Trouble (20 page)

Val pinned her wrists with one hand and used his other to play with her nipples. He rolled them between thumb and forefinger, he tugged at them, he flicked them, delighting in the gasps she made. Her hips rolled and she lifted her legs. “Is Jonathan good at eating pussy? Do you like that? Having one man between your legs and another playing with your tits?”

She moaned, her head tossing side to side. “I want . . . I . . . you.”

“What, baby? You need to tell me what you want. Anything and it’s yours.” He licked up the side of her neck, enjoying the salty goodness.

“You . . . I want to touch you.” She panted, tugging at her wrists.

He loosened his grip and one of her hands immediately found his hip. She clawed at his ass and muttered some more until he lifted onto his knees so she could grab his cock.

Jonathan, sensing a change of pace, lifted his head and shifted his body. He reached for the condoms he’d thrown on the foot of the bed when he’d taken his clothes off and ripped a foil package open while meeting Val’s gaze.

Again, Val nodded. Part of him wanted to stop Jonathan. He wanted to be the one to take her, to claim her as his own. But even more than that, he wanted to please her.

Her hand tightened on his cock, pulling him closer and making it hard for him to think at all. Samair’s eyes were open and begging him silently. “What, baby? What do you want?”

Her tongue darted out and swept across that full bottom lip of hers and his dick jerked in her hand. “You. I want you.” Her head lifted off the bed and she tried to reach him with her mouth.

With a quick move he flipped her over, getting on his knees in front of her. Jonathan grabbed her hips and got on his knees behind her. Val cupped her cheek, running his thumb over the smoothness as their eyes met and she opened her mouth. His heart slammed against his ribs and his throat tightened as he guided her forward to take him between her lips.

The moment her mouth closed around him, they both moaned, the vibrations of the sounds she made ripping through his cock and settling in his chest. She sucked gently and started to move, but he gripped her shoulders and held her still. Jonathan gripped her hips and Val felt her body tense for a moment as he entered her from behind.

 

 

S
amair tensed for a second as she adjusted to being so full. Jonathan’s cock wasn’t as thick as Val’s, but he was a fair size, and long enough that when she started to rock between the two men, she could feel him nudging her magic spot deep within. She began to rock faster, loving the tender feel of Val’s hands in her hair and Jonathan’s on her hips. The men let her set the pace, remaining still for her. She sucked harder on Val’s cock, feeling it throb as his fingers tightened against her scalp. She opened her eyes and looked up to see him watching her with such intensity that everything in her tightened. Her heart pounded and her pussy clenched.

Jonathan’s hands tightened and he started to move with her. Matching her rhythm, his cock shafted her deeper with each move. Her breasts bounced with each thrust and one of Val’s hands left her head, reaching around to cup her sensitive flesh and tug on her nipple. With each squeeze and tug, a jolt of pleasure shot directly to her cunt.

She closed her eyes, struggling to breathe, and her insides tightened once again. She was so close to coming, overwhelmed by the sensations of two cocks, two sets of hands, the feel of their eyes on her as she took them both, but she didn’t want to come. She wanted this to last. Their groans and sighs of pleasure and the wet sucking sounds coming from both Samair’s mouth and her pussy filled the room as they fucked her. Joy filled her as the pace picked up and it became apparent that both men were fighting for control over their bodies as well.

All of Samair’s muscles tensed as Val’s grip on her hair tightened and his cock hit the back of her throat. At the same time, another cock was hitting deep inside her pussy. She was getting hammered from both ends, and just when she thought things couldn’t get any better, something brushed her rear entrance. Her eyes flew open and she moaned, her body jerking at the sensations that ricocheted through her.

Jonathan’s thumb brushed over the puckerhole again, gently circling then pressing against her, and she couldn’t hold back anymore. She roughly pulled her mouth away from Val’s cock and screamed as an orgasm ripped through her.

Slowly coming back to reality, she was aware of Jonathan’s low groan as his cock jerked inside her and her body clenched, milking him. She lifted heavy eyelids and saw Val directly in front of her, stroking his cock and watching her with a tenderness she’d never seen before. Her lips spread into a naughty grin and she lifted her face to him. “Mark me,” she commanded softly. “Mark me as yours.”

His eyes widened and emotion flared in his dark eyes. He pumped his cock and she stared deep into his gaze when his roar of satisfaction echoed in the room and hot come jetted from him to blanket her neck and shoulders.

Heavy silence filled the room as everybody struggled to regain their composure. Samair collapsed on the bed, her eyes closed. The mattress shifted beneath her as both men got off. She heard them speak in low voices over the running water in the bathroom as she drifted on a cloud of wicked satisfaction.

The bed shifted again and she cracked an eye open. Jonathan stretched out next to her, one arm laying over her belly, his body cuddling close. Val knelt on the bed next to her. He leaned down and wiped a warm wet facecloth over her neck and shoulders, gently cleaning her up. She smiled softly at him as he folded the cloth before nudging her legs apart and running the cloth over her swollen sex.

When he stood to go back to the washroom, she called his name. He looked at her and she turned on her side, spooning her back against Jonathan and holding her arm out for Val.

He set the dirty cloth on the nightstand and lay down in front of her. His hand settled on her hip, their feet tangled, and they just looked at one another.

Samair had worried that having him see her with another man would make him lose respect for her, make him not want her anymore. Instead, she saw something like love in his gaze, and her heart swelled.

She closed her eyes on a sigh and drifted off to sleep on the thought that yet another dream had come true.

 

 

 

 

 

 

V
al watched Samair sleep and his heart thumped against his chest. Her dark eyelashes lay against her smooth fair skin, a slight flush still colored her cheeks, and her lips parted slightly as a delicate snore escaped.

She was beautiful.

When he’d decided to make this fantasy happen for her, he’d intended for Karl to be the second man. They’d shared women before, and he was the natural choice since Samair knew him. But when he’d brought up the subject earlier that night at the club, Karl had turned him down. “It’s not a good idea for us to share a woman you plan on keeping around, buddy.”

At first he’d thought Karl was saying a threesome was a bad idea, period. But instead, Karl had introduced him to Jonathan, a friend from out of town. And now, as he fought the urge to forcibly remove Jonathan’s arm from around Samair’s waist, he understood why.

Sharing Samair had been harder than he’d thought, and he was thankful now that it had been with a man that neither of them would ever see again. As if sensing Val’s thoughts, Jonathan’s arm lifted from around Samair’s waist.

Val watched as the man kissed her cheek and eased from the bed to dress. Val slipped from Samair’s side and stepped into his slacks as well, doing up the zipper but leaving them unbuttoned as he walked Jonathan to the door.

“Thank you,” he said, offering the other man his hand.

Jonathan smiled, the look in his eyes almost wistful. “It was my pleasure. You have a good woman there. I’d hang on to her if I were you.”

“I plan to.” The immediate response was instinctive, and, Val realized, true.

With that Val let Jonathan out and returned to his room. He shucked his pants and crawled onto the bed, pulling a quilt over them as he laid down and wrapped his arms around Samair. He buried his face in her hair and breathed deeply.

He couldn’t deny it any longer—Samair was more than a playmate to him. He knew when it had happened, too. That first night when she’d come over, things between them had shifted. Even though they’d both said they only wanted a casual sex thing, the emotion and passion between them had made them both liars.

Deep down, he knew that she’d gotten to him in a way no woman ever had, not even Vera. And, strangely enough, he was happy about it.

He just hoped she was, too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

S
amair awoke slowly, her body relaxed as if pure pleasure were flowing through her veins instead of blood. She didn’t open her eyes though. Instead, she remained as she was, on her back, legs spread, and concentrated on the feel of Val’s mouth on her sex.

His hands cradled her butt, holding her still as he licked her slit from one end to the other. A breathy moan escaped her and the muscles in her legs twitched. His tongue nudged between her swollen pussy lips and burrowed its way to her center. He thrust it in and out, his face nuzzling closer. The roughness of his morning stubble rubbed deliciously against her ass as his teeth scraped over her clit.

Her fingers dug into the bed sheets, the knot of arousal low in her belly, tightening to the point that she started to whimper. His tongue left her entrance and traveled up to flick at the senstitve nub and she rolled her hips, pressing against him. Taking the hint, Val’s mouth opened and he sucked her clit between his lips, flicking it rapidly with his tongue and sending her into orbit with a victorious cry.

He crawled up her body and slid inside her smoothly. When she opened her eyes she returned his smile. “Good morning.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

No more words were spoken. None were needed as he pumped into her. Moments later, when his back arched and his every muscle trembled, she held him close, murmuring encouragement and welcoming his pleasure, even without her own.

They didn’t talk about the night before, or the events of the morning as they rose and showered. Instead, their conversation centered on the Fetish and Fantasy show, and the results of it.

“It was certainly a success for me. I hope it was worthwhile for Risqué.”

Val nodded as he buttered a bagel that had just popped up from the toaster. “It was good. I won’t know exactly how good until I do the numbers this morning, but I think it was a complete success.”

Something niggled at the back of her mind and she swallowed the bite of bagel she’d been chewing. “Are you going to tell me what that means? A complete success?”

His shoulders tensed beneath his T-shirt and Samair waited. When he made his way across the small kitchen and settled into the chair across from her she could almost see the wheels turning in his head. Would he trust her? Would he finally share more than his body with her?

Her heart pounded and she bit her lip, holding her breath. He looked up, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “It means lots of money for us both.”

She tried not to let her disappointment show as she got up to put her plate in the sink. Instead, she bent and brushed her lips against his. “Let’s go find out how we did, then.”

 

 

T
hey made a quick stop at the apartment so Samair could change. She chose a pair of jeans and a stretchy knit top that would show off her cleavage. She read Joey’s note about her audition that day and said a quick prayer for her friend that it went off without a hitch before jogging down the stairs to where Val waited.

She stepped outside the building and froze. Val straddled his bike, dressed in his biker leathers, chaps and everything. His helmet rested on his thigh and his profile was to her as he watched a woman herd three kids into a car across the parking lot.

He was the complete and total fantasy, a man who had made her dreams come true. But she had to face the fact that she was nothing more than entertainment to him. Sure, he treated her well. He probably even liked her. But when it came down to the wire, he only trusted her with his body, and she was just starting to realize that she wanted more than that from a man.

More than that from him.

Sucking a deep breath into her lungs, she strode over to him and got on the back of his bike for what would probably be the last time. Self-preservation told her it was almost time to say good-bye to him.

 

 

V
al sat behind his desk trying to hide his frustration from Samair. He’d gone over the numbers while she’d boxed up the lingerie that had been left behind the night before. She’d been quiet all morning, but he was glad for her company just the same. Having her there reminded him that he’d built Risqué up from nothing, and it wasn’t over yet. Even if he didn’t have enough to cover the loan. He had three more days, and he wasn’t giving up.

“Well, people, how goes it?” Karl strode into office, his question lighthearted but the look he gave Val serious.

Samair bounded across the floor and threw her arms around Karl in a big hug. “It was a great success. Thank you so much for all of your help, Karl. You’re a sweetheart.”

Karl looked stricken. “Don’t spread that around,” he said with a laugh. He looked at Val over Samair’s shoulder and his lips tightened when Val shook his head.

“Look at you, all shiny and handsome in a suit and tie.” Samair brushed her hands over Karl’s shoulders and Val bit back a smartass comment. This was his brother, the man who could’ve been in bed with them the night before, but said no because he knew Val better than he knew himself. There was no reason for jealousy.