His cock twitched and swelled. “Careful,” he whispered.
“No one can see.”
He liked the fact she felt easy enough with him to tease. “I’ll have to walk out of this place,” he muttered.
“You can always grab a menu.”
“We could always hit the restroom…together,” he growled.
Her eyes widened and Tommy grinned.
“I’m not going to win this one, am I?” she said, arching a dark brow.
“Not when I’m ready and willin’ to call any bluff.”
A throat cleared. The waitress was back. They both ordered steaks, although his was much larger and smothered in mushrooms. She ordered a side salad. He had potatoes and a side of green beans. They ordered red wine and sat enjoying the quiet and each other’s company. When their food came, they both groaned over the flavors.
“Sex always makes food taste so much better,” he said.
“I’ll take your word for it,” she murmured.
Tommy cleared his throat and set down his fork. He thought she might be ready to play. “I have something for you.”
She lowered her fork. “A gift?”
“I hope you’ll think of it that way.”
Her eyes narrowed. “What is it?”
He reached into his pants pocket and brought out a small velvet pouch, which he slipped into her hand. “Take it into the restroom with you. Go now.”
Her hand clenched around it, and she must have guessed what it was by the shape because her jaw sagged. “You expect—”
“I expect nothing. If it pleases you, put it inside you. I have the remote.”
“You want me to use this, here?” Her eyebrows lowered, but excitement shone in her eyes.
“It’s our secret. No one will know.”
“And when my pussy hums?” she hissed, her eyes glaring.
“No one will hear it. Promise. It’s got a quiet motor.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Go.”
Tommy watched the expressions crossing her face, shock and then grudging curiosity. When her cheeks filled with color, he knew he had her.
She scooted out of the curved bench and walked sedately toward the corridor, a little more sway to her hips than usual.
Tommy chuckled, wondering how quickly they could finish their meals, or whether he would let her finish right here in the restaurant, with no one the wiser.
The thought swelled his cock, and he adjusted himself. Yeah, he was gonna need a big damn menu.
Sitting in a stall, her lacy panties around her ankles, Sarah shook the small oval vibrator from the velvet drawstring bag. It was metal and cool to the touch. The thought of slipping it inside herself when the inner walls of her pussy were still hot from their earlier play made her shiver.
She knew what it was—and how good it could feel. Heat filled her cheeks when she thought about the fact she’d walked around with one inside her several times back home, when she’d thought about sex and been frustrated over the fact she was always doing it alone. Some of that frustration had been assuaged by the act of pleasuring herself while she went about her daily chores, in the company of men she knew and liked. The thought that one of them might discover what she was doing had only added to the excitement.
Which meant she understood exactly what Tommy was up to. He wanted her climbing the walls, ready to come at his command, whenever he decided.
She wondered if he intended for her to come while they sat at their table. The thought had her pussy clenching, and she quickly inserted it into her vagina.
When she stood, she bent to pull up her panties, but decided she’d add another element of naughtiness. Now she’d have to pay full attention to the metal egg and hold it inside herself with the grip of her inner muscles. If she didn’t it would drop straight to the floor.
Then she decided to take it a step farther and reached under her dress, pulling her arms inside and quickly stripping off her bra. Would he notice?
Crumpling up her bra and panties, she stuffed both into her clutch. She exited the stall, washed her hands and then left the restroom to walk slowly toward Tommy, who sat leaning back against the leather squabs, his stormy gaze giving her a long sweep, locking on the movement of her hips and then the bounce of her unfettered breasts.
She couldn’t help the extra sway. With the vibrator snug inside her channel, she felt sexier. Slutty, even. Not that she minded. With Tommy she felt free to explore her naughty instincts. Sliding into the booth required extra attention, and she didn’t breathe easy until she leaned against his side.
“Ready?” he said, nuzzling into her hair and whispering right into her ear.
She gave a little nod and then gasped as the vibrator erupted immediately, sending shivers throughout her lower body. She dug her fingers into his thigh.
“Shall I take it down a notch?”
She nodded a little wildly, then closed her eyes when the egg’s raucous rattle slowed, settling into a smoother groove, one that aroused a pleasant, subtle heat inside her.
He sucked on her ear lobe and gave her a spicy bite. “Raise your skirt so your bottom’s right on the leather. Don’t want you leaving a wet spot on that pretty dress.”
“But—”
“You took off your panties, right?”
Her cheek bumped his as she pulled away to stare. “How’d you know?”
His mouth twitched. “I knew you couldn’t help raisin’ the bar.”
Sarah blinked. Not in a million years before today would she have imagined she’d act on that impulse. Did he know her better than she did herself? “You’re a bad influence. You make me want to be scandalous.”
“And I’m eager to lead you into sin.”
They finished their meals, or at least Tommy did. After several bites of hers, she gave up, enjoying the warmth the wine and her new toy spread throughout her body. Luxuriant arousal kept her nipples tight and pressing against her dress. Time and again, she moved her arms to graze the tips, plumping them, presenting them to Tommy in a sultry, subtle tease.
“Your tits are pretty, Sarah,” he murmured. “So pretty there’s not a man here who hasn’t noticed them.”
She glanced down, indeed the nubs were prominent, even the outlines of her areolas showed through the thin fabric.
“Know what I really want?”
She shook her head.
“I wanna sit you on the table in front of me and suck on your puffy nipples. Then I want to eat you out.”
And she’d have let him. Even saying it, the picture was there in her mind, of her with her skirt hiked up to her waist, the straps of her dress down her arms and her nipples exposed. And she wouldn’t have cared who watched so long as his mouth got busy.
Heat pooled right between her legs, and a gush of fluid wet the seat beneath her. “We’ll need another napkin,” she whispered.
“You can have mine,” he said, sliding his napkin across his lap to hers, then tucking it between her legs. “Seeing as you’re finished with your meal, do you want to move on to dessert?”
“I couldn’t eat another bite.”
“Not talkin’ about food, sweetheart.”
The gentle vibrations increased in speed and strength. Sarah mewed and leaned back against her seat, opening her legs beneath the table, the air wafting against her hot flesh providing added stimulation.
“Keep that up and I’m gonna come,” she said, her eyelids drifting downward.
“I’ll keep eating. Let me watch.”
“I don’t know if I can keep quiet,” she said, gritting out the words as the vibrator hummed, seeming to roll side-to-side inside her. Was the squeeze of her inner muscles making it rock?
“Don’t keep quiet. I don’t care who hears you.”
Her eyes widened, and she cast a desperate glance around the room. Other patrons seemed not to notice—except for one man who sat at a table not far from theirs. She thought he glanced her way but wasn’t sure. And now she suspected he watched from the corner of hi
s eye.
“Do you mind?” Tommy asked quietly.
“Mind what?” she said, gasping and squirming.
“Havin’ him watch you come?”
She didn’t answer because her response would be damning. The thought of a stranger watching her orgasm ratcheted up the excitement building between her legs.
Tommy cut a piece of steak and forked it into his mouth before setting down his knife. Then he dropped his hand to her thigh. Fingers stroked her wet cunt. “Come for me, Sarah. Let him see.”
Her breasts were hardening, the tips lewdly exposed beneath the sleek black fabric, but she didn’t care, arching her back and pushing them out, and then grinding down on the fingers cleverly delving between her folds.
The egg pulsed hard, rattling right through her. Her breaths were jagged, rasping, she put her hands down on the seat and lifted her bottom to rock ever so slightly, raising the thigh next to his so she could hook it over his knee and open herself wider.
“Thank God for the tablecloth,” she gasped.
His chuckle was husky. “Look at him, sweetheart.”
She glanced toward the man who was looking straight at her now, dropping his hand to his lap.
Their gazes locked. He was handsome. Blond, with a scar that bit into his mouth. He wore a fancy plaid cowboy shirt with snap buttons. Arousal darkened his cheeks, and his gaze slipped to Tommy, a brow arching.
She didn’t dare look at her date, waiting for the other man’s gaze to return, and then the vibrator erupted and Tommy’s fingers plunged. Right there where anyone might see, she let her head fall back and issued a groan as she came.
When she slowly blinked open her eyes, Tommy tucked her into his side and continued to eat, acting as though it was the most natural thing in the world to get his girl off and then resume his meal.
She cast a glance toward the other man. He was rising from his chair. He gave her a nod, touched the brim of his imaginary cowboy hat as he met Tommy’s gaze and left.
Tommy patted her thigh. “Was that good for you?” he asked around a bite of pink meat, not looking her way.
“Did you know that man?”
“If I did?”
“Did you plan this?”
He glanced toward her, eyebrows raised. “How could I?”
“Do you know him?” she asked more insistently because shock was settling in.
Tommy chewed another bite of steak and, then glanced down, his gaze sweeping her expression. “I do. We’ve shared women.”
Her breath caught as she realized the rumors had been true. “And you didn’t mind bein’ in the same bed with another man?”
“The woman was between us. Her pleasure was why we shared.”
“Oh.” She glanced away because her cheeks were flaming hot.
A finger dug under her chin and lifted her face. “Sarah?”
She pressed her lips together. Good Lord, she hoped he couldn’t read her mind.
He traced her bottom lip with his finger. “Would you like to know what that’s like? Bein’ shared?”
“I’m not sure,” she said truthfully. “I trust you, but I don’t know whether I could extend that same trust to a stranger.”
He bent until his mouth hovered just above hers. “Does it make you wet—thinkin’ about it?”
Sarah swallowed, staring at his lips, then reluctantly raising her gaze. She nodded.
A smile stretched. “I’ll be right back. Have to talk to a friend about a favor.”
Her eyes widened. “Tommy. Are you gonna chase him down in the parking lot?
“He’s likely waiting right outside to see if I’ll invite him.”
“You two have this all worked out—signals or something?”
Tommy clicked his tongue. “You let him watch you come. He figures you’re into threesomes.”
When Tommy left, adjusting himself, she sat back in her chair, careful not to meet anyone’s gaze as she let it sink in that she was going to allow Tommy Triplehorn to arrange one of his naughty ménages.
Oh, she’d heard about him and Gabe. And now there was this other mystery man. Thank God, he wasn’t from Caldera or she’d die of embarrassment. So many years of celibacy, and she was really a slut at heart.
Not that she was ashamed. But it was surprising—this state of euphoric arousal that engulfed her whenever she was in Tommy Triplehorn’s presence. Things she’d never have considered before, watching him jerk off behind the barn, letting him watch her bathe, bending over a counter without any underwear on so he could view her femininity… She’d done all that.
Never before. Never again since. Only with him.
Tommy came back inside the dining room, stopping their waitress and handing her a wad of cash. Then he strode toward Sarah, reached down to grab her clutch purse and help her up.
He bent toward her. “Remember, don’t drop the vibrator.”
Concentrating, she clamped her pussy around it and let him lead her out the door.
Thankfully, the gentleman wasn’t waiting outside. Who else might have guessed what they were up to if he had been? By Tommy’s tight jaw and heightened color, she knew the game was on.
Chapter Six
There was freedom in letting go. Letting a partner plan her adventure. She’d trust Tommy to let his friend know about the things that would stop her cold. She trusted the other man was safe and discreet.
Precisely a minute after she and Tommy let themselves into their room, a soft rap sounded on the door, and Tommy let the man inside.
She stood mute. Like a doll. The vibrator still snuggly held inside her. Arousal dripped down her thighs.
“Good to see you, Tommy,” he said, his voice pleasantly deep.
“Nice to see you again, Karl. Here for the auction?”
They talked like they might have in the restaurant, politely, but all the while they were stripping. Methodically. Neatly folding their clothes and placing them atop the dresser while she stood and stared, comparing their physiques.
She’d only seen one other man naked, her husband Paul, and he’d been tall and burly. Frightening really. Tommy was a large man but lean. His friend Karl was a little shorter, perhaps only an inch taller than she was, but his frame was nicely muscled and buff.
When he dropped his trousers, she must have made a sound because he glanced over at her and grinned. “It’s got a bit of a kink.”
Indeed it did. His cock curved gently upward like a spoon. How he’d managed to keep an erection that size hidden in his pants was a mystery.
She dragged her gaze reluctantly to Tommy who stood nude with his arms crossed over his chest. “Should I be worried?” he asked.
She shook her head and then laughed. “I, um, this is…” She waved a hand. “Sorry, this is new to me.”
“So Tommy said,” Karl said, humor glinting in his blue eyes. “No restraints. No crowding, he said. Anything else you’d like me to know?”
Since he’d been so blunt, she nodded. “Only he gets to fuck this pussy.”
Karl’s mouth stretched wide. “I can see why you’re so hot for her.” His gaze trailed down her body. “Don’t suppose since this will be our one and only time that you’ll let me do the honors…”
Sarah gave Tommy a glance. He gave her a nod and a little smile. With his permission, she turned her back and held up her hair, giving Karl access to her zipper. And then she remembered the fact she wasn’t wearing a stitch of underwear underneath, and her breath caught.
Silk slid down, snagged briefly on the flare of her hips then pooled at her feet.
She held still. Karl circled her, his gaze raking her body. When he slowly lifted a hand, she didn’t flinch or jerk away, accepting his touch. He slid his fingers under a breast and lifted it, then bent and drew her nipple into his mouth.
Without so much as a warning, they’d begun.
Turning her head, she met Tommy’s smoldering gaze. His hand was on his cock, stroking himself. He looked content to watch, interest bur
ning in his eyes with perhaps a hint of challenge.
Taking her cue from him, she cupped Karl’s head and pulled him closer, inviting him to deepen the caress of his lips and tongue. She could be wanton. Tommy wouldn’t mind a bit.
When a hand trailed in the moisture leaking down her thighs, she widened her stance, giving Karl access. She tossed back her hair and opened her mouth to drag in deep breaths as he skimmed upward, sliding his fingers into her folds where he swirled and stroked.
“It’s okay to finger fuck her,” Tommy said, nearer than before.
She jerked. She hadn’t noticed he’d come up beside her.
“First, this has to go.” Holding her gaze, Karl thrust his fingers inside her and snagged the vibrator. When he pulled it out, he held it up for Tommy to take. “Nice, very little noise.”
Sarah’s lips were pursed, and she was breathing in short, ragged streams. The moment his fingers had entered her, she’d risen on her toes.
“You okay?” he asked, cuddling her sex.
Karl was so relaxed about it, his eyes brimming with amusement, he left her bemused. She gave a quick nod.
He smiled. “Where were we?”
With a breathy laugh, she said, “I think, Tommy gave you permission to finger fuck me.”
“Right.” He chuckled and slowly went down to his knees.
Tommy slid in behind her, his cock riding the cleft between her cheeks and his hands cuddling her breasts.
“Got her?” Karl asked.
Tommy snaked his arm around her middle and held her against his chest, while Karl lifted one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder.
“Better,” Karl growled.
Sarah stared straight ahead until the black of her sandal caught her eye. She was nude, standing between two men, and she still wore her black heels. How thoroughly decadent. How unlike the Sarah Colby she thought she knew.
She wasn’t shocked, wasn’t dismayed or ashamed. Her body was on fire. Her mind riding a high. She’d never felt this free. This alive. She turned her head to rub her cheek against Tommy’s shoulder. “Thank you.”
“No thanks required. I expect to be rewarded for being this generous.”
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