Sharing Mia (Mia and the City Book 2)

by Talia Echolls

  “Shh, lovely, we’re here. I promise to lick you until you scream for me.”

  I didn’t realize that the car had stopped. He quickly dressed me in my top and coat, cinching the belt closed. My panties he placed in his pocket with a naughty wink and smile. I kissed him then, trembling as I edged closer to an orgasm.

  Somehow, we walked as a semi-presentable couple through the lobby of his building and were the paragon of chastity going into the elevator, riding it all the way to the penthouse suite.

  The elevator opened up right into the foyer. We stepped into it, and as soon as the elevator doors closed behind us, he tore the belt open and yanked my coat and sweater off of me. He dropped to his knees in front of me, wrapped his arms around my hips, and buried his face between my legs.

  I came in throaty cries right then and there.

  He swept me off my feet. I was only slightly aware of the art on the walls. The fireplace was on, and I saw where he’d chatted with me on his discarded laptop. He bent me over the couch and thrust hard from behind so that he was fully seated inside me. His fingers tangled my hair, twisting so that he could capture my lips. His other hand wrapped around my middle, so I was effectively immobilized, and he thrust his cock inside me. He started slow and easy, but ended up drilling into me like a ramming piston.

  The hand around my waist traveled down and he laid a finger against my clit. I was so wet, just the pressure against my sensitive flesh was enough to make my entire body tremble.

  “You like that, don’t you? You like it when I fuck you hard?”

  “Yes,” I hissed, barely able to hold onto coherent thought. “More.”

  He levered himself up, hands gripping my hips hard, and jackhammered his body against mine until I became a bundle of nerve endings on fire.

  I clenched my muscles tight around him, reveling in how he grunted behind me. So good, so intense, I didn’t want it to end.

  “Let go, I have you... I’ll give you more. I need you to go now,” he panted in my ear.

  With a flurry of his fingers over my clit, my body trembled and I cried out, digging my nails into the couch cushion. I was barely aware of how tight he held me, of his jerking rhythm as he came, of his teeth grazing my shoulder, making me shiver and moan.

  He laid us both on top of the couch, cuddling himself around me. I couldn’t stop trembling, a never-ending bundle of nerves. He blew a cool breath up my spine and neck and I shivered, coming again.

  “Beautiful,” he breathed. He kissed me, stretching me out next to him, giving me his weight, sliding his thigh between my legs so I could grind myself against him as we kissed.

  His phone pinged and he ignored it, roaming his hand down my body. Desire ignited wherever he touched me. His cock was hard and throbbing, pressed against my hip. He was ready for more and I braced myself for what would come next.

  When his phone rang, however, he bit off a curse. “I’m sorry, lovely, just a minute.” With a deep steadying breath, he kissed me apologetically. The phone kept ringing, and he muttered something about murder under his breath.

  I found his response amusing.

  His mood shifted when he got to the phone, though. “Oh, hey man. Yeah, I know where she is. She’s here. Sure, just a sec.”

  I didn’t have to be told that it was Xavier on the phone.

  Jay tapped a few buttons as he brought the phone over to me. He sat at the edge of the couch as I laid curled on my side. The screen was black and then suddenly, startlingly blue eyes locked gazes with me.

  “There she is. Hello, Mia-Mia.” His smile crinkled his eyes, disarming me with his dimples.

  “Hey.”

  “You look comfy. I wanted to make sure you weren’t working too hard. Tried your phone, though...”

  I smacked my hand against my face. “Oh no! I left that at my place. I’m so sorry that you were trying to call.” I knew how worried he had gotten when he thought I’d fallen off the face of the earth. Jay trailed a caress down my arm.

  “Don’t worry about it, sweet. We gotchu, that’s all that matters. Shoulda known that Jay may have checked on you first.” It looked like he was talking to me from the back of a car. I mentioned it.

  “Of course, I’m coming over to see you both. In fact, I’m almost there.” From the movements, the cab looked like it was pulling over. “See you soon, sweet girl.” He blew an air kiss at me, and I did the same.

  Jay angled the screen up to his face at that point. “I’ll send the elevator down for you, man.”

  He put the phone away and padded over to the foyer to send the elevator to the lobby. Watching him casually walk around nude was a sight to behold. He caught me staring at him and smiled. “Like what you see, lovely?”

  I didn’t have words for him so I just bit my lip and nodded. He came over to me and covered me with his body. “Where were we?” He nuzzled my neck, tickling me.

  “We weren’t there!” Goaded on by this new discovery, he kept tickling me. I kicked my legs in the air and snorted and giggled at his tickling onslaught.

  “Oh my goodness, this is adorable.” I hadn’t noticed Xavier enter. He had on a moto jacket and black jeans. He looked so casually gorgeous, my body needed to acclimate whenever he entered a room. As if I needed to relearn how to breathe. Or speak words. He slid his backpack off his shoulders.

  Jay got up to greet him with a handclasp-side-hug thing that they liked to do. Xavier’s eyes never left me, his gaze roving down my body. “So is this a thing now? Tickle Mia Naked?”

  “No! It is most certainly not a thing!” I scooted to a sitting position and tilted my head up for him to kiss me. He captured my lips and I sighed against them. They were always so soft.

  “You hungry, man?” Jay asked. “I can order delivery real quick so you two can catch up.”

  “Yes, I’m hungry,” Xavier said, kissing me deeper this time, hands roaming my body. “And I could also eat some food.”

  “Cool, I’ll take care of it.” Jay left the room.

  Xavier turned to me, stripped off his clothes, and gathered me on his lap. “I missed you. You work too much.”

  I poked him on the chest. “Yeah, you too.” The comments about my work habits were starting to get annoying, but to be fair, only Jay had mentioned anything so far. The downside of two lovers: double the lectures.

  He captured my poking finger and kissed it. “Too true.” Then he captured my face with his hands and kissed me in earnest. I straddled his hips, grinding against his already hard erection. He hugged me close and lifted me so he could suckle my nipples.

  In one motion, he positioned my hips and thrust up into me. He held us still like that, locked together for a sweet moment. “I definitely need to stop working too much.” He took hold of my hips and thrust up into me. “More,” he murmured.

  He pushed me over so I was on my back on the couch, my lower back elevated against the arm. He tossed my legs up and held them against his chest, then buried his dick inside of me, the position getting him so deep, hitting all kinds of sensitive spots inside of me.

  Because of the position, he also had easy access to my clit, and he played with it as he thrust. I held on to the couch cushions for dear life.

  Jay had come back to the room. “That looks so hot.”

  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Jay held his erect penis in his hand and had started stroking.

  “You want her mouth?” Xavier asked, licking a sensitive spot on my ankle that was like a direct shot to my clit. I gasped.

  “I can wait,” Jay replied.

  Xavier looked over at him, not breaking his rhythm. “I think I want to see her suck you while I fuck her.”

  A corner of Jay’s mouth quirked up. “I’m game if she is.”

  Xavier pulled away and lifted me into a crushing kiss. There was something raw and desperate there that I filed away to explore for later. In the moment, I was carried away by the wild emotions. “You okay with that, sweet? His cock in your mouth while
I fuck your sweet pussy?”

  “Yes.”

  He flashed a brilliant smile that melted me. “Then let’s play with some of Jay’s toys.” He carried me to one of Jay’s back rooms, and I saw that there was a kind of mount there. The scent of leather was intoxicating.

  “Here, you can stand just like this, and rest your tummy on this, and then bend over.” They both guided my body onto the mount. There were knee rests and a strategically placed jut on the cushion that was reminiscent of a bicycle seat. The soft fabric hugged the front of me well, with the lip pressing against my clit perfectly. I was essentially laid out for display, fully supported from neck to my hips, and at the perfect height for sex play, complete with hand rests—with cuffs attached.

  Before I could ask, Jay said, “No worries, lovely, no cuffs for you.” I felt a “yet” hanging in the air. He stroked my hair, then coiled the length of it around his fist, opening my mouth and sliding his cock inside it. He was so large. My throat convulsed around him. He answered with a groan and a hiss. “You’re amazing. You feel so good. We’ll go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Xavier roamed his hands over my body, and then picked up where he had left off in the living room: shoving all of himself inside of me.

  I discovered the best part of this mount. With every thrust, my clit would brush up against the pillowed edge, like soft lips kissing against me. I was whimpering in no time. “Something tells me Mia likes your toy, Jay.”

  I hummed my approval in response.

  “Oh shit, she’s humming. Fuck!”

  They worked me in perfect rhythm. Alternating thrusts. As if they’d coordinated this before. I didn’t dwell on that thought, focusing instead on the now. On the sensation of them sliding in and out of me.

  Soon, I was beyond coherent thought and moaning. Jay tightened his grip in my hair. “Oh my god, she feels so good when she comes.”

  “Yeah, so tight and hot everywhere.”

  Jay gripped the mount cushion hard with his free hand as he came in my mouth. I swallowed all of him down. “Oh fuck yes, lovely, just like that.” His breath was ragged and hot as he convulsed from his orgasm.

  Xavier was close behind. Touching as much of me as he could, running his hands down the length of my body until they came to a rest on my hips. He filled me, getting impossibly harder a moment before he yelled and pounded into my quivering flesh. “Damn. Now that’s how you end a day.” He laid a kiss on my back.

  Jay made a noise of approval as he withdrew from me and knelt down, kissing me lightly, stroking my cheek. “You were amazing, lovely.” Then kissed me again.

  Xavier withdrew from me too, then found a soft towel to clean me up. Jay stroked my back, giving me time to come back into my body before helping me stand.

  It was a good thing they were both there to support me, because my legs were pretty much useless after all that. I was sandwiched between them, my head resting on Xavier’s chest as he stroked my cheek, Jay behind me caressing my back.

  A chime sounded from the living room. Jay kissed me on my cheek. “I’m going to grab the food for us. I left some shirts for you that you could use if you want.” He kissed me again then left.

  My cheeks flamed as I remembered that I’d run out of my apartment in just my sweater and trench coat.

  Xavier stroked my cheek. “Shirts?”

  I avoided his gaze. “I’ll tell you later,” I said.

  Something flickered over Xavier’s face, too quick to process before it was replaced by a smile. “Let’s eat. You must be starving.”

  I bit my lip and nodded, ignoring the fact that his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

  CHAPTER 3

  THE NEXT DAY I MADE an effort to get out of my apartment so that I could head over to the gym. Lately, I was lucky to get in twice a week, and I hadn’t gone at all this week.

  And after last night with both of them, I couldn’t help remembering how off Xavier was.

  Well, not in the sex department, of course. It was after we showered in Jay’s bathroom, joined by Jay after he’d taken care of dinner. When I’d worn just Jay’s shirt to dinner. And afterward when I’d almost agreed to sleep over Jay’s apartment, but asked to use his car service to drive me home instead.

  For a moment, there was something that crossed Xavier’s face that I had never seen before from him. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was jealous. But that was weird. What did he have to be jealous of?

  So, here I was in Xavier’s gym. I went straight to a class, and afterward chastised myself for skipping. I always forgot how much better I felt when I got to work my body.

  I bounded my way to his private bathroom. He was there, and when I came in, he was pleasantly surprised and greeted me with a beaming smile.

  This was the smile I needed. The one that went straight to my heart (with a little jolt to my fluttering stomach and places much lower). I thought I might burst from it.

  He dropped his shorts and stepped away from them. My eyes went straight to his hardening cock. “Hey, sweet.” He captured my head with his large hand and kissed me.

  It wasn’t sweet. It was deep and demanding and thrilling. With his other hand, he skimmed down the front of me, down the waistband of my shorts, curving over my mound until he found my slick opening. He traced lazy strokes over me, circling around the sensitized flesh, earning a moan from me. He plunged two fingers deep, while his thumb pressed against my clit.

  My breath came in hitching gasps.

  Not to be outdone, I skimmed my hand over his erection, tightening around his head and focusing on the sensitive underside. He thrust against my hand.

  “Where?” he growled out against my mouth.

  I knew what he was asking. He wanted to know if I’d rather be fucked on the bench or in the shower. Or hell, right where we stood.

  “Now. Here. Just take me now.”

  He was more than happy to oblige.

  He leaned me against the wall, wrapped my legs around his hips, and took me fully. He thrust into me just like that. This was so much easier without needing to mess with condoms. I clutched his shoulders for dear life.

  After a little adjusting, he bounced his hips against me in a quick staccato rhythm until we were both breathless. Then he grew rigid and demanding and shouted my name as he came.

  He held me tight to his body as I quaked in his arms.

  “Shower,” he growled in my ear.

  I nodded a vigorous yes, and let myself be hauled into the waiting steamy shower.

  Afterward, we were really hungry. It only seemed natural to walk to the food truck for some Halal, and then he walked with me to my apartment.

  I was still humming from our romp in the gym. Usually, I’d be home alone at this point, with leftover energy—ahem—that I would need to take care of myself some more.

  But the source of said energy was conveniently here, and wouldn’t you know it, it was really, really easy to convince him to stay for a bit to work off some of the pent-up tension.

  “All of your stuff is amazing,” he said.

  “Something tells me you’re not just talking about my writing,” I said. He chuckled and kissed me loudly.

  “I’m talking about all of it, all of you, sweet,” he said, holding my newest vibe against my nipple. I giggled, and he held it lower. He slipped inside me as I arched into my latest orgasm.

  Man, I’d been missing out with these vibrators.

  We were lying in bliss when Jay called me. “Oh, you’re both there. I’m guessing you’d be up for some dinner?”

  I bit my lip. I was thinking about deadlines and getting more writing in. I mentioned it.

  I didn’t miss the disappointment in his face, but he quickly hid it. “Don’t worry about it, lovely. I’ll see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams.”

  “What’s tomorrow?” Xavier asked.

  “I was going to check out a new service at his spa. Get a nice massage in and all that fun stuff.”

  “Have you h
ad a full treatment there before?” He caressed my arm, sending chills through me.

  “No, why?”

  “Nothing, I don’t want to spoil it for you.” He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes again. I wanted to change that.

  I kissed him again, this time deeper. There, that was better.

  “Okay, now, I really need to get to work.”

  “If I’m very, very quiet, couldn’t I stay? Like I could just sit here and watch you work. You wouldn’t even have to do anything.”

  He began rubbing himself, slowly, his body easily springing to life.

  “Yeah, you think too highly of me if you think I can get work done with you jerking yourself off behind me every so often.”

  “Well, I promised to be very, very quiet.” There it was—that smile that lit up his eyes. And those damned dimples.

  Before I gave in to his ludicrous request, he pulled me down for a kiss. “Okay, Miss Non-Starving Artist whom I would love to stay that way. I will go.” He didn’t make any move to loosen his grip. “But only if you tell me about that time you and your roommate...you know.” He waggled his brows at me.

  Oh. My.

  I had shared the fact that my roommate and I played with some of my more fancy sex toys last week. You’d think I’d be able to talk to grown adults about some experimentation without them being all childish about it. What was with the obsession with watching woman-on-woman action, anyway?

  Needless to say, they had been obsessed with the idea of her and me together ever since.

  I shook my head. “You and your dirty mind.”

  “You know, next time you two want to test out your products for review, you should call us first. Jay and I would be so quiet, you wouldn’t even know we were there. I mean, we wouldn’t want to break the ambiance or mood or whatever.” He still hadn’t let me go. In fact, he held me tighter.

  Poking him, I said, “Well?”

  He poked me back. “Well? I’m still waiting.”

  I huffed, rolling my eyes. “You’re seriously not going to let me go unless I re-tell you the story.”