One Exquisite Touch: Book One in The Extravagant Series

by Lauren Blakely

  I’m sure I’ll walk away from this one perfectly fine as well, because I’m not in this for feelings.

  I’m not in this for her. I’m a selfish fucking bastard. I’m in it for me. And I want this night because it blots out everything in my past.

  When the game is this good, I’m ravenous, ready to devour anything and everything to fill me up again. To make me feel less empty.

  Tonight, that something is Sage.

  A wicked thrill rushes through me knowing the role I’ll be playing in fucking my best friend’s woman in ways she’s never been fucked before. Unraveling her in ways she’s never been unraveled before.

  Starting now.

  On the dance floor, I run a hand over the soft waves of her hair, savoring the feel of it in my fingers. “Tell me, love. How many times did you get yourself off today?”

  She raises a brow. “How do you know I did that?”

  My hand roams down her back, toward the top of her ass. I dip my face to her neck, inhaling her scent. Dragging my nose along her skin. “Because you smell like . . .” I take my time, sliding my nose even closer to her, then finishing the thought, “Sex. You smell like sex and like desire.”

  I inch back to record her reaction—the way she bites the corner of her lips, the admission in her eyes.

  “And what makes you say that?” Her feathery voice betrays her lust. A lust that’s racing through her, I’m sure.

  “That. The way you tremble. The way you shiver. The way you radiate desire. When you’re in my arms, you look and feel like a woman who wants to be fucked. In fact, I bet your fingers were flying between your legs at some point today,” I say, then reach for her hand, draw two fingers into my mouth, and suck. Her eyes fall shut as I draw her fingers deeper, then I let them fall out with a wet pop. “I bet these fingers were on your clit, between your legs, sliding between the slippery, wet folds of your pussy, all slick and hot with your arousal. All that wetness. I bet you loved the feel of your own heat, moaned when you felt your body’s reaction to your thoughts. I bet you even prepped yourself all day long,” I say in a challenge, wanting her to feel challenged, since she loves that.

  She swallows, then speaks gravelly words as she whispers, “Did he tell you?”

  I grin, a satisfied smile. “About the gift? Love, it was my idea.” I slide my other hand down her side, curling it over her hip, my thumb stroking her hip bone. “So tell me, did you play with your pussy this evening? Before the party?”

  She nods savagely, wanting to admit this. “Yes,” she says, as we whirl past other partygoers dressed to the nines. “I did. And then when Cole arrived to pick me up, he spread me out on the bed, and he feasted on me.”

  She says it like a taunt. She wants to taunt me. She wants to work me up. She wants me to be the one to break.

  But I won’t break. I never break.

  Still, a growl moves through me, and I’m jealous, I’m so fucking jealous. And I tell her as much. Because I want to taste her.

  My hands tighten around her, and my nostrils flare. “I want to smell you. I want to taste you. I want to feel you all over my jaw, my lips, my tongue.”

  Her lips are playful as she whispers, “How much do you want to taste me?”

  “I’ve wanted to since that first night. I’ve been deprived. I want to bury my face between your legs and make you come so damn hard.”

  She slams her hips against me. “And I want you to devour me.”

  “I will,” I say, and in my head, I add, And I’ll return to London, satisfied, sated.

  At least for a little while.

  Maybe I’ll be happier. Or perhaps more content.

  Tonight, though, I can take a little bit of decadence for myself. A bit of her.

  A taste, a fuck, a mind-bending liaison can quench so much of my thirst. It can satiate so much of my hunger because there’s so much I want to do to her body. When I bring my face between her legs, it will blot out all the other things I long for.

  It will take all the longing away.

  It has to, because this tryst is ending. Tonight will be the last time with her.

  I won’t be back for a while, and I can’t imagine, the way the two of them are growing closer, that they’re going to want somebody to come between them again.

  Can’t imagine, either, that they’re going to need it.

  But they’ll take this one last time. She’ll get it out of her system.

  And I’ll get it out of mine.

  And that will be enough. It has to be enough.

  35

  Cole

  I cut in, sweeping her away from him. I draw her close, needing to be next to my woman. Wanting to feel her when she’s already wickedly aroused, when he’s already done his job of spinning her higher.

  It’s evident everywhere—in the glimmer in her eyes, the flush in her cheeks, the way she inches closer, needing contact, needing it more than she usually does.

  “I want to look in your eyes when he slides into you,” I rasp out, close to her ear. “When he pushes his cock far into your ass, I want to see the rapture on your gorgeous face.”

  Her eyes widen, and she whimpers. “This isn’t fair.”

  I smirk, tilting my head. “Are you sure?” I drag a finger down her chest, between the valley of her breasts. She shivers as I touch her. “Seems fair when you’re clearly aroused.”

  “You’re trying to get me to cave,” she murmurs.

  “No, I’m trying to get you to bed,” I correct. “I want you naked, wet, and begging for both of us to fuck you in every single filthy way.”

  “Damn you,” she says, swatting my chest.

  I chuckle, then let my fingers travel up her skin, over her collarbone, to her cheek. Tracing a line along her body. “I need to watch your lips part as I fill you. As I fuck you. As he fucks you. As we fuck you together.”

  She shudders but tries so valiantly to win the bet. “You won’t be able to look away from me. You’ll stare shamelessly as your friend consumes my pussy with his mouth.”

  Sparks burst inside me. Sweet torment from my filthy-mouthed beauty. “Perhaps you’re not playing fair now.”

  “Maybe I want you to cave,” she says, a little saucy, a lot naughty. “I want you to give in. To say it’s time to go so you can spread me out on the bed and consume me however you want.”

  She. Is. Killing. Me.

  But I have a plan. “I’ll pull you on top of me. Drive into you just the way you like it. Spread those cheeks, get you ready, tease your ass. You love that, Sage. You love when I play with your ass. And I know you’re dying to be fucked there.”

  She gasps, running a hand through her hair, a telltale sign that she’s breaking.

  I push her. “I want to know your toes are curling. Your back is arching. Your mind is spiraling into bliss.”

  Another pant. Another gasp.

  I don’t want to lose. But I also want the rest of this night to begin so much more than I want to win.

  The winner takes all, and the bet is who will cave first. Who will leave first to start the night. It’s the men versus the woman. That’s the bet.

  She rubs her pelvis against me. “You’re so cruel,” she whispers, sounding so damn needy.

  “But you want to be fucked senseless, don’t you, sweetheart?”

  “I want to be ruined for anyone else.”

  “That can be arranged.”

  Sage glances back and forth. Licks her lips. She’s ready to concede. But I won’t let her. I go first, taking the fall, throwing in the towel. “I need to get out of here right now.”

  She grins wickedly. Flinches in surprise. “Does that mean I won the bet?”

  I glide my hand down her back. “You did, sweetheart. You won the bet. All the money’s yours.”

  “And I’ll take some of the pleasure too.”

  That is what we want to give her.

  Because I have no more games left to play. I want her to win. I want her to feel everything.


  In the elevator, we rip off our masks, and we take turns.

  I back up against the wall, yanking her close, kissing her lush lips. Daniel crowds her, running his hands along her arms like he did that first night.

  Sage melts against my mouth, moaning and sighing, and kissing me dreamily.

  As the elevator chugs upward, we switch.

  He spins her around, claims her mouth, kisses those lips I adore.

  This is no Pretty Woman threesome. We have no rules, no limits. Anyone can touch her. She can touch either one of us. We all want the same thing—for her to feel spectacular, and there’s no room for jealousy.

  I don’t feel an ounce of envy as his lips devour hers while I lick the back of her neck in a way that makes her shiver.

  The elevator dings, and we’re at my floor, quickly heading into my suite in the penthouse of the hotel. The door falls shut behind me with a resounding click.

  Sage walks backward, reaching for my tie, reaching for Daniel’s, pulling us both closer and closer. We toss our masks on a table.

  Like that, she leads us to the bedroom, lets go of our ties, and falls onto the bed. She climbs back, hikes up her skirt, and lets her legs fall open.

  I am undone. I am utterly undone by the sight of my woman.

  On my bed. Wanton. Wicked. And waiting for two men to please her.

  “Take off your panties, Sage,” I say, commanding her.

  Daniel shakes his head. He shucks off his jacket, moving closer, saying, “I’ll take care of that. My mouth has a date with her pussy.”

  And Daniel, the cocky bastard, steps in. Tugging off her panties, tossing them onto the floor, then burying his face between her legs.

  Sage arches her back, her head falling on the pillow, her lips parted. The loudest, most gorgeous moan I’ve ever heard falls from her lips. Keening. Hungry. And full of wild need.

  I strip off my jacket, then my shirt, kick off my shoes, and climb onto the bed, taking her face in my hands and pressing a deep, possessive kiss to those lips of hers. Needing her to feel me. Needing her to know that no matter who she kisses tonight, no matter who she touches, she comes home to these lips, to this mouth, to this man.

  She wants that, judging from the way she lifts her hands, reaches for my face, and tugs me closer, kissing me ferociously as he kisses her pussy. She breaks the contact momentarily to whisper, “Kiss me all night. I want to feel you. I want to feel the possession in your kiss.”

  “You will, every time.” I bring my lips down to kiss her again, but she jerks her head to the side, unleashes a wild cry, and then stares down at the sight between her legs.

  My best friend flicks his tongue over her clit, moaning against her wetness, and she grabs his head, bringing him closer.

  My cock thickens from her unfettered reaction. From her delirious need.

  I can’t look away from her face as she gets closer and closer. I strip off her dress, tug it over her head, and reveal her fully to me, and to him, and to us. She wears a bustier, her stockings, and nothing else. She’s fucking his face as I shed the rest of my clothes.

  And when she comes hard and ruthlessly, she falls back on the bed, moaning and groaning, running her hands through her hair.

  She turns to me. “I want to ride you now. Take you all the way in me. And then I want Daniel at the same damn time.”

  “You can have anything you want,” I tell her. And seconds later, I’m on my back as Sage takes off her bustier, climbs on top of me, and slides onto my cock.

  After she takes me all the way in with a blissed-out groan, she turns her gaze behind her. Asking the other man in the room to join the party.

  36

  Sage

  Lube is my friend.

  My most excellent friend.

  As I languidly move up and down on top of the man I am falling for, Daniel moves behind me, spreading my cheeks open. After taking out the plug, he pushes in a finger. The pressure is intense, mind-bending as he adds one more. It feels so fucking good to have his fingers there as I take Cole deep into my pussy.

  “Tell me how it feels, sweetheart,” Cole demands, as I savor, just savor, the delicious feel of his length filling me to the hilt.

  Another voice cuts in from behind me. British and sexy as sin. “Yes, tell him. Tell him how it feels to have a cock deep inside you and two fingers in your gorgeous fucking ass,” he says roughly as he pushes deeper, crooking them while Cole thrusts his cock up into me.

  The answer? I’m shaking. I’m trembling. I’m an earthquake, and I’m breaking with desire. It feels like my body is the center of the world.

  It feels, too, like I’m not quite there. Like I need a little more.

  I turn my head back, gazing at the Englishman. He’s shirtless, but that’s not enough. “I need your pants off. I want to see that cock of yours again. I want to watch as you sink into me.”

  Cole growls.

  Grits his teeth.

  He’s even more turned on.

  He fucks up into me, then cups my cheeks and looks in my eyes. “You’re so fucking filthy, and I love it. I love how you speak your dirty mind.”

  I rise up and down on his fantastic shaft. A fire roars in my veins as Daniel keeps crooking his fingers inside my ass. The twin sensations ignite me, setting off more flames. When I think I can barely take it anymore, I turn back, stare at Daniel, and say, “Show me how it feels to have my two Prince Wickeds.”

  As I ride my lover, the other man kneels behind me, rolls on a condom, and pushes the head of his cock against my entrance.

  I’m ready, so ready. I’ve been ready all day. Still, the pressure even from the slightest push makes me tighten all my muscles.

  Cole slides a hand to my face, holding me. “Breathe, Sage. Breathe and relax onto me.”

  I draw a deep inhale, feeling it spread through my body as Daniel works the head farther into me. A moan falls from my lips as he pushes, a mix between pleasure and pain.

  “There you go, love,” Daniel whispers, praising me as he slides a little deeper. “You feel fucking amazing.”

  “She feels incredible, doesn’t she?” Cole says to him, wonder and awe in his tone as the pressure builds.

  But even as it does, I begin to relax so I can take Daniel in at the same time.

  I relax when they talk about me. When they trade words of praise. When they tell each other how I feel.

  “She’s so hot and tight,” Daniel says, his hands gripping my ass, holding fast to my hips.

  The pressure in me intensifies. It flies up and down my body. It radiates in waves to the edges of me. It’s everywhere as Daniel sinks all the way in. I feel them both everywhere, still in me, waiting for me.

  There’s pain, but pleasure too.

  Pain as I adjust.

  As the foreign sensation of a thick shaft inside my ass starts to dissipate. Starts to shift from strange to good to out of this world.

  “I’m ready,” I whisper.

  Cole grips my face, brings my lips to his, and kisses me tenderly, then fiercely. When he breaks it, he instructs his friend, “She loves being filled. Loves to feel a cock all the way in her.”

  I gasp, a long, needy sound chased by a delirious moan as Daniel takes Cole’s order to heart. Daniel slides out the slightest bit, and I spiral.

  I slip into another world as he pushes back into my ass, as Cole thrusts into me.

  One where I’m lost in my men.

  Where I’m wedged between my rivals.

  Where the man I’m falling for fucks up into me. And the man who won’t let himself fall drives deep.

  I groan, wincing from the wildness, from the forbiddenness.

  As Cole rocks into me. As Daniel pumps harder.

  As I am fucked senseless.

  Fucked every way.

  Fucked endlessly.

  I’m groaning, crying out, rocking into Cole, swaying against Daniel, lost, just lost.

  I am drowning in sensations, flooded with endorphins.


  Sweat slides down my chest, my hair is a tangle, and my body is theirs. It’s theirs to pleasure. Theirs to worship. Theirs to have.

  And that’s what they do to me.

  They have me.

  They’ve got me.

  I give in. I turn myself over to them.

  As I drop my face against Cole’s, kissing his cheek, whimpering against his ear, holding on tight, the wicked, wild sensations coil in my belly.

  Like a storm raging out of control, pulling everything into its eye.

  Every delicious, dirty feeling.

  They collide in me, turning me into nothing but a woman seeking release. Chasing the ultimate bliss as my orgasm shatters me.

  And I cry out.

  Begging and moaning and screaming in exquisite ecstasy, I’m blasted into another world.

  And I’m not alone.

  They follow me there, Cole grunting as he comes with a feral groan, and Daniel shooting next, slamming into me with his own cries of pleasure.

  I collapse onto Cole.

  He ropes his arms around me.

  Daniel slides his hand down my back, presses a tender kiss to my neck, and eases out, inch by inch.

  He pads across the carpet to the bathroom, and then it’s just my guy and me.

  I raise my head, looking at the sex-drunk man under me.

  Only it’s not just sex I see in his eyes.

  It’s so much more.

  We just shared the most intimate thing, and the dirtiest too.

  And it feels right.

  To say this.

  To tell him.

  I slide off him, but stay in his arms as I whisper, “I’m in love with you.”

  He smiles. Just a happy, lovely grin. His hand caresses my hair. “I’m so in love with you.”

  And that’s when I know—we both won the bet tonight.

  And we won so much more.

  We won all this trust, all this love, all these promises.

  A few minutes later, Daniel strides out, hunting for his clothes. He pulls them on, then brushes a kiss to my cheek. “Night, love.”

  And just like that, like a phantom, he’s gone.