by Rena Marks
Then Aric was at her side, kissing her cheek lingeringly. “Will you stay the night after dinner, sweet?”
“Aric, I didn’t bring any clothes for my visit. I thought I’d head home.”
“I don’t want to waste any precious minutes of my time,” he said, kissing the inside of her wrist. “I bought you a closet of clothes while you spent the afternoon with Beau. What you don’t like, we can return.”
She stared at him incredulously, making him bark with laughter.
“A drop in the bucket for me, I assure you. And I had fun picking them out. Will you come and see?”
She nodded and he escorted her upstairs to his bedroom. Sure enough, one side of the walk-in master closet was lined with feminine clothing.
Dramatic clothing. Dark colors and of course, greens. To complement her red hair.
He had excellent taste. There wasn’t a single item that didn’t appeal to her.
Aric pulled her from the closet, leading her back into his bedroom. He showed her a chest of drawers, which contained silky underthings folded neatly against his own. Then, to the bathroom, where makeup and lotions and female vanities lined the glass shelving.
“You’re moving me in,” she commented slowly. Her heart raced, thrilled at the prospect until she realized he only did it to jump ahead of Beau. Instantly her elation dropped.
He turned her toward him. “No pressure. Alternate things in case you decide to stay here with me, rather than your own place. As often as you like, or not at all if you don’t feel like it. And you don’t even have to stay in the master bedroom. I can move your things to a guestroom if you’re more comfortable. My car is always available to whisk you to your apartment.”
The strain eased from her face and she curled her arms around his neck, pulling him toward her. “Thank you,” she whispered. Now that the pressure was gone, she was grateful for his gifts.
Or would be once she was ensconced in her own room, that is. Of course if she was in her own room she’d be showing her gratitude in a different way. Her body was strung tight from all the kisses and touches she had shared with Beau today and she was ready to jump Aric. If they were alone, which they were not.
Rafe and Francesca were there. Sara bit her lip, feeling uncomfortable at the thought.
“What is it?” Aric asked.
“It’s nothing.”
“Of course there’s something. You can tell me anything. Come, reveal all before we join Rafe and Francesca.”
“It’s just that, well, they’re your friends. But they make me, um, slightly uncomfortable.”
Aric’s face froze, with what emotion she couldn’t tell.
“How so?”
“I don’t know. They just do.”
“I think I know why. Come with me.”
He pulled her by the hand down the long corridor.
“Where are we going?”
“To see them. To pinpoint why you’re uncomfortable.”
“I know why, Aric. Let go.”
He refused to let her go, pulling her along with him. “I know why also, sweet, and I’m sure the real reason is very different from what you’re thinking.”
“I just don’t know them very well and it’s the way they look at me.”
“As if they know you?”
She stopped. “Exactly.”
“Perhaps they know more about you than you realize?”
“What do you mean?”
“That’s what you’re going to find out. Come along.”
Without giving her a chance, he pulled her again, this time not stopping until they reached a lower wing of the house. Directly ahead was a doorway and before they entered it, Aric said one last thing.
“They make you uncomfortable because they remind you of how you really are. Sensual, adventurous, a little on the kinky side.”
Entering the doorway, he strode directly into a bedroom.
Sara gasped, unable to believe her eyes.
Francesca sat in an armchair, naked, both thighs thrown over the arms.
Rafael’s dark head was positioned between them and he didn’t bother to look up.
Sara closed her eyes and Aric’s fingers dug roughly into her shoulders. “Open them,” he commanded.
Her eyes flew open, looking at him but not toward the center of the room. He forced her body to turn to face Rafe and Francesca.
“Mmmm,” Francesca greeted. She raised her hands to her pale breasts. Black-tipped fingernails contrasted against the cream of her skin. She cupped her own breasts, plucking at a nipple with one hand.
Aric moved behind Sara, pulling her to him and wrapping his arms around her. She leaned back against his chest and surprisingly, felt protected instead of trapped while he forced her to watch the naughty scene before her.
Rafael’s head turned toward Sara and Francesca made a sound of protest, then lowered her hand to insert her own black-tipped glossy fingernail into her swollen, shiny labia.
“Like what you see, Sara?” Rafe asked.
A dim part of her brain realized that she was actually turned on by the erotic sight of naked people. The scent in the air was of pure, straight sex and the smell seemed to permeate her nostrils, triggering her own sheath to heat.
She stared, not even answering. Rafe slowly reached for his burgeoning member, shining purple through the nest of black coarse hair that surrounded it. He slid his palm up its thick length and the expression that stole across his face was pure ecstasy.
Her vagina clenched with excitement. How she longed to come in contact with that thick, veiny stalk. To inhale its scent, to…taste it. His testicles were huge. Heavy, weighted balls that she wanted to suckle as he groaned and squirmed beneath her lips.
Her wicked thoughts nearly caused her to convulse and she fought to keep from squeezing her thighs together to pleasure her own swollen labia.
Aric reached into the waistband of her pants. She made a small sound of protest, an effort only.
“Sssh,” he said, into her ear.
His finger delved into her wet cleft, feeling the hot, honeyed slickness for himself.
It occurred to Sara that he knew in that moment, knew how much watching Rafe and Francesca excited her.
Rafe watched Aric’s hand slide into her clothing with the barest semblance of a smile on his face. Then he turned his attention back to Francesca and pulled her hips forward, nearly off the chair.
With her legs thrown over the arms, her entire bottom was displayed for their pleasure. Her wet, swollen flesh looked pink and tender and she eagerly moved her finger from deep inside to find her enlarged clitoris.
With her index finger, she rubbed sensuous circles around and around the hard nub.
Rafe aimed his thick cock for her nether lips and plunged in to the hilt.
Sara almost came, her hips thrusting at Aric’s finger. He pressed his finger against her clitoris comfortingly and they studied Rafael’s muscular globes as he ground into Francesca. He hammered into her frantically, pound and release, over and over, his muscular buttocks moving to a sensual beat.
“Would you like to caress his ass?” Aric whispered in her ear.
She violently shook her head, eyes wide.
Aric gave a short laugh and then frantically circled her clitoris in time to Francesca’s own manipulations.
It pushed her over the edge and she exploded from his masturbation.
“Ohhh,” she moaned and the sound of her deep, rich voice filled with ecstasy seemed to push Rafael and Francesca into their own shuddering climaxes.
“Ohmigod,” Francesca screamed.
“Fuck,” Rafael groaned, emptying his seed deep into her womb.
Aric casually removed his hand from Sara’s pants and she watched, horrified as he brought it up to his face to inhale deeply.
Then he picked her up and carried her over to the huge, empty bed.
“What are you doing?” she asked, panicked, not knowing whether she meant him sniffing his fingers or depos
iting her on their bed.
“It’s their turn to watch, since you don’t seem to be ready to let them join in.”
Chapter Five
Sara was silent for a moment and Aric began to undress her, pulling off each article of clothing piece by piece.
“This is why they make you uncomfortable, sweet,” he said and her eyes cut to Rafe and Francesca, mortified that he spoke in front of them.
“You are uncomfortable with the idea of the pleasure we could have. The idea of what actually turns you on. Strangers. Foursomes. Voyeurism.”
She was naked now, but hotter than she’d ever been. His words were such a turn-on and she found she enjoyed displaying a show for Raphael and Francesca.
Aric pulled a couple of pillows from on top of the bed and slid them under her hips. Then he spread her legs wide.
She tried to cower from the splayed-out position, but his hands locked on her thighs, keeping her still. Rafael and Francesca made their way to the bed, sitting on top of it for a close-up view, but not touching.
“Uh-uh, that’s not fair,” Francesca chided as Sara fought to close her legs. “You saw mine. And remember how hot it got you?”
Remember? It had taken her less than a minute to come in Aric’s hand.
It was a challenge, female to female.
Sara relaxed against Aric’s large hands and helped raise her hips while she looked directly into Francesca’s eyes.
Rafael sucked in his breath and Aric’s eyes glazed over.
“Holy shit,” Rafe said, his voice deep and sounding like sex. “Aric, taste her for me.”
Aric dipped his head and Sara shuddered at the pass of his tongue.
It was the most intense liquid heat, a skilled masterful tongue seeking and tasting and pleasuring at the same time.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, breaking her eye contact with Francesca. Sara’s face stiffened in sensual pleasure. White-hot delight rushed through her body, invading every cell, flushing through every organ.
“Mmmm,” Francesca moaned. “I know just what she’s feeling.”
Aric shifted his head back for a moment so he could use both hands to spread apart her labia, like opening the petals of a rose.
Her clitoris popped out of its hood.
“Christ,” Rafe said, reaching out with a trembling hand.
“Don’t touch,” Aric said sharply. “Not unless she agrees to it.”
“Then let’s get you out of your clothes,” Rafe said to him, his eyes on Sara’s.
From behind Aric, Rafe’s hands came around Aric’s chest to begin unbuttoning his silk shirt.
Sara nearly squealed, it was so erotic. To see a man’s masculine hands baring Aric’s sexy chest, the buttons sliding from their slots, one by one, inch by inch more slick skin revealed, while he held her most intimate flesh spread apart for all to see.
When he’d finished with the buttons, Rafe tugged the material over Aric’s broad shoulders, one at a time, while Aric replaced each hand holding Sara. The shirt hit the floor with a whisper of silk, revealing all the firm muscles beneath.
It was a good thing Aric was staring at her, awaiting her reaction instead of licking at her flesh, because she would have exploded when Rafe wrapped his hands around Aric’s waist to unbuckle his pants.
Oooh, big hands, definitely masculine, sprinkled with sexy hairs, reaching around and sliding the zipper down. Lord, did his hand brush Aric’s erection?
Aric’s underwear matched his black pants. Sleek and sexy.
Rafe slowly pushed Aric’s pants down over his hips, exposing his underwear fully. There was one less layer over the swollen bulge. Then, he inserted his fingers into the waistband and…
Tugged.
Aric’s manhood sprang forth, huge and long and so incredibly hard her mouth watered. She could almost smell the palpable lust in the air, the white-hot need.
Then he leaned over her and caught her exposed clitoris between his lips.
He pulled at the hard organ, elongating it with his mouth. Her sex creamed, feeling as though it would leak onto the bed beneath her.
She writhed beneath the incredible sensations of his talented mouth and thought of the cock that would soon be filling her empty channel.
He took pity on her and let her come. She exploded into his mouth and he gave her just a couple of moments to recover.
“You’re wet enough to take all of me,” he muttered hoarsely and reached for the condom Raphael passed him. Then he slid himself right in.
He filled her up.
He paused, both of them getting used to the sensation of being so intimately joined. Then he slid his thrust back out, almost all the way.
And slammed back in.
Hard testicles slapped against the sensitive skin between her vagina and anus as he rode her hard.
She’d forgotten about Raphael and Francesca. She glanced around to see if they still watched but they were busy pleasuring each other, Francesca on top of Rafe, her legs spread wide in a sixty-nine. Sara could see Rafe’s tongue as it flicked against the woman’s bare, reddened flesh, over and over rhythmically.
And then Aric’s strokes brought her to completion again. She held him close to her as her orgasm hit, stroking his sweaty back, and his lips sought hers. He tasted of Aric, masculinity and lust. A hot combination that completed her orgasm and sent her to frantically milking his.
He thrust the entire time throughout his own orgasm and she could feel each spurt of his seed through the condom as his cock emptied.
After several minutes of catching their breath, Aric picked her up and carried her back to his own bed, leaving an exhausted Francesca and Rafael breathing heavily in a tangled heap of arms and legs.
Naked through the hallways they passed, silent, her head curled into his chest. His heart beat in her ear, his skin warm against her cheek.
“Wrong room,” she said when they arrived at his. “I’d moved into the guestroom, remember?”
“I’m not letting you sleep alone. I can only imagine you waking and thinking all kinds of recriminating thoughts about what just happened.”
“What did just happen?”
“We enjoyed ourselves with old friends. Who happen to love you.”
“I’ve never…”
“I know. But you were made for this, Sara. You’re highly sensual, it comes naturally to you to be so erotic. You’re just afraid of the unknown, but I’ll teach you to enjoy yourself. One day you’ll be more than ready to join in.”
He put her in the bed and crawled in beside her, pulling her into him. His body was warm as it spooned her and the room was so incredibly dark.
He was hard and comforting and she loved being wrapped in his arms, his sex pressed intimately against the smooth curve of her buttocks.
She was pleasantly drifting, every now and then he’d nuzzle his stubbled cheek comfortingly against the top of her head.
But she was alone when she woke. She lay in bed a long time, her face buried in his pillow as if she could inhale his scent, before getting up to look around. Aric was nowhere to be found and it was nearly noon.
Her stomach rumbled and she took a quick shower. He’d placed her own things in there, but the shower gel that coexisted with hers smelled like him. She breathed it in deeply, wondering where he was. She wound her way down hallways, letting her nose lead her to the kitchen overripe with aromas of food.
“Good morning, miss. Master Aric instructed me to let you sleep and to take care of you when you woke.”
Sara turned to see a butler straight out of an old-time movie, standing stiff and tall.
“Are you hungry?” he continued.
She nodded.
“Come then. This way.”
Sara paused, her hand on his arm. “Rafael and Francesca…”
“They haven’t yet risen,” the butler told her.
She was slightly relieved as she let him lead her into the kitchen, although she wondered how late they would sleep. She didn
’t know how she would act when she saw them.
She had brunch by herself, still wondering where Aric might be. But too proud to ask. Still, it was Saturday, maybe he worked weekends, she’d never asked. And she didn’t want to be a bother.
After eating, Sara sat at the bay window, looking out at the gray skies. She didn’t have to work today, but she should be thinking about getting home. She had her own place, she reminded herself. It was just so relaxing to be here, to have others care for her, to not be lonely. Besides, tonight she had to call Beau.
She looked up as high heels entered the room, the clicking against the hard floor striding directly toward her.
“Good day, Sara,” said Francesca. She smiled warmly, as if nothing had happened out of the ordinary last night.
“Good afternoon,” Sara responded although it was still early. Francesca sat next to her on the window seat.
Sara’s face was tight and she tried to force it into a semblance of normalcy.
“Are you feeling all insecure inside?” Francesca asked.
Sara smiled tightly. “A little.” She turned back toward the window and finally asked the question that had been plaguing her. “Where’s Rafe?”
Francesca put her hand out to rub Sara’s back. “That’s why I came in by myself. We didn’t want to overwhelm you. He’s working still,” she said.
She continued to rub and Sara gradually began to relax. Her taut neck muscles began to melt under Francesca’s magic touch.
“You never have to do anything you don’t want to do,” Francesca reminded softly. “If it makes you more comfortable to not speak of it, we’ll do that. If you want to laughingly joke about it, we’ll do that. We’ll let you lead and we’ll follow.”
“I appreciate it,” Sara said and to her own ears, her voice sounded small.
“But before you tell me you don’t want to ever talk about it, I have to say something,” Francesca said laughingly. “You have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen.” Her voice wasn’t a come-on, she was stating a fact, as one friend would confide to another. “When we dress for dinner, I think you should wear something strapless. Something to accentuate them. What do you think? I’ll help you pick it out, it’ll be fun.”