Birthday Girl: Paolo's Playhouse, Book 3 (4 page)

She gradually softened against the dual seduction. She finally felt comfortable enough to wrap her arms around Marc and hold him for the first time. He was taller, slimmer than Tyler. She didn’t want to keep comparing them, but she couldn’t help it. His body was just as hot. Just as hard. Marc swept his tongue inside her mouth, tickled her tongue. Tyler teased her earlobe between his teeth and tweaked her nipples with his fingers. She shuddered as wild sensations ran over her skin.

“I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting.” A male voice, accented, smooth, lyrical.

Shannon jerked at the interruption. How quickly she’d forgotten where they were. She hadn’t even heard the door open. Tyler and Marc slowly stepped away from her. They shook hands with the handsome young man who stepped calmly through the door as if they hadn’t just been caught in the throes of heavy threesome foreplay. She tried to slow down her rapid breathing before she spoke. It didn’t matter. She had no words. No thoughts but to keep building the arousal that had been growing within her all evening.

He wasn’t going to ignore her, though. The man with the dark wavy hair and piercing blue eyes walked up to her, stopped in front of her, took one of her hands and held it between both of his. “Welcome. I am Paolo and this is my playhouse. I am so glad you have come this evening. I hope you are able to live out your fantasy here tonight.”

Wow. Talk about charming. “Thank you. I’m looking forward to it. I’m lucky to have these two handsome guys with me tonight.”

Paolo smiled. “I would say the two gentlemen are fortunate to be in the company of such a beautiful woman.”

“Thank you.” The heat from his hands sank into her skin, warming her even more. All the tension had left her body, leaving her relaxed and yet so incredibly aroused. She found herself leaning into him just a little. “Wow. You have an interesting job. Fulfilling people’s fantasies.”

“I enjoy it, yes, but actually we merely provide a safe and private place for those fantasies to be fulfilled.” Ooh, he was way too smooth and charming for his own good. Shannon wanted to rub up against him and purr.

“I bet you have requests for all sorts of fantasies.”
Have you ever had a woman and two men want a room before?

“I’ve found that fantasies are as individual as the people who come through these doors.”

His sensual lips lifted in a small smile. What would those lips feel like brushing over her skin? As if he read her mind, he lifted her hand and softly kissed her knuckles. Tingles ran along her body. “I have a playroom reserved especially for you and your gentlemen,” he said.

Tyler came up beside her and she ran her hand up his back. He was hot and hard and ready. She wanted to strip off his shirt and feel his bare skin beneath her fingers. To feel his fingers on her bare skin. Shannon kissed Ty’s neck and then reached for Marc’s hand and squeezed it. “I can’t wait.”

Paolo’s smile lit up his eyes. “Please come this way.” He led them through the door and down a long hallway. Their footsteps were silent on the soft carpet. Paolo stopped in front of a nondescript door. Ty and Marc pressed into her on either side. Who knew tonight she would be surrounded by incredibly sexy hunks?

Paolo opened the door and ushered them into a large room. The walls were painted a rich chocolate brown. There was so much in the room, Shannon couldn’t take it in all at once. An extra long, king-sized bed took up one side of the room. Two sofas flanked a long, padded ottoman on the other side. There were several chairs and square ottomans placed here and there around the room. Colorful pillows were strewn around the floor. There was space here for way more than three people. What was this, the orgy room?

“If there is anything you need, please let me know,” Paolo said. He lifted her hand to his lips again and planted another soft kiss there. “I hope you enjoy your evening.”

“Thank you.” She glanced up at Tyler.

He winked at her then shook Paolo’s hand. “Thank you.” Marc shook his hand as well and then Paolo left, closing the door behind him. Leaving her alone in this decadent room with two men. The fact that one was her husband didn’t really ease her discomfort. What did she do now? How did they start?

Ty and Marc hadn’t moved. They stood so close to her, she could feel the heat from their bodies. She swore she could even hear the frantic beats of their hearts.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Tyler said softly. She stepped into the familiar circle of his arms. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Yes!” She was tired of the question. “Just because I don’t know
how
to do this doesn’t mean I don’t want to.”

“We can take our time,” Marc said from behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders. “There’s no rush.”

And slowly, Tyler lowered his lips to hers, brushing them sensuously against hers, dragging his tongue along the seam, moistening her dry lips. She clung to him, opening her mouth to the insistent press of his tongue. He rocked his hips, pressing his rigid erection against her stomach.

As Shannon moaned and melted against Tyler, Marc pressed his body into her from behind. He massaged her shoulders again with slow, deep strokes. His hard erection rubbed against her ass. Her sex seemed to open up, swell and moisten, from the caress of the two hard cocks along her body.

Tyler suddenly broke away from her, pulled her sheer blouse from the waistband of her skirt. “Let’s get you out of these clothes.” She felt Marc’s hands at the zipper of her skirt.

“Wait!” She’d had so little control tonight. Over them. Over herself. She took a step away from the two pairs of greedy hands. “No. Not yet. I want to watch you guys take off your clothes first.”

She was facing Tyler, so she saw his brows lift, his gaze meet Marc’s over her shoulder. Ty’s grin was infectious. “Whatever you say, Birthday Girl.”

She kicked off her shoes and then plopped down onto the nearest ottoman to watch, crossing her arms over her breasts. But if she thought she was going to enjoy a little strip show, she was sadly mistaken. She’d never known two guys could strip as fast as these two did. She’d barely blinked when they stood naked before her, two incredible examples of the male species.

Two contrasts too. Although he was tanned, Tyler’s skin was lighter than Marc’s olive complexion. Ty’s tan lines showed at his waist and thighs, while Marc’s skin was an even tone. Either he tanned all over, or this was his natural skin color.

Marc was tall and lean, his muscles sculpted and defined. The silver jewelry he wore glowed against his skin. His incredible pecs and abs were completely devoid of hair and she absently wondered if he waxed. Shannon was more concerned with how that hot skin would feel beneath her hands. She itched with the desire to run her fingertips over the smooth bulges. Her gaze dropped and she saw his cock was long and dark, curling up toward his stomach from a nest of tightly trimmed dark curls.

Ty was a little shorter and stockier than Marc. His chest had a light sprinkling of hair that she loved to rub up against. Shannon knew every inch of that body, had traced it with her fingers, tasted it with her tongue. His cock was thicker, the veins bulging beneath the velvety skin. Her mouth watered as she remembered its taste and the weight of it on her tongue. Her sex throbbed with the need to feel him filling her.

“Got your fill of looking?” Tyler asked, amusement clear in his voice.

She snapped her gaze up from groin-level.

“Enough procrastinating. Time for you to strip for us.”

Marc nodded in agreement and crossed his arms over his impressive chest.

She rose before them on shaky legs. They hadn’t made a production out of stripping, so she wouldn’t either. After quickly unbuttoning, she arched her back, and let the open blouse slither down her arms and pool at her feet. Then she unzipped her skirt, stepped out of it and kicked it away.

So they stood there. Three naked people, aroused and nervous as hell. At least she was. Tyler and Marc walked over to her, circled her slowly, almost like two graceful, wild animals, stalking her in a strangely thrilling way.

Tyler pounced first. He grabbed her and pulled her to him, crushing his lips to hers as if he couldn’t wait one more second to taste her. His fingers speared through her hair and cupped her head, holding her there. She grasped his shoulders and melted against him, drinking him in and pressing her needy body into his.

She felt Marc push against her from behind, but this time it felt completely different. Bare skin slipped against bare skin on both sides of her body and she could barely breathe from the overwhelming sensations. Two hard bodies pressed against her, heating her quickly, both inside and out.

Marc’s hand ran down her spine, sending shivers along her skin. His heavy bracelet brushed against her in an unfamiliar way that was strangely exciting. When he slid his long fingers between the cheeks of her ass, she shuddered in response. He pushed his thumb against her anus as Tyler nibbled on her lips. They both pressed their hard cocks against her hips and her pussy clenched with the need to be filled.

Marc kept the pressure on her puckered hole while he slid a finger farther between her legs, teasing her slick and swollen tissues. Ty plunged his tongue between her lips at almost the same time Marc plunged a finger deep into her core. She gasped from the sudden rush of sensations. Her knees buckled and Tyler caught her by the shoulders before she did something really stupid like fall at their feet.

“It didn’t take her long to get hot and wet again,” Marc said with a groan. “I think she likes to be played with.”

Ty released her lips and looked deep into her eyes as he said, “She likes to play with toys too.”

Her breath caught and she couldn’t drag her gaze away from his. So they were going to talk about her again like she wasn’t there. Shannon didn’t know why it turned her on, but it was so damn hot to stand there and listen to them say those things about her.

“Toys?” Marc wrapped one arm around her waist and continued to plunge his finger in and out of her center. “Are you saying she likes to use kinky sex toys?”

“We have a whole bag of them at home. She was just complaining tonight that we don’t use them often enough.” Ty stepped away from her, leaving her in Marc’s hands. “Why don’t you take her over to that sofa and I’ll look through these cabinets to see what I can find?”

Marc slowly dragged his finger from her core and then reached around to slip it into her mouth. She sucked it clean. “Good girl.” He was still behind her, his arm around her waist, and he pulled her tight up against him. His stiff cock rode the crack of her ass hard for just a moment. Then he kissed her cheek gently. “Come on, hon,” he murmured in her ear.

He led her over to a long brown sofa. After he sat down, he pulled her onto his lap with her back to him. He spread her legs wide and placed them on either side of his. The air was cool on her wet pussy. He reached around her and covered her breasts with his large hands.

She felt so lazy, almost sedated. While intense arousal normally made her feel restless and even a little bossy, right now she found she didn’t mind being led around and talked about. Some other time she might wonder why, but right now there was a hard cock pressed up against her ass and two hands squeezing her breasts. She couldn’t find anything to complain about.

She leaned back against Marc and watched Tyler opening drawer after drawer in a long bank of cabinets along one wall.

“Wow, they have everything in these drawers,” Tyler said. “What should we use on her first?” He held up a pair of nasty-looking nipple clamps joined by a long silver chain. “What do you think, Marc?”

Marc nodded. “Look how tight her nipples are already, like hard red berries.” He reached out and lightly rolled her nipple between his thumb and fingers. She couldn’t stop from pressing into his palms and moaning out loud. Thank goodness they weren’t in the restaurant any longer.

“She likes to have them played with, doesn’t she?”

“Pinch her nipples harder,” Tyler said. “She likes that.”

Marc twisted her nipple roughly. Shannon gasped and arched her back. He began to play with both nipples, pinching and rolling them, sending jolts of sensation straight to her core.

“You were right about her nipples being sensitive,” Marc said, his breath warm on her cheek, his fingers still plucking her nipples. “I think we have to decorate them with some clamps.”

Her nipples prickled just from the thought. It had been a long time since they’d played with the nipple clamps.

“Okay. Nipple clamps. Check.” Tyler opened another drawer. “What do you think about a paddle? Maybe a flogger?” He glanced over his shoulder and froze. He slowly turned around to face them, the nipple clamps in one hand, a leather paddle in the other. Shannon tried to imagine the image she made, sprawled on Marc’s lap, her legs widespread, his fingers playing with her nipples. “Wow. I wish I had a camera right now.”

She squirmed but Marc held her close. He swept one hand down her side until he reached the curve of her ass.

“I like the look of that paddle,” Marc said. “Does she turn a pretty shade of pink when you spank her?”

“Sometimes her skin practically glows. She likes it when her ass is all hot and red.” Ty turned the paddle over and over in his hand. “Wait till you feel the heat of her skin.”

Marc rubbed her hip, as if he was already imagining how her skin would feel after she’d been paddled.

She squirmed again, she couldn’t help it. She did like to be spanked, although Tyler usually just used his hand. Ty came over to them with the clamps and paddle. He set the paddle down on the padded ottoman that was placed in front of the sofa, and then he sat down, facing them. He held up the nipple clamps and grinned wickedly.

Marc circled her wrists with his long fingers, pulled her hands behind her back and held them there. He kissed the back of her neck. “Just in case, hon.”

“Good idea,” Ty said as he leaned forward with the first clamp in his hand. “I usually have her tied to the bed when I put these things on.”

Marc laughed. “You don’t need ropes when you’ve got a friend.”