She’d never been a voyeur to anyone’s sexual encounter before, and she was shocked at how arousing it was. It wasn’t just any encounter, though. It seemed brought to life by her fantasies. Most of it was out of her view, hidden by the long white tablecloth that covered the round table, but there wasn’t a damn thing wrong with her imagination. Or her eyesight, even in the dim candlelight.
There were three occupants of the table, two men and a woman. She sat between them, and each of them had his mouth on her in some way. The man on her left was kissing her mouth, and the one on the right had his lips at her bare shoulder.
A flood of moisture pooled between Jess’s thighs when the men pulled back, switching tasks. Now the man on her right was kissing her mouth, and the man on the left was—Oh, my. He slid the thin strap of her dress low, baring the top of one creamy breast.
“Jesus.” Alex shifted in his chair. “I don’t know if we should keep watching or if I should arrest them.” But instead of turning his gaze away, he slipped the fingers of one hand off her shoulder onto her back, and then inside the straps of her dress, letting his fingers graze the side of her breast.
Damn, that felt good. When she didn’t stop him, he moved his hand again and ran his fingers over her already aroused nipple. Jess nearly choked. With the way they were seated, no one could see what Alex was doing. No one, except for the table they were watching.
The men at the other table lifted their heads and Alex hesitated, his fingers squeezing Jess’s breast reflexively. The guy on the left raised his wineglass as if in toast. The guy on the right whispered in the woman’s ear, and her eyes widened in panic as she looked over at their table.
Alex was torn. Part of him wanted to intervene on her behalf, but he didn’t. Instead, in a move he’d never have imagined himself making, he raised his wineglass back.
One guy slid his hand around the woman’s shoulders from behind, slipping his fingers under the wide band of silver she wore around her neck, holding her possessively. The other played with the charm that dangled from the necklace and nestled against her throat. The woman’s eyes fluttered shut, a bright pink suffusing her cheeks. Like his wife, Alex was sucked in by the exhibitionism in front of him. He wished like hell he knew what the one guy had said to put that dazed look on the woman’s face. One thing was obvious, though. She was a more-than-willing participant. He’d stake his badge on it.
Alex glanced at Jessica, whose color was nearly as high as the woman across from them. Her breathing was ragged, and her eyes stayed glued to the scene she was witnessing. He slid a finger across her nipple, and she gasped. Damn, but he wished he could bury himself inside her, right here, right now. But there was a limit to what he’d do in public, and he was already standing right at that line. Maybe even over it.
“I wish I knew what they were doing,” Jess whispered, finally turning her head to look at Alex. “Is that wrong?” Worry shaded her eyes, and Alex moved to reassure her.
“So do I,” he admitted softly, stroking her nipple again. He leaned his head close and murmured in her ear. “But I can imagine, and I’ll bet you can too. Put your hand on my cock, Jess.”
She pulled back, and her wide eyes flew to his. “What?”
“Do you see her hands? I don’t. I bet she has her hands on their dicks right now. No one can see behind that tablecloth. No one can see behind ours. Give me your hand, Jess.” He made it an order, loving the thrill that came from telling her what to do.
She did, slowly, and when he took her hand and pressed it against his aching erection, her breath caught. So did his, when she closed her fingers over his length. Through his trousers, sure, because the last thing he wanted to be was a cop caught with his pants down—literally—in public. But it still felt damn good. He didn’t think it could get any better, but then Jess opened her mouth.
Her voice was soft, her breath whispering against his ear as they both continued to watch the threesome. “Maybe you don’t see her hands because they’re bound in her lap, or behind her back. Maybe that silver necklace is a collar, and she’s their submissive.”
Alex heard the wistfulness in Jess’s voice, and decided he’d made the right choice for this weekend. He slid his hand from her breast and set it on her thigh. He couldn’t believe he was doing this in public, but he had to touch her again. Making sure she was covered by the tablecloth, he inched his hand back under the bottom of her dress, fingering the lacy garters and the edge of those fuck-me panties.
They were drenched, and Alex’s dick throbbed in response. He slid his fingers through her slick curls, his eyes still on the trio at the other table. Jess’s hand clamped down on his erection when he slid a finger over her clit, but she didn’t take her eyes from their own private show either. Alex had to grit his teeth to keep from groaning out loud.
The men sat back, straightening the woman’s clothes just before the waiter came to take their orders. After the waiter left the table, the man on the left murmured in the woman’s ear. Her eyes flew open, and Alex saw the tablecloth rustle. When it settled, he could just see the woman’s feet spread wide, intertwined with each man’s closest foot. Her palms lay flat on the table.
He nudged Jess’s clit again and leaned closer so he could whisper in her ear. “See her shoes? They’re holding her legs apart. Do you think one of them, or both of them, are doing this to her?” With those words, he slid two fingers inside Jess’s warmth. Before she could cry out, he captured her lips in a kiss. It backfired on him, though, because her taste was as heady as the wine she’d had with dinner.
Jess’s thighs clamped over his hand as he stroked in and out, teasing her. Her hands dropped to her side, grabbing the chair as if it were a lifeline. A small noise from the other table made them break their kiss and look over. The woman was trembling, her lip caught between her teeth as she teetered on the edge of completion.
Jess was close, too, but Alex made a rash decision that was echoed by the men across the floor. He withdrew his fingers before she could come, and her eyes flew to his.
Blushing furiously, Jess grabbed his tie and pulled him close. “Why did you stop?” she growled, her voice trembling with pure need. “I was almost there.”
“I know.” He stroked her cheek with a knuckle. “But I’m a jealous man, and I told you last week that I don’t want to share. No one gets to see you orgasm but me. Those men obviously feel the same about their woman. Look.”
Flabbergasted was the only word he could use to describe Jessica’s face as she took in the same frustration on the other woman’s face. And he would’ve laughed, if he wasn’t in agony and on the verge of blue balls. Instead, he calmly called for the check. And hoped like hell they’d hurry with it, so he could take his wife back to their room and finish what they’d started.
A few minutes later, with nothing more than a nodding goodbye to his partners in sensual crime, he and Jessica left the restaurant.
Chapter Eight
The cool air felt good on Jess’s hot skin as she and Alex walked back to the inn, hand in hand. Her heart still pounded, and her mind wouldn’t stop playing that scene over and over again. Before they reached the wide front steps of the bed and breakfast, she pulled Alex to a stop. “Did that really just happen?”
He laughed softly. “Yeah, I think so. You okay with it?”
She thought for a moment. “It was sexy as hell.”
“Which part?” Alex asked, a rakish grin on his face. “Watching a threesome in action? Or me fucking you with my fingers in public?”
His words prickled her skin and sent a rush of heat to her core.
“Both,” she admitted. Her voice sounded husky even to her own ears. She bit her lip. “Do you think there’s something wrong with me, that I was turned on by watching a threesome, and that I almost came in the middle of a restaurant filled with people?” Without any warning, her deepest, darkest fear bubbled up and burst from her mouth. “You never answered me last week, Alex. Is what I want disgusting?”
On the left side of the inn’s foyer there was a large yet intimate sitting room the owner had said was for guest use. Comfortable chairs were grouped around small tables, bookcases lined one wall, and leather sofas sat directly across from each of the two fireplaces. On the right side was a dining room.
“Can we look around for a minute?” Jess asked. She knew Alex was ready to go upstairs and finish what they’d started at the restaurant, and so was she, but she also wanted to slow things down a bit so she could savor every moment, big and small.
Alex put his hand on her back and guided her forward. “Your wish is my command, sweets.” If he was frustrated by her request, he hid it well.
There was another couple at the far end of the dimly lit room, seated on the sofa. They were engrossed in each other, so Jess didn’t interrupt by saying hello. Instead, she turned her attention to the large bookcases, which looked like they contained antique books.
“This room is gorgeous,” she whispered, feeling like she had to be quiet. Some of the shelves held small pieces of framed pen-and-ink drawings. She bent to look at them, then gasped.
“What?” Alex asked, looking up from the book he’d picked up.
“Look at this,” she hissed. She held out one that depicted a nude woman bound hand and foot, and waited for him to say something. Anything.
He smiled wickedly. “Interesting choice of artwork.” He held out the book. “And reading material.”
“The Kama Sutra?” Seemed like an odd choice to have out for guests to see in a bed and breakfast, but, then again, what did she know?
Shrugging it off, she continued around the room, looking at the different art objects. Some were suggestive, or maybe it was just her brain that was all wrapped up in sex.
“Excuse me,” she murmured as they walked past the seated couple, but she nearly tripped over her own feet as she caught sight of the woman, her shirt open, her breasts bound by rope. The man sitting near her held a small flogger.
Alex steadied her and whispered nearly silently in her ear from behind. “Keep going. Let’s not interrupt them.”
He kept her moving, straight out of the room. As he propelled her forward, she glanced back over her shoulder, catching a long enough glimpse to see the woman’s mouth open in a silent, wide O as the man teased her nipples with the fringed ends of the flogger. Alex guided her up the stairs, not stopping until they were in their room.
She whirled around the second they were inside with the door closed. “Alex, what the hell is—” She was cut off by his mouth on hers.
He pushed her back against the door, his body pressed hard against hers. His mouth devoured hers, nipping the corners of her lips, stroking her tongue with his. She whimpered at the dominance of it, loving the way he took control. When he slid his fingers through her hair and angled her head the way he wanted it, she whimpered again, drowning in sensation. The kiss went on forever, but was over far too soon.
When he pulled back, they were both breathing hard, and Alex’s eyes were diamond bright. “What the hell is this?” he repeated raggedly. “This is proof for you that there’s not a damn thing wrong with what you want.”
Her own voice was none too steady. “What?”
He grabbed her hand and led her toward the bed. He clicked on a small lamp on the bedside table, and she gasped at what the soft light revealed.
“Oh. My. God,” she whispered, bumping backward into him. It was the first book’s cover come to life. A wrought iron four-poster bed, with thick white bed linens. A silky black scarf, tied like a blindfold, at the foot of the bed. One of Alex’s ties looped around each of the four bed posts.
She shivered, and her hands shook as he lowered the zipper of her dress, sliding his hands inside the open material to cup her breasts. He nuzzled her neck, then licked a path down her spine, stopping where the zipper ended, just above her ass.
Then he stepped back. “Turn around.”
She looked over her shoulder first and was nearly bowled over by the hard look of need on his face. She turned slowly, never taking her eyes from his face.
He smiled then, rakish and sexy and sweet all at once. “Take off that dress.”
Her heart stuttered as she slid the strap off one shoulder, then another. It dropped past her hips, pooling on the floor in a puddle of black material. For a quick moment, she worried about her body. Here she stood in front of her husband in nothing but a sheer bra, a pair of lacy crotchless panties, a garter and stockings, and heels. Her body wasn’t perfect, and she wasn’t twenty anymore. She’d had two kids, she had the hips to show for it, and she probably looked ridiculous.
But when she lifted her gaze from the floor, she saw nothing but raw desire on Alex’s face. High color lit his cheeks, and his breathing was rough. He was as aroused by this as she was.
“My God, you’re gorgeous.” His eyes met hers, and then his face got serious. “Turn around. And put your hands behind your back.”
Oh sweet Jesus. Jess’s heart nearly stopped as he picked up the scarf from the foot of the bed. But instead of using it on her eyes, he used it to tie her hands together. They rested just above the edge of her panties, and the ends of the scarf trailed teasingly between her thighs.
There was a rustle of clothing being removed, and then Alex crowded her from behind until the front of her legs pressed up against the bed. “Spread your legs and bend over,” he said thickly. One large, hot hand pressed between her shoulders, pushing her forward. “Now.”
Her heart pounded, and the thrill that ran through her at the dark demand in his voice made her lightheaded as she did what he ordered.
Alex’s lips coasted along her spine, his tongue trailing moist and warm along the same path. “I do like these naughty panties. Sexy as hell.”
His hands slid to her hips, cupping her ass as he used his thumbs to open her cheeks and bare her most intimate parts to his eyes. He dipped his fingers into her swollen, drenched sheath, stroking her, preparing her body.
“Is this where you want me, Jess?” he asked darkly, pressing a wet thumb against her anus. “Is this what you’re worried I’ll find disgusting?”
She whimpered, drowning in the incredible sensations of nerve endings sparked to life. “Yes.”
He pressed harder with his thumb, and she whimpered again.
“You’re tight, love. Have you ever played with yourself there?” His voice was low, demanding, in control. Dominant. Sexy as all get out. “Answer me. And I want the honest truth.”
A thrill chased through her, even as she balked at answering. “Or what?”
“Or else I’ll stop.” He laughed knowingly and lightened the pressure of his thumb.
No. She didn’t want that, so she pressed back against him, trying to force his finger deeper, but he kept his pressure light. Desperation won out over embarrassment. “I tried once,” she panted. “It made me come, but I felt dirty after, like I shouldn’t have done it.”
“You don’t want me to stop.” He growled the words, pushed his thumb deep inside her ass. “Whether you think it’s dirty or not, you want this.”
She moaned in pure pleasure. “Oh, God, yes,” she cried. “I don’t care. More, please.”
“So much time.” He stroked in and out with his thumb, steadily, driving her insane. “We’ve still got so much time tonight to do all the things you want to do. You want me to fill your ass with my cock, don’t you?”
“Now,” she begged. When he slid his thumb out, she tossed her head back and forth, crying out at the loss of sensation.
His voice deepened even more. “God, babe. I love it when you beg. But I’m too primed right now to go easy, so I’m going to fuck your pussy instead, and you’re going to t
ake it hard and fast, aren’t you?”
Without any further warning, he slid his penis into her, his balls slapping against her clit. His hold on her hips was tight, and it was intoxicating. He pulled out, all the way, and dipped his fingers inside her, then plunged his penis in again. The heat of one of Alex’s hands warmed her back, made her feel like she was under his control, and the next time he stroked in and out, he slid his thumb back in her ass. Then he slammed into her again, and again, filling her in both holes.
“More,” she begged, nearly mindless with the need to come. The sensation of being filled in both places was like nothing she’d ever felt before. Goosebumps raised on her sweat-slickened body. She came with a keening cry, arching her back, nearly coming off the bed as her body spasmed. Having her arms bound behind her only added to the unbelievable experience. Her orgasm went on, and on, and on, turning her muscles to jelly.
Alex panted with need as he slid his thumb free, swallowing at the way her ass grabbed at it, as if it didn’t want to let the sensations go. God, it would be so easy to slide his cock in her ass now, to take her like she wanted. Like he’d wanted to for years, but hadn’t ever tried, because he’d always worried she’d find it perverted. Later, though, when he wasn’t as worked up as he was right now. When he could be gentle with her for her first time.
Later, tonight.
Right now, though, he needed to finish making love to his wife. He untied her hands, stripped off those fuck-me panties, turned her onto her back, and slid in deep. “Wrap your legs around me,” he muttered, all the while stroking in and out of her pussy, slowly at first, then faster. Finesse flew out the window, but he didn’t care, couldn’t think of anything but making Jess come again. And making himself come with her.
“Look at me, Jessica,” he demanded. Jesus, being given free rein to take control was an aphrodisiac like no other. “I want to see your eyes when you come again.” He found her clit, and rubbed it while he fucked her. The sounds were lush, earthy, tantalizing in the extreme.
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