by Jenesi Ash
Joe threw off the duvet while Walker laid her gently on the soft sheets. She smiled as she felt Walker’s weight sinking into the mattress beside her body.
Then sleep washed over her.
And now. She knew it was Walker lying next to her before her eyes drifted open, knew it was his arm slung over her side. Somehow she knew they were alone, that Joe was gone.
“Hey, baby.”
Her nipples went hard at the sound of his voice. He brushed her hair back and placed a warm kiss on the back of her neck. She shivered as his dry lips skimmed her bare skin.
“Hey,” she managed. She wanted him. She was barely awake and she wanted him.
He rolled her onto her back. She glanced at the bedside clock. The red LED light glowed 3:48 a.m. She’d been sleeping for just over an hour and was groggy. Stretching, she smiled up at him.
A lamp from the next room dimly illuminated his blond hair. It was messy, and for some reason that little thing made her chest ache. When would she see him again?
He was so beautiful, so kind. She was glad they had a moment alone, but could not ignore a prick of guilt for wanting this time to themselves.
She cleared her throat. “Where’s Joe?”
The corner of his mouth turned down. “Why?”
She shook her head. “Oh, no reason—I was just wondering.”
He climbed on top of her. She gasped as his erection pressed into her hip. “Am I not enough?”
“No. I mean—yes.” Edging her legs apart with his knee, he pressed his cock against her, nestled himself between her pussy lips. She welcomed him, spread wider for him.
Her face flushed as images from last night blasted into her head. The experience had changed her, freed her. She wasn’t afraid to ask for what she wanted, not with him.
She met his gaze. “I want you.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.” Her pussy throbbed where his cock pressed into her.
Yes, something had shifted. Before, it was an experiment. Now it was real. He was real.
She pushed the thoughts from her head. Too much thinking; she’d have plenty of time for that later. Now he was on top of her, his smooth, bare chest rubbing against hers as he fumbled with something on the nightstand.
He kissed her. Kissed her until she was melting for him, around him. She bent her knees beside to cradle him between her legs.
Then he was reaching between them, sliding a condom onto his erection.
“Am I enough for you?” He asked again, and thrust into her, so deep it bordered on painful, but she welcomed it.
“Oh, God, Walker.”
He pulled out and rammed her again. “Am I?”
“Yes. Please, yes.” Every nerve in her body lit up as he drove into her, again and again, her breasts swaying with each thrust.
She was so close to climax already, need swelled through her, shutting down her brain.
“Chloe, I…”
Her eyes fluttered open. “W-what?”
“You’re just…amazing.” He took one of her ankles and brought it over his shoulder. “I just had to tell you that.”
She smiled as he continued to fuck her, his hip bones slamming against the insides of her thighs. Her sex throbbed, her breasts ached. His words sank into her head as his cock sank into her body, penetrating her everywhere.
She closed her eyes, moaning as he angled himself even deeper. She shook her head; she wasn’t ready yet. “Walker…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Fuck!” But the climax overtook her in wave after wave of unreal bliss. And he was next, his grasp on her ankle tightening as he rammed into her one final time, his body going rigid as he ejaculated.
Panting, she lay on the bed as he climbed off of her and rolled onto his back. He took her hand and held it to his chest. His heart pounded beneath her touch as she waited for both of their pulses to slow down.
She listened absently to a drunken shout echoing through the hallway, the clanking sound of a cart being pushed down the corridor. The muffled beat of a nightclub. In Vegas, the party never stopped, not even at four o’clock in the morning.
Pushing herself onto her elbow, she looked down at him. She took a deep breath; she had to know. “What’s the deal with you and Joe?”
He had his arm over his eyes and he kept it there. “Joe’s probably fucking some handsome blackjack dealer in our room right now.”
“W-what?”
He sighed. “Last night was phenomenal.”
Her skin heated as she remembered just how amazing the experience had been. “Yeah. It really was.” So why was Joe off with someone else?
And why did the thought not bother her? It should have, but she found herself more curious than jealous.
But so much had changed in the past twelve hours. She had a feeling she’d be looking at many things differently now.
He removed his arm and met her gaze. “Joe doesn’t do phenomenal. In fact, the minute he cares too much about anything he finds the nearest piece of ass and helps himself.”
She sat up cross-legged and pulled a sheet across her naked body. “What about you?”
“We’ve never had a commitment.”
“Do you love him?” Her heart hammered as she awaited his reply. And why does it matter so much?
“Yes.”
Her mouth went dry. “Oh.” Brilliant reply, Chloe.
He rubbed the pad of his thumb over her wrist. “But I’ve never asked him to be faithful. And he’s never asked it of me. What we have now works.”
Her pulse quickened as she remembered the way Joe had looked at Walker over her shoulder as they’d both made love to her.
She cleared her throat. “He loves you, though.”
“Yes. But he’s not capable of monogamy.”
“And you?”
“Maybe.” He shrugged. “I might want that one day.”
Her heart was going crazy, but she had no idea why. “Really?” And why was she thinking about those things, too? Why was she picturing a scene from Leave it to Beaver, only starring her and Walker as June and Ward?
That was so not what she wanted. Maybe one day, but not now.
She shook her head. “That’s going to be hard with a boyfriend on the side.”
His grip on her hand intensified. “Is it?”
Her throat constricted, her gut twisted into a mess, but there was no logical reason for her body’s response. Surely he wasn’t suggesting she was that woman.
Was he?
He pulled her down to lie on top of him, settling her into the crook of his arm. “It’s way too late for such heavy talk. Sleep now.”
As she breathed in his spicy scent, her chest went tight. They only had a few hours left and she knew one thing for certain: she did not want to wake up with either of them. She couldn’t take the chance of harsh morning light tainting this life-altering experience. She wanted to leave before the sun came up.
Walker settled her closer to him and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “I don’t know if I can wait six more months to see you again.”
She closed her eyes as grief settled in her heart—she’d miss both of them. But the thought of going six months without seeing Walker especially was downright painful.
But she would see him again. Both of them.
And she couldn’t help smiling to herself because when Chloe O’Malley went to work on Monday she’d be a different woman. A woman who’d lived out her naughtiest fantasy.
A woman who’d been part of a ménage à trois.
And the best part was she knew that six months from now she might just do it again.
Running her hand over Walker’s broad chest, she sighed. She knew she should get up, get dressed and go home. But one of his strong hands was caressing her back, the other was twisting a lock of hair rhythmically around his finger.
Maybe just a little longer. She had a few hours until the sun came up. A few more hours to enjoy lying in Walker’s arms.
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��Night, baby.”
She nodded, already half-asleep.
Another kiss placed at the top of her head, followed by a soft whisper: “See you in six months.”
She woke up alone. She didn’t need the sliver of sunlight slicing between the dark drapes to illuminate the fact that Walker and Joe had gone. During their short time together she’d become accustomed to the powerful energy the men exuded, and now that it was absent everything seemed horribly empty.
She missed them.
As she stretched, her body gave a trembling reminder of her escapades from the previous night. Her muscles ached from the unfamiliar positions she’d executed with Joe and Walker.
She couldn’t believe what she’d done.
She wanted to do it again.
A small piece of paper on the nightstand drew her attention. It had her name on it. She picked the note off the table, and as she read, her heartbeat skipped.
Smiling, she sank back onto the pillows and held the card to her chest. Five little words. How could five little words fill her with so much excitement? How could a note bring her alive like this?
She read it again.
Dear Chloe,
See you in six months.
Love,
Walker and Joe
Exhilaration raced through her veins. She realized she was looking forward to every minute of every day that would pass between now and then. Six months of expectation, of waiting. Six months of fantasies. Six months of having the men always in her thoughts, anticipation at seeing them building and building….
Yes, she thought as she ran her hand across her rib cage, over her belly and past her pubic hair. She sighed as her fingertips reached her clit, and she spread her legs wide beneath the covers.
She watched the bump of her hand as she slid her fingers across her pussy lips, raw from last night. It had made the flesh ultrasensitive, and just a few strokes had her moaning out loud.
Closing her eyes, she imagined Joe’s tongue on her clit, licking and sucking as he had done the night before. Fucking her with two of his long, strong fingers.
She imagined Walker kneeling beside her, and she was taking his cock in her mouth. Rubbing herself hard now, she bucked against her hand. Fuck, but she hadn’t tasted either man’s cock. Oh, how she wanted to. She wanted to take Walker deep into her mouth, until he pushed against the very back of her throat. Wanted to suck his cock while Joe fucked her….
She came against her hand, her body shuddering as the climax washed over her. Not nearly as satisfying as having two men fuck her simultaneously, but for the next six months it would have to do.
Tomorrow she’d go about her routine, complete with ugly shoes and head scarf. But they’d never be far from her mind.
She flopped onto her side and closed her eyes. For the next six months, every thought in her head, every fantasy that entered her mind, would center on Joe and Walker. For all intents and purposes she was theirs.
For the next six months she was taken.
FAVOR ME
JENESI ASH
WHEN YOU’RE GOOD AT SEX, PEOPLE THINK that the only work you’re capable of is a blow job.
I don’t waste my time trying to clear up that misconception. I’m good in bed, and as far as I’m concerned, sex is not an amateur sport. If you do it for payment, you need to be smart about it. People might think I trade my body because I can’t use my brain, but the truth is that I simply don’t want to work any harder than I have to.
If my long-term plan works out, I will never have to get another job. There were times when I had two, sometimes three jobs at once, and I would still have trouble making rent. That all changed when one of my coworkers offered to pay my bills if I had sex with him whenever he wanted.
I probably should have been offended, but honestly, I was intrigued. I liked the idea of a man spending his hard-earned money to be with me. He must have known he couldn’t get me any other way. And how could I possibly say no to paying my bills without having to roll out of bed?
It turned out to be a pretty good arrangement—my credit rating was great during that year—but I soon realized that if I wanted to be a full-time mistress, I needed a wealthier lover.
I thought it would be tough finding a guy who was willing to keep me in style. Who knew that job hunting would turn out to be the easiest part of becoming a mistress?
My lover is Leon Richmond, one of Seattle’s many millionaires. Leon is sexy, creative and richer than anyone I know. He’s also heading toward fifty, on his fourth wife and is insatiable when it comes to sex.
I’ve been with Leon for just a couple of months. I should have known that for the astronomical amount of money he offered me, he was going to have a few bents and kinks. I thought I had seen and done it all when it came to sex. Ha! Leon has proved me wrong.
Sex with Leon is a lot like training camp. What I did with my friendly coworker was a lot different than being a full-time mistress. Leon doesn’t seem to notice that I’m learning on the job, or maybe he doesn’t care as long as I fulfill my part of the agreement.
As much as I appreciate the opportunity Leon has given me, I’m not going to stay with him forever. He’s the richest guy I know, but after living in a million-dollar condo he bought for me in downtown Bellevue, I’ve seen a higher level of wealth that could be mine for the taking. Leon is my starter benefactor, and when I get a better offer, I’m going for it.
I feel something bump at the foot of my bed. I’m fully awake and alert, but I keep my eyes closed. I sense the bright morning light filtering through the curtains and all I want to do is burrow into the tangled sheets. Maybe if I fake sleeping, Leon will get dressed and go make a couple more million at the office.
Leon cups my bare shoulder and gives it a good shake. “Amaris?”
Aw, man. I hear the excited rough edge in his voice. He wants to play some more; I should have known. “Hmm?”
“Smile.”
Shit. He has the camcorder on again. My skin immediately starts to tingle.
Leon enjoys taping us having sex. We never watch them together once the filming is complete. I don’t know why, but Leon won’t show them to me no matter how nicely I beg.
Maybe he keeps them for his own private home collection. I like to think he plays them when he can’t be with me, but for all I know, he makes the videos to show them to his friends. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if he posts the tapes on the Internet.
The thought sends a flash of heat to my pussy and I squirm as my clit begins to swell and throb. My nipples pucker and rub against my nightgown. The satin suddenly feels like it binds my breasts and I can’t wait to get it off.
I recently discovered that I have an exhibitionist streak as strong as Leon’s. I like to imagine countless strangers watching these homemade movies, their faces almost pressed against their computer screens. I want to be naked with my legs splayed and have everyone watch me come. I want to be seen, remembered, desired.
Rolling onto my back, I stretch my arms over my head, doing my best to appear open and vulnerable. I purr low in my throat as I arch my spine, thrusting my breasts out. I bend my knees slightly, letting my green satin nightgown hike up my legs. I feel it strain against my thighs and I hope the fabric drifts and settles in all the right places. I want the nightgown to hint at my full breasts and shaved mound.
I blink my eyes open and offer a dazzling smile. “Good morning, Leon.”
He towers over me. His skin is still wet from the shower and I inhale his scent. It’s masculine and very expensive. His dark blond hair is slicked back and the morning sun reveals every line on his harsh, craggy face.
“Come back to bed,” I suggest as I reach out for him.
He dodges my fingers. “Convince me,” he challenges softly as he holds the camcorder up to his eye.
Most women would probably squeal and hide, but I revel in the spotlight. I look straight into the camera and rub my hands along the satin. The sound of the fabric sliding over my hot sk
in is the only thing I hear.
I cover my breast with one hand and pinch my nipple through the nightgown. Sure, I could strip off, but where’s the fun in that? I want to tease Leon until he can’t think straight, and I want that on tape, too.
I cup my mound with my other hand and I feel the steamy heat through the satin. I caress my clit, keeping my nightgown as a barrier. The friction has me biting back a moan.
It doesn’t take long before Leon gets impatient. “Take off your clothes,” he says in a husky voice. I follow his order, bunching the hem in my fists and inching it over my hips and waist. He focuses his camcorder on my pussy as I wiggle my way out of the nightgown. Knowing that he’s taping me makes me wetter.
I toss the green satin to the side and slide my hands over my body. I feel tight, flushed and swollen, ready to burst out of my skin. I pinch my nipples harder until I gasp out loud. Leon leans in closer, his camcorder almost brushing against my breasts and he watches my nipples turn an angry red.
“Oh, yeah,” he says in almost a growl. “Give me more.”
I keep playing with my nipples with one hand as I glide my other hand down between my legs. Pressing down on my hard clit, I stroke small circles that send a crackle of fire through my bloodstream.
“Wider,” Leon says gruffly as excitement hitches in his voice. “Go wider.”
I spread my legs as wide as I can. I feel Leon’s warm breath on my inner thigh and the cold touch of the camcorder as I rub my fingers fast against the slick skin. I smell my arousal as my juices drip down my slit.
Most of all, I ache for Leon to cover my mound with his mouth and lick the wet, sticky folds until I come screaming. The thought alone has me rocking my hips, but I don’t ask him. I know he’ll deny me, and I’m not willing to let that be caught on tape.
Dipping my fingertips into my pussy, I roll my head back and let out a long groan as the pleasure rips through my body. My vaginal walls clamp onto my fingers and draw them deeper. I start pumping my hand, desperate for relief.
I finally rub my clit with one hand and pump inside me with the other. I dig my heels into the mattress as I go harder and faster. My moans mingle with Leon’s harsh, uneven breaths. With every rise and fall of his chest, I know he’s going to make a grab for me and take over.
