“Only when it’s live.”
“Like golf or something?”
“Or something.” He drew her damp body against his, one large hand splaying over her lower back and the other between her shoulder blades. “If it makes you uncomfortable to watch it, let me know and I’ll shut it off.” He kissed her temple.
“Watching television in bed?”
“No, sweetheart,” he said. “Watching me fuck you senseless.”
He reached over and pressed a button on a panel next to the door. TVs flickered on. She barely heard the sounds of auto-focusing cameras. When she realized that the bed displayed on all the screens was Jacob’s bed, her breath caught.
“You’re going to record us having sex?” she squeaked. She could totally get fired over something like that.
“No, I never record it. Too much of a liability.”
He cupped the back of her head, and she looked up at him. Why was her heart thudding out of control? He kissed her, lips stroking hers in sensual, sucking caresses until her entire body was tingling with pleasure and her knees were wobbly. Dear Lord, the man could kiss. She would give up food and drink until she died just so she could keep kissing him for the rest of her life.
The rest of her life? Where had that thought come from? That would never work, no matter how well he kissed her or how much she liked being with him. Just tonight. She just wanted him for tonight. Her arms went around him and drew him closer. Just tonight. That’s all she needed, and then she could give him up. She’d promised herself that she wouldn’t get attached because she knew he’d break her heart.
Amanda squeezed her eyes shut against the sudden sting behind them. Oh sure, her path would cross Jacob’s occasionally—there was no way around that—but they couldn’t be intimate again. She couldn’t get emotionally involved. Could. Not.
Amanda kissed Jacob more passionately, more desperately. Her hands began to roam over the hard contours of his body. His firm ass tightened beneath her exploring palms. He tugged his lips free and grinned down at her.
She caught movement in the largest video screen that hung over the head of the bed. Displayed was a fantastic male ass and a pair of familiar hands massaging the firm buttocks. She slid her hands up to Jacob’s lower back, and the image changed with the movement.
“What in the world?”
“The cameras have motion sensors.”
She laughed. “Very sci-fi.”
“Sole Regret’s security chief is into this high-tech stuff. He set it up.”
She watched the monitor, which would be much easier to see when she was sprawled on her back on the bed. There was something undeniably sexy about feeling his cool, skin beneath her hands and watching herself touch him on the screen. She wondered how much she’d be able to see when they got down to business.
“You okay with this?” he asked.
She couldn’t tear her attention away from the display of her hands stroking his ass.
“Amanda?”
She jerked at the sound of her name and forced her gaze to meet his. “Yeah, as long as there’s no recording made.”
“No recording,” he promised.
“Then I’m more than okay with this. Your ass looks amazing in my hands.” She gave his cheek a swat, and the muscle tensed. That sight did all sorts of things to the throbbing, swollen, heated flesh between her thighs.
Jacob released her, turned to the control panel near the door and started pushing buttons. The lights around the periphery of the room dimmed, casting shadows over the black satin sheets on the bed. The wooden canopy above the bed opened and some sort of contraption lowered out of the ceiling. Black padded straps flopped down to hang above the center of the bed, swaying beneath heavy chains that affixed the collection of loops to a heavy spring.
Amanda lifted an eyebrow at the contraption. “Oh sure, you get me to agree to one kinky thing and then you think it’s okay to bring out the torture devices.”
“It’s not for torture. It’s a sex swing. I figured you were getting tired. This will make my mad sex skills easier on your body.”
She chuckled. “Mad sex skills?” While she didn’t deny that he had mad sex skills, she couldn’t help but find it hilarious that he referred to them that way. She’d always imagined Jacob would be suave in bed. Impersonal. She was actually relieved that he was as fun inside the bedroom as he was out of it.
“Are you laughing at me, Amanda Lange?” The corner of his mouth twitched. His own attempts to keep a straight face weren’t working out so well for him.
“Of course not.”
“No one laughs at Shade Silverton.” He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.
“Do they laugh at Jacob Silverton? Because he’s fuckin’ hilarious. Mad sex skills. Oh Lord.” Amanda looped both arms around his neck and buried her nose against his throat. She inhaled deeply, and her eyelids fluttered in bliss. Even with the hint of hot-tub chlorine on his skin, she couldn’t get enough of the man’s scent. She wanted to bathe in it.
“They laugh at the guy all the time,” he said. “But I’ve retired Jacob for the evening. Now it’s time for Shade to come out and play.”
“I prefer Jacob. He’s fun.”
“But he doesn’t have mad sex skills. He’s sort of a dork.” Shade lowered her to the mattress and kissed her gently before she could protest that Jacob did indeed have mad sex skills and was not a dork.
Shade opened a side table and retrieved a pair of sunglasses. She pouted when he put them on. One of the motion detecting cameras caught the movement of his hand and zoomed in on his face. On the screen above, he grinned. Not Jacob’s easy-going grin. Shade’s you have no idea what I’m about to do to you grin.
Amanda’s belly clenched, and she shivered.
Shade pulled out a drawer beneath the bed and withdrew a wedge-shaped cushion. He placed it in the middle of the bed beside Amanda. Her attention was divided between the view of the front of his body as he leaned across her and that of his back, which was on the monitor overhead. She liked getting two views of him at once. She just wished she had more eyes, so she didn’t miss anything. The monitor at the foot of the bed displayed an interesting angle of his ass. She could just see his package hanging freely between his legs as he shifted. Though she was in most of the camera shots as well, she couldn’t have cared less about looking at herself. She wanted to look at him at every imaginable angle. The anticipation of seeing what he’d look like as he fucked her was making her squirm.
Shade covered the wedge with a silky red sheet and then carefully lifted her into his arms. He shifted her so that her hips were at the apex of the wedge and her back angled down toward the mattress. Knees bent, she kept her feet pressed against the bed to keep her back on the cushion. It conformed to her body and would have been incredibly comfortable if the tops of her thighs hadn’t been protesting their overstretched position.
“How’s your neck?” Shade asked. He rearranged her hair to fan out around her head.
“My neck is fine. My thighs won’t be able to hold this for long, however.”
“We’ll take care of that.” He grinned, and she saw herself reflected in his sunglasses. She so wanted to look into his eyes, but she had to admit there was something sexy about not knowing what was going through his deviant mind.
Shade reached up and grabbed one of the swing’s padded straps. Her eyes focused on the tensing muscles of his fantastic abdominal region until the hard ridge of his hip bone drew her attention lower, to his cock, which was showing signs of renewed excitement. God, the man was exquisite. He slipped her foot through one loop and then reached for a second to hold her other foot. Ducking under the swing, he shifted to kneel between her legs. She stared at his sunglasses, feeling his gaze on her eyes even though she couldn’t see it. He slid both loops up her calves to just under the backs of her knees. Her feet came off the bed. The swing took all the pressure off her hips and thighs. She could probably hold this position for hours.<
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And didn’t that sound promising?
“Better?”
“Yes.”
He smiled. “Good.”
He ducked under the straps suspending her legs from the ceiling and climbed from the bed. He waved a hand at the main camera at the end of the bed and it tracked his motion. He slowly lowered his hands to between Amanda’s parted legs. She watched the entire thing on the screen directly above her. Her breath caught when his fingers brushed her clit and then separated her swollen lips to fully display her slick pussy.
“So this is what my gyno sees beneath that paper sheet,” she said.
“Lucky man.”
“Woman,” she said, losing her train of thought as the feel of his fingers against her sensitive clit overwhelmed the sight of him touching her.
She groaned when he removed his hand.
“Get your pussy wet for me, Amanda. I want cum dripping off your ass before I bother eating you out.”
“What?”
He stretched out on his back beside her and tucked his folded arms behind his head. He stared up at the monitor above, which was still focused on her swollen, aching pussy.
“I’m waiting,” he said after a long moment of her gaping at him in disbelief. She’d never masturbated in front of anyone before. She sure didn’t want to watch herself do it on a widescreen TV. But she did want him to eat her out and see what that looked like from a different angle.
She closed her eyes and slid her hand down her belly. Her fingers found her clit and she rubbed it, hard and fast. Her thighs quivered as orgasm approached quickly. She hadn’t realized how turned on she’d become.
“Don’t make yourself come,” Shade said. “Just get it wet.”
Breathing hard, seconds from sending herself over the edge, she stopped. She rotated her hips in unfulfilled need, wanting something big and hard to fill her emptiness.
“Wetter,” Shade said beside her.
After her excitement waned a bit, she rubbed her clit again. Fingered her opening. Rubbed her clit. She could hear how wet she was as her fingers worked her sensitive flesh harder and faster and harder and—
She moaned as she stopped her motions the instant before orgasm.
“You should open your eyes,” Shade said quietly.
Amanda’s eyes blinked open and focused on the monitor overhead. She bit her lip at the sight of her own red, wet and swollen flesh. Her French manicured fingertips looked incredibly erotic buried in her folds. She watched herself work her pussy this time, hoping this turned on Shade as much as it turned her on. A camera at the side of the bed caught motion and displayed the sight of Shade’s rapidly rising cock. She licked her lips. He wrapped a hand around his impressive length and began to stroke it slowly. Up and down. Up and down. Now that she wanted to watch.
She was so caught up in touching herself and watching him touch himself that she nearly didn’t stop in time to keep from coming. When her entire body quivered on the brink of orgasm, she tried to clamp her thighs together to hold it back, but the straps on her knees held her wide open.
“Oh shit,” she gasped as pleasure licked its way up her spine, and her core tightened. She squeezed her eyes shut against the intensely erotic images overwhelming her.
“Don’t come, Amanda,” Shade demanded. “Just make it wet.”
“I can’t get any wetter,” she complained as the throbbing ache inside became unbearable. “Please, Shade.”
“Okay, but only if you promise to keep your eyes open.”
“I promise.” She’d have promised him anything for relief.
“Move your hand away.”
She moved her hand.
“Open your eyes.”
She forced her eyes open. He shifted so that he was leaning over her body. His tongue laved the moisture between her pussy lips.
“Tastes even better than it looks,” he said.
Amanda fought to keep her eyes open as Shade devoured her pussy. Occasionally his head got in the way of the camera, but she could see most of it—his tongue feverishly stroking every wet inch of her flesh. When her gasps became screams of ecstasy, he latched onto her clit with a tight suction and plunged two fingers deep into her body. She felt it. Saw it. And the stimulation of both senses sent her spiraling out of control. He fucked her with his fingers while she came. She tried to keep her eyes open, to watch those fingers sliding in and out of her clenching pussy, but the pleasure was so exquisite she lost her ability to control her body, including her ability to draw breath. When she slowly drifted back to Earth, Shade tugged his fingers free and licked at her sensitive opening until she whimpered in protest.
“Now it’s wet enough,” he said, collecting her free-flowing cum with the flat of his tongue.
After a moment, she regained the ability to open her eyes, but she didn’t watch the monitor above. She zeroed in on the thick, hard cock bobbing slightly each time Shade moved. She reached for him, surrounding his length in a loose fist. He rocked his hips, thrusting into her hand gently. She wanted to watch him thrust into her.
“Jacob?”
“I’m not answering to that name right now.”
Exasperating man. “Shade?”
“Hmm?”
“Take me.”
“In the encore,” he said. “Are you light-headed?”
“A little,” she admitted, but she didn’t think it was from her position. The man was simply overwhelmingly virile.
Shade moved away and pulled a remote control from the side table drawer. He pressed a button and the familiar intro to Sole Regret’s “Elevate” poured from hidden speakers. Another button press caused the room lights to go dark and multicolored lights around the top of the bedframe to brighten. Like a stage lightshow, they alternated between red and blue with the beat of the drums.
Wide-eyed, Amanda studied Shade’s set-up. What in the world? “Is sex some sort of performance to you?”
He chuckled and removed the loop from one of her legs. He massaged its length from ankle to thigh as he said, “Haven’t heard any complaints about it yet.”
She wasn’t complaining, just wondered at his reasoning. This must be why he’d insisted she call him Shade when they’d entered his room. He had some link in his mind between his stage performance and his performance in the bedroom. Was this his way of keeping all emotional connections out of sex?
“The ladies love to be reminded that a rock star is fucking them,” he said.
She couldn’t read how that made him feel because he had his stupid sunglasses on and she didn’t have the strength to lift a hand to remove them.
“I don’t need the reminder,” she said. “I prefer the real you.”
“I think I’m about to change your mind.”
He removed her other leg from the sex swing’s loop and massaged it before lifting her off the wedge-shaped cushion and lowering her flat onto the mattress. He pushed the wedge off the bed and settled his big, muscular body over her. His weight made her feel grounded. Protected. Petite. She stared up at him, her heart thudding out of control. This man, Shade, was a stranger to her, and as exciting as that was, she wanted to look into his eyes. She wanted Jacob.
When she reached for his sunglasses, he caught her wrists and pressed them against the mattress on either side of her head. The long intro of “Elevate” segued into the first stanza and he started to sing. Amanda’s breath caught. Shade’s low, sensual voice washed over her, making every inch of her skin tingle with delight. The flashing lights, the throbbing music added to her immersion in her private serenade. Oh God, his voice was as smooth and rich as butter. The sound of it caressed her spine. Her muscles tautened. Her nipples strained toward his naked chest. Her pussy throbbed in time with the deep, rich sound of the bass guitar. As Amanda stared up at him, she realized she no longer wanted Jacob. She wanted Shade. She wanted the rock star. She wanted him to fuck her hard.
In the pause after the first stanza, he kissed her deeply before taking a deep breath.
With the chorus, he released her wrists and slid down her body. He cupped her breasts in both hands, singing the building chorus until he was screaming, “Elevate from deep. Elevate from dark. Elevate. Elevate.” The deep low growl he produced at the end of the chorus made her shudder.
He sucked one breast into his mouth, stroking her nipple with his writhing tongue throughout the next guitar piece. Damn, his entire band was phenomenal.
Her attention was riveted to the screen above, where she got a spectacular view of Shade’s mouth doing amazing things to her sensitive breast. Another camera caught the movement of his thumb on her other nipple. But her favorite shot of all was the one of his fantastic ass and the expanse of bronzed flesh that was his back. The flickering lights reflected off his skin, highlighting the contours of his muscles, keeping her attention on his gorgeous body.
Shade lifted his head, took a deep breath and sang the next chorus. Amanda felt she was in some highly erotic music video. She was surprised by how excited this made her. His music had never been the attraction, but she couldn’t deny that it now added to his immense appeal. She’d always loved his voice, but had never thought
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