Samantha Kane (6 page)

he nibbled on the taut tendon along the side. He felt her tremble

under his hands. And then he heard it. Heard the sound of their

lips meeting, the gentle sounds of a sweet kiss. His fingers

tightened on Oliver’s arm and he puled Vanessa closer against

him.

“Have you never been kissed before, pretty Vanessa?” Oliver

murmured.

“I…yes, yes, I’ve been kissed,” she stammered breathlessly.

“Not really kissed,” Oliver said. His hand brushed Nick’s cheek

as Nick nibbled on Vanessa’s ear. Oliver puled his hand back,

and it hovered near Nick’s face for a second before he brought

it back again and finished the caress, just a fleeting touch. Then

he must have used his other hand to caress Vanessa’s cheek.

She sighed and tilted her head as if leaning into his hand.

“What does that mean?” Vanessa asked softly.

Nick pressed his finger against the corner of her mouth. “Open

up,” he whispered. “Let Oliver taste you. And you can see what

love tastes like.”

“Love has a taste?” she whispered skepticaly. He liked the feel

of her mouth moving against his finger and he slid it along her

lower lip, outlining it. His breath caught when her tongue dashed

out to lick her lip and found the pad of his finger. She gasped

lightly and he slid the tip of his finger into her mouth, just a little, and then dragged it over her lip as he took it out, puling her lip

down slightly.

“It has many flavors,” he told her kissing her cheek down to her

jaw. “But I don’t think we’l get to al of them tonight.”

“Why not?” Nick was amused by the haughty tone in her voice,

as if she were affronted that they had the temerity to withhold

something from her.

Oliver laughed. “We don’t have the time or space to do things

properly here,” he told her. “But what we share tonight wil make

you crave another taste, I promise.”

“I think it is you two who crave, not I,” she said cooly. She tried

to slide out from between them, but neither he nor Oliver budged

an inch. There was no way she could move.

“Why are you angry, little dove?” Oliver murmured. “Don’t fly

away.”

“I am not angry.” Her words said one thing, her voice another.

Nick was confused. What had they done? “Don’t play games,”

he told her roughly. “Speak plainly. If you don’t tel us what we

did wrong, we won’t know not to do it again.”

She stiled between them. “Is it that easy?” she asked

incredulously. “Just tel you, and you won’t do it again? You are

very unusual men if that is al it takes to mend your ways.”

“Mend what ways?” Oliver asked patiently.

Vanessa sighed, clearly defeated. “You seek to make me crave

you. Why? What do you want from me?”

Her question was like a blow to Nick. He hadn’t realized what it

must be like for her. Did she have no friends, no lovers, who

wanted her just for herself? Was she so accustomed to being

used and deceived she could no longer see the obvious? “You.

We want you. Like this.”

He turned her face to his with two fingers on her jaw and

pressed his lips to hers. In the dark he missed, his lips only half

covering hers, but she drew in a sharp breath and it gave Nick

the opportunity to slide over her open mouth and lick inside. He

didn’t kiss her like she was an untried virgin, but as if they were

already lovers. Some instinct told him that was the way to have

her. Not with kid gloves, but with assurance and vigor. Vanessa

wanted to be craved, not wooed. She wanted to be possessed,

not have a man ask permission with delicate kisses. If they

not have a man ask permission with delicate kisses. If they

wanted this to work, and right now Nick desperately wanted this

to work, then they couldn’t afford to give her time to have

second thoughts.

Vanessa responded as he’d known she would. She opened her

mouth and let him in, and once she’d learned how to kiss him

back she battled to dominate the kiss. He didn’t let her, and he

could feel how his mastery aroused her. Her breath was quick

on his cheek, her heart pounding beneath the arm he had

wrapped around her as she moved restlessly between them,

seeking more but not sure how to get it.

She tasted like champagne and sweets. Her mouth was smal,

her teeth straight and smooth against his tongue. He wanted to lift

her up and throw her down on the nearest soft bed, mount her

and fuck her until she admitted he owned her. He wrapped his

hand around the back of her head and held her mouth to his,

breathing her air and drinking her desire until she whimpered.

It wasn’t until Oliver put his arm around him, buried his hand in

Nick’s hair and forcibly puled him away from her that Nick

realized how rough he was being. “I’m sorry,” he gasped.

“Damn, you just…you feel so good.”

Oliver kept his hand in Nick’s hair, although his hold was gentle

now.

“How do I taste?” Vanessa asked, as breathless as he was.

“How do I taste?” Vanessa asked, as breathless as he was.

“Taste?” Nick asked stupidly. He was having a hard time

thinking with Vanessa in his arms and Oliver’s hand petting him

like that.

“Do I taste like love?” she asked. “Did I do it right?”

Nick found her hand pressed up against Oliver’s chest and he

dragged it down between his own legs. He pressed her palm

against his erection. “Yes, you did it right. Feel how right.” He

thrust into her hand and held his breath, waiting to see how she’d

react to his crudity.

She cupped her hand around him and her fingers explored the

length and width of him. He groaned and grabbed her skirt,

trying to yank it up.

“Nick,” Oliver said roughly. He grabbed Nick’s wrist, stopping

him. “Don’t.”

“Do,” Vanessa said, her voice unsteady. “I want you to touch

me.”

“Damn me,” Nick murmured. “Yes.”

“May I kiss you again, Vanessa?” Oliver asked. He sounded

hesitant, which was so unusual for Oliver in these situations it

momentarily took Nick’s mind off getting under Vanessa’s skirts.

momentarily took Nick’s mind off getting under Vanessa’s skirts.

“I wish you would,” she responded with an ingrained politeness

that made Nick smile. Then she added, “Just like Nick, please,”

and Nick began puling up her skirt again.

Oliver let go of Nick’s head and Vanessa moved against Nick as

if adjusting to something Oliver was doing. Nick had a moment

of pity for her, trying to accommodate two men who were

desperate to touch and taste her. His pity died quickly, replaced

by pure unadulterated lust when she moaned and it was muffled

by Oliver’s mouth on hers.

“Tel me what you’re doing,” Nick growled. He wrapped his

hand around Vanessa’s bare thigh, above her stocking. He’d

taken his gloves off before they’d reached the little room they

were in. Previous experience with these sorts of clandestine

encounters had taught him wel.

“She has the most delightful breasts,” Oliver said. Nick’s hand

tightened around Vanessa’s thigh at Oliver’s tone. He loved to

hear it like that, so heavy with need it sounded almost painful for

him to talk. It had been so long since Nick had heard him sound

like that. What was it about her? Why were simple kisses and

touches driving both him and Oliver mad with lust tonight? “Soft

and plump.” Vanessa gave a little whimper. “Her nipples feel like

smal raspberries. I have to taste them.” The last was said with a

near desperation that ignited something in Nick. He let go of

near desperation that ignited something in Nick. He let go of

Vanessa’s thigh and reached for her shoulders, tugging the

sleeves of her silk gown down her arms, until he could reach

around and pul it under her breasts. Like al women, she wore a

multitude of undergarments to protect them. But with a tug on a

string or two, Nick and Oliver managed to pul it al down under

her breasts, until those soft mounds were propped up on her

clothing, an offering for both men.

Nick slid around to her side and Oliver made room for him.

Then Nick pressed Vanessa until she rested against his hand on

her lower back. He put his mouth on her, didn’t realy care

where he landed as long as it was bare skin. And it was. She

tasted so fine, like nothing he’d ever tasted before. Her skin was

soft and fragrant and he thought he could spend days just licking

her. His mouth encountered the curve of her breast and he was

as excited as a young boy at his first taste of love. With an

eagerness that had been lacking in recent encounters he sought

her nipple. When he sucked it into his mouth and wrapped his

tongue around it, Vanessa cried out. Then he moved and his

head bumped into Oliver, who was clearly suckling her other

breast. Nick wondered if they were moving too fast, but then

Vanessa slid her hand into his hair and held him on her breast

with a fierceness that drove his desire higher. No, it wasn’t too

much.

She moved restlessly between them, and both men knew what

she wanted. Nick parted his legs and let her hip rub against his

engorged cock while she squirmed. It felt so good he had to take

his mouth from her just so he could breathe. He rested his cheek

on her breast, panting and humping her stil-covered leg and he

felt like a fool, but he was too gone to care. Suddenly Oliver’s

breath was on his cheek.

“Are you close, Nicky?” Oliver whispered. Nick thought he

might have felt Oliver’s lips on his cheek, he was that close to

him. He shuddered with desire at the thought, and could only

nod his head as he gripped Vanessa’s hip and rubbed his cock

against her, hard.

“Oh God,” Vanessa said weakly. “I’m sorry.”

Oliver laughed. “Don’t be sorry. It’s marvelous. You’re

marvelous.” He kissed her then. Nick heard the sound of their

mouths sliding against each other, their tongues tangling just over

his head. It was almost too much. He had a sudden, harsh desire

to see them fucking. He wanted to watch Oliver fuck Vanessa,

slowly, the way he liked, to watch Vanessa writhe beneath the

bigger man. And Nick would slide up next to them and they

would both service him with their mouths while they fucked, and

fucked, and fucked.

He whimpered with the need to come, like a green schoolboy.

Suddenly the door was opened and Nick jerked his head up, but

it was Oliver’s hand on the latch. Dim light penetrated the closet

it was Oliver’s hand on the latch. Dim light penetrated the closet

and Vanessa’s cry of fright was cut off sharply.

“I have to see you both,” Oliver said roughly. He had his hand

over Vanessa’s mouth as she stared at him with wide eyes. “I

want to watch you both come. I swear, Vanessa, no one wil

see. Trust me.” He looked at Nick. “And next time, remember

to bring a light.”

“Have you ever seen a man come, Vanessa?” Oliver asked her.

He slowly took his hand from her mouth and kissed her

apologeticaly. “Have you?” She shook her head while biting her

lip. She looked overwhelmed. Desire warred with fright in her

eyes as she glanced between the door and the two men. “Would

you like to?” Oliver asked in a devilishly seductive tone. “Would

you like to watch Nick come? Would you like to see his bare

cock as he does it?”

“Yes,” she whispered. She’d covered her breasts with her

hands, and the sight of her holding her own breasts was terribly

erotic even though Nick knew she didn’t mean it to be. He

covered one of her hands with his own, tightening her grip until

the smal mound pressed out along the sides of her hand and then

he licked the sweet, exposed flesh.

“Oh God,” Vanessa moaned as she let her head drop back in

surrender. “Yes, I want to see him. I want to see you both.”

“I want to see you first,” Nick said. He’d stil been rubbing his

“I want to see you first,” Nick said. He’d stil been rubbing his

cock against her, she felt so good, but he forced himself to take

a step away. “Lift your skirts for us.”

“W—what?” she stammered.

“Show us,” Oliver said, his voice hard, demanding, yet at the

same time teasing and seductive. Nick didn’t know how he did

it. He made you do things with that voice, things you wouldn’t

ordinarily do. Things that felt so damn good. “Show us how

much you want it.”

Vanessa hesitated, but then she slowly retreated from them.

Nick could tel she wasn’t trying to get away. Some instinct told

him she was going to give them what they wanted, what they al

wanted. She leaned against the wal and after another smal

hesitation, let go of her breasts. There was a thin line of light from the halway cutting across her right breast that caught Nick’s eye.

He couldn’t look away, watching it rise and fal as her breathing

accelerated. He heard the rustle of her skirt and his heart kicked

in his chest as he recognized the sound. His eyes dropped down.

She was clutching the skirt in both hands, slowly puling it up in

front. By the time the hem reached her thighs Nick realized she

was bare under her petticoat. For a long moment she held the