Ah, she had wanted him inside her so badly. Her slick pussy closed around her invading fingers and gripped, but it wasn’t enough. Never enough. She knew Grange was thick, damn it. She had felt it that afternoon, and her pussy knew it was being cheated by her own slender fingers. She pushed her fingers deeper and rubbed furiously.
The one explosive orgasm earlier in Grange’s office wasn’t nearly enough to get rid of the heat generated so effortlessly by him. And if Isaac’s resonant voice had been the one to interrupt that incendiary office encounter…Carolyn gasped as the deep spasms of her release washed over her, sending her head spinning. She leaned back against the rim of the tub and tried to catch her breath.
She had a sudden thought, and she blew out a soft laugh as a little smile crossed her face.
Whatever faults the two men had in person, without a doubt, they were the best fantasy material a woman could ever imagine.
Chapter 5
Carolyn took a deep, steadying breath and tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach. She gathered her courage and followed Grange and Isaac through one the most exclusive restaurants in San Antonio, then waited for the maitre d’ to seat her at their table.
The table was isolated from the others by carved wooden screens on three sides with the fourth side open to the darkened hallway, effectively shielding them from the other diners. Golden candle flames danced merrily in tiny mounted sconces, the soft flickering light adding to the sense of intimacy in the tiny room. There were two rooms like this in the restaurant, but they were in such high demand that reserving one took political pull, a significant bribe, or both.
Seeing the care that had been taken with the preparations, she was grateful that she had worn her best golden silk cocktail dress with the matching strappy sandals, since both Grange and Isaac had shown up at her door wearing tuxedos. The moment she had appeared in the doorway, two pairs of eyes, one dark and one light, had done a slow, appreciative glide down her body and then back up, lingering heatedly at her hips and breasts and then moving up to smile into her eyes. It had the effect of raising her temperature, not with a redhead’s quick temper but with something much more volatile and difficult to control.
The sight of the two big, gorgeous men in formal dress was enough to cause a spike in the blood pressure of any red-blooded woman, and Carolyn was definitely susceptible. They left her breathless on a normal day at the office, but in tuxes? And with their attention focused on her like laser beams? She didn’t know how she would be able to put together a single thought or carry on a conversation.
While Grange was speaking with the maitre d’, Isaac seated himself close beside her. He leaned in to nuzzle a kiss on her bare shoulder, then skated his fingers along her arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake.
“You always smell so good, Cara.”
Carolyn shivered and pulled away slightly, unsure as always of his true intent.
He didn’t take offense, just lifted her crystal glass, and let Grange pour the wine into it. The golden liquid glinted inside the delicate cut crystal, and Carolyn accepted the glass without comment.
Grange must have placed the order already, as Carolyn had barely taken her first sip of the delicious, cool wine before an army of servers began to arrive. The first small tray held a selection of cheeses and sliced fruits, followed by another tray bearing tiny artistically shaped warm rolls with both sweet and savory fillings, and still another tray held warm, creamy vegetable tarts.
Grange chose several and handed Carolyn a small plate. His fingers brushed against hers lingeringly, and her eyes flew to his. His slow smile was hot, and in his eyes was the memory of their decadent afternoon indiscretion.
“Grange,” she said, whether in protest or invitation even she wasn’t sure, but he shook his head.
“Let us give you this night of fantasy, Cara.” His voice was deep and quiet.
Carolyn melted against the back of her chair, beguiled in spite of herself by the thought of living out her darkest fantasy with the two men who had created their own starring roles in her dreams.
Feeling shaky, she smiled and reached for an appetizer just so that she would have something to do with her trembling hands.
During each course, Grange and Isaac kept up a light, bantering conversation, talking about insignificant things, but Carolyn found that it was beyond her capabilities to concentrate on their words. Every time a powerful thigh brushed against hers under the table, or a hand stroked warmly down her arm on the way to the wine bottle, she lost track of the line of speech.
The stark contrast between the casual, almost meaningless, words and heated physical caresses stimulated her senses until her skin felt too tight and her nipples stabbed against the smooth silk of her gown, begging for more focused attention.
The two men continued their silent campaign of touch, keeping her close between their big, muscular bodies throughout the beautifully prepared dinner, and by the time dessert arrived, Carolyn was enflamed to a maddening pitch. Her pussy was weeping with need, and she was all but squirming in her seat. It was a measure of her desperation that when Isaac finally slid his hand under her skirt and up to her heated core, she opened herself to him immediately with a grateful moan. When his clever fingers discovered her generous wetness, he muttered a reverent curse and slid one long finger up and in.
Grange smoothed his lips up the soft inner flesh of her arm, stopping to nip and suck the tender skin on the inside of her elbow. The sensation was electric. Carolyn gasped loudly and clutched his short hair with her other hand.
Isaac took instant advantage of her inattention to push two fingers inside her creaming heat. He rocked his hand back and forth in a minute motion, and with every shallow entry, he tapped her G-spot and rubbed the tough heel of his hand against her swollen clit.
Grange reached in and tugged her bodice down, freeing her breasts for his hands. He squeezed and rolled her stiff nipples and massaged the soft mounds, moving in time with Isaac’s rhythm under the table until Carolyn was panting and twisting, aching for a deeper touch. She was at a desperate precipice, with extreme pleasure just out of reach. She couldn’t come with just these torturous caresses.
“Please,” she moaned brokenly.
“Tell us what you need,” Grange said, and his normally smooth voice was hoarse and grating.
She rolled her head against the back of the chair and groaned. She felt as if every nerve ending was sensitized, overloaded.
“I–I need more. More of everything. Grange, I’m so close.” She could barely get the words out.
“Good girl, Cara.”
Grange leaned forward and captured her mouth under his, shoving his tongue deep. At that moment, Isaac added a third finger to his penetration and clamped his strong white teeth on her shoulder. The acute, almost painful increase in sensation sent her spiraling up and over, her mewling cries lost in the pressure of Grange’s kiss. Her pussy continued to spasm around Isaac’s fingers, and he gentled his touch, petting her and spreading the silky fluids of her release along her intimate folds for long moments before slowly withdrawing his hand from between her thighs.
Grange gradually pulled back from their kiss and looked at Isaac. Dazed, Carolyn blinked at him, trying to follow the direction of his stare.
Isaac saluted her briefly with the hand that had given her such pleasure a moment before. He grinned at her, then popped his fingers into his mouth, and sucked them clean of her juices, groaning at her taste.
She blinked, startled by the illicit act.
“Let’s skip the chocolate and have more of this dessert,” Isaac growled, and her pussy clenched once more in agreement.
“Isaac?” she said wonderingly.
“Say yes,” he breathed.
There was a deep flush along his cheekbones, and his eyes were bright, almost metallic in the flickering light. “God, I’ve waited for this moment for years. We’ve waited. We’re going to pleasure you all night until you’re so exhausted from coming that you beg for a rest from our hands and mouths and bodies. And then when you’re rested, we’ll start all over again. Say yes.”
He pressed his lips to hers, and she tasted herself on his wicked mouth. It was curiously arousing, and she moaned softly, letting him in to swirl his tongue around hers.
“Say yes,” he repeated and returned to nibbling and teasing her sensitive lips.
Her one-word response was a mere whisper against Isaac’s lips, but he must have heard it because his whole body stiffened and drew back to search her eyes for confirmation.
“We have to get out of this restaurant first,” Grange said, grunting when he stood. “I’ll get the check.” He straightened with a wince. “And bring the vehicle around.”
The large bulge in the front of his tuxedo was obvious, and Carolyn’s eyes were drawn to it. He seemed to feel the direction of her gaze, and his already impressive erection lengthened farther at the blatant approval in her expression.
“Hurry,” she said in a smoky voice, and his eyebrows snapped up.
“Jesus,” he said, shaking his head once. “You’d better believe it.” And then he was gone.
Isaac didn’t speak, just captured her full attention with his mobile mouth and explored her in a searing silence broken only by the sound of their rushing breaths and the whisper of heated silk. Dazed, feeling almost drunk, Carolyn thought distantly that she had barely sampled the golden wine. Ensnared in Isaac’s sensual web, she hardly noticed when Grange returned to them.
In moments, they were out of the restaurant and at Grange’s black SUV.
“I need to get a taste,” Isaac said bluntly, pushing Carolyn into the backseat and climbing in behind her. “Drive carefully, buddy. We won’t be wearing seatbelts.”
With those astonishing words, Isaac proceeded to arrange Carolyn’s body across the bench seat with great sweeps of his big hands. He removed her sandals and tossed them to the floor. He put her hands above her head, with one of her feet against the side window behind him, the other on the floor, and himself firmly between her splayed legs. She whimpered when he tugged her skirt up and tore her lace panties off. His fierce expression and wicked actions teased her senses unbearably. It was her fantasy come to life.
She was dimly aware of Grange putting the vehicle in motion.
“Oh, baby,” Isaac crooned, and the heat of his stare on her most feminine flesh caused her pussy to weep for him. He leaned in, swiped his tongue across her rosy slit, and caught the drops in his mouth.
“Grange, she’s got a beautiful little pussy,” he said thickly, raising his head from between her thighs. “So pink. So pink,” he repeated, as if captivated by the sight.
Grange swerved, but quickly righted the SUV, muttering under his breath as he pushed the gas pedal to the floor.
Isaac separated her soft folds with his thumbs and ran his stiffened tongue up and down, up and down, which made her gasp and sob. He nibbled gently at her swollen labia and clit with his teeth until she shivered and burned under his mouth. When her cries escalated with her approach to orgasm, he pulled back, licking and kissing, keeping her poised on the blazing edge of rapture with his unholy skill, refusing to let her fall.
Carolyn had never imagined a pleasure like this. It pulled her down into a world of dazzling impulses, where she was a creature of sensation, blinded and desperate. She was reduced to mindless begging, pleading until she didn’t know what she was saying or what she was promising. She only knew that if he didn’t let her come soon, she feared she would go mad.
Then he fastened his carnal mouth over her and sucked strongly, and she went off like a bottle rocket, with shrieking sounds, bright lights and sharp detonations that faded into a velvety blackness.
Chapter 6
Carolyn rose on her elbows with an incoherent moan.
Isaac was grinning. The force of her release still glistened on his swollen mouth, and when he winked and licked his lips, she could feel an answering grin rising on her face.
“You passed out, baby,” Isaac said, his tone a verbal swagger.
“I certainly did not.” Carolyn pushed herself up and tried futilely to pull her skirt down. It was lodged just under her breasts, and the damp silk proved difficult to budge.
“Baby, you screamed, and then you passed out. My mouth is a dangerous weapon. Admit it.”
Isaac brushed her hands aside and, with a few efficient movements, had her skirt back in place, her sandals on the correct feet, and Carolyn on his lap. She pushed his wandering hands away with a huff, clambered off his knee, and slid out the open door straight into Grange’s arms.