Uncommon Pleasure

by Anne Calhoun

  Stifled grunts choked from Sean’s throat with each slow, sure movement of Lauren’s head, every muscle in his abdomen tight under the strain. His jaw was set, eyes closed, hips thrusting into her mouth. Ty withdrew his hands from Lauren’s pussy. She whimpered, then whimpered again when he pinched her nipples, and flat-out groaned when he simply cupped the soft mounds, leaving the sensitive, wet peaks to cool in the air.

  “I’m gonna come,” Sean ground out. “Right fucking now.”

  His fingers tightened around Lauren’s head, and Ty rolled her nipples as Sean’s body jerked in release. He heard her swallow in rapid succession and her body tremble in his hands before Sean’s arm went limp. Lauren’s head dropped back against Ty’s shoulder as she gasped for air. His head bowed, Sean eased back against the wall, and Lauren wiped the back of her hand across her wet mouth.

  The movement hit Ty like a body blow. She turned to look at him, her eyes glazed, her lips so swollen and stretched. “Like the show?” she asked.

  Another body blow. In response he laid his fingers along her jaw to turn her mouth to his and kissed her as he ground his cock against her ass. “What do you think?”

  “I think everyone’s come except you,” she said.

  “I’ll get mine,” he said. He looked up at Sean. “Ready for another round?”

  “Two minutes, tops,” Sean said.

  Semper fi.

  * * *

  Languid desire coursed through Lauren’s veins with each slow, hard heartbeat. She’d passed arousal and now floated in an ocean of molten need. Ty asked if women found blow jobs as arousing as men, and the answer was It depends…on the man, the circumstances, the mood, the time of the month. The stars were all in alignment tonight, because that blow job got her almost as hot as Sean. Another slow circle around her clit and she would have come with Sean’s cock in her mouth.

  While Ty watched. How much of the arousal stemmed from Ty’s commanding demeanor? He let down his guard like this, became the man she knew was inside. She’d seen the sharp anguish in Sean’s eyes, felt uncertainty skitter across her nerves like hard-soled shoes on black ice, but Ty stepped in and managed it.

  When Sean moved to shove his pants down and off, Ty gripped her around the waist and urged her to her feet. “On your knees on the bed,” he said.

  She obeyed, pulling the chenille spread and top sheet to the foot of the bed before kneeling in the center and watching the men strip. Ty rummaged through her nightstand, handed Sean a condom, then withdrew the lube. She quirked an eyebrow at him, but he didn’t answer, tilting the power dynamics back in his favor. After Sean sheathed his still erect cock in latex, Ty said, “Against the headboard.”

  As Sean situated himself his gaze flicked over her, the light in the pale blue depths telling her she wasn’t the only participant expanding her horizons tonight. A few more low-voiced commands from Ty and she straddled Sean’s hips, her hands on his shoulders holding her poised above his erection. He cupped her breasts while Ty exerted pressure on her hips and she sank down, taking his shaft deep into her body.

  The position left her vulnerable and exposed, and when Ty’s fingers trailed over her hips then down into the cleft in her ass, she knew where this was going. He pressed one thumb firmly against her pucker. An answering spark of arousal flashed through her cunt.

  “Ever done this before?” he asked.

  She peered over her shoulder, through her tangled hair. “Which part?”

  A little grin lifted the corner of his mouth, but he pressed more firmly on her anus. Her eyelids dropped closed as she clenched around Sean. “Tried,” she said softly. “It hurt, so we stopped.”

  “Same rules apply here.” The top of the lube bottle clicked open, then his fingers returned, circling her anus, applying pressure. She looked at Sean. His face was intent, serious, aroused as he slid his hands under her hair to grip her nape and jaw and pull her face to his for a purposeful kiss. When his tongue slid into her mouth heat washed through her, and her fingers tightened on his shoulders. He pulled back, her jaw still cupped in his hands, and peered at her. She smiled.

  His next kiss was hot, deep, slow perfection, effectively dividing her attention. Ty kept up the slow, circular pressure, making sensation build inside her until she shimmied in their grip.

  “Stay still,” Sean said.

  One hand dropped to her hip to make sure she did. She whimpered a protest but followed his command because she couldn’t do anything else. Sean kissed her with a focus that shocked her, and it only grew worse when Ty’s free hand drifted to her clit and began to mimic the circles against her anus. Sean’s mouth on hers, his fingers now plucking her nipples, Ty’s hands on her clit and anus, Sean’s cock inside her, Ty’s sliding against her tailbone. Her brain sparked and crackled like a downed wire, then shut down completely.

  Until Ty slid one finger into her anus. She tore her mouth from Sean’s and moaned, not from pain but from the sensation. She’d heard it could be incredible, knew it was a possibility in this scenario. She trusted Ty to take it slow and gentle, but…oh God.

  Sean took his role as distraction quite seriously, because he pulled her mouth back to his and continued to torment her nipples, and though she tried to remain still, eventually the focused sexual attention had her grinding down on his cock, trying to get additional pressure on her clit. Then Ty slid a second finger into her ass, and this time Sean leaned back.

  “I want to see this,” he said, his voice low and rough.

  He kept his hands on her breasts, and Lauren, drifting in a heated, supercharged zone of pleasure, trailed her fingers along his muscled arms until her hands covered his as they worked at her breasts. Ty’s fingers in her ass didn’t hurt. Instead the steady, stroking movement rubbed over newly awakened nerves, and his meticulous attention to her clit ensured her entire body trembled with arousal. Each time her pussy spasmed as need built inside her, she was dimly aware of Sean’s answering sharp inhale. He tucked her hair behind her ear, and she sensed the moonlight cool and bright on her flushed face.

  “God damn,” he said.

  Could need show that clearly on her face? What must she look like with her body coaxed past normal definitions of pleasure and propriety?

  Ty’s response was a low, dark chuckle. “Yeah. Just wait.”

  When Ty added a third finger, she tipped her head back and gasped, “Just do it. I don’t…I need…just do it. Please.”

  She couldn’t stand it anymore. She needed more than teasing fingers on her nipples and clit. She needed movement, sensation, release.

  Ty’s fingers slipped from her ass, replaced by the broad head of his cock. He wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her still, still delicately stroking her clit with the middle finger of his other hand. She felt pressure, stretching, then sharp sensation as the tight ring of muscle succumbed, and the head of his cock slipped inside. She gasped, her hands lifting, fingers splayed as the line between pleasure and pain thinned and sharpened. Sean’s hands left her breasts, and his fingers wove through hers, giving her something to grip, but she stayed taut, arched like a bow.

  Then Ty’s free hand slid along her arm, under her wrist to break Sean’s grip. He guided her hand behind his head, to the sweat-damp, tangled hair at nape of his neck. She fisted her hand in his hair and pulled his cheek alongside hers. The rasp of his stubble across her hot, sensitive skin should have been too much. Instead it softened her, broadened the plane of pleasure. She drew a shuddering breath, and the hand at her waist slipped up to splay at her collarbone and throat.

  They stayed like that for a long, thrumming moment as she absorbed the new sense of fullness. Then she said, “More.”

  Ty’s warm palm closed around her throat, his long fingers pressing on either side of her jaw and his mouth hot and soft against the corner of her mouth. He slid deep inside, his breath halting at her helpless little moan. His low, stuttering groan of pleasure as she tightened around him and ushered him in trickled over her b
reasts, down her abdomen, into her pussy.

  His heart slammed against her back, the thuds hard enough to reverberate through his breastbone and into her skin. “Does it hurt?” he asked.

  “No,” she said, her voice nearly soundless in the dark, still air.

  His hand flattened against her mound to hold her still as he withdrew, the movement careful and slow enough for the pressure to glide over nerve endings eager for stimulation, paused for a heated moment, then slid in again. “Now?”

  “Doesn’t hurt,” she gasped. “Feels…amazing.”

  “Good,” he said. This time when he pulled out two fingers slipped back down on either side of her clit, and when he pushed back inside a shock wave of pleasure surged through her sex. She was so full, Sean’s cock thick and hard inside her, Ty’s moving purposefully in her ass, and the pounding of her heart against her breastbone made it nearly impossible to breathe. Sean remained still under her and let her glide up and down on his cock at her own pace. Behind her, Ty’s thrusts would have been gentle if they weren’t so achingly teasing, forcing her to feel every stretching glide into her ass, the waves of pleasure pulsing out to merge with the sensation in her pussy and clit.

  Careful could be devastating.

  Ty set a relentless rhythm, and before long the pleasure swelling under her skin broke in a wave of sensation so intense she dissolved, no longer enclosed by the edges of her skin. From a distance she heard sharp, high-pitched cries, knew in some remote corner of her brain she made the noises, but all she could process was the glimmering, relentless pleasure. Seeking an anchor, she reached behind her to fist her hand in Ty’s hair and turned toward him. When he bent to her, pressed the corner of his mouth to her parted lips she moaned, low surrender echoing in her throat. The ache built again, this time with an intensity that frightened her. She gripped Sean’s forearm, fisted her hand in Ty’s hair, and let the dark, swirling vortex suck her down.

  Ty’s movements were less restrained now, taking on an edge of seeking his own satisfaction. She was dimly aware of Sean’s hand on her hip as he arched into her, the angle and movement stroking over her G-spot. Her nipples throbbed mercilessly, sparks flaring under the skin as each thrust made the small mounds bounce from impact.

  “Oh God,” she moaned into Ty’s mouth. “Oh God!”

  She was shaking, trembling on the verge of an abyss, her heart thundering in her ears when the wave swamped her. She shattered, release pulsing from her core through the edges of her skin, obliterating her, body and soul.

  Behind her Ty plunged deep, hips hard against her ass cheeks, then went rigid. Hard grunts punctuated each pulse of his cock inside her. Sean’s hand gripped her hip tightly enough to leave marks as he gritted his teeth and jetted into her. Once again asynchronous breathing filled the air, her own gasps high-pitched and relieved, Sean’s huffing from his chest, Ty’s bent head sending air gusting over her shoulder. Sean patted her hip in a movement so sweetly tentative she smiled, while Ty’s arm grew heavier and heavier at her waist. Then his hand drifted over her hip and down. He gripped the base of the condom and gently pulled out of her ass, backing away from her. Sean offered his hands to balance her as she lifted herself off him and sat at the foot of her bed, not sure if her legs would hold her just yet. When Sean got up, she stretched out in the warm spot left by their bodies, let her eyes drift closed.

  Sounds behind her, water running in the bathroom, a short, murmured exchange between Sean and Ty, then a big, warm hand on her hip.

  “You okay?” Ty’s voice. Ty’s hand. Of course.

  “Do you want to know why you had to be here?” she said, drifting on the endorphin rush.

  The hand on her hip flexed briefly in hesitation. “Yes,” he said.

  “Because he’s a nice guy…and very, very hot…thank you for that, by the way…but for me this is all about you. I trusted you to make this amazing, and it was.”

  It wasn’t just the oxytocin talking. She’d finally figured out what drew her to Ty from the moment she saw him on the rig. He buried honor under attitude, shoved trustworthiness aside for hard words and an I-don’t-give-a-fuck temperament. Underneath the emotionally distant, hard-drinking shell was the good, decent, honorable core inside that made him everyone’s confidant, the guy you went to when you didn’t know what to do. The guy you trusted with your questions, your doubts, your life, because he’d keep them safe.

  Not many guys had that, but most of the good NCOs she’d known growing up did. Sean was all officer, but Ty…Ty took care of the people around him.

  Under the hell-raiser, that was Ty.

  She still didn’t know why he was doing his considerable best to eradicate that man, but she was patient. She could wait until he was ready to talk.

  Low voices wove into the fabric of her consciousness, the pleasure ebbing from her body, the relaxed breaths, the steady thump of her heart, and enveloping it all was the sweet darkness of sleep. The front door opened. Closed. Sean was leaving. Still drifting, she pillowed her head in the crook of her arm and waited for Ty to return. She’d get up then, get dressed, take him back to No Limits, or maybe ask him to just spend the night…

  Gretchen’s sharp yelp woke her. Lauren sat up, chilled to the bone by the cool air blowing from the vent onto her naked body. The moon had dropped lower in the night sky. Shadows licked at the edges of the room. She looked at the clock on her nightstand. Three a.m. She’d slept for ninety minutes or so.

  Alone. Ty hadn’t come back.

  She got to her feet and pulled on her robe, belting it as she walked through the living room to the laundry room. The walls held the still emptiness of the moon and the silent neighborhood. When she opened the laundry room door, Gretchen looked up at her accusingly. Lauren crouched and gave her a conciliatory rub, then hurried to the front door, Gretchen at her heels. The fact that she was moving freely in the house confirmed what Lauren already knew: the men were gone. A quick peek out the window in her front door showed an empty street and driveway.

  Something shifted in her throat, not quite sadness, not quite disappointment. She straightened, clutched the V-neck of her robe to stop the scent of sweat and sex from drifting into her nostrils because the postsex endorphins were gone. She’d known exactly what she was getting when she waited for Ty in the parking lot. She’d thought the hell-raiser persona he wore so well was a cover, the NCO his true self.

  She’d been wrong.

  “Come on, girl,” she said. “Time for bed.”

  Gretchen trotted down the hallway ahead of Lauren, happiness evident in the smug spring in her step. A shiver rolled down Lauren’s back, so she stopped in the bathroom to take a quick, hot shower. Just to warm up, she told herself. It was hard to fall asleep when she was cold. The hot earth scent of satiated lust clinging to her skin and hair had nothing to do with it.

  Chapter Eleven

  Ty slumped into Sean’s passenger seat and shook his hair back out of his face. The motion dislodged images from the carefully ordered lockboxes in his brain, and his muscles went rigid.

  The look on Lauren’s face when she realized Sean’s grip was unbreakable.

  Her complete vulnerability, all the more powerful for her strength and confidence.

  That searing moment when they were both inside her, and she surrendered, completely and unconditionally.

  Her hands had lifted as if searching for stability in a world made soft and hot by pleasure. Sean gripped them first but a hot possessiveness made Ty break the hold, lift Lauren’s arm behind his head, exposing the whole front of her body to him. But when her hand fisted in the hair at the nape of his neck, connection crackled between them. The room was too dark to see her face, but he heard her gasps loud and clear, the pitch riding the edge between pleasure and pain. He used to love that edge, sought it out by pushing himself to the limit physically, finding the endorphin rush in the agony of a hard run or swim, the upwelling of satisfaction that came afterward.

  No. It was more than that
. What he’d just felt with Lauren was the surge of connection he felt as part of a team, the daily experience of life with people he trusted and who trusted him. He hadn’t felt that for a very long time, hadn’t wanted to feel it for even longer, but twenty minutes ago, with Lauren he’d been there. It wasn’t about the physical act. It was about the emotions borne from the physical.

  Physical, emotional, it was all about Lauren.

  He’d been so caught up in the mind-blowing sex that he’d slipped into his old way of being, into the man he used to be. Like a moron he couldn’t just walk without checking on her, and she said the fateful words.

  I trusted you. This was all about you.

  Lauren felt it, too, and that made it all worse, the emotions exploding one after the other like a series of timed charges against the night sky of his soul. So he walked. Followed Sean down the hall, out the door, and into his car.

  “What the fuck are you doing in my car, instead of in her bed?”

  He framed his lie in a context that would suit Sean’s sense of honor. “She was falling asleep. I didn’t want to wake her up. Drive.”

  Sean turned the engine over and shoved the gearshift into reverse. “So she’s gonna wake up alone.”

  Ty ignored him, counting streetlights as Sean navigated out of Lauren’s neighborhood.

  “After what we just did.”

  She was a big girl. She knew the rules of this game. She wasn’t his responsibility.

  Seven lights and a stop sign slipped past before Sean spoke again. “I’m starving. You mind if I drive through somewhere?”

  He could eat after that? Ty didn’t think he’d care about food for the rest of his life. “Whatever.”

  Sean pulled into the late-night drive-through at Wendy’s and stared at the brightly illuminated menu board. “That was different,” he said absently.

  Ty didn’t want to rehash what just happened, but he had to say something. “Yeah.” If different meant hot, devastating. A strange mixture of exhilaration and apprehension turned in his gut. He wanted to hit something. To his utter amazement, he wanted to cry.