by Nikki Sloane
She lingered over my breasts, following the curve of my body with her delicate hands, all the while her tongue teased mine. I was as interested in her as she was in me. Her kiss was shocking, intense, and so different from his. Foreign and exotic. I sighed into her, and her against me—
She sat up abruptly for the heat of her hands was gone. Had she changed her mind?
“Payton,” I gasped, filled with worry. “What’s—?”
She moved again, using a knee to guide my legs apart. I hadn’t really considered what she’d meant when she said she hadn’t been with another woman. It hadn’t registered until this moment, when the mattress groaned and her body slipped noisily across the sheets, lower. Until she was, I assumed, kneeling between my legs. Her hair trailed behind her mouth, tickling me as she ventured downward.
“Is this okay with you?” she asked. “If I lick this pussy?”
I couldn’t breathe. My hands wrapped around the ties, balling them into fists. If kissing wasn’t cheating, this certainly had to be. My traitorous body wanted it, but my mind? That was totally on the fence. Fingertips skimmed over the inside of my thigh when her mouth pressed into the flesh where I had been freshly waxed bare a few days ago. Logan was a fan of the look, and I found it sexy too.
She didn’t wait long for my answer, which was good because I pressed my lips together. Her mouth stopped wandering and left my skin, and I heard her settle into the mattress. Warm breath again told me how close she was, only a few inches away.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” she said. “Is any of that for me, or is it all for him?”
That only made matters worse in that department. I cried out, a mixture of shock and pleasure when her fingertips found me.
“I . . .” That was as far as I got. The fingers touched and explored, steady and even. It was like she was painting bliss with her fingers on me.
“Are you sure this is okay?” she asked again.
But she’d already gone too far for us to turn back. I was panting, and although I probably sounded ridiculous, I couldn’t stop myself. I drew a leg up until my knee was bent and let it fall to the side, urging her to do it.
“Oh, holy fuck,” I babbled the instant her tongue grazed me. My legs jerked with pleasure, falling farther apart and giving her greater access which she took advantage of. Her hot, wet mouth covered me, and the tongue caressed, back and forth, sizzling. Need built like a volcano and threatened to erupt. “For having never done it before, you’re doing a really good job,” I uttered on staggered breath.
She let loose a deep, low moan of satisfaction. In fact, she was loud. That wasn’t surprising. I’d walked in on her touching herself once and it was quite a production. She’d been so loud, it made me wonder if I wasn’t doing it right to myself because I didn’t sound like that.
“Does that feel good?” The tongue flicked hard over the tight bundle of nerves. I pushed the thoughts away that Payton was going down on me, and focused on her wicked mouth.
“Yes,” I encouraged. “Yes, right there.” I trembled under the power of her lips buried against my wet, swollen skin until I was writhing on the bed. I moved beneath her, shifting my hips back and forth, basically fucking her face. I moaned, louder and louder with every pass of her tongue.
“Oh, shit,” I blurted out. “You’re going to make me come.”
“I thought that was the point.”
No. And yes, god yes. Her tongue darted all the way inside. Wet, velvet pleasure. That’s what her tongue was. “I’m not allowed without his permission.”
She laughed like that was funny, but it was anything but amusing to me. I couldn’t disobey his rule with all I was already doing; I was being bad enough.
“Um, what?” she said.
“We have a rule that we can’t . . . oh, god . . . not allowed to come without permission.”
She paused. “How would he know?”
I don’t know how, but I knew it with certainty. “He just would.”
Her hands dragged up my thighs until she could use her fingers to spread me back, wider into her sensual kiss. Her mouth focused on my clit, and everything in me focused on that. I fought to steady my breathing.
“Please,” I moaned, trying to draw myself away from the edge.
“What do you want to do?”
I could have told her to stop. But no, I was too greedy for the promised orgasm. I hoped it didn’t sound as guilty as I felt. “We have to call him.”
The mouth stopped and pulled back, and I sighed in frustration. Footsteps carried her away into the kitchen, and she was gone for forever. There was a loud rustling as Payton dug through my purse, and a bang like it fell to the floor, followed by mumbling. She thundered back in, resuming her position on the bed, and a thumb brushed over me seconds before the mouth returned.
“Fuck,” I said. In a heartbeat, I was right back at the edge of the orgasm, aching for release. “That feels too good. Did you get my phone?”
She set something cold, heavy and square on my stomach. “Here you go. Call him.”
I couldn’t because my arms were tied above my head. Tied well, too. Had she lied and spent the afternoon practicing goddamn knots? “You have to dial and put it on speaker.”
“I’m busy.” Her tongue lashed at where I was dripping wet.
“Oh my god, Payton, you have to. Please.” I bit down on my lip, my face scrunching in concentration on holding it back.
“What do you need to ask him for?”
What? Did eating me out make her forgetful? “I need his permission to come.”
“Go ahead,” Logan answered.
chapter
TWENTY-TWO
A panicked noise tore from my throat, but Payton didn’t let it deter her from her task. Oh shit. My brain disconnected and shut off, and the tequila told me it had it covered when I tried to find a response. I hadn’t seen him at the office once today, although, technically, I wasn’t seeing him now either. “Happy birthday.”
“Yeah, I’d say so.”
His startling announcement that I had permission to come had actually derailed things a bit. My heart raced and my breath came and went is short, gulping gasps, and I was going to die if he didn’t say something.
“Logan—”
Two steps, almost silent, thudded on the carpet and his warm hand cupped my face. “Yes, naughty girl?” His deep, quiet voice flooded my ears, filling them with memories of last time I’d had a blindfold on.
“How long have you been there?”
“She was asking me if it was okay to go down on you.” His lips touched mine, and the sensation of kissing him, while Payton’s tongue dipped between my folds pushed me to the brink. “I’m impressed. Last time you had a blindfold on you were quite the rule-breaker.” He kissed me at full intensity and my back arched off the bed. My hands strained to try to wrap around him. I needed him now.
“I want to come with you inside me,” I whispered.
“She seems to be doing such a good job, though.” He was quiet, considering. “Can you move up and sit against the headboard?”
I didn’t understand, but I did as he asked, sliding up on the bed so I was upright and the wood of the headboard rested flat against my back. Whatever he had planned, she must have understood. Both sets of hands touched my knees, gently pushing them back so I had them spread.
“I like the way she tastes,” Payton said. Her tongue swiped again, and I moaned loudly. It felt great, but it wasn’t what I wanted.
“Her pussy tastes amazing,” he said. The mattress sagged suddenly, like a huge, concentrated amount of weight was on it, and then it shifted again, closer to me. One on either side of my hips. He was standing on the bed, over me. Jeans were unsnapped, a zipper pulled down.
“Open your mouth, naughty girl.”
I gasped and parted my lips to draw air in, and the fleshy head of his dick shoved inside. I accepted it, thrilled, but what about what I’d asked for? Fingers trailed up my face, slipping beneath the
blindfold to push it up on my forehead. Just enough to give me a peek.
He had one arm bent against the wall, his forehead resting against it and his gorgeous eyes cast down on mine. His other hand was wrapped around his dick, holding himself at the right angle to fuck my mouth. I couldn’t see anything else, nor did I want to. I only wanted this man, and told myself the immense pleasure Payton was giving me was from him. He’d allowed this, after all.
“Now you can come while I’m inside you,” he said, his eyes gleaming. He slid his dick as far in as I could take it. Then, back and forth, in and out, slowly at first, like he was gauging how I could handle his thrusts with nothing to hold on to. If I’d had any control, I wouldn’t have been able to use it anyway. I was reaching a critical stage with my orgasm, and my body seized command.
“I love the way you look while you’re sucking my cock,” he whispered. I moaned loudly, and the vibration made him issue a sexy moan.
My eyelids fell closed. The crescendo inside me swelled until it was too powerful, and I succumbed to it, surrendering everything with what would have been a scream if my mouth wasn’t occupied. The pleasure started at my toes and rolled upward, through my knees and hips and up, up, up. Hands clasped around my head and he drove into my mouth, deep enough that he slammed into the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he cried. “Shit . . . shit, shit!”
His hot, thick liquid filled my mouth and rolled down my throat, and I swallowed it, still quaking around him. My eyes fluttered open to find him staring down at me with that intense expression I so loved from him. He was devastatingly handsome, the most beautiful in this moment.
I’d made it rather clear I’d come, and Payton’s mouth had ceased. The bed shifted as she sat back, but right before I got a look, Logan tugged the blindfold down, stealing my vision and my breath in an instant. His zipper rang out once more, but this time it was to do his jeans back up, and I jostled when he stepped off of the bed.
No one spoke, no one moved, leaving me with the impression they were both waiting for me to. But I was still shuddering, and naked, and felt too vulnerable to do anything. Hair swept across my chest and her lips caressed mine.
“Will you share him with me?” she asked.
Blank. That’s what my mind went. It felt like ten seconds had passed from the moment I realized Logan was in the room up until now. Nowhere near enough time to consider whether or not I was okay with a full-on threesome.
“I need more tequila,” I said, avoiding answering.
“Payton, do you mind? Give us a minute,” he said. She made hardly any noise as she departed to the kitchen. I could feel the hesitation in him as he sat on the edge of the bed. The first words out of my mouth had been “Happy birthday,” so he had to have assumed I was gifting him a three-way. Was I okay with doing that? She obviously was.
“Do you want to be shared?” I asked him.
His hands cupped my face gently and he feathered a kiss on my lips. “You’re more than enough for me, you know that, right? But . . . I’m definitely up for whatever.”
I appreciated his skill at sounding indifferent, but he was a man, after all. I knew he wanted it, and he’d said he’d never had one. Men paid thousands of dollars for Payton, and he had paid thousands for me. Both of us at once? How could he not want that?
“What are you thinking?” His mouth danced across my collarbone, working lower.
I had already gone down on another woman in front of him, so the idea of returning the favor on Payton wasn’t much of an issue. Honestly, I had already considered that a possibility, depending on how much both of them wanted to recreate that night at the club. She knew it, even without discussing it, because we knew each other so well. And Payton was stunningly beautiful, plus she certainly knew how to have no-strings-attached sex. But sharing him?
“She’s a professional,” I said.
“You’re worried I’ll like it better with her?” He licked the side of my breast. “Not fucking possible. You are mine, and I am yours.” The mouth on me trailed wet, open kisses from one nipple to the other, teasing me with teeth. “I’m yours to share, or to keep just for yourself.”
I loved him so completely, and knew his words were true. “Take off the blindfold,” I said, quietly.
He pushed it up onto my forehead and I blinked. The sun had set, but it was still bright enough outside to heat the room with light. Logan sat beside me, leaning close, one hand on the bed on either side of my body, his gaze searing and full of love.
“Okay,” I whispered. “But . . . I have rules.”
It was like all the air drained from his lungs. Then his mouth crashed into mine with a kiss that dripped with lust and desire and sin, and I knew instantly I wasn’t going to regret this choice.
“Payton,” he said, his voice raised so she could hear. “Can you join us?”
She sauntered in, clutching the bottle of tequila by the neck, her eyes searching my face for confirmation.
“I have rules,” I repeated.
She took a swig off of the bottle, and he held out a hand, requesting she pass it to him. It was so he could take a long pull on it, not me. He set the bottle on his side table, and his deep, intense gaze locked with mine.
“You can’t kiss her, not on the lips,” I said. That was actually one of Payton’s rules anyway. The one thing she didn’t check on her willing list.
He gave me a wicked smile, like he was pleased I wanted to save that for myself.
“What else?” he asked. I hesitated, unsure of how to put it into words. His voice fell to a hush when his mouth returned to my breasts. “Tell me, Evie.”
“You have to wear a condom with her.” I felt like I needed to explain further. “That connection with nothing between us? It’s only with me.”
“Yes,” he said instantly.
“And you can’t come with her,” I said. “You have to finish with me.”
The wicked smile reappeared. “Absolutely. What else?”
“That’s it.”
Three simple rules; was there more I was supposed to say?
He straightened with what appeared to be surprise. “So . . . everything else is allowed?” His eyes left mine and darted to Payton for a moment, who looked utterly thrilled. When his focus returned to me, it was serious. “I can touch her, anywhere?”
“Yes.”
His voice was hypnotic. “I can put my mouth on her, anywhere? Other than her lips?”
“Yes,” I answered. Fingertips trailed down my neck, down the flesh of my breasts where my nipples were still hard knots, stopping just above my legs. A mere inch above where the need was beginning again.
“I can put my cock in her, anywhere?” His voice dropped so low it was only a hint of a question.
I swallowed, trying to imagine the concept of watching him fuck her, and unexpected heat poured through me. “Yes.”
She didn’t need to hear anything else. Her hands yanked her top off, and she dropped it to the floor, exposing her black sheer mesh bra that gave away everything.
“Your tits are amazing,” I echoed back to her from before, and Logan startled, as if excited that I would phrase it this way. His hand went behind his back and yanked his t-shirt over his head, discarding it to the floor. Apparently, being tidy wasn’t the highest priority right now, but then again, I knew this. He’d left that broken glass of wine on the kitchen floor our first night together.
It was erotic watching them survey each other. He stood and moved deliberately to her, going behind her so both sets of eyes were on me, watching for any signal I’d changed my mind. His fingers crept over her shoulder, gliding down her smooth, tan skin. The fingers slipped under the cup of her bra and touched her while he set his mouth on her opposite shoulder, his unblinking gaze locked with mine.
I wouldn’t have thought in a million years I would like watching him put his hands on another woman. I didn’t just like it, I fucking loved it. I wanted . . .
“Take off her b
ra,” I commanded.
Oh, he really liked that. I’d never given him much of a command before, but it was obvious I was going to have to do that more often. His hand abandoned her for a moment so he could undo the clasp, and then she pulled the fabric away, arching her back into him when both of his hands encircled her breasts from behind. She made a soft noise of pleasure and her eyes shut, but his continued on mine. Even when he rubbed her full breasts, pushing them together and rolling her dark nipples between his fingers.
It wasn’t enough for her. Fingernails lacquered in a dark cherry nail polish flew to the waistband of her jeans and unzipped them.
“Put your hand inside her panties,” I said, although I don’t know how – I felt like I wasn’t breathing. Her moan was filled with aching need when his large hand disappeared inside the undone jeans barely clinging to her hips.
“I think going down on you got her turned on.”
His hand stirred inside her pants and she gasped at his touch. I shifted on the bed, closing my legs. I’d never been more turned on. When I’d watched her those years ago on stage, it wasn’t anything like this. I’d been turned on, sure, but it was embarrassing with all those other people around. It had filled me with unnecessary shame. Here, this show was only for me.
The hand not inside her pants left her breast to shove her jeans down to the floor, and she stepped out of them, exposing her curvy, long legs. Her matching lace panties let me see exactly what he was doing and how he was touching her.
“You have two hands,” I said to him. “One of them is for me.”
“You’re absolutely right. Payton, sit next to her.”
He withdrew from her, and she crawled seductively on her hands and knees across the bed toward me. And just as she leaned in to kiss me, his hands tugged the blindfold back into place. I both wanted it and didn’t want it. I heard her shifting on the sheets as she freed herself from her panties, and now she was as naked as I was. Maybe not seeing Logan’s eyes on her body was a good thing. Her hip was up against me, and one of her legs went over mine, so we were both spread out before him.
