Undesired Lust

by Eden Summers

  “Can we start with a kiss?” she murmured against his mouth, her breath touching him like a caress he felt all the way to his balls.

  “Kitten, I’m not moving until you do.”

  Her cheeks darkened. Briefly, her nose brushed his, and then the softest flutter of movement grazed his lips. He’d never been kissed like this. Not once. Not ever. It was too gentle, too sweet, and something inside him fractured. He closed his eyes, leaned into her, and slid his fingers into her loose hair.

  She whimpered, nestling herself onto his lap, raising the hem of her dress to settle her knees on either side of his hips. The effect on his libido was instantaneous. His dick chanted for the games to begin. His heart pounded, and his hands involuntarily clenched tighter throughout her silky hair. He wanted to flip her, to push her onto the sofa, tear her ridiculously tempting dress to pieces, and sink into her delicate heat. Hard.

  When she pulled back, he was swaying, and not from an alcoholic buzz. “On second thought, if you kiss me like that again, I’m likely to finish before you get started.”

  “Oh, I’m already started,” she said in a rush.

  It took a second for him to recover from the shock of her flirting, and then something inside him snapped. He growled in appreciation and smashed his lips against hers. They nipped, licked, the passion building faster as their tongues sparred. His hands lowered, falling from her hair, running along her shoulders and then down her sides. When he reached her ass, he gripped tight, pulling her into the hardness of his crotch.

  Groans split the air, his and hers. Then something kicked his foot, and he jerked back, finding Sean standing over Sidney’s shoulder, a questioning brow raised. Mason was tempted to shake his head, to tell his friend, “No, Sidney’s mine tonight,” only he wasn’t confident she would stay. She’d been dirty dancing with Sean at the after party. Her interest might be more for the Reckless Beat drummer, not Mason. And there was no way he was going to lose the opportunity to be with her. He refused to spend another shower jerking off to the thought of this woman.

  With reluctance, he nodded and watched Sean’s hands come to rest on Sidney’s shoulders. She stiffened, pushing out her chest and sucking in a deep breath.

  Sean leaned over, placing his lips at her ear. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

  She shivered, her entire body vibrating against Mason. And still, he couldn’t let her move. Not without another kiss. In the bedroom, he would have to share, and the thought of another guy’s hands on her body turned him into a possessive prick. He planted his mouth against hers, rough and dominating, making her gasp. His tongue sought hers, promising pleasure he couldn’t wait to provide.

  Feminine hands rested on his pecs, her sharp nails clawing through the material of his shirt. He could drown in her, in the softness, the warmth, and the best kiss he’d ever experienced. When they came up for air, they were panting, chests heaving as she leaned into him.

  “Lead the way,” she whispered and pivoted to climb off his lap.

  Unable to let go of her warmth, he placed a hand on her ass, holding her in place. Without a word, he pushed from the sofa, loving the way she clung to his shoulders as he stood. “Put your legs around me.”

  She complied, taking some of the weight from his hands with her tight grip around his waist. He strode toward Sean, gave him a look that said, “Don’t fuck this up,” and led the way down the hall. With each step, he hitched the material of her dress higher, over her ass, her waist, and then she released her grip on his shoulders to raise it over her head.

  He didn’t look, didn’t want more temptation to encourage him to stop in the middle of the darkened hall and fuck her against the ivory wallpaper, Sean be damned. He continued striding forward, a man on a fucking mission, ignoring her dress as it fell to the floor and the glimpse of the black lace bra still covering her breasts.

  Holy Mary mother of god.

  Sidney chuckled, leaning in, her lips finding the sweet spot below his ear. “Are you praying?”

  Shit. He’d spoken aloud. Ignoring the question and her increasing giggles, he opened the master bedroom door with a kick. Sean hastened forward, pulling back the bed quilt, loosening the sheet.

  “Come on, Mace.” Sean slapped the mattress with his palm. “Don’t leave me hangin’.”

  Mason hadn’t realized he’d stopped a few feet inside the door. His heart pounded, his cock throbbed, and he wasn’t sure if he could release his hold on her. He didn’t want to share. This woman wasn’t a groupie. She wasn’t a conquest for them to brag about tomorrow. This was a real woman. One he couldn’t stand treating poorly.

  Sean narrowed his gaze and fixed him with another silent question—Do you really want me here? Mason ground his molars, then willed his feet to move, bridging the distance. He stood at the side of the bed and reluctantly let Sidney climb from his embrace. When she moved to her knees on the mattress, her full body in view before him, the air rushed from his lungs.

  Damn. She was hypnotic. Her breasts were full, her stomach smooth, and her hips curvy. A rough hand could’ve torn apart her tiny strap of underwear. There had never been a sexier woman in his bed. She wasn’t skinny. She had a lush figure, perfectly proportioned to fit his wildest dreams. His muse burst to the forefront, crooning song lyrics in his mind.

  Let me go to heaven, I’ll find it in your arms.

  For a moment, it was the two of them. Woman, man, and soulful words flittering through his consciousness. Until Sean climbed onto the bed, destroying the fantasy, and making Mason’s fists clench with jealousy.

  Sidney followed Sean’s movements, the heat in her eyes increasing as he stopped behind her. He nestled close, wrapping his arm around her waist, his hand on the flat of her belly. She closed her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder, swaying her hips, no doubt rubbing the delicious flesh of her ass against his buddy’s cock.

  Ignore it. Bite your tongue and move forward. Mason slid onto the bed, shuffling closer on his knees, and reached out to brush the sweet heaven of her skin. She was soft and silken as he trailed his fingers to the black lace of her bra, releasing the front clasp. He paused, in shock or awe, he wasn’t sure, and watched her eyes flutter open. She stared at him, arching her neck as Sean placed a trail of kisses along her shoulder.

  This was the first time he’d ever had the urge to wax lyrical about a woman’s body. He wanted her to feel special. To realize this was more than a one-night stand. Yet, he was speechless, his brain deprived of blood flow. It had all rushed to his dick. The only noise he heard was his muse.

  I’ll make you come, I’ll make you scream, I’ll make love to you like a dream.

  Love? Fuck. He was in trouble.

  She reached for the waistband of his trousers, her gaze raking his face as she undid the buckle and then slid out his belt. “Will we need this later?” She held up the long strap of leather and raised a wicked brow.

  Sean groaned.

  She obviously wasn’t in over her head like Mason. She was having fun. Enjoying the moment. He could work with that.

  “If that’s what the lady wants.” He cupped her breasts in his hands, blown away by their softness. He was used to fake tits, the ones that unnaturally rippled when you fucked a woman hard. It never bothered him before. His favorite place was between a female’s thighs, but Sidney was making him doubt his preference. She had the most luscious breasts, and her nipples were the deepest shade of ruby, hard against his palm.

  “We can tie you up, Sid,” Sean offered. “We’ll do whatever you want.”

  “Is that right?” she murmured, undoing the button on Mason’s trousers.

  The material slid down his thighs, weighted down by the cell phone in his pocket. She licked her lips, and he held his breath as delicate fingers teased the length of his erection through his boxer briefs. Impending orgasm built in his balls, threatening to take over when she ran a light touch over his cockhead protruding from the waistband. He closed his eyes, still palming her brea
sts, tweaking her nipples while she rubbed back and forth, spreading the pre-come gathered at his slit.

  His hands itched to take her. To pull them both down to the mattress and then fuck her like the wild man she’d created. Yet, he couldn’t risk it. This might be his only opportunity. The one time alcohol and accolades would dull the reality of what their lust could ruin.

  Instead, he relaxed into the lethargic pace, worshipping the way Sidney lowered his underwear, leaving the elastic to sit underneath his sac. She grabbed his length in a tight fist, stealing a hiss of breath from his lungs. Then she moaned, stabbing him in the gut with envy because he knew he hadn’t wrought the hunger filled sound.

  “Christ, your drenching my fingers.”

  Mason’s eyes snapped open. He didn’t need to lower his gaze to know Sean’s hand was where Mason’s dick wanted to be. He could tell by the way she gently writhed, her mouth opening on a gasp.

  “I can’t help it. You two are driving me wild.” She ran her hand around Mason’s neck, dragging him forward. “Take the rest of your clothes off.”

  He complied, unbuttoning his shirt while he closed the distance between them and then pressed his lips to hers. Removing his trousers was more complicated. He had to drag his mouth away and jump off the bed to quickly shuck his pants. When he approached to climb onto the mattress, she shook her head, placing a palm against his chest. For a moment, his stomach dropped to his balls. She was rejecting him. She glanced over her shoulder to address Sean. “Can you move back a little?”

  Sidney followed him, shuffling back on the bed. “Stay there,” she purred, with the seductive tilt to her lips. She leaned over, positioning herself onto her hands and knees, and stared up at Mason as her sultry mouth closed in on his cock.

  “Holy shit.” He jerked forward, all sense leaving him once her tongue slid along his shaft. This had to be a dream. Any minute now, he’d wake up, bathed in sweat, erection in hand, with a painful case of blue balls.

  Sidney had already been a fantasy. She was the only person he’d ever been completely in sync with in the studio. It wasn’t within the scope of fairness for her to also have the lips of an angel and the suction of a Hoover. And be eager to be in his bed.

  Too. Much. Awesome. She was the fucking priestess of sexuality.

  Kneel before me, take me deep. Your mouth is a treasure, but your heart’s what I seek.

  “We need protection,” Sean murmured, sliding from the bed. “Mace?”

  “There are a couple in my pants’ pocket.” He closed his eyes, seeing her gorgeous form in his mind, the delicate sweep of her back, her smooth thighs, her lush breasts. “Get my cell out too.”

  “What?” Sean rustled around behind him, the crinkle of a condom wrapper splitting the air.

  “Get my phone,” he growled, not appreciating the hit to his concentration. He needed to focus. The suction from her mouth was electric, the pressure in his balls beginning to build. Seconds later, his cell was thrown on the mattress beside Sidney’s hand, followed by a condom.

  “Give it to me, kitten.” He jutted his chin at the phone.

  Sidney pulled back slowly, the glide of her tongue travelling the full length of his cock before she released him. “What are you doing?” She handed it over with a frown.

  He ignored the question and unlocked the screen, navigating to the camera. He couldn’t experience his dream and not take the opportunity to score some footage. Even if only for creativity’s sake. The next hour would be enough inspiration to fuel an entire album. But a video to watch over and over again? That would secure the next five years’ worth of sexually charged lyrics his fans would kill to obtain. “I need to capture this.”

  “Capture what?” Sean asked, climbing back to his position behind Sidney.

  She rested on her haunches and leaned into Sean’s chest. “Please, put it away.”

  “Come on, kitten. It’ll be OK.” Mason opened the video screen and zoomed in on the bed quilt to set the best picture. “If you want, I’ll let you delete it later. I just need to record a few minutes to watch in the morning so I can persuade myself this wasn’t a drunken fantasy.”

  The truth may have been more convincing, only he couldn’t admit aloud the effect she was having on him. His muse had never been more vocal. His veins had never burned this hot. His mind and body were caught up in this woman, and announcing his weakness wasn’t an option.

  She pressed her lips together, her eyes wary and body on alert. He waited a moment, allowing her time to protest before he climbed on the bed, slowly leaning into her. He closed the distance between them and brushed his lips against hers, once, twice, fuck, three times because he couldn’t stop himself.

  While he distracted her with his tongue, he outstretched his arm, pointing the camera lens in their direction, and clicked ‘Record.’ A burst of apprehension followed the beep announcing their movie star status. Sidney stiffened against him, and Sean cleared his throat.

  “Trust me,” Mason murmured against her mouth. “In the studio we have a spark. Right here, right now, it’s a fucking inferno. Don’t you want to see what it looks like?”

  Her chest heaved as her lust-dazed eyes blinked up at him. “What if somebody else sees it?”

  “Nobody will.” He licked her bottom lip and brushed his tongue against hers. “This is only for me and you.”

  “And the third wheel sitting back here,” Sean drawled.

  Sidney chuckled and arched her neck, letting little drummer boy scrape his teeth along her shoulder. “Just us, Mason?” she whispered, closing her eyes.

  “I promise, kitten.”

  SIDNEY CONCENTRATED ON her breathing. Every nerve was alive, every heartbeat erratic. Even her exhalations made her body tingle. Sean’s arms wove around her waist, holding her upright, keeping her stable, while Mason captured her gaze, distracting her from the cell he held. His free hand ran down her side, over her hip, and headed for the neediest part of her body.

  Sean was equally attuned to her, catapulting her desire higher, but it was the man she admired, the one she’d tried to keep out of her delicious fantasies, who stole her attention. She couldn’t be doing this, not with Mason Lynch. Not with him recording their movements. It was too surreal. Too risky. Holy shit, it was insane, and she couldn’t convince herself to stop. She wanted this moment, and deep down, she knew she could trust him. They’d worked together for years, and although she knew he was a player, she didn’t doubt her intuition. Mason was a great guy, and if apprehension still clawed at her when all this was said and done, she’d ask him to delete the file.

  Acceptance of her delicious fate made her core flutter with excitement. The scent of her arousal infused the air. This wasn’t her first threesome rodeo. She’d played around in college, and the recollection had always been exhilarating.

  This time was different.

  She was older, more in tune with her body and more confident in her sexuality. Obviously, it didn’t dampen the moment when the pieces of bread in this sandwich were two rich, famous, and damn-fine male specimens.

  “You’re beautiful.” Mason’s fingers brushed her clit.

  She shuddered, thankful for the strong arm holding her upright.

  “And you smell damn good too.” Sean’s touch traveled over her bottom, a finger sliding between her ass cheeks. “Have you ever done this before?”

  She shook her head. Unable to think. Barely able to breathe. “Yes.”

  Mason chuckled, his lips sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her as he leaned in to nibble the line of her jaw. “You shook your head and said ‘yes.’ Which is it, kitten?”

  She closed her eyes, determined to concentrate on pleasure and ignore the recording device in his hand. The darkness only made it harder. In her mind, she could see Sean’s fingers sliding over her ass, past her perineum, to the opening of her sex.

  “I have,” she panted. “A long time ago.” Two sets of fingers penetrated her, plunging deep. “Oh, hell.” She clu
ng to Mason, her hands weaving around his neck for strength.

  “No.” His lips brushed hers. “It feels like heaven to me.”

  She opened her eyes, intoxicated by the darker shade of chocolate in his irises. If she had breath to take, it would’ve been his to steal. But she couldn’t fill her lungs, couldn’t speak. She could barely focus past the pleasure of the two of them massaging her pussy.

  “Are you ready to lie down?” Sean tightened his hold around her waist, and their fingers slid from her sex.

  “No.” She wanted control. Most of all, she wanted her gaze on Mason when he came undone, first in her mouth, then hopefully, deep inside her core. “I want you off the bed.”

  Mason scrutinized her before backing his naked ass off the mattress. “Do I get your sexy mouth around my cock again?”

  She eyed the flesh in question. He was rock hard, the thick veins running along his shaft tempting her tongue to taste. “If that’s OK with you.”

  He reached forward, running his hand through her hair, encouraging her down to her hands and knees while he continued to point the cell phone camera her way. “Definitely.”

  She grinned up at him, licking her lips. The head of his cock breached her mouth in a quick slide, his pre-come waking her taste buds. She took him to the back of her throat, her tongue working his shaft, twirling in intricate patterns that made him moan. She wanted to take him as deep as she could. To make his eyes roll back in pleasure, to infuse his memory with the image of her—one to haunt him whenever he bedded another woman.

  With gentle fingers, Sean traced a line over the sensitive skin at her hip, making her flesh tingle with goose bumps. His touch went in search of her clit, while his erection nudged closer to her sex. She moaned when he brushed the sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking Mason harder with the bliss.