“That’s it,” Cody said, still talking. His accent rolled over me, clipped and posh and perfect. “Fuck yourself on me, darling, just like that, going to watch you fall apart like this. It’s going to be beautiful.”
“I—” I struggled to get words out. I felt insane, letting myself get off by grinding in between two men on a dance floor.
Cameron pulled back from my neck. “Don’t even try to speak, love. Cody?”
Cody leaned in and tilted my head up again and then he was kissing me, spearing his tongue into my mouth, moving it in and out with the rhythm of his thigh.
He pulled back for just a moment. “Oh, the things we could do to you, darling,” he whispered. “What do you think, Cameron? Bend her over a desk?”
“I’d like to see her in the hot tub,” Cameron replied. I could easily imagine them, working together, putting me anywhere and in the exact place they wanted to. With four hands all over me… It would be overwhelming.
I squirmed, helpless, desperate to get off. It felt like I was going to explode.
“Look at you,” Cody murmured. “Do you want us to let you come?” He kissed me again, licking into my mouth and then pulling away. “That’s it, I want to see you fall apart.”
I was so close, my hips snapping frantically between their strong, unyielding muscles. It wasn’t enough to make me come, though. I needed just a bit more, just a little bit more, oh please, I was so close…and then I spotted Liam.
He was at the bar, looking rather bored. His eyes scanned the crowd idly, like he wasn’t really interested in anyone.
This could be my chance. I had to talk to him.
“I really should…go and talk to Liam,” I managed to gasp out as Cody pulled away.
“You can if you want to,” Cameron said.
“We were rather hoping to get a few orgasms out of you,” Cody said.
A few? My train of thought ground to a screeching halt.
“Oh yes,” Cody said, seeing my expression. He leaned in again and took my wrists in his hands, guiding them up and around Cameron’s neck. “At least five.”
Five orgasms? I let out an involuntary moan.
“But for now,” Cameron said, his grip on me tightening, “We’ll settle just for one.”
Before I could ask what was happening, Cameron’s hand was between my legs and Cody kissed me again. I screamed into his mouth as Cameron slid two fingers inside of me, working my clit. I kept screaming, desperate, writhing helplessly between them as my orgasm wracked through me. Cameron kept fingering me through it, making it so I could hardly breathe, sobbing helplessly as Cody fucked his tongue into my mouth.
As I started to shudder through the pleasurable aftershocks, the twins pulled away and set me down. “There you go, love,” Cody said. “And be sure to find us later, yeah?”
“We’re not done with you,” Cameron promised. “Not by a long shot.”
Then they vanished into the crowd.
Chapter 7
Gabrielle
I could hardly walk as I made my way over the dance floor. I felt like a drunk, even though I hadn’t actually had any alcohol. My legs felt like jelly and I could feel my own juices sliding down my thighs. I was sure that everyone would take one look at my flushed face and know what had just happened.
Liam heard me as I approached and turned to look at me. The face of careful, polite interest he was wearing morphed into a genuine smile as he recognized me. “Gabi!”
“Hi,” I said, smiling. I then plopped myself into his lap.
Liam quickly set aside his drink so that he could wrap his arms around me and keep me upright. “You look like you’ve been having fun.”
I wanted more information out of him, and I needed to get him alone, but it was clear that I wasn’t going to get anything out of any of the men unless I played along. I smiled at him again. “I was hoping that I could have some more fun, with you.” I ran my fingers through his hair. “If you’re up for round two.”
Liam ground up into me, showing me how interested he was. “For you, I’d be up for as many rounds as you’d like.”
He started planted sucking kisses down my cleavage and I moaned, gripping his shoulders. I’d just come, but already I could feel the pressure building inside me again. Fingers weren’t enough, a thigh wasn’t enough. I wanted a thick cock inside of me, filling me up.
“I hear you have a private cabin,” I gasped out. “Take me there.”
I thought that maybe Liam would protest. It was, after all, a private cabin. But instead he pulled back, grinning at me. “Only if you let me make you scream.”
I shuddered, my nails digging into his shoulders. Oh, God, yes. I swallowed. “Okay.”
He led me up the stairs and down the hall, until the noises from the dance floor faded a little. The carpeting was plush, a pale gold in color, and the walls were lined with art. I had expected Liam to have something luxurious, but when he opened the double doors to his private cabin, I realized that I’d been setting the bar too low.
The extravagant room was as big as my entire apartment. There was a beautiful, massive bed in the center along the back wall. A baby grand piano was in a corner. Artwork lined the walls. There was a huge walk-in closet—no, two huge walk-in closets, one on each side. One had bathing suits and dresses in it, and even shoes. The other one had drawers and cabinets. Liam walked over and opened them.
“You can take whatever you like,” he said, and my jaw honestly dropped. Jewelry lined the shelves, high-end, if-you-have-to-ask-you-can’t-afford-it jewelry, all carefully laid out.
I looked upward, and saw that the ceiling was painted with the sky, from dawn to deepest night with stars to the aurora borealis to the sunset. And the carpet was thick, thicker than out in the hallway. To finish it all off, there was a huge bathroom, all done up in white marble, with a shower big enough to hold at least four people, and a tub the size of a mini Jacuzzi.
“Do you like it?” Liam asked, and I was surprised to hear the hesitance in his voice. It was like he really wanted me to like this room.
“It’s stunning,” I told him honestly.
Liam moved toward me, his eyes dark but soft. “There are so many ways I could take you in here,” he whispered.
Various images flashed through my mind as I took in the room. There were so many ways. On the bed, on the piano, in the shower or the tub…
Liam moved even closer and I instinctively took a step back. My back pressed up against the now-closed double doors. Liam stepped into my space again, his toned surfer’s body barely an inch from mine. He was all golden skin and taut muscles and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and running my hands over him.
“I’m going to be honest with you,” Liam said. He sounded hoarse. “I’m not feeling all that patient right now.”
I wasn’t feeling all that patient either. Between Jason and the twins, the promises whispered in my ear and the hot hands all over me on the dance floor, I was ready to explode. One rough, rushed orgasm wasn’t enough. I wanted more.
“Then why be patient?” I asked. All thoughts of work flew out of my head—I just wanted Liam inside of me, fucking me until I was helpless. “Take me.”
He moved so fast I barely saw it. One moment he was still a couple of inches away from me, my hands roaming over his skin. Then there was a blur, and the next moment he was slamming me back against the door. One of his hands had somehow slid back to cup my head, protecting it and keeping me from smacking into the hard wood. His other hand was literally hauling me up so that I had no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. He was using one arm and his thighs to hold me up, oh my God. I shuddered with pleasure. He was so goddamn strong.
“Do you like that?” he asked, kissing the corner of my mouth.
I nodded and said something very articulate, like, “Nnnngh.”
Liam used his hips to pin me to the door. His arm moved from my waist to grab at my dress, shoving the material up, exposing me. I shivered
as more of our bare skin made contact. “Take your bathing suit off,” I instructed.
He grinned at me. “Hold on, then.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. Liam braced himself against the door with one hand, and slid his bathing suit off with the other.
I groaned at seeing his cock again. I’d loved sucking it into my mouth, playing with it, feeling the hard, silky length of it. I’d come to enjoy giving blowjobs the better I’d gotten at it, and listening to Liam curse and groan in disbelief earlier had gotten me so wet I’d nearly fingered myself and come that way.
Liam threw the bathing suit to the side and I opened my mouth to beg, all dignity gone. I never got the chance—Liam swooped in and slid his tongue in. I moaned around him, letting him kiss me senseless. His hands roamed all over my skin, hungry, until they settled at my hips.
“Hold on,” he whispered, and that was all the warning I got before he slid into me.
The sound I made into his mouth—I didn’t think I was even capable of making that noise. The dancing and Cameron’s fingers inside of me had prepped me well enough that Liam slid all the way inside of me. I went from being empty and wanting to stretched full. My eyes practically rolled back into my head.
Liam hadn’t been kidding when he’d said hold on. He set a fast, brutal pace. Thank God the rooms were soundproofed because I couldn’t keep quiet.
We kissed when we could, sloppy and wet, but mostly we couldn’t from the violence of our thrusting. I was screaming myself hoarse, every thrust of his cock inside of me pushing up against my clit and making my entire body jerk with pleasure. I loved how easily he could hold me up, how he could keep this punishing pace, how full I felt with him inside of me. Delicious pressure was building up and I felt like I was about to melt.
“I’m so close,” I told him, moaning out the words. My hands slipped and slid over the sweaty, smooth skin of his back. I felt like I was losing all control. “Oh, God, Liam, I’m—oh God I’m—”
Liam started moving even harder, faster, I hadn’t thought it was even possible. It wrenched a final scream out of me and my body jerked wildly as I came, every nerve on fire with pleasure.
He didn’t give me a chance to recover. He wrapped his arm around my waist and yanked me to him, kissing me, as he pushed off from the wall and started walking toward the bed. I kissed him back, hungry for his mouth and his hands. He laid me down on the edge of the bed so that he was standing, his hands braced on either side of me. I grabbed onto his arms.
Liam pulled back and started kissing down to my breasts. He started thrusting in again, teasing little movements. It was just on the right side of too much and I felt ripples of pleasure starting to build in me again. He flicked his tongue over one of my nipples and I gasped.
“You still good?” he asked, his voice nothing more than a husky whisper.
I nodded, panting.
His thrusts started to become harder again and I arched my hips up. I was still desperate for more. “That’s it,” he groaned. “You’re so sensitive, I’m going to make you come all over again.”
I could only moan helplessly. A part of me was convinced that I couldn’t possibly come again, but already I could feel it starting up. Liam hadn’t let me fully come down from my orgasm and was fucking me right through to another one.
I writhed underneath him, letting him go as hard and as deep as he wanted. I was going to have trouble walking tomorrow, but fuck if I cared. I just wanted to come again, and feel him come inside of me.
Liam started making abortive thrusts and I knew he was close. I tightened down around him and he swore as he started to come inside of me. The jerk of his cock set me off and finally, finally I was coming again, hips thrusting up to meet the wave of it as it crashed down onto me.
I was seriously considering the idea of never moving again. My legs were trembling with that pleasant, electric post-orgasm feeling. I could literally feel the sweat sliding down my stomach. And my heart was trying to win the Olympic sprint.
How Liam managed to stand without his legs giving out on him, I didn’t know. I applauded slowly at him for it, which made laugh. Then he disappeared into the bathroom.
I could just fall asleep here, I thought. I was so tired. I’d been fucked to within an inch of my life, twice, and in between I’d been kept on edge with filthy touches and promises from three of the hottest men I’d ever met. I deserved some sleep after that.
But I couldn’t stay. The longer I stayed, the more likely it would be that I’d be discovered. Not to mention it’d be pretty obvious I wasn’t the same as the others when we got dropped off in the morning and there wasn’t a fancy car waiting for me.
I forced myself to sit up just as Liam returned with a warm, wet washcloth. “Here,” he said, gently swiping it over my skin to clean me up. “You can take a shower if you want, but I thought, if you wanted to go back downstairs, this’ll clean you up quicker.”
There it was again, that unexpected sweetness. I smiled up at him. “Thanks.”
“I’m feeling kind of exhausted,” Liam admitted. “We just finished the quarter and I’ve been working late. I think I’m turning into an old man.” He laughed self-deprecatingly. It made me want to kiss him.
And, well, that was what this night was all about, wasn’t it? So I did.
Liam responded at once, his lips working softly against mine. “What was that for?”
I shrugged. “Just because.” I wasn’t even sure myself why I’d done it.
Liam looked a little bewildered but also pleased. “Anyway, I was thinking of just passing out here, and I was wondering if you…” He trailed off.
He was asking me to sleep with him. As in actual sleep, wrapped up in each other.
I couldn’t deny that the idea was tempting. Liam was gorgeous and I could already imagine the feeling of his arms around me. Waking up next to him, ready to engage in some slow, indulgent morning sex, sounded like the best thing ever.
But I couldn’t. I had to remember that this was business, not pleasure. As much as I’d blurred the line on that tonight, I had work to do. And I couldn’t risk being found out.
I shook my head. “I’m sorry, but I have a morning gig out of the city. I have to get up early for it, actually, so I was wondering, would you guys mind dropping me off?”
“I can get the speedboat to take you,” Liam said. I told myself that I was imagining the disappointment in his voice. I was just a girl that he’d met and had sex with. There were two dozen other beautiful and willing women downstairs. He’d sleep with one of them before long, I was sure, and then he’d forget about me.
The thought made me oddly sad, but I knew it was for the best. Better he forget about me than connect the dots about who I really was.
“I really appreciate it,” I told him. “Thank you.”
Once again, somebody’s clothes hadn’t been taken off properly—this time it was my dress. One shoulder strap had gotten shoved to the side so that Liam could lick at my breast while the skirt had gotten hiked up so he could fuck me. I did my best to rearrange everything, but I suspected that a trip to the cleaners was in order.
I just hoped they didn’t ask any awkward questions.
Liam led me back downstairs through another stairway that avoided the party. I appreciated it. I was worried that if I ran into Jason or the twins that I’d fall under their spell again and never leave. I had to get back home.
The speedboat guy obviously wasn’t happy about another trip, but he seemed mollified when Liam passed him a wad of cash. I tried not to gape. I still didn’t understand how people could have so much money that they could just hand out wads of hundred dollar bills and not even think anything of it.
“Enjoy work tomorrow,” Liam said, kissing me on the cheek and giving me a final wink.
I stepped into the speedboat and waved at him as we sped away.
I was in a haze as we drove back. I ordered a taxi to pick me up and take me b
ack to the apartment, but the whole time it kind of felt like I was dreaming. Had all of that really happened? The tingling in my body told me that it had. Was this how Cinderella had felt?
Cinderella’s night had been PG, though. Mine had been far from that.
I sank back into the taxi’s leather seats. Tomorrow, I thought. Tomorrow I’d focus on my story.
Chapter 8
Gabrielle
I slept in for the first time in ages. Kelsie was already gone by the time I woke up, whereas usually I was up way before her, doing yoga or making breakfast or researching an article. It felt weird, but in a good way. I hadn’t slept this deeply in years.
That was probably the sex, I had to admit. It had been almost a year since I’d last slept with someone and in all my life it had never been this good. I shivered at the memory of last night. All four of those men had been unbelievably hot, but I was glad I hadn’t stayed. I had to keep my eye on the prize.
I got up and stretched, feeling pleasantly achy. Then I realized that sleeping in also meant Paul was probably wondering what the hell I was up to.
Shit.
I called him as I quickly made my bed and brushed my teeth. “There better be a good explanation for this,” he said as he answered.
“I have a story,” I told him. “A huge one. I need about a week or so to get all the information, but it’s going to blow the lid off this town.”
“The fact that you sound like you’re in a noir film gives me hope,” he replied. “A week, you say?”
“Yes. And it’s big, I promise. And it isn’t me chasing corruption in the mayor’s office or something. I know gossip is my area and I’m sticking to that.”
“I’m trusting you on this, López,” Paul said. He always called everyone by their last names. “Even if you aren’t finished by then, I’ll want to see something of your work by the end of the week. Got it?”
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