The Pleasure Principle

by Calista Fox

  But there was something so enticing about the situation. This was her game. She was playing the seductress role to the hilt, and D.T. found it stimulating. He couldn’t say why for sure, other than the fact that he really and truly loved her body and enjoyed seeing her naked and drowning in ecstasy. Damn it. It turned him on to see her so passionate, so lost in the eroticism of the moment.

  Even if some other guy was touching her.

  He thought about this a moment longer as Gizelle’s small hand stroked the bulge in Trey’s pants until Trey’s eyes glowed with heat and desire and the obvious need to fuck her. Sure, there was a big part of D.T. that made him want to stand up, close the gap between them, and pound the hell out of Trey. But there was another part of him that didn’t want to budge, didn’t want to take his eyes from the couple before him. Because D.T. was wholly turned on by watching Gizelle.

  His gaze slid over her naked body, taking in the sharp slope of her shoulders, the long, graceful line of her spine, the delicate rounding of her hips and the perfect shape of her ass. Toned legs gave way to perfectly proportioned calves and feet that were ensconced in tall, black leather heels.

  She was a vision he couldn’t get enough of. Regardless of the reason for her nakedness, she still captivated him.

  And so D.T. found himself becoming slightly detached from his jealousy and rage. Maybe it was all the Scotch that now dulled his anger and made him focus more clearly on her beauty and the beauty of the moment they’d found themselves in.

  He doubted she’d grasp this strange place he’d shifted into. Then again, he didn’t intend to share it with her. No. D.T. would let her play out the entire scene. If he could seriously hold his jealousy intact, he had a feeling watching Gizelle tonight would be an incredibly erotic experience.

  Vouyerism was, after all, a big part of his life as a spy. Only this time, he got to feast his eyes on the only woman who truly stirred his senses and soul. And it was the strangest damned thing to admit, but the idea of seeing Gizelle pleasured actually turned him on all the more.

  He had no idea what that was all about. Didn’t have the clarity of mind to try to figure it out. All he knew was that, when Gizelle divested Trey of his clothing—all of his clothing—D.T. didn’t jump to his feet and demand that she stop.

  Oddly, it seemed as though he were watching a replay of himself engaged in a sexual tempest with Gizelle, because Trey looked that much like him. And maybe that, and the fuzziness that settled in his brain because of the Scotch, was what let D.T. relax a little and see how this scheme of Gizelle’s played out. After all, it remained to be seen whether she’d go all the way with Trey.

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  This isn’t working.

  The thought flitted through Gizelle’s mind as she glanced at D.T. over her bare shoulder and found him staring directly at her, a look of challenge in his black eyes. He knew what she was up to and he was willing to let her continue down this path.

  For how long? That was the question. Because, in all honesty, she’d never intended to take this game all the way. She knew she had to go to extremes to get and keep D.T.’s attention. She was playing on his emotions, pushing him to the edge in order to get him to agree to return to Earth with her.

  But he seemed almost inclined to let her continue. To cross a line she’d never really considered crossing.

  Damn him. She turned back to Trey and gave him a tight smile. “He’s obstinate,” she said in a low tone. “Did I mention that?”

  Trey grinned at her. “Looks to me like he’s enjoying the show. Now that he’s wiped the scowl off his face and he’s no longer looking at me with murder in his eyes.”

  “As though he really wants to see us together,” she said with a slight shake of her head. “I just can’t understand. Oh, hell. Of course I can understand. D.T.’s playing his own game.”

  So Gizelle continued hers. As her hands splayed across Trey’s expansive, well-defined chest, she couldn’t help but think how much the smooth skin and hard muscles reminded her of D.T.’s. Trey’s entire body, in fact, made her think of how hard and sinewy D.T.’s body was.

  The fact that she’d stripped Trey naked still surprised Gizelle, and a tingle of embarrassment, mixed with a hint of excitement, shimmied down her spine. She really didn’t have too much trouble traveling this wicked path. The heat that rose off of Trey’s skin, combined with the heated stare from D.T. that she felt to the core of her being, had Gizelle’s internal temperature boiling. The sexually charged atmosphere surrounded her—the naked limbs, the exploring hands, the teasing tongues, the plunging cocks, all of these things made Gizelle’s pulse race. Her heart hammered in her chest and her pussy throbbed with desire.

  It seemed that all of her convictions fell to the wayside. She didn’t forget her true mission, that was for certain. But she did find it easier to concentrate on the seduction, rather than lose herself all over again to the anger she’d felt because of D.T.’s refusal to return with her.

  She had the distinct feeling that she could sway him. But he was going to force her hand. He wouldn’t give in easily. And he wouldn’t make it easy for her.

  No problem, Gizelle thought as she pulled in a deep breath. Two can play this game. She cleared her mind of all thoughts and focused solely and what she had intended to accomplish when she’d set this plan in motion.

  Giving Trey a playful smile, she said, “As they say on my planet, let the games begin.”

  She leaned close to her new friend and pressed her lips to his. The kiss could have been a simple, easy, teasing one. Trey didn’t allow that. Instead, his arms wrapped around Gizelle’s waist and tightened, crushing her naked body against his, making her painfully aware of their lack of clothing. His heat and hard muscles seemed to surround her, drawing her into a warm cocoon that helped Gizelle to keep her inhibitions at bay.

  As her fingers tangled in his thick hair, she let his tongue stroke hers, and it made her heart pound even harder.

  When Trey’s hands moved from her waist and began to roam her body, she felt an internal fire that she knew innately was just the beginning of a rager that would rip through her body if she continued this seduction plan. She’d soon understand why her small ship sometimes suffered circuitry meltdown when she reentered the Earth’s atmosphere. The blazing heat could cause serious damage to her mechanical systems. And Trey’s heat just might do the same to her insides.

  Or maybe it was knowing that D.T. watched them, without interruption, that had her on fire. Was this turning him on? Driving him wild? Making him want her even more?

  Those thoughts settled in Gizelle’s brain and she found herself convinced that D.T. didn’t stop her, didn’t rip Trey’s limbs from his body and pluck his balls from between his legs, because D.T. was actually enjoying the show.

  Surprisingly, that made Gizelle even hotter.

  And determined to turn up the heat.

  Chapter Eight

  As Trey’s kiss deepened, Gizelle let all thoughts fall to the wayside. Instead, she felt his hands on her body and his hard muscles pressed against her, and the truth was that all of it felt really, really good.

  When Trey’s hands eased over her bare flesh, moving up her sides and front until he cupped her breasts and teased the nipples tight, her body tingled from head to toe with erotic pleasure. Pressing herself against Trey, she was sure she conveyed her desire for him. But another dark desire lurked in her mind.

  Dragging her mouth from Trey’s, she whispered, “I want both of you.”

  Excitement flashed in his onyx eyes. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

  Her heart hammered a little harder in her chest as Gizelle’s pulse kicked up a few notches. “How do we…?” She shook her head, not sure how to go about this. How to set a ménage a trois in action, particularly given one of the party’s extreme agitation at the game she was playing.

  Then again, if D.T. hadn’t put a stop to things by now, maybe he was more interested than she’d guessed.

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nbsp; “Leave it to me,” Trey said, breaking into her thoughts. “That way it looks like it was my idea, and he won’t hold it against you.”

  She hadn’t considered that. But Trey seemed to be an expert in this area, so she deferred to him. “Lead the way.”

  And he did. Pulling her into another all-consuming kiss, Trey’s hands went back to work on her body and Gizelle allowed him to command her passion. The mere thought of D.T. joining in, of the two men pleasuring her at the same time, was so erotically stimulating, she felt she just might jump out of her skin at the thought of it.

  When Trey shifted slightly and backed her up against a wood-paneled pillar, then pressed his body against hers, Gizelle moaned deep in her throat. His fingers caressed her skin. His tongue teased hers. And his hard cock nestled against her belly, full and smooth and demanding her attention.

  It wouldn’t be the least bit shocking in a place like this for her to kneel down and take him in her mouth. That’s what the Pleasure Clubs were all about, after all. Sexual encounters that were wholly uninhibited, enacted in view of others. Whether in the lounge or the antechambers, everyone in the club was on display for the visual pleasure of the other patrons.

  So when Trey broke their kiss and knelt between her legs, Gizelle tried not to feel self-conscious. Fought the feeling heart and soul, in fact. It wasn’t difficult, because as soon as Trey’s mouth was on her, Gizelle lost all train of thought.

  “Oh, God,” she whispered before she could stop the words from falling from her lips. Her eyelids closed and her palms pressed against the pillar behind her to steady herself.

  When Trey lifted one of her legs and draped it over his broad shoulder, effectively giving himself even greater access to every inch of her, Gizelle felt the waves of desire crash over her, pushing her steadily toward a powerful climax.

  It wasn’t just Trey’s skilled tongue on such a sensitive part of her body that sent Gizelle into sensory overload. Knowing D.T. was watching them turned her on more than she’d dreamed possible. He didn’t put a stop to the spectacle she was making of herself—if anyone was even paying attention, that was—so he must have found the peep show equally stimulating. He enjoyed seeing her in the throes of passion.

  As Trey alternated between quick flicks of his tongue on her clit and long, slow suckling with his mouth, Gizelle felt a sensual euphoria that pushed out that last, lingering bit of humility and inhibition.

  When her eyes locked with D.T.’s, excitement shot through her. His onyx eyes held a wild glint she’d never seen before. A mixture of lust and longing and something dark that she couldn’t identify, but which aroused her all the same. When Trey eased a long finger into her tight canal, while still teasing her clit with his tongue, a small cry of pleasure fell from Gizelle’s lips. Her eyelids grew heavy, but she forced them open, unable to tear her gaze from D.T.’s.

  Gizelle’s fingertips pressed against the hard pillar behind her, needing it to steady her. Her breasts felt heavy and full, achy with the need for someone to touch them. Her nipples were puckered tight, wanting attention as well. The restless feeling welling within her was a result of anticipation of the orgasm that was about to hit her any second now, as Trey’s finger stroked her wet depths and his lips closed over her clit again.

  But Gizelle wanted more than just the shuddering climax that built slowly and then exploded within her, making her cry out once again. As the sensations consumed her, her eyes closed. Her body quivered with the intensity of her release, but Gizelle knew she wouldn’t be sated by this.

  In fact, before the orgasm had fully ebbed, she opened her eyes and, staring directly into D.T.’s again, said, “I want so much more than this.”

  The urgency that gripped her was something Gizelle had experienced before with D.T., but it seemed magnified tonight. As Trey unhooked her leg from his shoulder and stood, Gizelle couldn’t stop herself from touching him. When she’d stripped off his clothes earlier, she’d marveled at his build, so similar to D.T.’s. It was no wonder she was attracted to her new companion. And yet, he was so unlike D.T. in other ways. Less territorial. Trey was free-spirited and seemed destined to give pleasure.

  She smiled at him, because pleasure was exactly what Trey had given her.

  But she truly did want more. And maybe that was one of the reasons why she’d always frowned upon the decadence of the Pleasure Clubs. Because once one knew the true sins of the flesh, it was damned hard to stop sinning.

  Gizelle was living proof. As her hands slid over Trey’s rigid abdomen and up to his tight pectoral muscles, she said, “He may draw the line at you making love to me, but I can’t be sure.”

  Trey’s eyes were dark with desire. “So maybe this isn’t the way to get him to return to Earth with you.”

  “Maybe not.” But Gizelle didn’t throw in the towel. She didn’t collect her clothing and flee the club. She couldn’t.

  Because she desperately needed to finish what she’d started. Perhaps the outcome would be infinitely different than what she’d anticipated or hoped for. But at the moment, that was inconsequential. She’d figure out Plan C later. Tonight, though, Gizelle couldn’t possibly leave this club without the fulfillment that awaited her. That would be hers, if she had the nerve to seize it.

  She did.

  “Come with me.” She crooked a finger at Trey. They headed toward one of the antechambers. A few steps away from the tall, opened archway that allowed anyone to view those inside the room, she turned back to D.T. His fists were clenched in his lap as he watched her closely.

  The passionate haze that clouded Gizelle’s mind affected her rational thinking. But there was no turning back at this point. And she still, somehow, thought she could get what she wanted from D.T.

  Get everything she wanted from D.T.

  As he slowly got to his feet, she knew he wouldn’t let her out of his sight. So she turned back to the archway and entered the available anteroom, knowing D.T. would follow her and Trey. Inside, the small room was dimly lit by an elegant chandelier hanging in the center of the room. Directly below was a piece of plush furniture, which looked like an oversized ottoman that stood almost waist high. A sofa and a large chair also filled the small space. The walls were clear sheets of glass that had enormous projection screens embedded in them so that the goings-on in the other rooms were available for anyone in the club to view. That also meant that Gizelle and her men were on public display as well.

  The thought was unsettling, but not so much that it would derail her one night of over-the-top indulgence. Standing in the middle of the room, Gizelle’s hand swept over the soft, midnight-blue material of the tall ottoman. She knew its purpose, based on its height, length and slim width. A thrill of excitement jolted her as she thought of making love with both D.T. and Trey in this room. She’d never done anything so wicked, had never even thought about being with two men at the same time.

  But tonight it felt natural. Right. Too exciting an opportunity to pass up. Gizelle didn’t just want her own personal pleasure. She wanted to give it, as well, to D.T. and to Trey.

  “Bend forward,” Trey whispered in her ear as he came up behind her.

  Gizelle shuddered with anticipation as she propped her forearms on the plush material and leaned forward so that her torso sprawled across the ottoman and her ass lifted in the air. Trey’s hands slid over her hips, moving downward and together to squeeze her cheeks. Gizelle’s gaze remained on D.T. as Trey’s hands began to rub her bottom. One hand slipped between her slightly parted legs, and his fingers stroked her labia. Gizelle’s breathing quickened.

  When Trey pushed two fingers into her pussy, she gasped. Heat singed her from head to toe. The idea of doing something so forbidden turned her on all the more.

  It was just one night, after all. She’d come this far. Why the hell wouldn’t she go all the way at this point?

  With a teasing smile, she said to D.T., “I can see how much this excites you. Even if you don’t want it to.”

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bsp; His jaw clenched for a brief moment before he stepped in front of her. “I want you to have this one night, Ellie. Watching you come does excite me. It also pleases me, knowing you’re fulfilled.”

  As D.T. spoke, Trey’s cock pushed past her small opening and he eased into her wet pussy, groaning as he thrust deep.

  Gizelle gasped again. Trey filled her almost as much as D.T. had earlier. She reached a hand out to D.T. now and her fingers curled around the waist of his leather pants. “D.T.,” she said in a tight voice as Trey began to move inside her. “I want to touch you.”

  His eyes blazed with lust. With his gaze locked on hers, D.T. quickly toed off his boots, removed his shirt and pants, and stood before her, as naked as she and Trey were.

  This is really happening, she thought.

  Excitement rippled through her. Gizelle’s inner walls clenched Trey’s cock tightly, making him groan again. Something dark flashed in D.T.’s eyes, but she already knew he didn’t intend to stop Trey from making love to her. Because it really did turn him on. D.T.’s cock stood hard and at the ready, wanting her attention the way Trey’s did.

  Gizelle licked her lips as she reached for D.T.’s hand and pulled him a little closer. At that moment, Trey withdrew from her and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. Guiding her, he made Gizelle straighten and she released D.T.’s hand. She eyed the tall ottoman and knew what Trey had in mind. As his hands clasped her waist and lifted her slightly so she sat on top of the plush furniture, her excitement escalated. Leaning back, she stretched out on the ottoman as much as she could. The crook of her neck rested at the top, her long hair falling freely over the edge. Her ass settled at the other end of the ottoman, and Trey moved between her legs, parting them and holding them open in a wide V. As his cock thrust into her again, making her cry out and squeeze him tight, she reached for D.T.

  Gizelle’s fingers wrapped around his erection as her hand slid up and down his thick shaft. D.T.’s eyes flashed with need and desire.