Not Until You: Part II (3 page)

Chapter 8

Foster set me on my feet in the bedroom and didn’t let go until he made sure I was steady. He brushed my hair away from my face, his expression unreadable in the combination of soft lamplight and shadows. “Undress me.”

It was a simple request, but hell if it didn’t make a ripple of
Oh, my God, yes
go through me. I lifted my hands, my fingers almost forgetting how to work as I reached for the buttons on his shirt. How many times had I pictured his naked body in my fantasies? When I’d hear Foster come in late, I’d lie there in bed, holding my breath and listening to the sounds he made. The TV turning on, the plunk of shoes coming off and hitting the floor. I’d imagine his clothes sliding off of him, the hard muscle and planes of his body coming into view. My eyes would shut and without pausing to think, I’d trace my hand down my belly, below the band of my panties, and pretend it was his touch instead of mine.

As I reached the bottom button, Foster put a finger beneath my chin, tilting my face toward him. “What are you thinking about, angel?”

In the corner of my eye, I saw Pike sit on the edge of the bed, his attention fixed on the two of us. Nerves crept in, making my skin go hot then clammy.

I tried to look away from Foster, but he tapped my chin. “No you don’t. Look at me and tell me without filtering.”

I forced my focus upward and tried to swallow past my parched throat. My cheeks burned hot—guilt and shame, my old Catholic friends, pumping through me. But I was not going to chicken out now. If I wanted people to stop treating me like I was a naive little girl, I needed to stop acting like one. “I was thinking about how many times I’ve touched myself while listening to you get undressed in your room, how many times I’ve imagined you naked.”

His grip on my chin tightened, and his jaw flexed, the pleased look in his eye its own reward. “I think we’ve both imagined things long enough, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, the words quivery in the quiet room.
This is going to happen. This is really going to happen.

I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, letting my fingers travel over the ripples and dips of his pecs and shoulders. Hard muscle and hot skin. The shirt hit the floor, and I went to the button on his jeans, knowing that if I stopped moving, I’d start questioning myself. So without examining the urge, I lowered myself to my knees and pulled down the zipper. The thick outline of his erection pressed against the denim—intimidating and enticing all at once. I grabbed the waist of his pants and lowered them along with his boxer briefs. His cock slipped free, hard and heavy with arousal. I bit my lip so the gasp wouldn’t escape.

I’d seen a naked man a time or two before, had fooled around with a few guys. And I had definitely looked at more than my share of illicit photos on the Internet. But I’d never been this close, this intimate. It’d always been hands fumbling around in the dark while making out. And he was definitely bigger than any guy I’d been with before. Just the sight of him had everything inside me stirring and aching. I couldn’t remember ever being so desperate to touch and taste a man. I wanted to explore every inch of him, wanted to feel the dark thatch of hair beneath my fingers, wanted to feel the soft skin against my cheek, in my mouth.

Foster ran a hand over my hair. “Hope reality lives up to the fantasy.”

I looked up to finding him with a teasing smile. I shrugged, though it took everything inside me to appear casual. “This’ll do.”

He laughed. “Smartass.”

“No, smart girl.” Pike stood, coming to my side. He’d undone the button on his own jeans, giving me a peek beneath. No underwear, just smooth, hard belly behind the zipper. “He doesn’t need any help with his ego.”

Foster sniffed.

Pike stepped behind me, sifting his fingers through my hair. “Do you want to taste him?”

I curled my fingers against my thighs, nerves pushing through again. What if I screwed it all up now? One wrong move and I’d expose exactly what I was most trying to hide. “I want to, but I’m not very experienced at this.”

Or experienced at all.

Pike reached around and cupped my jaw with a gentle hold. “Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ll guide you. Take him in your mouth. Believe me, you can’t do anything wrong, except teeth.”

I lifted my gaze to Foster, to find the smile had left his face, replaced by hard-edged desire. “Keep your eyes on me while you do it, angel.”

I licked my lips, my fingernails cutting into my palms. I wanted to get this right, wanted to bring him as much pleasure as the two of them had given me already. But with my complete lack of experience, I feared I’d be a disappointment. How could I compare to all those pretty girls I’d seen come and go from their apartment over the last two years?

But before my anxiety could steal away with my nerve, Pike eased my head forward, guiding me over Foster’s cock and taking away my choice—just like I’d asked. My lips parted, and I took Foster into my mouth, holding his eye contact as he slid inside. The salt and musk of his skin painted my tongue and filled my senses, his flavor and scent like potent aphrodisiacs dumped into my bloodstream. God, I hadn’t known what to expect, but liking the taste surprised me. My friend Bailey had always made blow jobs sound like a chore. But having Foster pushing along my tongue felt like anything but. It felt like a privilege.

A new rush of desire pulsed between my legs, making me moan around Foster as I brought him as far to the back of my throat as I could manage.

“
Ah, God
,” he said, his voice like soft, warm strokes to my skin. “That’s it, angel. Perfect. Touch me while you do it.”

Emboldened by the feedback, I lifted my hands and tracked up and down his thighs, feeling the hard muscles there, the tension. He ran every morning and it showed. The thought had a spark of self-consciousness blooming through me. Had he expected me to be this built? I was soft everywhere he was hard, my curvy figure something I’d never been able to change even when I did get on a regular exercise plan.

“She’s thinking again, Pike,” Foster said with a
tsk
ing tone. “Fix it.”

Pike’s grip on my hair tightened. “Eyes open, doc. And touch him like you really want to. I know all those nights in your room, you weren’t thinking about touching his legs.”

The command snapped me out of my tanking thoughts. I opened my eyes and found Foster’s gaze again, the heat there like an anchor keeping me from drifting too far from shore. There’s no way he could look at me like that if he didn’t like what he saw. I bobbed my head, taking him deep again, and refocused my efforts. Also, knowing Pike was one hundred percent right, I let my hands find their way to the area I really wanted to explore. I cupped his sac, caressing the delicate skin there, loving the weight of him in my palm. My mouth and tongue slid over the length of him again, Pike’s grip on my head determining my pace now. I’d asked to not have to make any decisions and they were keeping their promise. I was there to be used how they wished.

The idea should’ve rankled me. Being used. I
wanted
it to bother me. But instead it only served to dial up the intensity of this experience more and to deflect my near-constant sexual insecurities from overtaking me. I wanted to please Foster, wanted to do well. Like my innate inclination to be the best daughter, the best student, the best everything, this need seemed to stem from some place I couldn’t define. Whether I liked it or not, his level of pleasure was directly tied to mine. If I thought too hard about it, I’d lead myself to no place good.

“Eyes on me, angel,” Foster reminded me, dragging me back again.

I brought my attention back upward, finding Foster’s eyes filled with naked lust and a dangerous edge—like it was taking every stitch of his control not to completely overtake me. The sheer power of that look had my mind emptying, my worrisome thoughts winking out of existence like stars at dawn. I moved forward and ran my tongue along the vein at the base of his cock, then tried to relax my throat, working to keep my teeth clear of him at the same time. I wanted all of him inside me. I gagged a bit when he hit the far back of my throat, but managed to breathe through it without letting go.

Now Foster was the one to break the eye contact, his head tilting back and a low groan slipping from him. “Not sure what you’re doing, huh? You’re about to bring me to my knees.”

The praise rained over me like a summer storm. I closed my eyes and hollowed my cheeks, sucking him with the level of need rising in my own body.

“Jesus.” Another hand was suddenly in my hair, pulling me away. Foster stepped back, his grip gentling after a second. “Not yet, angel. I’ve waited this long. When I come, I want to be face-to-face, deep inside you.”

Hot goose bumps trailed over my skin, the glimpse of his slipping control giving me a rush of feminine confidence. Not only had I not messed up, I’d almost made him come. I couldn’t stop the smile from lifting my lips.

Foster chuckled. “Well, don’t you look pleased with yourself.”

“She should be,” Pike said, letting her go. “She didn’t even touch me, and my head’s about to explode.”

I turned toward Pike, staying on my knees, the praise making me brave. “I could help.”

Pike smiled. “It’s okay, baby. I can be patient. Tonight’s about you.”

I sent him a raised eyebrow and boldly tugged at his zipper. What the hell was I doing? I didn’t recognize this version of myself but liked it. My hand dipped inside his fly, pulling his thick cock free of its denim prison. A bead of moisture glistened at the top and without giving myself time to think, I leaned forward and swiped it with my tongue.

“Well, don’t fucking listen to me,” he said, laughing. “Clearly you have better ideas.”

“Sit on the bed, Pike,” Foster directed from my left. “And Cela, on your hands and knees.”

Pike helped me to my feet, obviously used to Foster taking charge, then led me to the bed. He climbed onto the mattress, pulling me onto it with him, and settled back on the puffy pillows, his tattoos like gorgeous art against all those white linens. He cradled my face, bringing me in for a soft kiss first, then guided me down his torso to lower my mouth down on him.

I took Pike’s length between my lips and tucked my knees beneath me, inadvertently exposing my backside to Foster’s view. The bed dipped as Foster joined us. A hand caressed the curve of my ass, and I had another brief moment of panic about my body. But when his fingers dipped between my legs, finding that wet and aching spot, all thoughts dissipated. I whimpered around Pike’s cock, unable to stop the desperate sound from escaping.

“Mmm, I love to hear how badly you want this.” Foster moved his fingers, teasing my clitoris without directly touching it. “You’re so beautiful when you give in to it. So sexy. I’m finding it hard to play nice.”

Pike’s hand was threading through my hair, his pelvis rocking toward me, but Foster’s words landed heavy on me. I wanted to respond to him, to answer, but I also didn’t want to break the moment. And I wasn’t even sure what I’d say. All I knew was that whatever he wanted to do, I was game for it, especially if he kept touching me like that. I widened my knees, showing Foster in the only way I knew how that I trusted him. I had put himself in their hands and meant it.

Foster made a sound of approval. His hand tracked over the curve of my backside. “I like to play a little rough, angel. And even though I know you’re not ready for most of that right now, I’m not sure I can resist this pretty ass.”

My pace stuttered a bit, unsure of what he was suggesting—the possibilities both scaring and exciting me.

Pike’s fingers went gentle against my scalp, and he eased me upward until I was looking up at him. His hazel eyes had gone black, yearning. “He wants to spank you, baby. If you’re not cool with that, say so.”

Foster wanted to . . .
oh
. Rough. He wanted to
hit
me.

I peeked over my shoulder, finding Foster, seeking reassurance. His hand was still against me, but his focus was solely on my eyes. There was power in his gaze, steely control, but underneath there was a vulnerability that reached right into my chest and tugged. Asking for this was costing him something. He hadn’t planned to show me this side of himself.

“I trust you,” I said, my voice as even as I’d ever heard it. I couldn’t say the same for my heartbeat. I knew there was some line we were about to cross, some highly uncharted territory for me. But I couldn’t find the word
no
in my vocabulary, not when he was giving me that look. I may have walked across glass in that moment to peek past that door he’d just cracked open.

At my words, the wrinkle in Foster’s brow softened, his features shifting from concern to resolve. “Finish what you started with Pike. And touch yourself while you do it, angel. It will make this all the better.”

Touch
myself? In front of them? Instinctive shame bubbled up in me again—the damn emotion always running right below the surface ready to burst through. But just as quickly I shoved the thought from my brain. I was naked, ass in the air between two men. I’d already jumped that shark.

“Yes, sir,” I said then turned back to Pike. He was stroking himself, filling in where I’d left off. For a few seconds, I was held in suspension, fascinated by the slide of that strong male hand, by the total lack of self-consciousness as he took his pleasure.

But then a sharp smack hit my backside and snapped me out of the spell. I yelped, more from surprise than anything else, and a stinging heat traced over skin.
Ow
.

Pike’s mouth hitched up at the corner as he gently guided me downward again. “Close your eyes and give yourself over to it, doc. It’ll be worth it.”

Despite my burning rear, I listened to Pike and closed my eyes as my mouth enveloped him again. He tasted of salt and man and illicit fantasy—a combination that had my brain teetering on the edge of some place I hadn’t been before. I didn’t know what the spanking was supposed to accomplish, but I wanted to try to do what they asked. To let go and see where they took me. Foster delivered another slap to my opposite cheek, and the stinging burned just as much. I barely bit back the urge to tell him to stop. Then another lighter one came, popping me right along my exposed folds. This time the flash of pain was followed by a hot, rolling warmth that started low and surged all the way out to my fingers and toes. I moaned, pressing my lips harder around Pike’s shaft and earning a shudder from him.