Authors: Faye Avalon
“Yeah, they actually, you know.”
Lissa was sure her heart stopped momentarily, before it began racing
again. “Hell.”
The man raised his head and spread the woman’s pussy lips, then dipped
his head and began tonguing her. The first man leaned over her and did the same
to her nipples.
“Oh God, Reed, I can’t watch any more of this.”
“Shh,” he said firmly, releasing her breasts. He slid his hand down over
her stomach and slipped his fingers inside the top of her panties. He stroked
lightly over the soft hair covering her pussy and Lissa squirmed in an attempt
to make him touch her properly.
“Eager little witch, aren’t you?” Reed said darkly as the woman’s moans
became really audible. “Want my fingers in your pussy, princess?”
“This is not the time to ask stupid questions.”
“How about we get those panties off you first?”
Lissa wanted to scream in the
affirmative, but she imagined the woman opposite would outdo her in the scream
department about then. She raised her hips as Reed slipped the ribbon ties on
her panties, and as he removed them, the woman climaxed in a wave of undulating
pleasure.
As Lissa watched her slump back against the sheets, she felt Reed’s
hands on her thighs, spreading her legs. She bent her knees, thankful that he
was at last going to touch her.
But he left his hands on her thighs. She was about to protest when the
second man ran his fingers up the woman’s legs before plunging two of them into
her pussy. As he worked his fingers in and out of her, Lissa moved her hips in
time to his movements.
Still Reed didn’t touch her and she felt her muscles clamp and release
desperately.
“Reed…”
“Not yet.”
The man withdrew his fingers. He knelt up, his mouth still glistening
with the woman’s intimate juices, and yanked down his zipper. He pushed the
jeans over his hips and his erection sprang free. His cock was enormous, dark
and pulsing, and Lissa gasped.
He leaned over the woman, pressed his hands onto her knees to raise them
up to her waist, and plunged his cock inside her.
Lissa could hardly breathe, she felt so turned on. She wanted Reed so
badly. Still he didn’t touch her, but she heard his sharp inhale, his thick
breathing, the thump of his heart. And his cock, so long and hard, pushing
against her back.
“Reed…if you don’t…”
“What? If I don’t what?”
“Fuck me,” she groaned watching as the man pumped vigorously into the
woman. “Damn it to hell, Reed. Fuck me.”
He turned her so fast she lost her breath on a whoosh. Then he pressed
her hard down onto the bed and straddled her. “I thought you’d never ask.”
With one hand, Reed yanked down his zipper. With the other he reached
across for a condom. Then he pushed down his trousers, sheathed himself, and
plunged into her.
Her own moans mingled with the woman’s in the mirror, increasing in
intensity as Reed thrust hard and fast. She came, screaming her release as Reed
gave one final hard push and joined her.
When he collapsed against her, Lissa felt her whole body go lax. From
beyond the mirror, the woman still squealed and panted.
“Shit,” Reed breathed. “How the hell can they still be going at it?”
Lissa laughed and ran her hand down his heated back. “There are two of
them, remember?”
“Yeah.” He drew out of her slowly and rolled onto his back. “There’s
that.”
Together, they shifted, angling their heads so they could see the scene
still being played out. “We missed the switchover,” Lissa said, grinning as she
continued to calm her breathing. The men had changed positions and the first
man was now fucking the woman, while the second man held her hands over her
head. “Are you sure he’s actually doing it, or are they faking?”
“If they’re faking it, I want my money back.”
She spared him a glance. “How did you know about this place anyway?”
He slipped an arm beneath her and drew her to him. “Word gets around.”
She settled her head against his chest, pleased to feel that, like hers,
his heartbeat wasn’t yet back to normal. “When you were here before, was it the
same sort of scenario?”
“I didn’t come here with a wife, if that’s what you mean.”
She tapped him lightly on the chest, then laid her palm against it. “I
mean were they fucking for real.”
“Yeah. I’m not into anything fake.”
“Except marriages.”
“There’s that,” he said again.
They were silent for a while as they watched the man continue to pump
into the woman. Lissa felt her juices start to flow again. She slid her hand slowly
over Reed’s chest, letting her fingers glide through the light covering of dark
hair. “Does it turn you on to watch?”
“It turns me on more to participate.”
She looked up at him, her eyes wide. “You mean you’ve actually taken
part in that? You’ve been involved?”
“No fucking way. I’d never do it to an audience and no chance in hell
that I’d ever do a threesome.”
A light chill ran over her flesh as she forced her attention back to the
scene to avoid his piercing gaze. “I would have thought you’d try pretty much
anything and everything.”
“With those two exceptions.”
She cursed herself but couldn’t help asking, “What’s wrong with a
threesome?”
“I’m not into sharing,” he said almost with a growl. “My woman is my
woman. Period. There’s no room in my bed for another man.”
She couldn’t let it go. Suddenly it was desperately important. “You’d
never be tempted?”
He shook his head. “Not my thing. I know some men get off on it, my
cousin for one. He’s the type who’d
dabble
.”
Lissa went cold. Attempting to keep her voice steady, she tried for
casual. “What makes you say that?”
“Ethan’s always been a reckless prick. Let’s his cock lead his brain.
Would never surprise me if he hadn’t wangled his way into a ménage or two along
the way.”
She felt a tension move into his body and from his dark tone Lissa had
the distinct impression all was not rosy in his relationship with his cousin.
Her blood chilled at the thought. If that were the case, how much worse would
it be if Reed ever found out about her and Ethan?
She knew she was playing with fire, but for some reason she couldn’t
leave it alone. “As long as all the parties consent, it’s not really that bad a
deal is it?”
With a frown, he turned to her. “Why are you so interested, princess?
Hell. The conversation was getting too intense and far too close for
comfort. She had to steer the subject away from Ethan without appearing too
obvious. “What about a threesome with two women? Would that be more acceptable
to you?”
He was silent, during which time her heart all but stopped. Had he
guessed she was trying to hide something? Oh God, she should have told him
about Ethan and Marco right from the start. How stupid was it to expect that
he’d never find out? She was his temporary wife now, and it was perfectly
reasonable to expect that little piece of news to get around. What if Ethan
turned up at his door? Pretty normal for cousins to call on cousins, even if
there was niggle between them. What would she do if that happened?
“Are you offering to give me your own particular brand of wedding gift,
princess?”
She had to think a minute, remember the gist of the conversation. When
she did, she was relieved to realize that he’d asked the question with a
teasing glint in his eye. “No.”
He laughed and pulled her over on top of him. He reached one hand to the
panel and pushed the switch so that the scene beyond dimmed then vanished and
became the mirror again. “How about we forget other people and concentrate on
just you and me.”
Relief washed through her. She was more than happy to do that. “I like
that idea.”
“Just give me a minute.”
He shifted off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. While he was
gone, Lissa reached across to the bedside table and picked up one of the condom
packets he’d put there earlier. Using her teeth she tore it open, so that when
Reed came back he grinned.
“I like a forward thinking woman.”
Reaching for his overnight case, he pulled out a bag and placed it
beside him as he lay back on the bed. Lissa straddled him, dropping her hands
to his shoulders as she looked down below his waist. “I had plans to get you in
the mood again, but I see you’re already there.”
“I could always brace myself for your plans. What did you have in mind?”
She lay the condom next to the bag he’d placed beside them and shimmied
down a little. “What’s in the bag?” Using her hands, she made him groan as she
stroked his cock.
“A few surprises.”
She continued to stroke him. “I’m not sure I can handle any more of your
surprises.”
“You will.”
She smiled at his firm, non-negotiable tone. Then bent her head and
licked the tip of his cock, still stroking her hands up and down his length.
When he gave a sharp inhale, clenching his toned stomach muscles, she took him
slowly into her mouth.
His hands slid into her hair as she continued to milk him. “Too fucking
close,” he muttered after a few moments. “Save it for later.” With which he
pulled her away and yanked her up over him.
“You always spoil my fun,” she complained as she hoisted herself up.
“You do loads of things to me, yet you never let me…follow through.”
“Maybe I will. Soon.” He shifted until she was on her back beneath him
and he could kneel between her parted legs. He reached for the bag and took out
a tube of lubricant. Now she knew what was in the bag. “When I said I don’t go
for threesomes,” he said, pulling out a shiny silver bullet vibrator, “there are
exceptions.”
He put down the lube and vibrator, then grabbed a pillow and shoved it
under her hips. Using his knees, he spread her legs wider. He picked up the
lube and smeared it over the vibrator.
Lissa’s breath came in short, sharp bursts and she felt her pussy weep.
Keeping his eyes on hers, he touched her nipple with the vibrator and
switched it on. The gentle hum filled the air and Lissa arched as he moved it
slowly around her sensitive nub.
Settling himself on one elbow, he continued his slow, steady exploration
of her body. The humming silver tube moved down the centre of her ribcage, and
she jerked as he slid it slowly around her navel. He moved down, running the
tip of the vibrator over her lower abdomen, from side to side, before coming
back to center and sliding it slowly down between her legs.
Lissa arched her back, the pillow soft under her ass as she widened her
legs. Reed held the vibrator against her labia, but instead of pushing deeper,
he slid the tube down her thigh, to the underside of her knee—hell, who knew
the back of her knee was an erogenous zone?— and up along her inner thigh, back
to her aching pussy.
“Do you get off on torturing me?” she complained as Reed continued to
hold the vibrator too far away from where the heat burned.
“It’s a possibility. Do you like it?”
“No.” She pouted when his hand remained steady, hovering mere
centimeters from her pulsing heat. “And I’m going to remember this,” she warned
as a devious smile stole over his lips. “When you’re flat on your back and I’m
having my way with you. I’m going to pay you back.”
He leaned down and kissed her. “I’ll look forward to it. Now, why don’t
you be a patient girl and let me have my fantasy?”
“Your fantasy?”
He made a sound that was almost a groan, then moved between her knees
again. Grabbing another pillow, he shoved it underneath her until she was
almost arched in the yoga bridge position. He applied more lube to the bullet,
then with his free hand parted her pussy lips.
Lissa gasped at the first touch of steel against her intimate flesh, but
still Reed didn’t do anything but let the tip brush against her. “Do you want
to know what my fantasy is?”
Her breath came in jerky gasps. “What?”
“I want to hear you beg.”
“You’ve heard me beg,” she reasoned as she bucked her hips in the hope
he’d get on with it. “I’m always begging.”
“When my dick’s inside you, and we both want to come,” he agreed in that
low gravelly tone. “But I want to hear you beg because I won’t give you what
you want. Right this moment, I can control myself, so I won’t give in to your
begging. I want you vulnerable,” he grated as she continued to buck. “I want
you so fucking hot for what I can give you that nothing else exists for you right
now.”
Was the man insane? Didn’t he know that she was already there? That she
was struggling to even remember her own name right then?
“Okay, I give in. I’m begging. Is that enough for you? Just do it for
God’s sake.”
He laughed, a low rumble of sexy sound that made her already heated
blood pulse harder through her veins. “Not yet.”