by Faye Avalon
James shifted, altering the angle of his penetration as he continued to pump steadily inside her. She shattered, all thought stripped away as her body vibrated and she hurtled to climax.
While her muscles trembled from the after-effects of orgasm, James withdrew. He stood and, without a word, disappeared into the bathroom.
Mollie lay still, not sure what to do. She’d had sex with another man. A virtual stranger. And all while her fiancé looked on. How was she supposed to feel? To react?
Before she could reason it out, emotion engulfed her, swamped her. She needed Declan. Oh, how she needed Declan. His touch, his reassurance, his love.
As if he sensed her feelings, Declan was there in an instant. “Okay?”
“I’m not sure.” She pushed up into a sitting position. “I feel...strange.”
He shucked off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. She let the scent of him permeate her nostrils, drew it deep inside to her very center, her very soul.
After several moments while Declan held her, she felt more settled and relaxed. “I thought you were going to join us,” she said softly. “I didn’t realize you were just going to watch.”
“I want you to have your fantasy, Mol,” he said, kissing her temple.
“It wasn’t really a fantasy,” she felt compelled to admit. “I thought if I’d had sex with other men before meeting you, I’d be more experienced and you wouldn’t get bored with me. In bed.”
Declan looked at her as if she’d grown two heads, then he narrowed his eyes. “You really believe I’d think that?”
“You’ve had loads of women and I—”
“Shit, Mollie. You’re more than enough woman for me. You fucking bring me to my knees every time we make love.”
“I never let you do stuff to me. I wouldn’t even let you tie me up, blindfold me, or...” The words spilled from her, all her inhibitions destroyed by what she’d just done. “And I pretty much freaked when you asked if we could try anal sex.”
“Hey.” He smiled and nudged her. “You said anal sex. It’s a breakthrough.”
“Don’t make fun of me. I was brought up to think that sex was somehow not proper to talk about. Bad enough if a woman actually did it, let alone enjoy it.”
“Did you enjoy it?” He nodded toward the bathroom door. “Be honest.”
“It was different, with no emotion involved it was different. But I did enjoy it.” She decided if she was going to admit to enjoying sex with a man who wasn’t her fiancé, she was going to indulge in a little teasing. “He certainly knows his stuff. How much are you paying him?”
His eyes narrowed, then he grinned. “Enough that he can stay for round two.” He slid his hand between her legs and cupped her pussy. “But this time I’ll take the lead.”
“We’ll have a threesome?”
“We will. And hey, another breakthrough. You said threesome.”
“Get used to it. You may have unleashed a vixen.” She slipped the jacket from her shoulders and tossed it aside. Then she kneeled up and pushed him back on the bed. “Are you ready for the consequences?”
“Bring it on.”
Chapter Four
Declan’s stomach muscles clenched as Mollie straddled him, her palms on his muscled thighs. She leaned forward, brushing one nipple across his mouth. He went to take it, wanting the feel of her hardened nub inside his mouth, wanting the taste of her sweet flesh, but she pulled away, smiling. “Someone’s impatient. Shouldn’t we wait for James?”
Mollie full out grinned and he narrowed his eyes. “He can catch up.”
Part of him, a big part, was thrilled with the change in his girl over the past hours, but another smaller part couldn’t help being irritated that she’d enjoyed the whole experience.
Shit. He’d let another man fuck her. Watched while another guy pumped himself into Mollie’s sweet flesh and made her come so hard Declan had to bite his own tongue to stop himself from yelling at the bastard to get the hell away from her.
But he couldn’t shake the electrifying thrill of playing the voyeur. Could barely admit to himself that he’d enjoyed watching Mollie writhe and gyrate beneath another man’s hands, another man’s cock.
It was a damned strange combination, he thought as his own erection throbbed at the memory. A jealous fury had raged inside him, even as his blood raced and his head damn near burst.
“Did you like it?” Mollie asked, as if she’d read his mind. “Watching, I mean?”
“Maybe.”
Her hands slid sensuously over his thighs. “You looked as if you were going to explode at one point. And not in a good way.”
Since her hips were gently swaying, ensuring that her hot folds brushed the tip of his cock with each forward movement, he tightened his fingers around her hips to hold her steady.
“Well, if you don’t stop wriggling about, I’ll be exploding all right, and it’ll be in the best way.”
She laughed, and tried in vain to move again. “Why don’t you release me, then we can get started? I want you inside me this time.”
“Mollie, I’m likely to shoot my load before I even get the condom on.”
“I reckon you’re due. Watching can’t have been easy on you.” She looked down at his throbbing cock. “Why don’t we rectify that?”
Before Declan could roll her onto her back and do just that, James came out of the bathroom.
Declan kept his attention on the guy, his nostrils flaring when he saw the way James eyed Mollie. Okay, he was a professional escort, but Declan reckoned he’d have to be an Oscar-winning actor to feign the sort of carnal appreciation he threw Mollie’s way.
Instinctively, Declan tightened his hold on her as she looked over her shoulder and smiled at James.
The man walked to the table, hooked the fingers of one hand around three flutes and picked up the bottle of champagne with the other. Saying nothing, he came over to the bed and placed the glasses on the side cabinet, then poured.
He handed one each to Declan and Mollie, raised his own glass in salute and waited.
Declan gave a sharp nod. He’d promised Mollie round two and from the gleam in her eyes she was certainly up for it.
Oh yeah. He’d created a vixen well enough.
Which made him a lucky man. And, it seemed, a freaking possessive one.
He clinked his glass to hers, waited while she took a few sips, then placed their glasses on the bedside cabinet.
Round two, he thought, tossing Mollie onto her back. This time he was going to be a main player in events, and Mollie was going to have no doubt of that fact.
She was about to have it confirmed that he was the man, the only man, who could provide her with everything she needed. Everything she would ever need.
* * *
Mollie barely had time to breathe before Declan ran his hands down the side of her ribcage, his thumbs brushing over her nipples.
He leaned down. “Ready, Mol?”
“Yes.” She was more than ready for Declan’s touch, for his possession, but she couldn’t deny this night was spurring all manner of dark desires she hadn’t even known were inside her.
She glanced up at James, who watched as Declan’s hand slid over her stomach and cupped her mound.
With his hand firm on her pussy as if to claim ownership, Declan signaled to James. The man knelt on the bed beside Mollie, bent down and took her hardened nipple into his mouth.
Mollie’s stomach muscles jerked and she moved her hips to encourage Declan to move his hand, to slide his fingers inside her.
“What do you want?” he asked, his eyes dark and languid. “This?”
The tip of his finger dipped into her slit, and she opened her legs, encouraging more. When Declan kept his finger still, she remembered she was meant to answer.
“Yes,” she said, all but thrusting her breast into James’s mouth, desperately seeking more of his tongue. “I want you to touch me. I want you to make me come.”
He laughed,
but it was a husky effort. “Oh, you’ll come, angel. Several times, in fact. Are you ready?”
The air squeezed in her lungs, damp throbbed between her legs, and it was all she could do to groan out an answer. “Yes.”
Declan moved down her body, allowing James to cup her other breast, his thumb flicking over one nipple while his tongue laved the other. Mollie had mere seconds to bask before Declan settled between her legs and spread her labia. A combination of cool air and the warm slide of his breath along her heated folds made her body shiver in anticipation, and she moaned softly when his tongue touched the tip of her slit and pressed very gently down and along the length.
Mollie arched, threw her head back, not knowing if she could stand the dual pleasure of having two men administer to her, each very adept at giving sensual pleasure.
James drew her nipple deep into his mouth, sucked so hard it pushed even more fire into her belly and down into her sheath. Declan’s tongue pushed deeper, his fingers tight around her thighs, anchoring her legs wide open.
Oh, damn it to hell, she couldn’t stand it. She really couldn’t stand it. Everything inside her ached. Burned.
With one flick of Declan’s tongue to her clit, she came. Hard and long.
Over and over she spun, up and down and around and around, until the spasms eased and the final clenches of orgasm abated.
She slumped back, or tried to, but neither man seemed interested in releasing her.
Declan’s tongue continued its deep, slow push and retreat, and James didn’t stop tormenting her breasts either.
Mollie reached out to Declan, but he didn’t let up. Seconds later, she was spinning upward again, her breasts and her core on fire, her stomach muscles contracting around a desire that all but swamped her.
She tried to get onto her elbows, but James pushed her back down and kept his hand on her shoulder to secure her there.
Declan knelt up, took a moment to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. “Fuck, you’re wet, Mol. And you taste so damn good.”
He looked at James, who had also knelt up. Mollie could only wonder at the silent instruction that seemed to pass between the two men, because in unison they each took one of her arms and pulled her to sit.
James stood and waited while Declan encouraged Mollie to do the same. Declan took her hand, walked around the bed and sat on the corner. He drew her close, coaxing her to straddle him. Widening his own legs, he snatched in a breath as the movement opened her up more to his gaze. When she placed her hands on his shoulders, he kissed her long and slow and deep.
After long moments, he drew back. “Okay?”
“More than okay.”
He returned her smile, holding her gaze while he reached down to slip a finger inside her.
Behind her, she felt James’s fingers trail along her back. Slow and steady, the sensual touch only increased her excitement as Declan manipulated her most intimate place. James cupped her backside, squeezing her ass. The men moved in unison, James urging her forward, Declan using the forward momentum to push deeper inside her.
She gripped Declan’s shoulders, her breasts centimeters from his mouth. Each time she rocked forward he licked her nipple, while James pressed kisses to her neck.
“I... I can’t.”
Between licks, Declan asked, “Can’t what?”
She shook her head, then dropped it back. “Can’t...do...this. I can’t come again. It’s...it’s too much.”
“You’ll come, every time we want you to come. Understood?”
Bloody hell. Declan had never spoken to her in such a domineering manner before. Sure, he could be bossy, but never quite so...forceful. She...liked it. How could that be?
“Understood?” he repeated.
Oh boy. She really did like him like this.
“I... I understand.”
With a gleam of triumph in his eyes, he lay slowly back against the mattress. A nudge from James, and Mollie sprawled over Declan’s chest.
James moved to the bedside cabinet, picked up two condoms and handed one to Declan.
“Put it on for me, Mol.” Still looking at her, Declan inclined his head toward James. “Then do the same for him.”
With both men’s gazes fixed on her, a flutter of anticipation laced with nerves pushed into her chest. But she had journeyed this far, and she still wanted to try anything. Everything.
Taking the condom from James, she tore the packet and tossed it aside. She gave a wriggle of her hips as she straddled Declan and slowly rolled the condom over his throbbing cock.
Declan took the other packet from James’s outstretched hand and handed it to Mollie. “Now him.”
Her insides trembled a little, but she scrambled off Declan toward where James stood beside the bed. His expression was unreadable, and Mollie wondered what made a man choose a life which catered to other people’s sexual fantasies and needs.
He had the sexiest smile, an amazing physique, adept and experienced hands. There was something edgy about him, an aura of danger, but also an innate kindness, a gentleness. Mollie didn’t know how she knew it, but she did.
She liked him. It wasn’t necessary for her to like him for their arrangement to work, but she was glad of it. To have her experience of sex with another man, of a threesome, with someone she kind of liked was icing on this very erotic cake.
“Mollie?”
Declan’s verbal nudge silenced her ruminations. She looked down at James’s ready and seemingly very willing cock, and with a slightly shaky hand rolled on the condom.
Declan moved to the center of the bed, and held out his hand for her to join him. She knelt in front of him, her hands on his arms. Beneath her fingers his muscles flexed, and her own stomach jumped when she felt James’s cock press into her back.
Feeling like an erotic filling between two strapping males, both with throbbing cocks ready to do business, she thanked heaven she had found the strength to deal with her hang-ups in the bedroom department. She supposed what she was currently doing was considered improper in many circles, but the simple fact was, she just didn’t care. It seemed she’d come a long way.
Encouraged by Declan, Mollie leaned back into James’s arms. With her back spread across his stomach, his erection pressed up between her legs, sliding against her heated folds. Declan reached down and opened her pussy lips, so that James’s cock slid easily against her wetness each time he gyrated.
Her knees were bent, her legs spread, when Declan grabbed her ankles and placed them on his shoulders. He kissed the inside of her ankles, licking around the ankle bone. Shivers shot along her legs, deep into her pelvis.
James reached around and molded her breasts, his fingers manipulating the hard buds of her nipples as his cock continued to slide against her female flesh.
“Mmm,” he murmured against her ear. “You feel damned amazing against my cock.”
Mollie closed her eyes, reveling in the moment. She felt damned amazing, and wriggled her hips a little just for the sheer pleasure of it.
Both men groaned and with a curse, Declan brought her legs from his shoulders and turned her onto her stomach.
He moved behind her. “That was naughty of you, Mol. Wriggling your hips like that. What were you trying to accomplish?”
“She’s trying to make us lose it,” James said next to her. “Thinks to do it before we get inside her.”
“Then she deserves to be punished. Hard.”
James laughed. “She does. What did you have in mind?”
Fascinated, Mollie pressed her face into the duvet and listened to the two men converse.
“She’ll take a spank,” Declan said, his voice like gravel. “But she likes that too much.”
With which he brought his hand down on her ass, making her jump.
“Yeah. You’re right. She does.”
“Be my guest.”
James’s hand landed on her rear and she jumped again.
“Maybe we should try something else.”
> Mollie couldn’t see what was happening, but the mattress dipped, indicating James had gotten off the bed.
Moments later, Mollie jerked as something icy cold touched her ass. Declan began slowly rubbing an ice cube over her flesh, sending delicious tingles through her core. The pressure changed, indicating it was James’s turn.
“We’re just preparing you a little, angel,” Declan said. “So that when we spank you again your lush little ass will be so sensitive you’ll beg us to stop.”
Both men laughed and they began working simultaneously, each rubbing an ice cube over one cheek.
“You’d do best with a paddle,” James said. “Looks to me like your Mollie could do with a paddled ass.”
“She could,” Declan agreed conversationally. “And she’ll get one. But not tonight.”
The warning in Declan’s voice was evident and Mollie breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t sure she was ready for paddles. At least not yet. She’d only just discovered she enjoyed being spanked. But then she wouldn’t know until she’d tried, would she?
While she was fantasizing about spankings and paddles, she didn’t realize James had moved away from the bed. This time cold liquid trickled over her spine, from shoulder blades to backside. Champagne scented the air.
Declan licked it off, his tongue trailing from her upper spine, along the small of her back, and making slow circles where the crease of her ass began.
She tried to move, to get some relief from the torment Declan inflicted with his talented tongue, but he held her down while James trailed more champagne along her back.
He placed the bottle on the floor, then joined Declan in licking off the liquid. Through her fevered brain, she thought again how easily the two men worked in union, seeming to click into each other’s intentions.
James held her shoulders down so that she was pinned beneath them, unable to move while they continued to torture her. James attended to her upper body, while Declan explored below. His tongue dipped along her ass before moving back up to torment her lower back, while James licked along her shoulder blades and out toward her upper arms.