TangledIndulgence

by Tina Christopher

  She could take him, but why take the risk? “I have no idea what your problem is, but all I have to do is jump and punch these walls. We’ll be swamped with security. Looking to take you out. Get over yourself and work on your approach.”

  He froze, but the red in her vision showed he hadn’t powered down. “Stupid whore,” he growled under his breath, but she picked it up. He stepped to the side to let her pass.

  As if she would turn her back on him. “After you.”

  Adira watched him whirl around and stomp off. Her gut told her she’d have to watch out for Jim. There was something off about the way he looked at women. Men tended to be jerks, but usually they went the route of least resistance. Getting smacked down repeatedly by the same woman told her something else was up.

  She made a note to run a background check and see what else Jim had been up to.

  Then she remembered.

  Parvati was no longer her territory and none of her esteemed colleagues would give a flying fuck about her gut.

  Adira cracked her knuckles. That wasn’t really fair. There were a number of good cops at the station. She’d run the check and pass it on to one of the few who actually cared about the people he was supposed to protect. He would keep an eye on Jimbo, even if it was just based on a hunch.

  She hovered near the entrance, giving Jim opportunity to move away. Wouldn’t help if they bumped into each other again. On stage the performance had reached its final phase, the woman moaning, her nails digging into the backs of the men bowed over her breasts.

  Moisture gathered in Adira’s pussy. The sole goal of all four men was to heap pleasure on the woman and it was highly erotic. The undertone of abject obedience still gave her a few chills, but the picture before her sank into her fantasies.

  She wanted this. She wanted to be the center of a man’s consideration, have him focused on her every move, her every response.

  Mal’s image jumped into her mind.

  He’d know what to do, how to drown her in pleasure, drive her to the brink and thrust her over it.

  But she’d told him to fuck off.

  Adira sighed and rubbed her suddenly tired eyes. She never responded this emotionally, always kept her cool. She’d spent too much time in the Good Old Boys’ club to be hurt by slander against her femininity. But Mal’s words had struck her right at the core.

  She exhaled.

  The woman sobbed in the throes of her climax, the four men around her doing everything in their power to drive her higher.

  Adira shuddered. She had to swallow a couple of times to gather moisture in her dry mouth. Jade, what a show. She might prefer her men more alpha, but her panties grew soaked and her nipples didn’t seem to want to relax again.

  She exhaled and moved on slightly unsteady legs.

  Adira wanted more. Wanted to see and experience more.

  She strode through the door.

  And she would.

  The corridor was now familiar. The rooms on either side all showed red lights.

  Adira exhaled, her arousal at a low simmer. She straightened her shoulders and marched on, determined to find a scene that would drive her over the brink.

  She didn’t have to wait long. Three rooms down she walked in on a ménage, two men and one woman, but unlike the earlier harem scene, in this ménage they appeared to share the pleasure as partners. Sensuality and lust surrounded the trio like a cloud.

  Adira settled in, her chair extending below her, giving her that perfect position to watch. Heat streamed through her body as she tapped the armrest and went through the data on the screen. This scene had no obscure name, nor did it involve extravagant roles. The participants were Adam, six-one, one-seventy, reddish-blond short hair and a goatee. Barbara, five-six, curvy as hell, dark brown, shoulder-length hair and Norman, six-three, one-ninety, very short black hair.

  All three stood before a bed the size of a playground. The men wore trousers and open shirts, Adam displaying a sexy amount of body hair. Barbara wore a short skirt to mid-thigh and a barely there top, displaying her generous breasts as if on a platter. Norman stood behind her, opening the buttons of her top, spilling her breasts. He cupped them and held them out to Adam, who leaned forward and sucked one hard tip into his mouth.

  Barbara’s head fell against Norman’s shoulder. She stroked the back of her hand along his side until she reached his hips. There she rubbed her palm across his front, fondling his semi-hard rod. Norman tilted his hips back, giving her more room to maneuver. While Adam moved between her breasts, sucking and licking the hardened nipples, Barb unhooked Norman’s trousers with one hand and pulled his dick out. His hands clenched around her breasts, two of his fingers sliding up to tweak her hard, wet nipples. Unconcerned by these additions, Adam continued to suck the nipples, now including Norman’s fingers.

  Heat shot through Adira. This was the second time seeing a man touch another man drove her higher. She swallowed. She’d never known how erotic two men could be together. She realized one of her hands moved between her thighs and the other cupped her small breast.

  She stilled and took stock. Only a couple of seats were filled and all she could see were shadows and the feeling of movement.

  No one would know.

  Sparks spread across her body. The idea that someone may see her like she’d seen the two women in the last room was rather titillating. There’s a whole other side to you. Adira welcomed the thought.

  She cupped her breast more fully and moved her fingers until she reached her nipple. She gave it a gentle rub.

  On stage Norman had released Barb’s breasts and focused on her hand on his erection. Adam, now slightly behind her, gently pulled up her tight skirt. Her moist, naked pussy became visible.

  Adira’s eyes dropped shut and she tweaked her nipple with more force. She’d never dared to go commando. For a second she imagined herself in a short skirt, no underwear, in a dark alley. Mal pushed her unclad breasts against the rough wall and pulled up her skirt. She was wet. So wet moisture covered the tops of her thighs. His heat covered her back and the hardness of his cock burned her ass.

  He rubbed his dick along her wet slit, covering himself in her juices. Then he pulled back and Adira dug her nails into the rough wall.

  “Adira.”

  Her eyes shot open. Her hand fell from her breast at the sight of the man beside her. “Mal,” she croaked. “What are you doing here?” Realizing her other hand still cupped her wet pussy through her trousers she flushed and straightened.

  Mal sank onto the edge of her seat, which immediately expanded to accommodate his size, turning the chair into a lounger. His arm went across the back of the chair. His face was clearly illuminated by the small glow light.

  Before she could comprehend his presence he kissed her. It was only a short, sharp kiss, but it demonstrated his intentions. Whatever else was going on, they were taking the next step.

  Thank Jade.

  “I came to apologize. I was an asshole. I have no excuse other than the knowledge you were leaving tomorrow hit me like a sledgehammer and drove what little common sense I had right out of the airlock.”

  Her lips twitched.

  He cupped her cheek in his big palm. “I thought I had time. Time for our friendship to build and develop, time for it to grow into something new.”

  She leaned into his touch. “I am sorry too. I overreacted. After being told the news of my transfer all I could think about was to get here and see you, get your point of view. When you turned into a moron I couldn’t cope.”

  He stroked his thumb across her cheek. “We have one night, Adira.” His deep-green eyes studied her as if she were the last secret in the universe.

  She swallowed. This was her chance to bring her fantasy to life. Maybe not under the exact circumstances she’d imagined, but make it real nonetheless.

  She pressed her lips against his firm ones. “We do indeed. And in a place that caters to every whim and need.”

  Heat flared in hi
s eyes, turning the green molten. He tightened his grip and pulled her close. She expected a deep, hard kiss, so his gentle, seductive touch surprised her. It was as if he wanted to explore the shape and the feel of her lips. Each touch was like a sip until she couldn’t stand it any longer and grabbed his head, pulling him close and pushing her tongue inside his mouth.

  He immediately responded, curling his tongue around hers, tangling them together in an epic battle. His sharp, smoky flavor raced through her, raising nerve endings she didn’t know she had.

  Mal pulled back, kissed the tip of her nose, her cheek, her temple. Nuzzled her neck. “What whim are you exploring right now?”

  Adira flashed back to her little skirt fantasy, but wasn’t quite ready to share. This was one night. Tomorrow she’d be on Kaali on her way to Hadamard. If her honesty turned into a disaster she’d never have to see him again. She looked at the stage. It felt like an age had passed but Barb, Adam and Norman were still mostly dressed. Barb’s skirt was hiked up around her waist and her top was gone. The men had lost their shirts and their pants were open, Barb kneeling between them, rubbing her hands over their hard cocks and sucking them intermittently.

  Now or never.

  “Much to my surprise I have discovered I enjoy watching the scenarios played out before us.”

  His brows shot up and his lips twitched. He shifted so his arms curled around her shoulders and they both faced the stage. “Really? Interesting.” He tugged on her jacket. “How about you lose this while we investigate your new discovery.”

  Adira grinned as she pulled it off, leaving her in her shirt. “I am a trained investigator.”

  “Exactly. You’ll know how we’ll have to proceed.”

  Mal set the jacket at the foot of the lounger, out of the way. Adira cuddled back into his embrace, her heartbeat racing. She had no idea what Mal planned, but sharing her new discovery had not put him off. Instead he was happy to play with it.

  She couldn’t remember ever playing with a lover.

  “Tell me what you feel when you watch them.” His breath teased her ear moments before he set his teeth on it, nibbling and tugging at the sensitive shell.

  Adira’s concentration split between the actions on stage and his hand, which stroked across her stomach. Her muscles clenched under his touch. More moisture gathered between her legs.

  “What do their actions do to you?” he asked again.

  She exhaled and returned her attention to the performance. Barb had stopped her ministrations and now unhooked her skirt. It dropped to the floor. The men got rid of their trousers. Naked, all three climbed on the bed. Barb lay back and each man settled at either side of her. Adam stroked his hand up her legs until he reached the apex of her thighs. He cupped her, making her back bow. Norman curved his hand around one generous breast, playing with her nipple, while he kissed his way around the other.

  Heat simmered inside Adira, but she felt self-conscious. Mal’s hot palm moved up her stomach until it curled around her small breast. The hand on her other side stroked up and down her waist, cupping her butt and moving back up.

  “Adira.” Mal tweaked her nipple. Hard.

  She hadn’t expected it and was torn between pleasure and pain.

  “Tell me.”

  “It’s hot.”

  “What is?” His fingers curled around the sensitive tip of her breast more gently, easing the sting and pushing her thoroughly into pleasure territory.

  “The way they are so utterly focused on her, on her pleasure.”

  He rewarded her by unhooking the buttons down her front. He hissed when he saw her dark-blue satin bra. “Jade, I wasn’t expecting this.” He stroked two fingers across the shimmering material.

  “The panties match.”

  Mal captured her gaze and kissed her with fire and intent. He pulled back, nipping her lower lip. “Show me.”

  Adira didn’t look away, but undid her belt. As soon as the clasp opened the InvisoHol became visible, showing her service weapon. He raised his brow, but didn’t comment. She unhooked the button on her trousers. The rasp of the zipper going down echoed around them. The opening of the top of her pants showed her matching blue panties with a lighter-blue bow on the front.

  He groaned. “That is so sexy. You wear stuff like this under your uniform too, or is today a special occasion?”

  She smiled. “It’s my way of reminding myself I’m a woman, a lady. With the job I do and the things I see on a daily basis it’s hard to remember I’m female. Sliding into sexy underwear reminds me that there is more to me than just my job.”

  “Much more.” Mal’s husky voice rasped across her senses.

  Chapter Three

  Mal clenched his teeth in a desperate attempt to keep control. Adira’s slender body so close to his, the perfume of her wet pussy surrounding them and seeing her in this unexpectedly sexy underwear drove him to the brink.

  You can’t fuck this up. This is your one chance.

  He clenched his teeth some more and took shallow breaths. All he wanted to do was pull her above him and thrust his aching cock inside her wet cunt, but this was not about him. Adira had shared her new discovery, trusted him with a fragile seed inside her. He had to do everything in his power to show her he could be trusted with the delicate branch she extended.

  A moan from the stage pulled him back. The woman, a quick look at the screen beside Adira identified her as Barb, stretched her arms above her head as one man, Norman, sucked most of her breast inside his mouth. The other guy, Adam, played with her pussy before spreading her legs and doing what Mal wanted to do to Adira.

  Adira hissed as Adam spread Barb’s slit and licked her from one end to the other. Her hands clenched into fists and she rubbed her legs together.

  Mal cupped her through her trousers and her sexy panties. She stilled for a moment and then opened her legs wider. He curled the fingers of his other hand around her breast, the soft satin of her bra stroking across his knuckles. Her skin was even softer than her undergarment. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple. Her back bowed.

  Ah, sensitive. He circled her nipple with one finger, never quite giving her what she needed, teasing her until she grabbed his hand and pressed it against her small, but perfectly formed breast.

  Triumph flared through him at her need for his touch. Her need for him to stop his teasing and drive her higher. He nipped her neck at the same time he tweaked her nipple.

  She moaned. “So good.”

  Just from teasing her nipple? He withdrew his other hand from between her legs and cupped her other breast. One of her hands clenched in his shirt. Her breathing grew shallow and her heartbeat raced against his side.

  Wonder filled him. Her breasts were small but incredibly sensitive. The lightest touch, the smallest tweak drove her higher than prolonged foreplay would another woman. He slid her back against his chest, giving himself more freedom to move, and played.

  He tugged her open shirt and the straps of her bra down her arms. The blue satin slipped lower and freed her breasts. Burning heat shot through his penis, already so hard he thought he couldn’t get any harder.

  Her nipples were a dusky brown, much darker than her silky-smooth skin. Each touch, each caress, each tweak drove her closer to the peak.

  But she’d only just discovered she enjoyed watching. He gritted his teeth and directed her attention back to the stage. “Watch how they’re torturing her with pleasure.”

  Adam sent his tongue across Barb’s slick opening, tapping her clit repeatedly. He moved one finger through her juices and then slowly pushed it inside her.

  Mal flattened his palm on Adira’s stomach and stroked downward until he reached the apex of her thighs. “What do you think she feels?” He pushed her trousers farther down to give himself more room and rubbed his fingertips through her neatly trimmed curls. “How tender do you think her clit is?” He slowly slid lower until he reached Adira’s pussy.

  He groaned when he felt her wetness. With a fe
athery touch he caressed her slit, moistening his fingertips. “Do you think she enjoys his tongue tapping her like this?” Mal grazed a fingertip gently against the bundle of nerve endings at the top of Adira’s pussy.

  Every muscle in her body tightened.

  “Can you hear him eating her? She is wet. Would it make you wet if I ate you?” Moisture flooded his fingers. Slowly he increased the pressure on her clit while gently pushing a finger inside her.

  Mal clamped his teeth together so hard he thought they would break. She was so tight. Her muscles gripped his finger as if it were a cock. He moved his hand to have better access, pushing his first and second finger inside her while rubbing her clit with his thumb. She didn’t give him much room to maneuver, her tightness clenching around him.

  Sweat stood on his forehead when he imagined driving his hard member inside her. To distract himself, he circled a nipple with his other hand, moving between the tight peaks, pushing her on but never over.

  Her fingers clutched the fabric of his pants. “You’re killing me.”

  He chuckled and nuzzled her neck. Feeling her blood pumping under her soft skin, he had to force his fangs back. Now was not the time. “I’m only sharing your discovery.”

  Adira grabbed his hand between her legs and tried to move it. For a second he worried he’d driven her too far, but then she whimpered. “Your teasing will be the death of me. Fuck me.”

  Every muscle in his body stiffened at her words. His need roared through him like an avalanche.

  But this wasn’t for or about him. He had to drive Adira insane, make it impossible for her to leave him.

  Mal exhaled through clenched teeth.

  He captured one nipple between two fingers and pressed down on her clit with the other hand, still not giving her what she wanted. “In a minute, love. Check out Norman. He’s helping Adam.”

  She blinked a few times. Then her nails dug into the back of his hand between her legs. “Do you like backdoor play?” he whispered against her ear. “Is your ass as tight as your cunt? Look, Norman now has two fingers inside her ass and Adam is thrusting into her pussy. Can you see how hard their dicks are? Any moment now one of them will lose control.” He kept the pressure on her clit and slowly pulled his fingers out of her wet grip. She hissed when he released her bundle of nerves. He trailed the moist tips along her perineum.