Rev Me Twice (9 page)

When her heart stopped racing, her muscles relaxed and her
breathing leveled off, she lifted her head. With a pull of her hips, she slid
away, while Giancarlo discreetly disposed of the condom before returning to the
center of the bed. Tomas came up behind her and pressed his erection to the
base of her spine. “Get on your knees and lift your ass,” he said, probing her
pussy from the rear with his sheathed cock.

Crystal kneeled between Giancarlo’s legs and gripped his
thighs as he held her by the waist for leverage while she complied. Cool air
wafted over her wet center, sending tiny shivers along her skin. Tomas entered
her from behind in three hard thrusts, bringing instant heat, while the other
man sucked her breasts in turn. His mouth worked one nipple, pulling and
kneading, until the invisible cord to her clitoris caused it to reawaken,
stiffen and swell.

Tomas fucked her fast and hard at first, and then slowed, as
his hand reached between her legs to rub her erect clit. She pressed tighter
against Giancarlo to gain more leverage, while she pushed her hips back,
feeling Tomas’ entire length fill her to her womb as his fingers worked their
magic.

As she rose again toward orgasm, her breathing came in
short, shallow pants that formed a compatible rhythm with Tomas’ breaths behind
her. Juices gushed from her opening and onto his fingers, which glided with
increasing speed and ease over her swollen bud.

Her quick, intense climax brought starbursts of color behind
her closed eyelids. She licked her dry mouth and gasped for air as her muscles
contracted. The man at her breasts nuzzled and licked their fullness while her
body heaved and shuddered. Perspiration dotted her temples and dampened the
hair at the base of her neck.

Shouts and a series of short, deliberate thrusts let her
know that Tomas had come too.

* * * * *

Giancarlo stepped from the shower and toweled off his thick,
muscular, weight-trained body. Tufts of his dark, wavy hair stood around his
head like a royal crown. A military tattoo spanned the width of his wide,
muscled back. Crystal touched his triceps and ran her hand down the length of
his corded arm as she came up behind him from the oversized shower stall. Her
fingers curled around his wrist as she whispered in his ear, “Same time, next
Wednesday?”

The man turned and kissed the apple of her cheek, sending a
light tingle through her. “I’d never miss a session with my favorite client.”
Giancarlo had been Crystal’s personal trainer since she’d worked at the
Tongue
and Cheek,
and was one of the health-certified thirds she used in her
frequent ménages. He gave her cheek another peck as he strode to the bedroom to
change.

Tomas wrapped Crystal in a plush towel and dried the crown
of her hair with the corner of one end as he pulled her close to his wet, naked
form. Though Crystal was wrapped in cloth, he could feel the mound between her
legs press against his contented cock. Her full, lovely breasts pushed against
his chest. Her skin smelled of clean, sweet vanilla and her hair of fresh
sliced strawberries. He wanted to savor her, devour her and make her his own.
He wrapped his fingers in her hair and gripped the back of her head.

“Just to be clear, I’m tired of threesomes, Crystal. And I
didn’t appreciate that stunt you pulled earlier.” He pressed his mouth to her
exposed shoulder and nipped the tendon between her neck and shoulder blade hard
enough to bruise. He spoke against the curve at the base of her neck and noted
with satisfaction that she shivered. “You know the rule. No first penetration
with another man. I’m your partner. He’s the third. That means I get first
dibs, not sloppy seconds.”

She chuckled low in her throat in a sound of dismissal,
prompting his urge to squeeze her skull by its retouched roots. “Don’t tell me
you didn’t enjoy watching, because I won’t believe you,” she shot back. “Your
cock was like granite. I bet you enjoyed watching Lisa in the Jacuzzi too.”

He knew she was testing his limits again. Trying to see how
far she could push him before he’d give up on her and take off. Crystal’s tests
of loyalty and patience had become exhausting. She had attention deficit when
it came to their relationship.

He’d never begged for pussy in his life and wasn’t about to
start. He called her bluff. “Do that again and we’re finished. Understand?”

He nipped her a second time. Goosebumps formed over her
flesh and her nipples hardened beneath the towel as he bit his way up her neck
to her ear. Her physical responses to his threats brought a different kind of
pleasure than their sex had done.

“You didn’t mind fucking me after Kiesha sucked you off at
my place. Doesn’t that count as sloppy seconds?”

He almost laughed. So much had happened since then, yet she
was gunning for a fight over a sex party he hadn’t wanted. Christ. “Double
standard, Crystal. You were pretty busy that night yourself.”

“I didn’t have sex with a man. And I refused Lisa’s
invitation into the Jacuzzi. I thought that would make a difference to you.
Since it didn’t, I kept our standing appointment with Giancarlo.”

Tomas pulled his next verbal punch, stunned by her
admission. She’d never seemed to care about his reactions before. The
possibility made him smile big enough to show teeth. He couldn’t resist the
loaded question most on his mind. “Were you…jealous?” Naw. Not possible.

When she didn’t reply, he stared at her. Maybe his
suspicions that Crystal had become more possessive were right on target. The
threatening letters, ransacking and the police visit might have rattled her
more than she’d let on. Could it be she needed him?

Tomas rubbed the tip of his nose against hers. Maybe she’d
grow tired of these games. “Stop putting me off. Say you love me and get it
over with. It’s time to take our relationship to a higher level.”

She leaned her head back to meet his eyes. “What makes you
think I love you?”

He held her by the upper arms to keep her steady and pressed
her against the wall. “You bring men to bed with us to prevent intimacy. To
keep us emotionally distant. I thought things had changed between us.”

“You go to strip bars as entertainment to watch naked women.
That’s how we met, remember? I practically put myself through college on your
tips.” She relaxed against him and licked the shell of his ear before
whispering, “I bet they spread their legs and proposition you on a regular
basis, just like I did.”

Most men would kill for a woman who craved group sex. They
didn’t have a clue that the more routine and disconnected the sex became, the
better intimacy looked. Who knew when he started out with Crystal that the
thrill of having endless snatch would create the need for exclusivity?

She tilted her hips and ground her slit against his thigh.
Damn. Crystal had him hard as stone and ready to go again. She was a living,
breathing sex goddess.

She let out a lusty chuckle. “Bring some of those women to
bed with us if it’ll renew your interest in group sex.” Crystal shook him off
and took a side step away. “Ask a natural redhead. They have the prettiest
pussies.”

“I never touch those women—you know that. You were the
exception. You’ve been the exception since we met.”

She dragged a fingernail over his chest and caught the
circle of his nipple ring with the tip. She pulled and twisted in three quick
revolutions, just enough to send jolts through him, but not enough to cause
real pain. Shivers shot through the base of his sac and ran up the length of
his cock as it twitched and grew harder.

She gave the nipple ring another tweak. “But you want to.
Admit it. Tell me who you want to fuck.” Crystal leaned into him again and blew
inside his ear. “I want to watch. Or, at the very least, hear all about it.”
She licked the plump flesh of his earlobe. Her top and bottom teeth trapped his
diamond stud and pulled that too. He lowered his head and relaxed his neck to give
her leeway. He pinched one cheek of her ass, hard, until she released his
earring from the grip of her strong, white teeth.

He met his lover’s fathomless, ocean-colored eyes and wished
he knew what the hell she was thinking. Doing psychological battle with her had
become taxing. His voice hardened with annoyance. “Changing the rules again,
Crystal? You’ve slept with more women than I have. Sometimes I think you’ll
fuck anyone.”

“You were doing fine until that last remark.” The slap that
crossed his face came quick and hard as it stung his cheek. He touched the
place where she’d hit him and smiled through the pain.

“I’d slap you back, sweetheart, but you’d enjoy it too
much.”

She raised her other hand to strike him, but he clutched her
wrist and held it steady. “Don’t.” The towel around her body fell to the floor.
Their eyes locked and their nostrils flared as their chins lifted in a mutual
challenge. It was hard to tell who breathed harder as they gulped air in the
humid room. “Love doesn’t make you weak, Crystal. It doesn’t diminish your
power or make you a less desirable woman.”

“Don’t lecture me, Tomas.” She yanked her arm free. “Love is
a convenient illusion.”

“Yeah, but it can make you happy.”

“I do exactly what I want, when I want. What could be better
than that kind of freedom?”

“Stability. Connection.”

She turned her face from his. “You only want what you can’t
have.”

Fuck. She didn’t have a jealous bone in her body, which was
how she managed to keep him on the string and drive him nuts trying to win her
over.

He ran his hands along the swell of her hips and cupped her
waist with the span of his fingers. The skin beneath was soft, sleek and warm.
He slid his hands along the muscles of her back, massaged and then brought them
around to her breasts to cradle them inside his palms. His thumbs traced the
areola and played over the hard tips. “Our sex has been great, but I want more.
To be a couple. Not a ménage, a quad or part of a fucking stadium-sized mob.”

When she tittered and relaxed in his grasp, he brought his
mouth to the swell of her breasts and began to kiss them in turn. “I’m not an
accessory, Crystal.” One hand dropped to her pussy and slid a finger, then two,
inside. She was slick and wet. Ready. “Anyone can have sex. Love, that’s
something else.” He began a slow thrust and she lifted her hips to increase the
friction. The base of his fingers where they met his palm found the underside
of her clit as the tips of his fingers stroked her tight passage, playing over
her trigger spot.

He pressed his mouth to her breastbone. “Sex is sport to
you.” She was breathing harder now, as his fingers continued their play. “I’ll
find whatever it is that will make you admit you care. But make no mistake; I
won’t take part in your games anymore. I quit. And I won’t ask you again for
your love. That’s a promise.” He circled the hard nub with this thumb until she
shivered beneath his touch.

As she leaned her weight against him for more, he pulled his
hand away. When she made noises of protest, he turned her around and moved her
four steps backward like he was leading a dance. Tomas pressed her hips against
the long edge of the vanity. He reached into the mirrored medicine cabinet
behind her and rifled for a condom in the stacks he knew she kept there. Tomas
held the packet between his teeth and opened it with one hand while he
continued to pleasure Crystal’s clit with the other.

She closed her eyes and sighed as he pressed the wide pad of
his thumb more firmly over her nub and thrust deeper inside her pussy, rubbing until
she dug her long, manicured nails into the curves of his shoulders, scoring his
skin. Her mouth opened in a silent O and her head lolled as he quickened the
pace.

When he sensed she neared climax, he lifted her onto the
edge of the sink, draped one of her legs over his forearm and entered her with
a single, powerful thrust. Crystal wrapped her free leg tight around his hip
and dug her heel into the hollow of his ass, pushing him deeper inside her,
riding him close.

Tomas wrapped a hand in her wet hair and cupped the back of
her head as he fucked her harder. The vanity counter trembled beneath the
weight of his thrusts and Crystal released a series of quick, guttural sounds.
When she pressed her lips to his chest and sucked his gold nipple ring into her
mouth, he knew her climax had begun.

He slid his opposite hand to the back of her neck and
grunted as his semen rose and released in a seemingly endless stream. Crystal
tensed against him, bit his nipple and then pressed her lips against the dark
circle of skin while she moaned. Her pussy tightened over his cock until her
spasms subsided and her climax was done. In the silence, she raised her head to
lay a kiss against his shoulder and then rested her cheek over the spot.

“I know you love me,” he said into her hair, his voice husky
and gravelly with post-coital contentment. “Admit it, or I’ll break down your
resistance and bring you to your knees. So help me, woman, I will.”

* * * * *

When Tomas didn’t call her the next day, failed to return
her calls and didn’t show up for her performance that night, Crystal worried
that Tomas was serious about breaking up with her. She had tested him beyond
his limits by disregarding their bedroom rules. She had broken a trust. Even
open sexual relationships had boundaries.

Tomas had been right. She’d given him sloppy seconds. To
prove what point? Tomas was a man of honor and pride. He might love her, but
she had pushed him too far. The thought sent prickles of foreboding along her
body. If she panicked over one day without him, how would she feel in a week? A
month?

She couldn’t cope.

Didn’t she believe she deserved happiness? That
once-in-a-lifetime love was within her grasp? Why did she derail a relationship
with the only man she’d ever wanted?