But Dax’s gaze was for his lady, focused, intent, like an arc of electricity straight to her. Yet, deep in the game now, Noelle ignored him. It was the weirdest goddamn thing.
Then Isabel was unbuckling his belt, and his focus fell from the abstract to the down-and-dirty.
“You’re already hard.” Her pinkie grazed his crown through his slacks.
“Fuck yes,” he echoed Dax.
She laughed, her breath caressing his ear, and his cock throbbed at the sound. “Unzip him,” she told Noelle.
“My pleasure.” Her voice bore a huskier note than before. The zipper slid down, teasing his flesh. He’d gone commando. Somehow it had seemed expected.
“Ooh.” Noelle let out a sigh. “He’s magnificent.” She glanced at Dax, her eyes crinkling. “But don’t worry, sweetie, you are, too.”
Isabel was the first to touch him, stroking down into the placket of his pants. She nuzzled his ear. “He’s so hard. I can feel blood pumping through his cock.”
“Let me feel.” Noelle laid her hand on him, too. He stiffened. Not his cock, but his body, as if he were suddenly wired with tension. Their hands were both soft, well cared for, silky, Isabel’s a tad warmer, as if her blood burned slightly hotter.
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“Oh my,” Noelle said, squeezing his balls, pressing her full length against him. His heart raced. It wasn’t necessarily all good.
“Shoes,” Isabel said, once again nuzzling his ear, her warmth permeating him.
In tandem, they crouched, untying his shoelaces, lifting one foot, then the other, to remove shoes and socks, their two heads bent to the task, light and dark, both sexy, but . . .
He couldn’t say whether it was a movement or a sound, but he glanced up to find Dax’s concentration on him now. There was something in his regard. An empathy perhaps. Relax. Enjoy. Take it for what it’s worth. Isabel tugged on his pant leg, pulling his suit pants off his hips. He touched her hair, knotted in her usual elegance.
Relax. Enjoy.
In that moment, he let it all go, pulling on her hair, setting it free to tumble over her shoulders, and with it, he let his inhibitions fall away, too. For now. Until the morning.
“Suck me, baby,” he whispered just for her. “Do it together.”
Something shone bright in her gaze, and he knew he’d given her what she needed.
GOD, HE WAS SO DELICIOUSLY SEXY. DAX WAS HOT, SURE, BUT ROYCE
was over-the-top. Isabel couldn’t get enough of him. No man had held her interest this long unless he was paying her.
“Come to Mama,” she crooned to his cock as Noelle pulled on his other pant leg and his slacks slid down his thighs. He bobbed close to her lips. Her mouth watered. But she didn’t suck him in, teasing herself a little longer. Then they had him out of his pants, clothes strewn everywhere, and God, he was magnificent, just as Noelle said. His cock was long, thick. A vein pulsed, and a tiny drop of pre-come beaded on the tip. He’d trimmed his pubic hair and shaved his balls smooth.
God, how she loved a man’s smooth balls in her mouth.
“Now, that is a pretty picture.” Noelle sat back, legs beneath her, hands on her thighs. Dax was tied to the chair decked out in full tuxedo, and Noelle had removed nothing but her scarf. Settling back on her calves next to Noelle, Isabel herself hadn’t even taken off her dress. Yet she’d forced Royce to stand there 228
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before them in all his glory.
God, she was proud of him, wanted to show him off, wanted him to recognize how others saw him.
You’re beautiful just the way you are, baby.
Why now, she couldn’t say, yet his long-ago words echoed in her head. But my folks just aren’t going to understand.
Was that a piece of why she’d done this? To force him into her world the way he’d never let her into his? No. That last fight had a purpose all its own that had nothing to do with Royce and everything to do with her need to get out of Prosperity.
So this? This was a gift, not payback.
“You are so beautiful,” she whispered with all the reverence she felt, gazing up at him with her heart in her eyes, hoping he could see. “Touch him, Noelle. Wrap your fingers around his cock.”
Her cheeks burned as Noelle slowly reached out. Her body heated from the outside in.
Royce’s eyes shimmered like quicksilver. Then his lids closed, and he tipped his head back, exhaling sharply as Noelle curled her fingers around his shaft and stroked his balls with her thumb.
Noelle was good. Men burned for her. And she loved sex. She was a courtesan by choice, not necessity. She wasn’t capable of monogamy, yet she had dreamed of love. Then Isabel had found Dax for her. The perfect man for a promiscuous woman.
Together she and Noelle would make Royce feel better than any one woman alone could, even Isabel herself.
She rose. Her heart drumrolled beneath her breast. Shoving her fingers through his hair, she pulled him down, mouth to mouth, eye to eye.
“Suck him, Noelle.”
His eyes smoldered like hot coals. Then she kissed him, claimed him, even as she gave him to another woman.
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SHE CONSUMED HIM WITH HER KISS, TASTING, DRINKING HIM, THEN
pouring herself into him. Royce couldn’t find air to breathe, but he wrapped one arm around her, anchoring her to him.
Christ, the feeling. The hot sweetness of her kiss. Her lips beneath his, her tongue driving him mad.
And the silky warm depths of another mouth on his cock. Jesus. Never in his life. Not like this.
Noelle licked his slit. His cock pulsed, feeding her a drop of pre-come. In so many ways, it was betrayal, and yet . . . so fucking hot his hips simply surged, pushing deeper into her mouth.
He groaned into Isabel’s kiss. She backed off, whispering against his lips. “It’s so good, baby, isn’t it?”
He blinked, swallowed, beyond words, almost beyond thought. She stepped back, leaving him bereft without her touch. But Christ, the woman on her knees pulled at his cock, sucking him deep, taking him, the sensations beyond a mere blow job. Because of Isabel’s gaze on him, her words pushing him.
“That’s so hot, baby,” she crooned, “so sweet, so good.”
His legs trembled. Spots swam before his eyes. He’d never risen to climax so fast, only managing to tamp down the explosion with his last micron of willpower.
Isabel reached behind, slowly pulling her zipper. Then she wriggled, letting the sleeves fall down her arms, and pushed the fabric over her hips until it pooled at her feet. No panties, no bra, just smooth, creamy flesh, dusky nipples, and barely there bush. She kicked the dress aside to stand before him in a choker of pearls, garter belt, and black stockings. His heart stopped.
“Don’t let him come yet, Noelle, you naughty girl.”
The sultry, dark-haired minx slid back. The pressure in his balls and behind his eyelids eased. He could breathe again.
Her mouth shiny, lipstick undisturbed, Noelle tipped her head over her shoulder. “He tastes good, sweetie.”
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Dax made a noise, a grunt—who the hell could be sure?
Royce had damn near forgotten he was there. He wasn’t particularly modest. He’d shared a number of locker rooms. This was different, close to terrifying, yet hotter than a desert sun.
His breath sawed in his throat.
Noelle set her sultry gaze on Isabel. “Let’s suck him together.”
“Yes.” Isabel smiled, trailed a finger over his cheek, down his arm, grabbed his hand.
Christ if her touch didn’t make him shiver all over. He followed her as if she were the Pied Piper. Or he was a lamb to the slaughter. Hard to tell with these two.
A fireplace on one end, the bank of windows adjacent, he had the sense the living room furniture had been rearranged for just this show. Coffee table absent, the so
fa, love seat, and chairs formed a U facing Dax, the back of the U
being the long couch. Isabel planted a palm on his chest and shoved him down onto the soft, expensive leather.
Hell, he wasn’t all milquetoast. Snagging her with an arm around her waist, he pulled her down, tweaking her nipple between his thumb and finger.
“Two can play,” he said, pinching her hard the way she liked. Her moan strummed his cock. The silk of her stocking caressed his thigh as she arched into him, offering her breast. He licked her, sucked, bit lightly. The musky scent of her desire filled his head. Then she opened her eyes, gazed down at him. “We’re going to suck you so well, you won’t even remember your own name.”
He had no doubt they could do it. He smoothed a hand down to squeeze her ass cheek. “Then I’m going to fuck the hell out of you until you scream.”
She dropped a kiss on his lips. “Oh yeah.” She slid off his lap down to the floor beside him. Capturing his gaze, she slipped the pad of her finger around his cockhead, coating herself with pre-come, then lifted her hand to her mouth and rubbed him all over her lips.
At the tender of age of eighteen, thinking he was a man of the world, he could never have imagined the things she would do to him, the places she’d take him to, the emotions she would make him feel.
“Hold him for me, Noelle.”
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fingers around Royce’s cock and ceremonially offered him to Isabel. God, her mouth. Warm. Wet. Her tongue all over him, sucking his crown, licking his slit. Then she pumped him between her lips. Fingers massaged his shaved balls, then lips caressed him, sucked his sac into yet another warm, wet, willing mouth.
“Oh fuck.” Head falling back to the sofa, his cock surged. He fisted his hand in Isabel’s hair. “That’s so fucking good.”
She murmured something, vibrating against his cock. She was right, so fucking right about how good it could be.
Then they were licking him together, two tongues on his shaft, caressing his crown, touching each other in a brief sexy kiss, and back down again. Fingers, mouths, hands, tongues, all over him. They pinched his nipples in tandem, shooting electricity to the tip of his cock.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered without an ounce of control, just starbursts behind his lids.
Isabel slid back to the tip of his shaft, breathing warm air on his crown.
“Don’t come yet, baby,” she murmured to his cock. His legs began to quiver, his mind screaming. Hold off, hold off. Noelle blew her lips against his balls, the vibrations shooting straight to the slit of his dick. Nothing else seemed to exist but his cock, balls, and their mouths pleasuring him to death.
He opened his eyes, had to or he’d explode. But holy hell, the sight of them, dark versus light, down on their knees, moist lips all over him . . .
“Noelle.” Dax broke the spell. “Fuck him for me. Now.” He might have been bound, but he was the master.
“Oh yeah, baby, fuck her for me.” The final seduction was Isabel’s lips against his, her words filling his mouth. “I need to see what it’s like, how beautiful your cock is entering her. The expression on her face. Because that’s how I must look. Let me share it, baby.”
At that moment, Royce didn’t care who fucked him as long as a warm pussy engulfed his cock. This was where Isabel wanted him, so caught up in the action he was willing to do anything, needed it, past the point of being about something she chose for him. He wanted it for himself. She pushed his shoulder, helping him to lie flat on the wide sofa. Noelle grabbed a condom from a small bowl at the foot of the couch. Together they 232
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knelt by his side, Isabel’s warm fingers on his cock as Noelle rolled on the condom. Another ritual. Then she stood above them, lifted her camisole over her head, black hair floating down to cover a gorgeous pair of breasts, and stepped out of her skirt.
Dax groaned. She was worthy of the guttural sound, a slice of perfection. Isabel, however, was the whole pie. She sucked his cock, lubricating the condom, then held him aloft as Noelle laid one knee by his side along the sofa and straddled him.
Her pussy glistened. She was wet and ready, lowering herself until his head breached her, Isabel’s coral-tipped thumb almost touching her clit as she held his cock. Her grip was tight, Noelle’s pussy hot and slippery on his crown. Isabel breathed deep, then parted her lips, letting out a sigh of satisfaction.
“God, that is so beautiful. Look how much she loves it.”
Isabel’s fingers on him were like a cock ring, keeping his orgasm at bay despite how powerful the sensations were. He didn’t gaze at Noelle. It was Isabel’s face he needed. As she’d sucked his cock, rubbed her face all over him, she’d removed all vestiges of makeup from her cheeks. Yet she shone. The dark smudge of mascara beneath her eyes transformed her into Cleopatra, a queen. He was hers to command.
He raised his hips, penetrating deeper into Noelle’s plump, aroused pussy.
“Oh God, yes.” She closed her eyes, tipped her head back, and began to ride slowly. “Oh Dax, can you see it? Watch him fuck me.”
“It’s goddamn beautiful,” Dax answered, his voice deeper, huskier. Isabel pushed her hand through Royce’s hair, then leaned over to claim his mouth. Noelle had his cock, but Isabel owned him. He drowned in her kiss, in the feel of her mouth on him, her lips, her tongue, even as his cock was enveloped in another woman’s body. Their touch was everywhere, inside and out.
“Lick me, baby,” she whispered against his mouth. God, yes. He was beyond saying the words, his body pulsing, throbbing, driving into Noelle without conscious effort, just a machine for their use. Until Isabel climbed over his face, cupped a hand beneath his head, held him to her, and her flavor burst against his lips. Luscious, fragrant with arousal, he tongued her hot, sweet cunt, licked the hard bud of her clit, buried his face in her. So wet, covering him, soaking him in her juice. She moaned and rode his 233
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mouth as Noelle rode his cock. He cupped her ass, held her to him, licking, sucking, penetrating, driving her as high and out of control as she did him. Crying out, Isabel pinched her own nipples, head falling back, hair brushing her shoulders. Noelle gripped her waist from behind, and together they gave Royce the best of both worlds.
ISABEL’S HEART GALLOPED IN HER CHEST. SO MANY TIMES, SO MANY men, all the things she’d done, but nothing had ever been like this. Because no man had ever been Royce. She’d tried to fantasize, imagine him when she’d closed her eyes. His hair was soft yet coarse against her thighs, the dark locks versus the gray strands. His lips were mobile, warm, his tongue diving deep inside her. She was on sensory overload, Noelle’s breath on her shoulders, her back, sensual, their bodies brushing, rubbing, stroking. And Royce’s mouth pushing her closer to mindlessness. There was only sensation without thought, heat building, then punching down to her clit, shooting out, and she doubled over him, squeezed her lids shut, her body wracked with contractions. She opened her eyes. “Oh God,” slipped out on a mere breath. His face buried between her legs, so beautiful, eyes shining with a silver light that pierced her.
Even as his cock lay buried in Noelle’s pussy, she was the only woman in the world for him. Somehow he still made it all about her.
“He so loves this,” Noelle whispered from afar as Isabel drifted down from the heavens, Royce’s lips still playing her, his gaze still holding her. There was only one he who elicited that breathy quality in Noelle’s voice. Her body rolling lightly to the rhythm of Royce’s tongue, Isabel tilted her head. Dax’s handsome face was carved in stark lines, his nostrils flared, his eyes the dark of the stormy ocean outside.
Who Noelle had sex with didn’t matter; there was a bond that stretched between them, connected them, made them a part of each other. God, it was so what she needed with Royce, wha
t she’d needed to give him with this night.
Noelle kissed her nape, her voice dipping low. “I need my baby.”
“Take him,” Isabel murmured in kind.
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“My turn,” she whispered, stroking his jaw with her finger. She licked his lips, tasting herself.
“Fuck me.” He pushed the hair back from her face. “I need you.” The words, his voice, the husky note, God, how he touched her deep inside.
“I need you, too.” Reaching between his legs, she rolled off the used condom. For the briefest moment, she thought of taking him bareback. How sweet, how perfect, flesh to flesh. It had been so long she had no idea what it felt like. But she’d been with too many; condoms, yes, she couldn’t risk him. She left him long enough to set aside the old—Noelle had thought of everything—and grab another from the bowl.
On the stairs, Noelle knelt in supplication before Dax, unzipping him, worshipping his cock. His heavy groan filled the room. Isabel laid the condom on the tip of Royce’s cock. “Thank you.”
“For what?” He stroked a hand through her hair.
“This.” For feeding her needs. She bent her head to him, using her lips down his shaft to roll on the condom. His skin bore the scent of Noelle’s lotion and the musk of her juice, and despite the condom, a slight feminine flavor much like her own lingered on him.
She raised her head. “For entering my world.” Crawling up his body, she pressed her mound to his cock, rubbed her breasts against the hair-roughened skin of his chest, caressed his lip with her thumb. “For coming back.”
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