Forbidden Pleasures (NSC Industries #11)

by D H Sidebottom

  She looked up at me and frowned, “What? It wasn’t Max who did those things.”

  My heart picked up a pace with the way her confusion stared back at me. “What, of course it was him. He admitted it.”

  “No,” she said with conviction, “No, he admitted killing Noah. But nothing else.”

  “How do you know? He…”

  “Jay, Max was laid out on top of me, his mouth to my ear, his rancid breath washing over me. He smelled different, he felt different, and his voice was different. Trust me, I know. I’ll admit the man who raped me is definitely the man who took me but it was most definitely not Max King.”

  I couldn’t help but close my eyes and groan with disappointment. I had thought it was over, that Bea was finally safe. I could argue with her until the fucking world ended about how he could have hired someone, or put on an accent yet I knew, deep down in me that she was right. This was far from over.

  ***

  Eight o’clock Miles rapped on the door, not waiting for me to answer before he swept in. His huge grin when he spotted Bea made me chuckle. “Well hello, sweetheart.”

  She grinned back at him, his easy nature relaxing her immediately and stood up, thrusting her hand out to him. Instead of shaking it, he took it and softly kissed the back of her hand, his eyes never leaving her face. “Well aren’t you quite beautiful, no wonder Jay dumped me for you.”

  She giggled but blushed, her gaze moving to me. I knew she was shocked by his directness but I smiled back and winked, watching how easy they seemed with each other so soon.

  Miles gazed at her, his head tipping to the side as his eyes roamed every inch of her. Bea stilled under his scrutiny and gave me a bewildered look. “Excuse him,” I laughed as I moved in to save her. “The only thing Miles is interested in is getting inside you.” I figured it best to go for the honest approach.

  Miles tutted and slapped my shoulder, “I am interested in her as a person too.”

  I chuckled and lifted a brow, challenging him. “Oh, come on.”

  He shrugged, “Okay maybe I am imagining sinking inside her right now. All those soft curves and that pale skin smattered with sexy little freckles.”

  Bea just stood stiff with wide eyes on both me and my friend. “I don’t… uhh…” she stumbled over her words, but her eyes told me she was trying to figure out if we were teasing her.

  Giving her a reprieve I shook my head in humour and grabbed the wine glass out of her hand that I’d been topping up for the last two hours to try and relax her. She would be more open and honest with alcohol and I didn’t want her to just go with the idea because she thought that’s what I wanted, even if it was. I needed her to have the courage to say no if that’s what she wanted. But then I needed her comfortable enough to say yes if it was something that appealed to her.

  “Food’s ready,” I changed the subject and took Bea’s hand, Miles following closely behind us into the kitchen.

  He propped himself up at the bar, his long legs still allowing his feet to graze the floor from the height of the stool. “So who cooked?”

  “I did,” I said quickly when Bea lowered her face, her cheeks heating with shame.

  Miles chuckled and poured himself a large glass of red, filling Bea’s and mine up at the same time. “So I gather you don’t cook,” he directed at Bea as he took a swig of his drink and eyed her over the rim of the glass.

  She shook her head as she took the salad from the fridge and placed it on the bar. “Not unless you want things black and crispy, then I can cook you anything you like.”

  He laughed, rolling his eyes humorously, “You’re okay, sweetheart. I’ll stick to whatever Jay’s rustled up.” Right on cue, I placed a plate of pasta and herb-crusted chicken in front of both him and Bea and slid onto the stool beside Bea and opposite Miles.

  “So,” Miles spoke to Bea after a few mouthfuls. “How’s it going living with Mr Domesticated?”

  I stared at him, growling under my breath at his mockery of my lifestyle. “Miles, tell me one woman that would actually live with you, you’re the filthiest pig I’ve ever known!”

  He shrugged. “That’s the reason you get the women in, fool. You’re doing this all wrong, mate. Backwards, I swear.”

  Bea chuckled and switched her gaze from me to Miles with a large smile at his banter. “So how long have you two been friends?”

  “Around ten years now, we met at uni, hit it off straightaway.”

  “What Miles means is he can’t live without me since the moment he laid eyes on me.”

  Miles spluttered his drink out and gawped at me. “Excuse me Mr I’ve-got-a-large-ego, who is it that begs for my dick every month?”

  My eyes shot wide and glared at him as I grabbed the edge of the bar to stop myself from launching him across the room. He chuckled to cover his slip up and grimaced at me but Bea burst out laughing, her head shaking with amusement. “I like you,” she said honestly, the wine now doing what it was supposed to. “At least he’s honest,” she aimed at me.

  I frowned at her, “What about? Me craving his dick?”

  Miles glanced at me as he slid his fork into his mouth and tugged at a piece of chicken. We both turned our attention to Bea when she giggled and rolled her eyes. “Oh don’t try telling me you never shared. Men are notorious for it, especially experimenting in university.”

  My mouth dried and I plunged ahead. “Well of course we share, but we’re talking about Miles’ dick here, not sharing women.”

  She narrowed her eyes, the glaze over them making me reach forward and slide her glass away. “And when exactly are you going to tell me the truth about why Miles is actually here?”

  Okay.

  Right.

  She quirked a brow at me, casually taking a bite of her chicken as she waited for me to answer. My eyes shifted to Miles who just smirked. “Busted!”

  “I, uhh…” She caught me off guard and when she rolled her eyes at my stunned silence, I remained dumbstruck staring at her.

  “I mean, I could be wrong here,” she mumbled around a mouthful of pasta and shrugging as if talking to herself, “And you’re trying to tell me you two have a bisexual relationship, and I’m way off the mark that you want to have a threesome with me in the middle.”

  Miles coughed and grinned to himself as he tapped the counter with his fingers. He was thoroughly amused and I’ll admit, I was more in a state of shock than amusement.

  “Bea… I… uhh…”

  “Do you not think I experimented in uni?”

  “Okay,” I lifted a hand and growled. “Enough. That is something I don’t want to think about. With me, definitely, but without me, then no fucking way.”

  She smirked and casually looked at her plate. “I had sex with a woman once.” She just blurted it out, right there as Miles froze with his fork halfway to his mouth. I just blinked at her, unable to force that little image out of my head.

  “Jesus Christ, Bea!”

  “What?” She shrugged. “It was really nice too.”

  “Nice?” Miles spluttered.

  Bea nodded and sighed. “I’ve never had a threesome with two men before though, only another woman and a man.”

  My mouth dried as my cock banged on the zip of my jeans for freedom. I had to close my eyes for a moment to regain some sort of composure. My teeth were vibrating with the amount of lust riding my system. Her voice was soft, seductive as her own arousal surged with her obvious memories. Never in my life had I ever envisaged Beatrice Vine had experimented with group sex. She never failed to surprise me time and time again.

  “So,” she suddenly declared as she slid off her stool. “Who’s for pudding?”

  And then she ripped off her t-shirt.

  Chapter 31

  Bea

  Miles was good looking, his tanned skin and dark hair making me wonder if somewhere in his bloodline he had an Italian ancestor. He was easy to get along with, his wide smile and carefree manner making me relax effortlessly in his
presence.

  I had known what Jay had in mind from the moment Miles walked in. I’d heard the gossip in NSC about the boss’s son and how he liked to play in groups, and it didn’t take an expert to figure out what he was up to. I knew he’d been nervous about my reaction and had only primarily invited Miles around to get an idea of my views on group sex.

  What he hadn’t expected was for me to have had a past, a history that he knew nothing about. University, for me, hadn’t just been about study, but also about finding who I was. And before I’d met Graham, I’d been extremely wild and I’d experimented with more than just alcohol and the low class drugs, sex being one of them. I’d slept with both sexes and I had even bedded my lecturer – who had been really fun in bed. After being brought up by five brothers with strict rules, university had been my first taste of freedom and I’d been adamant that I was going to live it to the full. Mia, Emma and me had sobbed buckets at our graduation, not because we had graduated with honours or that we were proud of ourselves, it was because we were leaving the best years of our lives behind us and it was from then on that we’d had to grow up. It was both devastating and boring.

  However, why Jay had thought I was Little Miss Innocent I had no idea, so his face when I had openly discussed my sexual history had been comical. And as I stood in front of both him and his friend in just my underwear I was struggling to hold back the grin with their shocked expressions.

  It was a moment before Jay moved to me, his eyes stern on mine but his gentle hold on my face soft and full of adoration. “Are you sure about this?”

  “Are you?”

  I could tell my confidence stunned him but eventually he grinned, a wicked glint in his eye making my body shiver with excitement. “You can tell us to stop at any time, sugar, both Miles and I will be one hundred percent fine with your decision.”

  I nodded, his assurance relaxing me more than the wine had. “And you, if seeing me with another man hurts too much then just say no.”

  He blinked at me and shook his head faintly. “You are amazing, you know that right.”

  “Of course I know,” I winked as I clutched the material of his t-shirt and tugged it up and over his head.

  I saw Miles slip off his stool out of the corner of my eye as I ran my hand down Jay’s body, his mouth-watering abs making the need in me grow until it was a throb pulsing through my veins.

  “Not here,” he whispered as he hoisted me up, encouraging me to wrap my legs around him as his mouth found mine and he blindly walked us through to the room. He was hungry, his tongue fighting with mine as he ate up my faint groans of restlessness. His hands kneaded my arse as he nipped at my lower lip and then slid me back down his body so he could cup my breast with his large hand, his finger dipping under the lace of my bra to torment my already hard nipple.

  My fingers wrestled with his belt but he pulled away and shook his head, making me sulk. Running his finger gently over my bruised cheek he whispered, “Miles needs some attention.”

  Anticipation thrummed inside me, slicking my pussy with the thought of what was to come. I turned to find Miles sat relaxed on the sofa, his legs spread before him and both his arms spread on the back of the couch as he watched us both eagerly. His eyes held the same glint of lust that Jay’s did, the same as my own.

  He tipped his head and licked his lips. “Come here.”

  His order sent waves of delight through me, his dominance making my belly ache. “Do as you’re told,” Jay demanded softly in my ear and I walked over to Miles.

  My body was already on fire, every nerve ending stimulated and impatient for more but when Miles unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock my legs nearly gave way.

  “On your knees.”

  Slowly, I lowered to kneel before him, my attention on every slow slide of his hand as he stroked his cock. He was circumcised and I mentally ticked another box in my head, this was a first. He wasn’t as large as Jay but his cock was thicker, the head full and red and already glistening with pre-cum. Mindlessly, I licked my lips, keen to taste him so when Jay told me firmly to suck Miles’ cock I shuffled between his parted knees then gently wrapped my lips around him and slowly took him to the back of my mouth.

  He groaned deeply, his fingers already in my hair to direct my movements. I sucked harder and moved quicker when his moans of appreciation gave me more confidence. It was surprising how smooth and velvety he felt in my mouth, the lack of foreskin not better, but… different. The head of his cock was more pronounced than with an uncircumcised penis but strangely he felt… drier, so pulling my mouth off him with a noisy pop, I moistened my mouth and dribbled generously over him. He hissed and clenched his teeth as I dragged my tongue around his shaft, spreading the saliva around until he was slick.

  I could feel Jay move behind me and as I took Miles back into my mouth, Jay slid my knickers down, exposing my naked behind for him to nibble on.

  “Oh yeah, that’s so good, your mouth is fucking hot,” Miles praised when Jay’s touch elevated my longing and I sucked harder. “Suck it hard, Bea. That’s it.”

  He was pumping his hips in rhythm with each of my plunges, driving himself deeper into my mouth and when Jay’s tongue circled my clit, I let out a loud groan of pleasure.

  “Fuck!” Miles growled when my moan vibrated around his cock.

  Sensing his imminent climax when he swelled even more I released him and stroked him with my tongue, preventing his release as I tickled the underside of his balls with my fingernail.

  Jay’s whole face was completely in between my thighs as he sucked, nipped and lapped at me, his intense worship building my orgasm with lightning speed, the rush in my veins making me feel lightheaded. Feeling me tremble he thrust two fingers into me and stroked the sensitive spot inside as he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked gently. My climax exploded forcefully, ripping a long groan from me as my body flew and my muscles tensed with exquisite pain. Jay’s fingers disappeared and his tongue thrust inside me, catching every drop that I released as I came and came, again and again.

  “Condom!” Miles commanded through clenched teeth.

  As Jay went to fetch one, Miles slid out of his clothes and lay back on the sofa. “Take off your bra and knickers,” he directed, watching me meticulously when I did as he asked.

  His chest heaved when I slipped out of my knickers and pulled off my bra, my nipples hardening with his greedy gaze as his eyes roamed over me. I wasn’t embarrassed by my nudity, these two men made it quite clear what my body did to them and their hungry expressions made me feel sexy and desired.

  Jay walked back in and threw a silver packet at Miles. I watched rapt and aroused as Miles slid the condom on the end of his cock and sedately rolled it all the way down. Then a dirty smile lifted his lips and he crooked his finger at me. “Get that sweet little pussy over here.”

  For a second or two, I couldn’t move. Nerves flooded me and my mouth dried. Jay, sensing my anguish, took hold of my hand and tipped my face to his. “Bea, you don’t have to…”

  “It’s not that,” I whispered, my face flushing with embarrassment at my anxiety. “I’m just… worried that…”

  “That?”

  When I didn’t answer, Miles quietly said. “Sweetheart, you’ll stretch. We won’t hurt you, I promise.”

  My cheeks flamed and I dropped my eyes, feeling completely stupid at my apprehension. “It’s just that you’re both… big and… well my arse isn’t.”

  “I’m in control of that hot little ass,” Jay stated, “And I’m going to fucking worship it. I will take it slow and don’t worry, I’m not going to force myself in dry. Relax and I promise it will feel amazing. Trust me, I won’t hurt you.”

  Nodding and smiling up at him, his reassurance easing my concern, I reached up and kissed him lightly. As a deep growl rumbled in the back of his throat, he slid his arms around me and pulled me tightly into him, his mouth devouring me as his hard cock throbbed against my belly.

  “Will yo
u get over here and bounce that fucking body on my cock!” Miles grumbled making Jay sigh and me giggle.

  I turned and yelped when Jay’s palm struck one of my buttocks. Miles shuffled into the middle of the sofa and carefully lifting one leg over him, I positioned myself above him and then slowly slid down. Both of us sucked air in noisily, the sensation of him stretching me with his wide girth initially painful but so good when my walls relaxed around him. “Jesus Christ, you’re tight,” he grated out.

  He gently held my shoulders and pulled my body down to his, my breasts squashing against his chest as he slowly moved in and out of me until both of us were panting and eager for more.

  I flinched when I felt something cold and wet trickle down the groove of my backside. “Relax,” Jay whispered behind me as the tip of his finger slowly stroked around the tight hole. When he felt me begin to accept him, he gradually pressed inside me until his whole finger was sheathed deep inside me. He worked it in and out and around and around until I was pushing back against him eager for more stimulation and encouraging him to slide another finger in alongside the first. More slickness coated my backside and then another finger pushed inside as Jay prepared me for him.

  Miles slowed down, leisurely pumping in and out of me, his cock sliding deliciously against every ridge inside me as his teeth nibbled delicately at my neck and along my collarbone. He was carefully trying to keep his face away from mine, the huge purple bruise on my cheek sore and tender. But every time his mouth came to my ear and his soft groan rumbled, my pussy clenched around him causing him to growl in both warning and approval.

  The feeling of Miles in me and Jay’s fingers pumping in and out was overwhelming, the tight stretch bringing out a side to me that I’d never before seen. I moaned loudly, writhing and panting as I pleaded with both of them for more. My body was strummed so tightly it was growing painful and I craved the stimulation that I knew Jay could give me.