by Cari Quinn
“Like what you see?” He couldn’t help flexing a little for her. She was so pretty, and he wanted to impress her even if he knew this was a one-time thing. It didn’t matter. Right now, she belonged to him.
“You know I do. I love your body.” She fanned her hands over his chest, grazing his nipples with her pinkies. He stiffened at her purr of pleasure. “Sensitive here?”
She lowered her head to lap at one of them, then repeated the move on the other while she hooked one leg around his hip and massaged her heel into his back. Her wet pussy met his skin, leaving some of her arousal behind. First on his thigh. His belly. Finally on his cock. She eased back again, stirring up just enough air for him to feel every trail of her desire across his skin.
“Jesus Christ, Layla.”
“I need you. Hurry.”
Sawyer did a backward crab walk to the basket of supplies and grabbed a couple of condoms. Bright pink and blue. Man. But they’d get the job done.
He tossed a quick glance at the sofa and noted Aidan sat almost as placidly as before, if not for the tight lines of strain carving his face. Without shame, Aidan drew his gaze down Sawyer’s body. His eyes didn’t fire with anything but mild interest, but the look alone caused Sawyer to turn away.
This was new territory for him, being observed while he was with a woman. That watching-being-hot thing apparently only applied while everyone was dressed, because if he thought too much about Aidan studying them—and likely getting aroused himself—Sawyer had a feeling he’d go as limp as overcooked broccoli.
He tore open the condom and unrolled it over his length, hoping Layla would give him time for a repeat performance. If he didn’t get inside her fast, his thoughts would win. And he wasn’t about to let that happen.
“Pink’s your color,” she teased when he threw the other condom on the coffee table.
“It’s yours too.” He drew the swollen lips of her pussy apart, visually drinking his fill of the arousal coating dusky rose flesh. Her clit stood proudly, begging for the press of a finger or the flat tip of his tongue. He’d do both before the night was over. “Look at that, all for me.”
“Yes.” She jerked her head, and he knew she’d glanced at Aidan. “All for you.”
He stroked her with two fingers. Up and down he rode her seam, finally pushing them into her sheath. Fuck. So tight. Inferno hot, even more so than before. Her muscles squeezed him as he started to move, testing them both with his deep glides.
Good goddamn, she turned him on. Enough to forget where he was. Even why he was. There was just the two of them, giving and taking pleasure.
Twisting his hand around, he gave her three fingers and used his thumb to toy with the button of distended nerves, each flick pushing her nearer to the point where she’d rain over him. He caught her gasps with his mouth and pushed into her harder. Knowing she could take it. That she yearned for him to shove her to the limit of her control. He could see all that, and more, in the glazed depths of her eyes.
Her orgasm approached with hurricane force. He could feel it gathering inside her, a vortex gaining speed. Drawing energy. He wanted her to break around him, a moment only they would share.
He pulled free, and she cried out. “Shh.” He quieted her with a kiss. “I’ll give you what you need.” He tweaked her nipples with his wet fingers, then licked off the juice he’d displaced.
She gripped his head in both hands, holding him while he tucked his nose into the curve underneath her breast and absorbed her scent as if it were air. Lovemaking had never before been this sweet—or this bitter.
“Sawyer, please.” She encircled his width and scorched him right through the condom. “Come into me.”
Blinking away the sweat, he took in every detail of her face. Her skin blushed a demure pink, the flush extending to the top of her cleavage. Such perfect breasts. He’d gladly suck them all night long. Right after he finished driving inside her, again and again until they were both sated and beyond thought.
“Since you asked so nice.” He scooped her into his arms, making her squeal. Turning toward the fireplace, he dumped her carefully on the carpet and grinned down into her eyes. “Now I have you right where I want you.”
Playfully, she kicked out. He caught her ankle and drew her leg wide, capturing the instant in his mind for later review when he was alone in his bedroom. He would picture her just like this, spread out before him. Sunset hair rippling around her, silken seam between her thighs beckoning him for a long, slow ride. Haunted eyes begging him to help her forget.
Maybe they could both forget for a while.
Sawyer lay beside her and pulled her against his chest. She felt so soft and right in his arms. Too right. Before either of them could get used to the sensation, he shifted her until she faced her lover.
Were her eyes open? Could she sense the undercurrents in the room? Or were those undercurrents only his, created from the longing she inspired in him without even trying?
For this. All of it. This was what holding his woman in his arms would feel like, here and now. When the woman was Layla and she wasn’t on loan, but his. For real.
For keeps.
Aidan watched them settle in together, his eyes dark and somehow forbidding. But Sawyer refused to be cowed. They’d invited him here, hadn’t they? Even if he didn’t know exactly why, they’d set up this crazy situation. And he was damn sure there was more on the table than sex.
While he stared at Aidan, he skimmed his mouth over Layla’s jaw and slid his arm up between her breasts. A silent, subtle claim. He didn’t need words right now, because his message was clear.
Mine. If only for this moment.
Aidan inclined his head, acknowledging him. He parted his robe, revealing his length for a fraction of a second before his large hand wrapped around his cock and squeezed. All the while, he met Sawyer’s unrelenting gaze.
Sawyer rubbed his face in Layla’s hair. He nipped her earlobe, dipped his tongue in the hollow beneath. Steeped himself in her smells and tastes while he ground his cock against the crack of her ass. When she gasped, he reached down, hoisted her leg high and plunged.
“Fuck.” More curses spilled from his mouth. But damn, there was a heaven on earth. And he’d just found it.
She cried out at his invasion, the sound as harsh as a crack of thunder in the heavy silence. He gripped her chin and turned her face toward his, allowing her to adjust to the feel of him before he pulled out and sank in deep.
Yes. God, yes. The words were a chant in his mind.
This time, he was the one to groan. Snug, drenching heat enveloped him, dragging him into the mindlessness of just joining his body with hers. Over and over, he worked her, cranking her leg over his hip until he’d opened her up completely for his thrusts and for her fiancé’s intense, unending perusal.
And when he lifted his head and noticed Aidan’s focus was glued to him rather than Layla, he shut his eyes again and made him disappear.
He palmed the soft, warm weight of her breasts. Back and forth, he alternated between them. Her nipples scored his skin every time he squeezed. Damn, she felt meant for his hands. The swollen peaks primed to respond to him alone.
He lost himself in the sensation of her clasping him tight as he trailed his fingers down to her tangle of sopping curls. Wet didn’t even touch how liquid she’d become. He rubbed her clit hard, razoring his teeth over the exposed line of her neck while she dragged her dark red nails over the carpet.
“I want you to come.”
She made some sound between a cry and a whimper, her body twitching like a live wire in his arms. Her skin slickened with perspiration, and her arousal flowed freely over his fingers and his cock. Coating him with her. Deliberately. Diabolically. She was poised on the precipice, quivering from her internal war. But she didn’t let go.
Shit, he was so close. His ribs ached with his confined breaths. He pushed in harder, holding himself inside her while he sucked on the side of her neck and tried to battle b
ack his need.
He never came before a woman. Never gave in so easily. “Baby, please,” he whispered, knowing her slightest movement would unleash the urgency inside him.
She dragged his fingers to her mouth and closed her lips over the tips. With a skim of teeth and warm, wet suction, he lost himself in the cadence of their bodies, pistoning into her with a ferocity he could no longer control.
“God, Layla.” He knew he said more but couldn’t hold back what tumbled forth. She held on to him, nails and teeth making shallow slices in his skin, her desperate moans goading him to spill his release deep inside her. To rid himself of everything he’d held back for so long. Hips bucking, breath gasping. Heartbeat careening like a runaway train.
In the aftermath, he turned his face into her hair and breathed in the sticky scents of sex and sweat and her fresh-squeezed-grapefruit perfume. She gripped him tight in her drenched heat, and he growled low in his throat. “Don’t you fucking move, Nebraska.”
“Sorry.” Of all the responses he expected, laughter wasn’t one of them. Her body shook, offering the unintended consequence of jiggling his spent cock.
The pulse of renewed blood flow was almost painful, and he bit down where his mouth landed beside her ear. “Tease.”
More laughter, louder now. “You like it.”
“Hell yeah, I do.” He rolled her beneath him, grabbing her hands and pinning them on the floor above her head. She writhed, those lights of mischief still dancing in her eyes. “What should I do to you now?”
She whisked her tongue over her teeth, playing the role of the coy tease to the hilt. “You need a while to recuperate, don’t you, baby boy?”
“Baby boy, huh?” He locked one hand around her wrists and dragged the other down the center of her body, bypassing her breasts and the gentle rise of her belly for the inverted triangle of curls between her thighs. “We’ll see about that.”
He plunged two digits deep inside her, holding them there while he feasted on her lips. Then he crooked them, rubbing his knuckles and the pads of his fingers over sensitive flesh he’d branded temporarily his own—if only in his own mind.
“Sawyer, please.”
How fast the amusement left her face. Now she was pure, straining woman, teetering on the verge. Begging him for the mercy he would never show.
A flex of those fingers and she went wild beneath him. He streaked his thumb over her clit, and more of her juice eased his passage. Deeper he pumped. Her back bowed into an erotic bridge that drove her nipples against his chest. Then he yanked his hand away.
Her narrow-eyed look of malice prompted his own laugh. “You had your chance to come. Now you suffer. Roll over.”
He released her hands and waited for her to argue. But she flipped onto her belly obediently, her long hair fountaining over her back in wild corkscrew curls. Fucking hot. He buried his hands in it, not realizing that he’d happened upon one of her erogenous zones until a skim of his nails over the base of her scalp caused her to thrust her ass up in the air.
And oh, what an ass it was.
“I want to bite you right here.” He pulled her hair to get her to watch while he cupped one of her luscious cheeks. “Leave the imprint of my lips there so that when your panties rub over the mark, you remember.”
“She hardly ever wears panties,” Aidan said without inflection.
And just like that, the playful, sexy mood between him and Layla vanished.
She curled her fingers into a fist at her side. Sawyer closed his hand over hers in reassurance. It took him a few seconds to realize the big honking bauble scoring his palm just happened to be her engagement ring. Of course.
Dammit, what was up with his urge to shield her? He was the odd man out in this situation. She didn’t need his concern.
“Thanks for the tip,” Sawyer said, holding her fist for one more moment before seizing her ass in both hands. “So I’ll have to be more creative where I bite her.”
“I do wear pants, you know.” Her tone had turned cross. “And clothes in general.”
Aidan crossed the room to them, and this time Layla wasn’t the only one who stiffened. “Pity, isn’t it?” He knelt near Layla’s head. “I know I promised to let you enjoy yourselves in peace, but I underestimated how arousing you would be together.”
Sawyer glanced away as Aidan drew out his cock, but not before he saw the fat drop of precum hovering on the tip. He said nothing, just watched while Aidan fisted Layla’s hair and dragged her up with one swift move that made her moan. Then her mouth was full of him, and her only sounds were muffled sucking noises.
He didn’t want to watch them together. Though he’d come over here knowing that he’d likely be part of a threesome, that had been before he’d gotten to steal part of her for himself for a while. Inexplicably, a corner of his heart had gotten tangled up in their drama, and he couldn’t figure out why.
He didn’t know these people. Once he went home and his life returned to normal, the place Layla had snatched for herself inside him would be his again.
At least until the next time he saw her at Hot Shots. Assuming he even returned.
Too bad his cock didn’t seem to care about his reservations. Holding back didn’t seem possible when Layla was working her fiancé like a champ, her milk-white throat undulating with every one of Aidan’s powerful thrusts. Forget deep throating him. She took him so far down that Sawyer could’ve sworn his own spine was tingling from her suction.
“She’s very good at this,” Aidan said, voice thick, his hand steady on the back of Layla’s head. He didn’t force her up and down like some bad porno, just held her in place with firm pressure. She shook her curls out of her face and encircled the base of his shaft with her hand, the splay of her pale fingers against the darker olive tones of Aidan’s skin an unexplainable turn-on.
Sawyer’s balls ached every time she licked Aidan with long sweeps of her pink tongue. His heart pounded each time she hollowed her cheeks and rolled her eyes up to look into Aidan’s adoring gaze. Aidan cradled her in his grip, his thumb gentle as it circled her temple.
There was love between them, of that Sawyer had no doubt. Genuine affection too. But something else was at play here. He’d been watching—and imitating—people’s behavior too long to not pick up on the cues they tried to hide behind manufactured openness. Did she know she was part of Aidan’s production? Or was she in denial, just like her fiancé?
Not your problem. When tonight’s over, they go their way, and you go yours.
Layla pulled away to take a breath. She turned her face toward Sawyer while she slid her hand up and down Aidan’s damp shaft, almost as if she was trying to share the gesture with him. As if she were stroking his cock too.
She offered Sawyer a secret smile before she ducked her head between Aidan’s legs and did something with her mouth that made her fiancé groan. She pleasured his balls with reverence, seemingly content to spend the rest of her evening bringing him to orgasm.
Sawyer cursed and shoved her legs apart. Her pussy gleamed, that pink, slick treasure inviting his tongue.
“Go ahead.” Aidan wrapped Layla’s hair around his fist and drew her head back. Her choppy breaths filled the room. “You want him to lick you, don’t you, darling?”
She shot a glance at Sawyer, her lips puffy from their recent activity. “Please.”
One breathless word shouldn’t affect him so. But combined with those dark, devastating eyes, he couldn’t have refused her if his life depended on it.
Sawyer cupped the cheeks of her ass and spread them open to reveal her small, puckered hole. He flicked his tongue over her rosette. Another lick, stronger and harder. Deeper. She gasped, lowering her head while she inhaled a lungful of air.
“You aren’t finished here.”
Aidan’s command seemed to bring her back to herself, and she eagerly returned to Aidan’s waiting cock. “Good girl.” He mouth-fucked her in earnest, his hot hazel gaze fixed on what Sawyer was doing to hi
s woman. “You like his tongue.”
Since her mouth was a little busy, she didn’t answer. She just pushed back against Sawyer’s face in blatant demand.
“Where do you want him, baby? Your ass? Your cunt?”
Her mumbled reply consisted of more whimpers than actual words. Sawyer darted two fingers into her sex and groaned at the pressure as she squeezed to hold him inside. “Christ. She’s dripping.”
“Think that’s her answer.”
Ignoring Aidan’s amused response, Sawyer shimmied into position. She was about to be his. Hands on her ass, he buried his face between her thighs.
Goddammit.
Her cry rocketed into his ears as he set a brutal pace with his tongue and lips on her clit, plus the two fingers he embedded deep. Three when she jerked against him, pleading for more.
Her ripe flavor took his senses hostage. Here her sweetness was edged with desperation. She quaked, clearly close. He redoubled his efforts, thrusting harder while he explored her thoroughly, adding nips here and there to keep her off-balance. To keep her weak and trembling as she was now. If she’d had breath to speak, she would’ve begged, he knew it.
He couldn’t wait to make her come. He’d love knowing his name was on her lips, no matter whose cock was in her mouth.
Without warning, she started to buck. Hips flailing, tight walls spasming so that her juice trickled over his tongue like honey glaze. He held her still and replaced his fingers with his tongue, stroking it inside her to catch every drop she gave him.
Distantly, he heard Aidan growl. He lifted his head in time to watch her fiancé yank his cock free. Two steps and he shot off across her back, the spray a brand on her creamy, flawless skin. Beneath it, she whimpered and lowered her face to her crossed arms, her body still vibrating from the aftereffects of her climax. Or from the thrill of having Aidan paint her with his cum like a graffiti artist decorating his favorite bridge.
Aidan gave Sawyer a feral smile as he milked the last of his orgasm from his cock, each falling droplet adding another letter to the message on the wall.