by C. M. Albert
“So, Ari,” Adelaide said huskily, “How are you planning to work me first?”
Ari’s heated eyes raked over her chest, obvious lust kicking him in the gut as he appreciated her firm, round breasts. “Our workout today will be entirely on exercise balls. But first, we need to stretch you out.”
She was standing directly on the other side of the inflated ball—the only thing standing in the way between her and Ari.
“Stretch me, then,” she invited.
Ari dropped the ball and moved in. He lifted her arms over her head and spun her around fast so her back was pressed against the closest wall. Pure heat transcended Ari as his mouth found hers, her arms still pinned above her head in his firm grasp. She was panting, pressing her chest up against him, so wet just from that one kiss.
He leaned down, licking her neck and nibbling her clavicle. That’s when she felt another set of hands lowering her booty shorts. Oh my! They weren’t wasting any time.
Ari turned Adelaide around and leaned back against the wall himself, settling her against his chest and leaving her wide open to Anders. He lifted her sports bra over her head so she was completely naked and exposed.
Anders leaned forward while Ari pushed her long ponytail to the side and sucked the soft, delicate flesh of her neck. It was almost too much.
Even with her eyes closed, Adelaide could feel Anders trace his fingers over her scars, noticing them, but not spending all his time there. He touched her breasts; they were just a little bigger than his large palms and fit nicely as he massaged them. She felt the cool breeze from his breath on her nipple before she felt his warm tongue encase it, sucking greedily. She suspected he would be a hungry lover, and he didn’t disappoint.
The sensations were too heady, too . . . complete. She felt full and safe in a way she never knew she could with two men. One cradling her back, one worshipping her front. She could feel Ari’s length pressing against her, rock hard but patient. She reached back and stroked him slowly, enjoying the soft feel of skin as Anders’ tongue explored lower, lower until hot lips circled her clit. She moaned, loving the way his tongue danced over her folds, the pace of her hand stroking Ari mirroring the exact tempo.
A dance she never wanted to end.
Fingers dove deep as Anders stood, pressing them far inside as he came up for a kiss. Possessive. Adelaide reached out and nipped his lip, sucking it in and running her tongue over it. She was ready for something else in her mouth, but would go at their pace.
Anders took her hand, leading her over to one of the exercise balls. “Here, sit on this one so your back is flat against it. I’ll support your weight at the legs.”
Adelaide did as she was told, feeling the cool rubber against her back as she lay flat. The ball gave, rolling gently beneath her, but Anders quickly steadied her legs, putting them over his shoulders. When she looked up, she saw he was sitting flat on the floor, the ball between his legs. He steadied her with his hands as they reached around her thighs, his head diving between her legs as he worked her with his tongue.
Oh, God!
The man knew his way around. He was fierce, latching on and not relenting. Her hips bucked, but he kept sucking her sensitive nub. Somewhere above hands massaged her breasts again, but this time they were bigger, rougher. Ari.
He pinched her nipples, gently pulling each one up. She no longer had the sensation she once had, but the tugging itself seared her to the core. Rough calluses scraped her neck as he guided her head, her mouth, to open for him. He leaned over her from behind and kissed her upside down. It was the single sexiest kiss she’d ever had. Images of Spider-Man kissing Mary Jane in the rain washed over her. Ari couldn’t possibly know it, but that’s why she chose the name Raine for the White Room. Her insides ached, longing coursing through her.
His tongue was wider than Anders’—thick, warm, and sensuous. It was the tongue of a man’s man. He licked the outside of her bottom lip, playfully nipping at it. She reached her hands up, cradling the sides of his face as he did. While Anders’s tongue was keeping her body busy, it was Ari’s tongue that would keep her up at night. If a kiss could ever feel better than making love—this was the one.
Adelaide sucked in his tongue, bathing it. She ran her fingers in Ari’s hair as he gently rolled her breasts in his hands.
He pulled back, breaking the kiss, and whispered in her ear, “Will you take me?”
Based on her conversation with Anders earlier, she was sure Ari meant with her mouth. She nodded, eager to taste him.
Anders slid three fingers deep inside her just as she reached up and invited Ari’s cock inside her mouth. She’d never sucked a man like this before, upside down, but she found it an easy angle, enjoyed the feel of his hands on her head as he guided himself in her mouth while steadying her on the ball. He was so big she couldn’t take him all the way down. But she reached up and worked his shaft with her hands while she took what she could in her throat. She’d give just about anything to feel that wide cock of his slide deep inside of her. But it was Anders who slid in now.
She couldn’t help but cry out when he thrust himself in deep, taking her by surprise by the length of him. Ari backed away, leaving her missing the feel of him. But she was soon distracted. Anders was standing, his legs bent as he held her hips up to his waist. He drove deep inside her, again and again, the ball giving under their weight as he bottomed her out. Adelaide whimpered as she came, fireworks exploding behind closed eyes. Her body shook, ripples of pleasure washing over her. Slowly, he eased her legs down, her body still trembling with delicious afterquakes.
Without pulling out, he lifted her off the ball, his arms cradling her back as he leaned in for a kiss. The feel of his strong arms wrapped around her back, his mouth soft and warm after such an intense orgasm, soothed her. Helped her breath come back to normal.
Anders pulled out, lifting Adelaide off of the ball. He led her over to the largest ball, one that would support his weight. “I want you to ride me, Raine,” he said. The sound of her name startled her after thinking of it being tied to Ari just moments ago. She looked up and met Ari’s eyes. She couldn’t read his full expression, but lust still lingered there, heated and strong. She wanted to please him, make him feel as good as her body hummed right now.
Adelaide cocked a finger in his direction and called him to come hither with the sexiest bedroom eyes she had. Ari wasted no time crossing the room, taking her in his arms. He consumed her. There was no other word for it. Anders may have wanted to possess her, but Ari did possess her. Every cell shook in recognition as he reached one hand up behind her head and wrapped the other one around her waist, pulling her in with force as he drowned her in kisses. Adelaide’s body was a puddle fusing against his; she could hardly tell where his body started and hers ended. Her hands flew everywhere, tracing the muscles of his back, grasping his hips. She wanted to drag him to the bed and have her dirty way with him.
Adelaide knew from Arianna that the rules had changed, that clients could see past lovers if the feeling was mutual. She knew without a doubt she would request him again; she wouldn’t feel fully satisfied until she’d felt him slide inside her, too. She couldn’t leave that question unanswered if just a kiss elicited this reaction.
When they parted she was breathless, her chest rising and falling in time to her erratic heart. They stood apart, their eyes never wavering. Gold. He had flecks of gold in them. They went gray when they were stormy. Golden when they—when they what? She wasn’t quite sure what he was feeling.
But she felt the absence of him, even as Anders guided her hips down onto his cock. He was lying on his back on the new exercise ball, his shaft strong and ready for her. Her desire was so deep right now she didn’t care where the release came from. She needed another orgasm to scratch the unfettered desire that raged deep inside.
Her back was to Anders as she rode him, her hips rolling with the length of him buried deep inside. She had to look away from Ari for just a moment as she sigh
ed, loving the feel of him hitting her so deeply. She eased forward so he could hit her G-spot. Rocking back and forth, she took and released. He held onto her hips to steady himself, but it was Adelaide who was doing the fucking.
She reached down and rubbed her clit, her insides tingling from the heightened sensitivity. When she opened her eyes, she saw Ari was watching her, stroking himself as she pleasured herself. She had no idea what he thought as she fucked Anders, but his eyes never left hers, as if they were the only two in the room.
But they weren’t, and Adelaide quite enjoyed the long, strong length and athleticism Anders offered. He was a fucking machine. She sat upright, rubbing her breasts in her own hands and inviting Ari over with her eyes. Now it was Anders who was in control as he thrust his hips up and pulled back down, making her feel every slow inch of him as he moved in and out.
He slowed his pace so Adelaide could take Ari in her mouth again, and she appreciated that. She wrapped both hands around Ari’s cock, twisting back and forth as her mouth slid over him, getting him wet to help her hands slide better. Her tongue circled him, over and over, like a giant ice pop. She lapped up one side and down the other, darting her tongue over his sac as she rubbed him. He held onto her head, slowly moving his hips back and forth as he fucked her mouth. Instinctively, her hands reached around to cup his ass, her hands getting a rock-hard handful of steel buns.
She loved the way it felt as he flexed each time he pumped forward, inviting her to taste him. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, brushing his mouth over it and sending shivers coursing throughout her entire body.
“Can I come in your mouth?” he asked. She’d never really had anyone ask that before. Adelaide’s guess was that they assumed it was okay. And it was, or she wouldn’t have let them. But still.
She nodded her head, tearing away to meet his lips. His hands cupped her face again, his tongue dominating hers. Somewhere in the background she felt the tip of Anders’s cock reach her deepest crevices again, and she moaned into Ari’s mouth.
The sensation of two completely different lovers and two completely different styles of making love was indescribable. She felt a little lost, out of control. Images of them both fucking her at the same time flashed before her eyes. She wanted them everywhere.
Anders reached up, arching behind her and grasping her breasts as he held her all the way down on his cock. As she took Ari in her mouth and began sucking again, Anders pumped. He used the leverage of the ball to pull back and slam inside her. She moaned even as her tongue worshipped Ari’s girth. Her hands worked his shaft just as fast as the pace Anders was setting as he plunged in and out. She grew lightheaded, the sensation overwhelming all of her senses.
Then Ari gripped her head again, thrust his pelvis one last time, and shook, his body spasming as he released inside of her mouth. She sucked hard, drawing him in, using her tongue to lick the remains. He was absolutely gorgeous, his body sweaty and ripped as he looked down at her, ran his fingers through her hair. He leaned over, taking her mouth in his own as he kissed her.
She gasped, shocked that he was kissing her so intimately, so completely, right after. But she leaned in, took his tongue and worshipped it as she just had something else. It was Ari’s gentle grasp of her face as he kissed her that ignited the warm flames in her belly; but it was Anders who brought her home, burning down the whole damn house. She felt him thrust as far as he could inside her and knew he was going to come. His fingers grasped both sides of her hips as he called out, “God, come with me, Raine.”
And she did. She released again, her body shuddering, rocking back and forth as she came. Coming down, down, down from euphoria somewhere. Uncertain where her heart, mind, and body had just ventured.
Anders’s guttural growl from deep within brought her back to reality. She was being held firm down on his stomach as he arched into her, exploding.
Her insides warmed, filling her tummy with heat. She was on the pill, and they were tested, so she wasn’t concerned. But she’d never had two men explode inside of her like that before. She wished she could share the experience with Arianna, have someone to process it with, but she couldn’t; not when she couldn’t wrap her own head around it.
She started to giggle, her body shaking as she rose off of Anders to a full stand. When her body went limp from all of the exertion, it was Ari who caught her. He held her to his chest, letting her drop her head and catch her breath before trying to walk. She could hear his heart beating, enjoyed the gentle bump-bump, bump-bump. She heard that when your hearts synced, you were connected.
Anders came up behind her, rubbing her shoulders and kissing her neck. He was enveloping her from behind, kissing her sensually as she listened to the pitter-patter of Ari’s heart. She leaned her head back, opening her neck to Anders. While her back was pressed up against him, her chest was still touching Ari’s.
Somewhere in the distance she heard the bell chime. But she was lost in a dreamland of soft kisses on the front of her throat and the back of her neck. She never wanted her time there to end.
It was then that she realized their hearts were in sync. Not just hers and Ari’s . . . but hers and Anders’, as well.
13
Avaline
AVALINE’S NERVES WERE shot. She’d had about three hours of sleep and cursed this morning when she realized she was out of her miracle under-eye cream. Of all days. Still, she walked over to the nearly twenty-foot-tall mirror and smoothed her hands over her Bordeaux-colored lace dress. The neck was high, but the lace had no lining around her chest and down the long sleeves. Classy, but sexy—Avaline’s go-to style of choice.
Although she’d just come from a friend’s wedding, she’d been looking forward to this evening for over a year and wanted to look her best.
She was finally going to see him again.
Butterflies took flight in her tummy as the double doors opened. Her mouth ran dry when she saw him stroll in, black on black tuxedo and just as sexy as she remembered him.
He stopped cold when he lifted those sexy, whiskey-colored eyes and met hers.
Does he even recognize me?
He crossed the room in three long strides and took her face in both hands, crushing his mouth down on hers. She was drowning in him. His tongue, his taste, his scent . . . exactly how she remembered, even after all these months.
When he pulled back, she felt void of air, of life itself. He rested his forehead on hers, meeting her eyes. “Emmeline,” he rasped, “why haven’t you agreed to see me before now?”
Pain. So much pain in his voice.
She gazed deeply into his vibrant brown eyes, wanting to stay lost in them forever. How could she tell him? Would he even understand?
Dom had requested her every single week for the past six months, ever since the board voted unanimously to change the rules and allow clients to repeat visits with favorite lovers. Hell, he hadn’t even been back to the White Room in well over a year, not since their last encounter, to be precise.
“Dom . . .” She took his hand and walked him into the living room, where she’d had a fire started for them. A beautiful white faux bearskin rug covered the white carpet beneath. She was praying they would make good use of it later. “There’s so much to explain. Can I get you a drink first?”
“Whiskey, straight,” was all he said, his hands in his pockets, his dress shirt unbuttoned with the tuxedo tie hanging loose.
Dear God. He was everything Avaline remembered and more. He was slightly trimmer now. Leaner. But he filled out every inch of that tuxedo like a man born to wear one. She walked over to the hidden bar, opening the mirrored doors. She neatly poured two whiskeys and carried them over to Dom.
“Here, sit with me by the fire, won’t you?” she asked. She’d had a special love seat brought in for this occasion. It forced them to sit closer while they talked. And she needed to talk to him before they could go any further. Needed to know where his heart was, and not just his penis. Had she been more to him?
Or just a residual itch from a one-night stand that he needed to scratch again?
Because he’d been so much more than that to Avaline. He was the reason she changed the rules. The reason she’d gone on after Henri’s death.
She swallowed, fidgeting with her hands, which were nestled in her lap. Dom joined her on the tall love seat, taking his whiskey from her as he sat. He stared at her over the rim as he sipped, letting the warm liquid burn its way down. But he said nothing.
“Dom, I don’t even know where to start. You’ve crossed my mind so many times over the past year—”
She drew in a lungful of air, shaky.
“Then why haven’t you requested me once after the rules changed?” he asked, turning away and staring off into the flames. “Damn it! I couldn’t believe my luck when I heard that they’d changed the rules,” he said, dragging his hand over his nearly bald head.
“Emmeline—you haven’t just crossed my mind over the past year. You’ve fucking lived there.”
Avaline’s heart constricted as if everything in her world was tilting into place, making sense for the first time in years.
“Not only have you lived there, you’ve taken up permanent residence. Shared my bed. Had coffee with me on my patio. Every waking minute I had the image of those gorgeous hazel eyes searing into my memory. The way you parted your lips, the feel of your hair.”
He reached up, running his fingers through her soft waves. “It’s exactly as soft as I remember,” he said hoarsely.
“Dom—stop.” Avaline stood, taking a healthy sip of her whiskey. It burned so good going down. She was usually a white wine kind of woman, but this whiskey was exactly like Dom—strong, solid, hot as fuck.