Illicit

by Opal Carew

  He stroked her hair from her face. “You really have no problem with the relationship between Connor, Travis, and me.”

  She shrugged. “Why would I?” She grinned. “Especially when it’s so intensely sexy.”

  He chuckled. “I’ll tell you what’s intensely sexy.” He grabbed her shoulders and pressed her onto her back, then grabbed her thighs and tugged her to the bottom of the bed. “You.”

  He knelt on the floor, pulling her lower until her legs draped over the end, then he pressed them wide and licked her slit. She was slick and warm, and tasted a little salty. And sweet.

  He drove his tongue into her opening and she moaned. He glided his thumbs along her folds, then opened them until he could see her clit in the little nest of pink skin. He dabbed it with his tongue and she inhaled sharply.

  He licked and kissed until she arched against him. He suckled lightly.

  “Oh, God, I’m going to…” she moaned.

  His heart rate accelerated knowing he was bringing her such intense pleasure. Her fingers glided through his short hair and she pulled him tighter against her. He obliged, sucking deeper while gliding two fingers into her slick opening.

  “Oh, yeah…” She tightened her fingers around his head. “Oh, God.”

  Then she wailed loud and long. He had no doubt Connor and Travis could both hear her. And were probably jealous as all get out. His own cock throbbed at the exquisite sound.

  When she finally collapsed against the bed, she groaned and opened her arms to him.

  “Oh, God, fuck me now. Please, for God’s sake fuck me.”

  He laughed, then slid her up the bed and prowled over her, then drove deep. She gasped, wrapping her arms around him. He thrust and thrust. She immediately started to wail again and he felt his balls tighten.

  “Oh, shit.” Damn it, he didn’t have a condom on. He pulled out of her hot, wet body just in time to spray all over her flat stomach.

  He groaned as he finished ejaculating, the cool air a shock to his poor, excited cock. When the spurting stopped, he rolled onto his back beside her.

  “I’m sorry about that.” He grabbed a tissue and wiped the white liquid from her skin.

  “Are you, um … I mean, have you been tested recently?” she asked.

  “Yes, of course. I made sure … we all made sure … before we invited you to this weekend.”

  “But you didn’t tell me.”

  “Well, none of us felt it was reasonable to expect you to give us that level of trust. I mean, you didn’t know us. We wouldn’t ask you to trust us so completely as to put your life, or your health, at risk.”

  She smiled. “But you did ask me to trust you enough to have sex with you.”

  “Safe, protected sex. But we got tested anyway, to be completely sure.”

  She nodded. “I’ve been tested recently, too. And I’m on birth control. So why don’t we forget about the condoms from now on?”

  “That’s great with me. But I’m curious. Why did you get tested? I mean, you said you didn’t believe this was really a fantasy weekend. You thought your friend had set it up as a girls’ getaway.”

  “I know. It wasn’t because of that. It was because … a couple of weeks before I ran into you guys in the elevator, I had broken up with my boyfriend.”

  “So we’re rebound sex?” He grinned.

  She shrugged, but her sour expression prompted him to ask more rather than let it die with a lame joke.

  “So what happened?”

  “I caught him with two other women.”

  “He sounds like a jerk.”

  She nodded. “After that, I figured I should be tested. Who knows how many others he’d been with or how careful he’d been?” She glanced at him. “But the tests came back clean, so you don’t have anything to worry about.”

  He smiled, then stroked her cheek. “I know. I trust you.” He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers in a light kiss. “He really was a jerk, you know.” He grazed his thumb across her cheek in a gentle caress. “To do anything so stupid to endanger his relationship with you. He was a grade-A, king-sized jerk.”

  That’s why she’d had such trouble accepting his statement that she was special when they were at the restaurant. Because her stupid ex-boyfriend had killed her sense of self-worth. He’d love to find the guy and pound him out.

  Not that he’d do that. Very bad behavior for a cop.

  She curled her arms around him and leaned against his chest. He held her close, enjoying her softness in his arms. Then he started when he felt dampness against his chest and realized it was her tears. He tightened his arms around her.

  “Lindsay? You okay?”

  She nodded. “I just…” She sucked in a breath. “I just didn’t really let myself think about it until now, but…” She drew in another breath and snuffled a little. He handed her a tissue from the box at the side of the bed, then drew her close again while she dabbed at her eyes. “You know, it’s just that it hurt … what he did.”

  He stroked her hair. “Of course it did. It was a terrible betrayal.”

  She snuffled, then blew her nose again. “It’s not even the other women. I mean, that made me mad, he was a jerk, but … he said I was boring.”

  “Is that why you decided to stay this weekend? To prove you’re not boring?”

  “Well, partly, yes. But not to prove it to him. I needed to prove it to myself.”

  Erik pulled Lindsay on top of him, her soft breasts cushioned against his hard chest. “How can a woman who has hot, uninhibited sex with three men believe—in any way, shape, or form—that she’s boring?”

  She giggled and sat up, her hot pussy on top of his cock. He loved seeing her face light up the way it was right now and, as she shifted her body on his pelvis, his cock began to swell. Man, he’d really thought he was done for the night. With this woman, however … with Lindsay … he never seemed to lose interest. Or have his fill.

  But he’d better get his fill, because tomorrow it ended.

  She wrapped her hand around his swollen cock and pressed it to her, then he glided inside. Oh, sweet heaven, she felt good around him. She moved up and down on him, stroking her breasts, then she swiveled her hips, causing his cock to swirl inside her slick passage with a mind-blowing caress of sensations. Then she began to ride him in earnest, her breathing coming in pants as she pounded up and down on him. Pleasure swamped his senses. His groin ached and his balls tightened. As soon as she tossed back her head and moaned, her face alight with an ecstatic radiance, he erupted inside her with a groan.

  She moved on him, his cock gliding deep inside her, her whimpers continuing. Then she slowed, and finally, slumped onto his chest.

  She drew in a deep breath. “Mmm, I’m sleepy.” She nuzzled his neck, then rested her head on his shoulder. “Can I sleep like this?”

  He stroked her hair behind her ear, then left his hand on her head, cradling it against him. “Sure. Anything you want.”

  He nuzzled her ear. Soft wisps of golden hair tickled his face. After a few moments, her deep breathing told him she was asleep. His cock was still buried inside her warmth. He could feel her heartbeat against his. He felt so close to her. He felt … like he belonged. To her. And she belonged to him.

  Ah, fuck. That’s exactly what he didn’t want.

  * * *

  Travis glanced up as Erik trod into the kitchen, yawning, wearing just his boxers and a robe hanging open.

  “Hey, man, how are you doing?” Travis asked.

  “He got to fuck Lindsay all night long.” Connor grinned. “He’s doing fucking great.”

  Yeah, hearing the noises of pleasure she made had driven Travis nuts. He’d wanted to be with her, too. At the sounds, Connor had jumped Travis and fucked him until they’d both collapsed in one another’s arms. As great as that had been, Travis had wanted Lindsay in bed with them.

  He handed Erik a mug of coffee, then sat across from him at the kitchen table.

  Connor push
ed aside his empty plate and stared at Erik. “You seem to be getting attached to our guest.”

  “That’s right. Can you seriously walk away after today?” Travis sipped his coffee, hoping Erik would say no.

  “No problem. You know my history with women. You know how devastated I was when Cyndi left. And the others. I don’t need that.”

  “Why are you so sure Lindsay will do the same thing?”

  “They all do.”

  “Lindsay’s different,” Travis said.

  Erik’s intense blue eyes speared Travis. “She’s only here for the weekend. Today she leaves. That was the agreement. Everyone knew it coming in.”

  “Yeah, but that can change,” Travis said.

  Connor glanced at Travis. “Are you saying you want it to change?”

  Of course he fucking wanted it to change. In her arms he felt complete. Wanted. He didn’t want to lose that. But he couldn’t just blurt that out.

  “Well, she is the hottest woman ever to take on the three of us,” he said instead.

  “Yes, she is.” Erik finished his coffee and set the mug down. “So let’s enjoy today to the fullest.”

  * * *

  When Lindsay came out of the shower, she found a tray of breakfast sitting on the table near the window. It contained breakfast for one. She was surprised that Erik wouldn’t be eating with her.

  Her cell phone chimed and she glanced around for her purse, then retrieved it from the dresser. She opened it and took out her phone.

  Text me when you’re done with breakfast. —Erik

  She smiled and responded with “Ok.”

  She pulled out the chair and sat down. As she ate, she gazed at the view of the city outside the window. Why did he want her to text him? He probably had some kind of surprise planned. And from her experience so far this weekend, she could hardly wait to see what it was.

  She took her last sip of coffee, then put down the cup and tapped out her message on the phone.

  I’m done.

  She stood up and gazed out the window at the sunny streets below and the people walking along the sidewalks and crossing at intersections. A small grin curled her lips. She must be special because none of those people had the extreme good fortune she had found this weekend, having three sensationally hunky men bringing her sexual fantasies to life.

  A loud knock at the door startled her.

  “Open the door.” Erik’s voice sounded loud and authoritative from the hallway.

  “Coming.” She hurried to the door, wondering if this was the start of a role-playing scenario or if something was wrong. But if something was wrong, surely he would come right in.

  She opened the door and came face-to-face with a blue uniform stretched across a broad chest. A police uniform. Her gaze lifted to Erik’s face, severe looking under his brimmed blue hat.

  “Lindsay Reed?” Erik demanded.

  “Uh … yes, sir.”

  He grasped her arm and drew it forward, then she felt the bite of cold steel against her wrist. “You are under arrest.” The metal cuff snapped closed, then he took her other arm and secured that wrist with the other cuff.

  Thirteen

  Adrenaline raced through her. Oh, God, this was so sexy!

  “Come with me.” Erik led her down the hall and into the living room, then around to the bar against one wall.

  She stared wide-eyed at Travis and Connor who were sitting on the couch watching. Travis winked at her.

  “Sit,” Erik barked.

  She perched on the tall stool that had been turned to face the room.

  “What is it, Officer? What did I do?”

  “Don’t play dumb with me. You know very well you broke into these gentlemen’s apartment.”

  “But I was invited.”

  “To come in here when no one was home? That’s breaking and entering. And the invitation? Totally bogus. You’ll have to do better than that next time.”

  “What are you going to do with me?”

  “Well, I should take you straight to jail, but the gentlemen have decided not to press charges. On one condition.”

  She gazed at him, waiting. But he said no more, so she finally asked, “What condition?”

  “That you make it up to them.”

  She glanced at Connor and Travis. “What do you want me to do?”

  Connor leaned forward on the couch. “Come now.”

  She stared at him blankly. Of course she knew they were expecting some kind of sexual compensation, and the thought of playing out the role of sexual slave to these men excited her, but she thought they’d give her more direction than that.

  Connor kept a serious expression. “I said, come. Now.”

  She stifled a giggle. Leave it to Connor to be so corny.

  “Let me help.” Erik leaned down and unfastened the belt at her waist, then peeled back her satiny robe, exposing … well, everything … to view.

  She was totally naked beneath the robe. Her nipples hardened as the three men stared at her naked breasts. She heard the clank of chains and Erik crouched down. Cold metal snapped around her ankle, then he drew it to the side and back. Then he drew her other ankle back, spreading her naked thighs, and fastened a metal band around her ankle. When he released her, she realized the metal bands around her ankles were attached by a chain which he’d threaded around the back legs of the stool, so her legs were held apart.

  Connor stared straight at her, his gaze locking right between her spread thighs. Then his gaze shifted to her face and he smiled expectantly.

  “Miss, have you decided not to cooperate,” Erik asked, “because I can take you straight to jail if you’d prefer?”

  “No, I don’t want to go to jail.”

  “Then I think you’d better … come.” Travis tried to stifle a grin but didn’t succeed too well.

  She glanced at the handcuffs holding her wrists together, but Erik … the police officer … made no move to unlock them. She brought her hands to her breasts and stroked, the chain clinking with her movements. She ran her fingers over her nipples until they ached from the stimulation. Oh, she’d love one of the men to hold her breasts in his big palms. She slid her hands down her belly to her thighs, then stroked between them. Her fingers found her folds and she opened them, then slid her finger inside. She was already wet.

  Of course she was. A hot sexy cop had just arrested her and dragged her out here to be a sex slave to two other sexy men. All in the comfort of this luxurious penthouse. How could she not be turned on?

  “Are you wet?” the police officer asked.

  She nodded.

  “Then show them.”

  She opened her folds to show the men her slickness. Then she slid a finger inside.

  “Wait, I’ve changed my mind,” Connor said. “I don’t think she should come yet.”

  He leaned in to whisper something to Travis and Travis nodded his head.

  “Officer,” Travis said, “don’t you think you’re a little to blame that she got in here? Since you should have been patrolling?”

  Erik narrowed his eyes and hesitated, then reluctantly said, “Yes, sir, I suppose you’re right.”

  “All right then. We think you should make amends, too. Come over here, please.”

  Erik stepped toward the couch. The stool Lindsay was sitting on was angled so she had a perfect view of the two men sitting on the couch and the police officer standing in front of them. Connor unzipped his pants and reached inside, then drew out his long cock. It was hard and thick and dark red. Erik crouched in front of him and wrapped his hand around it, then swallowed the big cock-head into his mouth and sucked, then dove forward and back and few times.

  “My turn.” Travis took out his cock.

  Erik released Connor, then grabbed Travis’ already stiff cock. He wrapped his lips around the head and surged forward.

  He shifted back and forth between the two cocks until both men were close to bursting. “Okay, that’s enough,” Connor said.

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sp; Erik stood up and Travis guided him across the room until he stood in front of Lindsay. Connor followed them.

  Travis unzipped Erik, then wrapped his hand around his swollen cock and drew it free. Connor guided Lindsay’s head downward toward Erik’s cock. She leaned forward until the cock-head pressed against her lips.

  “Suck it,” Travis said.

  She opened her lips and Travis fed the big, marble-hard cock into her mouth.

  “Make him come,” Connor said.

  She swirled her tongue around him, feeling him twitch in her mouth. Travis continued to hold the big cock at the base and pushed it in and out of her mouth. She squeezed as it moved inside her, then began to suck. Erik groaned, then his body stiffened. A gush of hot liquid filled her mouth. She gagged a little as the big penis continued to drive in and out of her mouth under Travis’ direction.

  Connor nudged Travis’ arm. “Hey, don’t choke her.”

  “Oh, right. Sorry.” Travis stopped the movement and drew Erik’s cock free. She swallowed the salty liquid, but some spilled from her mouth.

  Travis leaned down and licked the trickle along the side of her chin, then slid his tongue into her mouth and swirled inside. “Mmm. I’ve tasted him, now I want to taste her.”

  Travis knelt down in front of her, between her thighs, and gazed hungrily at her folds.

  Connor grabbed a stool and placed it at an angle to hers. “Officer, why don’t you sit here?”

  As soon as he sat down, Connor pressed his cock to the police officer’s face. Travis turned his head and watched with her as Erik wrapped his hands around the thick, hard cock and brought the head to his lips. Lindsay felt shivers as she watched the big male member slide into the police officer’s mouth.

  Then she jumped as something brushed her folds. She glanced down to see Travis slide his finger along her slit, then he leaned forward and licked her. Her gaze shifted back to Connor’s cock disappearing and reappearing from the officer’s mouth.

  Travis licked her, then his tongue found her clit and he swirled it around. Her fingers curled in his long hair. As the pleasure rose, she slumped on the stool. Connor groaned as the police officer sucked on him. Travis sucked her and his fingers slipped into her opening, stroking her inside.