She looked at Logan. His Adam’s apple slid up and down as he swallowed. “Don’t be silly,” she whispered. “You’re just joking.”
“You’re chicken,” Cat taunted lightly.
“Maybe.” Then she didn’t think, she simply spoke. “Let’s see who’s chicken. Why don’t you do it for us?”
Cat flapped a hand back at Drew. “You mean suck Drew while you two watch?”
“Yes.”
Cat smiled. She was wholly feminine, entirely without self-doubt, completely assured. “All right, you’re on.”
“Jesus, don’t I have anything to say about it?” Drew shot back.
“No. You’re a man, you want it,” Cat said without even looking at him.
“Do it,” Logan said, though it might have been soft enough only for Alexis to hear.
Cat held his gaze for five seconds. Such a long time, it seemed. Behind her, Drew simply sat. And looked at Alexis. She couldn’t read a thing in his gaze.
But when Cat turned, he rose from the water to rest on the edge of the tub.
He was huge, hard, the crown almost purple. The sex talk had gotten to him. Alexis couldn’t tear her eyes away.
Slowly, Cat floated through the water, then, sitting on the bench by Drew’s side, she wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him.
Alexis felt hot flames licking at her pussy. Her breath seemed lodged in her chest. His cock was beautiful as Cat lowered her lips over him, sucked the tip, then took him deep until her lips met her fist.
She shouldn’t look, shouldn’t be so utterly captivated. Yet she salivated.
When she let her gaze rise, Drew was looking at her, not Cat. And he knew she was salivating over him.
Chapter Five
In that moment, Drew couldn’t have said no even if he’d been threatened with a viper pit.
It was wrong. It was fucked up. He wanted it bad. Her eyes on him were like the sweet lick of a tongue. Alexis. Drew lost himself in desire. It didn’t matter that it was Cat’s mouth; in this moment, it was all about Alexis. Which was so damn bad, yet so fucking good.
He was out of control. Her story about the sex party stirred images of her wandering those rooms, the scent of her arousal perfuming the air around her. It was enough to drive a strong man mad. He wasn’t a strong man. He was damned weak. He wanted her. He’d allowed Cat’s fantasies to seduce him, which was fine in the darkness of their bedroom, but here... Christ. It was dangerous. Yet he closed his eyes and imagined it was Alexis taking him. He gave a strangled cry as she lightly squeezed his balls.
Then, dammit, he opened his eyes again and shot a gaze at Logan. She was married to his friend. And the friend was sitting right next to her.
Yet even as Logan watched, his arm moved, his hand beneath the water. Alexis tipped her head back, and her eyelids fell to half mast. The waters frothed and whirled around them, the heat rising into the night, and his mind swirled down into sensation. There was only the bubbling water, the warm mouth, soft fingers, and Alexis watching him, her lips parted. The night undulated with sex and heat.
Drew groaned, his hips rising involuntarily, pushing deep. It was crazy—before, it was always Cat who craved the audience, the risk—but this time he got off on being watched. The pink glow of Alexis’s skin tantalized him, her full lips beckoned, her blue eyes dark with the same desire that consumed him.
Logan lifted her breast in his hand, plumped it above the water’s surface. Her nipple was tight, distended. Logan bent to her and sucked. Over her husband’s head, Alexis watched Drew, her gaze dropping to his cock. Then she licked her lips, and it seemed they were the only two people in the hot tub. Not touching, connected only by their gazes.
Drew detonated. As his body bucked and trembled, he held onto her gaze, her eyes milking his orgasm, pushing it higher, longer, harder; he couldn’t remember ever experiencing such a powerful climax.
Then, having drained every last ounce of energy from him, Cat gave the tip of his cock one last kiss. “Well, that was certainly hot,” she murmured, looking up at him, a satisfied, cat-that-licked-the-cream smile on her lips. Such an apt description under the circumstances.
He slid down into the water, boneless, unable to answer, unable to move.
“”Je-sus,” Logan said, raising one eyebrow in salute for a job well done.
They’d crossed a line. All bets were off. Anything goes. Cat looked at him with glittering eyes. She’d gotten what she wanted. Logan and Alexis had watched. The next step would come so much more easily.
Alexis pushed out of the water, sitting back on the edge, moisture streaming down her breasts, her abdomen, the triangle of hair at her apex. “I’m so overheated, I’m going to faint.”
Drew could hear his own breath, in, out. A swallow hurt his throat.
“I’ll just bet you’re overheated,” Cat said, smiling slyly at Logan. “Tell us how hot she is, Logan.”
Logan slid a hand up Alexis’s calf, between her knees. For a brief moment, Alexis stared down at him, her knees pressed tightly together. Then Logan murmured to her, “Come on, baby. I want to see how wet you are.”
“I’ve just been in the water, silly, I’m very wet.” Alexis glanced at Cat.
Whatever the unspoken message was, Cat answered with, “You watched us perform.” She slid an arm across Drew’s chest. “Now we want to see your performance.”
His logic was returning. He should put a stop to it. Cat was pushing too hard too fast.
Logan pressed between Alexis’s knees, parting them. “I want to make you come for them, baby. Let me do it. Let me lick you.” He kissed her knee. “Remember how you fucked me in the stairwell after the party, baby?”
Alexis rolled her lips between her teeth, flicking a look at Cat, then Drew, back down to Logan.
“You were so wet, baby. You wanted it so bad. Remember how you said you wished you’d let me do it in front of everyone.”
An image assailed Drew; Alexis against a bare concrete wall, her party dress pulled to her waist, Logan taking her. The thought was so vivid, he could hear the sweetness of her moans.
Beside him, Cat’s fingernails pricked his thigh muscle. The muscles of her face were tense, her breath quick, the light in her eyes avid.
“Let’s do it now, baby.” Logan rose, bracing one knee on the hot tub’s bench seat, and pried Alexis’s thighs apart. “God, I can smell you.” He breathed deeply, his head back as if he savored her aroma. Then, looking meeting her gaze once more, he traced her thigh up to her pussy. The fine hair between her legs sparkled with moisture and arousal.
Still, Drew wasn’t sure she wanted it, not like this. He opened his mouth to put a stop to it, but for the first time since Logan began his low, mesmerizing coaxing, Alexis looked at him. Drew felt himself fall into the deep pool of her gaze.
“Yes, I want it,” she whispered. “God, yes, please.” She trailed a hand up her torso, cupped her breast, squeezed her nipple wantonly, then spread her legs for her husband.
And opened herself to Drew.
Her pussy was gorgeous, plump, wet. Logan flicked her clit with his index finger, and she moaned. Leaning back on her hands, she gave him full access. Sitting slightly to the side, he gave their audience maximum viewing pleasure.
“I love your pussy, baby,” he crooned, as if she were a frightened filly that still needed soothing.
“Rub her, Logan. I want to see her squirm with delight.” As Logan did, Cat pressed her lips to Drew’s ear, whispering, “Do you like her pussy?”
“Yes.” He didn’t lie. If she touched him, she’d know anyway. His cock was hard again, his heart beating fast, his whole body pulsing.
“That’s what I want you to do,” Cat went on seducing, though it was long past necessary.
As Logan hit some perfect spot, Alexis sucked in a breath, gave a little sound of pleasure and pulled her knee up, bracing her foot on the edge of the tub. “Lick me, please, I need it so bad.”
She didn’t say Log
an’s name. In his mind, Drew heard his own name on her lips.
Leaning over her thigh, still leaving as much of her plump pussy visible as possible, Logan put his mouth to her. Her body undulated against him. She panted.
Cat ran a fingernail down Drew’s cock, then cupped his balls. “You need it again, don’t you.”
Drew swallowed painfully. “It’s the moment, the situation,” he tried to explain.
She leaned in to bite his nipple in an agony of pleasure. “It’s that hot little pussy you want.”
Drowning in her own sensations, he didn’t think Alexis could hear them. She threaded her fingers through Logan’s coppery hair and held him to her. “Oh God,” she said, the words a gasp.
“I just need to fuck, that’s all. A blow job wasn’t enough.” Drew’s voice cracked with need.
“Tell Logan you want to fuck her,” she whispered. “I bet he’ll let you.”
“No.” He grabbed Cat by the hair, pulled her head back, took her mouth in a blistering kiss, wiping out the vision of Alexis with her legs spread. “I’ll fuck you later,” he said against her lips.
“You’ll fuck us both.”
It was a promise, one he wasn’t sure he could resist. But though Cat pushed and claimed she wanted it, if he actually did it, he knew there’d be consequences. There always were. Women couldn’t handle their man being enticed by another.
Yet he managed to forget about consequences as Cat stroked him beneath the water and Alexis edged closer to climax. Her body shone with perspiration, her skin glowed, her breasts rose and fell as she gasped, then she cried out, a long, low moan that turned up the heat in his blood from simmer to boil. A full body tremble coursed through her as Logan kept his tongue on her hot spot. When Alexis finally opened her eyes again, they gleamed like hot blue flames. He’d never seen a more perfect orgasm on a woman.
He was in a shitload of trouble.
* * * * *
Logan drove into her. “Christ, that was hot, baby.”
Their hot-tub sojourn had ended, Logan had pleaded a long day and a long drive, then he’d dragged Alexis upstairs to their room and jumped her before she’d even had a chance to brush her teeth. Her body trembled on the edge of orgasm. Logan’s cock was thick, big, hard, and he was the only man she’d ever climaxed with during intercourse. Heh, maybe that’s why she’d married him.
That was just a joke. She loved Logan. He was smart and sexy; he’d bowled her over from the first moment. He was strong, assertive, his sex strive immense. And kinky. It had taken a long time, but he’d eventually made her crave the kinkiness, too. They’d gone to that sex party, and when he finally took her to another, he’d want to do a lot more than watch, she knew.
He pulled out before she hit the big O and crawled down her body, laying between her legs. “Such a pretty pussy,” he whispered as if it were a separate part of her body. Then he looked up. “He was so fucking hard watching you.” Leaning down, he swiped his tongue over her clit. She jerked in reaction, heat shooting through her.
“Cat had only just made him come. He couldn’t have been hard.” She tried to make sense, but Logan was teasing her and thinking was difficult.
Riding her clit gently with the pad of his finger, he blew warm breath on her. She shivered. Then she met his brilliant green gaze. “I want to see your lips wrapped around that cock, baby. I want to see you drain him.”
Then he attacked her clit with his tongue, stars bursting before her eyes. God, she did want that cock. She’d come with Drew’s gaze on her. Yes, it was Logan’s tongue, just like now, but it was the way Drew looked at her. As if he’d die for a taste of her.
She held Drew’s mouth to her. No, wait, Logan’s mouth. Hands fisted in his hair, she held him tight. “Lick me,” she demanded.
He devoured her. She rocked and rolled on the bed, cried out. She didn’t care if Cat and Drew heard. God, she wanted them to. She wanted Drew to hear, to remember how she’d looked on the edge of the hot tub, legs spread, pussy bared to him.
She came then, almost as hard as she had earlier in the evening when Drew’s gaze simply ate her up.
Logan was inside her again before she came down off the high, riding her to ecstasy with his cock and his dirty talk. “I wanted you to suck that guy at the party. I wanted it so bad, baby. You, down on your knees, that big cock in your mouth.”
The man they’d first seen in the hall at the party. He was huge. It was all Logan could talk about. Then. Now. For a long time she’d wondered how he could be turned on by the idea of her with another man. It didn’t make sense. Men were inherently possessive. Logan never let anyone drive his Porsche. He kept it in the garage, taking it out on weekends to wash it and head out for a leisurely drive in the Saratoga Hills. Yet she’d finally realized that possessiveness was part of the high, part of the power; he could allow another man the pleasure of having her. That’s what turned him on. And she’d succumbed to the desire. She’d wanted it. She’d just been too afraid to take it at that party.
“We could have that, baby. All the sexiness of another cock in your mouth without the guilt.”
She panted, raised her legs to his waist, went mindless with the stroke of his cock over her G-spot. And his words, his naughty thoughts.
“We could have it all, baby. They want it. Cat wants to see it. Couldn’t you tell? I could. She wants Drew’s cock in your mouth. I want it. Do it. Please, baby, please.” He groaned, took her harder. God, she loved it.
And she loved the thought of sucking Drew for him. “Oh God. Yes.” She could do it. “I want to suck him. I want his come in my mouth, Logan. I want to feel him shudder against me.”
“Yeah, baby. You need it. I need it.”
She came with his chant in her ears, the headboard knocking the wall, as if they were asking to be let in.
It was totally hot, completely wild.
But in the morning? She could simply change her mind.
Chapter Six
Cat hiked with gusto, the way she did everything, arms and legs pumping for the five-mile hike up to Grass Lake. She didn’t break a sweat. Alexis wasn’t in bad shape, but the elevation took its toll. She was breathing hard by the time the trail flattened out as they approached the lake. All in all, she’d kept up well. The views along the way were exhilarating; waterfalls, lupine, columbine, and a host of bright wildflowers she didn’t know the names of, all beneath a canopy of amazingly clear blue sky.
They settled down on some rocks by the lake, sheltered from view of the hiking trail by an outcropping that rose above them. Removing their boots and socks, they stuck their feet in the cool water. The sun glittered on the surface, beautiful in its intensity. Birds sang, and a pair of squirrels chattered at each other in some nearby trees, but there wasn’t a single human voice other than their own, just the peace of nature.
“Here’s your PB&J.” Cat handed Alexis a sandwich from the small pack she’d carried. Alexis had worn the fanny pack with the water bottles attached to the sides.
Logan and Drew had gotten up at five this morning for the fishing charter. Yesterday, Sunday, they’d driven around the lake, had dinner at a casino’s all-you-can-eat seafood buffet, then crashed early. By some strange unspoken agreement, no one talked about Saturday night. Yet Alexis had felt it buzzing in the back of everyone’s mind. Especially hers.
“You want some carrots?” Cat held out a small bag.
“Thanks.” In the water, minnows darted to and fro.
“They better catch some big fish,” Cat said.
Alexis laughed. “It’ll be the most expensive fish I’ve ever had.”
“It’s gotta be a guy thing.”
“I went with Logan once,” Alexis said. “And once was enough.” It was different, kind of fun, until you realized it was hours of sitting and drinking beer for a few minutes of excitement. “But the taste of freshly caught fish, there’s nothing like it.”
Cat tossed a crumb of her egg salad sandwich out into the lake. The
school of fish swarmed it. “Drew was afraid you might have been freaked out by what happened Saturday night.”
Well, she’d known it would come up at some point. “Not freaked out, just...”
“Kinda weird?”
“Yes.” She felt even more weird now, discussing it with Cat.
“I suppose you think it’s strange, but I thought it was completely hot.” Cat was silent a long moment. “I’ve had this fantasy for a long time about sharing Drew’s cock with another woman.” She tossed another bit of her sandwich. It landed closer. The minnows dared to swim closer to get it.
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