Over Exposed
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Grabbing her, he lifted her off her feet and carried her to the dining area in front of the windows. The second her ass hit the top of the solid wood table, Greg had his mouth over hers again and his hands on her jeans. She had no idea when he’d released the button but suddenly her zipper was going down and then so were her jeans.
In seconds, her boots had disappeared and her jeans fell off her ankles.
She heard him practically growl “Pretty” before he reached for her shirt. He shoved that up around her breasts, his gaze locking onto the bare skin he’d uncovered.
“I fucking love the way your tits look in Kate’s bras. I swear I’m going to force Tyler to let me invest in her.”
Shivers of pure passion raced through her but she wanted more.
“Greg, less talk, more action.”
His gaze flipped to hers and she saw his lips curve into a smart-ass grin. She groaned at the calculation she saw there.
“Oh, honey, you should know by now I don’t take direction well.”
Lifting her body onto her elbows, she glared at him as he grabbed one of the chairs he’d pushed out of the way and set it directly in front of her.
“That’s because you’re a control freak.”
She swallowed hard as she realized all he had to do was lean in, just a little, and he’d have his mouth on her pussy. Every muscle in her body clenched in anticipation.
God, yes. I want that.
“You’re absolutely right about that. And right now, your body is under my control. Take off the shirt, babe. Leave the bra.”
She wanted to obey immediately but she still had some self-control remaining.
“Maybe I don’t want—”
She gasped when he put this thumb directly over her clit, pressing and twisting until her back bowed from the pleasure.
“Take off the shirt.”
There was a tone in his voice she’d never heard before. It made her want to give him anything he wanted.
Quicksand. Run the other way.
No, she didn’t want to run unless it was straight at him.
Laying back, she worked the shirt over her head, loving the look on his face that made it clear he liked the view.
“So fucking pretty. Now just lay there, honey. This won’t hurt a bit.” Hooking one finger in the side of her underwear, he pulled it to the side, baring her pussy. “You’re already soaking wet. You know that just makes me want to lick you, right?”
Please. “Then do it.”
He smiled, so sexy her breath caught in her throat. “No need to rush. We’ve got all night.”
“Well, I certainly hope it doesn’t take you all night to— Oh, my God.”
He put his mouth over her sex for an intimate kiss that made her mind go blank and her body flush with the most amazing heat.
Every muscle tightened as he used his tongue and his lips to explore her. She wanted to reach for him, to hold his head, but she couldn’t seem to get her hands to do what she wanted. Right now, she had a death grip on the sides of the table, giving her the leverage to arch her hips and press her pussy closer to the wonder that was his mouth.
His lips sucked at her labia, drawing the sensitive folds of skin between them for his teeth to nibble and play. With her eyes closed, she felt every sensation more fully. Her sex tingled with erotic energy, clenching, begging to be filled.
His hands had moved to her legs, holding her thighs apart so he could have unrestricted access to her. She felt his fingertips press into her skin like tiny electric prods.
Then his tongue flicked out to touch her clit.
“Greg.”
“I fucking love to hear you say my name when I’m eating you out.”
Her eyes snapped open and she stared blindly at the ceiling as he sucked and nipped at her clit. Alternating his sensual torture, he refused to back down or slow down at all.
And she could barely breathe through the heat building in her body.
He ate at her with a hunger that grew the more he tasted her until she wasn’t sure she could stay conscious. She saw sparks flash behind her eyelids when he worked his tongue between her labia and fucked her with it.
Her body tightening to the point of breaking, she panted, trying to hold back, to let it build.
She fought against Greg’s domination, although she knew she couldn’t hold out for long. Because it made Greg push that much harder.
And when she finally gave over to her orgasm, letting it take her under, she heard him growl in triumph.
A second later, something hit the floor with a muffled thump and her eyes popped open.
Greg had kicked the chair away from the table and now stood at the end of the table, looking down at her. His smile was gone but the look in his eyes burned. She couldn’t catch her breath, her lungs tight and heavy. Her breasts ached, and even though she’d just come, her pussy clenched, begging to be filled.
He lifted his hands and her gaze followed them as he reached for his jeans. She’d already undone the button. He gripped the zipper tab and pulled it down.
No teasing now. He looked so hungry, so male. She could smell the scent of her arousal in the air, knew she’d taste herself on his lips if he bent and kissed her. But kissing her wasn’t what he wanted right now.
His erection had pushed out through the vee of his open zipper, and the only thing keeping him from her view was his black boxer briefs.
Then he pushed down his jeans and briefs, freeing his cock. Hard and thick, it bobbed toward her before he took himself in one hand and rubbed the tip against the wetness coating her labia. The heat of his cock felt like a brand against her delicate skin. He didn’t attempt to penetrate her but he made sure when he rubbed his cock against her, he hit her clit. The little bundle of nerves was already so sensitive from her last orgasm that she practically flinched away from him.
But she couldn’t seem to get enough.
Behind her, she thought she heard something that almost sounded like a door opening, but she was too far gone to care.
Only when Greg’s gaze flicked away did she realize they weren’t alone.
Greg must have anticipated her automatic response to cover herself because he put one hand on her stomach to hold her in place.
Her entire body flushed with heat as Sebastian froze in the doorway to the second bedroom.
“Oh, fuck.”
It might’ve been mortifying if she hadn’t been so turned on.
With her breath caught in her chest, she waited for Greg to tell him to turn around, to get the hell out.
In the next second, she realized he wasn’t going to.
And the heat that had started to cool with embarrassment began to burn a little hotter again.
Sucking in a short, unsteady breath, she turned back to Greg, now watching her.
“Have you ever been taken in front of someone else before? Had someone watch?” Greg’s steady tone made her shiver and she shook her head when he waited for her to answer. “It makes everything much more erotic. It’s kind of like when I took your picture after our first time. That sensation of someone capturing you at such an intimate moment. It’s so fucking hot.”
Surprisingly, she understood. Already her body was reacting to Sebastian’s presence with a rush of lust so hot, it made her feel feverish.
Still, she’d never done anything like this and—
And what?
Well, for starters, how the hell would she be able to face Sebastian after this? When he’d seen her like this?
Like what? asked the part of her brain that wanted Greg to continue right now.
In the midst of so much pleasure it hurt.
Hell, she wasn’t even totally naked.
But Greg was about to make love to her and Sebastian was going to watch.
Turning her head aga
in, she saw Sebastian leaning against the doorjamb, his eyes heavy-lidded, his expression unreadable. But the hint of red on his cheeks and the way his chest rose and fell in such a rapid motion belied his arousal.
God, did she actually want him to watch?
Would Greg expect him to do anything else?
She’d never been in a threesome. Had never considered it other than to read and enjoy the fantasy in books.
“He’s not allowed to touch you,” Greg continued, answering her unspoken question as if he’d read her mind. “You’re mine. Only mine. He can watch because I allow it but that’s all.”
She bit back a moan at the absolute possession in Greg’s tone. No matter that it should have grated. It didn’t. It made her feel treasured.
“But Bree, you have to say it.” She turned back to look at him, his expression dead serious. “You have to say yes because there’s no way in hell I’d ever force you to do something like this.”
Her heart melted along with her inhibitions.
She took a deep breath. “Then I say yes.”
Greg’s smile made her pussy clench. “Right answer.”
He thrust forward without any further delay, filling her, stretching her, making her moan his name and grab the sides of the table until she swore she’d leave fingernail marks in the hard wood.
With his hands on her hips, Greg held her as he worked himself deep inside. She wanted him to go faster but he wasn’t about to be rushed.
Instead, he pulled out a centimeter at a time, each tiny movement a burst of sensation that fired her arousal. When his cock slid free, she lifted her hips to try to entice him back.
Instead, he wrapped one hand around the base and tapped her clit with the tip, making her heart trip and her lungs struggle for air.
Knowing Sebastian was watching made her want to instinctively close her eyes but she forced them to stay open, to stay on Greg. His every movement riveted her attention, her gaze connected with his.
When his cock breached her again, lodging just inside her channel, he settled both hands on her hips. “Lock your legs around my waist, sweetheart.”
Even though her legs felt like they had lead weights attached to her ankles, she did what he wanted.
And knowing Sebastian was watching her every move, she shimmied her hips, rocking Greg’s cock the tiniest bit farther inside her.
She felt sexy. And so aroused her muscles ached with it.
Fingers tightening on her hips, Greg held her still, though she could tell his control was starting to crack. His mouth had flattened into a straight line and the muscles in his arms bunched and flexed.
“You want to play dirty?” His voice had dropped to a low growl. “I can do that.”
He shoved inside her in one thrust, until she felt his balls brush against her ass.
Yes.
Now he’d pound into her like she wanted. Now—
Damn the man. He held steady, grinding his hips against her in slow, mind-splintering circles that tormented her clit.
“Greg.”
She’d never experienced anything like this in her life. Having sex with Greg didn’t feel like having sex. It was something else entirely. It filled not only her body but that place inside that had been empty before him.
And with Sebastian as a witness . . .
“What do you want, sweetheart?”
This time when Greg pulled out, he didn’t leave her completely. She felt the head of his cock remain lodged inside the delicate opening, spreading her.
“For you to fuck me.”
When he slammed back home again, she moaned and let herself sink into the table. Let him have her however he wanted her.
Greg sensed her surrender. His mouth pulled into a hard-ass grin and he started a rhythm that felt like punishment.
And she didn’t mean that in a bad way. It was the most sensual form of punishment she’d ever endured. He wound her up like he was winding a clock, fucking her slow and steady. He never looked away, didn’t acknowledge Sebastian’s presence at all.
His entire attention was focused on her, on bringing her the most intense pleasure he could manage.
And he did, so much so she thought she might actually black out. Even though she knew her lungs were working, she felt like she couldn’t get enough air. Every inward thrust forced her to exhale but each time he pulled out, she didn’t have enough energy to inhale. Because every muscle in her body was waiting for that release.
That he was in no hurry to give her. He kept that steady pace going until she simply couldn’t take it anymore.
She released the table and let her hand slide down her body until it rested on her mound.
Off to her side, she was pretty sure she heard Sebastian mutter something that sounded like, “Fuck yes.” She almost turned to make sure he was watching but she couldn’t look away from Greg.
He didn’t say anything but his lips curved back into that smile that made her shiver with delight.
With one finger, she touched her clit, flicking it in time to his thrusts. Greg’s gaze fell to watch her play with herself as she watched his cock disappear inside her.
She was so close, she knew if she pressed just the tiniest bit harder, she’d come. Instead, she let her finger slip off her clit so her nail grazed his cock as he pulled out.
He groaned and his next thrust was harder than the last, pushing her finger back against that tiny bundle of nerves.
“Go ahead, honey. Make yourself come. Show us how fucking sexy you are. Then I’ll let go.”
With her gaze locked to his, she rubbed her clit, playing with herself, knowing how much Greg, and apparently Sebastian, enjoyed watching her.
Greg’s rhythm increased, giving her the internal friction she needed. The pleasure intensified and finally her eyes closed as she gasped, her body convulsing around his, pulling him deeper.
His fingers tightened on her hips until she felt his nails bite into her and then she could feel nothing but the sensation of his cock pumping deep inside her.
Her eyes opened as she felt him move, only to see him bending over her. He kissed her with a rough tenderness that threatened to crack open her heart. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she kissed him back with unreserved emotion.
His mouth became more demanding, his tongue tangling around hers as his arms slid beneath her back to take her with him as he straightened.
When he had her seated on the edge of the table, her head pressed against his chest, she felt him nod.
Sebastian.
For a second, doubt rushed in as she heard a door close behind her.
She’d just had sex with her lover in front of her friend.
And holy hell, it’d been amazing.
She wanted to tell Greg how she felt, wanted to know what he was thinking, but she didn’t get to say anything before he wove his fingers through her hair to cup her head and tilt it back so he could kiss her again. And again. Until every thought left her head and she felt nothing but his desire for her.
When he pulled away, he stared down at her. She realized he was looking for something, some indication that she was okay.
Reaching for his head, she pulled him down again, then let her hands pet his shoulders, his chest.
Relaxing against her, he pressed a kiss to her cheek then straightened.
“Come on, babe. Off to the shower. Then we’ll order up some food. You want to invite Sebastian to stay?”
She blinked up at him. “Uh . . . sure. If you want.”
He stared straight into her eyes. “Better to just yank the bandage off.”
She understood what he was saying, though it was going to require a hell of a lot of bravado on her part to walk back out into this room, sit down at that table, and have a meal with the man who’d watched her and Greg have sex on it.
And there she went again, sounding like his mother.
She really needed to stop that.
You will. They’ll both be leaving soon enough.
The thought hit her like a two-by-four and she dipped her head for a second.
“Hey, we don’t have to—”
Forcing a quick smile, she shook her head. “No, it’s not that. I want him to stay. I just . . . I need a shower and a few minutes to breathe. You can be a steamroller.”
She pressed one finger to his lips as he opened his mouth, probably to tell her he was going to kick out Sebastian.
“That’s not always a bad thing. Let me take a shower.” She gave a pointed look at the table. “And maybe we want to get pizza so we can sit on the couch and eat.”
Laughing, Greg picked her up and carried her to his room. “Pizza it is. Whatever you want, hon.”
* *
Greg deposited Sabrina in the bathroom, kissed her hard, then left before he pushed her up against the shower wall and had her again.
He’d probably pushed her to her limit and a few miles past it in the last half hour. But she didn’t want to leave and she appeared to be handling the fact that she’d just had sex in front of another man fairly well.
You’re corrupting her.
The thought gave him pause.
The sexual games he played with women had evolved over the years. He hadn’t started out liking three-ways and performing in front of others. Hell, he’d had a pretty damn pedestrian sex life until he’d gotten to Hollywood. And at first, even there it’d been vanilla.
Until Daisy. She’d introduced him to threesomes. And he’d liked them. A lot. Then he’d met Tyler and been invited into the Salon, where he’d discovered his inner hedonist. And embraced the shit out of it.