Party of Three

by Daire St. Denis

“Kenton! What are you doing?”

  “What do you think?”

  I tried to twist away from his grasp, but not only were my arms out of commission, I was slightly suspended and standing on my tippy toes. “Untie me. I need to get home.”

  “Why are you in such a rush? Are you meeting someone there?”

  “No.” It was a lie of course, but for some reason I didn’t want to tell Kenton about my relationship or relationships or whatever. It was like he would turn something beautiful into something sordid.

  “Stay a while. Help me christen this new room.” He undid the top three buttons of my blouse and caressed the flesh above my bra.

  I couldn’t move. He had me held too firmly. I was totally and completely at his mercy. So when he bent down to nuzzle my neck, to kiss and suck the base of my throat and the sensitive skin above my breasts, there was nothing I could do about it. When he moved up and started kissing me, forcing his tongue into my mouth as his hands cupped my ass and dug into me from behind, I truly realized how big Kenton was. Because no matter how I struggled, I couldn’t move out of his embrace.

  So I did the only thing I could. I bit him.

  “Oww!” He released me so he could raise a hand to his bleeding lip.

  I twisted my wrists in an attempt to free them. Thankfully, the silk slipped one notch, putting me back on stable footing.

  “What did you do that for?” He licked his bleeding lip with a strange glint in his eyes.

  “I’ve told you before, this is strictly business. Now, untie me.” My voice shook with anger and a hint of fear.

  He smiled. “But business hours are over. It’s party time.”

  I shook my head, a feeling of panic starting to build behind my rib cage. My rational side kept telling me, C’mon, this is Kenton. There’s no reason to be scared, but my instincts were telling me something else altogether. “You’re my client. I don’t like to blur boundaries.”

  Kenton laughed. He grabbed me about the waist and pulled me close again. He traced the line of my jaw and whispered, “You don’t like to blur boundaries? Are you sure?”

  I jerked my head away. “Y-yes, I’m sure.”

  His response was a single raised brow.

  “Let me go. Please.”

  After gazing at me a while, he suddenly let up his hold. “Of course I’ll let you go.” He laughed as if this was all a joke, as if I’d imagined the way he’d held onto me too tightly. “You’ve got one room left to do, right?”

  I nodded.

  “Good.” He started to unwind the scarves. “Maybe when you’re all done we can play a little.”

  “Maybe.” Or maybe not, but I wasn’t going to say that to Kenton. Not now when he still had me trapped in the room—alone. Desi’s warnings rang through my head and I wondered if it was her personal feelings toward Kenton that left me feeling unnerved or whether it was Kenton himself.

  When Kenton released me and opened the door to the room, ushering me out like a perfect gentleman, I started to think maybe I had overreacted. I mean, it’s not like Kenton was some psychopath. Oversexed? Sure. But that was about it. Yeah, I still hadn’t forgiven him for giving me E without my consent, but besides letting me know he wouldn’t mind getting kinky with me, all he’d really done was tried to help me.

  “By the way, Tina, I wanted to let you know how happy I am with your work and I’ve heard the same thing from friends. I’m sure you’ll get more recommendations out of all of this.”

  “Thanks, I hope so.” I smiled. It was like he’d read my mind.

  However, there was something wrong with the way his eyes narrowed when he spoke, and my misgivings returned with full force. Something he’d said flashed through my brain: I believe in helping friends out. A favor for a favor… Oh, crap. Did that mean I now owed him?

  * * *

  I still felt slightly shaken when I got home and was not at all prepared for Des to greet me at the front door.

  “You’re late.”

  “Am I?”

  She pulled me inside and kissed me. When I didn’t kiss back quite as enthusiastically as perhaps expected, she leaned back and inspected my face. “You okay?”

  “Yeah.”

  She touched my cheek. “You look tired.”

  “I am.”

  “Why don’t you go upstairs? Shower and change into something more comfortable. I’ve got something special planned for dinner tonight.”

  I smiled at the playful look in her eyes. Yes, a shower would be good. I could wash off the feel of Kenton’s hands on my body. Then I’d be ready for Desi. And for Josh. Speaking of Josh… “Where’s our man?” I asked, mounting the first few steps to the second floor.

  “He’s taking dinner over to his mother’s. I get you all to myself tonight.”

  I shivered in anticipation. It was crazy. I’d been with Des now for weeks. We’d done things I’d never in a million years imagined doing with her, but the thought of being alone with her, making love to just her, made me feel like it was the first time.

  I took my time in the shower, scrubbing away the yucky feelings left from Kenton’s and priming myself for what the night held in store. I lathered some sweet-smelling soap in my hands and washed my pussy, paying extra attention to each and every sensitive fold. Using my removable showerhead, I rinsed with the water set on massage mode.

  Leaning back against the shower stall, I spread my legs and massaged my clit with the rushing water until I was on the verge. I clapped a hand to my swollen pussy and pressed, holding my orgasm in. I didn’t want to come. Not yet. Not until I had Desi to watch.

  After toweling off, I slipped on a pair of hot pink, crotchless panties, a gift from Josh—he’d bought a matching set for his girls—and donned a simple white tank top and some comfy yoga pants. Desi said she liked me best in my workout clothes.

  I descended the stairs to find the living room alit with the warm, flickering glow of candles. Our favorite Jazz mix was playing softly in the background. My stomach did a flip inside my abdomen when I heard Desi’s husky greeting from the shadows. “Feel better?”

  “Yeah.”

  I laughed when I realized we were wearing almost identical outfits, except her tank was black instead of white. She came up to me and kissed me. I melted into her touch, loving the way her pert, toned chest felt against my braless breasts.

  “Mmm, you smell good,” Des said, running her hand down my back to my ass. She rubbed me from behind and leaned down to touch the side of my mouth with her tongue.

  A part of my brain registered that this was the same thing Kenton had done to me earlier today, but I soon forgot all about Kenton as Desi’s hand worked magic through the cotton-Lycra blend of my pants.

  “You’re so hot, Teen. So fucking hot.” Her kisses became more demanding and she groaned into my mouth. “God, I want you right now.” She slipped her hand around the front of me and she grabbed my pussy hard and dug her fingers in.

  I moaned and writhed against her hand, wanting the same thing. I wanted Des, just Des, all to myself.

  To my dismay, she pulled away, panting and grinning. “I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.” She took my hand and led me to the living room, where she had me sit down on our soft leather couch. “Are you hungry?”

  “For you,” I whispered.

  Des gave her smoky laugh and I pressed my knees together in response to the immediate reaction her voice elicited in me. She took something off the mantle, a long black scarf. Coming to stand behind the couch, she asked me to sit still while she tied the scarf around my eyes.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m going to satisfy your hunger.”

  “Fuck me,” I murmured.

  “That too.”

  I smiled and wriggled my ass against the leather cushion, listening to Des’s soft steps leaving the room. She returned moments later and I heard the sound of a tray being set on the coffee table in front of me. Then she left again and returned with another tray. />
  “Whatever it is, it smells good,” I said, licking my lips in anticipation.

  I felt Desi’s presence beside me as she sat down. Ice clinked against glass and she placed a tumbler of something into my hands. “Aperitif,” she said, guiding the glass to my lips.

  I drank. “Mmm, a Manhattan. Nice.”

  With her hands cupped around mine, she guided the glass to her mouth and drank. After another sip, she took the glass from my hands and set it down on the coffee table. Although I couldn’t see her, I was extremely aware of her every movement. I sensed her leaning toward me and was prepared for her hands on my head as she guided my face close to hers. I knew, before her lips touched mine, that they would taste cool and sweet.

  I was not prepared for the ice cube she slid from her mouth to mine. Nor was I prepared for the way our tongues would battle for possession of it inside my mouth. By the time Desi’s insistent tongue won, there was very little left to claim, so she took another long drink and lifted the glass to my lips. I drank deeply and she took the glass away again.

  This time she held ice in her fingertips and traced the outline of my mouth, licking the moisture left behind. The ice slid smoothly down my chin and my neck, with Desi’s mouth following close behind. She tugged down the right shoulder of my tank, baring my breast, and circled my nipple with the ice until goose bumps covered my flesh.

  “God, Teen, I love your breasts.”

  And I loved the way Des sucked them. Her tongue flicked in and out, teasing my nipple into a hard little peak. Her icy-cold fingers kneaded my other breast through my tank with just the right amount of pressure. Not too hard, but hard enough to make me want more. I threw my head back and moaned as Desi sucked my nipple into her cold, needy mouth.

  “You are so sweet,” she murmured.

  With more control than I could have mustered, she backed away, leaving my breast naked and cold. Within seconds something brushed my nipple. It wasn’t Desi’s finger but it also wasn’t ice. Whatever it was, she twirled it around me before lifting it to my lips, using it to part my mouth. I tested it with my tongue and took a bite. Strawberry.

  With one hand she caressed my naked breast while she fed me strawberries with the other. In between, she’d give me sips of the Manhattan and then taste the combination on my lips.

  “I don’t know if I’m going to make it past the main course,” she whispered. “This is killing me.”

  It was killing me too; her feeding me and touching me and kissing me. My pussy was throbbing with need and my body quaked at the smallest touch. But she didn’t allow either of us to give in to our desires. Not yet. From her fingers, she fed me herb salad with a light vinaigrette dressing, lapping up anything that remained on my lips, encouraging me to suck the dressing right off her fingers. Once we were done the salad, she set a wine glass in my hands.

  “Drink.”

  It was a cool Chardonnay, if I wasn’t mistaken. I drank more deeply than was proper wine etiquette, but the wine soothed the heat building in the pit of my belly.

  “Open your mouth,” Des said softly after she removed the glass from my hand.

  I did so and felt something soft and creamy slide inside on the tines of a fork. The consistency was spongy and the morsel melted in my mouth in a mixture of wine, cream and sage.

  “Gnocchi.” I smiled. It was Desi’s specialty and she hadn’t made it in forever. “Mmm, it’s good.” I groaned as she forked another piece into my mouth. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

  “Of course.”

  While I savored the bite, Desi spread my legs and ran both hands up my thighs to press against the place where my legs met. With slow, circular movements, she caressed my clit through my pants and my tongue automatically mimicked her movements on the gnocchi in my mouth.

  “Take off your shirt,” she whispered.

  I swallowed and pulled my tank off my head.

  “Your pants too.”

  Easing my ass to the edge of the couch, I slipped out of my pants.

  “Lay down.”

  I complied. How could I not? Listening to Desi’s husky voice, obeying her commands, eating from her hands…it was such a turn-on.

  “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

  I certainly didn’t think of myself as beautiful but there was no doubt Desi made me feel that way.

  “Hold still.”

  I did as she asked, lying as still as possible, though it was difficult when something warm and soft was placed delicately on my nipples. Gnocchi. More filled the dent of my bellybutton.

  Within seconds, Desi’s warm, wide mouth was on me, licking the pasta off my body, smearing the cream sauce around with her tongue. “Mmm, so good.”

  I couldn’t agree more. When she finally ate the pieces off my belly, I raised my hips, letting her know where I wanted her mouth next.

  “You’re wearing my favorite panties.” She sighed.

  I lifted my hips closer, but it was her hand that found my pussy, not her mouth. With three fingers she slid past the slit between my legs and entered me, twisting her hand while she thrust.

  I cried out and she thrust harder. Then she moved, crawling up onto the couch to kneel between my legs. She sighed, leaning forward to lie on top of me. Sometime in the last ten minutes, she’d taken off her tank and her bare chest pressed against mine, her hand working furiously between us.

  “You know,” she panted, “there’ve been times when I’ve watched Josh fuck you and I’ve been jealous.”

  I groaned and bucked my hips, forcing her hand deeper, wondering where this was going.

  “What I wouldn’t give to have a cock like his and feel it buried deep inside your pussy.”

  I wrapped my hand around her ass and pulled her forward, as if she did indeed have such an appendage and I was helping her fuck me.

  “I’d fuck you so hard. And your tight little pussy would feel so amazing.” Des panted into my ear as she thrust again. “But in lieu of such things…” She somehow managed to roll away from me. How I hated her brief absence.

  Thankfully it wasn’t long before something cool and thick butted up against my clit.

  “Spread your legs, Teen.”

  Oh God! I reached down to touch whatever it was she held between my legs and felt the cool, slightly bumpy flesh of a cucumber.

  “Do you like?” Des asked, rubbing the rough skin against me.

  I moaned and arched in reply.

  “That’s it. Oh, yes, Teen. That’s it,” she murmured while I writhed beneath the infuriating sensation of the cucumber on my clit.

  Des took a big, crunching bite, and the next thing I knew the inner pulp of the vegetable cooled my heated flesh.

  “I can’t decide what tastes better. You or the cucumber.”

  Her mouth was on me, sucking on my throbbing flesh.

  My body quaked so hard, I needed to thread my fingers through her hair so I could hold her head in place while my hips danced to their own pulsing rhythm. With her hands beneath my ass, she lifted my hips closer and sucked me hard. I ground against her, wanting her tongue inside me as deeply as possible.

  She pulled away to catch her breath. “Oh, sweetie. You’re going to be the death of me.” She slapped my ass, like I was the naughty one for causing her such pain, and pulled me off the couch and onto the sheepskin rug on the floor. I heard her grunt as she pulled off her pants and then her knees were on either side of my head and her mouth returned to my pussy.

  I reached for her and found her bare ass. Grabbing on, I lifted my head and let my tongue and lips guide me to her swollen clit so I could suck her just like she was sucking me.

  How I loved to bring Des to orgasm. There was nothing more satisfying than feeling her whole body tense, quivering against mine while her pussy shuddered into my hand and mouth. Feeling her throbbing cunt meshed with mine was heaven too. What was even better was having Josh’s cock buried deep inside me while it was happening. But tonight I had to be satisfied with Desi�
��s mouth. It wasn’t a sacrifice, let me tell you.

  Afterward, we lay there in each other’s arms, panting and caressing our sweat-soaked skin. My blindfold had been discarded long ago and was probably mashed under our bodies somewhere.

  “Ahh, that was nice,” Des said. “But we still have to eat dessert.”

  “I thought that was dessert.”

  She laughed and pulled me to my feet. “C’mon. I made cheesecake. It’s in the kitchen.”

  I followed her to the kitchen, marveling for the millionth time at the lithe strength of her body. She flipped on the light and sat me down at the breakfast counter. It was a little strange, being completely naked except for my panties. But Des didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed and I couldn’t help leaning over to watch her bend down to retrieve the chocolate cheesecake out of the fridge. I swore I caught a glimpse of moisture sliding down the backs of her thighs, and I groaned at the sight, needing to slide my hand down to press that tender spot between my legs.

  “You are insatiable, aren’t you?” Her heavy-lidded gaze was on the hand between my legs. She smiled and then dug straight into the cake with her fork and held it out to me.

  With one hand still buried between my thighs, I reached out for her hand and guided the fork to my mouth, closing my eyes, savoring the thick chocolaty cream while I played with my damp pussy. When I opened my eyes, Des was still there with the fork poised near my mouth. But she wasn’t smiling.

  She lowered the fork and reached out for my neck, tracing something there. Then her gaze lowered to my hand and she picked it up and traced a faint line on my wrist, turning my hand over to inspect the other side of it. Oh, no! I glanced at my other wrist. With a sinking sensation, I saw a similar mark. So did Des.

  Her questioning gaze stung me. “What the hell is this?”

  I rubbed my hands, mortified by what the marks implied. “It’s nothing.”

  Her jaw tensed and her nostrils flared. “Nothing, huh? I suppose those hickeys on your neck are nothing too.”

  Chapter Eleven

  I suddenly felt my nakedness and it made me feel dirty. I covered my breasts with my arms and tried to meet Desi’s gaze. “Honest, it’s nothing.”