Provoke Me

by Cari Quinn

  “Don’t. Don’t leave me.” The words fell from her in a senseless heap, tangling in her rush to get them out.

  He was already rising, his face constricted with longing. And something else much more alarming. Possession. The kind that didn’t brook sharing, no matter the reason.

  The light flashed over him, highlighting his wet and used mouth. But it was his expression that made her whimper as his gaze dropped to Paul’s hands, still manipulating her breasts. Then he looked at Paul. He didn’t need words, because his look conveyed a clear warning.

  Back the fuck off.

  Chapter Eleven

  Even in the darkness of the club, Paul got the message and released her.

  Momentarily.

  After aiming a narrow-eyed glance at Spencer, he turned her around to face him and captured her lips. They stung from the force of her teeth biting them but Paul’s mouth was warm and comforting. Familiar. He tasted of Wrigley’s gum just as he had years ago and she soon found herself wrapped in his arms. He kissed her deeper and she relaxed into his embrace, still reeling from her climax.

  Still reeling, period.

  She’d never thought sex could work like this. Not for her. But here, she knew which man she wanted beyond tonight and she still responded to Paul. He was a good kisser and her body was so wet, so ready, it was as if she’d been primed to sensation. Any sensation, coming from any direction. And she liked Paul. He was a decent guy.

  Plus there was that whole really horny thing.

  Part of her expected Spencer to haul her away from Paul as if he were a child grabbing back his favorite toy. Or turn on his heel and march out, though he was the one who’d gotten her into this scene in the first place. But he didn’t. He came up behind her and drew her back against his hard, muscled frame, rubbing his prominent erection over her ass. She moaned, caught between them both, aware that Paul’s hands had started roaming again and so had Spencer’s, though this time he was the one to claim her breasts.

  Spencer’s breath sifted through her damp hair. “We can take this as far as you want. Once more.” He sucked her lobe into his mouth, used his teeth. “Then you’re mine.”

  She shivered and closed her eyes. He’d do this again—all the way, probably, if she wanted it—but it was for her. The question was, what did she want?

  Her eyes flew open again as Paul’s fingers walked up her inner thigh, hesitating only briefly before rocketing upward into her cunt. She swallowed, sure she had to be gushing, her certainty increasing when Spencer twisted her nipples. The link between her breasts and her sex sent desire flashing through her like a forest fire, hungry and all-consuming. She moaned again and the sound broke into Spencer’s mouth as he dragged her head around for a wild kiss.

  Their tongues thrust and sparred and she soon lost track of where—and whose—hands were touching her. They seemed to switch places, the texture of their caresses changing. All she knew was there were fingers inside her pussy, palms abruptly squeezing her breasts, and the dual assault hazed her mind with lust.

  Paul picked that moment to drop to his knees and use his mouth for something else entirely. Stubble brushed her inner thighs, tantalized her sopping flesh. And then his tongue was inside her, his breath steaming as it rushed over her aroused center.

  “God.” It was too much. She’d just come. Her clit was still sore, but she was revving up again with a tingling that seemed to spread all the way to her womb.“I can’t.”

  “You can, and I’m going to watch you,” Spencer murmured between kisses. It was as if they were alone, his gaze burning just for her. He stroked her throat, his touch laying claim. “But this time, I won’t only watch.”

  Kelly quivered, both from Spencer’s hot encouragement and Paul’s newly ratcheted-up attack. Fiery suction seized hold of her swollen labia, her engorged clit. The only thing keeping her standing was Spencer’s arms, and his sexy whispered praise against her cheek when she ended their kiss to breathe. She fought to maintain her stance even as her vision blurred and perspiration ran between her shoulder blades. Fuck, she felt like a torch, blazing for everyone to see.

  She’d never been able to have multiple orgasms, not back-to-back like this. With a while between, sure. But this was too fast. Except it wasn’t, and the telltale tightening in her core heralded her impending implosion. It built swiftly, riding the edge between pain and extreme pleasure, until Paul’s fingers thrust inside her at the same moment Spencer shifted to close his mouth around her nipple through her dress. As he drew on the taut peak she shot over the brink into bliss. A hoarse cry ripped from her throat and her release pulsed from her body in thick waves of cream.

  Overcome, she let her body sag, hoping someone would be there to support her. Thankfully they were.

  “Turn around,” Spencer said, his hands doing the honors for her when she couldn’t coordinate her limbs enough to manage it. She heard the sound of his zipper, jolted from the feeling of the head of his cock pressing against her sensitive pussy. “We’re going over to that couch,” he said against her neck.

  Kelly nodded, docile and spent and more cooperative than she’d been…well, ever.

  She almost mentioned Paul. It wasn’t right to leave him out. She knew Spencer would make sure he was taken care of, but she owed her ex-boyfriend at least a hand job for that incredible orgasm. And tonight she didn’t want to pull away, as he’d pulled her away from Dan.

  Now there was a question she’d never expected to have to ask her lover. Do you mind if I let Paul come in my hand? It’s only fair.

  But Paul led the way to the couch, sprawling in front of her and undoing his zipper. His thick cock jutted from his boxers and he peeled them away as if he were revealing a gift. He was big, she remembered that much. Spencer had nothing to worry about in that department, but she’d definitely be giving her cheeks a workout. From Paul’s expectant expression, she was reasonably sure a hand job wouldn’t be enough.

  She didn’t glance back at Spencer, because apparently the two men had coordinated how this scenario would work. Somehow she’d missed their cues. Or maybe guys had an instinct for this sort of thing.

  She clearly didn’t, however. When she knelt, Spencer dragged her back up until she was bent forward with her legs spread and her weight supported by the cushions on either side of Paul’s hips.

  “Uh uh, you’re not done yet. Now that cunt’s mine.”

  Cunt? Her neck nearly snapped as she tried to look back at him. He didn’t talk that way, except when he was turned-on.

  The word cunt sounded so damn sexy when he said it. Crude in a way that made her hot. But nothing could compete on the naughty score when she was leaning over Paul’s straining erection, her wet lips a fraction away from the bead of pre-cum gathered at the tip. Though Spencer hadn’t stopped her from sucking Dan—in a way he’d even encouraged it—Paul wouldn’t take long to finish off. And still Spencer didn’t pull her back.

  Tonight he’d pushed the limits back a few miles. Or maybe she had. It was hard to tell anymore.

  Spencer’s cock nudged her dripping cleft. Oh yeah, he was harder than she’d ever felt him before, throbbing with leashed need. Heat emanated from his shaft and she wiggled her ass, itching for him to finally impale her. He grunted and jerked her forward, almost overbalancing her into Paul’s lap.

  She heaved out a breath and watched Paul’s eyes almost roll back in his head from the contact. If just air had him on the verge of convulsions, what would her mouth do?

  They were about to find out.

  “Two for one,” Spencer said, the steely command in his voice inflaming her beyond belief.

  Only one man could boss her around in the bedroom—or on the club couch—and have a chance in hell of her not telling him where to go. And that was Spencer Galvin.

  “God, let me have your mouth,” Paul groaned, lifting his hips.

  Kelly didn’t move. Even after two orgasms, there was still something else she wanted before she’d start satisfying an
yone else. Right now she was the greediest, luckiest woman in that club.

  She rubbed her ass tantalizingly against Spencer, her meaning obvious. Fuck me now. Before I make another man come, I want you inside me.

  With a violent hiss, Spencer claimed her cunt, marking his territory with a series of shallow thrusts. Good boy. Very good boy. A smile stretched across her mouth, disappearing as she panted out her relief at his response.

  Her pulse spiked dangerously as she set her gaze on the hard-on in front of her. Now she had work to do.

  She’d given Paul blowjobs before—her first one ever, actually—but this was different. The first time she’d slid her lips around the head of his cock, she’d been a bundle of nerves and he’d been so patient, letting her take her time.

  That wasn’t the case tonight. Now he drove up between her parted lips, sliding over her tongue and into her throat before she’d had more than a few breaths to prepare. But the velvety hardness fucking her mouth couldn’t compare with the cock teasing her entrance, wedging in and easing out with little slippery plunges that made her moan around Paul’s length.

  Both men groaned in unison. She didn’t know how she heard them over the loud music, but she was linked to each of them. Every time she took more of Paul’s cock, Spencer slid out, the three of them working as one. She accepted as much of Paul’s erection as she could, hoping Spencer would pummel her pussy the way she craved.

  Paul tugged on her hair, his pulls sharp and frantic as she bathed him with long licks. She cupped his sac in her hand, drawing on his balls slightly, shifting her body so Spencer could see what she was doing if he angled just right. She wished she could watch him while she serviced Paul but she could read his reaction from the fierceness of his fucking. He was beyond aroused, beyond control. Beyond going back.

  And so was she. She was going to come again, her knees almost buckling with the climax hovering just outside her reach. The way Spencer kept powering into her, she’d be there before she’d finished the blowjob.

  Paul gasped and she sucked harder, her fingers working their magic on his balls. She didn’t yank her head away when he started to come. She wanted the tangible proof of her power over these two sexy men in her mouth. She closed her eyes and relished the nutty taste as she swallowed and swallowed.

  She drew back, crying out when Spencer tensed behind her, his muscled thighs cradling the back of hers as he forced himself in and out of her swollen sex, coasting on the slick evidence of her desire. Then she felt his cock thicken almost imperceptibly as he drove home one last time, setting off her own endless orgasm as his warm release jetted deep inside her pussy.

  She moaned incoherently, swaying against Paul. Her ex kissed her temple, reassuring her with sexy whispers. And he held her, not letting her fall.

  Spencer didn’t leave the hot cocoon of her body right away. She could still hear his rough breathing, absorbed the brunt of his still hammering hips. Even his residual pulses inside her made her moan.

  He stroked her back, rubbing her spine gently as he withdrew. “Sit down, honey.”

  First cunt, now honey. She didn’t know which term shocked her more.

  God, she’d never experienced anything so…huge in her life. So damn close to ecstasy. She couldn’t stand for it to end.

  Paul cupped her cheeks and softly kissed her lips. “Nice seeing you again, Kelly,” he whispered, smiling. “Take care.”

  Then he eased out from under her and she dropped into his spot, half-dead from pleasure. She stared dumbly as Spencer zipped up and he and Paul exchanged what sounded like some sort of goodbye pleasantries. This wasn’t at all like what had happened with Dan the other night. This was much more genial.

  Thank you for giving my lover head and making her come. I hope the BJ she gave you was satisfactory. Have a nice life.

  Kelly shook her head and closed her eyes. Too weird.

  Then she fell asleep.

  * * * * *

  Kelly rubbed her cheek against Spencer’s chest, his strongly masculine scent her lifeline. Her feet were on the floor, her ass sunk into the cushions where who knew how many other bodies had held the same position. But she barely noticed any of it. All she knew was his heartbeat was a steady thrum under her skin and—

  “I didn’t use a condom.”

  She rubbed her eyes, sure she’d misheard the dazed statement he’d uttered against her brow. How long had she been asleep? Or passed out? Her guess was no more than a couple of minutes. This place wasn’t exactly conducive to napping. Yet as loud as the club was, she felt as if they’d somehow spun a protective web of intimacy over the couch stationed in one corner of the dance floor.

  Dance floor. They hadn’t even bothered to go upstairs to the lounge. Not that she’d really been in the right mind for worrying about their location.

  She lifted her head and looked around drowsily, noting the couple going at it on a barstool a few feet away. So much for downstairs being vanilla. Maybe that depended on the crowd.

  And maybe vanilla here was a relative term. At least they hadn’t been flogging each other.

  “Did you hear what I said?”

  No. Not really. Didn’t he get that her hearing had fled with most of her other senses? It was his fault, after all. “What did you say?”

  He jerked up her chin. “No condom.”

  “Okay,” she said slowly, waiting for the punch line. Did he expect her to freak out because he hadn’t come prepared? There were bowls of them all over the place but maybe he hadn’t been thinking. She sure hadn’t been. Still wasn’t. “I’m clean. You?”

  Her eyes widened at his silence. “Oh no.” Visions of painful blood tests filled her already woozy head. “You do come here an awful lot.”

  His scowl went a long way to soothing her ragged nerves. “I’m clean. Jesus, Kelly. Do you really think I stick my dick in any available hole? That’s not the point.”

  More crude language.So not Spencer. “Then?”

  “Are you on the Pill?”

  Was he really having this discussion in the middle of a sex club? After the deed had already been done? “Pill, IUD, shots. I do them all. God forbid one sneaky sperm shoot through.”

  He stared at her, his face strained. “This isn’t a joke. If you can get pregnant, you need to tell me now so we can—”

  “So we can what? Search out a half-dozen morning-after pills to make sure there’s no chance your oh-so-potent seed did its job?”

  Annoyed and not sure why, she yanked away from him—though her sweaty body seemed quite willing to remain plastered to his side—and bent to search for her panties. Remembering they’d disappeared a long time ago, she struggled to her feet.

  And promptly pitched right back onto Spencer, who caught her with something between a laugh and a growl. “A little weak-kneed yet?” The possessiveness in the question wasn’t lost on her as his hand found her breast, cupping it through her dress. Her severely rucked up and wrinkled dress. “Sit a minute. Where are you running off to?”

  “Home.” With effort she managed not to purr as his long, talented fingers toyed with her nipple. “Alone.”

  That caused his eyebrow to lift. “I’m not invited to your bed?”

  “No, just like you don’t like me in yours.” Hard to sniff when your breast was in a guy’s palm, but she gave it a try. “I need to get some sleep for a change. I have to work tomorrow.”

  “It’s past midnight.”

  “So?”

  “So call in tomorrow. Play hooky.”

  Now she was the one who stared. She pressed her hand against his forehead. He was hot, yes, but that was to be expected after the prime ramming he’d given her. “Do you have the flu?”

  “Why?” He smirked as his wandering fingers plucked at her other nipple. “You’re entitled to a day off now and then. Which you haven’t taken in months, by the way. You have sick and vacation time coming out of your very fine ears.”

  She shrugged. “I don’t get sick very often.
“ She gasped when he gripped her nipple between his knuckles and twisted. That bordering-on-painful gesture felt sinfully good. “We just finished having sex. What are you doing?”

  “Maybe I’m not the only one who needs to learn about foreplay.”

  “It’s not fore when we’ve already fucked.”

  “It is when we’re going to fuck again.”

  Again, the swearing. She gaped at him, noting the fever-brightness of his eyes in the near dark. “There’s no way you can be ready.” She swallowed as she shifted on his lap and felt the thick erection lodged against her hip. “I know you don’t sleep so what’s your secret? Vitamins? Power water? Hyperbaric chamber and erection meds”

  He didn’t smile. “You.”

  “Are you sure it’s not that you get off seeing me suck off another guy?”

  “I got off. As did you. And if you hadn’t been so into him, I’d have put my foot down before your mouth got anywhere his dick.”

  “I wasn’t into him. Exactly. We…used to know each other.”

  His gaze sharpened. “Who was he?”

  “My first lover,” she said, surprised she could still feel sheepish when she’d just engaged in her second threesome. Sort of. Did it count if both guys didn’t penetrate? Was there a handbook for this sort of thing?

  “I bet he’s seeing the error of his ways,” he muttered, his tone dark. “Too bad. He had his chance.”

  Her heart fluttered. Her pussy clenched. Two reactions he seemed to coax from her effortlessly. “Spencer, I’m exhausted.”

  What was he trying to do to her? Get her hooked on sex? Dependent on hearing his soft breaths against her ear, on his growing ability to know what she wanted and give it before she could ask? She was teetering on the precipice of something she couldn’t step back from, but he didn’t seem to get that. If he did, he would run far and fast.

  How would he react if she told him she was in love with him? She’d tried to fight it. Hard. Maybe she was just severely infatuated. Perhaps the extra hormone boost made the situation seem more dire than it actually was.