Erogenous Zones: Monica's Secret (10 page)

“Nice arrangement.” It was Alec, and he walked over to them, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. The testosterone in the atmosphere had doubled, and it made Monica feel outrageously horny. Owen had stimulated her, and now her body begged for more. Alec’s chest and abs gleamed, his skin still damp from the shower. His blond hair, usually spiked, was smoothed back over his head, giving him a devilish look.

“Although I think you are a little underdressed,” Alec added. He folded his arms across his chest as he contemplated her.

Owen did the same. “Perhaps you are right. I’ve got just the thing.”

He strode off and returned a moment later with the second restraint. Alec unhooked her and led her to the centre of the room, where a deep wine coloured rug bearing the Cumbernauld logo stood at the end of the bed. Alec stood her in the middle of the rug.

“On your hands and knees,” Owen instructed.

She dropped and Alec moved with her, easing the rod that held her wrists apart onto the rug. He looked so deliciously decadent with that towel around his waist and his damp limbs gleaming.

“Knees apart,” Owen said, from behind her.

She glanced back over her shoulder. With an almost lazy movement, he opened his shirt buttons with one hand, the metal restraint held aloft in the other. Doubt riddled her. If

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she spread her legs as well, she would be totally at their mercy. Then he knelt on one knee beside her, and stroked his hand between her thighs.

When her head dropped and her eyes closed, he moved his hand from one side to the other, walking her knees apart. Shuffling, she followed his guide. A moment later she felt the cool leather against her ankles.

“An irresistible temptation,” Alec commented and pushed his fingers through her hair before he rose to his feet.

It was only as they walked around her, both of them staring at her, that she realised how lewdly displayed she was—naked, on her hands and knees, with her legs and arms splayed apart by the restraints. Unable to shift position, her breasts hung down and her entire rear end was on display. She tried to be aware of where they were, but the way they looked at her was so overwhelming that she hung her head, grateful when her hair trailed down on either side of the face.

“If you feel uncomfortable, in anyway, just say so,” Owen instructed.

Monica managed to nod her head.

Then they both walked away, and left her that way.

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Somehow, being left there, naked, on her hands and knees—so vulnerable and exposed—made Monica’s heart race even quicker, so fast that her breathing quickly became erratic. She seemed to see herself from all angles, from above and behind as they wandered nonchalantly away from her.

Swallowing down her nerves, she peeped up at them through her hair.

Alec returned to the champagne bottle and refilled the glasses. When she glanced over, she could see that Alec had dropped his towel. There was something so deliciously decadent about watching him reveal the solid muscular physique of his buttocks that she whimpered aloud. His gorgeous arse was as fit as the rest of him, and should have come with a wet-knickers warning. As he turned to one side she could see that his cock was already long and hard. When he clutched his balls in his hand briefly, she had to tell herself not to drool. He reached for the glass of champagne.

Owen had kicked off his shoes and she saw his shirt drop to the floor. Then he walked back towards her, squatted down in front of her, and lifted her chin with one finger. With a swift move he brought a glass to her lips. She looked into his eyes as she sipped gratefully at the drink he offered her.

When he returned to the table, he shed his trousers and shorts.

Monica’s breath caught in her throat, because when he did that Alec acted on it.

“Looking good, my man,” he commented, then dropped to his knees in front of Owen.

He placed his hands flat to Owen’s thighs, anchoring himself there as he licked Owen’s cock from base to crown before swirling his tongue around the swollen head.

It was then that she realised they had positioned her where she would see this happening. The knowledge startled her, but then she knew it had to be done. She had known they were lovers, but witnessing the evidence was the most arousing thing Monica had ever seen. Owen stood tall and straight, his feet widely placed, the muscles in his thighs and belly taut as Alec fellated him. She watched eagerly as Alec tugged on Owen’s balls and Owen grunted, his hand resting briefly over Alec’s head, a gesture suggesting encouragement. Alec

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knew exactly what do, and he worked that cock in and out of his mouth, building speed, maintaining the rhythm and gently squeezing and tugging Owen’s balls as he did so.

Owen’s head dropped back, his eyes closing, the muscles in his neck standing out like rope. His hips jerked, and she saw that Alec had wrapped his hands round the erect shaft of his lover’s cock and concentrated his action on the head. Moments later, Owen came. She saw Alec swallow, then pull free. Grabbing his shirt from the floor, he wiped Owen off.

“Got some more for the lady?” Alec said with a distinctly teasing expression as he wiped his lover’s thighs. Even while he spoke, he was stimulating Owen at the base of his cock. Owen looked over at her with dark, lust-filled eyes. He smiled her way and she felt it then, the symbiosis, the mutual willingness to share and enjoy.

“Oh I’ve got plenty for Monica. In fact, you’ve just made sure I’ll last even longer for our beautiful guest.”

Even longer
. The idea of him ploughing into her made her shiver. Her body was so desperate for it and so keyed up, she could scarcely imagine being able to stand it.

Meanwhile she was riveted to the image of the two men together. Alec’s cock was long and hard and arced out from his hips like a beautiful piece of sculpture. Yet he was intent on arousing Owen, as if his own pleasure was secondary to that of the man he was servicing. In the pit of her belly there was an ache of longing that swelled as she looked at Owen’s cock growing hard again. His erecetion had barely subsided, but in answer to Alec’s comment about her, it was right back.

Owen took it in his hand and stroked it up and down in a lazy movement as he approached her. Alec had risen to his feet and was now standing in front of her, observing.

Owen stood behind her, and she became increasingly aware of how exposed her rear end was, every part of her on display to him. Her body reacted, her sex tightening. When it did, moisture ran down between her folds, maddening her. She swayed, her breasts dangling lewdly. “Please,” she begged, desperate for relief.

“Please what, Monica?” Owen asked from behind her. “I need to know how much you want it.”

Monica cursed under her breath. Acting on instinct, she rose up onto her knees, tossing her hair back as she did so. Gazing up at Alec where he stood with his hand riding up and down on his shaft, she locked eyes with him. His hand stilled. She moved forward, the burn of the carpet on her knees making her nerves ragged. First she rested her cheek

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against the hot surface of his shaft, moving her face against him adoringly. Then she licked him, eagerly tasting the salty, fecund taste of his cock. When she ran her tongue up and down the arced shaft from where his fist was anchored around the base, to the head, he growled in his throat.

“Give it to me,” she whispered. She opened her mouth, and he directed his cock to it.

Taking the swollen head into her mouth, she closed her eyes and sucked, tasting him, her tongue lapping around the head before she shifted and took as much length into her mouth as she could.

The action made her even hornier, and hearing his response made sweat break out on her back. She saw that his balls had tightened and lifted, and felt his cock grow harder still as she worked it in her mouth. When she glanced up at him the tight muscles of his abs were standing out, his belly a hard rock of tension. His eyes glittered, his eyebrows drawn down as he concentrated on her.

“Okay, I’m convinced.” It was Owen and he was at their side.

Ducking down, he picked her up with his arms locked around the waist. Manhandling her easily he carried her to the bed. It was so unexpected that she cried aloud, then laughed, drunk on the moment. When he got her to the bed he positioned her so that she was on her hands and knees again. He put her facing into the room, hands right at the end of the bed.

The footboard gave her something to butt up against, and leverage.

A moment later he knelt on the bed behind her stroking his fingers down the exposed lips of her pussy. Her eyes closed.

“What is it that you need?”

“You, inside me.”

“Here?” He pushed two fingers inside her, scissoring them to stretch her open.

“Oh, oh…” Her head lifted. When she opened her eyes she saw that Alec had followed. While he looked at her, his fist rode up and down the slick shaft of his cock, riding easily where her mouth had lubricated it. At her back, she heard Owen rip open a condom packet. All of it impacted on her senses, making her wild and restless in her restraints, her body undulating, her nipples hard and jutting.

Alec tipped her chin up with one finger. “That’s a lovely mouth you have there, very skilful too.”

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It was subtly delivered but the invitation was there—two men filling her, at once. It was so enticing that an urgent pang of need rang through her. Shame flooded her sex when she realised that she wanted them both, that she was hungry for this debauched act.

Alec’s cock was so close to her lips and it oozed a drop of semen that tempted her to taste and enjoy. She ran her tongue along her lips to let him know she wanted more.

“Sure you can take it?”

Monica wanted it, but she wondered if she could take it all at once. “I want to try.”

He directed his cock to her lips with his free hand. As soon as she took him into her mouth again she felt Owen entering her, his thumbs splaying her folds open as he thrust inside her sex. It was too much at first and her body was overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled, completely. Then she found her rhythm, swallowing a good length of Alec’s cock and an intake of breath on each of Owen’s thrusts. She wanted it all, she wanted to be filled and used and sated in every way.

“That’s it,” Alec whispered, panting.

Owen was right against her back and he rubbed his hand over her breasts, his fingers demanding against her peaked nipples. All of it made her feverish, weak and agitated all at the same time. She was so thoroughly debauched. But it was what her body had craved ever since she knew they were lovers and that they shared women—to be penetrated by them both. On the unforgiving loop of Owen’s thrusts her body went taut then limp, capable only of absorbing each wave of sensation.

Relentlessly, Owen worked himself in and out of her, living up to his promise to last.

Long before he came, Alec whispered a warning and pulled back. She whimpered, but the sight of his distended cock ready to blow held her attention. The fact that it so accurately mirrored the one that filled her sex was pure joy. She could watch and experience all at once.

“Look at me,” Alec requested.

When she did so, he jerked his fist along the slick length of his cock and spurted over her neck and breasts. The act was so deliciously obscene and yet so right and true that she cried out and began to come very quickly, her body lifting up, her sex clenching and spasming.

All the while Owen worked into her, repeatedly, his hands manipulating her buttocks, squeezing them together then pulling them apart as he thrust deep against her centre.

“Coming soon, lover,” he whispered at her back.

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She nodded, acknowledging his warning. Bracing herself, her back arched. The tender, sensitised walls of her sex were still in spasm around the rock hard line of his cock and when he finally let rip, she felt the extreme pressure of his crown wedged against her cervix. The sensation let loose another wave of release, another climax barrelling through her.

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It was nearly two in the morning, they were sprawled together in Owen’s bed, and Monica was apparently refusing to close her eyes. Alec smiled to himself. She was like a kid at Christmas. It was as if she thought it wouldn’t happen if she went to sleep. He never needed much sleep, so he was enjoying watching her fight it.

“Not tired?” he queried.

“Yes.” She laughed softly.

When he looked at her in the lamplight it occurred to him that he’d never seen anyone look less like an ice queen. She was stretched out on the bed on one side, supine against the pillows. Owen was behind her, and he trailed his fingers along her body slowly, searching out her sensitive places as she half dozed on the bed between them.

“How long do you think you’ll be working here?” she said, and the question was tentatively asked.

Owen replied quickly, and made brief eye contact with Alec as he did so. “At least another few days.”

“I should really go home,” she responded. “I need clothes for tomorrow.”

“You should have brought some when you went home for your fish.”

“I wasn’t sure…but I should bring more into the office if I’m going to be doing this while you are here.” A naughty smile passed over her face.

“Bring them here.” Owen said, lazily. He clamped his hand on her, possessively. That intrigued Alec. He had never seen Owen so fascinated with a woman, but then again, he could understand it. She was fascinating. The caution and reticence that was in her because of her psychic ability was tempered by a deep sensual character. She was keen and eager for physical experience now that she had established the boundaries. Like an unexplored territory, she was nothing like any other woman he’d known.

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It would take a long time to discover everything about her, and piecing it all together was something he would very much like to do. He had no doubt that Owen felt the same. He was currently nuzzling her neck while he spooned her from behind, his hand locked over her hipbone and holding her against him.

“No!” Monica declared. “I’m having to dodge the housekeeping staff as it is.” Again she laughed softly. She looked happy and Alec liked it. There had been an obvious sense of loneliness about her when they first met, and it was gradually fading.

“I keep a change of clothes in the office, which was just as well, yesterday.” She flashed them an accusing stare. “I’ll order a taxi, soon.”

Alec reached over and massaged her wrists gently where the leather cuffs on the restraint had been. She didn’t stop him. Instead she looked at him from under lazy eyelids, and smiled. He took that as a sign that he was handling her correctly. He avoided touching her palms and fingers. Glancing down at them he grew curious. “What if you wear gloves?”

“It doesn’t really help.”

“You’ve tried?”

“Yes. I’ve tried everything.” She lifted one shoulder in a half shrug. “I can’t get rid of it. “

“You just have to work around it,” he offered, moving his fingers gently on her forearms.

“Yes.” A pensive look had taken up residence on her face. “Only I’ve never met anyone who wanted to help me with it, outside of my sisters. I mean I’ve never had a lover who wanted to try to help me with it, the way you two have.”

Alec didn’t want to comment on that. “You have sisters?”

“Two, both younger.”

“Are they like you, are they gifted in this way?”

“We are all psychics, but in different ways. Holly gets strong feelings about people and events. Faye can communicate with ghosts.”

“Seriously?”

Owen lifted his head. “You girls must be fun at parties.”

“You’d think so, wouldn’t you?” She gave a wry smile. “We learnt our lesson on that score as kids, years back. It’s nothing but trouble, believe me. We keep it to ourselves, mostly.

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Too many bad experiences. People either don’t believe it or laugh or treat you as a freak…or worse.”

Worse? What was worse
? Alec wondered.

She fell quiet.

Owen had moved his hand to cup her breast. Alec watched the nipple tighten and peak before his eyes. She was so responsive. Just watching that made him hard. As her eyelids lifted, he saw that her pupils had dilated. She wriggled her hips.