Yielding for Him

by Lauren Fraser

  “Mmm-hmm.” He nipped her earlobe and she shuddered against him. Watching her face for reaction, he continued, “He could be watching you right now.”

  Lisa’s eyes flew open as she scanned the building across from them. “Really?” She tried to cover her chest again.

  Grabbing her hands, Donovan pushed them against the glass above her head. “Leave them there.”

  He held her still and pushed his body firmly to her back, allowing his dick to nestle at the junction between her thighs. Moist heat coated his cock. She was so wet. He wanted to bury his dick inside her but he had to wait. To draw it out for both of them to play the game.

  He pressed up against her spine. Her warm soft skin caressed him. He ran his hand up her smooth thigh and caressed the globes of her ass. The firm muscles constricted against his palm. He loved her ass.

  Knowing that they weren’t actually visible for the whole world to see allowed him to really enjoy the moment. He didn’t have to worry about anything but the fantasy, and making sure Lisa thought she really was on display. The first time they’d had sex in public she’d been shocked at her behaviour. But since then she’d become more daring than he could have hoped. He loved how adventurous she was.

  “You look so unbelievably sexy pressed up against the glass like that. Every man’s fantasy, but I’m the one who gets to fuck you.” He cupped her breast in his hand, possessively, and pinched the firm ripe nipple between his fingers. Lisa’s back arched against him then forward as she ground against his cock. Her wet pussy gliding the way.

  “You want me to fuck you? Here against the window with everyone watching?” His dick throbbed against her pussy.

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  “Are you hoping Jason’s watching?” he asked.

  “God, yes,” she groaned.

  He ran his hand around her belly then slowly moved south. When he touched her slit moisture coated his fingers.

  “I bet he’d touch himself while he watched. Would you like that? To watch him slide his hand down his shaft as he wishes it were him touching you, fucking your wet cunt.”

  Her hips bucked harder against his finger as he flicked her clit. “Jesus, Van, fuck me. I need you inside me.”

  There was no place he’d rather be. “Tell me, do you want that? Jason’s eyes on you, fucking himself with his hand because he’s so hungry for you he can’t wait.”

  “Yes.” Her hips pressed back and she wiggled her ass, trying to tease him so he’d take her. “Van, please,” she whimpered.

  “Please what? Should I get Jason over here so both of us can fuck you? Would you like that? Both of us worshipping your body, touching you, licking you, tasting you.”

  “Yes, yes.” She threw her head back and screamed as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy pulsed against his hand.

  He grabbed her hips and pulled them away from the glass to give himself the angle he craved. “Good. I’ll organise it, but right now you’re mine and the only dick that’s going to fuck you is mine.”

  Her head dropped against the window and she reached behind her and wrapped her hand around his shaft. “Good because yours is the dick I need.”

  She placed him at her entrance. Heat scorched the head of his cock. He looked up at the ceiling, trying to gain some semblance of control otherwise this would be over in seconds and he definitely didn’t want that. He knew Jason wasn’t watching but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t see them in the future.

  Gripping her hips, he thrust in hard and deep. Lisa moaned in pleasure.

  He watched as he pulled back so he almost came free then pounded back in.

  “Yeah, that’s it. Harder,” Lisa begged. They both loved it when he was rough. She placed both hands against the window and held herself in place. Her hips shifted to allow him better penetration.

  Her pussy constricted against his dick, wrapping him tightly. It felt incredible. His eyes drifted shut as he drew closer to his climax. The muscles in his back clenched as everything in him surged to the head of his cock. His balls tightened. He knew his fingers were digging into her hips but he couldn’t seem to ease his hold as he drove towards his orgasm.

  Lisa’s high pitched moans egged him on. He just needed to hold out a few more seconds and she’d go again with him this time. Reaching around her, he found her clit and pinched the tight little bud. Her screams echoed in the room and the muscles in her pussy constricted and relaxed as she came. The milking motion dragged him along in its wake.

  Spent, he collapsed against her back. Her rapid breathing matched his own. Thank God for the window or they both would have ended up in a pile on the floor.

  He kissed her shoulder blade and she shivered in pleasure.

  She was amazing.

  He’d never been with a woman as passionate and liberated as Lisa. Her wildness freed him and allowed him to embrace those parts of his sexuality he’d had to keep hidden from most people. But would she readily embrace everything about him?

  Only time would tell.

  Chapter Two

  Lisa glanced at the windows. She couldn’t believe they’d done that. How could they have had sex in his office for all the world to see? Even just thinking about it now made her insides squishy. Sex with Van was always amazing, but times like this, when he pushed past what she thought she wanted—those times? Those were freaking off the charts.

  “Come here,” Van called.

  Pulling her attention away from her thoughts and back to him, she walked towards his outstretched hand. When they touched, he pulled her down into his lap in his office chair.

  She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and cuddled against his hard chest. “Van, that was… I don’t…” She paused. “I don’t understand how you know me so well, it’s like…” Unable to articulate her thoughts, she sighed.

  Van brushed her hair off her face and looked down at her tenderly. “We want the same things, Lisa. You and I aren’t all that different. It’s nothing to be ashamed of that we like things a little kinkier than the average person. That’s why we’re so good together.”

  Her heart stuttered—was he finally going to do it? They’d been a couple for almost a year now, longer than he’d ever been with anyone else. They’d talked about a future together but it seemed like he always hesitated about taking that next step.

  She closed her eyes and sank into his hand against her cheek. There was no denying they were amazing together. And for now maybe that needed to be enough. What they had he wasn’t going to find with anyone else, of that she was sure. Eventually he’d realise it. She was a patient woman. She hadn’t got to where she was without being able to help people see her point of view.

  “So, about Jason.” Van’s deep voice broke her out of her thoughts.

  Heat raced across her cheeks. Mortified, she closed her eyes. God, she couldn’t believe she’d admitted she’d like to fuck him. Yeah, that was what every guy wanted to hear about his best friend. Maybe if she played it cool he’d just drop it. Pretend it didn’t happen. “What about him?”

  His rumbling laugh shook against her body. “Really? Lisa, you can’t play all coy now.”

  Crap. She should have known there was no way he’d let that pass. “I’m not playing coy. I’m just not sure what you want me to say. We were doing the fantasy thing, just talking, playing a game. It’s no big deal. It doesn’t mean anything.”

  “I didn’t think it did mean anything,” he murmured. “Or at least not the way you’re thinking.”

  And just what was it she was thinking? Hell she didn’t even know how to explain it. She loved Donovan with every fibre of her being, it didn’t make sense that she’d say she wanted to fuck anyone else let alone his best friend.

  “So, what do you think? Should we ask him to join us Friday night?”

  Shock made her head snap back. She pushed away from his chest and gaped at him. What the hell was he talking about? He couldn’t be serious.

  Who asked their friend to fuck their girlfrien
d? People didn’t do that in real life. Even people as powerful as Donovan James.

  He had to be joking—there was no other explanation.

  “Yeah, sure. He supplies his cock, we’ll supply the place,” she joked.

  “So you thinking my place or yours?”

  “You’re serious?” she asked. How the hell could he be serious? This was Donovan, Mr Über-male Alpha Dog. There was no way he’d honestly let anyone else touch her. Heck, he’d practically torn the valet a new one when he’d stared at her too long at dinner the other night.

  “Dead serious.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right. Come on, Van, quit fucking around.”

  “I’m not fucking around, Lis. I want Jason to join us this weekend. One night, that’s all. It doesn’t mean anything other than sex.”

  “Right, and Jason will just be all over that idea.” She snorted.

  Van stared at her pointedly. “He’s a guy, of course he’ll be interested.”

  She tried to process just what he was suggesting. “But why would you want him to? I mean I get what’s in it for me. I don’t know why you’d want to.”

  “Jay and I’ve had threesomes before.” He shrugged. “And I’m not going to lie, it was hot.” He stared at her, his dark brown eyes heated with desire. “I think it would be even hotter with you. I’m more in tune with you than I’ve ever been with anyone else. Because of that I could make this fantasy better for you then you ever dreamed.”

  Oh boy. Damn, why did he have to make it sound so darned appealing? She couldn’t honestly be considering this. But she was and it sounded amazing.

  She chewed her bottom lip and stared back at him. “And you’d be okay with some guy touching me?”

  The muscles in his chest flexed. “No, I wouldn’t be cool with some guy touching you,” he growled. “But we aren’t talking about some guy. We’re talking about my best friend. I trust him.” He stared at her, passion and jealousy glazed his eyes. “If any other guy ever touches you I fucking rip them apart.”

  She shivered. Damn it. That whole Neanderthal thing shouldn’t turn her on but it did.

  Shifting her weight on his lap, she tried to clear her clouded brain. How was she supposed to think when his cock was getting hard against her thigh, and he was doing that seductive caressing thing on her back?

  “I’ll call Jason and set something up,” he told her.

  “Van, I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

  “I wasn’t asking, Lisa.”

  She cursed herself as moisture pooled in her panties at the commanding tone of voice. There it was again, that whole caveman thing. That so should not turn her on. She was a modern, confident woman. She made decisions that potentially impacted the success or failure of major charity organisations every day. She loved being in control. So why the hell did the idea of Van taking control of her sexual desires feel so unbelievably sexy?

  Pissed with herself, she stared back at him defiantly. “Don’t you think you should ask?”

  His sexy lips curved up in a cocky grin. “Not really. You said you’d do anything I asked to have me back this fundraiser idea. This is what I want.”

  “I thought that was what the whole sex against the window was about.”

  He chuckled, the deep rich sound so unbelievably masculine it made her nipples bead. Damn him.

  “No, sweetheart, that was for you.” He cupped the back of her neck and pulled her close. Their lips were just a breath away from each other. “But then again this will be all about you as well. Trust me, Lisa, this is one fantasy you don’t want to live your life without experiencing.”

  Goosebumps pooled on her skin. No, she didn’t want to live her entire life without having experienced it. But was it worth it? Would Donovan really be asking her to do this if he were serious about her? Was this a test and if she said yes it would forever relegate her to the position of fling, never someone he could get serious about? She stared at his face, trying to access what the right answer was.

  “So, you guys have done this before? How often?” she asked.

  He shrugged and looked away.

  Well, that wasn’t good. “Is this something you do with everyone you date?”

  “Of course not,” he muttered.

  “Okay, so why me? Why now?”

  He rubbed his face with his hands. “Lis, this is supposed to be fun. Hot. It’s not supposed to be something you analyse to death.”

  She ran her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and a shudder ran through him. There was no doubt in her mind that Donovan loved her. Going on pure instinct, she pressed her lips to his gently. “If this is something you really want to do then call Jason.”

  A huge smile split across his face. “You sure?”

  The excitement she saw in his eyes assured her she’d made the right choice. Over their months together Donovan had pushed her, challenged her, dared her to accept every part of him, somehow this felt like the same thing. She didn’t understand why he felt the need now but she had to trust that what was between them was real and would survive anything. Including kinky sex. Hell, they’d done a pretty good job testing the waters so far and it had only made them stronger. She had to believe this would be the same.

  When the door snicked shut behind Lisa, Van leant back in his chair and crossed his arms behind his head. A self-satisfied smile slid across his face. He was going to enjoy this.

  He took out his phone and punched in a number from memory. After three rings it picked up.

  “What the hell are you calling for in the middle of the day? You need me to bail your sorry ass out of jail?”

  Van chuckled. Shit, he’d missed Jason. “Not today I don’t, besides, I’m the only one of us who’s ever had to bail the other one out of jail.”

  Jason snorted. “Campus rent-a-cops hardly count, smart ass. So seriously, what’s up?”

  “It’s time.”

  “Time for what?” Jason asked.

  “With Lisa.”

  “No shit?”

  “No shit.”

  “Jesus. Wow. You sure? She’s not like the other ones.”

  Now that was an understatement. Lisa was unlike any woman he’d ever known. Beautiful, smart, self-assured and so damned sexy he could hardly see straight. “I know.”

  “You sure you want to introduce this into the mix?”

  Did he? Yeah, he did. Over the years he’d shared several women with Jason but until Lisa the women had always been casual. They’d never shared a woman either of them honestly loved before.

  It wasn’t like it was something he needed to do regularly but he’d be lying if he said he never wanted to do it again. He got off on the whole thing. Not just the sheer amount of pleasure he knew they could give a woman together, but oddly the rush of controlling the whole situation gave him a high he didn’t experience any other way. He ran a hand across his face. The stubble that was already starting to form rasped against his palm.

  “Yeah, I’m sure.”

  “Then I’m in.”

  Donovan chuckled. “Like there was ever any doubt.”

  Jason’s laugh rumbled back. “What? She’s hot.”

  “That’s what I told her.” With the decision made, tension he hadn’t even known he’d felt suddenly eased from his shoulders. “So Friday night?”

  “Works for me. What time?”

  “Seven or so.”

  “‘K, what do you need me to bring?”

  In the past they’d played with Jason’s vast array of sex toys but that wasn’t what he wanted with Lisa. It wasn’t about all that. This was about her. Them.

  “Nothing. According to Lis, all you need to bring is your dick.”

  Jason coughed then made an odd snorting laugh sound. “Jesus, I love that woman.”

  Van found himself smiling in return. Yeah, me too. Instead of saying it out loud, he said, “Friday night, seven o’clock. Oh, and for the record, when was your last check-up?”

  “Cou
ple weeks ago,” Jason replied. “And yeah, before you ask we’re still good.”

  “Really? Slow month?” he teased.

  “Fuck you,” Jason muttered.

  “Nah, but Lisa’s eager to help you out there, so don’t be late.”

  He hung up the phone and the sun shining through the window caught his eye. Lisa’s handprints were clearly outlined on the glass. She’d been amazing, wild, uninhibited. His cock pulsed against his fly. Friday night couldn’t come soon enough.

  Chapter Three

  Lisa looked around the living room of Van’s penthouse apartment. The almost seven-thousand-square-foot apartment had the most amazing views of the city and Vancouver Harbour. She loved having coffee on the deck overlooking the water. It was so calming and soothing. But tonight nothing about the apartment seemed peaceful.

  She warily eyed the two men. How could they look so damn comfortable? Every nerve in her body was screaming.

  Unfortunately she wasn’t entirely sure if they were screaming in fear or anticipation. What if Donovan was wrong and this screwed up everything? There was a huge difference between talking about a fantasy and playing it out in real life.

  Her hand shook as she picked up her wine glass from the table. Van’s fingers closed around her thigh.

  “Relax, nothing happens that you don’t want.” His eyelids lowered to half mast as he slowly caressed her body with his stare. His nostrils flared. He cupped the back of her neck and pulled her closer to him. The heat of his breath against her neck sent a shiver down her spine.

  “But we both know how much you want this, don’t we?” he asked.

  She flicked a look over at Jason lounging on the other sofa with a cold beer in one hand and an amused smirk on his face. Damn it, yes, she did want this. But the jerks could at least act like they were excited about the prospect instead of sitting there like they were ready to watch Monday night football.

  Donovan swept her hair off the side of her neck and wrapped the strands around his hand, anchoring her head in place. “Relax.” He raked his teeth down her neck and she arched her back.