Hers for the Evening (11 page)

“Is that good, baby?”

“Oh yeah.” She was seeing spots before her eyes.

“Now for something succulent right out of her pussy.” Robyn studied the platter, made a selection, holding out a slice of apple.

“You can’t put that in me.”

“Oh yes, we can.” Robyn’s hand disappeared between her legs, slipping the bit of apple into her channel without actually touching Courtney.

“Eat her and suck it out.” Robyn’s eyes gleamed with circles of topaz around the irises.

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tingling, heating, making her mad. Robyn caressed her thigh, squeezing lightly, soothing. Dipping down to tug the apple from her, he ate it, covered with her juice, his lips glistening as he gazed along her body. Courtney went mindless. He played her with fingers, lips, mouth, teeth. Her eyes closed as she writhed on the pillows, Robyn’s touch could have been on her, too, and she wouldn’t have noticed or cared. Her climax tore through her like wildfire. Seth held her down as she bucked. Finally, she subsided amid the pillows, covered her face with her arm, and gave a laugh laced with a hiccup.

Robyn pulled her arm away. “Don’t be embarrassed. That was beautiful. Wasn’t it, Seth?”

He held her with a deep gaze. “It was fucking gorgeous.”

“We have more in store for you, too.” Robyn patted her flank. “Lift.” She shoved a thick pillow beneath Courtney’s butt, then removed the one beneath her head. “Lie back. Seth’s going to fuck you, and I promise it’ll be out of this world.”

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EVERYTHING WAS PERFECTLY ON PLAN. COURTNEY WATCHED HIM with wide, dazed eyes after that magnificent orgasm. She was wet, her body open and beckoning him.

“Tell him how much you want him to fuck you, Courtney.” Robyn’s voice was like a tune you couldn’t get out of your head, urging them on, forcing them higher. It was exactly what Seth had wanted, needed. Robyn played her role flawlessly.

“I need it,” Courtney whispered.

It wasn’t enough for him. He knelt between her legs, pulled her thighs around his hips. “Tell me how much you need it.”

“Please, Seth.” In the flickering light of the fire, her eyes were almost black. Her auburn hair fanned across the carpet, her fingers clenching, unclenching. “I want you inside me. I love how you feel deep inside me.” Reaching down, she took his cock in her hand. “You fill me up to my heart.”

That’s what he needed to hear. He dredged the tip of his cock in her sweet juice. “Only me,” he murmured.

“Only you.”

It was like a vow, the courtesan their witness.

“Say it,” he urged. “Tell me what you need me to do.”

“Make love to me.”

“More.”

“Fuck me.”

He closed his eyes, drank in the dirty word on her lips. “Fuck yes.”

They’d made love their entire married life, and it had been great. But fucking was primal. It was that feeling you had when you saw the woman of your dreams and your heart drummed out I want, I want, when you imagined pinning her to an alley wall and fucking until you were senseless. It was cutting out early on that last afternoon meeting because you had to get home and have her, because all day you’d imagined driving deep inside her. That feeling had gone MIA from their marriage. Trying to get it back was what all the fantasizing and teasing had been about.

“Mmm.” Robyn made a sweet sound. “I’m going to pour the lube on you.”

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She looked at Courtney. “I swear you’re going to adore the sensations when Seth’s cock is balls deep inside you.”

She drizzled it on him, the liquid heating his skin, a few drops dribbling down to Courtney’s pussy. Setting the bottle aside, Robyn slathered the lube all over his cock and testicles, preparing him as if it were a ritual. Her touch was fucking hot as he knelt poised between his wife’s legs. Courtney watched. She didn’t say a word. She blinked, once, twice, then raised her eyes to his. They were like warm liquid chocolate. Christ. He so wanted Robyn to touch his wife’s sweet little clit. Yet he recognized that was way too much.

“Take her, Seth.” A hand on his dick, a palm on his rump, Robyn guided him, the crown of his cock breaching Courtney.

Courtney closed her eyes, sucked in a breath. “Oh God.”

“The gel’s extraordinary”—Robyn licked her lips—“isn’t it?”

A brief nod seemed all Courtney could manage.

“I love the sight of a big, thick, bare cock taking a sweet pussy like your wife’s.” Robyn leaned over them, taking in every hot inch as he filled Courtney.

“That’s what’s so sexy about monogamous relationships. No condoms.”

The woman he talked to, Isabel, had prepped Robyn perfectly. She’d said everything he requested, did everything he’d asked. He wanted Courtney to take it all in. They didn’t need another woman, they didn’t need another man. Although he had to admit, Robyn as their voyeur was goddamn hot, having her direct their play intensely sensual, her voice urging them on an aphrodisiac.

“Your pussy feels so good, baby.” In fact, she had never felt this good. Courtney’s plan had opened his eyes to all the new possibilities that lay before them. With the girls gone, they could do anything, fuck in the hot tub, the living room, on the kitchen counter. He could make her scream.

“Do you like it, baby?”

“You’re so hot inside me.” She moaned. “That’s good. Ooh.” She sucked in a breath, let it out with a groan, lifting her hips into him as he hit that sweet spot, the G-spot.

“Let’s try South Slav, Seth.” Robyn was full of all sorts of exciting ideas.

“Raise your legs, Courtney,” she directed, her eyes trained on Seth. He slid his hands up Courtney’s calves, placed her feet on his shoulders.

“Now cross her ankles,” Robyn said.

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Courtney shivered, contracting around him. He kissed her instep, soothed her with a long stroke down her shins.

She writhed, then laughed, ending in a deep sigh. “That tickles. And it feels so good. Seth, fuck me, please, fuck me like that.”

He took her slow, needing her to feel every ridge and ripple of his cock along her G-spot. She writhed and moaned and Robyn caressed his ass. “How do you like it, Seth?”

“Fucking unbelievable.” Courtney was so damn wet, the gel hot on his cock. It was all too incredibly good. He pumped, flexed his thighs, loved his wife with all his strength.

“Time for another surprise.” Robyn reached into her magic bag, retrieving a vibrator. She held it up for both of them to see. Simple, neat, no fancy frills. “It’s perfect for what I want you to do.” Picking up Courtney’s hand, she wrapped her fingers around the toy. “Hold it on your clit, down far enough to caress Seth’s cock at the same time.”

Courtney laughed, her mirth lacing her words. “I don’t have the strength to do that right now.”

“Oh yes, you do, sweetheart. You can do anything with your husband.” She flapped a hand at Seth. “Put her legs down. Spread her around you.”

He liked the instructions. They added another element to the excitement and the intimacy. He couldn’t quite say why. Doing everything Robyn told him to do was like showing his wife he was willing to bare his soul for her, anything to prove she was the most important thing in the world. Courtney slid the vibrator down over her clit, bumping his cock, caressing the tip of it along his shaft as he pumped slowly. “Christ.” He let out a long sigh. Robyn raised a brow and smiled. “Like that, don’t ya, Seth.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Courtney,” she said, “tell me how it feels.”

“Ohh.” She moaned. She groaned. Real words seemed to fail her. “Oooh.”

“Say it,” Robyn demanded, going down on her elbow at Courtney’s side. “Tell Seth how good it feels.”

“It’s so fucking perfect.”

He loved that word on Courtney’s lips, the heat in her voice, the slight waver of her excitement threaded through her words.

“Oh, Seth. Ohh, ooh, ahhhh.” Her sounds shot him higher. She bucked, 75

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tossed her head, and gripped that vibrator hard.

“Faster, Seth,” Robyn urged. “She wants it harder, deeper. Hold her here, use this angle.” She revealed exactly what his wife wanted as only another woman would. With every surge of his cock inside Courtney, he felt how right Robyn was. Courtney loved it. He had never fucked her like this. He’d never seen her this wild. Her nipples were diamond hard, her breasts pink-tinged, her skin flushed. Color rode her cheekbones, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she chanted for him. The position afforded him a luscious view of her whole body, his cock taking her, her pussy lush and pink, the hard nub of her clit as she rode the vibrator.

“Fuck her, Seth, fuck her hard.”

The vibrator pushed him closer to the very edge. As he pounded into her, his cock throbbing, his balls hard, aching, he felt himself tumble over. Courtney’s pussy contracted around him, milking him. He shouted, she screamed. Fuck if they didn’t come together and it was so goddamn good, so amazingly fantastic, he didn’t even have a comparison, just the stars shooting before his eyes and Courtney’s voice talking to God.

COURTNEY’S EARS WERE STILL RINGING FROM THE FORCE OF HER climax. It wracked her from the inside. It turned her over from the outside. Her throat ached from the scream that had been torn from her. Her eyelashes felt glued together, and her body still trembled. She opened her eyes despite the effort it took.

Seth looked down at her with awe, that was the only word for it. He stroked her thighs, her butt, reached beneath her and hauled her closer. His cock still filled her up.

“It’s never been like that,” she whispered. “I love you.”

He pulled the pillows from beneath her butt, threw them aside, then came down on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his hips and locked her ankles.

“It can always be like that if we want it to be.” Braced on his elbows, Seth stroked the hair from her temples.

“Thank you, guys, that was awesome.”

Courtney had almost forgotten that Robyn was there. She turned her head. The courtesan lay stretched out beside them, her head propped on her hand.

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just a finger, stroking Courtney’s arm. Throughout the day and evening, she offered non-threatening touches, friendly, caring, seductive in a strange way because they were intimate yet lacked eroticism. It hit Courtney again why they were there. So that Seth could fuck Robyn. She’d somehow forgotten. After that cataclysmic orgasm, her husband was supposed to fuck another woman. In her heart she couldn’t take it. She could not watch. She could not allow this. There was something terribly wrong with her that she thought this would be the solution to her need for attention, to be wanted, to be desired.

“What’s going on, Courtney?” Seth cupped her face in his hands and forced her to look at him. He lay a hairsbreadth above her. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

She wanted him to be the one to back out. She wanted him to be the one to say he didn’t want Robyn, that he wanted only his wife. Yet, looking in his eyes, she realized he was not going to say that to her. She had arranged this, she had talked him into it, she had paid for it with her blood, sweat, tears, the Italy fund, and a little help from Devon. Courtney was the only one who could call a stop to it.

Yet she wasn’t sure how.

Devon had been so right. She should have thought more about how much she could handle. How there truly was a huge difference between fantasy and reality.

She did the only thing that came to mind—joked her way out of it. “Wow, honey, you’ve come twice tonight. Are you sure you’re capable of getting it up again for Robyn?”

Something sparked in his eyes. His face hardened. He pulled free of her and stood. She felt exposed and vulnerable in a way she hadn’t at any other point during the evening, not when she stripped off her dress, not when she sucked Seth’s cock with the courtesan. She rolled to a sitting position, wrapping her arms around her knees.

Seth grabbed his shorts, yanked them on. “You’re right, ladies. My pecker’s done for the night.” He gathered the platter and the wine bottles from the carpet. “Robyn, it’s been nice, but I’m bushed.”

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her legs, then the straps over her shoulders, and reached behind to zip it. “We’ll see you tomorrow?” she asked.

Robyn merely glanced at Seth. “Talk to you later.”

He opened the door for her. Stopping a long moment as some odd and frightening nonverbal communication flashed between them, Robyn said, “Be nice,” then she was gone, the door closed, the cottage silent except for the flutter of the gas fireplace.

Courtney was left alone with her husband.

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HIS BLOOD HUMMED WITH EXCITEMENT, ADRENALINE, AND ANGER. What the fuck? Everything had been going according to plan. Until Courtney had challenged him to fuck Robyn.