by Carew, Opal
Whatever it was, Liam would do anything to help him sort it out. Sloan deserved some happiness, and the way Liam saw it, he’d never find it if he didn’t learn to loosen up.
Sloan put his paper plate on the counter and leaned back. “Listen, talking about women…”
“Women? I’m all ears, buddy. I’m a single man now. And just so you know, I’m beyond ready to start sowing my wild oats again.”
“Yeah, well, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. There is this new woman I’m seeing.”
Sloan hesitated. Maybe he was going to open up after all.
“The one who’s nothing serious,” Liam said.
“That’s right. I have … kind of a strange request.”
Liam sipped his root beer and waited, giving Sloan time to figure out what he needed to say.
“This woman … she’s into some wild and crazy things. She likes a lot of excitement.”
Liam raised an eyebrow. “You want to borrow my motorcycle?”
Sloan glanced at him, interest in his eyes. “That’s not a bad idea, but it’s not what I was going to ask.”
“What, then?”
“She’s into … more than one man at a time.”
Liam laughed. “You’re kidding.” This must be some kind of joke. That was not Sloan’s type of scene. Derek’s maybe—no, definitely. But Sloan?
“I’m dead serious. I promised to set her up with a special fantasy. Sex with a stranger. Are you willing to help me out?”
“And I’d be the stranger?”
“She knows me, so … yeah.”
“And you and I”—he flicked his finger back and forth—“would both…? At the same time?”
“That’s right. You in?”
Liam’s groin tightened at the thought. If this hot babe was as wild as Sloan claimed, how far would she go to please a guy? What would she let a guy do to her?
“Are you kidding me? When and where?”
* * *
Janine entered Sloan’s house and glanced around. It suited him, with the strong, robust lines of the furniture, the dark colors, the nature art on the walls.
“A glass of red wine?” Sloan asked.
“A vodka cooler would be nice.”
She sat down on the burgundy leather couch as he headed into the kitchen, then returned a moment later with a tall glass of clear, bubbly liquid. She sipped the drink, then set it down. Her glance landed on the two stripper poles in the corner of the room about two feet apart. They were those pressure ones, so they could be dismounted easily.
“I take it those are for our little adventure tonight.”
He sat beside her. “True. I understand you have a penchant for handcuffs.” His hand stroked along her shoulder, left bare by her halter-style dress.
She smiled. “Are you going to use handcuffs on me?”
He kissed the side of her neck, sending tingles quivering through her. “Well, I wouldn’t want you to peek at your stranger. And I wouldn’t want you to run away.”
“Run away? Because the stranger will ravage me?”
He nuzzled the sensitive flesh at the base of her neck and heat washed through her. “Ravage you. Yes.”
He tucked his finger under her chin and turned her face, then captured her lips. His arms encircled her and he pulled her against his solid body.
A chirping sound interrupted them and he drew away, then pulled his cell phone from his pocket and glanced at the display.
“My friend is almost here. It’s time to get you ready.”
She picked up her glass and took a couple more sips, excitement zinging through her. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
She stood up and walked toward the poles. Sloan grabbed a pair of handcuffs sitting on the end table beside the couch and clamped one bracelet around her wrist. He backed her up to the poles and fastened her to one of them. Then he fastened another cuff around her other wrist and fastened it to the other pole. His stared straight down, his gaze lingering on her breasts swelling from her plunging neckline.
“Mmm. Nice view.” He picked up a black satin eye mask and positioned it over her eyes. A thin elastic strap held it in place. “Can you see anything?”
She shook her head. “Not a thing.” Total blackness filled her world.
She felt his warm hands on her shoulders and tingles danced through her as they glided down her arms.
“My friend will be here in a few moments.” He stroked over her breasts, then cupped them. “I left the door unlocked. He’ll walk in any moment.”
Sloan leaned close. She felt his breath on her ear, then felt the soft brush of his lips.
“He’ll see me touching you.” His fingers slipped under her halter dress and inside the cup of her strapless bra. “He’ll see me caressing you.”
He teased her hardening nipple with his fingertip. “Then he’ll touch you, too. And caress you.”
Heat washed through her.
Had she heard the door open? Was there someone else here?
Sloan’s fingers glided down her back … then she realized he was undoing the zipper of her dress. He untied the halter strap at the back of her neck and the dress dropped to the floor. She felt naked and exposed, even though she still had on a bra and panties. A strapless black lace bra and a tiny thong held up with a rhinestone waistband. She felt sexy and wanton—and vulnerable.
And intensely turned-on.
Sloan’s lips found hers, and he kissed her soundly.
“My friend’s here,” he murmured.
Ten
Janine felt Sloan slip away.
Silence filled the black void around her. It would be easy to believe that she stood in a dark room where the men could not see her. But their world was full of light, and they—he, this stranger—could see her perfectly well, standing there wearing barely anything at all.
She could feel the stranger moving close to her. His heat, or an energy about him, or something. Then she could feel his breath on her temple as he leaned close to her.
“You have a safe word?”
His voice was deep and a little gravelly. Very sexy.
“Yes,” she answered.
“Tell me what it is.”
“Dragon.”
“Good.”
Something touched her shoulder and she almost jumped. He stroked lightly across her shoulder, then down her arm. Goose bumps quivered along her skin.
“Say your safe word again.”
“Dragon.”
He brushed his raspy cheek against hers and murmured, “Now don’t say it again unless you mean it. If you say the word ‘dragon’ I will end this immediately. Understand?”
She nodded. Excitement quivered through her at his air of complete authority.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good. Now, you are doing this of your own free will, right? It was your idea?”
“Well, originally, it was my idea, but Sloan—”
“Just answer the question.” He stroked a finger along her cheek. “You agreed to have Sloan bring me here—a stranger—to have sex with you?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He stroked along the side of her neck. “Because I want to have sex with you. You are a very beautiful woman. Very sexy.” He stroked downward, then brushed his fingertips over the swell of her breast, above the lace edging of her bra. “I’d like to see your naked breasts, so I’m going to take off your bra.” His fingers continued along the other cup. “I’m not asking your permission. I’m just doing it.”
His hands glided around her, the heat of him enveloping her, and he released the hooks of her bra. She felt the fabric peel away from her body. As soon as the cool air hit her skin, her nipples hardened.
“Your breasts are quite lovely.”
She felt the light touch of something brushing her nipple, and it tightened even more.
“And I see you’re turned-on.”
She felt his face close to hers.
> “I’m turned-on, too,” he murmured in that sexy, gravelly voice.
His lips nuzzled below her ear, and she almost cried out as tingles raced down her neck and through her aching body.
He cupped her naked breasts, enveloping them in the warmth of his big hands. He kneaded them as he nuzzled her neck, then kissed downward. She gasped as he caught one nipple in his mouth. He licked it, then swirled his tongue over it. She arched against him, his mouth on one breast, his hand on the other, still caressing her. He captured her other nipple, sucking it gently at first, then with more intensity.
Finally, he drew away. She could feel his hot gaze on her.
“You look so hot standing there, your breasts naked, your nipples standing up, hard and needy. If I asked you to, would you touch yourself?”
She pulled at the chains holding her hands away from her.
“If I free your hand, would you touch your pussy? Stroke it for me?”
“Yes.”
He grasped her right wrist, and she heard a click and the metal bracelet around her wrist unfastened. He lifted her hand and pressed his lips to her palm. He kissed it, then ran the tip of his tongue along her skin, tracing a line on her palm. Her insides fluttered and heat seeped through her. He pressed her hand to her belly, then downward. She felt his finger tuck under the elastic of her thong and draw it forward. Then he guided her hand underneath the fabric.
He released her wrist and she stroked her fingertips over her curls.
“Tell me what you feel.”
“I feel the hair.”
“You aren’t shaved?” he asked.
“I’ve trimmed it. Into a star shape.”
He chuckled. “I can hardly wait to see.”
She pushed her hand deeper into her panties, her fingertips stroking her slit.
“Are you stroking your pussy now?”
“Yes.” She stroked over it several times, the flesh becoming more damp.
“Is it wet?”
“Yes.”
“Push your fingers inside.”
She slid her fingers into the slick heat of her vagina.
“How wet are you?”
“Very wet.”
“I can hardly wait to feel how wet you are. Now push your fingers in and out.”
She did as he said, getting hotter with each stroke. He cupped her breasts and caressed them, his thumbs toying with her nipples. Then his hands glided down her body and he tugged at the elastic of her thong.
“I want to see your fingers pushing in and out.” He pulled down the front of her panties, exposing her fingers.
She pushed inside again. He drew her panties down her thighs, to her ankles.
“You have a beautiful pussy.”
His finger traced the star as she continued to glide in and out of her slick folds.
“My cock is hard from watching you. Do you want to touch it?”
“Yes, please.”
He grasped her wrist and guided her hand forward. Her fingers came in contact with hot, hard flesh. She wrapped her slick fingers around a solid shaft.
“You are wet. I can feel the wetness on your fingers.”
She stroked his big shaft, gliding to the tip, then cupped her hand around his cockhead, teasing under the ridge with her fingertips. He twitched. She glided down again and felt his testicles against her fingers. She slid underneath and cradled them in her hand, caressing them.
“I want you to suck my cock,” he murmured in a hoarse voice. “Would you do that for me?”
“I’d like that.”
“I have a stool.” Sloan’s voice startled her.
She’d forgotten he was still here, watching them.
Sloan’s hands grasped her hips from behind. “I’ve put it behind you. Just sit down.”
He guided her as she sat down. She felt the cushioned surface beneath her, then settled onto it. Sloan’s hands slid up her body, then stroked her hair back from her face.
The man in front of her released her breasts and Sloan’s hands cupped them in his place. She wrapped her hand around the big cock in front of her and drew it to her lips. She licked his shaft, then lapped her tongue over his tip.
“Your mouth feels good on me.”
Encouraged, she wrapped her lips around his cockhead then she took him into her mouth. She tightened around him and swirled her tongue over his tip again. Around and around. Then she slid forward, taking more of his shaft, solid, hard, its veins pulsing.
She pulled back and glided deep again. Opening her throat, she took him as deep as she could, satisfied by his groan of pleasure. His fingers stroked through her long hair as she moved up and down on him. She drew back, then swirled her hand around his exposed shaft while she sucked on his corona.
“Oh, man, that is heaven.” But he tightened his fingers in her hair and coiled it around his hand, then drew her face away from his cock. “Now I want to watch you suck Sloan’s cock.”
Sloan released her breasts and a moment later, the stranger took her hand from his cock and guided it away, then pressed it to Sloan’s cock. She wrapped her hand around it. Sloan stepped closer and she took the tip her mouth. As she swirled her tongue around his big cockhead, the stranger stroked her hair.
“His cock is so big I’m surprised you can get your mouth around it.”
She glided downward, taking Sloan deeper. His big cock was a challenge, but she opened and took him deep into her.
“Impressive. Stroke the rest of his cock with your hand.”
She swirled her hand around the thick shaft below her lips, then drew back, sucking him.
“Now both of us,” Sloan said.
As she glided her lips from Sloan’s erection, she felt another brush her lips. She felt for the other cock. Both cockheads were touching side by side. She wrapped her fingers around the stranger’s, then ran her tongue over one, then the other. She wrapped her lips around the stranger, and sucked, then released him and sucked Sloan’s bigger head. One, then the other, back and forth. The stranger’s slipped away and she licked the length of Sloan’s long shaft.
“God, that’s sexy,” the stranger said. “Now suck him deep, and keep sucking until he comes in your mouth.”
The sexy words sent electric thrills through her. She tightened her hand around Sloan’s thick shaft, then pulsed up and down on his cock, squeezing him in her mouth. Her hands glided under his balls and she caressed while bobbing up and down.
“Oh, sweetheart.” Sloan’s hand cupped her head as she sucked and squeezed him.
His balls tightened in her hand, and he erupted in her mouth with a groan. She continued to squeeze him in her mouth until he stroked her cheek, then drew away.
“I’d like a closer look at that little star of yours,” said the stranger.
She felt the stranger’s hands on her knees, and he drew them apart as he knelt in front of her. He grasped her hips and eased her forward on the stool until she perched on the edge. She felt his fingertip trace the outline of the star shape as he had earlier. Then she felt his breath on her stomach … and the tip of his tongue grazing the top edge of the star.
He moved lower. His fingers stroked along the sides of her folds and she felt his tongue dip into her then drag along her wet slit. Then he covered her, his hot mouth enveloping her. His tongue teased her clit. His fingers found her wetness and glided inside her.
She grabbed his shoulder. “Oh, that feels so good.”
He pulsed his fingers inside her and she tightened around him, but his fingers weren’t enough. She wanted his cock. Then he sucked on her clit and bursts of light bounced around inside her head as pleasure spiked.
He sucked again and she moaned, an orgasm washing over her. His tongue continued to swirl over her sensitive nub, prolonging the pleasure.
Finally, he drew away and she gasped for air.
“Oh, please, fuck me.”
“I told you she’s a dirty girl,” Sloan said. He took her free hand and clamped the handcuff around i
t again. “Stand up.”
“Who do you want to fuck you, Janine?” the stranger asked.
“Oh, God. Both of you.”
The stranger chuckled. “You’re right. She’s a very dirty girl.” He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her close to his body. He was naked and his erection pressed against her stomach. “Do you want us at the same time?”
The thought of both cocks driving into her sent hormones coiling through her.
“Yes.”
Sloan stepped behind her and pressed his body the length of hers, pushing her tighter against the man in front of her. Sloan was naked, too. Her breasts crushed against the stranger’s chest, Sloan’s huge cock pressed against her behind—she could barely catch her breath.
Sloan shifted his cock until it glided between her thighs and brushed over her slick slit. His cockhead pushed out in front of her and then he moved back and forth, stroking her sensitive, aroused flesh. The stranger stroked her breasts, then sucked one into his mouth. She moaned.
“Fuck me,” she insisted.
Sloan’s cock drew back, then brushed against her back opening. She stiffened and he chuckled.
“I think we’d better change positions,” Sloan said.
The heat of their bodies moved away and then she felt their hard bodies sandwich her again. A big cock pressed between her thighs from the front. Sloan. He pushed his cockhead to her slick opening, then glided slowly inside. She whimpered at the intense pleasure of his generous girth stretching her. He went deeper and deeper, until she thought she couldn’t take any more. Then he stopped, fully immersed in her.
He stroked his hands over her ass, then glided along her thighs, lifting her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around him.
“My turn.”
She felt the stranger’s cock press against her backside, pushing between her cheeks. His hard flesh felt slick. Lubricant. He pushed against her opening until she stretched around him. His cockhead pressed forward, sliding into her. He stopped for a moment, then eased forward again slowly, filling her. Finally he was fully immersed.
Both men’s bodies pressed tight against her, their big cocks fully inside her. She felt so full.
