by Vivian Arend
“Cold, love?”
She shook her head.
“Good.” Trent smoothed a hand over her backside before shoving the tiny maid’s skirt aside to bare her. His cock nudged between her folds. Barely entering before retreating. He pumped between her legs, rubbing the full crease of her labia. His cock nudged her clit on every pass and the shockwaves registered deep. Paige turned her face into the mattress and grabbed hold of the quilt with clenched fingers.
What was coming next would rock her world.
Two hands, like locking clamps, fastened onto her hips as he lifted her ass into the air. Just far enough his knees fit under her thighs.
“You ready?”
Paige intended on answering, but before the words escaped he’d skewered her on his cock. His balls bounced against her sensitive clit, his shaft spread her wide and she shouted, the sound echoing off the walls.
He wasn’t gentle, and she loved it. Trapped under him there was little she could do but cry and moan and squeak when he stroked particularly sensitive spots exactly right. Face hidden against the mattress, her cries were muffled, the only noises his continued grunts and words of approval as he dragged her back onto his shaft again and again.
This time when she came it was with a body-shaking tremor. Trent joined her, his face buried against her as he covered her completely and pulsed into her depths. It was amazing, glorious and heart-wrenching. She smothered the place inside that didn’t want to acknowledge this was one of their last times together.
He kissed the side of her neck gently, his body a warm blanket over her. He tousled the edge of the maid’s skirt and laughed, a rich satisfied sound. Reaching up, he tugged one of the long black braids. “You wore this for me, didn’t you?”
“Uh-hum.” Talking was nearly impossible. She was so nicely used, his weight resting on her comfortable and exactly what she’d hoped for. She’d need a little time to recover to be able to greet Mason this afternoon with equal enthusiasm. A little time alone with each of them, a little with all three together, as always.
Before her heart tore apart and she said her final farewells.
“You bloody bastard!” A familiar voice rang out—loud, irate.
Mason?
Paige struggled to rise, but she was pinned under Trent’s limbs. The solid thwack of a fist meeting flesh rang through the air.
Trent’s bulk spun off her, flipping from the bed to land on the floor. “Fuck it, Mason, stop.”
Paige scrambled upright to stare with shock into the furious face of her second lover.
Chapter Two
“Paige?” Mason jerked himself to a halt in mid-swing. Trent clutched the edge of the mattress, but it was the woman who drew Mason’s attention. He locked eyes on her familiar brown orbs, and shock hit him square in the solar plexus. “What the hell did you do to your hair?”
Fair dinkum, he was in deep shit. His blood still raced from coming across what appeared to be his best mate doing the cleaning staff, not even hours before they were supposed to get together with Paige.
“It’s a wig, you idiot.” Paige shook her head, two long black braids swinging as she leaned over the mattress toward Trent. With one hand she straightened her blouse and skirt, barely managing to cover her assets, there was so little fabric in the outfit.
“You’ve never worn a wig before…” he protested.
Trent rose from the ground. All six-foot-four of him looked pissed, although with his dick hanging out of his pants, a little of the overall intimidation factor was lost. Mason snickered in spite of fearing he might be smacked in return.
“Arsehole.” Trent dealt with the condom and tucked himself away without a flinch.
“I was protecting Paige’s interests,” Mason insisted. She knelt on the bed and his mouth watered. Okay, the dress-up thing didn’t usually turn him on, but fuck.
Paige laughed lightly. “Thank you, but I don’t need protecting.”
Mason glanced between the two of them and retreated a pace, feeling damn uncomfortable. “Sorry, mates. Misunderstanding. I’ll come back in a tic.”
“Get over here.” Paige pointed to the floor directly in front of her. Bloody hell, now he was in for it. Wouldn’t be the first time his good intentions had mucked things up for him. So much for making this weekend the one to be remembered. The one that would change their whole fuck-friends routine into something far better.
As he reluctantly shuffled over, Trent pulled his shirt back on then crossed his arms, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
Mason glared at his best friend. “What’re you grinning about?”
Trent shrugged. “I got pussy, you’re gonna get pissy.”
Paige reached over and slapped him on the chest even as she laughed. “You! That is so bad.”
“True, though.”
She grabbed Mason by the shirt front and tugged him closer, leaning in until their noses touched. Then the stern expression she’d pasted on her face melted away and she took a long breath in. Her words came out lusty and low, just for his ears. “That was sweet. Thank you for trying to be my knight in shining armor.”
Paige tilted her head to the side and brought their lips together, and he groaned at the taste of her. It had been a couple weeks since he’d gotten to kiss her. Touch her. Laugh with her. He cradled the back of her neck and savored the contact. Stroking his tongue alongside hers. Teasing her lips with tiny nibbles. Pressing his body against hers to share the warmth between them.
It had definitely been too long, and it was time to do something about it. She lived in Sydney, and he and Trent were in Newcastle. Only two hours’ drive, but with them all working full-time, they’d barely scratched out time for flings.
No more. It was time to put that lifestyle behind them and shift this relationship to the next level.
Oh God, she could kiss. All his plans to start a more serious discussion evaporated as she kissed her way up his jaw line to his ear and teased with her tongue.
“Damn it, woman, that drives me crazy.”
She nipped at his earlobe. “I know. That’s why I do it.” The words whispered past his ear, and he chuckled.
“Minx.”
Then her arms were around him in a tight bear hug. Mason picked her up and returned the squeeze as he attempted to ignore the soft swell of her breasts peeking above the low scoop of her top. Tried to refrain from grinding his half-hard cock against her body and rutting on her like a sex-crazed maniac. It was tough considering the moment her knees left the mattress she’d swung her legs around his hips and now clung to him, an erotic body wrap. The wet heat of her sex sat directly over his dick, and things were not getting any less impressed below his beltline.
“I think I’ll leave you two alone for a while. I promised to stop and give Kylie hell for a few.” Trent’s amusement was clear, but right now Mason was a little occupied.
Paige released him for long enough to turn her face toward Trent. “Say hi to your sis from me. I’ll see her later. I need…you know.”
“To finish cleaning up?”
Her eyes widened. “Why, what a wonderful idea.” She blew a kiss at Trent then tugged on Mason’s collar. “Come on. To the bathroom.”
Mason glanced at his friend. There was a faint red mark on Trent’s jaw, although nothing nearly large enough to match the pain throbbing in his fist. “Sorry, mate. I was a little out of sorts. Not thinking straight.”
Trent shook his head. “You meant well. Go, have some fun. I’d better hustle before Kylie starts calling, perfectionist that she is. I’ve only got a short while to find her.” He scooted in close enough to reach over Mason’s shoulder and cup Paige’s chin. “Merci.”
Paige grinned and crawled higher to plant a huge kiss on Trent’s lips right there over Mason’s body.
“Ahh, enough of that. If there’s any sandwiches in this rel
ationship, you’re the filling, not me.” Mason turned away, jostling her upward to get a better grip, and she squealed lightly.
Trent waved one last time and closed the door after him. Mason would have taken more time to look around, but Paige had other ideas.
“What the fuck?”
She’d grabbed his ears and twisted his face in her direction. “Bathroom. Now. I need to ditch this outfit. Unless you want to do a naughty French maid as well?”
“Fuck, no.”
She waggled her brows. “Scrub my back for me?”
He wandered into the enormous bathroom, grinning in delight. “Is that all I get to scrub?”
She kissed him again, this time soft and gentle, and he sighed his happiness into her mouth as he lowered her to the floor. Through all the playing and fooling around they’d shared over the past year, he had a spot in his heart that longed for far more. As her soft lips clung to his, he tugged on the elastic collar of her blouse, stripping it from her shoulders to expose a wide expanse of naked skin.
She helped him, opening buttons, undoing snaps. The time it took to get naked passed delightfully quickly, and his mouth watered at the sight of her bare breasts, nipples crinkling tight under his gaze.
“Fuck me, you’re a beauty.”
She raised a brow and deliberately lowered her gaze over his naked body, ending by staring at his cock. “You’re not bad yourself. Wanna fuck me?”
He wanted much more than a fuck, but there would be time to explain that later. Right now his balls were screaming at him to say yes and take her right there on the expensive Italian tile. But one thing first.
“Lose the wig.”
Paige twirled to face the mirror and laughed out loud. “I’d forgotten about that.”
She removed pins, still laughing as he slipped behind her. The touch of her body to his made him groan with the need to speed up. Made him force himself to show some control and go even slower.
So what if it had been a couple weeks since he’d seen her? This was about making the relationship more than a friendly fuck, and it had to start sometime. If he had his way, this was going to be the most important weekend of his life.
He kissed the nape of her neck, fingers stroking softly over her shoulders. “You want the shower or the tub?”
“Definitely the shower. Warm it up for us?”
He was already way overheated, her butt swaying against his hard-on as she laid the final pins on the counter and removed the black monstrosity. Her natural brunette curls bounced into sight and something inside him tightened. God, he wanted her.
“I think we’ll be hot enough in a short time. Come on…”
He grabbed her by the hand and tugged her into the enclosure, tucking her against his front before twisting the taps. The water fell from directly overhead, and Paige gave a little shriek as the first drops hit.
Then she twisted under his hands, all that wet skin warm and intimate with his, and contentment rolled over him like a clap of thunder. He wanted this forever, not only for an occasional no-strings bonk. He kissed her nose, eluded her lips and grabbed the soap. He would ignore the ache in his groin long enough to have an adult conversation with her.
Of course that idea got tougher to stick with as soon as he actually touched her skin. He swallowed hard and concentrated. “When did you get in?”
“I took the earliest flight possible. I wanted to surprise Trent, and he’d said he was arriving early. He said he intended to visit with Kylie before too many of the practice customers arrived for the soft opening.”
He ran his soapy hands over her curves, loving how she shifted in rhythm with him, seeking his touch. The tips of her nipples beaded against his palms and he shuddered to maintain control. Yeah, Trent had arrived early, but that was because he had wanted to get Paradise moored at the marina before the tide turned. Not that he was going to tell Paige that. Yet. “You’ve got all three days off?”
She hesitated then nodded, her dark wet curls bobbing. “I’m all yours.”
He wished. He tugged her against him, the soft curves of her flesh nestled close as he spooned around her. He nibbled on her neck. “I like that idea. Very much.”
“Mason?”
“Hmmm?” He was enjoying letting his hands meander over her flesh. Cupping her breasts, gliding over her smooth belly. He played with the jewel in her naval, twirling a finger round the trinket for a moment before continuing the journey southward.
“You want to check out the swimming pool with me?” she asked.
What the hell? “Right now?”
She gasped as his fingers found her core. He probed carefully, uncertain how hard Trent had played her earlier. When Paige eased her legs open farther he smiled. Maybe not that hard.
“Later. After,” she gasped.
“After what?” He made a delicate sweep around the tight nub of her clitoris, and she shook in his grasp.
“Bastard.”
Mason laughed. “After you come?”
“You too.”
“Hmmm, I can wait. How do you want it? Like this?” A single finger slipped into her core, and she breathed out long and slow. Her hips pulsed against his hand, rocking her clit against his palm.
“Yes. Soft and slow. I want…” Paige stiffened slightly. “Wait, I wanted to do something for you.”
She would have wiggled free if he hadn’t held her in such a tight grip. “Hush. I’ve been dreaming about making you come all week.”
Her tension slowly faded and he laughed to himself. What was she up to?
Slowly she widened her stance, just enough that with the tilt of her hips he cupped her sex softly. Slow motions back and forth followed as the water poured down in a steady stream. He slipped them farther under the deluge, the silky soft caress of the liquid easing his hand’s motion against her body. The touch of her teased his senses. Everywhere they came in contact, thrills hit him. His cock nudged her ass, and he canted his hips harder to enjoy a leisurely slide against her skin. Being inside her, against her. Around her—it was all so damn fine.
She leaned her head back on his shoulder and twisted to offer her lips. He dipped down once. Tender and chaste. Lips closed, simply pressed to hers. Pulled back and returned her smile. Approached again, this time sweeping his tongue over the seam of her mouth, only to laugh when she snuck out her tongue and licked his in passing.
Their playfulness continued, grew more heated. She grasped his hips, fingers splayed wide as she rocked back on his dick. The pressure in his balls increased, the base of his spine sending warning signals that he was close to blowing.
All the while his hand continued to caress, circling and massaging her clit. Her breathing grew ragged, the short sharp utterances from her throat making it clear she was close. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and increased the pressure of his fingers, and she came. Body-shaking, fingernails digging into his flesh. Moisture flooded from her core, and he eased his pace, his own release hovering so close he wasn’t sure if he should let himself come or prolong the agony for the sake of actually being buried in her body.
Then she stole control from him, dropped to her knees and engulfed his shaft.
…
The explosive gasp from his lips would have made her smile, but her mouth was too full of cock. Damn if he wasn’t the one who always managed to entice her to change her mind about what she wanted in bed. Just when she’d decided it was time for a long, slow assault, Mason would trigger the response that called for nothing less than a hard fuck-me-blind session.
Which, strictly speaking, wasn’t a bad talent to have.
She held his cock in her fist and used her mouth on only the head, licking and sucking as she cradled his balls in her other hand. Every motion of her tongue as she teased him dragged a groan from his lips, along with a wide variety of curse words. His Aussie accent and choi
ce swear words made her smile. The way he cradled her head carefully, fingers threaded through her hair—gentle and protective. She pursed her lips tighter and sucked, dragging back, and he shouted, seed leaking from the hot tip of his cock and bathing her tongue with salty essence. Then the gentle, cautious man disappeared and he pressed in farther. Hips pumping toward her, his hands locked her in position as he took complete control, and she savored it all.
The water falling on her shifted away, hitting the backs of her calves and feet instead of pouring in rivulets over her face. She pressed against his hands to try and tilt her head slightly, lifting her gaze.
Mason slowed his pace again, staring at her lips. There was raw hunger on his face and in his brilliant blue eyes, his blond hair plastered to his head. She could picture what he saw—her mouth stretched wide around his cock, her body naked before him. Her nipples were tight in spite of the heat of the water, and she squeezed her legs together, the liquid on her thighs flooding from her core, not the overhead shower.
His voice trembled when he spoke. “Bloody hell, I love how you look on your knees. So giving and—fuck.”
She’d pressed her tongue harder against his dick as he’d slipped in. His eyes rolled up and his head fell back as he groaned.
Slower still, Mason buried his cock to the back of her throat and she swallowed, grasping his ass cheeks and trapping him. She waited, breathing through her nose, taking in the scent of his skin—clean and masculine. Wanting to store away every possible minute of time, every moment and memory and…
Without another motion he erupted in her mouth, his cock jerking, seed filling her. She swallowed the hot liquid, throat convulsing as she took it all. Mason hissed, his body curled over her, one hand hard against the shower wall as his body shook.