Backdraft (3 page)

Craig pulled a slip of paper out of his pocket. “Yeah, check this out. She slipped me this note as I was on my way to the restroom.”

Dave opened the folded slip of paper. “Shit, are you serious?” he asked, reading it. “Does the whole fuckin’ world know we’re into threesomes?” He lowered his voice when he realized they weren’t alone backstage. “Who the hell is she?”

Craig shrugged. “How the hell should I know? She never took the mask off.”

He crumpled the piece of paper and tossed it in a nearby wastebasket. “Not gonna happen,” Dave said. “My old man already tore a strip off me when he heard about Linda Morrow. I told him I was done with that shit.”

“You serious?” Craig asked. “You’re not even tempted? Man, that chick had a rockin’ little body.”

He’d have to be blind not to notice that body. She was tiny, barely more than five feet tall, but she was curvy, with tits the size of ripe melons. His mouth watered just looking at them. “Her note said it was both or neither, a take it or leave it deal,” Craig said, turning to walk away. “I’ll tell her you’re not interested.”

“Wait,” Dave said, grabbing his shoulder. He hadn’t had sex in more than a month, and jacking off in the shower was getting old. He needed a living, breathing female to take the edge off tonight, and if she happened to be built like a stripper, so much the better. “Okay, I’m in, but this is the last time, and no one can find out about it. Deal?”

Craig walked over to the wastebasket to retrieve the ball of paper. Fisting it in his hand, he said, “What are we waiting for? Let’s get this party started.”

Dave followed Craig to the hotel in his truck. He turned the vehicle off as a feeling of uneasiness settled over him. He had never been apprehensive before, not since the first time a woman they met in a bar proposed the idea of a threesome.

Craig knocked on the window of his truck, grinning. “You up for this or what?”

Reaching for the door handle, he said, “Yeah, let’s do it.”

According to her note, she would leave an envelope containing her room number and key card with Craig’s name on it at the front desk.

Dave lingered near the elevator as he waited for Craig. After punching the button, he asked, “We good to go?”

“Yeah,” Craig said, holding the envelope in his hand. He waited until they stepped on and punched the button for the fifth floor before he said, “Oh yeah, I forgot to mention our girl has laryngitis. She won’t be able to talk much, maybe just whisper.”

That suited Dave just fine. He wasn’t in the mood for small talk. He wanted to get fucked hard and fast so he could get the hell out of here before someone spotted them and ratted him out to the chief. “Whatever.” He followed Craig down the hall and watched him slip the key card into the slot. He frowned when they stepped into the dark room. “Where the hell is she?” he whispered.

Craig shrugged. “Beats me.” He hit the light switch and pointed to the bed. “Look, there’s a note.” He walked to the bed and picked up the slip of paper, reading it.

“What the hell’s with all the secrecy? This feels weird to me, man. Maybe we should just bail. She could be some psycho chick who’s just trying to set us up, ya know?”

Laughing, Craig said, “She looks to be about a hundred pounds, Briar. I think we could take her if she tries anything.”

Ignoring his friend’s remark, he pointed to the note. “What’s it say?”

Craig passed him the note, a grin splitting his face. “See for yourself.”

“Oh hell no,” he said, scanning the brief note. “A blindfold and handcuffs? Is she nuts? I don’t even know who the hell she is.”

Craig laughed. “Stop being such a pussy, man. It’s not like we’ve never used that shit before.”

Dave enjoyed being in control, and he certainly wasn’t going to relinquish that control to some little vixen with a dominance complex, no matter how much he wanted to fuck those amazing tits. “Ya, but we were the ones binding and blindfolding, not the other way around.” “It says here she’s in the shower, but it sounds like she’s out now. The hairdryer is on. We’re running out of time. You want to do this or not?”

Son of a bitch. His dick was so hard it felt like a steel rod. What the hell was it about this room that made him so hard? He walked around, trying to uncover the unique scent. “Is that her perfume?” he asked. God, if it was, he wanted to lick it off her.

“I don’t know. I don’t smell anything.”

It wrapped around him, infiltrating his nostrils, his pores. He was getting drunk on it. “Fuck, I can’t believe you can’t smell that.” The hairdryer turned off and he knew his window of escape was closing. But he didn’t want to escape, not from her. “All right, shit, let’s do this,” he said, sitting down on the bed.

Craig laughed as he fastened the blindfold to his friend’s eyes. “You can’t see anything, can you?”

“Fuck off, asshole,” Dave growled. “Hey, why doesn’t she want you bound and blindfolded?”

“How the hell should I know?” Craig chuckled. “Hey, maybe the little boss lady will want you out of that tux.”

“I’m not cuffed yet. I can still kick your ass, just remember that.”

“Not even on your best day,” Craig muttered. “Okay, slide back, let’s get this over with. Now it’s starting to creep me out.”

The two men had gotten involved in some pretty crazy sexual feats over the years, but they always had a woman between them. Dave suspected it made his friend as uncomfortable as he was, preparing for the act when it was just the two of them. What if she expected them to go at it? That was so not going to happen. But he would be cuffed, defenseless. Not that he didn’t trust Craig. Okay, maybe he wouldn’t trust him with his woman again, but he knew Craig wouldn’t cross certain lines, and that was definitely one of them.

Once he was bound to the bed, he asked, “Okay, now what?” He sensed the lights in the room turn off and heard the click of a door. He knew, without asking, that she had finally joined them. A soft buzzing sound cut through the silence. A cell phone. The loud ringing sound that followed told him that one of them had a new text message.

“Shit,” Craig muttered. “You’re not going to believe this, but I’ve got to go work. Johnson just called in sick and I’m first on the list.”

“Are you serious?” Dave asked. He couldn’t decide how he felt about having this kinky little vixen to himself. He knew nothing about her, hadn’t even seen her face, yet there was something compelling about her.

“Yeah, you okay with that?”

“I guess so, but I thought it she wanted both of us or neither?”

He laughed. “Uh, I think she’s come too far to turn back now. I’ll tell her to go easy on you. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah, sure.” Dave listened to the sound of receding footsteps and the click of the door as his friend left the room. Holding his breath, he waited for her to make the first move. “Uh, are you still there?”

Instead of responding, he felt her weight on the bed. She climbed on top of him, straddling him as her fingers worked at the buttons running down his shirt. This was so messed up. He was about to fuck a woman whose face he’d never seen, whose voice he’d never heard.

She lowered herself, pressing her bare tits against his chest, as she sucked his earlobe into her mouth.

He groaned. Suddenly, nothing else mattered. He didn’t care who she was or where she came from or whether she might cost him that promotion. Fucking this woman was suddenly the only thing that mattered.

She thrust her tongue into his mouth, swallowing his guttural moan. It was so unexpected, and the fact that he didn’t know it was coming and hadn’t initiated it made it even more erotic. He was dying to thrust his hands into that long dark hair and take control, but he couldn’t. She was in control, and he had no choice but to surrender if he didn’t want the pleasure to end. The kiss went on and on, as though she viewed their mating of tongues as a prelude to the act itself. God, if a kiss could turn him on like that, he couldn’t wait until she fastened that mouth to his cock.

“Baby, please,” he whispered, tearing his mouth away, panting into her neck. There was that scent again. He licked her neck and his cock twitched, as though his entire body was hard-wired to respond to that unique, spicy scent. “Fuck,” he said, sucking the tender skin into his mouth, marking her. “I just want to eat you alive.”

She moaned softly, brushing her hair aside to give him access to her neck.

Grinding her mound in his leg, he knew she was getting close. He could hear it in her breathing, feel it in the pulse point pressed against his lips. He kept licking and sucking the sensitive skin, marking her over and over again. He had never branded a woman before in his life. What was it about her that made him want to lose control and say fuck the consequences?

“Yes,” she whispered.

He could barely hear it, but he wanted to evoke that sexy chant over and over again. “Sit on my face,” he growled. “I want to eat your pussy.” He sensed her hesitation when she pulled away. “Right now, and don’t make me tell you again.” She may have thought she was in control, but she didn’t know him.

He felt her crawl up his body, positioning her thighs on either side of his face. “That’s it. Now let me taste you.” He flicked his tongue out and smiled when he felt bare, soft skin. “I love that,” he whispered. He hadn’t had a completely bare woman in so long. Not since… Shit, he was not going to go there now. “Let me have you, all of you.”

She shifted, and he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. She tasted and smelled incredible. That sexy, spicy scent seemed to permeate her pores, straight to her pussy. He lost it, licking, sucking, fucking her with his tongue as though she were his last meal. Her whimpers of pleasure shot straight to his cock and he wanted to make her scream. He intended to love her like no man ever had. Fuck, he had to own this sweet pussy.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

It was barely a sound, as though she was trying to hold back, but he wanted, needed more. He wasn’t going to be satisfied until she was screaming his name and filling his mouth with her hot come. “Let go,” he said, cursing the handcuffs. He wanted to spread her pussy lips apart and dive in. “Just let go, I want to hear you scream. Say my name, say it.”

“Dave.”

His cock strained against his zipper at the sweet sound of his name on her lips. Drawing her clit between his lips, he swirled his tongue around the swollen bud, fixating on the pleasure he knew he could give her. First chance he got, he would turn this game around. He wanted her tied to this bed, spread eagle, so he could suck and fuck and taste every sweet inch of this luscious body.

He felt her legs clench and tremble, and he knew she was close to coming. He dipped his tongue inside of her, coating his lips with her juices. He didn’t know which one of them was enjoying this more. He loved sex, loved pleasuring women, but it had never gotten him off like this. The sensation of her pussy throbbing against his mouth almost drove him over the edge of sanity, but he wanted more. He needed to make her come again and again. He wanted her to walk away from this night with more than just a nice memory. He would leave a lasting impression on her body and her heart.

He groaned when she pulled away and he felt her getting off the bed. “Get back here. I’m not finished with you, not by a long shot.”

When her soft hands brushed his abdomen, he knew she was taking his pants off. Finally, his cock was free to get in on the action. He almost lost it when she fisted his shaft in her hand and he felt the brush of her long hair falling on his thighs. This couldn’t get any better. “That’s it, baby,” he muttered. “Suck my cock. Show me what you can do.” He almost bit his tongue when she took him in her mouth, drawing him deep down her throat on the first pass. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. This was the most attention his cock had received in months. Hell, who was he kidding? No one had ever given him a blowjob quite like this, which made him wonder where his little minx was practicing. He couldn’t explain why, since he didn’t even know her, but it irked him to think about her doing this to some other guy. “Mine,” he muttered, his words following his train of thought. He didn’t want another man to experience her mouth like this, ever.

She started sucking his cock as though her life depended on it, making sweet little mewling sounds that shot straight up his engorged shaft.

Up and down, up and down. She sucked him harder, faster, until he was seeing stars. Lord have mercy, he was going to pass out if she didn’t stop soon. But he didn’t want her to stop. He wanted this to last forever. “Oh God, I’m gonna come, sweetheart. Pull back if you don’t want…” But before he could finish the sentence, he was shooting hot bursts of come down her throat and she was milking him, taking every last drop.

She sucked him until she swallowed it all, holding him in her mouth until his cock was finally spent.

“What the hell just happened?” he whispered, trying to make sense of this. He had engaged in sex plenty of times, but this went beyond sex. He hadn’t even entered her yet and he was already hooked on this woman. “Who the hell are you?”

Chapter Three

Maya’s heart stuttered to a near stop when he asked the question. Had he figured it out?