Embracing the Fall (10 page)

“What is this?” he asked, sniffing the nutty smelling drink in his hand.

“It’s a chocolate cake shot,” Z said.

“Don’t ask me how lemon and hazelnut make chocolate flavor but it works. Yummy,” Cami
piped in as Z handed her the next shot, then made one for herself.

“Now.” Both girls, loaded with their drinks and fruit, faced him with serious expressions
as Z concluded. “Do you understand these rules as they have been explained to you?”

Evan measured them both in silence. They were playful and cute. He hadn’t expected
that. It was refreshing. He had been in the BDSM lifestyle for almost twelve years.
That’s a long time. So long that he’d forgotten how to just play with a woman. Since
he’d discovered his first club at age twenty-two, all of his sex had been intense
structured scenes, with women who only looked him in the eye when given permission
and the only time he spent with them was within that scene.

Refreshing didn’t even begin to cover what he was feeling right now; faced with two
beautiful and intelligent women who were in the mood to play was like a precious gift.

He downed the shot while staring at them both, then took his time sucking the lemon
and using his teeth to tear the flesh from the rind. He put the peel in his glass
and sucked a dollop of sugar off his thumb. “Mmm, delicious.” He sat forward and fixed
himself another while they continued to watch his every move. “Let’s do this.”

They were on their fourth episode–the ladies had graciously decided to start from
the beginning so he wouldn’t be lost in story lines and plot twists–and Evan was having
a blast. The show was surprisingly witty and well written. But, it was the women who
had him so enchanted.

They laughed and spoke over most of it, shouting out lines with enough gusto to impress
a Rocky Horror Picture Show fanatic. They drank like a couple of frat boys, throwing
back the shots without hesitation and lining up the next round.

As the night wore on, they shared tidbits about themselves. Cami was a movie buff
and Z had an obsession with romance novels.

They peppered him with good-natured probing about his life and the work that brought
him to New York. He got a kick out of the wide-eyed reaction to his new line of business;
all-organic grass-fed cattle. His was the largest ranch in Texas providing steroid-free
beef, and he was in New York overseeing the new distribution side of it. “Most of
America is content with what they get in the big chain stores. The general population
sees organic as just a fad or sales gimmick,” he said with exasperation. “The food
industry has been poisoning us for so long, people just accept it and think anyone
who questions the need for all of the pesticides and chemicals is just a conspiracy
nut.”

“Not me,” Ziporah said with only a little slur in her voice. “I hate processed, packaged
and pre-made garbage food. Homemade is the only way to go.” She tilted her head to
the side and added as an afterthought with a little nod, “Although, I don’t always
pick organic. It’s not the money, even though it’s more expensive. I get that it is
because organic farms aren’t big massive productions and so their costs are higher.
I’m cool with that
.
It’s that there isn’t what I need all of the time. If I’m making eggplant Parmesan
and there is no organic eggplant ... well? What can I do?”

“And organic meat is the hardest to get. Well, not really here in the city any more.
It has caught on here. But back home? Almost impossible,” Cami chimed in, leaned into
his side and rested her hand on his ribcage. Ah, alcohol, he thought
, thank you
. She nodded up at him as though encouraging him to agree with her, but his mind had
shut off the minute her hands had landed on him. Looking down into her not-so-focused
eyes, all he wanted was to kiss her. To keep from doing just that, he looked to the
television. “Look, that one’s dusted– time for another round.”

Ziporah and Cami had driven him crazy for the last hour. About a half hour into the
first episode, they had snuggled up to his sides, brushing their breasts against his
arms or rubbing their thighs along his. It was making it harder and harder for him
to remember that they were new to the scene and this was not a BDSM club, so they
were not simply his for the taking. Tonight was supposed to be just what it was, an
icebreaker to get them all used to each other. The problem was he didn’t want to stop
there; he wanted more.

The mood was seriously hot. The show wasn’t what had Evan so turned on. No, it was
the women who did that. He was watching a campy vampire show full of dead teenagers,
for crying out loud and yet, he was rock hard.

Cami was now snuggled-up under his arm and her thinly covered delicious body was a
soft sensual overload of delight against his side. Although Z had started out the
night sitting on the far end of the sofa, she was currently sitting so close he could
feel the heat flowing from her body to his. He adjusted his position a fraction and
... yes, now his thigh was stretched along hers, and she didn’t edge away. In fact,
she leaned in closer and not a force on the planet could have stopped the smile that
spread across his face. At this point, any victory, no matter how small, was worth
a celebration.

Never one to play it safe or quit while he was ahead, Evan slowly moved his arm from
the back of the couch and cupped the back of Z’s neck with a firm caress. He watched
her profile as he did, determined to stop if she gave any signs of distress. She didn’t
though. No, instead of stiffening or pulling away, Z tilted her head and closed her
eyes with a soft whimper that made Evan’s cock twitch in his jeans. He moved his touch
up into her hair and began to massage the base of her scalp and the sound she made
tightened every muscle in his body.

Cami got his attention just then when he felt her weight shift against him. She curled
onto her side and slid her knee up against his hip. She was watching him touch Z,
with her forehead resting on his shoulder and he knew she liked what she saw, because
he could feel the hot puffs of her breath getting faster.

With his chin, Evan nudged Cami’s face up. He wanted to see her eyes, to know that
she wasn’t spooked or threatened. To let her see in his that he intended to have them
both. What he saw in her expression ratcheted up his desire tenfold and had him dipping
his head to taste her.

Just as those full, sweet lips touched his, he felt Z stiffen and start to pull away.
Evan reacted like the Dom he was and fisted his hand in her hair to hold her in place.
He felt her initial resistance and then the melting arousal that followed after when
her body went pliant and her breathing increased as he kissed and lapped at Cami’s
mouth, drinking in this first delicious taste of her.

That was as far as he would push them tonight. He wouldn’t take things further without
the ground rules of safe words and limits in place. The women had other ideas, however.

All resistance gone, Z leaned closer. He felt the barest touch of her cheek against
his, then Cami shocked the hell out of him when he opened his eyes and saw her fingers
stroke Z’s jaw. Slowly, with eyes open and ready to stop if either of them tensed,
Evan pulled back just enough to brush his lips against Z’s. Cami shuddered and leaned
in for more. Z then reached up and trailed her fingers along Cami’s neck. Evan used
his free hand to cup Cami under her chin and brought the women cheek to cheek in front
of him, then licked first Z’s lips, then Cami’s and back again.

“Open,” he demanded in a voice gone hoarse with pent up passion. “Dammit, open for
me, now.” It sounded more plea than order to his ears, but he couldn’t care less,
because they did open for him and he fell into their kiss with a sound of hunger like
he’d never made before.

His hands actually trembled as he held them captive for his mouth, tasting the sticky
lemon-tainted sugar that clung to the corner of Z’s mouth and Cami’s bottom lip. Each
woman had a unique flavor and scent, and combined they blew his fucking mind. They
followed his lead as his kiss turned ravenous, all of them panting as the heat in
the room turned tropical.

Sliding his grip on Cami to the back of her head, he urged her kiss to his neck, while
he dove into his first full tasting of Z’s mouth with a groan. Cami didn’t hesitate
and latched onto the sensitive area just below his ear with enough gusto to do Joss
Whedon proud.

Even as chills from Cami’s bite raced down his spine, the feel and taste of Z’s mouth
flooded him in a heady rush. Her kiss was scorching hot, her small tongue tangling
with his as he swallowed her sighs of delight.

He was going to fuck them right here on the couch. He could see it in vivid detail.
He would sit Cami on the back of the sofa and he would feast on her sweet pussy as
he pounded into Z, who he would spread out on the cushions below. It was so clear
and so visceral an image that his whole body shuddered and every muscle bunched in
preparation of making it happen.

“Fuck!” He wrenched his head to the side with a gasp. “Stop. Girls, stop.” They were
panting and as worked up as he was, both of them moving in that sensual hip roll that
all women seemed to do naturally. He tucked them in tight on either side of his neck
with a hard clasp on the backs of their skulls. Fighting his nature, as well as theirs,
to slow them all down. The puffs of their breathing and the two different yet equally
appealing figures pressed into him wreaked havoc with his determination to hold back.

“Goddammit,” he groaned in frustration, pulling them in even tighter. “God, ladies.
I want you both so fucking bad right now.” He kissed one damp forehead and then the
other, breathing in each woman’s scent and taste. “Too many shots. Too drunk, ladies.
Too fucking drunk to take this step. Son of a bitch.” Their hands were running over
him, Z stroking his thighs and scraping her nails along the way, while Cami was running
hers up and down his torso, stopping to make small circles over the hardened tips
of his nipples.

His had started roaming, too. Learning their different shapes and curves. Ziporah
was sleek and toned, like a dancer or swimmer, with firm muscle over the long subtle
lines of her form. Cami was softer, fuller. She had a ripe and generous figure that
filled and overflowed his questing hand.

Over their backs, sides and hips was all he allowed himself, though. When he explored
them in full for the first time, he was going to have a clear head so nothing could
be in the way of allowing him to relish every single touch and discovery.

“I want to see you both tomorrow. Talk to each other in the meantime, alright?” He
gave a tug to their hair and they nodded, he was touched and aroused when they slid
their hands across his body until they met over his belly button and linked fingers,
a show of their bond. That they did it while still in his embrace caused a flare of
heat to surge through him, and he knew if he didn’t get out right now, he never would.
So, with a last brief, hard kiss for each of them, he disentangled himself from their
lovely limbs and reached for his jacket.

As he shrugged it on, he took one last look at them. They looked tipsy and tousled.
Cami’s baggy shirt was drooping completely off one shoulder so the full lush curve
of one of her impressive breasts was bared to him with only the thin sheer cotton
sports bra covering it. He could clearly see a deep rosy nipple poking out, just begging
for his mouth. Z’s thin tee was even worse for his peace of mind. Both her nipples
stood out in stark relief in that flimsy thing and her legs were doing a sensuously
slow scissoring along each other, an indication of just how worked up she’d gotten.

With a muttered curse, Evan turned on his heel and marched out the door. As he stood
on the curb and waived down a cab, he was tormented by the echo of two different perfumes
and the vibrating hum in his bones of unfulfilled desire. It would be a miracle if
he managed to sleep a wink.