by Maya Banks
Her hands flew out, landing against the chest in front of her. Her fingers curled around his shoulders, holding on as she tried to breathe.
Higher. Longer. Harder. Tighter. The ripples began in her pelvis and fanned out, rushing faster and faster until she spun like a tornado.
They rammed into her, both sliding so deep. So, so deep. With a hoarse cry, she splintered and came apart.
The cock in her pussy jerked away. The bed dipped and impatient hands turned her face, a thumb prying at her mouth to open. The first jet of his release landed on her tongue just as she parted her lips. Then he slid inward, holding himself deep while he twitched and spasmed.
The man under her went still, waiting, his hands tenderly holding her hips as his cock snuggled deep in her ass.
The hands at her face went soft, stroking her cheeks as he executed short, quick strokes over her tongue. Finally he slipped away, and she swallowed then licked the stickiness from her lips.
To her surprise, he cupped her cheek and kissed her tenderly on her other cheek. It wasn't a passionate kiss. Oddly it was one of reverence. A sweet kiss.
Then she found herself being pulled away. The cock slipped from her ass as the man under her stood and cradled her in his arms. He laid her on the bed, and for a moment she was left alone. Surely they weren't done. No, someone was sitting at her head now.
Her cheeks bloomed with heat when a warm, damp cloth soothed over her skin. Ah, they'd stopped to clean up as well. As soon as they were done, a body pressed down over hers, and a cock settled against her pussy.
He shifted and moved his hips but didn't seem to be in a hurry to gain entrance. Finally the tip slipped inside, and with a sigh he sank deep.
His forearms were pressed to the bed, and she could easily imagine him just over her, staring down as his hips flexed and rolled against her. She spread her legs, arching upward to give him a better angle.
This was as vanilla as sex could be and yet it was sexier than anything she'd done with them yet. One on one contact, his body pressed so tight to hers, his warmth filling her.
She could sense him staring at her, intently, as if he found her the most desirable woman in the world. She raised her hands, wanting to touch him, but she got no further than his muscled arms.
Fingers curled gently around her wrists, pulling her hands away. The other man kissed her exposed palm as if to apologize but he kept her away from the man fucking her.
With a growl of frustration, she broke the silence.
"Why can't I touch you?"
He stilled above her, growing tense. His hands wandered down her body as he raised up to his knees, his cock still angled to reach her deepest parts.
She sighed knowing she wasn't going to get an answer. "I'm sorry. I'm not complaining. Honestly."
He leaned down again, framing her face in his hands, and he kissed her. Before she could kiss him back, he drew away. His way of telling her it was okay? She smiled. There was something to he said about wordless communication. It was certainly effective.
She stretched like a lazy cat, the aftermath of her orgasm making her lethargic. The gentle rhythm of the cock sliding through her post-release screaming nerves stirred the beginnings of her arousal all over again.
The first night had been more hurried, as if they, like her, were so taken in by the experience that it was over before it even began. Tonight was different.
They'd taken pains to take their time and even now there was no rush to release. Would they make love to her all night? Her pussy clenched in anticipation. They'd opened her imagination up to all sorts of possibilities, and now she was anxious to explore.
Chapter 17
Beautiful. She was absolutely magnificent. His only regret was that he couldn't see her eyes, that she couldn't see him and know that it was him making love to her and not some nameless schmuck chosen for his dick size.
Nathan clenched his jaw as sweat beaded his forehead. He was ready to come, and it was taking every ounce of his restraint not to spend himself in her softness right now. He wanted her to orgasm again, though. This time with him. Just with him.
He lowered his head to kiss her neck, the delectable curve to her shoulder. He loved how she shivered and squirmed as if his touch was the most pleasurable thing she'd ever felt.
With every thrust, she swallowed him, welcomed him into her body, and God, did she feel good. Swollen, so feminine and hot. Like a velvet clasp, holding him and stroking him as he stroked her.
She turned him inside out.
Raising back up, he looked down to where their bodies were joined and he withdrew, watching as her sheath sucked wetly at him. Her feminine curls were trimmed short in a neat triangle, but her lips were bare and soft, a sweet surprise hidden by the nest of dark hair.
Drawn to the softly swollen flesh, he ran a finger down the lips that hugged his cock. Back and forth, he moved, exerting just enough pressure to send himself deep before retreating.
He touched the hooded nub above where his cock dove inward. She jumped and then let out another breathy sigh that damn near had him coming. He stopped to collect himself, to try and hold on to his tenuous control.
Idly he toyed with her clit, enjoying how it swelled and strained, how she arched and writhed underneath him. Gently he pulled at it, careful not to hurt her, taking it between his thumb and forefinger as he stroked it.
When finally he felt her melt around his cock, going wet and wild in anticipation of her orgasm, he grasped her hips and bent to suck one pink-tipped breast into his mouth. Wanting to go with her, to take her with him, he thrust hard and harder still.
Her legs came up to wrap around his waist. His hands slid around to cup her ass, squeezing and holding her to him as he pounded into her again and again.
He nibbled and then licked at the sweet nipple just as he felt himself losing all sense of time or place. Frantically he grabbed at her, pulling her, pushing her, wanting her closer, straining to be inside her.
Faster, harder, the sweet friction against his cock drove him mad. The room around him blurred but not her. She remained as sharp and as focused in his vision. Constant. Beautiful. His.
Yes, she was his. She just didn't know it yet.
His balls drew up painfully. Fire gathered at the base and pushed upward, burning a path up his cock, holding, wavering. God. Then he erupted with a muffled gasp, jerking, heaving uncontrollably.
He couldn't get enough of her, couldn't get inside her deep enough. Her cry seared a path to his soul. His woman. His pleasure.
Gathering her fully into his arms, he held her while she went liquid around him, her legs weak and shaking as they slid down the length of his limbs. He held her, supported her, didn't want to let her go.
He inhaled her scent, holding it and savoring her natural sweetness with the musky scent of their passion. Addiction.
Her hands trailed down his back, tentative, as if she expected to be reprimanded. He closed his eyes, luxuriating in her touch, the silky feel of those wonderful hands. Hands that he'd spent so many hours enjoying, fantasizing about when he wasn't with her. Hands that knew him intimately, that had touched every inch of his body.
Just for a moment, he let her, because the alternative was pulling away.
"Beautiful," he whispered against her skin softly, so she wouldn't hear.
Beautiful He'd called her beautiful. At first she thought she'd imagined it, so faint was his whisper, but the word had spilled over her skin and carried to her ears.
It aroused her in a way no physical motions ever would.
They lay there, him blanketing her, her infused with his warmth, their bodies still joined. Finally he stirred, withdrawing from her with careful ease.
Coolness rolled over her skin, and she hugged her arms to her chest in a protective measure against the loss of his heat. To her surprise—and dismay—she heard the rustle of clothing and then the sound of the door opening. And closing.
Disappointment rendered her motion
less. She lay there on the bed, arms folded over her middle as the chill settled more firmly over her.
They were gone. Just like that.
The door opened again, and her heart leapt. Gentle hands— different hands—soothed over her shoulders and then to the sash around her eyes.
She blinked at the sudden light, and Cole's face came into focus as he stared down at her.
"They wanted to give you a break," he said. 'Tm having a tray brought up with something to eat and drink. If you're willing, they'll be back in half an hour."
She struggled to sit up, and he reached for her hand to help her. Yes, he'd seen her naked, but it was still discomfiting to sit around in the buff while they discussed her sexual debauchery.
"Thank you," she said huskily. "And yes . . . I'm willing."
Cole smiled, and his blue eyes twinkled. "They are lucky men to have such a willing woman."
She glared for a moment before realizing he was yanking her chain. "Damon's told you about me, I take it."
"Not in so many words. There are some things about a woman that a man doesn't need to be told. Take you, for instance. Strong willed. Beautiful. Defiant. Not a woman a man could ever easily rein in."
Beautiful. As odd flutter scuttled in her stomach. The word seemed to come so naturally to the men here, as if they appreciated the female form in all its varieties and not just those generally accepted in society.
She cocked her eyebrow as his other words settled in. "Why the hell would you want to rein a woman in?"
He chuckled. "Why indeed? I think, Julie, that you are a woman who is all the more breathtaking for that fact."
A flush of pleasure spread over her cheeks.
"You think I'm flattering you."
She shook her head slowly. "No, Cole. I think for whatever reason, the men here are different."
He eyed her questioningly.
"It would seem that Damon has the good sense to surround himself with men who appreciate and celebrate the differences in women. Not the sameness."
Cole flashed her a gentle smile. "I'd say you have the good sense not to listen to the men who don't appreciate your differences."
"Damn straight," she said with a grin.
"I'm very tempted to dismiss the two men who wait so anxiously to make love to you again," he murmured.
Her eyes widened. "Now why would you do that?"
"So I could have you all to myself. And trust me, Julie. You wouldn't miss having the extra guy around."
Well damn. A hot buzz sizzled up her spine. At least now she knew what Faith and Serena saw in this place. She didn't have to be submissive to appreciate the reverence with which women were treated here.
A knock at the door sounded, causing Julie to jump and then cover herself with her hands, which was pretty laughable given her bountiful attributes and the amount of skin not covered by her graceless pose.
Calmly, Cole went to the closet and drew out a robe. He settled it around her shoulders then waited as she put her arms through the holes. When she was done, he tied it snugly at her waist and then called for the person at the door to come in.
Another handsome man entered carrying a tray—were there no ugly men on the premises? While it was nice from a feminine perspective, it seemed a bit unrealistic. But then this place was all about fantasy.
Cole took the tray and dismissed the young man with a simple gesture. As he carried it to the bed, he met her gaze with a questioning glint in his eyes.
"Want company or would you prefer to eat alone?"
She looked down. "Well, now that I'm not naked, I'd prefer company unless you have other debaucheries to attend."
He laughed and settled onto the bed beside her. "I like you a lot, Julie. You're different. So many woman—and men—come here, most curious, a few rubberneckers, most having no idea of themselves. You, on the other hand . .."
"Oh, don't stop now," she said as she slathered creamy cheese spread on a cracker. "I've always wanted to be psychoanalyzed in a den of iniquity."
"You present a man the best kind of challenge."
She rolled her eyes. "Please don't give me the line about wanting to chase down and subdue me."
"Nope. A different sort of challenge. The challenge is to meet your needs and expectations."
Her eyebrows went up. "Ah now, that challenge I can live with. What woman wouldn't like the thought of a man busting ass to please her?"
"I have a feeling many have tried and failed."
"Hmm I'm not so sure about the trying part but yeah, plenty have failed all right."
She licked her fingers and then reached for the bottled water on the tray. She drank thirstily, closing her eyes in pleasure. When she opened them, Cole was staring at her with quiet intensity.
"You're coming on to me, aren't you?"
His expression didn't change but a hungry gleam entered his eyes. "If I am?"
She cocked her head to the side. "Doesn't it strike you as odd to be having this sort of conversation after I've just fucked two strange men and plan to fuck them again after intermission? That would bother most guys."
"I'm not most guys. All you have to do is say the word and it'll be you and me. Only I'd prefer to take you away from the den of iniquity, as you put it."
She stared back at him, considering all he'd said. He was truly a gorgeous man. And she just knew he'd be a generous lover. But. But what? What the hell could possibly be holding her back?
With a disgusted sigh, she recapped her water and shoved it away.
"The truth is, I don't know what I want right now," she said quietly. "Furthermore, I don't want to have to make decisions. I wanted to chase a few fantasies, dust myself off after making an ass of myself over a man. That's why I'm here. So far I'm not complaining."
"Fair enough," Cole said with a nod. "But when you're done with your chasing, you know where to find me. I can be a patient man, particularly when the outcome is worth waiting for. And honey, just so you know, you should never have to make a fool of yourself over any man. There are plenty of us only too willing to be the fool for you."
Wow. Just wow. What the hell was she supposed to say to that?
"You make it damn hard to not be all self-centered," she said.
White teeth flashed as he grinned. "I want you to be self-centered. Indulge while you can, because if you ever come knocking on my door, I'm not likely to let you out of my bed. Ever."
"I do love a selfish man," she said mournfully.
He checked his watch as she slid the last piece of fruit between her lips.
"Your guys are waiting, I'm sure. As I would be if I were in their place."
She pushed the tray away and stretched sensuously.
He stood by the edge of the bed and ran his finger lightly over her cheekbone. "At least let me help you undress again. It's the least you can do for rejecting my advances."
She laughed. "You seem so sure my rejection will stand."
"I think your interest is held elsewhere. If I didn't think it, I would be a hell of a lot more persistent."
Crap. Now she was a walking transparency. Nice. Damn
Nathan Tucker. He was ruining her love life and he wasn't even around.
She held up her arms in supplication, too disgruntled to argue with Cole. The fact was her interests were held elsewhere. No matter how hard she tried, Nathan Tucker still occupied her mind. She was even pretending it was him making love to her. Thanks to the blindfold.
Cole's gentle smile of understanding just further served to show her what an idiot she was being. He tugged away the sleeves, and his appreciative stare warmed her naked skin as the robe fell away.
"I'll replace the blindfold," he said as he reached for the sash. "But first I want to taste. Just one taste."
He hesitated long enough for her to protest if that was her wish before he lowered her to the bed until her back pressed against the rumpled covers. There was a hungry, almost primal look to his eyes that puckered her nipples long before
he lowered his mouth to take one.
Warm and light, his lips circled the straining knot. He sucked lightly at first and then harder. His tongue lapped over the tip but he never broke suction.
Her belly knotted and desire ran crazy circles in her belly and slithered lower into her pelvis. Her clit puckered, her pussy clenching and straining.
"You don't play fair," she groaned.
His eyes gleamed. "Never forget it."
He kissed her lips, not waiting for her to respond in kind before lifting away from her again.
He secured the sash around her eyes, and the room went dark once more. He touched her gently on the cheek and then retreated, his footsteps sounding farther away until the door opened and he left the room.
She only spared a brief moment of regret, interrupted when the door opened again. Her breath caught as a quiver of excitement slipped down her spine.
They were back.
Chapter 18
Nathan strode in the bedroom after glaring holes through a departing Cole. Having to stand outside while Cole put the moves on Julie, his Julie, and pretend that nothing was going on had him busting a nut.
Micah nudged him and shook his head. In other words, calm the fuck down.
He held his hands out in front of him and stared as if he could will himself to stop shaking. He didn't want to touch Julie while so much anger rushed through him.
Possessive. Who knew he had such a possessive streak? If asked, he'd have never thought he was the jealous type. Too much mental energy involved. And what woman was worth that kind of aggravation?
He sucked in several breaths and focused his attention on the bed where Julie lay. Instantly his anger was replaced by a red-hot haze of lust. All he had to do was look at the woman and he was a walking hard-on.
He snuck a look at Micah who, while not unmoved by the sight of Julie, didn't exhibit the insanity that Nathan felt. No, Micah was Micah. Cool as a cucumber. Which was fine with him, because he'd rather Micah not feel the same rioting emotions toward Julie.
It was for that reason that he'd been able to watch Micah touch her.
