The clapping grew louder when Mark climbed out of her body and stood up, fastening his pants… leaving her with her legs pulled up, every part of her exposed, and her juices coating the lawn chair.
Embarrassment flowed through her. Besides never having been one for exhibitionism or multiple partners, she had to live here. Among these people. They’d all know what she’d done. What she looked like when she came. What she looked like when aroused.
Which she was now.
Oh… wow.
All these people watching her… it turned her on.
She let go of her knees, more because her muscles were protesting the position more than anything else. Her legs slid off the chair’s arms and she closed them.
There was a definite murmur of discontent. Some people even turned to leave.
“You okay?” Mark moved in front of the guy on her left, effectively blocking him from their interaction.
The guy she’d sucked off backed away.
Finn, too, and the other guy, they got to their feet and walked out of the seating area, taking the audience with them.
“Maddie? Is it okay? You’re not going to freak out are you?”
She looked at him, his green eyes worried now. A crease on his forehead. She reached up to brush some of his hair out of his face. “No, I’m not going to freak out. I don’t think there’s much I can do now. I can’t move, that’s for sure.”
“You’re okay with what we just did?”
She smiled lazily, her muscles so lax with release she was surprised she could.
She managed to lick her lips. “Mark, I’m so okay, I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to move again. That was amazing.” She licked her lips again. Next time, they needed flavored condoms. Latex didn’t cut it.
Next time.
“It was beyond amazing. You were beyond amazing.”
He kissed her then, that talented tongue of his rekindling the tide of desire once more.
She moaned into his mouth and smiled when he fondled her breast.
But he wrenched his mouth away. “Damn, woman, you’re the amazing one. You took on five guys and are ready to go again? Where have you been all my life?”
“Stuck in a boring little small town where the collective sexual experiences of my life don’t come anywhere close to what we just did.”
“Glad to hear I could offer you something different.” He picked up her dress off the tile floor and handed it to her. “Come on, get dressed. Let’s get to know each other.”
“Wasn’t that what we just did?” She tugged it over her head.
He helped her lift her long red hair out from beneath the neckline and kissed the curve of her shoulder before he let it fall in place. “In the biblical sense, sure, but I want to get to know the rest of you. The up here part.” He tapped her temple. “Unless, of course, you only want me for my body.”
And what a fine body it was.
But how interesting that he wanted to get to know her. She would have thought—and did—given this kind of atmosphere, that sex was casual. Anyone could join in then go their separate ways afterward. Hell, she didn’t even know the names of three of the men who’d been so intimate with her body, and she didn’t have a clue what Mark’s last name was or if Finn was his first or last name.
Mark was looking at her expectantly, though, and maybe with just a tinge of uncertainty, so she figured she’d better answer him.
“Of course I’d love to get to know you more.” It was true. She wasn’t typically a casual sex kind of girl, no matter what she’d planned for her big move to the city, so getting to know him, the person, was definitely on her agenda. “Besides, I haven’t had the chance to see you naked.”
A flash of something crossed his face but it was gone before she could figure out what it was.
She was being silly. There’d been nothing there. What could there have been? They’d just met each other tonight. Must be the flickering torchlight playing tricks on her.
He buttoned up his shirt—well, the bottom three buttons anyway, and she had to say, it was a good look on him. Then again, the guy was straight-off-the-presses hot, so anything would look good on him.
He swept out his hand toward the entranceway to their little secluded spot. “After you.”
Yes, she couldn’t help the wiggle in her step. Partly because she had a hot, interested guy checking her out, but also because her entire pussy still tingled. One didn’t have five men getting her off and expect to go back to normal with the snap of a finger.
There were many smiles and waves from couples still in the throes of passion as they walked by, and Maddie found she couldn’t look away. Some people were very inventive.
She’d like to try that one…
Her gaze slid to Mark’s.
He was looking at her with all that naked hunger in his eyes. “Tonight doesn’t have to end, you know.”
“It doesn’t?”
He put his arm around her waist and drew her toward the patio just outside the party where there was still some semblance of decorum. “I don’t mean this, the party. I mean us. I live across your back courtyard. If you had a pair of binoculars, you could see right into my room.”
Their shared courtyard had eight houses attached to it. “Doesn’t that mean anyone can?”
He smiled and what it did to her insides... “Uh huh.”
“Oh.”
What kind of place had she moved to? Lola, her college housemate, had recommended it. She was a real estate agent here and had heard this was a great neighborhood. Said they didn’t have a lot of turnover, so when a unit had come available at the time Maddie was ready to make a big change in her life, she’d recommended she jump on it.
Had Lola meant to jump on something else?
“So everyone here…”
“What? Swings?” Mark shrugged. “Most. Not all. Some keep to themselves. Some just like to watch. That’s why you need a sponsor to get in.”
“Sponsor? I didn’t have a sponsor.”
Mark looked away. “Uh, yeah, you did.”
She stopped moving. “I did? Who? My friend Lola is the person who suggested I live here but she doesn’t.”
“Lola works for me.”
Chapter 4
Maddie sat down on the closest chair. “She… what?”
Mark sat down beside her. “I’ve known Lola since she moved to town. Gave her her job. She’s always talked about you and well, I saw your picture, and gave her the inside scoop when Drew and Stacy were moving out.”
“You set me up?” She didn’t know whether to be flattered or scared. Lola had told her all about how hot her boss was, but this… This sounded almost stalker-ish.
He licked his lips and for the first time in the hour since she’d met him, it did nothing for her. “Look, it’s not what it looks like. I hadn’t planned to meet you like this. I didn’t know Julie was going to invite you or, trust me, I would have been over your place tonight, but I figured you’d be too tired from moving for a party.”
“Then you don’t know me very well. I moved out of my old place just so I could have a social life. But I’d never imagined one like this.”
“My mistake. Like I said, Lola talks about you a lot, so I hadn’t pegged you for a party girl.”
“I’m not, it’s just—”
“Hey, I’m not judging. Trust me, I’m not one to judge, and if I did, I don’t have a leg to stand on after what went on here tonight. But this isn’t normally how I spend my time. That applause we received? It wasn’t just because you were amazing, but because I haven’t attended one of these in over a year.”
“Why not?”
He shrugged. “Got bored, I guess. It’s exciting and fun the first couple of times—okay maybe more than a couple—but after a while, you start looking for something more. At least, I did.”
“So why did you come?”
He blew out a breath. “You really want to know?”
“Um, yeah. I think I’m entitled to.”
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“I’ve been thinking about you. I’ve seen you drive in and out all week, bringing your groceries in, taking out the trash. I wanted to give you time to get moved in before I stopped over and introduced myself. I was going to do this nice and slow, but when I saw you here… well, things got a little out of hand.”
Things had gotten in hand—his hand. Her ass, her pussy, her breasts… “But that still doesn’t tell me why you were here.”
“I thought I’d take the edge off. It’d been a while for me and with you looking utterly delicious all week, well, I didn’t want to just be thinking about sex around you. I wanted to get to know you and figured if I got some of this excitement out of my system with someone else, I’d be okay around you.”
“Are you kidding?”
“I know, I know. Trust me, now that I say it out loud, I hear how bad it sounds. It was a stupid idea. But the truth is, I knew it was dumb the minute I walked in tonight. I wasn’t wound up because I haven’t had sex in a while; I was wound up because I wanted you and you were driving me nuts for the past three months.”
“Three months?”
He nodded. “That’s when Lola first told me about you wanting to move here. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
There was a compliment in there somewhere. And she was flattered.
Lola had told her about her boss. Mark Barrett. Local heartthrob and most eligible bachelor three years running. Lola had had the biggest crush on him for the past four years until she’d met Jeremy. No wonder she’d jumped on his suggestion for Maddie to live here; Little ol’ Lola was up to her matchmaking tricks.
If only she knew how well that had worked out…
“Honestly, Maddie. I’m a good guy. Not creepy stalker-ish at all. Ask Lola. It’s just that, well, you walked in and it was a fantasy come to life.”
And she hadn’t slapped him or said no, so could she blame the guy? He was a fantasy come to life for her, too.
“It’s okay, Mark. I’m actually glad to have met you. Not sure I want to share how we met with anyone, but then, no one to know.”
“Well, you and about fifty other people.”
She actually laughed at that. “True. But we’re just like them, right? I mean, everyone’s doing it.”
He took her hand in his and kissed the back of it. “I’ve lived here for seven years, Maddie. No one’s like you.”
She was amazed that she could blush after what they’d just done together, but blush she did at his compliment.
“So, do you want to hang out here or would you like to go some place quiet?”
“Where did you have in mind?”
“My place?”
She didn’t even need to think about it. “Yeah. I’d like that.”
They grabbed their keys from the basket on their way out. Maddie hadn’t figured that out since everyone lived in the complex and could presumably walk.
“Oh, it’s not about drunk driving. Donna and Steve always throw key parties. If you’re still alone at the end of the night and don’t want to be, you pull out a set of keys and go home with whoever’s they are.”
“Wow. Talk about a wild place to live. So, does everybody sleep with everybody else?”
Mark shrugged. “I haven’t kept track, but conceivably they could. You didn’t read the fine print on the HOA agreement when you signed it did you?”
“Um, no.”
He shook his head and tsk-ed tsk-ed. “Never sign anything without reading the fine print.”
“And what would this fine print have told me? I can’t imagine you put a swinging lifestyle in that kind of document.”
“True, but it does outline some of the guidelines about allowing people to attend private functions. You can imagine what would happen if people not so inclined to this lifestyle attended. Then there’s the confidentiality agreement so that what happens here stays here.”
“Seriously? There’s a gag order?”
He smiled. “Interesting choice of words.”
And just like that, her panties got soaked again. They were about two blocks from their courtyard and her thighs were slicking against each other.
As if she needed any reminder of the activity that had gone on in that area earlier.
“Well, someone goofed because I was there.”
He grimaced. “That’s my fault. Like I said, from what Lola had said, I didn’t expect you to show up tonight. I was planning to come by tomorrow. Bring you some cookies.”
“Cookies? I’m rather particular about my cookies. What brand were you thinking of to weaken my defenses.”
It hadn’t taken cookies to do that tonight…
He put a hand to his heart and staggered. “Brand? I’ll have you know, Maddie Kalston, I am a fantastic cookie baker.”
“Really.”
“Really. Just ask Lola. She was the one who signed me up for the bachelor auction to benefit the local hospital last summer. I’d brought my mom’s recipe into the office once and Lola decided it made me perfect husband material. I had to make seventeen dozen just for the audience, then another two dozen every month for six months for the winner.”
Maddie laughed. She could just picture him up to his elbows in cookie batter.
And nothing else.
Her laughter disappeared. She wouldn’t mind licking cookie batter off him, one long, slow lick at a time.
“What are you thinking?” His voice went husky and he pulled her back against him.
She licked her lips. “I’m thinking that I really like cookies.”
“You do.”
“Uh huh.”
“You want me to bake them for you, don’t you?”
She nodded. “Yup.”
“Tonight?”
“Yup.”
“Now?”
“Yup?”
“Naked?”
She smiled. “Yup.”
They ran back to his place.
His shoes came off on the front porch; his shirt didn’t make it any farther than the foyer and his pants got tossed in the hallway to the kitchen.
His underwear didn’t go anywhere for the simple, utterly sexy fact that he wasn’t wearing any.
Yes, he was huge. Hung. Thick and throbbing and hard as stone.
She dropped to her knees in the kitchen and sucked him into her mouth.
“Holy fuck!” He gripped the countertop and braced himself against it.
She took him deeper, working the vein with her tongue.
He groaned and gripped her head. “God, Maddie. That’s—”
She didn’t know what it was but figured the moan he ended with was a good sign.
She cupped his sac and rolled his balls between her fingers, stroking the smooth skin behind them with a finger.
Mark leaned onto one arm and gripped her head with the other. “That’s it, babe, suck it.”
He arched his lower back and widened his legs, jerking the head to the roof of her mouth.
She slid her hand around to his ass, squeezing the tight muscles there. Lola had said Mark was a runner; it showed in every curve. In the tautness of his hamstrings as she stroked her hand over them. Along his hair-roughened quads that flexed when she scraped her nails down them.
“Lick it, Maddie. Lick the head.”
Gladly. His pre-cum coated it, the hot salty flavor turning her on. She swirled it around the top, her tongue dipping into that hole.
He hissed and clutched her head to him tighter. “God, baby, yes.”
She released his balls and stroked his ass, spreading his cheeks and running a finger along his cleft.
His breathing kicked up, his abs fluttering against her forehead and he bent his knees, jerking his hips up as if he were fucking her pussy on the counter, but really, fucking her mouth.
She scraped the length of him with her teeth and he stilled, another hiss as he sucked in more air. “God, that’s so fucking hot. Do it again.”
She did.
His quads quivered and
she swirled her finger against his anus. “Ah, Maddie. I can’t take it, babe. Not standing up.”
Then she needed to get him lying down.
She released him and stood. “Come here.”
“What…?”
His green eyes were glazed with confusion, lust, she didn’t know what. Didn’t care. She just loved that she’d done that to him.
She patted the island countertop. “Hop up here, big guy.”
It took him a second, but then he got it. “With pleasure, ma’am.”
“Oh it’ll definitely be pleasure.”
She dragged two of his kitchen chairs over and set them next to each other at the end of the island while he jumped up.
“What are those for?” he said, lying back.
She sat down, grabbed each foot and put them on the back of a chair. “Sit up.”
“Oh my God.” He braced himself on his hands, never once taking his eyes from hers. “You are so sexy, Maddie.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet—but you’re going to. I want you to watch.” She licked the entire length of him, looking at him the whole time.
He hissed again, long drawn in as if he were in agony, but that was not a pained look on his face.
She took him in her mouth, smiling around his big cock when he jerked against her tongue.
“Damn, woman, that’s good.”
She nodded, and her tongue slid over him.
His smile faded as a bead of sweat glistened on his upper lip. “Suck me, Maddie.”
She did. Oh how she did. Long, hard pulls, and short quick puffs. A swirl of her tongue here, a long lick there. Tight suction around the head as she worked his shaft with her hand, or rolling him between her lips as she played with his balls.
Mark was leaning back on his hands, his feet pushing against the chairs and would have toppled them if she hadn’t been sitting there to keep them in place, the stuttering of the chair legs against his tile floor highlighting the tension ripping through him.
She squirmed in her seat, her pussy flooded with her juices, aching and swollen to have him inside her again. But this was all about him.
She drew him deeper, made him edge himself a little more off the counter, just so she could finger his ass again. He’d liked that and she’d liked the guttural moans he couldn’t stop when she did it.
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