The Pleasure Principle

by Calista Fox

  In response, her entire body ignited with heat and a prickly sensation that made her restless and reckless. She no longer cared about her views on the Pleasure Clubs and the planet in general. What she was experiencing tonight was something so far beyond her realm of normalcy that she actually felt compelled to step beyond every boundary she’d ever set for herself.

  It could have been the mystique of the planet that seduced her. Quite possibly, it was the illusion of having two of D.T. making love to her. Whatever the reason, when all was said and done, it was D.T. that she was making love to. And he was making love to her.

  As he closed in on her, she drew him into her mouth, relinquishing her hold on him with her hand. Trey continued to fuck her and the sensation of having two cocks inside her—the thought of pleasuring two men at the same time—stimulated Gizelle in a way she’d never imagined. Her own personal pleasure was not neglected. Not by a long shot. The feeling of Trey’s hard cock stroking her in quick movements as D.T.’s shaft filled her mouth and his hand palmed her breast, his fingers teasing the nipple to the point of distraction, Gizelle felt an orgasm build quickly.

  When Trey’s palm flattened against her belly and moved downward, until the heel of it covered her mound and he targeted her clit with a slow, circular motion, Gizelle could barely hold back the powerful climax that surged forward. As Trey increased the pressure against her clit and thrust harder inside her, while D.T.’s hand squeezed her breast and his cock moved in and out of her mouth, she knew it was impossible to hold back even a second longer. She released D.T. just as the intense eruption inside her made her cry out from the overwhelming pleasure that tore through her.

  It was a climax unlike any she’d ever experienced before, yet Gizelle knew there was something more powerful looming on the horizon. If she chose to embrace it. As Trey withdrew from her, without seeking his own fulfillment, she sensed he wasn’t willing to impede too much on D.T.’s territory. Which somehow made her even more excited, filled with a sense of belonging she hadn’t felt since her family had been murdered by the Gyllians. Even Trey acknowledged that, in the end, she belonged to D.T.

  And that made her feel whole on a level she hadn’t known existed.

  Trey’s fingers twined with hers and he pulled her up and off the ottoman. She glanced over her shoulder at D.T. The possession in his eyes was wickedly exciting, but there was a flicker of knowing in his onyx eyes as though he’d deduced the exact same thing Gizelle just had. The path had shifted somehow, from seduction as a means to an end, to sheer pleasure for three people who obviously needed one night of mindless fulfillment. Ecstasy meant to stamp out pain.

  She knew this now. Why else would a drifter be this intuitive to a couple in such need of finding a connection that could be permanent?

  Knowing this made Gizelle feel so much more in tune to the sensations that coursed through her body. Trey led her to the sofa and guided her onto it so that she was on all fours. He positioned himself beneath her, sprawled out on the sofa, his head toward her parted legs. She knew instinctively he was giving D.T. the full pleasure of her body. Trey would not come inside her. He wouldn’t push the boundaries that he somehow knew D.T. had silently established.

  When Trey’s hands clasped her ass and his mouth went to work on her clit, licking and sucking with the kind of determination that would send her over the edge within seconds, she braced herself for D.T.’s entry into her body. With her ass in the air, he moved behind her, his hands gripping her waist, his foot pressing into the cushion beside her knee while the other one remained planted firmly on the floor.

  That he hadn’t spoken all this time was something that both perplexed and thrilled her. D.T. wasn’t pulling his usual gruff, territorial bullshit. It was as though he was backing off in order to prove to her that he could be on the same page with her, without being so damned demanding and insistent that his way was the only way.

  And maybe that’s part of what this evening was all about.

  As his thick cock pushed into her slick pussy from behind, Gizelle’s body exploded with sensation.

  “Oh, God, D.T,” she cried out. He pushed even deeper inside her. Gizelle gasped from the intense feelings that overwhelmed her senses. Trey’s tongue and mouth teasing her clit and D.T.’s cock thrusting deep into her made Gizelle moan with pleasure as her fingertips pressed into the sofa cushion on either side of Trey’s wide chest, while her body rocked and jerked from the sexual onslaught.

  “I’ve given up fighting you,” D.T. said in a tight, desire-filled voice. “Christ, Ellie.” He let out a low groan as he hammered into her. A strange buzzing sound echoed in her ears, making it difficult to hear his low, intense growl. “Whatever you want, I’d give it to you. Haven’t I proven that yet again tonight?”

  He had.

  She wanted to tell him as much, but Trey’s hands lowered her hips just a bit as he feverishly sucked and licked her clit and it was all Gizelle could do to keep from falling apart under the beautiful, glorious, sexual assault on her body. As D.T. fucked her harder and Trey’s mouth worked its wicked magic on her, she stretched forward just enough to take Trey in her mouth.

  It felt like too much. The intense pressure of D.T.’s cock pushed so deeply into her. Trey’s tongue flickered frantically on her clit, and his erection pulsed in her mouth. She could barely hold on, but it felt too damned good to let go of any of it.

  The chain reaction was a wild and wicked one. D.T. drove deep, sparking her orgasm, which caused Gizelle to suck hard on Trey’s cock, making him come in the next instant. The excitement that caused made her squeeze D.T. even harder.

  “You win,” he said on a harsh breath of air. “Whatever you want, Gizelle.”

  “Just you,” she managed to squeak out as her orgasm filled her entire body with a vibrancy only D.T. could generate. Excitement, love, fulfillment, they all coursed through her, hot and bright.

  But she needed more.

  “Please,” she gasped. “Come inside me, D.T. Now.”

  As his cock stroked her even harder and faster, Trey shifted a little beneath her and his fingers replaced his tongue. As he stroked her clit with two fingertips, his movements quick and determined, Gizelle knew there was no stopping another mind-blowing orgasm.

  She cried out D.T.’s name just as he came, thrusting so deep into her that it prolonged her climax and made her clutch him tight. He growled in that familiar territorial, yet unfamiliar sheer-pleasure way that she found so damned exciting.

  “I can’t stop,” she said on a sharp breath. And she came again.

  The entire room seemed to spin and the erotic moans and cries of ecstasy from the other patrons filled her ears, along with D.T.’s heavy breathing. Gizelle fought to keep her body steady, when all she really wanted to do was collapse on the sofa and let D.T. fall on top of her. Feeling the heat of his skin and the harsh puffs of his breath on her shoulder kept her in a constant state of arousal. So much so, she only vaguely noticed Trey moving away from her. When she finally registered the void beneath her, she could no longer hold herself up. Stretching out on the sofa on her belly, Gizelle took an unsuspecting D.T. with her.

  “Oh, God,” she groaned. “You feel so good.”

  His warmth, his very presence, made her shudder.

  Gizelle didn’t think she could be more content at this moment. And then D.T. shocked her by pushing her just one more step forward.

  “I love you.”

  Her heart swelled in her chest as Gizelle gasped for air. Her eyes misted over as she asked, “Are you sure? Because, let’s face it. I tried to manipulate you tonight.”

  “No,” he said, his intimate voice a mere whisper in her ear. “You tried to sway me to your side. Tried to get me to do something I wasn’t ready to do.”

  He moved away from her, and Gizelle let out a small cry of protest. But then D.T. grabbed her hand and pulled her off the sofa. He moved to the chair, sank into it and pulled her into his lap. Curled up with Gizelle in his la
p, D.T. said, “I support the war. I’m as much a patriot as you are, Gizelle. But I have to keep my identity under wraps. It’s the only way I can do what I do. The only way I can gather intel and supply it to the Protective Forces.”

  “Oh, hell,” she groaned as her face pressed into his chest. “Oh, D.T. I’m such an idiot. I never knew.”

  “Because I never told you,” he said against her temple, so that only she could hear him. “I didn’t think I could. But you know what?”

  She lifted her head, stared him deep in the eye. “What?”

  “I can tell you anything.”

  Gizelle smiled. “Yes, you can.”

  D.T. was quiet a moment before he added, “And we can find some way to work together. To help the Protective Forces to victory. To support each other.”

  “D.T.” She whispered his name, then snuggled closer to him as her lips grazed his neck. “Dylan.”

  He groaned. Gizelle rushed on. “You disappeared for a reason.”

  “Yeah.”

  “My family was murdered by Gyllians,” she said. “In front of my own eyes.”

  D.T. didn’t say anything, but his arms tightened around her. Several moments passed before he said, “Mine, too.”

  Gizelle’s eyes closed. “I’m so sorry. I know how it feels.”

  “Then you know why I had to find another way to fight the war?”

  She nodded her head. “I only wish you’d told me sooner.”

  He shifted beneath her, forcing her to sit up in his lap. Staring deep into his eyes, that’s when she finally realized the truth about the two of them.

  “You’re afraid…,” she said, her voice trailing off because she suddenly felt very small. And very vulnerable. “You’re afraid something will happen to me.”

  “Is that such a surprise?”

  “You didn’t say that. Before. When you told me to stay here, to not return to our galaxy.” Her confusion had to be in her eyes, she was sure, because she couldn’t contain it. “D.T., you never said you wanted me here for my protection.”

  His jaw tightened for a moment before he said, “Would it have mattered? Would it have persuaded you anymore than me telling you I wanted you to stay here with me? In my bed?”

  “Damn it,” she whispered. “You were so demanding when you said it was either you or blockade running.”

  “I meant it,” he said.

  Gizelle shook her head. “You can’t make me choose. You can’t ask me to, D.T. It’s not fair.”

  His jaw clenched. “I know how dangerous it is to make supply runs, Gizelle. Every time you make a run, you put your life at risk.”

  “You think I don’t know that?”

  How many Gyllian fighters had she evaded?

  Countless.

  How many had tracked her and tried to shoot the shit out of her small cargo ship?

  Just as many.

  “Look.” He lifted a hand and raked it through his unruly hair. “I admire what you do. But I don’t like it. And I also know there’s such a thing as pushing your luck.”

  “I don’t want to argue about this again,” she said.

  “We’re not going to.” One of D.T.’s long fingers slid down her cheek. “Because we’re going to work together. From now on.”

  Gizelle’s eyes grew wide. “Meaning?”

  “We’re a team now. Maybe we always have been. In a way.”

  Gizelle took a moment to process his words. His promise.

  Then she smiled. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” And as she looked around the small, empty room, she realized that Trey had known it, too.

  “D.T.,” she said as she turned back to him. “I love you.”

  He grinned at her. And Gizelle knew that being a “team” was only the beginning of what they shared.

  Epilogue

  As Trey dragged on his clothes and slipped from the Pleasure Club, he ignored the familiar tingling of the tattoo that circled his thick arm. He hadn’t needed to stay behind to know that Gizelle and D.T.’s partnership had been solidified tonight. D.T. would fight harder for The Cause, because of Gizelle. Because he’d want her out of danger, and he’d find a way to help end the war in order to ensure her safety. The future of the Milky Way Galaxy would not be so bleak now. Humanity would endure.

  And Trey knew—as he knew so many other things because of his peculiar existence—that Gizelle and D.T.’s children would do their duty to maintain peace in the galaxy, once it was restored.

  Trey was that much closer to fulfilling his own destiny.

  He disappeared into the shadow created by the tall foliage, knowing that now he was needed elsewhere. But it wouldn’t be where he wanted to go, with the people he yearned to see. Not yet. He glanced again at the now-smaller tattoo on his arm. Soon, maybe. But not yet.

  About The Author:

  Award-winning author Calista Fox began her professional fiction-writing career in 2004, following an exciting career in PR, where she specialized in writing speeches and Congressional testimonies. Her books have received rave reviews and she is also the recipient of a Reviewer’s Choice Award for Best Erotic Sci-Fi Novella.

  Calista attended college on a Journalism scholarship and has worked on newspapers as an editor and reporter. She holds degrees in General Studies and Communications. Calista divides her time between Arizona, San Diego and various other locales in the U.S. and abroad. She has traveled the country several times over by Lear Jet, always with her laptop in tow, and is a spa aficionado. Calista is thrilled to have a great rapport with her readers… feel free to drop her a note at www.calistafox.com

  Special Bonus Section

  Will Trey Save the human timeline?

  About Three Kinds of Wicked

  Special Sneak Peek at To Touch a Woman by Alice Gaines

  Q&A with Alice Gaines

  Alice’s Cincinnati Chili Recipe

  Other Stories featuring Trey

  About “Three Kinds of Wicked” Featuring Trey

  Trey, a time-striding demigod, spends his life skipping through the human timeline and reuniting couples torn apart by evil forces. Sworn to chastity, sworn to protect those he serves, Trey's own desires must never be expressed.

  But on a mission to the Summer of Love, Trey meets Sage, a free spirit with a broken heart, and Russ, a scarred POW with a broken mind. His mission is to reunite Sage and Russ. But passion claims them, and their love triggers a destruction and chaos unmatched by any evil. By rights, Trey should be executed for breaking his vows.

  Instead, he is sentenced to a new kind of servitude. With his chastity no longer an issue, he must find broken human couples and heal them sexually. Only after healing these broken bonds of love will Trey heal the broken human timeline. Only after reuniting these predestined pairs through his physical love will Trey be reunited with Sage.

  Watch each month for a new "Three Kinds of Wicked" release, starting in July 2009, from Red Sage Publishing. The first story in the series, "Wicked Temptation," unleashes the dangerous passion between Trey, Sage, and Russ. Each following stand-alone story explores Trey's efforts to physically reunite another couple in the preordained human timeline. The series ends with "Wicked Redemption," the companion to "Wicked Temptation," which brings Trey, Russ, and Sage together again.

  Special Sneak Peek at To Touch a Woman by Alice Gaines

  Edward and Margaret Sinclair are very much in love and would be deliriously happy in their marriage except for one thing—as good Victorians, neither have had much experience with the marital act. As a result, sex is painful for Margaret and frustrating for Edward. They encounter a mysterious stranger named Trey who may be able to help them solve their problem. Can Trey teach Edward how to touch a woman?

  Excerpt:

  Chapter One

  Why did love have to be so bloody hard? As the carriage rattled over country roads, Edward Sinclair gazed across the narrow space that separated him from his wife of three months. With nothing but the lanterns outside for illumination, sh
e resembled a fae creature of fragile beauty. The shifting light played over her amber curls, pale skin, and deep green eyes. Even in near darkness he could read her fear. Fear she tried to hide behind a brave but faltering smile. Fear of him, for the love of God. Fear that he’d want carnal knowledge of her body again and that he’d muck it up. Again.

  “Are you quite well, Margaret?” he asked.

  She gave him the pleasant expression she always did, an upward curl to her lips that masked the trepidation in her eyes. “I’m very well, my darling.”

  “You seem….” Oh hell, what word would he use tonight? “Out of sorts.”

  “A bit tired. It’s been a long day.”

  “We should reach Baresford soon. The inn there is clean and sets a decent table.”

  “There you are,” she said. “I’ll be fine.”

  If only he could believe that. They’d shared such happiness before their marriage. Such joy at falling hopelessly, madly in love with each other. Such excitement when their parents had approved the match. Then, on their wedding night, when they could finally make the ultimate commitment to each other, he’d hurt her with his clumsiness. Things hadn’t gotten any better since.

  “I want you to be happy, Margaret,” he said.

  She leaned across the seat they shared and put her hand on his. “I am, my darling. Truly.”

  He lifted her fingers to his mouth and kissed the backs. “I’ll make that other thing good. I don’t know how, but I will.”

  Mistake, that. She stiffened. Not much, only enough for a loving eye to catch. She smiled as she pulled away and settled back against her seat.

  “We should talk about this,” he said. “Other couples must have faced the same problem. They’d have worked through it somehow.”