by Tina Donahue
He grabbed them.
Andy joined her, flushed from rushing. He shoved on his other shoe. “Where we going?”
His sock had fallen from his pocket and stuck to his pants. She plucked it off. “It’s a surprise.” One she’d planned for this night and recalled when Max quizzed her about why she was leaving. “You’ll see soon enough.”
Andy shoved his sock in his jacket pocket. “You okay?” He cupped her face. “You seem different somehow.”
The poor guy had no idea. Jacquie yearned as she never had even when she was trapped in a conservative culture not allowing her to breathe or be herself. She could do whatever she wanted now and look where boundless freedom had led her. To a dead end she didn’t want to face.
You’re hopeless.
And being foolish. Wasting what time they had together wasn’t what she wanted to do. She placed her hands over his. “I’m a little sore.”
Worry tightened his features. “Did I hurt—”
“No.” She squeezed his fingers. “No one did anything wrong. I slept on the floor. It’s damn hard.”
“You got that right.” Devlin pulled her from Andy and into his arms, his nose touching hers, hips pumping.
Andy growled.
Max tugged her from Devlin and hurried her to the door, his arm tight around her waist. “Lead the way.”
Not with their hips welded together. Besides, she didn’t want to show bias toward anyone. She had enough lust and affection for each. If she were exceedingly unlucky—and she guessed she would be—those feelings were going to last way longer than she wanted once this ended.
She eased Max’s arm from her and opened the door. “Follow me.”
He gave her a wounded look. Andy and Devlin smiled, fine with what she’d done.
No way would she live through this, but couldn’t stop. Her slit grew damp, wanting their cocks. Her rigid nipples hurt, needing their touch. Her mouth and openings craved their tongues and dicks filling them.
Never in her life had she been such a mess. Maybe her parents had the right idea about suppressing feelings and slogging through one dreary day after another. At least, they were safe.
Being vulnerable sucked and scared her badly, but she trudged down the hall toward unknown emotional territory.
The guys followed close behind, whispering to each other.
She didn’t want to guess what they discussed.
Upon reaching the ground floor, she made a hard right to the elevator and stopped at its doors.
Patrons laughed and talked in the hall, glancing at her and the guys before racing toward the stairway.
The elevator doors opened. Guests poured out. Jacquie and the guys piled in.
She pressed the button for the second floor.
Andy bumped her arm. “What’s up there?”
Devlin leaned against the mirrored wall. “Fetish stuff, right?”
“Or more BDSM.” Max glanced at his reflection and straightened his collar. “I recall Bree mentioning something about a Story of O room.”
The one known as O, but there were others. “We’re not going to it.”
The guys grew pensive.
Andy planted his hands on his hips. “Besides fetish stuff, BDSM, threesomes, and foursomes, what else is there?”
Max frowned. “Orgies.” He screwed up his mouth and looked at Jacquie. “You weren’t planning to have us join—”
“Nope.” She wasn’t crazy. Having them surrounded by nude women who’d hired the best plastic surgeons to make them perfect wasn’t her idea of a great time. “Something else.”
“What?” They’d spoken as one.
The elevator eased to a stop and the doors opened. “You’ll see.”
She led them to the left, double doors at the end, a reserved sign hanging from one handle. A small device to the right bore numbers for the code to unlock the room.
Once she’d pressed in the correct ones, the red light flashed green and a metal click sounded.
Moans and shouts flowed from several rooms. Whips cracked.
The guys looked over their shoulders.
Jacquie entered the cavernous space, everything in crimson, shouting passion. She flicked a switch. Red candles on the walls and in the overhead chandeliers flickered to life, illuminating the space to a soft, rosy glow. She turned a dial. A romantic instrumental played.
Andy turned to the scene first and gaped.
Max whistled.
Devlin pushed past the others and joined her inside. “Jesus, I’ve never seen a bathhouse this huge. Not even when I was in Japan.”
“We call it the communal shower.” Rather than a swimming-pool-sized tub for bathing, there was one large shower to the right. Large enough to accommodate twenty adults at once with footage to spare. When the room wasn’t reserved for a private group, the door remained opened, inviting everyone to join in. Luckily, the young woman who’d prepared Jacquie’s face for tonight had applied waterproof makeup, getting her ready for any-damn-thing. “Guys?” She gestured Andy and Max inside. Once they joined her, she closed and bolted the door.
Andy touched the red marble wall, black veins streaking it.
Max glanced at the candles and chandeliers then hurried to the rheostat on the wall and jacked the lighting up full blast, chasing away shadows. He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Much better. I want to see you this time. I have to.”
Her heart leaped. She ignored her joy. “The voyeurs will be happy.”
The guys stared at the walls then the ceilings. Devlin pointed to the vintage sofa and chairs past the door, each upholstered in red. “Are there cameras hidden in there?”
“Nope. There are portholes in the shower.”
He and the others raced to the area and stopped.
Three round windows graced the back wall, the two-way glass black.
Devlin swore and returned to the rheostat, reducing the light.
She touched his hand. “You don’t have to worry about any guest using what happens in here against you.”
“I’m not. When it comes to nudity and fucking, I have no shame.” He pulled her into him. “However, as far as you’re concerned, I’m not sharing.”
Andy joined them.
So did Max, speaking first. “Say what about sharing?”
“With anyone but you and Andy.” Devlin flicked his hand at them. “Go away.”
Max held his ground.
“Fine. Watch and learn.” Devlin lowered his mouth to hers.
After taking Jacquie anally in the black room, Devlin had been a self-centered prick and wanted to make up for it. Even if he wasn’t a saint, he wasn’t as bad as the press made out. He was simply uninhibited.
Not now though.
Tempering his strength, he caressed her as gently as possible, his mouth brushing hers, his tongue teasing the seam between her lips.
Her wanting moan said she liked his move. She wreathed her arms over his shoulders and opened her mouth to his tongue.
Filling her was easy, reining in his lusty nature far harder. He cupped her ass but didn’t push her against his cock. Nor did he capture her boob, instead cradling her face and stroking her cheek.
She shivered and ground into him, pulling his tongue deeper, gruff noises rushing from her.
So much for tenderness. He dove in the way he wanted and she followed his lead.
They stepped to the right and the left, trying to get closer, even turning a slow circle during their attempts. Wasn’t enough.
He tore his mouth free. “We need to get naked.”
“You think?” Max stroked his cock, he and Andy already nude.
Forgetting himself, Devlin ripped off his clothes, leaving Jacquie to do her thing. “Wait. I’ll help.” He yanked down her zipper until it wouldn’t budge, caught in the fabric. Fuck. “Will the dress go over your hips? Do we need to rip it off?”
“No.” She stepped back, her hand out to stop his advance. “I’ll get it.” She fiddled with the fastener t
hen lowered it. After stepping away from her gown, she kept her distance and took off her earrings, placing them on a counter to the side.
Devlin pointed to her heels. “Can you keep those on?”
“Not in water.” She left them next to the earrings.
Before she could say no to anything else he suggested, he swept her into his arms. “You’ve been playing hard.” He held her closer. “We need to clean you up.”
She slipped her arm around his shoulder. “I thought you liked me being dirty.”
Laughing, he carried her into the shower, Andy and Max racing after him, voyeurs likely behind the portholes. So let them. Devlin didn’t care.
He let her down and rested his forehead against hers. “How do you like your shower? Hot? Warm? Gentle? Vigorous?”
“Like spring rain.” She stroked his bristly cheeks. “Gentle and warm.”
He spoke to the others. “You heard her. Hit the controls.”
Neither did.
“I’ll get it.” She stepped toward a panel bearing more dials than the cockpit in a jet.
Devlin clasped her arm and pulled her back. “We’ll both do it.”
She gave him an odd look.
Okay, he wasn’t known for being laid-back or helpful, but he enjoyed making her happy.
Before they reached the panel, Max punched the correct buttons and turned the dials.
Numerous showerheads streamed water over and past them, the flow hitting Andy’s face. He blinked.
Showerheads at waist level next sprayed on them, the water coolish.
Jacquie shivered.
“Here.” Devlin wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back. “Better?”
“Oh yeah.”
For him too, his cock nestled between her legs, aroused as fuck, comforted too.
“My turn.” Max stole her from Devlin and directed her to a small door in the tile wall. “What’s in there?”
“Supplies. Soap, rubbers, cuffs, the usual.”
Devlin pulled Max away and grabbed the cuffs, soap, lube, and rubbers, wishing he had a pocket to store them in. A shelf to the side, away from the spray, caught his attention. He dropped everything on it, except for the cuffs, and faced her. “Put out your hands.”
“Gonna frisk me?”
And then some. “What do you think?”
Snickering, she held out her wrists.
He cuffed her better than a seasoned cop and led her to the nearest showerhead, draping the cuffs over it, confining her and exposing her nudity.
Her skin glowed from the balmy heat, water pearling on her hair and bush.
The sight humbled, thrilled, and brought him to his knees. He cupped her ass and pressed his mouth to her cunt.
She moaned.
Loving the sound, he dragged his tongue over her erect nub, its salty flavor delighting him, her natural fragrance incomparable, no perfume or soap coming close.
He enjoyed her as he hadn’t before, surprised he’d been able to wait so long to taste her slit and folds. After giving each his ardent attention, he suckled her clit.
Her throaty cry tore through the shower. She rattled the cuffs.
Tightening his grip, he ate her at his leisure, through her gasps, shouts, and wriggling until she shuddered and her knees sagged.
On his feet, he sheathed himself then simultaneously lifted her while coaxing her legs around his hips, and plunged his cock inside her cunt, driving into her depths.
His breath petered out and wouldn’t come back. No biggie. He could breathe later. This was too fine to miss.
She suckled his shoulder, biting him lightly.
He grinned and pumped, pouring his full might into it, the warmth and stimulation her pussy generated unmatched, the closeness was nice too. Laughing with her and her teasing him made fucking far better. Phenomenal, in fact. His balls spasmed and his cock couldn’t stand another stroke. He brought them to climax faster than he wanted to or should have, but hell, he was no martyr.
Woozy and panting, he eased her down and flopped on the shower floor, water sprinkling him. As long as the drain didn’t clog and drown him, he was good.
Max kicked his shoulder. “Move.”
The damn place had more square footage than Devlin’s three-car garage. Enough room for everyone. “Why?”
“So I can release Jacquie.”
Shit. Devlin had forgotten about her here as he had in the black room. He was a selfish prick, but would do better. “Sorry.” He forced himself to a sitting position, scooted back, and sagged against the wall.
Rather than freeing Jacquie, Max and Andy soaped her, paying particular attention to her boobs, cunt, and ass.
What should have been Devlin’s job, her newest moans reserved for what he did.
Later. Eyes closed, he forgot about everything except rest.
Andy wasn’t thrilled having Max’s help washing Jacquie, but the alternative was for them to duke it out. Acting like a fool and possibly losing the fight while she watched wasn’t a prudent course.
Her earlier mood still worried him. He didn’t believe a hard floor brought on her sorrow, but couldn’t imagine what had. If she hadn’t liked what he’d done in the black room, she would have said something. A shrinking violet she wasn’t. If her cunt and anus stung from too much carnal activity, she wouldn’t be blubbering ‘more, more’ as Max washed both spots.
Andy didn’t get her transformation from perky to dismal and hoped it was a fleeting thing like having to belch then doing so and everything returned to normal.
He soaped his palms and glided them over her boobs, puckering her nipples, the water helping. If they stayed in here much longer they’d shrivel.
Not wanting to leave, he washed away the sweet-scented bubbles, tongued her right nipple into his mouth and suckled gently.
Her prolonged sigh said she liked what he did.
So did he and sucked harder.
Her breathing grew irregular. She pushed into him.
Loving both boobs equally, he next licked her neck.
She laughed then gasped.
Startled, he pulled back. She couldn’t have seen a voyeur, the porthole glass was too dark, the steam thick, obscuring everything. Oh hell. A patron couldn’t have waltzed in. Andy looked over his shoulder. Vaporous plumes and nothing else greeted him. “What?”
“Max. Gawd.”
He’d gone down on her as Devlin had, bringing her to a quick orgasm, then sheathed himself, and entered her.
Andy tapped his foot, tired of being the third fucking wheel. After sheathing himself, he waited. Like always.
Didn’t take Max long to sap his strength. Puffing hard, he sank to the floor at her feet, head down, shoulders sagged.
Andy used his foot to nudge Max. “Move. I need to get to Jacquie.”
Max crawled away, coming to rest on the wall opposite Devlin.
Blinking spray from his eyes, Andy lowered her hands and rubbed her arms. “Is blood rushing back into them?”
“Yeah. Thanks.” She fell against him.
He tottered but regained his balance. Arm around her waist, he led her to a wall far from the others and on the same side as the portholes—denying their audience a look—then eased her against the marble tile.
Her legs bowed and her lids fluttered. “Sitting might be better for me.”
“In a sec. You and I haven’t…”
Her eyes snapped open. “Of course, we haven’t.” She gave him a sideways look. “But we will, right?”
That was the plan. “Put your arms over my shoulders and your legs around my hips.”
Even cuffed, she had no trouble assuming the position, ankles locked, her soft heels pressed into his ass. Heaven—and then some—as he thrust his dick into her cunt.
Her head fell back softly onto the tile.
His dropped forward, her tight hold on his cock stealing his energy to do anything except love her. He pumped slow, fast, and somewhere in between unable to settle on a pace.
/> She tightened her calves around his hips and kissed him hard, her tongue so deep within his mouth he could scarcely breathe.
Now they were cooking. He fucked her savagely, as Max and Devlin would, but also as himself, giving in to tenderness.
During those moments, her kisses grew frantic, her need mushrooming, the same as his. Which brought them full circle, going at each other as if the world were ending and this was their last chance to screw.
They came as one and clung to each other, their hearts and breaths slowing.
He hugged her, liking how she rested her face against his neck. “Is there a bed anywhere in this place where people aren’t watching what goes on?”
She nodded, her nose rubbing him. “In the next room.”
“To this one?”
“Yeah.”
He kissed her cheek. “Your idea too?”
“Uh-uh. We did a survey and the patrons said they wanted a secluded place near the shower so they could play again after washing off, without getting dressed first.”
God bless them for being too lazy to traipse the halls, though Andy was hardly in a position to judge. Since earning big bucks in the band, he hadn’t been to a supermarket, waited in line any-fucking-where, or had to do the usual chores to get through his day. His team handled those things for him so he could write, rehearse, and perform.
He eased her down and took off the cuffs. “Mind if we go there now?”
“No.” She touched his chest. “Wake Max and Devlin, okay?”
If he had to. Andy turned his face to them and bellowed, “Hey, get up, we’re leaving!”
“Whoa.” She wiggled her finger in her ear. “I didn’t mean for you to shout.”
“It worked.”
The guys pushed to their feet, hair drenched, cocks soft.
Devlin scratched his pit. “Where to now?”
Jacquie pressed a button. The water shut off, the exhaust fan clearing the steam quickly. “Someplace good.”
After Andy and the others toweled her off and tended themselves, she brought them to the room. It matched the gazebo in size, the canopy bed as wide as the one there, filmy fabric cascading down the posts, everything in mauve. What Max and Devlin would call pale purple. Having artistic talents besides writing, Andy had learned the color wheel early on. A huge mistake. When he’d pointed out correct names for shades, the kids looked at him as if he’d grown a middle eye. He’d learned to shut up and keep his thoughts to himself.