Secret Weapon (6 page)

A loud knock startled her.

“It’s been five minutes,” Sloan called.

Oh, God. Leave it to Sloan to actually time us.

Jonas sucked one more time, then released her aching nipple. He moved away and the door opened. She drew in a deep breath and peered into the lighted bedroom, then followed Jonas out of the closet. Sloan’s gaze fell to her breast and she glanced down, seeing her one nipple standing more at attention than the other, and a little darker in color.

At his frown, she simply smiled at him and continued into the dining room, then sat down.

The next hand went to Dare, with Derek the winner.

“Janine, I dare you to tease my cock with your mouth for five minutes.”

She grinned. “I accept your dare.”

He stood up and she walked around the table to him. She crouched down and reached into his boxers, then drew out his erection. She wrapped her hand around his veined member, then kissed the tip of him, totally conscious of Sloan’s intense gaze on her. Swirling her tongue around and around, she teased Derek’s cockhead, then glided downward, swallowing his big corona in her mouth. She sucked a little, then glided lower. Derek’s fingers stroked through her long hair. Sucking again, she glided up, then released him. She licked him from base to tip, like a long, hard lollipop, then licked him again.

In her peripheral vision, she could see Jonas stroking his own cock through the cotton of his boxers. The knowledge she was turning on three men at once sent thrills through her. She wrapped her lips around Derek’s erection and swallowed him, opening her throat so she could take him all the way to the base. He groaned in pleasure.

“Time,” Sloan said, his voice tight.

She squeezed Derek inside her mouth. For a moment, she was sure he was going to come, but somehow he held back. She glided upward and released his marble-hard member. She smiled and stroked her finger the length of him, then tucked his erection back inside his boxers.

The next round also went to Dare. This time Jonas won.

“Janine, I want you to stroke yourself.”

She stood up and ran her hands over her breasts, teasing the nipples.

“No, I meant … inside your panties,” Jonas clarified.

*   *   *

Sloan’s gut clenched at Jonas’ words. It was bad enough he was watching with such eagerness as she caressed those gorgeous breasts of hers, but now he wanted too much.

“He didn’t specify that—” Sloan started.

“Don’t worry about it,” Derek said, his gaze glued to her fingers as she tweaked her nipples.

Damn it. Rules were rules. But he bit back a protest as Janine glanced at him and their gazes locked.

“Sloan, it’s just a friendly game,” Janine said.

“Yeah, very friendly,” Sloan muttered.

As Janine compressed her lips, he sucked in a breath. Damn it, what the hell was he doing? He had to convince her he was all right with this kind of shenanigans. He wasn’t getting off to a very good start.

“And friendly is great,” Sloan added halfheartedly.

Janine nodded, then turned her gaze back to Jonas. She smiled warmly, which tore at Sloan’s heart. He wanted her to smile at him that way. And
only
him.

One of her hands abandoned her breast and glided down her trim midriff. His breath caught as her fingers dipped under her panties, and he couldn’t help imagining the feel of her silky curls. The black lace of her tiny panties moved as her fingers glided back and forth between her legs. Sloan stared in fascination, imagining what it would feel like to slide his own fingers down there. His cock throbbed with need. He dragged his gaze away and glanced toward the other two men. Clearly, they were both imagining the same thing.

“Time,” Sloan said hoarsely.

He had no idea if five minutes had passed, or if the others would argue with him since no time limit had been set, but Janine stopped and no one argued. Seeing both other men with their hands on the huge bulges in their boxers, he figured they probably couldn’t handle much more and still keep playing the game, either.

Janine sat down and all Sloan could think about was the fact that her pussy had to be really wet, making her panties damp. As if to confirm, she grabbed a tissue from the box on the table and wiped her fingers.

Derek dealt the next hand. Sloan couldn’t help staring at Janine’s naked breasts the whole time. Damn, it was hard to concentrate on his cards. When Janine won the hand with a green chip—clothing—he and the other two men gazed at one another, then stood up together.

Her gaze flickered back and forth across all of them as they tugged at their elastic waistbands.

“Okay, guys. I want to enjoy this. One at a time.” She glanced toward Derek. “You first.”

Derek slid his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers, then drew them down. His cock fell forward, hard and pointing straight at her. He sat down, but his cock still peered up through the glass tabletop.

“Nice.” She turned to Jonas.

He tugged on his boxers, then drew them down slowly, revealing the tip of his penis, then slowly drawing the fabric down his long shaft. Finally, he dropped his boxers and they glided down his legs.

“Mmm. Impressive.” She practically drooled as her gaze traveled up and down the length of Jonas’ erection, which stood quite tall.

She turned to Sloan with a wicked grin. “Now you.”

As Sloan pushed one side of his boxers down his hips, he tucked his hand against his rock-hard cock, holding it against his body, then pulled the other side down. He noted that Janine’s gaze locked on the tip of his cock as it peeked above the fabric. She watched hungrily as he revealed more of his long shaft. He released his cock and it leaped forward as he pushed his boxers farther down and let them fall to the floor.

Her eyes widened as his full erection bobbed up and down.

Five

Janine couldn’t believe it. She’d never seen a cock as big as Sloan’s before. She could just imagine it pushing into her, stretching her like she’d never been stretched before. Her insides ached with need. God, that cock could be inside her right now if she just said the word. Should she drop the restriction banning sex between them tonight?

Damn, no. She’d made that decision for a good reason—both for Sloan and for Jonas. Anyway, it wouldn’t be fair to Sloan for her to be on-again, off-again. Of course, he’d be happy about it tonight—a guy would never pass up the opportunity for sex, even serious, play-by-the-rules Sloan—but tomorrow …

He’d never take her seriously again.

*   *   *

Oh, God, the look of hunger in Janine’s eyes as she stared at his cock nearly sent Sloan off the deep end. He wanted her so badly right now. He gritted his teeth under her feminine scrutiny.

Derek handed her the deck and she shuffled and then dealt the cards. Her breasts bounced a little with her movements. Sloan’s gaze never left Janine’s hard, dusky rose nipples. Pushing forward so delightfully. He could imagine their pebbly texture in his mouth, the sweet taste of them against his tongue.

When he looked at his hand and saw he had a straight, he pushed the betting to Ultimate Dare, and won.

He stared at Janine with hunger. “I dare you to ten minutes in the bedroom with me.”

“All right.” She smiled casually as she stood up.

He grabbed her hand and dragged her into the bedroom. When they were face-to-face behind closed doors, she stared at him quizzically.

“What now?” she asked.

As his gaze lingered on her deliciously round breasts with the nipples straining forward, he realized he hadn’t really thought this through.

“Well, I’d like to drag you into my arms and drive my cock deep inside you,” he muttered, “but I promised I wouldn’t. So I guess we just stand here for ten minutes.”

She gazed at him with sympathetic blue eyes. “I know this is super hard on you, but I really think it’s for the best.”

He nodded, his teeth clenched.

“Look, how about we do a little something to put on a good show for the others. You do have your masculine reputation to protect.” She stepped back from him, then stroked her hands over her breasts.

Heat washed through Sloan like a high fever.

“Janine, if you don’t want me to jump your bones, you really should stop doing that.”

She grinned. “Oh, I think you’ll survive. I trust in your strength of will.”

Elation shot through him at her words, followed by doubt as he watched her fingertips play over her hard nipples. Could the strength of will she so admired in him stand up to this kind of torture?

She continued to flick her fingertips over her tight buds and began to make whimpering sounds. Then came little murmurs of pleasure in her throat. Soon those murmurs turned to moans. His cock twitched in need. He could barely stop his hands from reaching for her and pulling her against him. He wanted so desperately to stroke those lovely breasts of hers, to feel them against his chest.

But she trusted him not to, and that trust gave him superhuman strength.

She moaned loudly, gasped, then moaned again. His cock throbbed with the need to be inside her as she continued to moan louder and louder, as if in the throes of passion.

“Oh, yes … oh, yes.” She winked at him as she squeezed her nipples. “Sloan, I’m—” She gasped and threw her head back. “Oh, God. I’m coming.” Then she wailed loudly.

God, he practically came on the spot.

She grinned widely and her gaze fell to his throbbing erection. She covered her mouth and giggled quietly. “Oh, my goodness. You can’t go out there like that. Not now.”

Damn, she was right. No guy would believe he hadn’t just come if he’d been actually fucking her.

And, damn, he wanted to fuck her.

He pulled her against him and groaned at the sensations assaulting him. Her soft breasts pressing against his chest, each bead-hard nipple driving into him. Her warm belly compressing his throbbing cock between them.

His tongue drove into her as he wished his cock could, and her hot mouth surrounded his tongue. Heat spiked through him. Oh, God, he was going to—

Releasing her lips, he grasped her hips and pulled her tight against his body, then groaned. His body tensed and his cock erupted. His body shuddered as he climaxed, hot liquid spewing between them.

He cupped her head and held it tight to his chest, his fingers tangled in her long blond hair. God damn it, this wasn’t the way he’d imagined his first time with her would be.

Would she think…? Did this mean he’d failed her test?

“Janine, I didn’t mean to.” He sucked in air. “You aren’t going to count that as…?”

He hesitated when he heard a whimper against his chest. Damn it all. Had he made her cry?

“Janine?” As he tipped up her chin, he realized she wasn’t crying. She was trying to muffle laughter.

“What the hell is so funny?”

“That was certainly one solution to our dilemma.”

“Dilemma?”

“Well…” She pointed at his wilted cock. “It’s not hard anymore.”

“That’s true.” Damn. How did this woman manage to keep him so totally off balance all the time? “If we stay in here any longer, though, the same problem will … crop up … very quickly.”

She glanced down at his already swelling cock. She grinned and stroked her finger over the tip, nearly driving him to distraction. How could she touch him so casually and not realize the profound effect she had on him?

“In that case, I’d better give you some space.” She backed away and grabbed a tissue box from the table beside the bed and wiped up the gooey mess from her stomach. She handed him several tissues, too.

“I’ll just go clean up a little.”

She headed for another door on the other side of the bed, probably an en suite bathroom, which reminded Sloan that she knew her way around Derek’s bedroom. Jealousy surged through him, but he quashed it as he cleaned up the wetness on his stomach.

A knock sounded on the door.

“Hey, guys. If you’ve decided to abandon us, at least let us know so we can put on a movie or something,” Derek said through the door.

Janine wandered back into the room, then headed toward the door. “We’re coming out now, guys.”

She glanced at Sloan. “You ready?” She glanced down at his cock, which was already halfway to full erection again. She grinned. “We’d better get out there before we have to start all over.”

At the thought of a repeat performance, his fingers twitched with his desire to pull her into his arms again, but he sucked in a deep breath, then nodded.

“Let’s go.”

Sloan opened the door and strode from the room. The others followed him back into the dining room.

“Whose deal?” Sloan asked.

“Mine.” Jonas grabbed the deck of cards.

Everyone slid their hands from the previous round toward Jonas and he swept them up and began shuffling.

“Now that we’re naked”—Jonas glanced at Janine, his gaze dropping to her breasts—“at least most of us, how do we handle betting? I mean, if our highest bet is a green chip, we don’t have any clothes to take off.”

“Right.” Derek stood up and grabbed four black chips from the case and brought them back to the table, then tossed one to Jonas and to Sloan and collected their green chips. “Instead of a green chip, you’ll have to go straight to a blue one, then black. The extra black is in case the betting goes all the way up to four chips.”

“So we might owe two Ultimate Dares?” Sloan took a sip of his beer.

“That’s right.” Derek pushed aside his own green chip.

“So when Janine bets a green chip, each of us bets a blue one.” Jonas said as he dealt.

Derek nodded.

Jonas picked up his blue chip and rolled it between his fingers. “But even though we would owe a Dare, Janine would still have to strip. If she lost the hand.”

“As long as her highest bet was a green chip,” Derek answered.

Sloan’s gaze shot to Janine’s skimpy black lace panties, as did the other guys’. He picked up his cards. Two aces. He discarded three cards, then picked up the new ones to discover another ace and a four.

“Stay.” As great as his hand was, he didn’t want to raise to the next level because he hoped Janine would, then they would all call, forcing her to lose those sexy little panties of hers.