Authors: Jess Dee
“One night, while we were having a laugh, a woman walked into the pub. A good-looking woman.” For the first time in a very long time, he’d found himself attracted to someone other than his ex-fiancée.
“Describe her.” Melissa’s legs trembled.
“Tall, with dark, shoulder-length hair, big breasts and eyes that said
dare me
. Sitting there, watching her, made me hard.”
“You got an erection in a pub?”
“I did.” Ben almost shook his head in disbelief. The story was getting Melissa even hotter. Goose bumps covered her skin, and her pussy dripped.
“D-did
he
notice?”
“Will?”
“Yeah.”
“He noticed
her
. The woman. Told me, and I quote, ‘I’d like to take that fine arse home with me for the night.’”
“What did you say?”
“I warned him he’d have to take me home with her, because I’d seen her first and I wasn’t about to give her up for him. He laughed, and joked about sharing her.”
“D-did you laugh?”
“Not once.”
The suggestion had knocked him for a loop.
He’d had a threesome before, with Sienna. He’d shared her with another man. And the experience had been…profoundly fucked-up. While he’d loved the kinkiness of a ménage, and while the sex had been unbelievably good, the psychological consequences of what he’d allowed to happen had screwed with his head for months after.
It still screwed with his head.
He’d shared the woman he’d loved with another man. Allowed someone else to touch her while he did. How could he have ever let that happen? How could he have ever thought that would be okay?
“You took him seriously?”
“Very seriously.” Much to Ben’s surprise, Will’s suggestion had appealed to no end.
Because while he’d hated having another man in bed with himself and Sienna, he’d gotten into the sex act with three people. He’d found a release and excitement in it that he’d never had with just one partner. And the thought of doing it again, that time with a woman he did not love, well, for some reason, it had been irresistible.
“The thought was just as big a turn-on as the woman was. Just considering the idea of having sex with her at the same time Will did got me almost as aroused as I am right now. Almost.”
Fact was, he couldn’t remember ever being as horny with anyone as he was with Melissa.
Melissa inhaled audibly. “You’re turned on right now?”
It was his turn to growl. “I’m so fucking hard I could come just watching you touch yourself.”
“A-are you hard for me? Or for the woman in the pub?”
There it was. That hint of insecurity in her voice. No matter how confident Melissa might act, she still had doubts.
The question was, was she doubting herself, or him? “The woman in the pub is a memory, sweetness. Nothing more. You…” Ben squeezed his eyes tight. Well, hell. What could he say now?
You make me want more than a quick fuck and a fast orgasm
?
You make me long for the days when I believed in love, when I believed that being a part of a couple was the happiest way to exist?
“You make me burn.” His voice came out hoarse and raspy. “I wanna fuck you so bad I can’t stand it.”
She whimpered—a sound Ben was beginning to associate with an instant rush of blood to his groin.
“Did you fuck her? The woman in the bar?”
“I did.”
“Were you and she alone?”
He waited a heartbeat. “No.”
“Will was with you.”
“He was.”
“Did he watch?” A shiver raced through her.
“You mean like he watched us last night?”
Her answer was a throaty yes, punctuated by a visible tremor through her body.
“He did.”
“A-and she didn’t mind?”
“Oh, no, sweetness. She didn’t mind one bit.” She’d thrived under the attention of two men, relished it. So had Ben. But only sexually. Emotionally it had wrenched his gut, made his chest hurt and forced him to relive his night with Josh and Sienna all over again.
“Will didn’t…participate? He only watched?”
“He participated.”
“Specifics!” Melissa demanded.
“Okay, specifics. I fucked her and Will watched, then Will fucked her while I recovered. Then we both fucked her. At the same time.”
Melissa moaned. And Ben couldn’t resist the temptation of her gleaming pussy any longer. He slid the vibe all the way inside her, as deep as it would go. Then he clicked a button, increasing the speed.
Melissa cried out, her relief and desire reflected in the sound.
Ben ate up the sight of her back arching, her hips twisting. He filled his ears with the sounds of her sensual cries.
Long seconds passed before Melissa spoke again, and when she did, her voice was throaty, sexy. “Did you…enjoy it? Fucking her at the same time as he did?”
Did he? The physical gratification had been undeniable. The excitement, the pleasure, the release, the relief…he’d gotten out of it exactly what he thought he would, a couple of good orgasms—exactly what he’d needed at the time.
But neither of those orgasms had given him the emotional gratification he’d ached for. The emotional gratification Mel had given him last night—before she’d clammed up on him.
Easier not to answer, he decided. Easier to divert the question. “Are you enjoying this? My story?”
“I… Oh!” She twisted her hips again, whimpered. “It’s making me…burn.”
Her choice of wording was not lost on Ben.
“Making me want to…come.”
“Again?” Ben kept his voice stern, needing nothing more than to see her explode. See pleasure take over her body and her mind. “Haven’t you already come tonight?”
“O-only once,” Melissa complained. “Not enough.”
Not enough for him either. Not even close to enough. He clicked the button again, increased the vibe’s speed. Melissa’s moan was low, feral. Her arm shook. The same arm she used to touch her clit.
“Wanna know the crazy thing, Mel?”
“Mm. Wanna know everything ’bout you.”
She did? Wow. He inched closer to her, wrapped an arm around her waist and replaced her finger with his, thrumming her clit. “The sex with her was good. It was hot. But…” He blanked. Couldn’t remember what he’d meant to say. Mel really wanted to know everything about him?
“But?”
“But no matter how many times I came with her—not one of those orgasms compares with the orgasm you gave me last night.”
Melissa froze. “I-it was that good?”
Her shyness and uncertainty tapped at his heart. Did she even have to ask? He leaned over and placed a kiss on her spine, right between her two shoulder blades. “Sweetness, that was the best sex of my life.”
Chapter Five
Melissa scratched at the windowsill, sought desperately to find purchase, find something to hold on to, something to keep her upright.
Pleasure, extreme and absolute, swept over her. Ben had had the best sex of his life—with her.
God, she was close to coming. So close. She couldn’t ever remember being this aroused, this stimulated, this frantic for more.
More, more, more.
More of Ben.
More of the bliss he gave her, the carnal, wanton, wicked euphoria he bestowed upon her.
She wasn’t earthbound anymore. Wasn’t a solid mass. She was floating on air. A million light years away from the office. She was in heaven. In paradise, languishing in a cloud of undiluted ecstasy. She was an empty, aching vessel, desperate for fulfillment. Desperate for the release only Ben could give her.
Ben stood behind her, doing incomprehensible things. Naughty things. Wicked things. Making her crazy. Making her insane. The idea that someone had seen them last night was a potent aphrodisiac. Hearing Ben speak about a threesome he’d had? Outrageous that it should turn her on so. But it did.
God, no wonder she was losing touch with reality.
Handfuls of heaven usually weren’t given to her. Not like this.
But here they were, she and Ben. Ben confessing he’d enjoyed being with her. More than enjoyed.
She’d fantasized about him a million times but never dreamed the reality would be better than the fantasy. So much better. And yet his hands, his kisses, his adulation… Oh, God!
Good, so unbelievably good. Her body burned, rocketed past the boiling point. She needed to come. Wanted the release. Melissa closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against the cool glass of the window, the cold a striking contrast to the heat of Ben’s touch.
Hot, cold. Finger, vibe. Pleasure, need. He had her balancing on such a tight string she feared she might topple over any second.
And then Ben did the unthinkable. He pulled away, removing the vibe from her pussy. He left her there, empty, shaking, sobbing, a fragmented bundle of billions of aching nerve endings.
“Noooo,” she howled.
Don’t go. Never go. Never leave me.
She didn’t want to be alone anymore. Didn’t want to live the life she’d chosen, the life she’d paved for herself. The life that left no room for anyone else.
She should go after him, chase him, bring him back, make him the one to share her life, but her legs wouldn’t move. They were locked in place by an overabundance of pleasure and need.
“Ben!” She called his name, begged him.
“Right behind you, sweetness.”
And just like that a pair of hands wrapped around her hips, legs pressed close to hers, and something hard brushed the sensitized lips of her pussy.
Hard. God, so gloriously hard.
It didn’t vibrate. Not even a little bit, but with one clean thrust, that something hard filled her. Filled her, stretched her and delighted her like the toy would never have been able to.
Ben.
She tried to call his name, but was incapable of making sound. Incapable of doing anything but experiencing the very heights of rapture. The vibe was arousing. Satisfying. A huge turn-on. But Ben. Oh, God, Ben was perfect. Ben took her to new heights, heights she’d previously thought impossible to scale. Ben standing behind her, thrusting into her. A real, live male, muscles pulsing, heat pouring off him.
He smelled so good. Like spice and man and sex.
Or maybe it was her who smelled like sex.
It didn’t matter. She inhaled huge gasps of sex-tinted air, giving herself over to the mind-blowing pleasure that was all Ben Cowley, relishing it, basking in the heat.
This wasn’t just sex. Melissa knew that she could never have given her body so completely to a man she felt nothing for. A man she didn’t trust. She trusted Ben. And she liked him. So damn much. She always had, she’d just never let him know.
So engulfed was she in her pleasure and thoughts, it took a moment to realize the sounds he’d made had turned from guttural moans to actual words. He was speaking to her.
“…see it? Are you okay with it?”
See what? Okay with what?
Her brain couldn’t make sense of his questions. It was too absorbed in the physical reaction of her body to his.
“…light… Office. Stop…you want to.”
Stop? This? Sex? Nooooo. Never, Melissa never wanted to stop making love to Ben.
But she didn’t have a choice. Ben thrust once more, filled her, then ceased moving, his cock a solid, enticing, unmoving presence in her cunt.
“
Noooo
,” she complained out loud.
“He’s watching us, sweetness. Looking straight through the window.”
Melissa straightened, yanking her cheek away from the cool glass and snapping her head around. Finally she understood what Ben was trying to tell her.
A soft light flared in the office opposite Ben’s. The dim glow outlined vague details of a desk and a chair. Someone sat in the chair. More than that Melissa could not determine.
All she knew was she stood before the window with Ben behind her, fucking her. And somebody—Will—watched them.
“Ben?” Her question was whispered.
“He’s there, sweetness. He can see everything.”
Shock took her breath away. “M-my jacket is wide open. He can see my breasts.” It was one thing imagining what she’d do if she was being watched, another thing altogether to know someone was actually there.
“He can.” Ben hesitated, letting the knowledge settle in her mind. “Does that bother you?”
Did it? “I…I don’t know.” Her nipples grew tighter, but Melissa was unsure whether that was from horror—or excitement.
Ben shifted behind her, pulling her upright, the action bringing his cock more snugly inside her pussy and his chest closer to her back. It sent tiny ripples of pleasure undulating through her. His hands left her hips and snuck around her jacket, finding her breasts, palming them. Hiding them from the watchful gaze of the man opposite her.
“Better?” he whispered.
Was it?
She didn’t know.
She loved—
loved
—the feel of Ben’s hands on her breasts, holding them, cupping them. She loved it more that as soon as Ben heard her uncertainty, he raced to cover her up. Raced to protect her from the stranger’s gaze. The windowsill and wall hid her lower body, and his hands concealed her breasts.