Bad in Bed

by Faye Avalon

  He frowned, but said nothing. Strange. Again she’d expected him to question her about what she had in mind, but he remained silent on the matter, just as he had earlier on the phone.

  Soon the bar became standing-room-only and Marco was rushed off his feet. One barman down, he roped Ethan into helping out and Amber found herself propping up the bar while enjoying the sight of two hot men pouring pints and mixing cocktails.

  Between drinks, Ethan kept a close eye on her, making sure she was okay and her drink was topped up. With perhaps one too many margaritas under her belt, she felt decidedly mellow as Ethan helped Marco usher the last customers from the bar before locking up.

  Leaning her elbow on the bar, Amber dropped her chin into her hand and studied Ethan. He was powerful, muscular, and sexy as sin. Not only that but he made her feel cherished, desired, strong. It would be so very easy to fall for him big time. Maybe she already had. Perhaps she was even halfway in love with him.

  She thought of him constantly. His hands on her, his mouth, his touch. He made her feel good. Amazing. Sensual. Feminine. Horny.

  Damn. She really had imbibed too many margaritas. Suppressing a giggle she tugged down her skirt as it rode up her thighs, noting that the men exchanged a look as they walked toward her. Ethan leaned across to murmur something in Marco’s ear. Marco grinned.

  Like brothers, Marco had said. Brothers who share.

  Amber thought of that woman, the woman who had captivated them both into taking her to bed. At the same time. What would that feel like? Two strapping, virile men sampling her, tasting her. Fucking her.

  Unable to stop herself, she wriggled on the bar stool, her skirt hitching up again. This time she didn’t pull it down. It seemed she’d come a long way since meeting Ethan. Her confidence had soared, so much that she actually fantasized about what it would be like having sex with two men. A few short days ago she’d been hard pressed to imagine one man wanting her that way.

  Deep in contemplation, she jumped and glanced up as the overhead lights went out. Only the red glow cast by the mirrored lights behind the bar kept them from being plunged into darkness.

  As Marco disappeared out the back, Ethan sat next to her. “Want to finish what we started earlier?”

  His deep voice echoed around the now empty bar and made her insides tremble.

  She nodded and grabbed her bag from the counter. “I’d like nothing more.”

  He stared at her for long moments, during which heat began to burn low in her pelvis. He took her bag and replaced it on the counter, then eased her from the stool. He kissed her, a light brush of mouths that only served to deepen her need for him.

  Slowly, he turned her until her back was against his chest. His arms came around her. “You know how beautiful you are?”

  Because she knew it was what he wanted, she gave a slow nod. “I’m starting to.”

  His lips grazed the side of her throat as he held her tight to him. “How about we speed up the process?”

  She fell into the slow, steady sideways sway he set up, closing her eyes against the graze of his mouth on her burning flesh. “What did you have in mind?”

  “Something to make you never doubt it again.” His warm breath tantalized as it brushed against her ear, then his teeth caught her earlobe and bit in gently. “You’re sexy, desirable, and any man with a dick would have to be dead not to want you.”

  He was remembering what Trevor had told her and what those women last night had said, Amber thought dreamily, as her head spun. He was trying to make her feel better, bolster her confidence. Typical Ethan.

  With one arm tight around her waist, his free hand disappeared beneath the waist of her top, his fingers searching for a breast. Her head fell back against his shoulder as he cupped her, his thumb sliding over her hard nipple and torturing her with his lack of speed.

  “Want to help me play out my fantasy?”

  She shivered as his warm breath brushed her ear, his voice so low she hardly recognised it. “I might.” She wriggled with pleasure as his tongue drew along her earlobe. “What does your fantasy involve?”

  “You. Naked.” He drew out each word, between small bites to her neck. “Spread out on that table over there.”

  With a smile, she let her head drop away further so he could keep doing what he was doing to her sensitive flesh. She arched her back, pushing her breast into his hand. “I don’t think Marco would appreciate our using his table for sex.”

  “Marco would think it’s pretty fucking hot.”

  Amber’s eyes shot open, her body on full alert as she stared at Marco leaning against the bar, watching them.

  She tried to pull away from Ethan, but he held firm. “Ethan?”

  His response was to increase the pressure of his hand covering her breast. When she glanced up at him, she found herself staring into his dark gaze. She returned her attention to Marco and watched as he pushed himself away from the bar and walked toward them.

  Standing in front of Amber, he raised one hand and touched his fingers to her face.

  Her stomach pitched as his forefinger slid to her mouth and he slowly traced along the plump lower lip.

  “Not only would I think it’s pretty fucking hot, I think I’d like to watch.”

  Oh, damn. Her legs went weak and she must have sagged a little because Ethan tightened his hold on her waist.

  The tip of Marco’s finger slipped into her mouth and traced along the inside edge. His other hand went to her top and he tucked his finger into the V, pulling it gently down until the upper edges of her breasts were visible.

  “Better still,” Marco drawled, his accent thick and deep, “I think I’d like to participate.” His fingers danced dangerously along the upper edge of the opposite breast to the one Ethan held in his hand. “Cat got your tongue, bella?”

  Something had, Amber decided as she swallowed and tried to keep upright. Her mouth was ridiculously dry while her blood heated to perilous levels. The dampness between her legs intensified until the thin strip of material barely covering her pussy felt hot and wet.

  She swallowed again, aware that Ethan was deceptively quiet. Although he hadn’t said anything, his hold on her intensified every time Marco spoke. She turned her head to look up at him again.

  His eyes smoldered the darkest blue, while his eyelids moved languidly as he blinked. “Is that what you want, gorgeous?”

  Oh sweet heaven. Was this really happening? Thoughts skittered along the periphery of her mind as she tried to make sense of what was going on—and how she felt about it. Was Ethan on board? Was the planning of a threesome the secret that had passed between the men, the one she imagined they’d shared and she hadn’t been party to? The possibility made her insides take a huge leap of anticipation. Of excitement. “I—is it what you want?” Her voice was barely a whisper and her heart beat so fast she could barely snatch in a breath.

  “This isn’t about me.” Ethan’s smile was as slow as the thumb that moved across her nipple. “Although can’t say I won’t enjoy what we do with you.”

  So he really was up for this.

  She glanced back at Marco. Could she go through with it? Could she really be part of a threesome? Two men. And her.

  Yes, her instincts screamed. Damn and blast it to hell, yes. Not that her nerves didn’t flamenco at the thought, and some stupid, crazy little part of her that still lacked the confidence in her own sexual abilities screamed back at those instincts that this could be a complete and unmitigated disaster.

  But could she let the chance go by? Refuse to follow through on a night that could be the most amazing experience of her life?

  Still she couldn’t shake the niggling possibility that she wouldn’t measure up for either of them. Despite Ethan’s assurances that she was hot, beautiful, sexy—and heavens she really was beginning to feel that way with him—what if she really did make a huge pig’s ear of this? Her confidence was slowly building when she was in bed with Ethan, and he made her feel like
she could experiment, could do things to him that blew his head off. She knew that for a fact. Men couldn’t fake it as well as a woman could. Not that she ever did. Not with Ethan. But with two men? At the same time?

  And how would she measure up to that other woman? The one they’d shared before. Would they make comparisons?

  Ethan put an end to her ruminations when he released her breast and the hold on her waist. Without his touch she felt unsteady, nervous like she’d never felt before. But when he moved back against her, pressing his chest—and bulging erection—to her body, she steadied.

  “We can take it slow,” he murmured against her ear as his fingers wrapped around the hem of her top. “If we do anything you don’t want or don’t like, just say. Okay?”

  She nodded, her head heavy on her neck. Briefly, she wondered again if she could see this through, but already knew she would regret it to the day she died if she didn’t give it a go. She wanted to know what it was like. Two men, both of whom made no secret that they found her attractive, desirable, and sexy.

  And as Ethan said, they would take it slow. She could call a halt at any time and knew without a doubt they would stop. She trusted Ethan would keep her safe and with that knowledge the final flutter of nerves floated away.

  She would do this.

  As if he’d sensed her acquiescence, Ethan began to peel up her top, watched by Marco who stood in front of her, his rich chocolate eyes almost black as he followed the movement of Ethan’s hands.

  “Lift your arms.” Ethan’s instruction came as he bared her breasts to Marco’s hot gaze. Amber raised her arms and felt cool air dance around her naked flesh while Marco engaged in a slow perusal of her body. Ethan tossed her top to the floor and when she lowered her arms, he reached around and cupped her breasts as if offering them to Marco.

  Marco wet his lips, met her eyes, and then lowered his head.

  The first touch of Marco’s tongue sent Amber jerking back against Ethan’s hard chest. She felt his kiss, soft against her temple and lay her head back against him, closing her eyes.

  Marco’s hot, wet tongue explored her nipple, his firm flicks hardening the nub until it was almost painful. Then he turned his attention to her other breast and offered the same delicious torture.

  She could feel Ethan’s hard length pushing into her ass, his chest expanding against her back as his breath deepened. Awareness of his pleasure intensified her own.

  Marco kissed one nipple, then the other, punctuating each touch with, “Soft. Warm. Ripe.” When he straightened up, his mouth was wet and he licked his lips. “Your tits are beautiful, as I knew they would be. Will every part of you taste the same, bella?”

  Her gaze was a little hazy as she watched Marco, then she felt Ethan release one breast and move back a little to reach for the waistband of her skirt. Slowly, he slid down her zip and the skirt dropped to the floor, leaving her standing between two fully clothed men in just a black lace thong that fitted where it touched and strappy heeled sandals.

  She felt amazing. Decadent. Sexy. And so turned on she wondered if she might simply combust.

  Ethan wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her from the floor. Moving backward he sat on a bar stool and hoisted her onto his lap.

  He positioned her legs so that they were on the outer side of his knees, then opened his legs a few inches, spreading her wide.

  Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as Marco moved toward her.

  He leaned down and kissed her, pushing his tongue hard into her mouth. With Ethan’s hands around her waist, Marco broke the kiss and reached out to draw her arms up and reach them back around Ethan’s neck.

  She held tight as Ethan released his hold on her waist and, with his hands free, touched his fingers to the top edge of her thong before sliding them slowly along her flesh. Her stomach jumped at the contact, every nerve ending alive to his touch. With erotic stealth, he slipped his fingers inside the black lace and came to a halt centimeters from her damp heat.

  Amber arched upward, trying to get him to make contact. “Still haven’t learned that patience, have you, gorgeous?” His low rumble of laughter made her pout. “Pity, because tonight you’re going to need it.”

  Chapter Ten

  Ethan’s fingers skimmed over her opening, barely making that much needed contact. He caught the thin strip of silk covering her pussy and drew it aside, revealing her to Marco’s scorching gaze.

  His eyes almost black, Marco stared at her. Then he dropped to his knees and placed his hands on her thighs. Cool air blew across her hot pussy, and Amber could barely resist lifting her hips again.

  Marco glanced up at Ethan, then looked back at Amber, his eyes registering that he’d sought and won his friend’s approval to proceed.

  With the hint of a smile on his full mouth, he kept his gaze on hers as he lowered his head.

  The first brush of his tongue against the seam of her pussy lips had her bucking and arching her body upward. She could feel Ethan’s fingertips brushing against her hot flesh as he held the silk panel aside, offering Marco access to her slick folds.

  Marco took full advantage and pushed his tongue between her outer lips before sliding it slowly along the crease.

  Amber’s desperate moan filled the silence of the empty bar as Marco subjected her to the wildly erotic slide of his hot, wet tongue.

  Ethan’s free hand found her throat, her chin, and he drew her head around so he could kiss her hard and slow, his tongue echoing Marco’s as he slid in and out of her mouth.

  Desperately close to orgasm, Amber gave herself up to the onslaught. She wanted to touch them back, but couldn’t risk taking her arms from around Ethan’s neck for fear of breaking the erotic rhythm both men had set up.

  As if working in synchronicity, Ethan and Marco broke away from her at the same time, leaving her gasping and panting.

  “I could bottle the sweet taste of your cunt, bella, serve it in a cocktail and make a fortune.”

  Amber heard Marco’s deep voice as if through a haze, but his words both shocked and thrilled her and she looked directly at him.

  He seemed dangerous, those dark eyes slumberous and yet so alive with sexual heat that her pussy continued to pulse as if his tongue was still inside her.

  Ethan shifted, releasing her thong as he straightened. Seconds later, she was in his arms and being carried across the bar to the table he’d earlier indicated.

  He sat her on the edge and moved between her legs as Marco disappeared behind the bar. Ethan wrapped his arms around her hips, cupping her ass. His kiss was almost gentle. “How you doing?” he asked softly, between kisses. “Okay?”

  Amber stole her arms around his neck. “Good. It’s…amazing.”

  “About to get a whole lot better, green eyes. But remember what I said. Anything you don’t like, you just say.”

  She couldn’t imagine either of them doing anything she didn’t like, but seeing as she had little, make that absolutely zilch experience of threesomes—or even twosomes come to that—she thought she’d better reserve judgment. “When are you going to take your clothes off?”

  “All in good time.” He kissed her again, coaxing her onto her back. “For now, you lie back. Enjoy.”

  She kept her eyes on his as he straightened up. In her peripheral vision, she saw Marco walk to the table.

  It was darker here than it had been near the bar, the soft red light casting a sultry glow over her body. She heard a chinking noise and turned to see Marco carrying an ice bucket, which he placed on the table beyond her head. Her stomach lurched agreeably at the thought of what he could do to her with the contents. Of what they both could do to her.

  “You going to get that off her?” Marco asked Ethan, indicating her thong. “Could get wet.”

  Still standing between her open legs, Ethan grinned. “She’s already wet.” His eyes gleamed with primitive hunger as he looked down at Amber. “She’s got one hell of a responsive pussy.”

  Marco r
aised his eyebrows as he too looked down at Amber. “That’s something I intend finding out for myself. Strip her.”

  Ethan grinned. “If you insist.”

  Amber’s flesh seemed to alternative between screaming heat and sensual chill as she listened to the two men. Never would she have thought she’d find it deeply erotic to have two men talk about her as if she didn’t have a say in what they were about to do to her. But she did. Her body screamed for them to get on with it, to take her on a sensual journey she had hardly dared ever dream about.

  Ethan’s fingers caught the edges of her thong and he slowly pulled the material down her hips, revealing the soft hairs covering her slit. He held there, lowering his head to kiss what he’d revealed, then continued to draw the material down. He stepped back a few inches so Amber could bring her legs closer together allowing him to slip the thong off her legs. He threw it to the floor, stepped to the side, and let Marco take his place between her legs.

  Amber saw he held an ice cube and chills swept her body in eager anticipation. She’d never participated in anything like this before. Never. Trevor had been a strictly in and out without too much foreplay man, and had never indulged in sex games. At least not with her. And now here she was, stretched naked on a table in a bar with two fabulously hot men administering to her with their wickedly creative minds seemingly in full gear.

  Ethan had moved to the back of the table, and she arched her neck to see him. He stood behind her and lifted her arms over her head, anchoring her wrists to the table. The action thrust her breasts upward and he leaned forward and took one nipple into his mouth.

  Amber arched up more as he suckled, his tongue swirling around the hard nub as he continued torturing her breast. She felt Marco’s hands on her legs, pushing her knees up until her feet were on the table ledge. She looked down, watching as he parted her legs wider and moved closer.

  With his eyes on hers, he took an ice cube into his mouth, rolling it around and sucking. Using one hand, he fingered her pussy, opening her folds. With the other hand he withdrew the ice from his mouth.