GAME MISCONDUCT (The Dartmouth Cobras) (16 page)

“I know.” She wrinkled her nose and trailed a fingernail up his chest, then down. “Which makes me the lucky one, doesn’t it?”

He shuddered as blood pumped into his dick, so hard and fast he felt a little light-headed. But he shook his head to clear it and took hold of her chin. “You’re crazy if you think that.”

The door creaked open, then slammed shut. Both he and Oriana peered through the darkness, listening to the raised voices from the other room.

“Give them a few minutes,” Mason said.

“She’ll change her mind,” said Vanek, sounding like a kid who’d just been told he wasn’t going to Disneyland after all.

“Then she changes her mind,” Sloan practically snarled. “Deal with it.”

“We all know how Max feels about her. He can’t seriously want this,” T.J. cut in.

Max held his breath, not sure how the rest of the men would respond to T.J. voicing what they all believed. The darkness pressed in on him, along with the self-doubt he could never escape. What kind of man would be okay with sharing a woman like Oriana? Fine, she was okay with it, but were they? And, if not, how would he find someone he trusted enough to give them both what they needed?

Oriana grabbed his hand. Her nails dug into his palm. “If you boys don’t hurry up, we’re starting without you!”

The door swung open. Tyler poked his head into the room.

“You sure?”

“Yes.” Oriana pulled Max’s hand to her chest and shivered. He reached down to pull the sheets over her, and she gave him a grateful smile. “But only if you are.”

She spoke loud enough for all the men to hear, but Max knew the question was directed at him. He nodded and sat up, still holding her hand.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” He kissed her fingertips. “And I’m gonna make sure you don’t ever forget tonight. This is just the beginning. I promise you’ll never regret giving yourself to me.” His breath caught in his throat. “Or to them.”

* * * *

Tyler dropped onto the bed and used the sheets to pin Oriana down as he crawled over her. She arched a brow at his stern expression. With his golden curls glistening like a halo in the light from the main room and his bright, blue eyes slightly hooded, he was more a seductively sexy angel than a tough alpha male.

I’ve got more than my quota of dominant males.
She blew a strand of hair off her face and tried to sit up. “Tyler, you don’t need to—”

“Quiet. I’m going to kiss you.” He settled his weight on her. “Then I’m going to—”

“Just kiss me.” She laced her fingers around the back of his neck and pulled him to her, tasting his lips with the tip of her tongue. He groaned when she sucked on his bottom lip, then tilted his head to one side and deepened the kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth as his hand slipped under the sheets, over one breast.

“Thank you.” He whispered as he slid his lips along her jaw and down her throat. He shoved at the blankets and pushed her breasts together. Burying his face between them, he let out a lusty sigh. “Mmm.”

Being at the mercy of all the men had been wonderful, but even with just Tyler, she felt sexy and wanton and . . .
Oh!
Sharp pain-pleasure shot through her chest when Tyler bit down on one of her nipples. She gasped into Max’s mouth as he bent down to kiss her. She caught sight of Sloan, standing behind Max, not moving until he had her full attention. Then he reached over and flipped the sheets off her.

“Keep your legs wide open, Oriana,” Sloan said before she could close them. He leaned over her as Max nipped her bottom lip. “Don’t let Tyler give you the illusion of control. As you can see, he’s not the only one here.”

As though the captain had set up the play, Tyler moved down, and T.J. climbed onto the bed. T.J. held her thighs apart while Tyler spread her pussy lips and dipped his tongue between them. Wave after wave of pure, sweet pleasure flowed inside her, rising up and rippling back down as Max set his teeth in her throat and Sloan molded her breasts in his hands. Sloan rested his chest on the bed and rolled one painfully hard nipple between his finger and thumb.

“How long do you think you can hold back this time, sweetheart?” Sloan pinched her nipple and flicked the tip with his tongue. She whimpered as the sweet sensations became hot, sizzling through her veins and along every nerve.

Someone’s hand curved under her ass and a thick finger, or maybe a thumb, pressed hard against her cleft before slipping inside.

She whimpered as the heat reached a boiling point. Her hips shot off the bed, and she ground her pussy against Tyler’s mouth. Her whole body trembled as she did her best not to twist away from the four men whose only goal seemed to drive her mad with pleasure.

“I—Oh, please, please . . .” She groaned as another finger stretched her, slowly, so slowly she could feel every callous drag against her inner folds, every knuckle straining past tight undulating rings of muscle. “I need . . .”

“You need to let go, Oriana.” Dominik’s rich voice came from somewhere to her right, across from Sloan and Max. “After you do, there will be more. So much more.”

She tossed her head, wanting to do as he said, but instinctively taking a stranglehold on the climax, unable to release it just yet. She just couldn’t believe she would feel this wild, unadulterated ecstasy ever again.

“Harder, T.J.,” Max rasped out, breathing hard like he was in the middle of a rough workout. “But be careful. I’ve seen Paul in the locker room. He’s not a big guy.”

No! Not yet!
The wet sound of fingers thrusting into her was almost loud enough to drown out the low keening sound coming from her throat. She clenched every muscle in her body and tried to distract herself from the men working so hard to pitch her over the edge. The edge was wonderful. She didn’t want to let this slip away.

“She’s so fucking wet, Perron.” T.J. paused and growled. “You lick me again, Vanek, and I’m gonna throw you.”

Oriana let out a breathless laugh and felt the threatening orgasm recede. She could hang on a little longer, just a little longer . . .

“Stubborn.” Dominik clucked his tongue, then gave her a deep, searing kiss. “One of these days, I’m going to punish you for being so willful. Come, Oriana.” His hand curved under his jaw, and his fingers dug into the tense muscles. “Now!”

“Ah!” She was tumbling, tumbling over the edge, clawing at the ledge of control. “Dominik . . . I’m gonna—” She twisted and groaned. “Max!”

“Do it, baby.” Max smoothed her hair away from her face, kissing her forehead, her cheeks. “I wanna watch you come while Vanek eats that sweet pussy.”

Oriana screamed, and all five men held her down as she jerked and writhed under them. A burst of pleasure, then another, exploded inside her. Little white specks of light filled her vision, and she pressed her eyes shut as she drifted down from the aftermath of the orgasm. She was sure that would be it, that her body couldn’t take anymore, but then something hot and wet prodded her clit and flung her right back to the precipice of another climax. She moaned and looked down her body at Tyler. His fingers filled her, glistening when he drew them out. He sucked them clean, and her whole body started shaking as he did it again and again.

“I can’t . . . I can’t!”

Max hushed her as she came down from another violent orgasm. “You can, my love. You’ll be surprised by how often you can.”

* * * *

Sloan could tell her resistance had crumbled with the last orgasm. Finally, she was ready to let them give her all the pleasure they could. Enough for now, but he couldn’t wait for the day he’d take the option of denying herself, and him, away from her.

But one thing at a time. He watched Mason slide his hand over her ribs, over her stomach, his eyes fixed on her face as he explored every inch of soft, supple flesh—probably taking note of all her sweet spots for future use. Before long the man would know her body better than she did. A bit of training, and he’d stimulate her with a command. If Mason wasn’t such a loyal friend—well, Perron might want to keep his guard up anyway.

Mason bowed his head and flicked his tongue over Oriana’s puffy little clit. Her muffled cry was followed by a low groan. Perron. Sloan shook his head. His friend was way too into this to worry about losing his girl.

Most of the men seemed too involved to worry about much.

T.J. draped her thighs over his shoulders and his face disappeared between them. Considering T.J.’s complaints about Vanek licking his fingers, he was oddly quiet about Dominik’s tongue so close to his own. At one point Sloan heard Mason quietly instructing the other man. Then T.J. did something that made Oriana’s whole body arch off the bed.

Watching Oriana being devoured by the two men, Sloan hadn’t noticed Perron covering both her breasts with his hands. He and Vanek were running out of body parts to play with. And he’d be damned if he’d let Mason take over.

Time to get creative.

Sliding to the foot of the bed, Sloan reached between T.J.’s chest and Oriana’s arched hips and squeezed one lush ass cheek.

“You know, Oriana, if we’re going to share you, I’ve got one very important question.” He slipped his fingers into the crease of her ass and prodded at the puckered little hole, nice and wet from her juices and the men’s saliva. “Have you ever had anal sex?”

Oriana gasped when he pushed the tip of his finger inside. Her hips bucked, but the press of T.J.’s and Mason’s mouths kept her from going too far.

“Damn it, Sloan.” The tight little ring of muscle clenched around his finger. “No. I’ve never had anal sex.”

Sloan pulled his finger out, then shoved it in a little deeper. “Would you like to?”

Perron whispered something to Oriana, gave her a quick kiss, then leaned forward to get a better look at what Sloan was doing. Sloan smirked at him. There was no way he could see anything past T.J.’s and Mason’s big heads.

Vanek left the bed, went to his suitcase, and returned seconds later to sit across from Sloan. The end of the bed was getting crowded.

“Here, let me try something,” Vanek said.

Sloan moved his hand and let Vanek take his place. When Oriana squirmed, he put his hand back between her ass cheeks and felt Vanek’s lubed-up finger thrusting in and out.

“How’s that, Oriana?” Vanek was moving faster, watching Oriana’s lips part. Her thigh muscles tensed, and she bowed her back. “A little more tempting, no?”

“Yes.” Oriana raked her fingers into Max’s hair and tugged him down to kiss him, looking like she couldn’t breathe and she wanted him to do it for her. “That’s . . .”

“Slow up, Vanek. I want to try something.” Sloan waited until Vanek stopped moving and gathered some of the lube to slick up his own finger. Then he carefully worked the digit beside the one already inside. “That’s what, babe? You’ve got two guys with their tongues all over your pussy, two with their fingers in your tight little asshole, and one fondling your tits. Five men at once. How bad do you want to be fucked?”

O
riana froze at Sloan’s crude words and studied his shadowed features. Maybe just his idea of talking dirty. No big deal.

“Bad enough that I don’t want to have a conversation about it.” She glanced down when Dominik shifted over her. Sloan and Tyler withdrew their fingers, and Dominik braced his hands on either side of her hips, his posture tense—almost protective. Only, the way he licked her juices from his lips made her think that he’d rather devour her than keep her safe.

She shivered as he lowered his dark head to press his lips to the center of her chest. He worked his way down with little kisses. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the pillow. His soft, hot lips, felt so nice on her flesh. Soothing even.

A hand clamped around her breast. She gasped as Tyler sucked a nipple into his mouth. He nipped her just as Dominik lapped up between her pussy lips. Her hips jutted up as a shock of pleasure flashed through her. Dominik’s thick tongue slipped inside her, and she twisted away from the overwhelming sensations, almost dislodging him.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” Max sat on the bed and leaned across her stomach. His elbow braced at her side, kept his weight off her, but the press of his body trapped her. An evil smile played at his lips. “You’re gonna lie there and take it. I want to watch your face while you come in his mouth, and then I’m gonna hold you while he stuffs his big, black cock into your tight little pussy.”

She could almost feel Dominik stretching her already. Her pussy moistened as though ready to ease his passage, and he sucked hard on her slick folds. Wonderful, but she needed more.

“Sounds fun.” Sloan strolled around the bed, shoved his hands in his pockets, and arched a brow. “So what’s the lineup, boss?”

His words were cold, so cold, but they couldn’t pierce the wildfire spreading through her as Dominik fucked her with his tongue. Tyler moved from one breast to the other to toy with her nipples with his teeth, and she clawed at the sheets.

T.J. moved into her line of sight, standing just behind Max. “You sure about this, Perron?”

The tight lines around the big man’s bright blue eyes gave her the impression that he was the one having second thoughts. She couldn’t have that. One look at the outline of his dick pressed against his zipper gave her an idea.

She tried to sit up.

Max laughed and pushed her flat on the bed. “We distracting you, dollface?”

“A little.” She yelped when Vanek stretched her nipple with a hard suck. “I—I need a different kind of distraction. T.J. . . .”

“Yes.” T.J. moved a little closer. He gulped when she grabbed him by the belt and tugged.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” Her hands shook as she tried to undo the buckle. A fierce heat was building between her thighs. She wouldn’t be talking much longer. “I can’t suck your dick with your jeans in the way.”

T.J. blinked, then shook his head. “Don’t need to tell me twice.”

He stripped, and Oriana closed her thighs against Dominik’s face, hoping he’d understand and give her a minute to enjoy the unveiling. After one last lick, he rested his chin on the top of her mound.