“Shit. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I’m sorry.” Ty turned, finally meeting her eyes before looking away.
She gave him a frustrated look. “I’m not mad or anything. But do you mind telling me what the problem is? I was beginning to think it was my breath.”
She winked at him. Triumphant, as she saw him reluctantly smile.
“Well, now that you mention it,” He said, walking towards the limo pulling up in the valet area. “I was wondering one thing.”
“Ask away, darling. As Lena will tell you, my life is an open book.” Reese smiled at Jimmy the valet driver, walking by. Discreetly patting his ass. Jimmy looked at her in shock, blushing. Amusing her to no end.
Sometimes she loved being Reese.
Tyler continued, unaware. “The comment you made about us having a lot in common.” He began.
“Ahhhhhh yes. I was wondering when that would come up.” Reese stepped into the limo. He got in behind her, pausing to admire one of her shapely legs hanging out. Reese caught him staring. “It’s not staying here, sweetheart. It’s coming too.”
Ty had the decency to look embarrassed. “Sorry. It was there. I couldn’t resist.” He got into the limo, closing the door. “Sadist, please. You know the way.” Jimmy nodded. “Right away, Mr. Malone. There’s some champagne on ice back there. Help yourself.”
“Thanks, Jimmy.” Tyler reached for two long-stemmed glasses, looking at Reese. “You want?”
Reese gave him a seductive smile. “Oh, I always want. The champagne, that is.”
She leaned back, crossing her legs, allowing him a glimpse of creamy white thigh. She deliberately wore thigh high stockings. Ty muffled a groan. Seeing the familiar black lace of a garter belt.
And thought of Lena.
Fuck.
“So you had a question to ask me. What was it?” Reese interrupted his thoughts.
Ty cleared his throat. Trying to focus.
“It doesn’t bother you, the whole thing with me, Danny and Lena? I need to know.” Tyler handed Reese a glass of champagne. She took a sip before replying.
“Which part should I be bothered by? The fact that it was Lena, or that it was Danny?”
“I guess both, really. I feel weird, you knowing.”
Reese laughed. “Yeah, Lena’s in a class by herself, isn’t she? I, on the other hand, am somewhat less…warped.” She took another swallow.
“In answer to your question, I am bothered by neither. I’m certainly not in any position to judge.” She chuckled. “Not by a long shot.”
“I’m glad. For some reason, it would bother me if it bothered you.” He looked relieved, glad that weight was taken off. “I had another question.”
He looked at Reese’s dark burgundy lips.
Thinking of Lena’s blood red lips, staining his cock.
Just like he knew they would.
“Again, I’m wide open, honey.” Tyler didn’t miss the double entendre. He took her glass of champagne, sipping from the same spot her lips were.
“Are you really good at giving head?”
“More importantly, are you?”
“The way I see it, there’s only one way to find out.” Tyler slid his hand all the way up her thigh, stopping abruptly.
He remembered Lena, wild with her orgasm, trapped between him and Danny. Thrusting up inside of her. Exploding together.
He sighed. He was so lost.
“I can’t do this.”
Reese stared at him. “So. One of you are finally willing to admit it.”
“I’m sorry, Reese. It was wrong to ask you in the first place.”
“Eh. No worries. You’re right though. I’d gut you like a fish, if I hadn’t already made plans tonight. I figured you wouldn’t go through with it.”
Ty laughed uneasily.
She only looked like she was slightly joking.
“How did you know?”
“Call it a lucky guess. That, and the two of you are idiots. Now can you get that lovely limo driver to drop me off at the club? I’ve got a man to meet. I expect you’ve got somewhere to be as well?” she raised her eyebrow at him.
“Yeah. I guess I do.” Ty pressed the intercom.
“Jimmy? Can we head over to Ms. Roman’s house?”
“Sure thing, Mr. Malone.”
Reese looked at him quizzically.
“Do you mind if we switch limos? You take hers. I’ll see that she gets a ride.”
She looked at her nails, clearing her throat. Waiting.
“To the club, I mean.”
“Yeah. To the club.” She settled back into her seat. Closing her eyes.
She was getting a migraine.
“You know…the three of you deserve whatever madness that ensues.”
May god have mercy upon them all.
Chapter 7
Lena stepped out of her house when she saw the limo. She wanted to get to the club a little early to see to some details. She didn’t wait for the call, choosing to walk down the stairs. She looked startled seeing Jimmy jump out to open her door.
“Evening Ms. Roman.”
“Jimmy. What are you doing here? I thought Marcus was taking me tonight. Weren’t you with Ty?”
“He still is.”
Lena poked her head in the open door. Ty sat back, holding a glass of champagne.
She sighed.
“Why are you here, Ty? And where’s Reese?”
“Change of plans.”
“Do I want to know?”
“Reese is fine. On her way to the club as we speak. But in the meantime…”
Ty yanked her in and she tumbled down onto his lap. She sat up on her knees, straddling his thighs. Facing him. “What the hell? Let me go, Ty. Now.”
He kissed her, effectively silencing her with his lips.
She tore away from his mouth. “This is not happening, Ty.”
“It’s been happening, Lena.”
He hitched her skirt up as Jimmy sped off. Sliding his hands up her bare legs, to the apex of her thighs. Laying his head against her sex, already dampened with heat. Kissing her there, softly.
“I’ve missed you.”
Starved for her. Desperately hungered for her, more truthfully. He’d been going crazy without her. He needed to be alone after processing all that happened. He never realized what it was going to cost him.
Not having her near him. To see, or speak to.
They had never not spoke. It about killed him.
It was a humbling experience.
One he knew he didn’t want to go through again.
It had been two weeks and she missed this. Missed his touch. Missed the urgency.
She missed…him.
She needed…him.
Shit.
This wasn’t complicated. At all.
None of this made any sense. Her desire, her craving for him, drowned out all logic and reasoning. His musky, sexy, maddening smell, the intoxicating scent that was uniquely Tyler Malone, permeated her senses.
Lena took his hand, placing it inside her halter top. She wore no bra. Using her own hand she helped him rub her nipples, moaning out loud.
“Did I ever tell you I love your breasts?” His lips were inches from hers. She could feel his breath, caressing her lips.
“Did I ever tell you how much I love you-your cock?”
She froze for seconds that felt like years. Terrified at her confession.
Oh god.
What the fuck did she just do?
When he didn’t react, she relaxed. Maybe he hadn’t heard the slip.
She continued unzipping his fly, easing her hand inside. She felt him, already warm, hardened steel. It didn’t take much. He was on fire for her. Already on the edge.
Heart pounding. Blood rushing through her veins. Adrenaline kicking into overdrive.
Aching, desperate need coloring everything.
Ty thrust himself into the softness of her hand, giving a low growl of satisfaction fr
om deep within his chest. “Appreciation is always nice. It makes a man feel…loved.”
She eyed him sharply as he looked at her. Gaze intent, direct.
Lena grabbed Ty’s shirt, pulling him close.
“Shut up and kiss me again. Can you handle that?”
“Always happy to oblige, love.” He placed his lips back on hers, prying her mouth open with his tongue, nipping her lip, playfully. Lena settled back into the soft, plush seat of the limousine.
The fucker always could kiss. His hot, moist tongue licking her lips, biting the corner. Taking her lower lip into his mouth, sucking the tender flesh. She knew there would be a bruise tomorrow.
His hands thrust between her legs, where he discovered she wore no underwear, either. His fingers slid into her pussy, inserting three of them inside, then four.
She gasped in response, moving her hips, taking him deeper inside. She unbuttoned his shirt, moving her fingers over his chest, stopping to pinch his nipples. They grew hard underneath her hands. He grabbed both of her wrists, trapping them on the sides of her thighs.
He dragged his mouth up her thighs, parting her legs, getting to the sensitive folds between. He kissed her clitoris softly, licking the moist outer walls of her pussy, blowing his hot breath onto her damp, heated skin. His tongue returned to her vaginal lips, lapping up the wetness seeping out. Catching every drop trickling down her legs.
The feeling was driving her wild. She almost came all over him right there, but Ty stopped her. “Not yet. We don’t want it to be over too soon, do we?”
“Of course not. Because then, you won’t get to feel this.”
She pushed him back, taking him in her mouth.
Ty thrust between her waiting, open lips. She took him all in, slowly pulling her mouth off, hearing a resounding pop as the head emerged, swollen and oozing pre-come. He tried using his hands to push himself back in her mouth.
She stopped him. “Oh nooooo…not yet, baby. We don’t want it to be over too soon, do we?” Her words mocked him as his did before.
She licked his cock slowly, teasing it over her lips. Sucking the tip, but never taking it completely in.
“Oh, fuck…Lena…please…suck it, baby. I’m asking nicely.”
“Do you want it?” She teased him, licking and nipping at his cock. Licking away more of the pre-come appearing on the tip of the fat, veined, purple head.
She swallowed, savoring the salty sweet taste of him. Her half-lidded eyes meeting his hooded gaze. Taunting him. Challenging him.
“Shit. Yes, I want it, damn you.” He ground out, his body tense with impending release.
“Do you really want it?” She placed her mouth on him, taking him in halfway. Rapidly sucking in and out. Licking the shaft up and down, using her hands to smear pre-come down the length of his cock. Jerking him up and down.
He surged forward, mustering up every ounce of self-control he had, resisting spurting into her waiting, open mouth.
“Keep in mind, sweetheart. Payback is a bitch.”
Lena smiled. “I’m looking forward to it, darlin’. Believe me.”
She knew he would give as good as he got. She was more than ready.
She took him all in, once again. She felt him thrust in the back of her throat, tasting him, as he spilled some of his sperm into her. She knew she had teased him enough.
She positioned herself over his glistening cock, climbing astride him, fully clothed. She was so wet, her juices flowed out, and down her thighs.
Slowly, she guided his penis until he was fully inside her, every throbbing, hard inch. She moved, engulfing him completely. Taking him on the ride of his life.
The sensation of her scraping against his cock every time she sat down, in and out was one of delicious torture. She rode him rough, then slow. Rough, then slow once again.
She could take him as deep as she wanted this way. And sweet mercy. He was so fucking thick. She could almost feel him in her throat. Lena closed her eyes, savoring the tight, almost painful fit.
He let her lead the way, shifting to a sitting position. He took her nipple in his mouth, sucking on them, biting down on the ripe fruit. She arched forward, inhaling softly at the sting of his bite, sinking down harder. Riding the hell out of him. Like she couldn’t get enough.
Ty was far from finished. He pulled out of her, maneuvering himself, so once again, he was on top. He tilted her face up, meeting his.
“Tell me what you want.”
He parted her legs, seeing the slit of Lena’s pussy. Without hesitation, he rammed himself inside. She tensed, remaining silent, her already sensitive clit becoming even more charged with feeling. She couldn’t believe she was still coherent.
“Tell me, Lena. Now.” His voice was demanding, urgent.
“Get me off, Ty.” Her voice was breathless with emotion. “Make me come, all over that fat, yummy cock of yours. I want to feel you come deep inside. Talk to me.”
“Talk about what, darlin’?” Tyler thrust into her wetness again forcefully, shoving her up against the seat. “How good you feel surrounding my cock?” He slid his arm around her waist, driving her down on him.
“How exquisite you taste while I’m sucking on your sweet little cunt? Cramming my tongue inside you, getting all your delicious cream?”
“Oh. God. Yes. Like that, baby…Fuck. Keep talking.”
“Or maybe…how good Danny’s cock felt in my mouth?”
There it was. What she had been waiting to hear. Whether she knew it or not.
On a subconscious level, she knew.
Lena moaned at the visual, splaying her hands against his chest. Gripping his thighs with hers. She looked down, seeing his cock gliding in and out of her slick, vaginal opening. She could feel him. Pulsing inside her walls.
She wrapped her hands around his cock, letting the tip slide over her pussy. Moaning at the touch. The control. The feel of him.
He was more necessary to her then she realized.
“Tell me. Tell me how it felt, Ty.”
“Tell you how what felt, Lena? How I got him off? Oh, baby. Sucking on that cock…taking him to the back of my throat, tasting that salty sweet come on my tongue. It was fucking amazing. Making him come so that it all ran down my throat, choking me, because it was so fucking much. You know how it feels, right?”
Her breath caught at the image. Holy shit, that was hot.
Hot in ways she never knew it would be.
“But you know what was even better, Lena?”
Her breathing slowed, becoming ragged with anticipation as he continued fucking her, slow and steady. Lazily gliding in and out of her as she rubbed her clit. Brushing over it with the pad of her finger.
“What…was better? Tell me, Ty.” Her voice was rushed. Breathless.
“The way his ass felt with my cock in it.”
She felt a new sheen of liquid coat her fingers as she rubbed her clit, faster and faster.
“Holy fucking Christ. Oh yeah. Keep talking, Ty. Keep fucking my pussy. God I want to come so bad. Don’t. Stop.Anything.”
“You like that, don’t you, sweetheart? The way I bent him over, fucking that tight hole of his, until he screamed for mercy. I just fucked him harder, though. Rougher. Shooting my whole load off inside of him and watching it, ooze out down his thighs. Rubbing my cock in it, and then making him suck it off. Getting me hard all over again.”
“Oh. My. God.” She arched her back, thrusting her clit against the force of her hand. Against the gliding, smoothness of his cock, her breath shuddering against her clenched teeth.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Watching us fuck each other, rough and hard? He’s got me ready now, Lena. You know how big Danny is. It was a lot to take him, but he’s got me so ready. He used his fingers….his mouth.”
Lena moaned out loud.
“He stuck his tongue deep inside me, baby. You know how that feels right? That wet, moist tongue, probing deep inside. It was so wet, so hot, I almost came again.
Right then and there, but I waited, Lena. I waited until he fucked me, with that big, beautiful cock, stretching me, filling me deep. I only wish you were there to see it.”
Her nipples became hard little points. Having him inside her, his words, everything combined, brought her over the edge. A dark, hedonistic tsunami, enveloping her while he rammed into her aching, dripping cunt.
She screamed, her orgasm hitting her without warning. She moaned, whimpered as bursts of heat continued, feeding the aftershocks of her release.
He shuddered, with a low, guttural moan, exploding inside of her as he came. Continuing to come for what seemed like forever. She followed behind him with a second rapidly quick orgasm, vibrating in her core, as his filled her delectable cunt with his spend.
He collapsed on top of her, his heart rate slowing down against her chest. At that moment, the limo finally stopped.
Jimmy buzzed in through the intercom.
“Mr. Malone?”
“Yeah, Jimmy?”
Jimmy discreetly coughed. “We’re at Sadist.”
Lena was not happy.
She saw Reese, going over the V.I.P. list with security. Lena frowned, mouthing the words, I need to talk to you.
Reese just grinned, watching Lena adjust herself discreetly, as best she could.
She could not believe she just fucked Tyler. Again.
In a limo.
On the way to a party. To meet Danny.
Who probably wouldn’t be pleased.
Oh, she more than fucked him. That was…
Shit. She didn’t have words.
Dear God, what was she thinking?
Ty wasn’t faring much better. He didn’t know how he felt right now. He couldn’t really bring himself to feel bad though.
Not after that little workout. He grinned to himself.
“You, uhhhh…want something to drink?” Tyler asked her. He smiled at her trying to put herself back together. In the limo she had to completely replace her skirt.
Why she had an extra one, he didn’t ask.
She hadn’t volunteered an answer.
“I could use some water. I’m a little…parched.” She winced at her slightly scratchy voice. Her throat still hurt from screaming.
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