his hand down to Scott’s balls and began to fondle him. Kara rocked her body back and forth.
Dillon slid his fingers up Raine’s clit, then pressed them against her pussy. She couldn’t think straight. Her thoughts were jumbled as she watched the threesome, her body on fire. Nick fucking Kara, Kara sucking Scott’s dick.
Raine grasped Dillon’s thighs, pulling him closer, tighter
against her. His erection pressed against her. She ached to feel him buried deep inside.
Nick pulled out of Kara. She moved to her back. “You make me so fucking hot,” she said as her hands slid over her breasts, squeezing and massaging. Scott and Nick were on their knees on each side, watching her fondle herself. Her hands moved lower until she touched between her legs.
“Don’t stop,” Scott said as he moved between her legs and entered. “I want to watch you masturbate while I’m fucking you.”
His dick slid in, out, then back in with slow, deep strokes.
With her free hand, Kara guided Nick’s dick toward her mouth. He drew in a sharp breath when she sucked him inside.
Raine moved against Dillon’s hand and struggled to breathe as a wave of desire overwhelmed her. She wanted relief at the same time she wanted this moment to last forever. Exquisite torture.
Nick closed his eyes as he lost himself in the pleasure Kara’s mouth gave him as she sucked his dick. “Your mouth is fucking hot. Suck it, baby.” His breathing became ragged. “Ah, damn,” he groaned and moved away just enough so he slipped out of
Kara’s mouth. She replaced her mouth with her hand, not willing to end the game so soon, and began to slide her hand up and down his dick. “Oh yes, like that,” he groaned. He moved against her hand, raising his hips until his body jerked and he came.
Raine whimpered as the ache inside her grew. Kara continued to massage her clit, moving faster and faster. Raine nudged closer to Dillon’s hand, but his movements stayed slow.
“Oh God, this feels so…” Kara cried out. Her back arched.
Her expression became one of intense delight.
“Dillon, I can’t stand it. Please fuck me.” Raine’s body was on fire.
Scott drove into Kara’s body, then pulled out almost all the way. Raine watched as he plunged again. Deeper, harder. Hips rocking until he cried out.
Raine could barely take a breath when Dillon waved his hand in front of her and the threesome faded from sight. The room around her lit with a soft violet glow. In the center of the room was a bed.
“I want you,” she said, feeling as though she would shatter into a million pieces if he didn’t make love to her.
He didn’t say a word as he picked her up and carried her to the bed. Dillon laid her down and nudged her legs open. She didn’t care that she wasn’t on top. She only wanted him inside her, stroking her.
One look at his face and she knew he wanted the same thing.
His lips were clamped; beads of sweat dotted his forehead, his tight jaw. Watching the three lovers was a test of endurance for both of them. She knew Dillon held back for her. No one ever thought of her pleasure before their own. She didn’t wonder about the novelty as Dillon entered her, filling her. A shudder of pleasure rippled over her.
He moaned as though he’d waited a lifetime for this moment.
Her body closed around him. She tightened her inner muscles, feeling the rush of pleasure spiral through her. She’d never felt like this before and the sensations flooded in from every side, overwhelming her.
“Shh, easy now,” Dillon said.
She opened her eyes and stared up at him, realizing her breathing was erratic, ragged, as the rawness of so many emotions hit her all at once.
“Relax. Just feel me deep inside you.”
She exhaled, then inhaled as calmness stole over her.
For a moment, neither one moved. She savored this sweet torture, testing the limits their bodies could endure. Then as one, they began to move. He slid deep. She rose to meet his stroke.
Then back down. Her body trembled as heat spread over her, building in intensity until she couldn’t stand another moment without release.
“Dillon,” she whispered. “Now. Please, now.”
He began to move faster, stroking her long and hard. She strained, letting the friction of their bodies carry her over the edge. Little earthquakes erupted inside her. She cried out. Her body clenched. She grabbed his shoulders.
He plunged inside her once, twice, then sucked in a deep breath. She watched through half closed eyes and saw the pleasure she had given him. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t been on top.
It didn’t matter at all. She still accomplished what she needed to.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, but a thread of fear
weaved its way through her. Had she let a little piece of herself go? What would she give up next? No, it was only this one time, she told herself, but the feeling that she’d been weak was still with her.
“Don’t analyze it,” Dillon told her.
Being on top might not mean much to him. It was only sex, after all, but to her it meant she was in control of the situation. If she was vulnerable, she opened herself to hurt.
A shudder wracked her body. He rolled to his side, taking
her with him, holding her close. She drew her knees closer to her chest. “I’m tired. I want to rest,” she said. His lips brushed her forehead as she closed her eyes. His warmth wrapped around her like the sun bursting from behind a dark cloud.
It won’t last, the voice inside her head warned.
I know.
Chapter 16
When Raine woke the next morning, she was in her own bed.
She sat up and looked around, feeling as if she’d tied one on the night before. If she weren’t so sore she’d think she’d dreamed the whole thing.
No dream had ever been that vivid, that real.
She eased to the side of the bed and sat there for a moment.
Dillon had controlled the night and she let him. In the light of day, her fixation about being the one on top seemed silly. Had it killed her to let go? No.
She got up, grimacing at the throbbing b
etween her legs.
Sore, yes, but the pleasure had been worth the pain. She’d never been so out of control. So what did that say about her sex life?
Once she was under the gentle spray of the shower she couldn’t help reliving the previous night. Would voyeurism be considered a crime if the persons involved knew they were being watched? Dillon said the threesome had known there might be people on the other side of the window. They hoped someone would be watching.
She squirted a large dollop of bath gel onto the palm of her hand. The apricot scent filled the shower cubicle. For a moment, she closed her eyes and let all her troubles drift away. As she slid the orange gel down her arm, her senses came alive. Erotic images filled her mind. Scott and Nick touching Kara, fondling her breasts, their fingers probing between her legs.
A shiver of need swirled over her as an ache began to build.
Just as suddenly, the water coming from the showerhead began to cool. She shivered and quickly washed away the soap. Damned hot water heater. They needed a new one. Three and a half minutes was not enough time to take a shower.
She stepped out and grabbed the threadbare towel. They needed new linens, too. It was always something. More repairs than she could keep up with. With all the added problems, they were going to be in a real bind if they didn’t find the bank robbers. Dillon said he would help, but would he only cause her more trouble?
She dried off the best she could before she tossed the damp towel over the shower rod and opened the door. She padded down the hall and stepped into the bedroom, but came to an abrupt stop when she saw Dillon sprawled on her bed.
He glanced up. His heated gaze slowly moved over her body, touching the side of her neck, skimming her breasts, her waist, the damp curls between her legs, then slowly made the trek back to her eyes. “I love it when you’re naked.”
She exhaled, not realizing she’d held her breath. Damn it, how could one hungry look send her sexual appetite into overdrive? She forgot about everything she needed to do. The only thing going through her mind was making love with him, but that would only solve her initial problem of needing physical release.
