Authors: Elle Saint James
“Lock your knees,” he said roughly. “Deacon, hold her up.”
More moaning came through the speakers. “Tell me what you see, Jessica. Describe the show to me as I suck your clit.”
“I’m going to come.”
“No. Not until the people onstage do.”
“What?” She looked down at him, her eyes wide with lust.
Boyd grinned as he pushed his fingers hard into her ass, and then pulled them out again. “Don’t come until the trio onstage does, and it will feel so fucking good.”
She pushed out a deep breath. “I’ll try.”
“Excellent. Now since I’m licking your clit and can’t see the stage, I’d love it if you tell me what you see.”
“I’ll try,” she said again. Her gaze went back to the window. “There are three people on a bed with red-and-black sheets.”
Boyd licked her clit, but slowed his seduction down to allow her time to adjust. He’d speed back up as the show went on. As long as she kept talking, he’d licked. When she stopped, he would, too.
Boyd was going to make sure she enjoyed her time here by giving her a powerful orgasm. Later on, perhaps she’d feel like sucking his cock.
Chapter Nine
Jessica, legs spread wide, naked as the day she was born, straddled Boyd’s face as he licked her.
“The dark-haired man has the redheaded woman by the hips,” Jessica recited. “He’s behind her.”
Boyd kept a steady number of licks and sucks to her clit as she spoke. The minute she slowed down or stopped, he also stopped, and grinned up at her from his place on the floor between her widened legs.
This had to be the sexiest thing she’d ever done. Not saying much given that two days ago she’d been untried, but this level of sophisticated sexual congress made her heart bang against the back of her ribs.
Deacon kissed the back of her neck and whispered, “Keep talking, sugar. You make me want to come in my pants with your seductive voice alone.”
“The blond man is kneeling in front of her. He just put his mouth on her.” A moan came clearly through the speakers. “She obviously likes it,” Jessica whispered.
“Where did he put his mouth? Say it, sugar.”
“On her pussy,” she whispered.
“Louder.”
“Oh, God, he’s sucking her pussy. She’s moaning.” Surely they heard the redhead groaning in pleasure. “She just put her hands on his head.”
Boyd continued to lick and suck on Jessica’s lower lips as she gave a play by play on the gut-punching sexual display below.
Once, in college, she’d walked in on her roommate and her roommate’s boyfriend watching a porn video as they had sex. That had been shocking. This live sex show was beyond outrageous.
She knew there was at least one other trio watching the display below and having sex as they did so. There were many other mirrored windows surrounding the stage. Jessica would be willing to bet there were quite number of people watching, and also having sex. The extent of her sexual knowledge had just been increased a hundredfold in a single night. And it was amazingly arousing to watch.
“The dark-haired man is lubricating his cock. And now he’s putting lubrication between the woman’s ass cheeks. Oh, God, is he going to fuck her there?” Jessica’s abrupt question made Deacon chuckle. He nibbled her earlobe and whispered, “Yes. It’s called anal sex. Then the other man will stand up and put his cock in her pussy. At least he will after he finishes eating her pussy out.”
Boyd stopped licking her and pulled his fingers halfway out of her ass. “One of these days, perhaps you’ll be stretched out enough to let one of us have anal sex with you. Keep talking, honey.” Then he resumed his pleasurable torment once she started talking again. It only took her three times of having him stop before she figured it out. He licked only when she talked.
As Deacon had described in whispered words, the blond man onstage did indeed stop licking her. He stood up and then immediately plunged his cock into her pussy. It was so very sexy to watch.
Jessica continued her recital until the two men took turns thrusting into the woman. Boyd continued licking her as she spoke. One in front, then one from behind. It was hypnotic and decadent, and all of a sudden she couldn’t contain herself. A climax of epic proportions rocketed through her body.
She tilted her head back, screamed to the darkened ceiling tiles, and came in an orgasmic rush so powerful, she lost her ability to stand. Without Deacon holding onto her, she’d have slumped to the ground in a satiated puddle and likely smothered Boyd.
Deacon gathered her naked, limp body into his arms and carried her to the oversized sofa at the back of the box. He laid her down and then seated himself next to her. Boyd disappeared through a door opposite of the wall she’d entered upon her arrival. She heard the sound of water splashing in a basin and assumed it was the private bathroom.
“How do you feel?” Deacon asked in a voice slightly elevated to cover the sexual language and sounds coming from the speakers.
“I feel great.”
He brushed his palm from her collarbone down between her breasts and didn’t stop until he got to her pubic bone. Her legs slammed together. He laughed. “You think that will stop me?”
“I just need a moment. I don’t even think I could stand up right now.”
Boyd returned and kneeled down next to her head. He leaned over and kissed her mouth. The musky scent of her still clung to face and made a ripple of desire pool in her pussy.
“Don’t you want to watch the rest of the show?” she asked as they continued to stare down at her.
Deacon shook his head. “I’m watching exactly what makes me happy.”
“Ditto,” Boyd added, and kissed her again.
“I hate for you to miss it.”
“There is another show tomorrow night. We can watch that one. And you’re invited if you’d like to come.”
“No pun intended, right?” He smiled and shrugged. “I don’t think my heart could take it. Besides, if neither of you are willing to fuck me, what’s the point.”
Boyd leaned his elbows on the edge of the sofa next to her shoulder. “We could get to know you better. It isn’t just all about the sex.”
“It isn’t?”
“Of course not. We hadn’t expected to find a permanent relationship so soon, but you’re the first woman to make us want to explore the possibility. Interested?”
Up to this point, Jessica had assumed this crazy infatuation she had for two men would end up being temporary. Her whole life she’d watched her father go from one woman to the next, never settling down to just one, and most especially never looking to find permanence.
“I don’t know that permanence is what I’m exactly looking for at his point in my life. Not that I don’t like the two you. It’s certainly been an education.”
“I’d imagine.”
Boyd pushed out a breath that tingled her upper arm. “The thing is, you’re the first woman we can both agree on.”
“How many others have there been?” Jessica asked before her brain connected. She shouldn’t have. It wasn’t like she intended to make this a committed relationship.
Deacon and Boyd glanced at each other and before either of them spoke. She said, “Never mind. It’s none of my business.”
“There have been a few over the years, but mostly only for pleasure during annual events, and never as pursuit in a permanent relationship.”
Jessica sat up, never more aware of her nudity than right now. She crossed her arms over her breasts. “Why me? Why now?”
“We aren’t asking you to make a commitment here and now. Just think about the possibility of trying us out for a little while. We’d really like to show you more of our world. When you’re ready.”
She calmed down. They weren’t trying to trap her into anything. And they looked so damned handsome she wanted to lick them each from head to toe. “I’m ready now.”
Both shook their heads at the same time. Boyd brushed his fingertips across her shoulder. “I need to apologize again for being so rough earlier in the day.”
“No. You don’t.” She trapped his hand beneath hers. “It was exciting. I loved it. I wanted to call in sick and not go back to work. That’s what you should say sorry for. You made me want to toss my career down the drain.”
“I’ll try to be sorry for that, but then again, I would have helped you provide a doctor’s excuse.”
She laughed. “I’m not going to continue to see you if you lead me down a path of career suicide.”
“Wouldn’t think of it,” Deacon said. “I understand completely.”
“That’s because you’re a workaholic, too.” Boyd laughed. “The two of you have that in common.”
“Yeah, like you don’t stay late and do payroll each and every week at your mechanic’s shop even though you already employ a slew of accountants who could do it for you. You’re just as bad,” Deacon said.
Jessica realized that the show had finished up as there was no sound coming from the speakers any longer.
“So is there another show?”
“Not tonight. There is another one tomorrow night. And later in the week there will be a double feature.”
“Really? A double feature, double penetration show? That’s a lot of sex.”
“You’re invited.”
“I work long hours the rest of the week along with being on call. I probably won’t leave the hotel.”
“Maybe next week the three of us could try the stage out.” Boyd gazed deeply into her eyes as if looking for a reaction. She had one for him. It was panic.
She could tell them right now that she was never getting on a stage. “Uhm. No thanks.”
“Why not?”
She gestured to the window. “What if someone was watching?”
“Likely there
would
be someone looking in.”
“No. No way, no how. I’d ever be comfortable enough to put my personal sex life on display.” She tried to stifle the rising tide of panic at the thought of that stage or being anywhere near it.
“Never say never.”
“First of all, that sounds like a James Bond movie, and second of all, I’m sorry, but I can tell you pretty certainly right now that I’d never put myself in a position of sexual exhibitionism. Watching was well over the top for me. I don’t even know if I’d do
that
again.”
And never on a stage. Not ever.
“Give it some thought. You might change your mind.” Deacon got up and walked to one corner and snagged a bottle of water. He offered it to her. She shook her head. He opened the bottle himself and took a long swig.
“So are the two of you going to get undressed?”
“You’re tender between the legs. You must be.”
She gazed up at Boyd hovering over her with a heated look in his eyes. It was obvious he wanted to have her, but felt guilty over the slightly rough sex from earlier in the day.
She shrugged and smiled. “Nothing wrong with my mouth.” Jessica reached forward and grabbed him by the belt buckle. She pulled him closer, undid his pants and unzipped him. He didn’t move.
“Lord almighty, what are you doing, honey?”
“I’m about to suck your cock. You going to let me finish this time?” she asked with a smile.
“You should let her. She said she’s never done it until last night, but I’m not sure I believe it.” Deacon smiled and drank a long sip of water.
“Believe it,” she said with a laugh.
She pulled Boyd’s long, hard cock out, wrapped her hand around the base, her lips around the bulbous head, and sucked him inside her mouth as far as he would go.
His fingertips graced her scalp lightly as she sucked harder. He mumbled to himself reverently as if in prayer that she wouldn’t stop. She sensed movement out of the corner of one eye. Deacon sat down in a club chair next to the sofa and watched them intensely as he sucked on a bottle of water.
There must have been a small sense of limited wicked exhibitionism in her soul after all, because the idea of Deacon watching them excited her. This space was private and comfortable. No panic overcame her as she sucked Boyd’s cock while Deacon watched. She planned to suck Deacon’s cock next.
She reached around to grip one of Boyd’s butt cheeks with her free hand to pull him closer. He tightened his hold on her head and murmured, “Fuck. Fuck. I’m about to come.” He pushed his cock forward into her mouth before feeling the stiffening of his legs beneath the grip of her hand still clutching his butt.