Seduction

by Calista Fox

  “How many times are you planning to make me come?” she asked him.

  Jax’s head lifted. He grinned devilishly. Arousing her further.

  “As many times as you want.”

  She gnawed her bottom lip a moment. Then asked, “With Lex’s help?”

  Jax glanced over his shoulder. “You really should taste her.”

  Good Lord.

  Lily’s eyelids briefly drifted shut. This might be more decadence than one woman could take.

  She was wearing Cartier. Sipping Cristal. Orgasming with one man’s head between her legs and the other observing . . . now about to participate?

  Lex stood. Jax kissed her once more, then did the same. He reached for one of his violins—Lily had now discerned the difference in sound each one offered—and picked up where Lex had left off.

  And vice versa.

  Lex slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt, pulled the hem from his pants, and piled it on top of Jax’s discarded tank.

  Lily’s pulse raced because he was as magnificent as Jax.

  One seriously hot and hunky man was hard to come by. But two . . . ?

  He settled on the long, plump cushion, his fingers gliding slowly up her bent leg, from ankle to calf. Then around to the backside of her knee.

  Her breath caught. His touch didn’t tickle . . . it sizzled.

  “I had no idea that was an erogenous zone for me,” she managed to say.

  His eyes sparkled. “I’m happy to seek them all out.”

  He kissed her. His sexy tongueless kisses. Playful and flirtatious, leaving her immediately craving more. So that when he pulled away slightly, she leaned forward. Chasing after him.

  Lex grinned. His hand shifted from her leg to her face, his thumb stroking her jaw, his fingers warm on her cheek. Staring deep into her eyes, he said, “You have no idea how exciting it is to watch you come.” He kissed her again in his flirty way. Then murmured, “And damn it. I am so fucking hard for you, Lily. Always.”

  Butterflies rioted in her stomach and in her heart. “I just want to crawl all over you. Both of you.”

  “No arguments from us,” Lex said. He kissed her again. Gently bit her bottom lip.

  He was as much of a tease as Jax. But the latter had fully delivered on his sexy promises. She didn’t doubt for a second Lex would, too.

  Lily ran her hand over his flexed biceps and said, “Keep kissing me.”

  “Oh, I intend to.” His brow wagged. Though he moved slightly so that he was on the floor before her. His head dipped and his tongue brushed her folds.

  Lily sighed.

  Oh, God, yes. This again.

  She’d be blissed out in no time flat.

  Lex’s technique was similar to his kisses. Not dark and commanding like Jax, but sweet and sensual. The contrast was highly stimulating. She imagined their lovemaking would be equally varied. And that thought turned her on even more.

  The tip of Lex’s tongue circled her clit. Then flitted against it.

  “Lex,” she whispered. Her teeth clamped down on her lower lip.

  He kept up the languorous rhythm. Making her wriggle on the settee. Making her release her lip as low moans escaped her and blended with Jax’s expressive music.

  Her fingers gripped Lex’s shoulder, her nails dipping in. Her hips rose, demanding more. Lex denied her, though, toying with her. Until she was completely crazed.

  “Lex,” she quietly begged. “Make me come.”

  He moved back to the cushion alongside her. He kissed her—this time deeply. Two fingers rubbed the swollen knot of nerves between her legs. Sending waves of exhilaration through her. Knowing Jax was watching them added more thrills than she could process.

  Lex slipped a finger into her pussy. Broke their kiss.

  “I love how tight you are.”

  He eased in a second finger. Plunged deeper.

  She pulled in a sharp breath.

  “That’s the spot, right?”

  She ground herself against his hand. “You already know the answer to that. You know exactly what that does to a woman.”

  “I’m only concerned about this woman.”

  As his fingers stroked her, the heel of his hand rubbed her clit with enough pressure to turn her breathing into sharp pants of air. His head dipped and he drew her puckered nipple into his mouth. He was leaning over so that she felt surrounded by his powerful muscles and his searing heat. She inhaled his earthy scent. All of the stimulants infiltrated her senses and pushed her right to the edge again.

  His tongue flickered over her nipple as he picked up the pace, stroking her faster, deeper.

  “Lex . . .” Her fingers twined in his hair, keeping his mouth to her breast. Her head rested on the pillows once more and she closed her eyes. “Oh, my God. So good.”

  He sucked hard on her beaded nipple, his teeth lightly scraping.

  And she lost it completely.

  “God—Lex!” The climax burned through her as little golden orbs burst behind her closed lids. Her body vibrated from the sensations. Her chest heaved.

  She rode the fiery wave of orgasm, clinging to every last vestige of it.

  Then her eyes fluttered open and she found Lex gazing at her as though he’d never seen anything like her. It tugged at her heartstrings as much as it ratcheted her lust.

  “I need to feel you inside me,” she urged. Then her gaze flitted to Jax, who was equally enthralled, his jaw clenched, his eyes nearly black and fixated on her. “You, too. But . . .” She closed her eyes briefly again. They snapped open and she asked, “How does that work, exactly?”

  Jax set aside his violin. “We’ll show you.”

  Excitement shot down her spine.

  She unraveled her fingers from Lex’s hair. He took her hand and helped her up. Then thankfully swept her into his arms because she was boneless from head to toe after the two sensational orgasms.

  “That was very romantic of you,” she told him.

  He gave her his sexy, playboy grin. “You’re still trembling. I figured you were a little shaky on your legs.”

  “More than a little.”

  Her fingers coiled around the side of his neck. Her other arm, the one with the stunning bracelet, dangled over his shoulder. Jax took her hand, kissing the back of it. Then he led the way out of the music room and to his suite.

  Once inside the dimly lit room—the only illumination coming from a low fire in the hearth—he slipped her sandals off before Lex set her on the bed she’d turned down earlier. He reached for his belt.

  Lily went up on her knees on the mattress and said, “Let me.”

  Her fingers weren’t entirely cooperative, but she managed to release the silver buckle and the button on his dress pants. She slid the zipper down the track, a provocative sound in the quiet room. He toed off his shoes, shoved his pants and boxer briefs over his hips, and swiftly divested himself of all his clothing. Then straightened.

  “Oh!” Lily’s pulse jumped. He was fully erect and seriously impressive.

  As he kissed her, her fingers wound around his base and she pumped slowly. He deepened the kiss, his hands clasping her biceps, holding her in place.

  Until he tore his mouth away as a low, sexy groan fell from his lips.

  Lily bit back a triumphant smile. Turned her attention to Jax, who wore his drawstring pants. No shoes or socks. She scooted toward him, still on her knees, and pulled the string at his waist. When he was naked, she was just as captivated by him as she’d been by Lex. She bent her head and dragged her tongue along his shaft. His fingers tangled in her hair as her mouth closed over his tip and she sucked deep. Like she’d done in countless fantasies he and Lex had starred in.

  “Shit,” he all but growled. “Lily.”

  She released him and glanced up. This time not holding back the smile.

  “You are both devastatingly handsome. Not to mention . . . perfect.”

  “Flattery’s not necessary,” Jax told her. “You’re definitely getting laid
.”

  “Nice to see you have a sense of humor.”

  “I’m plenty witty. Now . . . in the middle of the bed.”

  “And bossy.” She did his bidding, though.

  Lex climbed in behind her while Jax went around to the other side and stretched out next to her so that they faced each other. Anticipation and the overwhelming desire to touch them gripped her fiercely.

  Her fingers glided over one of Jax’s broad shoulders and down his chest. His muscles bunched. It astonished her that she had such a profound effect on these two men. They clearly didn’t lack for female companionship. Had likely pleased dozens of women. And she was now one of them.

  How fortunate for her.

  As her hand flattened against Jax’s abs, she earnestly said, “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want both of you. It seems selfish, but I can’t help it.”

  Lex snuggled closer to her, his chest pressing to her back, his body conforming to hers. His fingers skimmed over her hip and upper thigh as his lips whisked along the side of her throat.

  Jax told her, “Don’t feel guilty about wanting us both. We can handle it.”

  She had a million questions to ask, all wrapped around that one sentiment. But Jax inched closer to her, and her arm wound around his neck as he kissed her. He lifted her leg and slung it over his waist. His erection rubbed against her slick folds; then the tip teased her clit.

  Behind her, Lex’s mouth brushed along her shoulder, sending a shiver of delight through her. His fingers grazed her cleft, back and forth, before two penetrated her pussy.

  Oh, my God! This is really happening!

  It was a wonder she could even form coherent thoughts with Jax kissing her in his hot, demanding way, his cock still massaging that ultra-sensitive spot between her legs, and Lex’s fingers inside her, stroking aggressively. All the heat and muscles enveloping her. Good Lord. She was going to incinerate from the fire they’d so quickly and easily sparked.

  Jax eventually broke the kiss. She was damn close to coming again.

  His head dipped and he tongued her nipple, making it unbelievably hard. She loved it.

  Lex’s fingers withdrew from her and a second later, she heard the ripping of foil. And then the head of his cock nudged her opening.

  He whispered in her ear, “Are you ready for me, Lily?”

  “You know how wet I am.”

  “We’re going to make you even wetter,” he vowed.

  She moaned. God, she was desperate for him. Both of them.

  “Lex,” she pleaded. “Don’t tease.”

  He eased inside her. Slowly. So, so slowly.

  Filling her. Stretching her. Sending her soaring.

  Then he pushed deep.

  “Oh!” Her small cry shattered the silence. The tremors returned.

  “Careful,” Jax murmured against her breast. She wasn’t sure if he was speaking to Lex or her. Likely both of them, because she was shaking violently with Lex’s thick cock buried inside her and Jax’s erection still massaging her clit. His tongue flitting over one nipple, then the other.

  Lex moved in a leisurely rhythm, obviously heeding the warning. Her nails dug into Jax’s shoulder. She could barely breathe, the sensations her two lovers evoked were so intense . . . and this was only the beginning.

  Jax kissed her, then rolled away to grab a condom from the nightstand. When he was sheathed, he draped her leg once more and the pads of his fingers rubbed her clit as he fell into sync with Lex’s increasing tempo.

  Lex palmed her breasts. Squeezed with enough pressure to not only spike her pulse but relay his mounting excitement.

  “Damn, Lily,” he said. “You feel so fucking good. So tight. So wet.”

  “And about to come,” she told them.

  “Wait.” He pulled out of her. “Jax, you need to feel her.”

  Oh, God!

  “Yes, Jax,” she insisted. “Please. Now.”

  He mercilessly thrust into her. Lily cried out again.

  He pumped heartily as he stared into her eyes. Lily couldn’t speak. Just tried to keep it together a few seconds more. It was all too spectacular to let go of so soon.

  Her whimpers were sharp and staccato. Laced with pure euphoria and raw need.

  Lex’s finger rimmed her anus, and that kicked her desire to another level. “Have you ever felt this?”

  “No,” she whispered.

  “Just tell me when you’re ready.”

  “Oh, God. I am so ready. Too ready. I have to come.”

  Jax was driving into her, hitting just the right spot. And looking as though it was sheer torture to not come inside her this very moment. But he remained in control. Told Lex, “Now.”

  Lex’s finger dipped into that forbidden spot. The searing mixed with the insane pleasure Jax brought her. And everything inside of Lily collided and erupted. She screamed as the most powerful orgasm yet overtook her. Roared through her. Consumed her . . .

  She gasped for air. Jax stilled, his jaw tight, his eyes blazing.

  She clenched and released his cock with her inner muscles as her climax reverberated deep within her.

  Lily could see quite clearly what it was doing to him.

  “Fuck,” he growled. And then he thrust again, burying himself to the hilt. His cock pulsated as his body convulsed. “Lily. Oh, goddamn. Lily!” he called as he came inside her.

  She felt more ripples of pleasure. Her nails dragged along his skin as her fingers curled into a fist. She held on to the remnants of orgasm and the aftershocks as long as she could.

  Jax’s gaze never wavered. Even as he gradually withdrew from her. Lex’s hand shifted away from her backside and he gripped her waist as his cock slipped into her. Lily moaned at the glorious feeling and the thought of another thrill ride coming her way.

  Lex moved with his slow, sensual pace, and it stirred more emotions in Lily. Enhanced by the way Jax watched them. But evidently, Jax wasn’t capable of not participating. He broke the eye contact, his head dipped, and his tongue fluttered over her nipple while he also rubbed her clit.

  “Oh, God,” she breathed. It was all so much to register in her mind. Impossible to dissect and separate out. They created a sea of sensations that were erotic, passionate, compelling. And she was drowning.

  “Jesus,” Lex said in a strained voice. “You’re going to come again.”

  “Yes.”

  “Thank God,” he muttered. “Because you feel too fucking incredible to hold back any longer.”

  His strokes were long and steady. Measured.

  Just right.

  “Lex,” she said. “Oh, my God. Lex!”

  She gave in, milking his cock as her body quaked.

  “Yes,” Lex ground out. “Like that, Lily. Just like that. Oh, fuck, yes!”

  She felt his cock throb and his body jerk as he came, pushing into her as far as he could. Prolonging her own release.

  “Christ, Lex,” she murmured. “Jax. Oh, God . . .”

  There simply weren’t words for the most amazing orgasms she’d ever experienced.

  Because of them.

  Because of both of them.

  Chapter Nine

  Lex had no idea how long the trio stayed twisted up with one another. It seemed to take a small eternity for their breathing to return to normal. He couldn’t remember ever losing his breath so fully or needing so many endless minutes to recover.

  From the moment Lily had stepped out of her dress in the music room, he’d been harder than ever before. And entranced—held hostage—by Lily’s beauty. Her creamy skin. Her full breasts. All of her womanly curves.

  She blew his mind. Plain and simple.

  But then again, there really wasn’t anything plain and simple about this scenario. Even though he’d advocated for it, even instigated it with his muse concept, a ménage affair was always risky business. Particularly when the emotions and desires were this amped up, this extraordinary.

  Lex had never considered sharing another woma
n with Jax. Not after how thoroughly wrecked they’d been after Katarina. And he hadn’t met one since her that he’d wanted to share with his friend.

  He and Jax had a special bond. They always had. It was pure instinct that they knew how to work together to satisfy a woman, over and over. Something that was somehow innate to them both. Neither could explain it; nor had they really tried. They’d just accepted it. For better or for worse, apparently. Given their past history.

  And because of that past history, they’d treaded lightly with Lily from the very beginning. It’d been impossible to not seduce her, though. They would have acted upon the intense, unwavering lust quicker if it weren’t for all the complexities and intricate nuances unfolding in the mansion. Their music. Their deadline. And something else that weighed heavy on Lex’s mind.

  Lily only wanted a temporary position with him and Jax. And she’d needed the lofty paycheck they’d offered.

  Was she ill?

  Lex mentally shook his head. That was one vein he could not follow.

  Absolutely fucking not.

  He eased out of Lily and slipped from the bed. Jax took her by the hand and then lifted her into his arms. She cozied up to him as she had with Lex earlier. Winding her arms around his neck and nuzzling the crook at his shoulder.

  Jax carried her into the bathroom, where Lex turned on the rain showerhead. Without saying a word, they stripped off their condoms and soaped up Lily, who cleaned off all her makeup with a washcloth. Fresh-faced, she was as stunning as when she did up her dramatic dark eyes and wore her crimson lipstick.

  Maybe even more so, all natural and flawless and just so fucking beautiful.

  Lex felt a peculiar yearning low in his gut. One he hadn’t experienced in so very long.

  After they all towel-dried, Jax took her back into the suite and they settled in bed, with Lex joining them.

  Lily lay between them. She asked, “Is this wise? I do work for you, remember?”

  Jax said, “No one would come up here at night except for Greta. And she’s got no cause to pop into my suite.”