NeedMe (11 page)

“Come on,” he said when she stared at him, dumbfounded.
“Close your mouth and let’s go inside.”

She still didn’t move.

Tony tugged out his wallet, then held it open so she could
see the foil packages inside. “Okay? Problem solved. I’m going in.”

He got out of the car, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
And her fears, just as he’d said.

Dammit.

Marcia took a deep breath and reached for the door handle.
Though what she needed to face was a lot bigger than gearing up for her second
threesome, she’d start there and take the rest as it came.

Less than an hour later, she and Cale climbed the stairs to
Kink’s upstairs lounge. Tony still wasn’t talking much and had decided to visit
the bar before joining them.

Not that she was concerned. It wasn’t a big deal that Tony
wanted liquid reinforcements before having more threesome sex. Because
everything was fine. Spanktacular.

Worries? She had none.

“You got a preference, Blondie?” Cale asked, shifting toward
Marcia once they’d reached the top of the stairs.

She reached up to toy with her earring. “Anal’s fine with
me.”

His laughter clued her in to her mistake. A rare blush crept
onto her cheeks.
Get your head in the game, Marsh.

“Glad to know. I meant seating-wise.” He waved his hand at
the half-occupied lounge. “Where would you like to sit?”

“How about that couch over there?” She pointed and he
nodded, dragging her with him into the center of the room.

He sat down and spread his long legs, motioning for her to
sit on his lap. Normally she would’ve given her newly enhanced shape a thought
but right now she couldn’t be bothered.

So she was a little worried. Just a smidge. Should she go
talk to Tony alone? Maybe this second threesome was a huge mistake. She liked
sex as much as the next chick but nothing was worth the possibility of losing
Tony.

Nothing.

“He’ll be fine,” Cale murmured, caressing her thigh.
“Whatever’s going on between you two tonight, you’ll work it out.”

She craned her neck to stare into Cale’s entirely too
perceptive gaze. “How do you know that?”

“When it matters, you find a way to meet in the middle.”

The tingle of nerves between her shoulder blades made her
let out an awkward laugh. “Like you know anything about relationships.”

“You might be surprised.” Though he waggled his brows, his
intent expression never changed. “I know that it can be easier sometimes to
look for distractions rather than face what you can’t control. Including
yourself.”

She forced out another laugh. “I’ve never been prone to wild
emotions. Except desire,” she added, hating the constriction in Cale’s jaw
almost as much as her growing sense of anxiety.

This was supposed to be fun, dammit. Just a rockin’ good
time had by all. So why couldn’t she forget the way Tony had looked at her
earlier? As if he was disappointed.

He’d expected more from her and she hadn’t delivered.
Surprise, surprise.

Cale brushed his thumb over her lower lip, shifting her so
that her hip rode against his semihard cock. “As much as I want you, there’s
something I want for you more. For you and Tony both.”

“Oh yeah? What’s—” Her cell rang in her purse and she
cursed, wishing she’d remembered to turn it off. Now she
had
to look.
“Excuse me,” she muttered, jerking the phone to her ear.

Before she’d even said hello, a hiss of air exploded over
the line followed by a high-pitched whine. “How could you do this to me?”

She covered her opposite ear to try to hear better. Though
it was much quieter up here, there were still way too many people talking and
laughing. And moaning. “Leigh?”

“Who else?”

Marcia frowned and checked the time. A quarter to ten.
“What’s wrong? And how did you get my number?”

“From your damn brother.”

“Oh yeah, you’re on the date.” Marcia grinned. “How’s it
going?”

“Not too well, considering I’m in the bathroom about to rip
out my hair. He’s so egotistical!”

“Well, yes, Adam has a healthy sense of self-esteem. He’s a
good guy, really he is. He just likes talking about himself sometimes.”

“Sometimes? For the past hour he’s alternated between
staring at my breasts, talking about his old track and football days and
bragging about his latest land deals. He’s a complete boor.”

“Invite him back to your apartment. That’ll shut him up.”

“Yeah, that’s another thing. I live with my aunt. He’s
staying with Spencer. So even if I wanted, for some godforsaken reason, to see
if any part of him is worth investigating further, someone would be right down
the hall. Not going to happen.”

Marcia tightened her fingers around her phone. Man, this
advice business was harder than it seemed. But she wasn’t giving up without a
fight. “Don’t panic. You can go over to my place.” She winced and plugged her
ear as the couple to her right started groaning enthusiastically. “Adam knows
where I hide my spare key. I have a stash of condoms in my medicine cabinet.
Oh, and lube. If—”

“Oh my God, Marcia, are you serious? You really think I’m
going to borrow your condoms and lube to have sex with that dud?” Before Marcia
could reply, Leigh screeched the answer. “
Hell
no. I’m getting a piece
of Rardin’s raspberry pie to go—though I bet that won’t be any better than the
meal—and then I’m out of here. I’m sorry, I know you tried to do me a favor.
But he’s just…ugh!” The line disconnected.

“Great.” Marcia sighed. “Fucking great.”

Cale laughed as she lowered her phone. “Problem?”

“Just fits with the rest of the night so far.” She glanced
over her shoulder. Where the hell was Tony?

Her cell went off again. She groaned when she saw Adam’s
number. Time to listen to her baby brother rant and rave. He didn’t do it often
but when he did, it wasn’t pretty. “Yeah?” she snapped into the phone.

“Marsh, I owe you big-time.”

“Huh?”

“Leigh is just…wow. Wow. She’s hot as hell.”

Marcia pursed her lips. Yep, she hadn’t expected this. “So
you’re getting along okay?”

“Well, she hasn’t said much yet but yeah, I think so. She
has this wide-eyed thing going and it’s a real turn-on. It’s like she can’t get
enough of what I’m saying.”

She let out the laugh she couldn’t hold back any longer.
God, Adam was making her feel like a relationship expert. At least she could
tell when her date wasn’t enjoying things. “That’s excellent. You kids have
fun, okay?”

She hung up and shook her head as she dumped her cell in her
purse. “Seriously clueless,” she said under her breath.

“I’m afraid to ask what’s going on,” Cale said, still
drawing patterns on her thigh.

“Me too,” Tony added, dropping down on the couch beside
them.

He held something other than a drink. Namely, a large,
ridged, glass dildo that he pulled out of a paper bag as if he were performing
a magician’s trick.

Marcia forgot Leigh and Adam so fast that she almost heard a
whooshing sound in her ears. “Whoa. Is that for me?”

“It’s sure not for us.” Tony leaned forward to draw the tip
along her puckered lips. “So who was on the phone?”

“Was I on the phone?” Her dazed question made them both
laugh. “Nobody important. I missed you,” she added to Tony, her voice coming
out quieter than she’d intended.

“We both did,” Cale said in a high-pitched falsetto that
earned him a chuckle from Tony and a slug in the gut from Marcia. “Especially
since you brought reinforcements.”

“I even stopped off in the bathroom and washed it like
you’re supposed to.” A sly grin lifted his lips. “Safety first.”

“Screw safety.” She shifted closer and locked her mouth on
Tony’s, swallowing his surprised grunt. “Screw
me
.”

Chapter Nine

“Hey,” Tony murmured, trailing the dildo across her cheek.
“Someone’s in a hurry.”

“Yeah, I am.” Marcia glanced at Cale and noted his pensive
expression. No good. Tonight was strictly about sex. Or it would be soon.

Waiting until their eyes were firmly on her, she drew her
dress up over her head and tossed it onto the couch. She placed one knee
between Tony’s spread legs and the other between Cale’s. They both made sounds
of approval while she rubbed against their hard thighs, gripping one shoulder
each to stay balanced while she rocked.

“You’re so goddamn hot.” Cale flicked open her bra and
buried his face between her breasts. She dipped her head back and stared at the
pinprick lights on the ceiling as he licked and nuzzled. “Most gorgeous woman
in here.”

She knew it wasn’t true, but the compliment warmed her just
the same. Especially when Tony moved forward to suck on her painfully aroused
nipple. “By far.”

“I want to eat you out again. Take those panties off.”
Cale’s low demand made heat wash over her body. She fumbled the panties off her
hips and rose, waiting for the guys to get into position. But Cale just
motioned for her to stand next to the couch. “Foot up here,” he said, patting
next to his head.

“Uh uh.” She shook her head. Getting naked in a room of
strangers was one thing. But propping her foot on the back of the couch and
leaning over him so that everything jiggled and bobbed was quite another. Was
he nuts?

“Uh huh.” Tony set aside the dildo and moved behind her,
cupping her ass in his broad palms. “I won’t let you fall.”

She looked back over her shoulder at her lover and swallowed
over the constriction in her throat. No. He wouldn’t.

“Not shy, are you?” Cale eased forward and stroked her
thighs, his amusement plain in the quirk of his lips. “You have a beautiful
body. Why are you afraid to show it?”

”I’m not shy.” Even the word tasted bitter. And so what if
some parts of her wobbled a bit? She wouldn’t be looking at them, now would
she?

And she could always close her eyes.

Before she changed her mind, she assumed the position Cale
had indicated. She was pretty agile but the burn in her leg muscles as he
extended her leg so he could slide underneath made her suck in a breath. “Flex
your foot,” Tony whispered in her ear, hands securely on her hips. Then Cale’s
mouth was on her and she couldn’t think, period.

Now
he
was agile. Especially that stabbing, thrusting
tongue that seemed to curve and bend in ways that defied the laws of…well,
everything. He hunched his shoulders and slid way down low so he could drive
inside her, his nose tickling her clit with each pass. She anchored her fingers
in his hair and gasped, her eyes flying open for one second when he added his
thumb into the mix.

People were watching. Tonight she couldn’t dismiss most of
them as wanting to watch the guys, because they were both fully clothed. She
was the one nude and on display. The one twisting and undulating from Cale’s
fervent sucks on her sex. From the avid expressions on the scattered couples
and singles around them, no one was checking her body for flaws.

“Feel good?” Tony reached around and covered her breast with
his palm, rubbing briskly while he slid his cock up and down against her ass.
He was hard for her, so hard, and the relief that sang through her almost
overwhelmed her arousal. “Are you dripping for him, baby?”

She managed to turn her head to meet his probing gaze. His
eyes were so dark again. Too dark. Her heart lurched. “For
you
,” she
whispered.

A moan broke from her when Cale fixed his hungry mouth on
her again. He didn’t build her orgasm slowly. Nope, this was already the
lightning round and he was going for gold with open-mouthed, ravenous kisses on
her quivering flesh.

He hadn’t been kidding about eating her out. Right now he
was consuming her as if he’d never tasted pussy before. She shook from the tips
of her toes to the pit of her belly, her nerves stretching tight while she
leaned far forward into Cale’s wet strokes. She grappled for Tony’s hand,
clutching it against her hip.

“I’ve got you.”

With those soft words in her ear, she gave in to what she
needed. Sought it with every fiber of her body. She widened her stance, pressed
her toes into the firm cushions. Arched to meet the wave that didn’t threaten
to drown her, but seemed to rise up from the very depths of her soul,
obliterating everything in its path.

Cale emerged from between her thighs with a smug smile that
made her laugh even while she fought the residual shudders from her climax.
“Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Your mouth’s right up there with a top-of-the-line Hoover,
so that’s a no.” She grinned. “Not bad.”

Tony’s arms came up around her and he kissed the side of her
throat, his lips oh so warm. “I swear, a guy could get drunk just off watching
you come.”

“Or tasting you come,” Cale put in, adjusting the bulge in
his jeans.

She sighed and relaxed into Tony’s protective hold. He
cradled her against him, his hands and arms blocking as much of the view of her
body as possible. If he didn’t want to share her anymore, she could deal with
that just fine.

“Now we’re going for a ride,” he said next to her cheek,
surprising her all over again. Apparently the night wasn’t through.

“Okay.” She turned to him and wrapped her arms around his
neck. “Whatever you want.”

He got that, didn’t he? That she wasn’t just operating for
herself anymore. If he needed something else, if this didn’t work for him,
she’d compromise. They’d find a way to make this work. They had to.

“You got that wrong.” He kissed her so sweetly that her
vision blurred before she let her lids close. “We’re here to give you what you
want. And that’s Cale in your ass.”

Cale followed that up with a nip on the area in question, in
the center of her left cheek. She squealed and whirled around, shaking her head
at their laughter. Such men.

“C’mere.” Cale patted his lap, drawing her attention to the
indisputable fact that he had a monster cock. Since he’d so kindly shoved his
jeans to the knees while she’d been taking a one-way-trip to romancelandia with
her boyfriend, it stood in all its glory, probably commanding the attention of
most of the females nearby.

She glanced around and saw that she was right.

“Go on,” Tony said with a chuckle, giving her a little
shove. “Climb on before the horde starts lining up for autographs.”

“He’s not ready to sign any yet. Maybe in a couple minutes.”
Cale lifted his brows at Marcia. “Depends on if your hot mama decides to make
my night.”

“Hot mama, huh? That’s a new one.” Marcia giggled and
started to straddle his lap, but Tony pulled her back.

“Spin around, baby. You know the kind of ride you both want
most.”

Her heart knocking against her ribs, she turned and
shuddered at the sensation of Cale sliding his hand through the abundant
arousal between her thighs. Then she felt his damp fingers probing at her
rosette, teasing her as they glided just inside. She bit her lip. Fuck, that
felt good. And so would Cale, assuming she could turn on a waterfall. That was
the only way she’d be able to take him inside her. “Uh, guys, I think we need—”

“Already taken care of.” Tony grabbed his brown paper bag
and removed a tube of lube.

She nodded, relaxing. “You’re my kind of Scout. Who needs a
utility knife?”

“Yeah, so let’s get going with our campfire. Bend over and
show me that ass. Let me get you nice and wet.”

She did as Cale asked, stiffening for a heartbeat before his
slick fingers stroked between her cheeks. He started with two, probably
figuring she could take it. Maybe thinking she’d adjust soon enough if she
couldn’t. The burn was brief and then he was working her with first two, then
three fingers. He curved them just right so that she felt herself opening up,
inside and out. Her arousal gathered between her legs, sliding down to coat her
thighs while she grabbed her knees and tried not to come again so soon. God,
she had the most sensitive ass in the world.

“I love watching you. Do you have any clue how sexy you
are?”

Her flippant response died on her tongue when Tony cupped
her chin and laid his lips against her forehead. The sound of a packet ripping
barely registered over the sweeps of her lover’s mouth on her skin.

He was right here with her, sharing this. Sexy fun times
three. No more doubts, nothing to mar this moment. She couldn’t wait to have
him inside her again.

Then Tony reached for the dildo and lube.

Before she could question it, Cale removed his fingers and
spread his legs. She barely had a chance to get used to being empty again when
he pulled her down on him, not wasting any time on niceties or even a friendly
“incoming”. Apparently he was ready to fuck.
Now.

With one heart-stopping thrust he impaled her on his cock.
The startled cry that left her was as much pain as pleasure. Hot damn, he was
huge
.
She couldn’t even breathe from the fullness of him inside her and now Tony was
pointing that glistening glass dildo like a kinkster’s idea of a light saber.

Belatedly, she realized he was pointing it at Cale, not her.
Thank God. She’d officially flung up a “no vacancy” sign on her orifices for
the foreseeable future. “What the hell, man?” Tony tossed aside the lube.
“She’s not a goddamn blow-up doll.”

“Sorry.” Cale’s warm breaths blasted her back as he hauled
her against him. “Sorry, sweetheart. Are you okay?”

“Marsh?” Tony brushed his hand down her hair. “Baby, are you
okay?”

“I’ll pull out. Hold on, sweetheart.” When he started to,
she met Tony’s worried gaze and gripped Cale’s muscled forearm. She shook her
head and gave Cale a weak squeeze, both inside and out. That would have to do.

Cale groaned softly. “Sure?”

Maybe if he shifted she’d be able to concentrate on
something else. Surely no one had died at Kink before. She didn’t intend to be
the first.

She nodded. “Move,” she whispered.

He moved. Slowly at first, drawing her back so that she
could sag into his hold. She couldn’t even do anything but take his thrusts for
a couple of minutes. Long, beyond thick, he drove into her again and again. He
spread her all the way open, leaving her quaking and vulnerable. She wasn’t
just at his mercy, she was at the mercy of all the pairs of eyes studying her
every move.

There weren’t that many, probably. Most of the people were
into their own thing. Or things, depending. And she and Cale weren’t making any
noise, not even breathing that loudly. It was as if they had dropped into their
own airless space, cushioned so that sound couldn’t get in or out.

Her clit throbbed but she couldn’t summon strength to touch
herself. Some fundamental part of her consciousness had splintered off and she
was stuck in middle space, drifting along on a current of pure erotic sensation.

Tony knelt between their spread legs, pulling her focus from
the oh so fascinating ceiling lights. “You’ve fucked her into a catatonic
state, man,” he said, almost sounding impressed.

A laugh spilled out of her. On its heels came a blinding
cramp of pleasure that almost split her in two.

“Not catatonic,” Cale managed, smug as ever, as Tony again
lifted his naughty light saber.

“This should wake her up.”

Tony drew the tip of the dildo along the seam between her
legs, finally giving her needy clit some attention. She gasped when he kept
going, inching it inside her up to the first set of ripples in the glass. Then
deeper when she arched and pleaded for more. He seated it inside her quickly,
Cale’s loud grunts rising to overtake her own mindless whimpers.

The sound lock broke and her mind exploded with the noises
of their lovemaking. Her body’s wet suction around the dildo. Around the cock
in her ass. Tony’s low groans as he pushed his toy into her hungry pussy. And
Cale’s endless grunts, as if he were absorbing body blows from a dozen
invisible boxers.

“So fucking tight. You’re going to make me come.” Cale
sounded shocked by the fact, which might’ve made her grin had she still had
working facial muscles. Since she didn’t, she bore down on him until he released
a vicious curse and fisted his hand in her hair. “You want it, don’t you? Bet
you wish you could feel all that hot cum splashing your snug little asshole.”

Uh huh
.
Yes, please.

Tony brushed his mouth over her knee and she let out a
keening wail, not caring if she woke the dead. Or who was watching. Her sex
pulsed like a thousand heartbeats and she clenched around the dual shafts of
heat spearing up inside her. She couldn’t hold on anymore. Why should she, when
she knew there was only more where that came from?

She gasped at the starshow behind her lids. Then her mind
went black and her body went wild, hips bucking, release streaming.

Cale pulled back and surged deep, slamming against her hard
enough to hurt if she’d still been capable of feeling. Then he was coming too,
his abbreviated shout and wrenching spasms catching the tail end of her climax
and spinning it out into infinity.

Oh. My. God.

She roused at the sensation of Tony withdrawing the toy from
her sex. She moaned as he licked it clean, bliss written in every rugged line
of his face. Inexplicably, her pussy tightened again, ready for more, even with
the cock still fully lodged in her ass.

It would have to be later. She let her head drop back
against Cale. Way,
way
later.

Tony sat next to his best friend and his best girl and
surveyed the scene around him. Couples were in clinches everywhere he glanced.
In the corner, there were no fewer than five people engaged in an enthusiastic
gropefest. Swaying breasts, pert asses, shaved pussies. He could’ve looked his
fill at any or all of the above, and all he wanted was to go home and talk
about the future with the woman he loved.