Uncommon Pleasure (12 page)

Then he flicked a whip-strike glance at her. Heat wicked through her at the intent arousal in his dark eyes, and a hint of something else. She undulated in Sean’s grip, felt him adjust his stance and tighten his grip.

A faint smile lifted the corner of Ty’s mouth, then he stepped forward and cupped her breasts in his hands to stroke his thumbs over her nipples. For a moment she remained stiff and resisting, then heat spread along her skin, softening her spine, making her
eyelids droop. Her head lolled back against Sean’s broad shoulder, and she breathed deep to arch her breasts into Ty’s hands. In response he pinched the nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger until her jaw relaxed, her lips parted, and a soft, helpless little sound drifted into the room.

“Damn,” Sean said.

She felt the word, heard the aroused tone as he shifted his weight to press his cock against her ass. Already so hot. Going to get hotter, she thought as Ty’s fingers sent electric shocks coursing along her nerves, to her clit. He stepped into her body, pressed his erection against her mound. The movement re-created the scene on the dance floor, and she shuddered at the pressure. She tipped her head from side to side as need expanded in her pussy.

When the purposeful press and release stopped and his hands lifted, her nipples throbbed in the cool air. She opened her eyes to find Ty watching her, his expression darkly aroused. Then he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor, and her mouth went dry. The cool, angular moonlight added an air of menace to his heavily muscled shoulders and abdomen. He pulled a condom from his pocket, then put his hands to his belt. She blinked rapidly, watched him release the buckle and fly, shove his cargo pants and shorts low on his hips, and roll the condom down his shaft. Then he closed the distance between them.

Both hands landed just above her knees, and his palms began a slow, purposeful ascent, gathering her skirt as they went. Deft fingers wound into the thin elastic strips at her hips and tugged. Fabric gave way without a protest, and the silk dropped to the floor beside them. Then Ty slid his forearms under her thighs, lifting her feet right off the floor as he gripped her ass in his palms. She gasped, the sound high-pitched, startled, and very, very aroused as her legs spread, leaving her open to him. A hitch in Sean’s breathing
registered at her back as Ty aligned the head of his cock with her wet, swollen folds and pressed inside.

Her pussy spasmed as his thick shaft stretched her soft channel. Her head lolled back against Sean’s shoulder, and her eyes closed as she dropped through conscious thought, into pure, molten sensation. Ty took possession of her body in one slow, hot thrust. The pressure of his pelvic bone against her clit sent another high-pitched sound into the air. A growl rumbled in the muscled chest behind her, and Ty gave a rough little laugh in response.

“We’re just getting started,” he said. The words could have been meant for her, or for Sean, or for the room in general, but he moved. He gripped her ass, leaned his naked chest against her breasts, and pulled out. The drag of the head of his cock along millions of awakened, desperate nerve endings made her cunt ripple around him, spurring another laugh.

“This is gonna be good,” he said. “So good.”

He fucked her, slow and steady, the rhythm far more important than intensity. Sean’s rough cheek snagged in her hair and scraped her ear as he looked over her slight curves and watched his friend fuck her. Ty’s cock gleamed with her juices as he slid in and out, and the angle and weight of her body ensuring perfect pressure on her G-spot.

“He’s watching me fuck you. Feeling it,” Ty added. Each thrust bumped and ground the length of her back, ass to shoulder blades against Sean’s torso. At the words he gave a little groan and tightened his grip on Lauren. “Is he hard?” Ty asked.

“Yes.” Sean’s erection felt like an iron shaft at the base of her spine. Sweat dampened his arms and hers, making her skin slippery in his grip. The plunge and slide of Ty’s hips, the soft huff of his breathing nearly drove her insane. First she whimpered, then she gasped, arching in Sean’s grip, squirming against Ty as the pleasure
expanded, filling and tightening the soft, swollen tissues around his cock.

This wasn’t gentle lovemaking on a soft bed with satin sheets and roses. This was a hard man at her back, restraining her for the equally hard, insistent man at her front. It was shoulder strain from the position, skin slipping in a tight grip, and helplessness in the face of superior strength. It was being outnumbered, two aroused men, one willing woman, no rules, only instincts. Ty made her wait, measured out rhythm and speed until she was quivering on the verge.

“Guys like to watch,” he said when her involuntary gasps peaked in pitch and frequency. “But he gets more than a good show. Think about that. What are you going to do for him?” He leaned in, put his lips right against her ear, never breaking rhythm, and murmured, “What do I get to watch?”

All the possibilities flashed through her brain in the instant before orgasm swamped her. Rough, crashing waves surged from her center and from a distance she heard her desperate cries of release as her cunt pulsed around Ty’s hard cock. When she subsided, he pulled out and lowered her feet to the floor, then nodded at Sean, who released her, keeping one hand at her waist until she found her footing.

Curiosity led her to trouble, took her deeper, might even break her heart, but at least she’d die satisfied. She plucked strands of her hair from her mouth and cheeks, then looked at Ty.

Hands on his hips, brown eyes dark and heavy-lidded, he assessed her, then gave her the same brusque nod he’d directed at Sean.

“Strip. Then get on your knees.”

Ty had never seen anything as hot as Lauren Kincaid, flushed and
damp with sweat after Sean held her so Ty could fuck her into a screaming orgasm. Never. Her hair shrouded her face until she skimmed it back, lifting her bared breasts and sending a bolt of lust searing down his spine. Her lips were parted, swollen, that dark shade of pink that made him think of her nipples, her sex after he’d worked her over. It touched some animal portion of his brain he rarely accessed but was in the game now, driving the blunt words.

He wanted to see her on her knees, sucking Sean’s cock. Keep it sexual. Take her beyond the limits. He wanted to drive this composed, controlled woman further than she’d ever gone before.

Lauren shrugged her shoulders, and her top dropped to the floor. Behind her Sean yanked his shirt over his head and set his hands to his belt and zipper, but Ty stopped him with, “She’ll do that.” He stayed close, crowding Lauren as she reached back to unhook her bra and tug it down her arms, leaving her torso bared to him. As she moved the shafts of moonlight illuminated her breasts, the
strong, sleek muscles in her arms and shoulders, and his cock jerked as lightning speared down his spine, into his balls. When she reached for the side zip on her skirt he spoke again.

“Turn around.”

Holy Christ, this worked for her. He knew it from the way her mouth softened, the glance she flicked at him before she turned to face Sean. Sean’s gaze lingered on Lauren’s body as she released the button and zipper. The skirt dropped to the floor, and a tight, soft huff eased from his throat. Ty knew what Sean saw, the long, lean curves that spoke of strength, endurance, a capability that made her surrender all the more arousing.

He nodded at Sean to go ahead, watched him lift his hands to her hair. Sean never bragged about quantity experience, but there was some quality there because he gathered it and swept the moonlit mass to stream over one shoulder, exposing the line of her cheek, jaw, and throat. Then he flattened his palms on her shoulders and pushed. A shudder rippled under her skin as she dropped to her knees. Ty remained on his feet behind her.

“Go on,” Sean said. There was an edge to his nearly soundless voice as he looked down at Lauren.

Alert to the nuances in the room, Ty looked at him and mouthed, “Take it easy.”

Sean gave him a level gaze that gave away nothing. Ty’s people-radar pinged once, then went silent when Lauren lifted her hands to Sean’s belt, opening the clasp without any fumbling. Sean braced one hand against the wall by the door and put the other on his hip as she popped open the button fly and hooked her fingers in shorts and pants to work them down and release his shaft. She flicked a quick glance up, then gripped the hard shaft and licked the precome off the tip.

“You want her to use her hands, too?” Ty asked, remembering the bright red leather restraints in her nightstand.

“Yeah,” Sean said. “Suck it. Nice and slow.”

Dark pink stained her cheekbones as Lauren swirled her tongue around the tip then opened her mouth, fisted her hand at the base of the shift, and took Sean’s cock in her mouth until her stretched lips met her fingers. She pulled back, cheeks hollowing just a little. The muscles in Sean’s abdomen jumped, then released as she went down, nice and slow, just as he’d ordered. With her other hand she cupped his balls, fingers gently rubbing at the sensitive patch behind them. A few moments of this and Sean’s head dropped back against the wall, eyes closing. “Oh, fuck,” he said, then tipped his head forward. The hand on his hip lifted, then closed hard around the loose fabric of his cargo pants. But as Lauren kept the pace Sean reached forward to comb through the silvery waterfall of hair, then tighten his fist in it.

Ty went to his knees behind Lauren, snugged up against her back. “Easy,” he said, directing the word to her. Sean also took it to heart because he relaxed a little, visibly reaching for control.
Good. Better all around.

“Make it last for him,” he said. “This is every guy’s wet dream, a girl on her knees, sucking his cock like it’s her favorite lollipop. Don’t rush it.”

Lauren obediently eased up, and the tension plateaued. Ty took advantage of her lifted arms and kneeling position to run his fingernails from her knees to the crease of her thighs, where he curled his fingers into the damp skin and urged her legs apart. She’d be sensitive from the recent orgasm, so he didn’t touch her clit immediately. Instead he brought his flattened palms up her flat stomach to cup her breasts and brush his thumbs over her nipples. She gave a delicate little shimmy as she went down on Sean, and he knew he had her attention.

“Don’t think about what I’m doing,” he said. “Focus on him. Please him.” But he couldn’t miss the way anticipation trembled under her skin even as she maintained rhythm. The hand encircling Sean’s shaft slid to flatten against his hip bone as she started taking him deeper into her throat. Her mouth was wet with saliva, lips
stretched and sliding along the taut, flushed skin. Ty felt his own cock jerk as the images seared into his brain, but he kept his fingers busy on her breasts, alternating light strokes of the undersides with pressure on the nipples. When her legs spread of their own accord, pressing against the insides of his thighs, he knew he had her.

“Do women like giving head as much as men like getting it?” he asked.

A laughing little whimper escaped her mouth, then she went down.

He pinched her nipples. “You can’t imagine the wet heat, the pressure against the tip when his cock nudges into the back of your throat,” he said, timing the words to coincide with exactly that moment. “And then you pull back, go down again, and if you’re good, if you’re really, really good, the orgasm starts to climb up his shaft. Is she good?”

“Jesus Christ,” Sean gritted out. “Fucking awesome.”

The academic veneer had totally disappeared, Ty noticed. The hand gripping Lauren’s hair shifted to press fingertips to skull and guide her movements, but he’d picked up on the undercurrents in the slow tempo. There was no need to rush: the normal boundaries pushed into a darker, hotter realm. Sean could take his pleasure from Lauren’s mouth, and from the looks of things, he’d settled in to do exactly that.

Ty skated his hands down Lauren’s damp torso and made a wide circle around her clit with the tip of his middle finger. He put his palm flat on her inner thigh to emphasize the openness, then worked the tips of two fingers just inside her, stroking the wet, slick flesh he knew to be most sensitive. The touches weren’t intended to get her off, but rather to get her desperately aroused. She writhed in his grasp, lost rhythm for a moment until Sean’s hand in her hair refocused her.

“It’s not your turn, Lauren,” Ty murmured. “I’m just playing, keeping you ready for the next round. Suck him.”

Stifled grunts choked from Sean’s throat with each slow, sure
movement of Lauren’s head, every muscle in his abdomen tight under the strain. His jaw was set, eyes closed, hips thrusting into her mouth. Ty withdrew his hands from Lauren’s pussy. She whimpered, then whimpered again when he pinched her nipples, and flat-out groaned when he simply cupped the soft mounds, leaving the sensitive, wet peaks to cool in the air.

“I’m gonna come,” Sean ground out. “Right fucking now.”

His fingers tightened around Lauren’s head, and Ty rolled her nipples as Sean’s body jerked in release. He heard her swallow in rapid succession and her body tremble in his hands before Sean’s arm went limp. Lauren’s head dropped back against Ty’s shoulder as she gasped for air. His head bowed, Sean eased back against the wall, and Lauren wiped the back of her hand across her wet mouth.

The movement hit Ty like a body blow. She turned to look at him, her eyes glazed, her lips so swollen and stretched. “Like the show?” she asked.

Another body blow. In response he laid his fingers along her jaw to turn her mouth to his and kissed her as he ground his cock against her ass. “What do you think?”

“I think everyone’s come except you,” she said.

“I’ll get mine,” he said. He looked up at Sean. “Ready for another round?”

“Two minutes, tops,” Sean said.

Semper fi.

*   *   *

Languid desire coursed through Lauren’s veins with each slow
, hard heartbeat. She’d passed arousal and now floated in an ocean of molten need. Ty asked if women found blow jobs as arousing as men, and the answer was
It depends
…on the man, the circumstances, the mood, the time of the month. The stars were all in alignment tonight, because that blow job got her almost as hot as
Sean. Another slow circle around her clit and she would have come with Sean’s cock in her mouth.