Illicit (5 page)

Pleasure swelled higher with every thrust. She moaned at the exquisite sensations, teetering on the edge of the abyss. Then he thrust faster and she moaned as an orgasm blasted through her. She held on as he rode her to heaven, groaning his own release.

She collapsed on the bed and smiled up at him. “That was spectacular.”

He smiled. “I aim to please.”

He kissed her, then drew her close to his body. She rested her head against his chest, soothed by the sound of his heartbeat against her ear. She sighed, delighted at how the evening had turned out, and soon felt herself dozing off.

*   *   *

When Erik awoke, it was still dark outside. Lindsay’s soft body was still pressed close to him. Her face snuggled in the crook of his neck. Her warm breath caressed his skin as she slept. Her round breasts nestled against his naked chest. His cock hardened at the knowledge he could just ease forward and slide into her hot opening.

Damn it, he’d barely met the woman, but ever since he’d seen her in the elevator he’d wanted her with an intensity he’d never known before. Her first touch had flooded him with images of her naked body and him gliding into her with powerful thrusts.

Lindsay murmured in her sleep, then rolled onto her other side, but moved back against him, until her delightful ass pressed against his groin. His cock twitched and his hormones urged him to do what he would have loved to do then. To slide his cock into her from behind.

She murmured in her sleep again, then wriggled her soft ass against him. Her back arched, pushing her harder against him.

“Lindsay,” he murmured against her ear. “Are you awake?”

Oh, God, please be awake.

She shifted, pressing against his now painfully hard erection. “Mmm. A little.” Her sweet, sleep-hoarsened voice set his body tingling.

Her hand slid back over his hip and stroked the side of his buttocks. “I can tell you’re awake, too.”

He grasped her hips and pulled her tight against him, crushing her sweet ass against the length of his shaft. “I’m
very
awake.”

She giggled softly. “I can tell.” She arched her back again, which angled her bottom against him. “So are you going to do something about it?”

At her blatant invitation, he rolled on a condom and pressed his cock to her slick folds, then pushed forward. As her soft, hot flesh surrounded him, he groaned. She felt incredible. Then she tightened, squeezing his cock, and wild, heady sensations swirled through him.

“Damn, woman, you’ll make me come before we even get started.”

She laughed, then squeezed again. He drew back and plunged forward again, his hands still grasping her hips. As he thrust into her, her breathing became erratic and lovely little murmurs of pleasure escaped her lips. He nuzzled her neck and she moaned.

“Erik, that”—she moaned—“feels so good. Ahhh.”

He thrust again and she continued to moan, her flesh tightening around him. He kept thrusting.

“Oh, God, I’m going to…” Her head fell back against his shoulder as she wailed.

His balls tightened and red-hot pleasure catapulted through him as he exploded in orgasm. His arm, tight around her, held her close as he shuddered against her.

He cuddled her close as they both caught their breath. Damn it, this was dangerous to his sanity. He didn’t want to remember what it was like to have a woman in his bed like this. To have a woman in his life.

Every woman he loved had caused him pain and he didn’t want to hurt like that again. As long as he remembered that, everything would be fine.

What he really wanted was to convince her to follow her desire and actually go ahead with the fantasy weekend with the three of them. This was always meant to be a weekend fling, no more.

*   *   *

Erik opened his eyes to a view of Lindsay facing him on the pillow, her blue eyes watching him.

“Uh, good morning.”

She smiled. “Morning.”

He drew her in for a kiss. The feel of her warm, naked body pressed against him made him long to glide into her sweet, hot depths again.

Their lips parted and she sighed softly.

“I guess the other guys are up,” she said.

“Did you hear them?” Erik was surprised since his bedroom was farther down the hall than theirs and the guys were usually pretty careful not to disturb anyone still sleeping.

“No, but I can smell the coffee”—she raised her nose a little and sniffed—“and bacon.”

He smiled. “Travis is probably cooking a big breakfast for all of us.”

Ever since they moved in together, Travis had taken on as many domestic tasks as he could. He was uncomfortable with the fact that this penthouse was more expensive than he could afford if he were to pay a third of the rent. Erik owned the penthouse now and wouldn’t think of taking rent from either Travis or Connor, but Travis had trouble being dependent on anyone, so he tried to make up for it in any way he could. Like cooking and cleaning.

“So we’ll be eating with them?”

“Does that make you uncomfortable?”

She shrugged. “I thought it might be a little tense with Travis.”

“You don’t need to worry about what happened yesterday. I’m sure Connor explained the whole thing to him. And everything was fine when they joined us at the bar last night.”

“Sure, but that’s not the same as all of us sitting around a kitchen table together.”

He kissed her cheek. “Really, it’s not a problem. And they’re both really great guys.”

She gazed at him. “Why did Travis think that, anyway? That I’d judge him.”

“Well, Travis has had it kind of rough. When he was seventeen, his father found out Travis was interested in guys and he beat him, then threw him out of the house. Clearly he wasn’t the most understanding of fathers. Travis has been on his own ever since.”

“That’s terrible.”

Erik nodded. “He took on a part-time job and finished high school, then worked his way through college. But you can see why he’d be predisposed to think that others won’t accept him or his way of life. Even his mother didn’t stand up for him and I think that’s what hurt him the most.”

She frowned. “Now I feel so bad.”

“Why? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know but the whole misunderstanding triggered those feelings in him.”

He pulled her close and nuzzled her neck. “I know one way you can make it up to him.” He nibbled her earlobe. “Stay for the weekend.”

“But he probably doesn’t even like me.”

Erik grinned. “I’m sure he’ll like you if you have sex with him.”

Her eyes widened. “Erik!”

“I’m kidding.” He chuckled. “I’m sure he already likes you.”

He rolled her onto her back and leaned over to press his lips to the base of her neck. He could feel her pulse, and it seemed to quicken as he slowly drew the covers down.

“I know Connor likes you, too.” He gazed down at her naked breasts, watching the nipples pucker.

“Really?’ she said a little breathlessly.

“He’s laid-back and easy to get along with, but speaks his mind.” He stroked his finger over the swell of her breast, loving the feel of her body trembling beneath him. “Most people don’t realize how sensitive and insightful he is.”

He cupped her breast and ran his thumb over her nipple. It was hard and she drew in a little breath as he stroked it.

“Do you really want to give up this opportunity to experience a wild and sexy weekend with three hot guys?” He nuzzled her neck. “All of whom would adore you and make your every fantasy come true?”

“I don’t think I could do it,” she said breathlessly. “It’s crazy enough that I spent the night with you. But the thought of being with three guys…”

“Can you honestly tell me you’re not tempted?” He rolled onto his side and cupped her other breast, so he had one soft mound in each hand. “Having all of us touch you. Stroke you.” He knew she couldn’t. He kneaded her breasts, loving the feel of her hard nubs pressed into his palms. “Imagine last night … times three.”

“Oh, God.” She arched against him, pressing tighter into his hands.

Even though his cock was swollen hard and he would love to glide into her right now, he drew away.

She gazed at him uncertainly and he smiled.

“Just think about it.” He kissed her cheek again. “I’m going to take a shower.”

*   *   *

Lindsay couldn’t believe she was actually thinking about it. Three hot guys, all devoted to making her sexual fantasies come to life. Judging from her time with Erik last night, if the other guys were anything like him, she’d have the time of her life.

Still, it just seemed too decadent. And what if she liked it?

A few moments later, Erik walked into the bedroom from the en suite bathroom, towel drying his short hair. Her gaze glided over his magnificent, naked body. His cock still stood at attention, and she’d love to grab hold of it and glide her lips over it.

He smiled as he tossed the towel onto the dresser. He opened a drawer and grabbed a clean pair of boxers, then pulled them on, hiding his big cock. He sat down on the bed beside her and tilted his head.

“I assume you’re still thinking about it. You don’t have to answer now. We could all spend some time together out by the pool and see if you get comfortable with the idea. Then we could ease into it.”

“How exactly do I ease into having sex with three men?”

He smiled. “I’m sure we can figure that out. And you can set whatever limits you want and we’ll follow them.” He kissed her, then stroked her hair from her face. “Either way, you’ll come and join us for breakfast, right?”

“Sure, I’ll just shower first.”

“Okay, good.”

He leaned in and kissed her, his lips warm and insistent on hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him closer, lingering over the kiss.

Finally, he drew away. “If you keep doing that, I’ll wind up back in bed with you.”

She grinned. “You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”

“In this case, I think leaving you wanting more is a good thing.” With that, he stood up and headed to the door.

*   *   *

Erik walked down the hall to the kitchen.

“Hey, want some eggs?” Travis stood at the stove and scooped two fried eggs from the frying pan and placed them on the plate Connor held.

“Sure.” Erik didn’t need to tell Travis how he liked his eggs. He knew. Over easy, still soft inside.

He watched Travis crack the shells and drop the eggs into the pan. The clear part of the egg started turning white immediately. Toast popped up from the toaster and Connor placed the four slices onto a cutting board, buttered them, sliced them in half, and divided them between two plates. He handed one plate to Erik.

These two men were his friends. His family. And his lovers. The pain of loss that being with Lindsay last night had revived in him eased a little.

I don’t need a woman in my life. I have everything I need right here.

Connor opened the bag of bread. “Travis, two or three slices of toast today?”

“Make four. I’ll eat what Lindsay doesn’t.” Travis glanced at Erik. “Is she up yet?”

“She’s in the shower.”

Erik took the coffee Connor handed him—with one cream and two sugars—and took a sip.

“I’ll put four on anyway.” Connor winked at Erik. “So you got lucky last night.”

Erik grinned. “Well, sure. I’ve got the biggest cock. What did you expect?”

Connor chuckled. “Yeah?” With a grin on his face, he stroked Erik’s crotch. “Prove it.”

Erik’s cock immediately started to harden.

“Break it up, boys. I don’t want breakfast to get cold.” Travis placed the eggs on a plate and set them on the counter, then broke open two more into a bowl and mixed them. “Mine will be ready in a minute.”

“Yes, dear.” But Connor gave Erik’s cock a little squeeze before he drew his hand away and headed for the table.

“Thanks. How am I going to enjoy my breakfast with a hard-on?”

“Well, just sit down and maybe someone will take care of that for you.” Connor stroked the bulge growing in his own boxers. “Mine, too.” He glanced at Travis, who still stood by the stove. “What do you think, Travis?”

Travis poured the blended eggs into the hot pan. “So I have all the wifely duties this morning.”

“Good morning.”

Erik glanced around at the sound of Lindsay’s voice. She looked radiant standing in the doorway, the morning light glittering on her golden hair, casting a halo around her face. And sexy wearing a body-hugging camisole and denim shorts.

How much had she heard of their conversation and what did she think of the sexual interplay between Connor, Travis, and himself?

“Morning, doll. Join us for breakfast.” Connor sat down. “There’s coffee on and toast will be up in a minute. Travis is being chef this morning, so just tell him how you want your eggs.”

She wandered across the room to the stove and peered around Travis into the pan. “Scrambled are fine for me.”

“Are you sure?” Travis picked up two more eggs. “I can make whatever style you want.”

“Sure. I don’t mind having what you’re having. That way we both get hot eggs.”

Travis added two more eggs to the bowl, mixed them, and added them to the eggs already cooking in the pan. The toast popped up and Lindsay buttered it and put it on a plate.

“Oh, and since Travis is doing all the wifely duties this morning”—she said as she walked to the table with a definite sway to her hips, her lips turning up in an impish smile—“I could take care of that other matter, if you’d like.” She sat down and glanced at Travis. “For all three of you.”

Five

Shock and delight swelled through Erik at her words. So she had decided to give this a try. And she was going to jump right in.

The thought of her hand stroking his cock, then her lips surrounding it and moving over it, taking it into her warm mouth, sent heat surging through him. And then watching her with Connor and Travis … God, he could hardly wait.

Connor grinned broadly. “That suits me fine.”

Travis arrived at the table with two plates of eggs, and a rock-hard cock straining at his boxers. He placed one plate in front of Lindsay and sat down beside her.