Tied with a Bow Anthology, Vol. 2

by Morris, Raven

  “Hey, I wouldn’t mind, but not by myself. That’s lame. Especially for Marty.” Flashdance looked at her. “Our friend can get any woman he wants. And usually does.”

  No surprise.

  “So…” Shirtless hopped onto the half-wall beside where she was standing. “Did you enjoy the show?”

  “I guess.”

  “You guess? Lady, either you thought it was hot or you laughed your ass off. You can’t tell me you sat there and were unaffected.” He looked her up and down. “Please tell me you weren’t unaffected.”

  Oh my. That voice was low and throaty and not because he was feeling ill.

  Damn if her nipples didn’t realize it, too.

  She so should have worn a bra under her t-shirt. But this was New Orleans. The night was hot and she’d been feeling rather uninhibited after her own private showing of Marty.

  Shirtless was enjoying his own showing of her nipples.

  She crossed her arms. Which only pushed her breasts up.

  He smiled.

  “It was… interesting. I’ve never, well, that is, I never saw that before.”

  “Someone jerking off? Seriously?”

  “I meant by himself, without knowing anyone was looking.”

  “Trust me. Marty knew. If not that you, specifically, were looking; he knew someone would be. Why do you think the window was open? And let me guess—the lights were on.”

  She nodded.

  “Yeah, that’s Marty. He likes to be out there in everything he does.”

  “Interesting guy.”

  “The stories we could tell you—” said Flashdance.

  “Can we skip the stories, guys?” Boa Guy said. “We’re in New Orleans. Cheap beer and even cheaper women. Are we going to hit the streets or not?’

  Shirtless shook his head, and oh what it did to his abs. “I told you, I can’t go. I ordered room service. I gotta wait.”

  “Damn, Rich, don’t you ever stop eating?”

  Rich—Shirtless—looked at her when he answered. “I like to eat.”

  She was hearing innuendo where none existed.

  “You guys go out if you want. I’m sure Miss…” Rich held out his hand.

  She took it. “Um, Melody. Melody St. Marks.” Whoa baby, he was as hot to touch as Marty had been to watch.

  “Nice to meet you. I’m Richard Franklin. Would you like to join me for dinner since these idiots are bugging out on me?’

  “Oh I already ate.” She swallowed on that word.

  And she wouldn’t mind swallowing something else.

  Good God, what was wrong with her? Had seven sexless months really turned her into a horny teenager?

  “I ordered wine. Surely you’ll have a glass of that?”

  He wasn’t making it easy to say no. And why should she? She was single—the mediator had made the process of undoing fifteen years of marriage almost too easy—she was alone, she was horny, and she was pretty sure he was offering to alleviate at least two of those conditions.

  “If you’re sure you don’t mind.”

  “Not at all.”

  Just then room service showed up on the deck. “Mr. Franklin?”

  Rich nodded and reached for the check while the waiter unloaded a serving tray onto the wall between them.

  “Jeez, what’d you do, order the entire menu?” Boa Guy grabbed a fry. “If we eat all that, we might as well forget drinking. That shit’ll soak up all the alcohol.” He dragged the boa off his neck and draped it over her shoulders. “Here. I’m Dan. This matches your dress. Have fun.” He smacked Flashdance in the chest. “Come on Loverboy, let’s go find some women.”

  “You’re really not going to go with them?’ she asked as Rich’s two friends followed the waiter back into the hotel.

  Rich arched an eyebrow. “And leave all this?” He offered her a French fry by holding it up to her lips.

  Melody looked at him. He was offering; was she taking?

  The throbbing ache in her pussy did the answering for her and she wrapped her lips slowly around the fry.

  Rich’s eyes widened. And he held onto that thing until her lips reached his fingers.

  They stayed like that, the moment charged, expectant, heavy with the attraction—

  Until someone banged a door closed nearby, and Rich pulled away. “There’s all this... um, food.’”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m hungry.”

  “Uh huh.”

  “You’re not talking.”

  “I… what?” She shook her head. “Sorry. But, yes, I’m hungry and the food looks good. Thanks for sharing.”

  “I don’t mind sharing.”

  He liked to share? Just the thought was enough to cream her panties. Which she did. No, she wasn’t reading innuendo where none existed—because it did exist.

  She watched him eat his burger while she dabbled with a few fries. Typical guy. In the heart of Cajun country with seafood and French cuisine all around, and he ordered a hamburger.

  He reached for a napkin, and, no, actually, he wasn’t a typical guy. The ones she knew didn’t have rippling abs like that. The ones she knew didn’t have that spark in his eye that sparked something inside her. They didn’t have the sexiest set of lips she’d ever seen and they had certainly never inspired her to toss aside thirty-eight years of good behavior for a night of straight-out hot sex with a stranger.

  “Now you’re staring.” And they certainly didn’t have a bedroom voice to go along with bedroom eyes and a body that screamed for anything but sleep.

  “I, um… I’m sorry?”

  “Oh no, sweetheart, don’t apologize. Look all you like. It’s not often a woman is focusing on me instead of panting after Marty. Especially after what you saw.”

  She licked her lips, embarrassed that he knew what she’d seen. She should have kept her mouth shut. “Marty was, well, call it curiosity. But you…” What was she doing? She hadn’t even had a glass of wine yet.

  “I… what?” He sat back with a sexy lop-sided smile and crossed his arms, which did really good things to his pecs. “Go on. This is getting interesting.”

  Crud. What should she do? She was in over her head here. First of all, the guy was gorgeous and knew it. Second he had to be at least five years younger than she was. And third, she hadn’t done this in over fifteen years. Flirting. Pick-ups. One night stands.

  She’d never done the last one.

  Look where that’d gotten her.

  “You’re, uh, very interesting.” Okay, not her best shot, but it was one thing to talk hypothetical hook ups with her friends back in the comfort of their living rooms, but quite another to actually go out and do it. “I mean… that is… Marty’s got nothing on you.”

  Okay, even she knew that wasn’t exactly true. Marty’s foray into exhibitionism might be considered in bad taste in most polite circles, but he had reasons not to be embarrassed about it. She couldn’t tell about Rich because well, he was still dressed, but, yeah, Marty was a hard act to follow.

  Her gaze flew to Rich’s crotch.

  He was pretty hard, too.

  “Caught me.”

  She looked up at him. He was smiling.

  “What can I say? You’re gorgeous, you’re wearing my dress, and you can eat a French fry like nobody’s business.”

  “That’s not all I can eat.” And there, she’d set her inner Melody free. The one who was sick of being the good girl. The one who’d been shitted on for being a good girl. The one who wanted, just once, to do something completely out of character and experience something she’d never in a million years try at home. But here, nine hundred miles away, with no one around who knew her, she could be anyone she wanted to be.

  And she wanted to be the woman who wasn’t afraid to take a chance. To have an adventure. To celebrate her birthday in a way she’d never forget.

  Rich wasn’t saying anything. He also wasn’t eating. He was barely blinking.

  “God, woman, you almost made me come in
my pants.”

  She took his hamburger from him and set it down. That was not the meat she was hungry for and his pants were not where she wanted him to come. “How about you come in my mouth instead?”

  His eyes darkened and he jumped off the wall and was just about to yank her into his arms—to which she’d willingly go—when Boa ran back onto the pool deck, Flashdance in tow, both of them laughing hysterically.

  “Hey, Rich! Get a load of this!” He tugged on her boa. “You, too, Melody. If you thought earlier was a show, wait ’til you see this.” He motioned for them to follow him along the balcony to the spot right in front of her room where she’d had such an awesome view of Marty.

  She looked across the courtyard.

  There he was again. Only this time, he had a woman with him, on the bed with her legs—and the French doors—spread wide.

  “Holy shit.” Flashdance started cracking up. “Only him.”

  Another first for Melody. Sure, she’d had guys eat her out before, but she’d never seen it from this angle.

  It was so hot. Marty’s head was moving back and forth, his ass was up in the air, and the woman… Her legs were flexing and straining, her hips arching, and when she clamped her thighs around Marty’s shoulders, Melody’s wanted to clamp around something.

  Rick leaned on the railing beside her, his shoulder touching hers. “That’s hot.”

  She nodded, her throat suddenly dry. She hadn’t been imagining it; Rich was coming on to her.

  Question was, what was she going to do about it?

  Flashdance called out some encouragement to Marty, but Boa smacked him on the arm. “Quiet. We don’t want him to stop. And I’m sure she doesn’t want him to, either.”

  Marty lifted the woman’s leg and turned her on her side. Oh God. He was eating out her ass.

  Melody’s whole body flooded with desire, her pussy throbbing and swollen. “Do you guys do this a lot? Watch him?”

  Rich’s shoulder pressed against hers just a little bit more. “No. He’s usually a little more circumspect when he’s with a woman, but I guess since this is New Orleans and we are here for a bachelor party, he feels it’s okay.”

  “Bachelor party? Who’s getting married?”

  There was a moment of silence, then Rich looked at her. “Marty.”

  Oh. “She’s not his fiancée, is she?”

  Rich shook his head. “Nope. Marty has a problem with commitment. We have no idea why he’s getting married. He already was once and you can guess how that worked out.”

  “So your friend’s a dick?”

  “Pretty much.”

  “And what about you?”

  “Me? A dick? Hell no. I’m a great boyfriend.”

  “Are you one now?”

  “You’re asking if I came here looking to cheat on someone back home?” He leaned on his right elbow. “No. I’m not. I’m single. Marty wanted to come here for a bachelor party, so we did. End of story.”

  Melody mentally kicked herself. What did his relationship status matter if she was thinking about a one-night stand? He’d have to live with his decision, not her.

  Except, having been the cheat-ee, Melody couldn’t participate in that scenario. She didn’t poach.

  If he was single, however… all bets were off.

  “How about you?” he asked. “What are you doing in New Orleans?”

  “My friends gave me the trip as a birthday present. I needed a change.”

  “Sounds serious.”

  “I’m trying not to let it be. I just want to have fun.”

  “Don’t all girls?” He smiled to one side and that was sexier than a full on smile, though it was his statement about being a good boyfriend that made him even sexier.

  But she was about to smack him for his impudence when Marty’s, er, friend let out a long, keening moan that echoed throughout the courtyard. Marty held her hips off the bed with his face buried between them.

  “Damn, that guy is good.” Boa leaned against the railing on Melody’s left. “Think he knows we’re watching?”

  Rich shrugged. “He doesn’t care. Marty’s all about being the center of attention.”

  Sounded like a prince of a guy.

  Marty set the woman’s lower half back on the bed, then crawled up over her. The door jamb blocked their view, but when Marty’s ass started to rock, it was pretty easy to figure out what was happening since the girl hadn’t moved.

  “Aw man, is he going to blow his wad in her mouth?” Flashdance leaned his hand on the column support holding up the balcony roof. “Not cool. We need to talk to him about his stage presence. The audience needs to see everything he’s doing for this to be effective.”

  Boa guy exhaled beside her. “I dunno. It’s pretty effective for me.”

  Rich’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Melody. “How about you? Is Marty affecting you?”

  Melody licked her lips, knowing what he was asking. Knowing she was going to take him up on his offer. This was her birthday, dammit; she was going to enjoy this nice little—er, big—present fate had tossed her way. “Yeah, he is.”

  Rich’s eyes flashed and he brushed a finger along her arm.

  “He’s going for the condom.” Flashdance gripped the railing with both hands, his back rigid, his shoulders tight.

  Melody looked around Rich at Flashdance. Yup, his dress was tented. She chuckled. “Guess I’m not the only one Marty’s affecting.”

  The girl moaned again, this time with an answering one from Marty. Those two certainly were certainly affected, and they didn’t care who knew it.

  Marty pumped inside her. The man was sculpted like a piece of artwork, so it truly was a beautiful thing to watch. A study in the fluidics of the perfect male form and Melody felt an answering thrust in her pussy every time he rocked into the woman.

  Rich slid closer.

  So did Boa. His touch at her back startled her at first, but she made herself relax. Two guys? A double birthday present. She’d never done that before, but what happened in New Orleans could stay in New Orleans and live on solely in her memory.

  Marty picked up the pace. The woman clawed at his back, dragging him down onto her, and she wrapped her legs around his ass and met him thrust for thrust, each one reverberating through Melody’s pussy.

  Her juices coated the tops of her thighs and would have run down her legs if she hadn’t clamped them together. The pressure helped with the aching throbbing there, but she needed Marty and friend to hurry up so she could take her new friend back to her room and have her way with him. And his with her. God, she couldn’t wait to see what he wanted to do to her.

  “Jesus, the guy’s a machine.” Boa’s breath came harsh and fast, and Melody could feel exactly how much this scene affected him. His dick was pressed up against her ass—literally since her dress was so short, it’d slipped beneath it.

  Rich reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers. He clenched them with each thrust Marty made, in perfect time with the clenching going on between her legs.

  “Fuck.” Flashdance whispered it on a moan and Melody looked over to see him thrusting through a diamond shaped hole in the wrought iron railing, his dress acting as a sheath.

  “Watch.” Rich turned her jaw so she was looking at Marty again, who was pistoning into the woman like a well-oiled machine.

  And, oh, was he well-oiled. A sheen of sweat coated his back and his ass and his thighs and Melody could swear she felt all that hot sweaty sexiness sliding against her. Her nipples tightened and her breasts grew heavy with need. She needed to get off. Fast. Now.

  Boa Guy did. His tempo increased, his breath harsh, and just as Marty strained against the woman, Melody felt the warm gush of cum spurt from Boa against her ass, the warm stickiness seeping through both his boxers and her panties.

  She pressed back against him and Boa grunted as he rubbed himself around in a circle. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. She was aching and wet and needed to get off.

 
; “Damn, that was hot.” Flashdance slumped against the column support, his chest heaving.

  Only Rich seemed unaffected.

  She withdrew her hand from his and tucked her hair behind her ears. “That didn’t do anything for you?”

  The look he gave her called her a liar. “Oh it did, but a dry hump on a balcony isn’t my idea of a good time.” He looked over her shoulder and glared at Boa.

  She didn’t have time for drama, so she licked her lips and ran her finger along his arm. “Then what is?”

  That got his attention. He dragged her to him, plastering her aching breasts against that muscled shirtless sexy chest of his, hiked her up with his hands beneath her ass, wrapped her legs around him, and swept his tongue inside her mouth, lighting her on fire.

  Beneath her, his thumb found her clit.

  Oh God. She flooded her panties again, her body screaming with need.

  “Where’s your room?” he asked, grinding the hard length of his cock against her.

  “Behind you and down one.”

  “Dude, can we join in?” Boa’s voice was strained.

  Rich pulled his mouth from hers. “Not now. She’s mine. Come back later and we’ll see.”

  That had all sorts of promise to it, but right now, the only thing she wanted to explore was the promise of the ridge beneath his pants and its ability to satisfy her.

  Rich kicked the door open and barreled through—being sure to kick it shut, thank goodness—then followed her down onto the bed in a tidal wave of lust, reflected moonlight bathing her room in shadows.

  “Get this dress off.” He tugged the neckline down until he could get to her breast.

  Then he tugged the other side until it was beneath the other breast, offering both of them up for his pleasure.

  “On second thought, I like it on you just like this.” He sucked her nipple into his mouth and left the other one to pout in the heated night air.

  “Touch me, Rich.” Her nipple ached and she arched into his mouth.

  Instead, he yanked the hem of the dress up and plunged his fingers between her legs. “You’re so wet.”

  She panted when he pressed against her clit.

  “For me? Or Marty?”

  “Who?” God, yes, he needed to keep doing that.

  Rich chuckled as he tongued her nipple again. “Good answer.”