Mirror Amour (Circotica Series) (5 page)

My eyes shot wide as the realization slammed into me.

I liked Noah.

Every time we circled each other in awkwardness made me aware of him, and yet, I convinced myself I barely tolerated him, when in reality, I’d been waiting for him to jump me. Had he been waiting for the same thing? Subconsciously aware of each other, but so conditioned by society that raw, animalistic need wasn’t proper.

Never again. My inner minx was free and no way would I chain her up—unless a sexy man was doing it, of course. Noah was wrong. We would talk about this again. And again. And again.

Shit, I wanted to scrapbook tonight. Steal a mirror as a memento and dress myself in candy floss.

We exited the corridor, and my entire body revved into red-hot chills.
This is—wow!
Carson let my hand go as I drifted forward, blinking at the splendour.

“Pretty. Isn’t it?” His voice was guttural, reacting to the room. The place where he’d fuck me and make me spend the best one hundred and fifty dollars in my life.

“I don’t think pretty is the right word.” My heart jumped. Was that my voice? That sex-kitten, low tenor that urged men to attack me.

Noah’s body pressed against mine from behind and my stomach somersaulted. “I’d call it carnal. Mind-blowing. The best room I’ve ever seen.” He bit the side of my neck sending shockwaves down my spine.

I had to agree. Noah’s fantasy had truly come life. If he wanted to watch, he’d have a hard time looking away with this many reflective surfaces.

Every inch was covered in mirrors. Each panel was about a metre wide and soared to the ceiling giving the illusion we stood in the centre of a many faceted polygon.

The ceiling was mirrored. The floor was mirrored. Even the chandelier hanging from the ceiling with its fake candles was mirror and crystal.

And in the centre of the room was a king-size bed with snowy satin sheets.

Carson prowled to the bedside cabinet and flicked a switch. Instantly, music rained from speakers all around us. Coaxing, whispering, making love to me with strands of notes.

“What is that?” I asked, trying to pinpoint the sultry, heady music.

Carson’s lips tugged into a half smile. “The soundtrack that will get you off better than you ever have before.” He held out a hand, and I placed mine in it. He tugged sharply; I tumbled against him.

That was a good enough answer for me.

Noah came forward, his presence electrifying me from behind. I looked in front to the mirrors capturing our every move. Noah’s swirling green and slightly hazel eyes locked on mine as he reached forward and cupped the back of my neck.

Wait… was there no lead in? Did we just jump straight to it?
What am I on about?
I
wanted
to jump straight to it. I couldn’t have handled small talk. Not now. Not with my blood pounding and my inner thighs burning.

Carson’s amethyst eyes scorched me as he leaned in to capture my mouth. We kissed staring deep into each other. I felt as if he could read my every dark wish the way he drank me.

Noah reached around and cupped my breast again, squeezing with dexterous fingers. He murmured, “I’ve wanted to touch you since you dropped spaghetti sauce all over the kitchen and cleaned it up in your bra.”

I blinked. He’d seen that? I didn’t think he was home. I’d been splattered with sauce, so I removed my blouse. How often had he watched me when I wasn’t aware?

Then again, I’d watched him.

I sighed as Carson nibbled his way down my throat.

“I’ve wanted you since you stepped out of the shower and didn’t wrap your towel around yourself to go to your room.” The memory of his cock roared to mind. I remember thinking how strange it was to room with a man with no interest in me, and yet he shaved his pubic hair.

Noah sucked in a breath, twisting my nipple. “I knew you’d seen. I had to wank the moment I got into my room, knowing you’d watched me.”

Oh God. Somehow Noah was making love to me with words. Everything he said turned my blood-furnace of a body into a battering ram of need.

Loving the reaction his words did to me, I amped up my boldness. “Did you do that often? Wank over me?”

I cried out as Carson reached to my side and found the zipper to my dress. “Linden, if he didn’t wank over you nightly, then I don’t know how he stopped from fucking you.” I trembled as his fingers kissed my side as he lowered the zip. “You’re the perfect conundrum of a woman. You want sex. I can see your need blazing, but you’ve hidden that part of yourself, till now. You drive men wild with that sort of innocence.”

What did he mean? Did he call me a cock-tease in a roundabout way?

Noah brushed aside my curls, dipping his head to breathe hot in my ear. “I could sense you were kinky, even across the apartment—with doors between us—I could sense how much you needed a good fuck.” He suddenly thrust against my butt, grinding his erection into me. “Do you know how many times I woke up in the middle of the night desperate for you? I caught myself half way across the lounge before I came to my senses.”

How did I not know that? He kept his passion so well-hidden.

Noah tugged my throat so my neck bent, giving him access to kiss me from behind. As Noah’s lips descended and turned all my thoughts to nothingness, Carson pealed my dress off my shoulders.

My body went into pleasure overload. I was being kissed by one man and touched by another. Sandwiched between two delicious males, and one of them had wanted me for months. Shit, I was lucky.

“Don’t stop yourself next time. Just come.” I invited as Noah pulled away, breathless.

His eyes narrowed, and he shook his head. “No. One time only. Tonight and then we go back to ignoring each other.”

Oh, hell no. If he thought I could go back to living with him after this he was an idiot. But I wasn’t going to ruin tonight. I’d bide my time for that argument. I shivered in anticipation, hoping there would be temper and angry makeup sex.

“Stop talking. You’re turning me on way too much. I’m not even naked yet and want to dry hump you to completion,” Carson muttered in my hair.  

I laughed, loving the sensation of power at turning the co-owner of Circotica, who probably had more sex than most people on the planet, into a sex-crazed fiend.

 “Undress her,” Noah ordered as his hand released my breast, and he went to sit on the bed.

Carson smiled darkly. “It would be my pleasure.”

Oh my. The way Carson devoured me with his gaze made me his slave. How could a complete stranger turn me into a pile of nerves? Perhaps I should embrace bigamy and keep both men? I would never get bored of being in the middle.

The mirrors reflected me standing with my dress bunched around my waist, and my sexy black and silver lightning bra covering my rapidly moving chest.

Carson reached to flick my nipple through the gauzy lingerie. “You match my emblem for the night. How coincidental.” He pressed a finger to his cheekbone where the glittery lightning bolt winked in the low lighting. “Kiss it.”

I responded to the order in a rather hussy like manner. Gathering him to me, I kissed where he pointed. His finger didn’t move so I ended up kissing both his cheek and digit. He froze as I circled my tongue around his forefinger and slowly sucked it into my mouth.

His purple eyes darkened to aubergine. “You sure you haven’t been to Circotica before?”

I shook my head as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked as hard as I could.

Noah shifted on the bed, and my eyes locked on his in one of the many mirrors. Mental images of sucking him buckled my knees, I wanted him so bad.

Carson slowly withdrew his finger. “I take it this situation doesn’t scare you? Two men. Alone? About to be fucked, watched, adored?”

How could I be frightened of that? He made it sound like the best decision of my life.

I whispered, “You don’t scare me. You turn me on so much I feel like I’m going to pop out of my skin if you don’t get me naked.”

Noah sat forward, breathing harsh. “Linden. Fuck. I had no idea you were like this.” To Carson he said, “Remove her bra. I want to see what I denied myself for so long.”

Carson skirted me, running lazy fingers along my midriff. I breathed hard as his fingers trailed my spine to the clasp on my bra. Noah sat transfixed. I was the main course tonight, and he looked starving.

A soft moan escaped me as the clasp popped free. I reached up to catch the cups as Carson pushed the straps from my shoulders. But he ordered, “Let it fall.”

So I stood there as the organza fluttered to the floor, and I was left half-naked. Carson reached from behind and captured both breasts. Weighing them, caressing. “You have incredible tits. Doesn’t she, Noah? Wet-dream tits.”

I couldn’t breathe as Noah nodded, eyes locked onto my flesh. “Stunning.”

I’d never been self-confident before, but the way both men touched me, watched me, made me revel in my 34 B’s as if they were the best assets I had.  

Carson swivelled me to face him. “Tonight you are ours, Linden. No more thinking. We can do what we want to you, and you’ll let us. Get that?”

Holy shit, yes, I got that. I nodded.

“Good girl.” He kissed me, bending me backward as he ravaged my mouth. It wasn’t gentle or coaxing. It was bruising and controlling and it did exactly what he told me to do. Stopped me thinking. My body flared into sensation and everything was liquid with overpowering need.

I was so caught up in Carson’s kiss I didn’t notice my dress being tugged over my thighs until a hot tongue skimmed my spine. Oh God. Noah.

His long, strong fingers I’d admired more than once eased through the sides of my knickers. In a long sensual move, he slid them down my legs to join my bra on the floor.

Carson stopped kissing me. He spun and pushed me, so I catapulted into Noah. He’d removed his shirt and his hot flesh seared my nipples as I pressed against him.

I managed to suck in a breath before his mouth descended and his tongue shot through my lips. The fierceness was exactly what I wanted. Craved. I wasn’t here for sweet and tender. I was here for rough and primal. His chest was smooth heaven beneath my fingertips as I clawed him closer.

A scent of lemon and redwood filled my nose. It seemed every day his smell turned me on. I even took to sniffing his body wash when I used the shower. I loved his crisp, masculine scent.

Noah stopped kissing me. We froze in each other’s arms, breathing hard. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured. His sudden sweetness overwhelmed me, and my heart jumped.

He pressed a chaste kiss against my lips. “I’m so happy the circus came to town.”

I laughed softly. “The R18 circus you mean?”

Carson moved toward us. His reflection in the polygon mirrors heightened my senses and I lusted for his touch. He raised his hand, wrapping it in my curls.

“See, this is why I helped start Circotica. For men and woman who are starving for sexual contact. Every fantasy can be indulged. Being whipped by a tiger trainer; getting ravaged by stunt devils; being lassoed in silk by multiple women; and my personal favourite—sex on a trapeze. ” He grinned, tugging my hair so sensation jolted over my scalp. “It makes me so horny to know I help.”

Noah ducked his head and pulled my nipple into his mouth, groaning. I swayed on my feet as the fiery tug on my nipple caused tingles between my legs. It was a direct link and made me as wet as I’d ever been.  

Carson tipped my head and kissed me. His scraggy shadow rasped, making my lips extra sensitive.

I gasped as Noah’s hands started exploring, running over my stomach, my hips. Ever so slowly he followed the contour of my thighs and dipped inward. His head came up, lips glistening with moisture. “I want to be the first to touch you—”

My brain fogged. He had been touching me. Sucking me. What did he mean?

My limbs rigomortified as his fingers went directly to my core. “—Here.”

Eyes snapped closed and my forehead landed on his shoulder as he pressed deep into my heat. I was slippery and hot, and his finger was the best thing I’d ever felt. A small spasm of release caught me fast. I was so turned on, just the slight penetration had me desperate for an orgasm.

Carson circled us, watching in the mirrors as I bowed into Noah’s expert touch. “You look good from every angle like that, Linden.”

Noah murmured in my ear. “Spread your legs wider.”

The command turned my remaining rational self to goo, and I obeyed. Inching my knees further apart, my heels scraped on the mirrored floor. The moment I did as commanded, he inserted another long finger, stretching me, filling me. Turning me from needful to positively suicidal with lust.

“God, you feel exactly like I imagined.” He kissed me hard, his tongue moving in time to the heavy, moody song swirling around us. His fingers eased in and out, thrusting slowly, flaming me to a fever.  

“Hey,” Carson whispered, his face dark, shadowed, and sexy as hell. “No fair. Noah can’t have all of you. Kiss me.”

My lust-heavy body heated even more as my heart raced. Noah let me angle my head to welcome Carson’s lips. As his mouth captured mine, Noah thrust harder, earning a loud moan of surprise.

Carson bit my lip as my mouth went slack, focusing entirely on what Noah’s incredible fingers were doing.

            These two men were both so different, but they watched me with the same smouldering predatory look gleaming in their eyes. My stomach clenched to their unanswered call. I wanted to be claimed and ravaged. Taken.
Used.

Hot, heavy anticipation unfurled inside.

Carson stopped kissing me and swore under his breath. Wedging himself between Noah and I, he growled. “My turn to touch.”

Noah’s face stiffened as Carson gripped his wrist and withdrew his fingers from me. I gasped as he glared at Carson. Tension erupted between them, and I froze. Surely they wouldn’t fight over me. They both knew the deal when we came in here. We were to share. Watch. Enjoy.

I reached out and touched Noah’s cheek. “You can fuck me first.” My entire body erupted into swirls of temptation. Did I really just say that?

Noah’s attention snapped to me, and he sucked in a lungful of oxygen. He opened his mouth to say something, but I think I shocked him into muteness. However, his body language was anything but silent. It screamed how much he wanted to take me there and then. My eyes dropped to his black jeans and the bulge straining the denim. “Go and lie down. Get naked. I want to watch you while Carson touches me.”