by Lora Leigh
"It's only for the pleasure?" she whispered.
His eyes dilated in surprise, as though shocked she had remembered what he had told her.
"Just for the pleasure," he promised her.
"Just between us?" she asked then.
One finger caressed her cheek. "Do you ever hear of the women I'm with, Kia?" he asked her.
"Not like this. But it's known that you do it." She shook her head, glancing at Khalid as he watched, waited. Relaxed, assured that he would touch her.
"And you won't," he promised her. "Where is the pleasure in allowing your lover to be gossiped about? Or your woman to be embarrassed?"
She was breathing roughly now. She could feel her clothing rasping against her flesh, the curling tendrils of anticipation rising inside her.
"I was only with Drew," she whispered. "That's all."
He had been her only lover. She had come to him a virgin and couldn't remember a single time they had been together that her pleasure had mattered much to him.
Chase knew what she was telling him. He could see the edge of uncertainty, her desire and her confusion over her desires rising inside her.
He knew what she was doing. This wasn't about the pleasure or the manage, it was about the temptation he had offered her the day he came to her apartment. It was about the temptation he had held out to her every time he had seen her after that.
He let his head move lower, let his lips brush across hers, aware of Khalid moving silently, opening the door beneath the bar's counter to draw free the requirements of pleasure.
Lubrication, massage oil, condoms. Khalid was a true sensualist. Nothing was hurried when he was involved. The pleasure was all that mattered. He gained his pleasure from the pleasure of the woman he touched. Or helped to touch.
Kia's lips parted beneath Chase's. Her breath, softly scented with a hint of the beer she had drunk earlier, and the clean soft taste of the woman herself. They parted slowly. He watched her lashes drift over her eyes and his lips caressed hers. He didn't take her kiss. He wanted to take nothing from her. He wanted to give to her. He wanted her lost in the pleasure, giving herself to it until nothing existed but the touch, the need, and the hunger for release.
Kia assured herself that was all it would be for. Just the pleasure. She wasn't going to allow herself to care for anyone again. She had made that promise to herself two years before, and she wouldn't break it now.
But she needed this touch. Chase's touch. His lips brushing against hers. She was certain that when Khalid touched her, she would be wild and wanton then as well.
She had never been wild and wanton, though she had often wondered what it would be like. She was going to find out tonight. Now. She had dressed for it. She had longed for it.
"Okay?" Chase's voice was darker now, deeper.
Kia opened her eyes to see that the light green of his eyes had darkened. There was a stain of red against his dark cheekbones and his lips were sensually fuller than before.
Lust suffused his expression. For a second, just the barest second, , she wished there was more than lust in his eyes, before she pushed the thought away. She had no right to want more, to need more.
She obviously had no concept of how to choose friends or lovers. Chase was safe, and if he wanted Khalid there, then she trusted his choice.
Chase hadn't lied to her. He had kept his promises to her, he had made certain Drew never struck her again, and she knew it was by his hand that her divorce had come so easily.
As she felt his lips nipping at hers, watched his eyes as his hands stroked her bare back and her arm, she let herself become immersed in the sensations. His calloused palms stroking her, his strong lips taking small, greedy kisses from her.
Her arms twined around his neck. She turned to him, needing more, aching for it. A deeper kiss, a longer kiss. She wanted to feel him taking her lips, controlling her passion as she had no idea how to control it.
As though he knew, sensed what she needed, his lips did just that. His tongue delved in to tangle
with hers, and his hands tightened on her.
A moan whispered past her lips as she shuddered at the sensations.
This was all she needed. Just the pleasure.
Chapter 2
Kia stared into Chase's face as she laid back in his arms, her head resting against a cushion that Khalid slid beneath it.
Chase's hand moved slowly down her arm, gripped her wrist and lifted it above her head, where Khalid's fingers then encircled it.
"If you want to stop, you have only to say so," Khalid whispered as she stared back at Chase.
"This is only for you, sweet Kia."
She trembled as Chase's lips quirked at the obvious uncertainty she knew was reflected in her face.
"I've never…"
Chase laid his finger over her lips. "No experience required, sweetheart. Just let it feel good."
Chase had known, even while she was married, when he faced her with the knowledge of what she had to do, that she had the courage inside her, the sensuality inside her, to come to this.
Drew, her ex-husband, had known as well, unfortunately, but he had been too damned selfish to bring it out in her. The sensualist that lay inside Kia was a hot, vibrant core of pleasure just waiting to be tapped.
She flinched, not in fear or in pain, but in surprise, when Khalid laid his lips against her inner wrist. Khalid was a connoisseur of women. He loved the female form with a dedication that often amused other members of the club.
Chase stroked his hand down her side, over the thin velvet of her evening gown, watching the tops of her breasts as they flushed, the little glow matching her cheeks now.
The scalloped edge of the bodice was snug against the upper curves of her breasts, revealing the cleft between them and the shimmer of perspiration as it began to dew her skin.
His lips lowered to hers once again, feathered over them as the scent of Egyptian oil teased at Chase's senses and the hand behind her found the tab of the zipper that held her dress snug over her breasts.
It was going to be like unwrapping the prettiest Christmas present he had ever known, weeks early. Taking her out of this gown, feeling her come alive with pleasure, it was going to burn the
night down around them.
She moaned into his kiss as he lowered the zipper, her upper body arching as she reached for a deeper contact, for that kiss that would sink into the senses.
He gave it to her, his gaze moving to Khalid, where he was stroking her bare arm, the sheen of oil dressing her flesh as long, dark fingers worked over the tensing muscles.
Sharing a woman with Khalid was a unique experience, no matter how many times Chase had done so. As much as the other man loved women, as much as he loved touching and teasing them, he was really quite picky about the women he shared.
Chase's senses became submerged in Kia's kiss then. Her tongue flicked greedily at his lips, the soft moan that fell fr
om them demanding, rich with feminine need.
Kissing her. Damn, it was good.
He lifted her closer, his lips slanting over hers as he felt Khalid lowering her arm, and he knew the other man was licking at the delicate oil that now covered it.
Her other arm curled around Chase's neck, tried to hold his head closer. She needed this kiss.
She could feel it sinking inside her, drawing free parts of her that she only suspected lived within her.
As he kissed her, as his lips and tongue drew that heat inside her to the surface, what Khalid was doing seemed so natural, so much a part of this particular pleasure, and this man. Kia felt it.
Sensed it.
The oil he rubbed into her arm warmed her, then his lips and tongue seemed to singe her flesh with sensation when he began kissing and licking the inside of her wrist.
She moaned at the pleasure, because there seemed no other way to deal with it. It rose from inside her, a need within herself that she almost feared.
There was nothing to hold on to now, except Chase. She held on to him with one arm, her fingers buried in the thick, black strands of his hair. As Chase kissed her, as he tasted her, pleasured her with his lips and tongue, she felt the strap of her evening gown ease down her shoulder, the shift of Khalid's body as he moved closer.
Kia whimpered, drawn into a swirling mass of sensation. Chase had one hand at her back, inside the loosened material of her dress, while the other was slowly drawing the fabric up her legs, easing the velvet over the creamy silk stockings she wore.
Heated and slick, Khalid stroked his hand over the flesh above her breasts. He caressed her collarbone, his fingers stroked to her opposite shoulder and back, but he went no farther.
She knew the material slipping down her arm would reveal her swollen breasts, her hard nipples.
The velvet was dragging at her nipple, rasping over it, a bit at a time, as the shoulder of the gown was pushed lower over her arm.
Khalid's lips were following its path. His teeth raked against her skin, his tongue soothed the little burn. Kia cried out into Chase's kiss and she shocked herself. Shocked him as she drew back and nipped at his lower lip.
"Are you going to get wild for me, Kia?" His voice was harsh, hoarser now. "Show me what you need, sweetheart. I'll give it to you."
Her lips pressed into his again, hungry and fierce. She needed his kiss like she had never had one before. There was a need rising inside her that made no sense, one she couldn't vocalize.
Chase knew what that hunger was. One hand clasped the side of her face to hold her still, and the kiss he gave her was as wild as the fever burning inside her now. He nipped at her lips, soothed the small pleasure pain and groaned as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, dueling with hers, tasting her.
She twisted in his arms, desperate to have more of him now. The strap of her gown slipped lower over her arm, and a second later she jerked her lips back from Chase's to cry out at the incredible eroticism of what she felt.
Khalid's lips surrounded her nipple. He was drawing on her, his tongue flicking against the hardened bud as she arched involuntarily to the pleasure.
Chase slid the other strap down, bared her other breast, and lowered his head to her as well.
"Chase!" She shuddered, staring down at the sight, two dark heads bent to her, lips drawing on her at the same time, cheeks flexing, tongues licking.
She swore she was going to orgasm from this pleasure alone. Never had she felt those hard, heated strokes of feverish sensation racing across her nerve endings, from her nipples to her womb.
She writhed beneath them, her arms pulling up, stretching back as she arched to them. It was exquisite, so much pleasure racing and pulsing through her body. She felt like a live wire, electricity sparking from nerve ending to nerve ending, and she was helpless to stop it.
The spasmodic flexing in her lower stomach was a pleasurable pain, the deep convulsive arcs of sensation tearing through her womb nearly had her screaming.
"Chase!" She cried his name as her hands found the padded rail of the bar counter and gripped it.
She needed something to hold on to, something to hold her in place before she began splintering apart from the needs tearing through her now.
"Easy, baby." He had pulled his lips free of her nipple. Now he licked over it, then pressed his forehead against the mound as his hand, his fingers moved over the bare flesh displayed at the top of her stockings.
The lacy band ended just below her thighs, thighs that were revealed to their hands, their eyes.
White velvet pooled around them as Khalid lifted her leg, dragged it to him, and let it rest over his knee.
She was splayed open now and they were more than willing to take advantage of the revealed flesh.
"You should have her waxed," Khalid whispered as heavy fingers whispered over the silk and lace panel of her panties.
Kia whimpered at the sensation. She could feel that the curls he would have removed were slick, wet against her panties.
"Maybe." Chase stared down at her, his eyes darkening as her lips parted and she fought to drag in more air. She couldn't seem to breathe in deeply enough. Couldn't seem to find enough to hold on to, to center her.
"I want to undress you, Kia," he told her, his hand cupping her face, his thumb brushing over her lips. "Can we take this pretty dress off?"
He was asking, but they were already moving to undress her. The bodice slid to her waist as Chase lifted her, then Khalid was drawing it farther, lifting her hips, her legs, working the fine velvet from her body and leaving her clad in nothing but the white heels, stockings, and next-to-nothing panties.
He was careful of the dress, though she only barely acknowledged it. He laid it smoothly over the small seat at the back of the obscenely long limo and turned back to her.
Chase spread her thighs, opened her, arranging her legs until there was nothing hidden. She would have closed her legs, but Chase slid his hand over her mound, cupped her, and whispered,
"Don't worry, Kia. Everything's good. So good, baby."
And it was good.
He eased her onto the wide seat, laying her back, the leather warm against her back as he stroked his hand along her perspiring stomach to the band of her panties. Below, Khalid was stroking his oil-coated hands over her bare thighs, working his fingers and thumbs into her flesh until the resulting sensations striking into her vagina had her fighting to lie still, to keep from writhing beneath the pleasure.
That oil was destructive. It warmed the flesh, then when his lips, his tongue, connected with it, it heated, flamed, and twisted over her nerve endings.
"So pretty." Chase lowered his head to her nipples again, sucked at them slow and easy before lifting his head. "So sweet."
He began moving down her body as Khalid moved up it, pushing her thighs apart. He stretched out on the lower end of the seat as Khalid lifted her until the padded arm of the counter and the surprisingly thick pillow cushioned her head.
Kia lifted her gaze from Chase as his lips licked over the oil Khalid had rubbed into her skin until s
he stared up into the foreign features watching her with such gentleness.
He bent his lips to her ear. "He has waited for you. For this," he whispered, causing her to
tremble as she felt Chase's breath against her mound.
Khalid's hands, slick now with oil, moved along her shoulders and then to her breasts. He massaged the oil into the sensitive flesh as she felt Chase removing her panties. Slowly. He drew them from her hips, over her thighs, and along her legs until he pulled them from her feet.
He lifted her foot, still in the high-heel shoe, and kissed her ankle through the stocking as she shuddered, trying to catch her breath through the haze of desire within her.
His tongue laved her flesh through the ultra-sheer silk and had her foot flexing with the pleasure.
"Look at his face," Khalid crooned in her ear, his hands massaging the oil into her breasts, her nipples, tweaking the hard points as she gasped at the sensation. "He knows your taste is going to be exquisite."
She watched as Chase straightened, his fingers moving to the buttons of his shirt, parting the material quickly and shrugging it off.
He was undressing as she watched. She whimpered. She wanted to moan and couldn't. When he was nude, completely naked, the thick, hard length of his erection straining from his body, she lost her breath.
Her eyes widened. She shuddered, trembled as his hands smoothed up her legs, his lashes lowering over his eyes as he bent to her.
Calloused male fingers parted her curls and a second later the first stroke of his tongue had her flinching. She cried out as Khalid chose that moment to grip her nipples sensually, tugging at them.
Her head turned, and she felt besieged. She felt lost in a world of sex with nothing to hold on to now. She would have held on to Khalid, she would have, but as her head turned she was face-to-crest with Khalid's erection, and he was already naked.
"Oh God," she whispered.
Courage. The word flashed through her mind.
You're not woman enough for one man, let alone two. Drew sneering those words at her.