by Davis, Jo
Robbed of speech, Alex dipped his head once.
Their lover moved behind Alex and took the small tube of gel, slicking two fingers. Fascinated, Liv stepped forward, drawn by the sight of her beautiful men together. One submitting to the other.
Both carrying out her wishes.
Jason parted her husband’s cheeks, teased his puckered entrance. Then gently began to push inside.
“Oh, God,” Alex whispered, head falling back. His eyelids were at half-mast, dazed, lips parted.
Jason kissed his shoulder, working deeper. Opening him. “Easy, babe. Just let yourself relax. Let go.”
Flames ignited in Liv’s sex. The room was suddenly too hot, and she unbuttoned her blouse, never taking her attention from the decadent scene before her as the garment slid to the floor. Alex moaned, arching into Jason’s hand, seeking more of the younger man’s skillful caresses.
“You’re ready now.” Jason withdrew his fingers, chuckling at his captive’s distressed whimper, and smeared the excess lube on the plug. “In we go. Breathe.”
As Jason pushed the plug home, Liv had to remind herself to breathe, as well. That was . . . oh. Oh, sweet heaven, Alex was lovely this way. A sexual banquet, eager to be devoured. How could she have been blind to his needs—and her own—for so many years?
Liv removed her bra and kicked off her heels, vanquishing them to the growing pile. Jason hooked the back straps of the harness to the piece connected to the plug, effectively securing the entire unit.
“How does it feel?” Jason planted light kisses on her husband’s neck, nibbling.
“Incredible,” Alex rasped. “I can’t move without . . . ”
“Fucking yourself?”
“God, yes! I don’t know if I can take this.”
Liv stepped around to Alex’s front and took his chin in one hand, raising his head to meet her gaze. “You can, and you will. Jason, take those fur-lined cuffs from the table and fasten his hands behind his back.” She didn’t glance at Jason as he hurried to do her bidding. “Confess, my love.”
Aroused as he was, it took Alex’s brain a moment to catch up to her demand. He sucked in a sharp breath as Jason cuffed his wrists behind his back.
“I was working in the front yard, and Jase thought our paper delivery guy was a hit man. He tackled me, and we ended up in the bushes with him on top of me.”
The image was funny, but Liv didn’t laugh. Alex’s would-be killer could have easily caught him outside, unprotected, in spite of the frequent visits by the unmarked police cruiser. Shaking off what might’ve happened, she said, “Go on.”
“I thought Jase was going to kiss me, but he didn’t. I wanted him to, but didn’t know what to say. I invited him in for a beer instead.”
“Which neither of you finished,” she prompted.
“We were talking and I kept watching his mouth, wondering how he’d taste,” he said quietly, as though still amazed by this. “How he’d feel. Around and under me. I couldn’t resist anymore, so I kissed him.”
“Show me.”
Alex blinked at her. “What?”
“Show me how you kissed him.” Glancing at Jason, she waved a hand to indicate the floor.
Their lover responded swiftly, dropping to his knees, nose a scant inch from Alex’s. Waiting. Looming over Jase, Alex took the younger man’s lips in a blistering kiss. Ate his mouth, bending Jase backwards, very much the dominant despite being bound. At last, Alex pulled back, green eyes flashing with desire. Both of them were breathing hard.
Lord, they were combustible together. Her exposed nipples tingled, tightening. Wanting.
“That’s how I kissed him, Mistress.”
“And it didn’t end there. What happened next?”
“He helped me undress, and I ordered him to suck my cock.” Alex’s pupils dilated. “He did, too. Right there in the living room. Just deep-throated me until I shot so hard I thought I’d pass out.”
Liv moaned. She couldn’t help herself. “I want to see his pretty mouth on you,” she said, rolling her nipples between her fingers. “Jason, give me a demonstration, but keep him on the edge. No coming, either of you.”
Not that Alex could, his cock and balls bound to prevent it. Which was good, because the instant Jason bent and swirled the pre-cum on the tip of the flared head with his tongue, her husband gasped, looking like he might have a coronary.
Their lover suckled the crown, stroking Alex’s restrained balls with one finger. His sun-streaked head bobbed, each stroke pushing Alex deeper between his lips. Making his length wet and shiny.
“Oh yes,” she said, unzipping her pants. Pushing them off her hips and stepping out of them. “That’s so beautiful. My sexy men, so into each other.”
“Jason . . . shit! Liv, please.”
She didn’t want Jason to stop, but knew he must or her husband would implode. He might, anyway, considering what she had planned next. “All right. Jason, release him and kneel beside me.” Jason pulled off his quarry with a noisy slurp, and gave Alex a cocky grin. She’d deal with Jase in a minute and wipe the smirk away. She addressed her panting husband. “Then you took him to our room?”
“Y-yes.”
“To our bed?”
“Jesus. Yes.”
“And did exactly what to him there?”
“Fucked him, Liv. Hard and deep. I fucked him and I loved every second of it.” A shaky laugh escaped his throat.
“This concludes your confession?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“We’ve already begun your punishment, so let’s get on with it, shall we?” Reaching up, she grabbed a horizontal silver bar suspended from the ceiling by a length of chain on each end. She lowered it to shoulder level—just enough for a man to stretch himself a bit while holding on to it. Last, she gave the bar a firm tug like one would to a window shade, causing the chain to latch and hold it in place.
“Since you, dear hubby, enjoyed using our new friend as your personal toy this afternoon, it’s only fair that I do the same. While you watch, tortured, unable to participate. All right, Jason?”
Jason smiled. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Reach above you, hold on to the bar and spread your knees. Don’t let go for any reason, until I say we’re done.”
“I can’t touch you at all?” He stuck out his lower lip in an enticing pout. Adorable shit.
“My rules, my way.” She arched a brow, inviting him to challenge her. But he didn’t dare if he wanted to play, and he knew it. The power flooding her veins, mingled with raw lust, was a heady, intoxicating thing.
Jason lifted his arms, wrapped his fingers around the bar, the action stretching and bunching his muscles. The young man was all smooth lines and lean grace. A sensual delight.
All hers.
He waited, outwardly composed, but the pulse throbbing at the base of his throat belied his excitement. Crouching on all fours, Liv crawled between his spread knees and gave the head of his cock a slow lick. He shuddered, his need to touch her evident in every tense muscle, the soft intake of breath, but he kept hold of the bar.
She laved the silken underside of his length, then lower, tonguing the velvety sac. “Mmm, you taste so good.”
“Olivia, please!”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me,” he begged hoarsely. “Or shoot me. Just put me out of my misery.”
“Since I don’t have a weapon handy, I’ll take the first choice.”
In truth, she wasn’t willing to keep any of them waiting a second longer. Spinning around, she presented Jase with her backside and reached behind her, steadying his cock. Positioning the crown between the slick lips of her sex. God, it was incredible, so naughty, doing this with Alex in the same room, trussed, helpless and stimulated beyond words.
Slowly, she backed up, inching Jason into her fiery channel. He was shaking, moaning with mindless arousal, and she loved those sounds.
“God, yes. Liv, take him,” Alex gasped.
; She loved that, too. Everything she’d ever dreamed of, mutual pleasure, the freedom of fulfillment, was right here in this room. With these two men.
At last, Jason was seated to the balls. Groin to ass, his sac rubbing her wet pussy, fanning the flames. She began to move, impaling herself on his long, sleek rod. In and out. Again and again with languid strokes.
“Olivia . . .” Jason matched her tempo, thrusting, his strong thighs cradling hers.
She’d told him not to let go of the bar, but hadn’t said he couldn’t move his hips. Now she was extremely glad. He was poetry in motion, a man born to please his lovers. Every gorgeous part of him made to submit.
Faster and faster she rode him until her body sizzled, flashing hot and cold from head to toe, signaling her impending orgasm. Driven over the edge, she had no thought of holding back, but let the ecstasy wash over and through her. She stiffened, her pussy walls rippling and squeezing his cock, triggering his release.
Jason poured into her with a shout, buried himself fully inside, pulsing. Trembling. Angling to get deeper still, wave after wave electrifying them, sweeping away all reason. Her entire being was centered where they were joined. One blazing point of unfettered joy.
As the throes subsided, Liv came to her senses enough to risk a peek at Alex. He was still on his knees, but leaning back, bouncing a little, bearing down on the plug in his ass. Desire shimmered in his green eyes. And something else.
Love . . . and approval.
In that instant, Liv was never more aware that sometimes a sexual escapade was just that—it could be all about tasting the forbidden, like Alex’s liaisons with Jenna. But not always.
Sometimes sex was about reconnecting and embracing new possibilities. Me, Alex and Jason. Could it really happen?
Reluctantly, she parted from Jason, wincing as he slid from her body. The acute sense of loss took her by surprise even more than it had when Alex had watched from their bedroom next door. Because of the increased intimacy? Her growing fondness for Jason?
Turning to face the younger man, she cupped his cheeks and gave him a lingering kiss. “Thank you. That was amazing. You can let go now.”
One corner of his sexy mouth quirked up as he released the bar. “The pleasure was all mine.”
“Oh, I don’t think so,” she said, flicking a hand at a sweat-soaked Alex.
“Good God, he’s purple! Should we have mercy on him before his balls fall off?”
“Bastard,” Alex hissed.
Liv giggled. “I believe so. Otherwise he’ll be hell to live with.”
“Ladies first,” Jason said, giving them both a wide smile.
They crawled to Alex and without a word, Liv dove for his straining erection while Jason fisted his hands in her husband’s hair and yanked his head back. As their mouths fused, Liv closed her lips on Alex’s feverish cock.
She sucked him in, heard his low, desperate moan into Jason’s kisses and knew she couldn’t make him wait for very long. He’d been acquiescent to the last, so giving him relief was only fair.
With a flourish, she tore open the ring binding his sex.
“Liv!” he cried, jacking his hips toward her. Driving his cock down to her toes. “Yes!”
Salty spray pumped over her tongue, down her throat. She drank his cum, something she hadn’t done often in the last few years, but knew he loved. That alone telegraphed to Alex how she felt in the way longtime lovers communicate.
More than sex.
Connection. Giving.
Love.
Believe in us. We’re worth the fight.
Heaving, they clung together, and the unease seeped in, unwelcome. What should she say to mark such a profound moment in their healing as a couple? Their developing relationship with Jason?
“Holy fuck, I’m starving,” Alex said.
A beat of silence, then the three of them collapsed in a heap and a fit of laughter.
Happiness filled Liv to overflowing.
Guess she needn’t have worried after all.
Ten
“Jenna, I can’t. I was out for a week and I’m so far behind I’ll never get caught up if we get together tonight.”
Alex studied his junior partner’s mutinous face and sighed, leaning back in his chair and running a hand through his hair in exasperation. Goddamn, having a lover on the side was supposed to have been fun. Uncomplicated.
More and more, Jenna weighed like a stone around his neck, plunging him to the ocean floor.
Guilt assailed him. Had he led her on? No. From the first, he’d held fast that he loved his wife. Made it plain their affair was hot, no strings sex. Nothing more.
So why the theatrics?
Jenna skirted his desk, standing over him, and dipped a manicured fingernail into the part of his shirt. He’d discarded his tie hours ago, after his last appointment, and she took advantage, scoring his chest.
“I was good, you know,” she asserted. “I didn’t call again, even though I wanted to. Even though you said your cock belongs to me.”
Christ, she looked terrific with that wild red hair unbound the way he liked. Nipples poking at her sheer blouse, long toned legs stretching from her short skirt. And he’d bet his fortune she didn’t have on underwear because, God, he could smell her musk. . . .
Yeah, his traitorous dick was willing, despite the rest of him. He cleared his throat.
“I said I belong to you whenever we’re together, which we can’t be tonight.”
Anger flickered across her face. And . . . fear? Why would she be afraid?
“You’re so full of shit,” she said, retreating some. “You’ve had me and now you’re done, is that it?”
Staring at her, groin stirring, he shook his head. “No, that’s not true.” Jesus help him, he wasn’t ready to give up his sexual liberation so soon. No matter how great it had been with Liv and Jason. No matter how increasingly tangled the situation. Skimming her bare thigh, he ran his palm up, underneath her skirt.
Bare buttocks.
If only. He had far too much work to finish. And not nearly enough energy to survive Liv’s punishment. Not to mention unwittingly entertaining the bodyguard he’d hired, who lurked somewhere nearby.
“Tomorrow night?” he asked.
“The night after.” She gave him a feral smile. “Bring clothes to go out; I’ve got a surprise planned. One I know you’ll enjoy.”
“I can only imagine.”
“Is that a yes?”
“All right. Yes.” Idiot.
Leaning down, she caressed the bulge in his crotch, making it clear she knew he wasn’t hiding his need. “See you tomorrow, handsome.”
Jenna strutted out the door, and he expelled a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. The woman was sex on a fucking stick, so to speak. Funny, but he hadn’t thought of her much this past week. Out of sight, out of mind and all that. When she came on strong, however, he could use his cock to pole vault.
“Damn, Alex. Concentrate.”
Somehow, he managed to focus on his most important client’s case file. For hours, long after Danielle and everyone else had called it quits, poring over the same questions. To which Henry Boardman had pat answers.
Why had Boardman initially resisted Alex’s plan to enter a plea of not guilty to the sex-trafficking charges? He’d later taken Alex’s advice, but the oddity had stuck with him. Why hire a defense attorney to defend you, especially when that attorney was top dollar and possessed an impeccable track record in the courtroom, if you wanted to plead guilty? Well, it was Boardman’s dime.
Or was it?
Alex stared at the transcript of their initial interview as attorney and client.
Mr. Boardman, why would you want to plead guilty to these charges when the FBI has such shaky evidence, most of which is circumstantial?
A pause, while Boardman fidgets with his cuff links.
I did wrong, Mr. Quinn. I deserve to be punished.
I’m your attorney, Mr. Boardman. Anything
you say to me or my junior counsel is strictly confidential. Are you guilty of these charges?
Yes.
The eyes lied. Always.
And Boardman had been lying, at least by omission.
Oh, the man was involved in the dirty operation to his eyeballs. But if the frightened weasel of a man was the brains behind it all, he’d eat his briefcase.
In the end, he’d decided, What the hell? Every American was entitled to a defense, and Boardman would get a good one. The case was weak, which left enough doubt to appease Alex’s conscience.
Boardman would most likely get off. End of story and everyone’s happy.
Right?
Alex tossed down his pen and raised his eyes to his computer screen—
Just as the entire floor went dark.
As in pitch-fucking-black. The dying computer monitor cast an eerie glow, like the eye of a weird monster crouching in a cave. Confused for a moment, he sat, anticipating a brief power glitch. Expecting the light to return any second.
It didn’t. His heart thudded hard behind his sternum, but he wasn’t afraid of the dark. No, what freaked him out was the drone of the air conditioner thinning to a whine, the hum of electrical power one never noticed until it stopped, fading to nothing.
To absolute silence.
And Thompson, his bodyguard? Didn’t call out.
No movement. At all.
“Shit,” he breathed.
He stood as quietly as possible, groping for the edge of his desk. Feeling his way around it as his vision adjusted to the darkness. Took longer because the blinds in his office were drawn, blocking out the lights of downtown and the moon on the river.
The fact that his closing them was likely a good thing gave him a jolt. If they’d been open, he’d have been illuminated. Exposed.
A target.
Ah, fuck.
He checked the urge to yell for Thompson. Fought a wave of sickness upon realizing the man wouldn’t hear if he did. Someone was on this floor, stalking him. Preparing to finish the job they’d failed to complete a week ago.
They’re coming for me.
He had to get out of this office to have any prayer of escape. Terror threatened to freeze him in place, but that mistake would mean certain death. Forcing his legs to move, he crossed to the door, straining to see any sign of movement in the common area beyond.