by White, Sasha
Loud laughter and more smart-ass comments came as conversation turned away from Lacey to the topic of women in general, and how, at twenty-four, Craig still had a lot to learn about them.
Matt stared into his glass of whiskey and melting ice, the color reminding him of Lacey’s eyes when she’d been flirting with him. She had been flirting with him; there was no way all the sexual sparks had come off of him alone. The attraction he’d felt for her had been instant and intense, just like his anger at the thought of Craig, or anyone else, hitting on her.
Man, he had it bad.
He’d help her clean up after the party, no problem. He’d keep his hands to himself and ask her out like a true gentleman when he was done. This was one woman he didn’t want getting away.
“Dinner’s ready, boys.” Lacey’s husky voice echoed down the hallway.
The guys, eager to sample more delicious food, picked up their highball glasses. Matt led them to the kitchen.
Lacey was stationed at the door to the patio. The beautiful woman was clearly a sexual creature. The sight of her full lips, and her nipples poking against her starched white shirt, made Matt’s cock twitch and his palms itch. Keeping his hands off her tonight was going to be hard. Well, he grimaced mentally, “hard” seemed to be the theme of the night anyway.
Earlier, he’d felt he was getting somewhere when she’d made that bet with him. He swore he saw visions of personal massages and oral sex swimming around in her steady gaze. Then she’d shot him down with cleaning duty. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he didn’t know where he stood with a woman. And it only made him want her more.
Lacey had pulled the curtains shut across the sliding glass doors so the men couldn’t see what awaited them.
“Follow me, gentlemen.” She steadied herself, then led the way outside and to the side of the deck.
She stopped several feet from the picnic table and turned sharply on her heel when someone uttered the first surprised gasp.
“Oh, God,” Brian said in awe.
Lacey watched as each man stopped dead and stared at the feast. She tamped down her own raging hormones and forced herself to breathe. This was the critical moment in the night. It would set the tone and tell her if Ambrosia could count these influential men as part of her client list.
Lilting oriental music filled the air, and several lanterns gave the small area at the side of the deck a warm, intimate glow. Centered in the dimly lit area stood the picnic table, its crisp white linen cloth contrasting sharply with the tanned skin of the body stretched out on top of it.
Sushi, sashimi, and tempura-battered veggies and prawns covered Beth’s bare flesh. Colored flower petals and leaves strategically littered her breasts and belly, while a small porcelain plate with pickled ginger and wasabi waited in the juncture of her thighs, hiding just enough of her hairless pussy to tease.
Lacey waved a hand at the picnic table. “Well, gentlemen. Sit.” A buzz hummed through her as the men began to grin like kids in a candy store. The wonderment on their faces told her she’d already succeeded in making this party memorable. “This is Beth, gentlemen. She’s my assistant, and she’s happy to be able to make your meal most enjoyable.”
As the men circled the table, Lacey tried not to smirk at the guilty pleasure clearly stamped on their faces, the hedonistic feast captivating and arousing them. She relaxed, letting the testosterone-filled air seep into her pores and getting her own inner juices flowing.
Once the men seated themselves around the table, Lacey placed a heated cloth in each of their hands. Without thinking, she caught Matt’s eye. He’d been looking at her, not the Nyotai Mori-style dinner. Her breath caught in her throat at the look in his eyes, and she suddenly realized there was much more to gain than a client list. She’d felt the sexual tension between them, but his eyes held more than lust in them. She saw pride, and . . . affection?
Feeling just a little bit shaken, she waved a hand over Beth’s still form and stepped back. “Bon appétit.”
This is dinner, gentlemen. Not dessert.” Lacey’s voice was laced with humor, and her eyes twinkled when she met Matt’s gaze.
Craig lifted his hand from where his finger traced the curve of Beth’s breast and reached for a slice of salmon sashimi. Matt’s lips twitched, and he shared a soundless laugh with Lacey. Their silent communication was swift and sure. And something he’d never felt with another.
By the time the food was almost gone, the men’s “serving dish” hadn’t moved an inch. The only sign that Beth was a real woman was the minute rise and fall of her chest, the way her nipples deepened in color and tightened whenever anyone reached for another bit from that area, and the hint of female arousal that tainted the air.
Yet, it wasn’t the sight of the naked woman on the table that made Matt’s heart pound and his dick throb. It was the clothed woman who stood five feet away—aloof, yet radiating a tightly leashed aura of power.
Lacey moved forward. “Everyone had enough?”
Brian made a show of chasing the last oyster across Beth’s belly. He dug it out from beneath the dip bowl right over Beth’s pussy, then lifted it flamboyantly high in the air before dropping it onto his tongue. As he swallowed, he moaned in pleasure and wagged his eyebrows at Lacey. “What’s for dessert?”
As the others laughed and looked to Lacey for answers, Matt fought the growl building inside him. Brian wasn’t flirting with Lacey. He was getting married in three days. He was no threat.
Besides, it was obvious all the guys were pretty focused on the naked woman in front of them, and the option for dessert.
When Lacey walked toward Brian with a sinful grin on her face and a tray in her hands, Matt clenched his jaw so hard he felt pain. Why was she smiling at Brian like that? She should have eyes only for him.
He closed his eyes at the thought. Jesus! He gave himself a mental head shake. He needed to get a grip, and fast.
“If the rest of the group will step aside for a few moments, Brian, since you’re the groom-to-be, you can help me get dessert ready.”
The men did as she asked, watching as Lacey set the tray by Beth’s feet and unloaded a bowl of steaming water.
She handed Brian a clean white cloth. “I’ll collect all the dishes while you clean up our ‘serving tray.’ ” She started picking up the platters.
Brian just stood there.
“Go on man,” Craig urged. “Clean her up.”
Steve and Rob chimed in with their encouragement, but Matt took another step backward and tried not to breathe fire when Brian leaned in and whispered something in Lacey’s ear.
Lacey smiled and assured Brian that touching Beth, and washing her everywhere—even with his tongue if he wanted—was exactly what she’d had in mind. “Beth volunteered for this, Brian. It’s a fantasy of hers to be the center of attention for a group of men.”
She walked away, hands full of dirty plates and half-full bowls of soy sauce, wishing she could’ve stayed and helped Brian, but knowing tonight was work, not play.
She set the dirty dishes on the kitchen counter and grabbed the prepped dessert tray from the fridge. When she stepped onto the deck, Matt immediately took the tray from her.
“Where do you want it?”
Before answering, Lacey glanced around. It pleased her to see that the rest of the men had crept closer to where Brian was “cleaning off” Beth, yet no one but him was touching her. It was almost as if they were afraid she’d take away their treat if they misbehaved. Beth was being the perfect centerpiece and hadn’t moved, except to spread her legs for him, so Lacey focused her attention on Matt.
“Over there, but not yet.” She stepped around him, staying close and lightly trailing her fingertips over his bulging bicep. “First I want to get a better feel for you.”
“Feel away,” he said, his voice stoking the fire between her thighs.
Lacey scraped a fingernail across the back of his neck and sighed at his slight shiver. She stopped
at his side and leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his arm. She brought her mouth close enough to his ear so her breath would tickle him. “So responsive, Matthew. Do you have a sensitive neck?”
His throat worked as he swallowed. “I seem to have sensitive ‘everything’ where you’re concerned.”
Orgasmic moans traveled on the night air, over and above the hushed murmuring of the men by the picnic table.
Matt started to turn.
“Don’t look!” Lacey commanded. “Look at me instead.”
He met her gaze, and Lacey clearly saw the inner struggle in him. He’d surprised even himself by obeying her, by standing so still while she touched and teased him.
She smiled and cupped his jaw, desperately wanting to kiss him. Instead, she ran her thumb over his bottom lip and took a deep breath. It was time to let him know what she was all about.
“Poor, Matthew. Big, strong, and cocky enough to think he’d never need to take direction from a woman in order to please her. I can see you want me.” She ran her other hand up his thigh, cupping the hardness of his erection through his jeans, measuring him, teasing them both. “I can feel how much you want me. But the only way you can have me is to let me teach you how to please me.”
It was one of the most difficult things Lacey had ever done, but she stepped back and waited for his reaction. Beth’s pleasure cries grew louder, but Lacey refused to look, or stop them, unless she heard the safe word.
Heat arched between Lacey and Matt, him standing rigid, still holding the tray, and her standing directly in front of him, waiting. Neither of them moved, nor spoke, as Beth’s cries reached a crescendo and the men cheering her lifted their voices even higher.
A deep trembling started in Lacey’s muscles at the fire in Matt’s eyes. Unable to wait any longer, she said, “When you’re ready,” and started toward the picnic table.
With the men surrounding her, a smiling Beth had her eyes closed.
“Is she clean enough to eat off of, Brian?” Lacey asked.
“Oh, yeah, she’s clean enough to eat, period.”
The men laughed, and Lacey forced out a small chuckle. She really didn’t feel like laughing, especially when Matt stepped up beside her and set the tray on the edge of the table.
“Okay, boys, have a seat again.”
While the men arranged themselves around the table, Lacey stroked Beth’s hair back from her forehead and cupped the sides of her head. Bending forward, she whispered in Beth’s ear, “Are you okay?”
Beth’s eyelids lifted, and her unfocused gaze met Lacey’s. “Oh, yes, mistress. Please continue.”
Lacey bent lower and pressed her lips to Beth’s soft ones. All five men remained silent, watching the play between the women. The heat of their gazes ignited Lacey’s arousal, turning it from a banked fire to a steady flame.
She smiled and picked up the dessert tray. Balancing it on the palm of one hand, she walked around the table and set bowls of peeled and sliced fruit in front of the men. Peaches, grapes, mangoes, figs. A couple of aerosol cans of whipped cream joined them, along with crystal dishes full of chocolate or caramel.
While vigorously shaking an aerosol can, she tilted it and sprayed cream over Beth’s perky, hard-nippled breasts. She strolled down the table, her arm held above the men’s heads, raining fluffy white cream along Beth’s belly, pooling a bit at the juncture of her thighs.
She snagged a slice of mango, dipped it into the whipped cream covering Beth’s shaved pussy, and held it to her lips.
“A simple dessert, boys, but one I’m sure you’ll enjoy.”
The men needed no further encouragement. They reached for food and started playing it all over Beth’s body. Craig added some chocolate to the cream over Beth’s pussy before dragging a banana through it. He smirked just a little as he nudged the fruit through the cream. The banana bumped against Beth in a way that made her thighs twitch and tremble, her low moan echoing over the group.
Lacey watched as Matt picked up a peach slice and slid it through the sauces smeared across Beth’s left breast. To Lacey’s surprise, he turned his gaze straight into her eyes before trailing his tongue up the fruit and suckling it before pushing it into his mouth.
Her insides clenched, and now her thighs trembled in response. To hell with making him wait, since she didn’t want to wait anymore.
She strolled to the end of the table and stood by Beth’s head, stroking the soft hair spread out around the woman’s shoulders with her fingers. She smiled into Beth’s eyes and slowly reached out a hand. The men froze as Lacey’s fingers clamped onto one of Beth’s hardened nipples. She lightly squeezed. When Beth arched her back and a pleasured gasp escaped her lips, Lacey winked naughtily at the men.
“It’s time for the real dessert gentlemen. I give you one rule, hands and mouths only.”
Leaning forward, she replaced her fingers with her tongue and laved Beth’s rigid nipple before sucking the nub into her mouth, enjoying the sweetness of the cream and the tartness that was Beth. She backed up and smiled wickedly at the men’s shocked faces. “Enjoy,” she said, dragging a lone finger across her bottom lip to wipe away any lingering cream.
When she returned to the kitchen, Lacey wanted desperately to look back and see if Matt was following her or playing with Beth and his friends. Instead of looking, she stepped to the side and stood with her back to the wall, eavesdropping. Though she’d gotten a good “feel” for the group and didn’t think the guys would get out of control, she still wanted to be within hearing distance in case Beth called out the safe word. After all, it was Lacey’s responsibility to make sure nothing happened to the girl.
Plus, her knees were trembling so badly she needed the wall’s support. She didn’t know why she’d insisted on taunting Matt earlier. Well, other than the fact that touching and teasing him so openly made her knees weak and her pussy drool.
Shit! She’d probably blown it.
He stepped through the open door. When he saw her, he immediately invaded her space, pressing her into the wall with his body.
Hands planted against the wall on either side of her head, he swooped down and covered her lips with his own. His tongue thrust into her mouth, delving deep, tasting her, marking her, and making her moan. She pulled him closer.
His strong fingers wrapped in her hair, and he pulled back slightly, nibbling and suckling at her lips. For a brief moment, Lacey wanted to fight him, to master him, and she pushed against his shoulders, trying to regain control.
A low growl rumbled up from him. He grabbed her hands, pinning them to the wall above her head, and held them in place with one of his. With his other hand, he cupped her jaw and tilted her head to the side, running his teeth down her neck and nipping at her ear.
“You have been driving me crazy all night. And as much as I loved watching you run the show outside, it’s not going to happen in here.” He bit her bottom lip, then spoke slowly and clearly when she pulled back. “If you want me to stop, just say so, and I’ll walk away.”
She said nothing.
Matt used his free hand to grope one of her breasts through her shirt, his fingers scraping across the nipple, then shoved one of his knees between her thighs, making her mind go blank with lust. Her body took over, and she rubbed against his hard leg, her clit swelling, reaching for what friction it could get from her damp panties and his denim-covered muscle.
She lifted a leg and wrapped it around his hip, tugging him closer. She heard Beth’s cries of pleasure getting louder, and they fuelled her own arousal. She bit down on his neck, then laved the bite with her tongue. A moan escaped her lips as she uncontrollably rubbed her body against his. “God, yes. Hurry, Matt . . . I can’t wait any longer.”
Groaning, he released her hands and yanked her skirt up around her waist. Seizing her ass cheeks, he lifted her and used his hips to keep her braced to the wall.
Their foreheads pressed together. Lacey gazed into his eyes and panted, trying to catch her
breath while undoing his zipper at the same time. With an impatient grunt, she finally shoved down his jeans past his hips and wrapped her fingers around his cock.
“Ahhh . . .” Their sighs and groans of pleasure mingled as she squeezed and felt him throb in her hand. “Now, Matt,” she commanded breathlessly.
He reached between them and shoved aside her thong, dipping a finger inside her wetness. “You’re so ready for me,” he said, awe coloring his voice as he added another finger.
“Yes . . . you . . . now . . .” Once Matt removed his hand from her, Lacey placed the head of his cock at her entrance and thrust her hips forward, taking him inside.
He sank his body fully into hers. Once again, he held her wrists to the wall, then met her gaze. “I’m willing to take instruction from time to time, but we both know I can please you without it.”
He began to move, thrusting in and out, fast and hard. Lacey’s back hit the wall, but she didn’t care, as long as he kept fucking her. Her insides tightened and the fire in her belly spread outward. Her nipples scraped against his heaving chest, and his hot breath dusted across her skin. With a whimper on her lips, she closed her eyes and every muscle in her body strained toward release.
Matt’s mouth came down on hers. He bent his knees, slightly changing the angle of his entry, pushing her over the edge.
When the fireworks inside her body subsided and she came back to herself, she grew aware of his hands gripping her hips and his cock twitching inside her. He fought to catch his own breath.
After a few moments of contented silence, broken only by another round of Beth’s orgasmic cries and the mingling cheers and groans from the men outside, Matt pulled back. “If we do this—this relationship thing—is Beth a part of the package?”
She looked at him, wondering if he wanted her to be. “Actually, no. She’s a submissive, but not mine. She belongs to a close friend who’s into that lifestyle. I’ve dabbled at being Dominant, but for me, it’s an escape, not a lifestyle. They both know this, and since one of Beth’s ultimate fantasies was to be the center of attention for a group of strangers that she’d never see again, I asked if she’d be willing to take part in tonight’s party.” She bit her lip, then unwrapped her legs from around his waist, feeling the need to distance herself a bit. “You’d just be getting me.”