To all my fellow TEB authors who continue to inspire me, and the editor who knows how to make my stories sing. Thanks Michele. You’re the best.
Lanie Burrell flipped a page in the book she was reading and sighed. Since she’d taken a job as reviewer for erotic romance publishers, she’d become all too aware of how pitiful her own sex life was. She could only lose herself in the pages of someone else’s fantasy so many times before wondering if she’d ever get to live out her fantasies. If the closest she would get was reading about them while she sunned herself on her patio.
She turned a page and sighed. This particular book was about a ménage, and the heroine was in bed for the first time with both lovers. Naked, they lay back on the cool cotton sheets, hands stroking each other, touching each other’s sex organs in erotic exploration. The heroine had just-
“Lanie?”
The deep male voice startled her, and she jumped, dropping her book on the patio beside her chair.
“Ohmigod, Cody.” She pressed her hand to her heart. “You scared me out of ten years’ growth.”
Her neighbour didn’t usually sneak up on her this way. It was bad enough living on the same cul-de-sac with a man who made her mouth water, her nipples stand at attention and her crotch dampen whenever she laid eyes on him, but she usually had enough warning that she could keep herself under control. Today not only had he walked into her yard without notice, but if she’d been an aggressive, uninhibited female, she would have given in to her feelings and thrown herself at him, begging for wild, crazy sex.
Cody Hawkins was a magnificent six-foot-two, with well-defined muscles rippling beneath skin tanned the colour of old bronze. Black hair cut deliberately shaggy fell just below the nape of his neck like black silk, the colour echoed by his thick eyelashes that framed electric-blue eyes and the pelt of hair that covered his chest and arrowed down below his waistband. Today, it was all visible because he wore only the briefest of cut-off shorts, the rest of him, including his sculpted, muscular legs, on glorious, mouth-watering display.
He grinned at her, one dimple flashing at a corner of his very sexy mouth. “Sorry, sugar. I didn’t mean to creep up on you this way, but you were totally into your book.”
Before she could grab for it, he picked it up and looked at the cover, his grin widening. “My, my. ‘Three To Make Ready’, huh? And is this a ménage I see on the cover?” His eyes sparkled with mischief when he looked at her. “Lanie, you definitely surprise me.”
She yanked the book away from him, at the same time trying to tug on a T-shirt over her halter, covering her too-exposed flesh. Not that getting naked with Cody Hawkins wasn’t at the forefront of her dreams. “Give me that. My reading material is none of your business. Anyway, I get paid to read these books.”
One eyebrow lifted. “No kidding. Think I could get a job like that in my spare time?”
Lanie held the book behind her back, the heat of embarrassment creeping up her cheeks. “You could probably write the books,” she snapped. “Anyway, what do you want?”
Cody’s eyes slowly scanned her from head to toe and back up again, sparks of interest flickering in them. “I wonder if I’ve misjudged you all this time, Lanie Burrell. You might have hidden talents it would be fun to look for.”
You have no idea.
She knew Cody got a kick out of teasing her, sure that she’d never take him up on any of his offers. She could hardly tell him that at night when she crawled into bed with her battery-operated toys he played the leading role in every one of her fantasies. The first time she’d met him, a spike of sexual arousal had run through her so strong it had literally made her weak. Every time she’d seen him since then, the attraction had grown. She’d love nothing more than a relationship with this man who made her heart stumble.
But Cody travelled with a crowd far more glamorous and sophisticated than she was. She had nothing to interest him. Nothing to offer him. And she needed to get him out of here right now before she put her foot in her mouth.
“Forget about my talents. I’m sure you didn’t come over here to discuss my reading material, so what’s the deal?”
He sighed dramatically. “Rejected again. Okay, okay.” He held up his hands. “I just wanted to remind you I’m having another party tonight. In case you wanted to, you know, go out or whatever it is you when I…entertain.”
Ah, yes. When Cody entertains.
By a strange twist of circumstance, she and Cody owned the only two houses on this cul-de-sac. The rest was beautiful green space-thick trees, an abundance of natural shrubbery, habitats for small animals. Once upon a time a builder had planned lots for the entire short street, but financial miscalculations had wiped him out. He’d been forced to put the two completed spec houses and the land up for sale. Lanie had arrived at the realtors office after scoping out the house to make an offer, only to discover that Cody, an electronics gazillionaire, had made an offer for the entire package. To this day, she still didn’t know why he’d backed off and let her buy the other house.
But a month after she moved in, she discovered why he needed the privacy the street afforded.
The night of her discovery, car doors had been slamming for ten minutes and raucous laughter splitting the night had teased at Lanie’s curiosity. When her friend, Michele, discovered where she was living, she’d laughed and told her Cody Hawkins’ lifestyle was the stuff of legends. Lanie, who had never been adventurous where sex was concerned, was stunned to learn her new neighbour indulged in a no holds barred sexual lifestyle, even as her imagination wove fanciful scenes about what would happen across the street from her.
“Always the same people,” Michele grinned. “A very exclusive club. I hear they have threesomes and foursomes and they all perform for each other.”
Listening to Michele regale her with details, Lanie’s face had burned even as she’d soaked her crotch and an unsatisfied itch had overtaken her.
Now she would have a chance to see if her friend was right.
She moved to the window at the end of the hall on the second floor, the spot that gave her the best view of Cody’s house and grounds. The sliding door to the pool opened, and five naked people ran outside, laughing, and jumped into the pool. She knew she should just mind her own business, but she couldn’t seem to move her hypnotised self away from the window.
Before long, everyone hauled themselves out of the pool and fell onto the extra-wide lounge chairs, proceeding to indulge in sex acts Lanie had so far only read about in the books she reviewed. Duos, threesomes, even four or five people in what she’d learned was called a daisy chain, filled the night air with exultant cries of sexual satisfaction.
Retreating to her bedroom in a high state of arousal, she nearly wore out her batteries even as she cringed with embarrassment at what she’d spied on. Resisting every temptation to steal glances from the window again, she finally put two pillows over her head in an attempt to shut out the loud laughter and music that went on far into the night.
The next day, after all the cars had left and she was sure Cody was alone, she marched herself over to his house, wrapping righteous indignation around herself like a suit of armour. She hadn’t wanted to admit to herself that it was more a case of rampant jealousy than annoyance at him for his open style of sexual activity. Nor did she want to figure out why she felt the need to confront him, except that a sleepless night and uncontrollable arousal had her ready to explode.
He looked slightly sleepy but otherwise none the worse for wear when he opened his door, dressed only in jeans that rode low on his hips. She had to swallow twice to remind herself what she was there for.
“We have to talk,” she told him, drawing herself up to her full five foot two.
Her anger might have faded a little if he hadn’t taken a look at her and burst out laughing.
“What’s so damn funny,” she demanded.
“Sorry, sugar. You just look so cute standing there breathing fire at me.” He swung the door wider. “Come on in.”
She shook her head. “I have no intention of coming into this den of sin. What I have to say can be said right out here on the porch.”
He grinned. “Den of sin, huh? Sounds like fun to me.”
Why, oh why, did he have to look so temptingly sexy?
Lanie cleared her throat and drew herself up to her full five-foot-two height. “I saw naked people by your pool last night.” She wished she didn’t sound so much like a fishwife. “Indulging in sex acts I didn’t even think were possible.”
“And you’re upset you weren’t invited,” he teased.
“No, damn it. I want to tell you this is a decent neighbourhood, and we don’t tolerate things like that.”
All traces of humour left his face. “Let me remind you, Miss Burrell, I own most of this neighbourhood, and you have your house only because I’m a nice guy. What I choose to do is my business. There’s no law that says you have to look, you know.”
“But there is a law against disturbing the peace.” God, all she needed to do to look more ridiculous was shake her finger at him.
He looked at her for a long time, his sexy as sin mouth twitching with a repressed grin, his sapphire-blue eyes lit with a fire that threatened to burst forth any minute.
“All right,” he said at last. “You’re my only neighbour and I believe in peaceful coexistence, believe it or not. I have a lifestyle that obviously offends you so I’ll do my best to keep it off your radar.”
“Exactly how do you plan to do that?” she demanded.
“How about if I give you warning whenever I’m having…company, and you can lock yourself up in your house or go out for the night. That sound fair?”
Lanie was torn between arguing with him and wishing he’d invite her to join him. For Cody Hawkins she could lose a lot of her inhibitions. She drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Fine. That’ll work.”
As she turned to leave he said, “But you have an open invitation, sugar. I’d sure love to do wicked things to that sweet body of yours.”
She was shaking as she marched back across the street to her house, sure that he was silently laughing at her the entire time.
“Lanie?” Cody snapped his fingers. “You in there, sugar?”
She realised she’d dropped into some kind of trance, remembering that first confrontation, and mentally shook herself.
“Sorry. I must have spaced out for a minute.”
“Probably from that hot book your reading,” Cody chuckled.
In which you always play the hero.
She dug her fingernails into her palm to keep herself from blurting out her thoughts. “Thanks for letting me know about tonight. I think I’ll take in a movie.”
“If that’s what you want.” His eyes burned like blue flames. “Or, you could come to the party. If I’d known you were interested in things like this,” he indicated her book, “I would have invited you long ago. I thought this kind of stuff turned you off.”
“I don’t…I can’t…” She clamped her lips together, feeling like an idiot.
Cody cupped her chin with his lean, strong fingers. “Not chicken, are you?”
She shook her head. “It’s not that. It’s just…I mean, I’ve never…”
“You read about it. Don’t tell me you’ve never thought of trying it. Any of it.” He ran his knuckles lightly along the line of her jaw. “’Fess up, Lanie. Haven’t even thought a little bit about it? Hmm, sugar?”
Her skin burned where he touched her and a feverish sensation skittered along her spine. His masculine scent surrounded her, stealing her ability to think.
“N…no. I mean…” she swallowed. “I saw some of the things you do. That night. I don’t know if I could…you know…in a crowd like that.”
My god, I sound like an addled teenager.
“You won’t know until you try it. Group sex can put a spark in your life.”
“I’m not much into the wild life, Cody. You know that.”
“Listen. We monitor alcohol intake and don’t allow drugs.” His wicked fingers trailed across her shoulder, pausing at the hollow of her throat where her pulse threatened to burst from her skin. “You may not believe it, but you conjure up sinful thoughts in my mind. We’ve got chemistry, Lanie. Admit it.”
“I don’t know…” She wet her lips. “That is, I…”
“Tell you what, sugar. You think about it. If you decide to give it a chance, come on by about eight o’clock.” He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. “If you do, you’ll be my personal date for the night, okay? I’ll be your guide. Whatever you like is fine. Whatever you don’t…” He shrugged. “Maybe you’ll try it, maybe not. But I’ll be with you the whole time.”
She shivered at the thoughts running around in her head. “I don’t know, Cody. I’ll see.”
He tapped a finger on her nose. “Eight o’clock. Don’t be late.” That warm chuckle rumbled up from his chest. “You don’t want to miss anything. And Lanie?”
“Yes?”
“You don’t know how much I’d love to have something going with you.”
Cody wasn’t sure if he’d just done the smartest thing or the dumbest, inviting Lanie to the party. Sudden immersion in freewheeling group sex could be enough to shock her back into the closet, never to emerge again. But Jesus, in that teeny weenie bikini, she made his dick so hard he could have pounded nails with it.
The first time he met her at the realty office, he’d thought, Hmm, another good looking but uptight broad. Hope she doesn’t freak out at the neighbourhood activity.
But after that first-not unexpected-confrontation, he’d made it his business to drop in as often as he could. Never for more than a few minutes, and always with a logical excuse, like telling her it was party night.
But he’d discovered she was bright, funny, maybe a little shy or maybe it was just that she wasn’t out there like every other woman he knew. The problem was, she tripped some kind of switch inside him that made him think of things besides who he was going to fuck that night and how many people would be sharing with him. He’d never been with a woman who made him think of picnics and sailing and walks on a breezy day, but Lanie Burrell was conjuring up these images and more.
At thirty-eight, he knew he’d have to think about settling down before long. After all, his lifestyle was going to take its toll on him if he didn’t slow down, no matter how careful he was. But the women he met bored him, except when they had fun and games, and they certainly never made him think of the future.
Seeing the book Lanie was reading today had not only surprised him but nudged his mind in a risky direction. If she read about high-flying sex, was she also interested in participating in it? He’d had to work to conceal the instant hard-on the thought had given him.
He knew what he’d just done was a dangerous thing. What if she didn’t-or couldn’t-think of him in the same way? What if his lifestyle was too much for her? And worse than that, for the first time in his life, the thought of sharing a woman with someone else lit an unfamiliar fire of possession inside him.
Shit, Hawkins. You’ve got your dick in a wringer now.
He sighed, mentally kicking himself, yet feeling anticipation build as he set out the equipment for the evening-bowls of condoms, tubes of lubricant and baskets of brand new toys. He had high hopes for tonight, and he hoped he wasn’t riding for a fall.
Face it. He didn’t even know if she’d show up. But if she did, he was determined to see what she could handle, how far he could push her, and if there was the possibility of a relationship beyond party night. The unfortunate thing was, if it all turned to shit, which one of them was going to move?
He meant it. He didn’t mean it. He was teasing. He was serious.
Lanie stroked the brush vigorously through her hair while she continued to argue with herself. Not in this lifetime did she ever think she’d have a chance at a relationship with Cody. And she couldn’t read him well enough to know if she was about to make a fool of herself or step into something wonderful.
She’d taken great pains to prepare for the evening. First a long shower then meticulous shaving of her legs, under her arms and around her pussy. She trimmed her public hair much closer to the lips than usual, but she decided to leave only the barest hint of it. Then a long bubble bath with scented beads, accompanied by two glasses of chilled wine to steady her nerves.
At least a dozen times as she rubbed lotion into every area of her body, she told herself what a stupid mistake she was making. She hadn’t actually told Cody she’d be there for sure and thought about just not showing up, sure he’d understand. Maybe, just in case he was sort of looking for her, she could think of a logical excuse and back out gracefully. But through all her hours of preparation, her mind was filled with a jumble of images of Cody naked, Cody and her naked, Cody and her and others naked, and non-stop arguments with herself that she was getting in over her head. She still remembered the day she’d marched across the street like Righteous Ruby and chewed his ass out. What on earth must he have thought? Since then, they’d gotten to know each other a little better. Cody had been scrupulous about informing her when he was expecting company, and she’d unbent enough to realise she couldn’t dictate other people’s lifestyles.
Not to mention the fact that the more she got to know him, the greater role Cody played in her erotic dreams. Even with all the other people around, just thinking of what might happen with him tonight made her crotch wet and her nipples stiff and hard.
“He’s just a man like any other man,” she said out loud.
Yeah, right.
“And I can get up and leave any time I want to.”
But she knew that wasn’t going to happen. She’d accepted his invitation-challenge-and her curiosity was almost at the same level as her anticipation. No way would she let him see her chicken out.
And if they managed to be alone together…
She took a deep breath and centred herself. She had a rough idea what to expect. In addition to everything Michele had told her, she’d certainly read enough about people who were ‘swingers’-swapping in groups-in the books she reviewed. The idea both aroused her and frightened her. If not for the fact she’d developed such an unexpected case of lust for Cody, she’d be hiding behind her window blinds again tonight or at the nearest movie theatre.
Pulling on red shorts and a red and white halter, she sprayed herself liberally with the jasmine scent she loved and took a last look at herself in the mirror.
Okay, kiddo. Here goes nothing.
Lanie could hear laughter coming from the pool area and music playing from the outside speakers when her trembling hand pushed Cody’s doorbell. When he didn’t answer right away, she turned, ready to scamper back to the safety of her house.
And what? Hide under the covers, little girl?
Before she could take a step, the door was yanked open and the deep voice that sent shivers skittering down her spine asked, “Going somewhere?”
A warm hand closed over her arm and gently tugged her inside.
She finally looked up to see lights dancing in those sapphire eyes and a grin teasing at his mouth.
“H…hi!” she managed to stammer.
“Hi yourself.”
He closed the door, leaned her against it and before she could take another breath or even peer into the house, his lips touched hers in the briefest of contacts. The tip of his tongue traced the edges of her lips and the seam where they met. Even if his hands had not been holding her shoulders firmly, Lanie couldn’t have moved. The touch of his mouth was like a magic brush, sending spirals of pleasure straight through to her nipples and her cunt.
He played with her mouth, tasting the surface of her lips, nibbling at the edges, licking the corners. He brushed his lips back and forth, never increasing the pressure, just taking little sips and tastes.
“I knew you’d be delicious,” he murmured when he lifted his head. “I can’t wait to find out what you taste like everywhere.”
She had no idea how to respond to that. She was barely able to breathe.
”Come on,” he chuckled, taking her hand. “Let me introduce you to everyone. We’ve just been drinking and talking before the festivities start.” He lifted her hand and brushed his tongue across her knuckles. “Just remember. No matter what happens, you’re mine.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Some people here are couples, believe it or not. Others are just a part of the group. We’re a bunch of people who’ve come together because we have a common interest in this kind of sex. But for those who are couples, everyone knows despite what goes on, they’re taken. Just like they will with us.”
Her heart was trip-hammering. “B…but we’ve never even been together.”
His heated eyes blazed at her. “That doesn’t mean I haven’t wanted to. And not just for the sex. You have a quality about you that makes other women pale in comparison.”
“M…me?” She was stunned. “Are you sure you haven’t had too much to drink?”
He laughed, a warm deep sound. “Not even a drop yet. I’m just hoping tonight I can convince you that me and my lifestyle are something you might think about on a long-term basis.”
Lanie was so shocked she couldn’t find anything to say. She just hoped it wasn’t all one big line. Or one big lie. But she was willing to take the chance, just this once. A chance she might never get again.
The house seemed to be laid out much the same as hers, only bigger. From the foyer, they stepped down into a living room filled with large, comfortable pieces of furniture. Lanie tried to shut down the images of what took place on those pieces. The sliding door was open to the pool, but no one was using it yet. Everyone was lounging casually on the couches or, in a couple of cases, on the floor on huge, thick pillows.
Cody cleared his throat. “Guys, this is Lanie. She lives across the street, and she’s my special guest tonight. You all know what that means.”
From the look on everyone’s face, Lanie guessed they all understood. Just as he’d promised, tonight she was under his guardianship. If anyone wanted to approach her, they had to get Cody’s okay. And hers.
She forced a timid smile. “Hello.”
“Hi, Lanie.”
“Hello.”
“Hey, lady. Welcome.”
Several voices spoke at once. She noticed that everyone was still fully clothed and looked up at Cody, the question in her eyes.
He grinned again. “We were just about to get started. How about a drink?”
“White wine, please, if you have it.” She didn’t think she should tackle anything stronger. She wasn’t quite ready to discard her inhibitions before feeling more comfortable with the situation.
In what seemed like only seconds, she had a glass of wine in her hand and was somehow seated on Cody’s lap in an oversized armchair. One of his hands slipped under her arm and rested against the swell of her breast. A hot flash sizzled through her at the contact, and she made no effort to move.
“Okay,” the man introduced as Brent called out. “ Sandy, I think it’s your turn to get things started tonight.”
A petite blonde with lush breasts and hips rose from the floor where she’d been sitting, her lips turned up in a carnal smile. She turned slowly once, running her hands up and down her hips and cupping her breasts.
“I’ve been practicing my striptease,” she joked, turning up the volume on the stereo. “Who’s going to dance with me?”
“You take it off, honey,” Brent hollered, “and I’ll dance with you all you want.”
Lanie watched mesmerised as Sandy went into a smooth bump and grind routine. She ran her hands along her hips and up to her breasts, cupping them before reaching behind her neck to untie a halter similar to Lanie’s. With calculated slowness, she lowered the fabric, inching it down her tanned skin while her hips gyrated to the music.
“Come on, Sandy,” someone called. “No teasing.”
She laughed. “Your cock getting hard, Brent?”
Lanie felt the first flash of a blush creeping up her skin then realised Cody’s lean fingers were toying with her own halter top, pulling the tie loose and edging the straps forward so they flopped downward, baring the upper slope of her breasts. She turned her head to look at him. Although he stared at Sandy, a glow of anticipation in his eyes, he licked the top of Lanie’s ear.
“Tell me if you get uncomfortable, sugar. We’re pretty wide open here.”
“No.” The word was nearly a whisper. She, too, couldn’t take her eyes away from what was happening. “I never thought…”
“Most people don’t. But there’s nothing like a total sexual high, especially when you can share it with someone who means something to you.”
She turned her head to look at him again. “I never thought.”
“I know.” His crooked grin made her stomach quiver. “Go, figure, right?”
When she swivelled her eyes back to the centre of the room, she saw that Sandy ’s halter top was gone and she was cupping her breasts, pinching the nipples between her fingers as she continued to move to the music. When the tips had turned a bright rosy colour, Sandy moved her hands down over her hips, slid them into the elastic waistband of her shorts and down to her crotch. Her fingers were visible beneath the flimsy material as she rubbed her pussy in a tantalising dance.
Then, with one fluid motion, she grasped the material and slid both shorts and the thong beneath them down to her ankles and kicked them away. Eyes closed, she began to rub her cunt, hips still gyrating, feet moving in time to the music. When she danced over to the spot in front of Brent, he grasped her thighs, leaned forward and slid his tongue along her slit. Sandy jerked just slightly, but the movement of her hips slowed. She opened her eyes to look at the man licking her flesh.
“I think you claimed the first dance, Brent.”
“You bet, sweet cheeks.”
Brent was on his feet immediately, stripping off his shirt and pushing his jeans and boxers down and away. Lanie gaped at the massive erection that sprang from the nest of golden-brown curls.
Holy shit!
Her eyes slid around the room, noting that everyone else watched with fascination as Brent moved to the centre of the floor with Sandy, turned her so her back was to him and gripped her breasts with both hands. As they moved to the music together, his thick cock pressed into the crack of her ass, and she pushed back against it, moving her hips back and forth. His hands tightened their hold on her breasts, thumbs teasing the nipples. Sandy ’s hands had drifted to the curls covering her sex, her fingers sliding further down to find her clit. Opening her outer lips with two fingers, she used her index finger of the other hand to stroke back and forth across her clit, shivering as streaks of pleasure raced through her. Brent dipped his head and licked behind her ear, nuzzling the skin, his glance lowering as he watched Sandy slide one slim finger into the opening of her vagina.
As if that had been some sort of silent signal, Lanie suddenly realised that everyone else in the room had discarded their clothes and many had changed seats. On the wide, leather couch against one wall, a tall, sandy-haired man was sprawled with his legs apart. A naked woman pressed to either side of him, one of them fondling his balls, the other stroking his dick from the thick root to the flared head. He cradled one breast of each one, pulling on the nipples with thumb and forefinger, eyes glazed as he watched the couple in the middle of the floor.
On a pile of giant cushions on the floor, an auburn-haired woman lay on her side, propped on one elbow, eyes glue to Sandy and Brent, watching his thick cock rub into the cleft of her buttocks as Sandy fucked herself with one long finger in time to the music. The man facing the auburn-haired woman-Mari, Lanie she remembered-had both arms around her body, his hands spreading the globes of her buttocks for a second man who was liberally applying gel from a tube. Lanie bit her bottom lip as she watched the second man pick up a butt plug from beside him and slowly insert it into Mari’s rectum. The moment it was fully seated he reached down to slide two fingers into her pussy while the man in front of her began massaging her clit with strong, steady movements.
Tearing her gaze away from them, Lanie slid her eyes again to the couple dancing and realised that Sandy was now down on her hands and knees, Brent had slid his cock into her from behind, and a redhead about Sandy ’s size was lying beneath them with her mouth on Sandy ’s cunt. Sandy rocked back and forth, moaning as she created friction with the woman’s tongue in cadence with the in and out strokes of Brent’s shaft.
It was then, Lanie became aware that Cody was inching her shorts down her hips, urging her to lift up so he could get rid of them altogether. Biting her lip and taking a deep breath, she lifted herself just enough for him to ease the fabric down. His hands slid lightly along her thighs until he reached her hot centre, now embarrassingly wet. When Cody disposed of the flimsy clothing, her juices spilled out onto his thigh.
“It’s a turn-on, isn’t it.” Cody’s voice had the hint of a chuckle to it, as his fingers stroked her drenched labia. “Ever think you’d enjoy watching something like this? Does it embarrass you?” He nibbled her ear. “The first time watching other people fuck can be quite a shock.”
She looked back at him and saw the heat in his eyes. “Embarrassed? No. I mean, I thought I would be, but…”
No, Cody. I’m so hot I don’t know why I haven’t burst into flames. And watching these people? It’s like seeing the books I read come alive. Only better.
“It’s getting you hot, isn’t it, sugar? Good. Really good.” He toyed with her clit, rubbing it back and forth. “This okay, Lanie, what I’m doing?” He licked her ear. “Am I rushing you? I’ve just been thinking all afternoon about getting you naked and feeling every inch of your body.”
“You have?” Oh my god.
“Sugar, I’ve had it on my mind for a long time to fuck you, and I plan to do just that long before tonight is over. But I’m coming at you pretty fast here, so if that’s not what you want, better make tracks right now. You can leave, and no hard feelings.” He put his mouth close to her ear. “Except maybe in my heart.”
Had she heard right? No, it must be her own imaginings coming back at her. She shook her head.
“I want to stay,” she told him in a soft voice.
Beneath her bare buttocks she could feel the thick, hard shape of his cock rising against her, pressing against her skin like a heated branding iron. She knew she should be self-conscious, should shift positions, but the dark heat rose so fast inside her she only wanted to feel that cock filling her.
Even if others were watching!
What would it be like if she were one of these other women, with strangers’ eyes watching the things she knew Cody wanted to do to her? With her? Was that what he wanted? If so, could she do it? The book she’d just reviewed was about eight people who got together every week to do just this very thing, and she’d been so hot even her vibrator hasn’t been able to take the edge off. But right now, she was such a seething mass of contradictions she couldn’t have given a straight answer about anything.
As if reading her thoughts, Cody shifted her in his lap and draped her legs on either side of his, exposing her sex to the room. He put his mouth close to her ear, his tongue tracing the outline of the shell, then licking the sensitive spot beneath the lobe.
“You okay with this, sugar?” His voice was like warm molasses. “I want people to see this gorgeous cunt that’s soaking my fingers. Make ‘em a little jealous. But any time you want to tell me to stop, just go ahead.”
Stop? Was he crazy?
It was unbelievable that she was so into this so quickly, but truth be told, she wanted more. Much more. And she wasn’t sure who that shocked more, herself or Cody.
The rest of the room blurred as he stroked her hard nub, and she had to swallow twice to get the words out. “I…I’m fine. It’s okay.”
“Good.” His warm breath tickled her skin. “I knew this pussy would be outstanding. I want everyone else to be jealous that I’ve claimed it. And a lot more.”
His lean fingers separated her labia, pulling the skin back so her inner flesh and the opening of her vagina could be seen by anyone who looked. One of the men in the threesome with the woman-Paul, she remembered-caught sight of her. Even as he continued to rub the clit of the woman facing him, he licked his lips as he watched Cody’s finger disappear into Lanie’s vagina and begin stroking in and out.
She moaned at the sensations racing through her. It shocked her that she wasn’t turned off to know others watched her engage in such intimacy. Cody moved his fingers in time with Paul’s rhythm, and the movements of the threesome in the middle of the floor. His thumb pressed her sensitive clit. As Sandy screamed out her climax and the woman in the threesome cried out her orgasm, Lanie felt her release explode, her cunt gripping Cody’s fingers as if she’d never let go.
At last, he moved them slowly from her slick flesh and shifted her so her cunt was pressed against his thigh. Planting his hands on her waist, he moved her gently back and forth, the fine hair on his skin abrading her still quivering pussy. Her breath was choppy, her pulse skittering as it tried to settle down.
Sandy and her partners had collapsed in a heap on the floor, while Nick and his partners were twined around each other, breathing just as hard as Lanie was. Her somewhat glazed eyes roamed the room, and she saw things that hadn’t reached her consciousness before-a couple in a large chair with the man’s cock in the woman’s pussy and his hands gripping her breasts; a tall man splayed on one end of the couch, his hips still twitching as a naked blonde licked the tip of his penis. And others, in similar situations.
“Too much for you?” Cody asked.
“N…no.” She gripped his leg with her thighs. “Not at all.”
“Good.” His voice dropped. “I want to follow your signals, Lanie. I want this to be more than one night at a party for us, so you just tell me if you don’t like something, okay?”
She could hardly believe what she was hearing. She searched his face for some kind of clue that it was all blue smoke, but the heat and desire in his eyes told her differently.
He lifted her up. “Come on, then. The next act will start in a minute.”
“Next act?”
“You’ll see.”
Even in his most erotic dreams, Cody hadn’t imagined how good Lanie would feel in his hands. Her skin was like the finest silk, her pussy like wet, expensive satin. He’d told himself to go slowly easing her out of her clothes, but once he’d had her in his lap, he couldn’t wait to touch her naked flesh. He’d been as casual about it as he could, watching her reaction to what was taking place, looking for signals that she was turned off or uncomfortable.
His heart had kicked into overdrive and his cock had hardened like steel when he’d seen how fascinated she was. And when she didn’t object to anything he did, he had to beat back the urge to fuck her right there in the chair.
Oh, he was ready for her, already wearing a condom he’d rolled on before she arrived. But this wasn’t a woman he could rush. Or wanted to. The minute he slid his fingers inside her wet, tight cunt he’d known he was lost. Sex with her would be better than anything he’d ever experienced. If he made it that good for her, he could bind her to him, tempt her with sex to explore other facets of a relationship. Maybe even…
No! Don’t go there! At least not yet.
But however he dressed it up, he wanted this woman badly and not just for tonight. It would be up to him to convince her to take the chance.
He wondered how she’d react to the next activity she’d be watching. Turned off or turned on? Shucking his shorts and kicking them to the side, he took her hand and led her to the pool area.
They were in Cody’s enormous pool. The familiar raucous music blared from the outdoor speakers and everyone-every single person-was completely naked. Somewhere between the house and the deck, Cody had stripped off his shorts. Now he stood behind Lanie in the shallow end of the pool, his large hands cupping her breasts and his thick erection prodding at her backside insistently. The orgasm on his lap, rather than relieving her, had aroused her even more. She leaned back against him, still amazed she was here. With him.And that he actually wanted to be with her.
It’s just one night. Don’t start pulling out all those romantic dreams.
Still, if tonight was her best chance to start something with him, she was definitely taking it. A shiver of anticipation skated through her.
Watching everyone, she felt as if she’d been dropped into the middle of an erotic house party. Oh, wait. That’s exactly what this was. Everywhere people engaged in various sexual activities, in couples or threesomes. But what really drew her attention was the scene in front of her on the pool deck. Two women were lying back on pool cushions, feet settled flat on the fabric and knees wide apart. A man stood before each woman, planted between her thighs, each holding a thick dildo over his head. Steve, apparently refreshed from his recent coupling, stood naked between them holding what looked like a timer over his head. His cock stood straight out like a lance ready to pierce a shield.
Lanie partially turned her head to look at Cody. “What’s going on?”
His laugh was soft and deep. “One of the regular contests we have each time. When everyone gets here they drop a hundred dollar bill into a bowl. Then they have three chances to win part of the prize money.”
Lanie wrinkled her forehead. “For what? What kind of contest?”
He nodded his head towards the end of the pool. “Just listen, Steve’s getting ready to make the announcement.”
“Okay, everyone,” Steve shouted. “Your attention, please. Our first contest tonight is called Race to the Orgasm, vibrator style. Our couples are Mark and Sheila and Hal and Brandy. Each man has a brand new vibrator. They will use only the toy-and I repeat, only the toy. The prize goes to the first man to bring his partner to orgasm.” Grinning, he added, “And of course, he splits it with the lucky woman. Everyone set? Okay? Here we go.”
He turned on the timer and the two men began using the vibrators on the women, each with his own style. Lanie stared at first one couple then the other. The sight caused tiny quivers in her vaginal walls, but she wondered…
“I don’t think I could do that,” she told Cody in a low voice. If he wanted everything from her, including that, better he find out now what she could and couldn’t do.
“Maybe not now,” he answered. “And maybe never. But that’s what’s great here. Everyone participates in what makes them feel good. Besides, I think I’ll have enough trouble sharing you when the time comes without putting you on a display I don’t control. I told you. I want more than this one night with you.”
Again his words sent shivers skittering over her spine, and her heart gave a little hitch.
Sliding her eyes back to the two couples, she watched as Mark immediately applied the vibrator to Sheila’s clit, moving it in a circular motion then slid it down to rim the opening to her vagina over and over again. When he dipped the end below to the very sensitive area leading to her anus Lanie saw Sheila’s hips jerk. Mark’s arm moved as he slid the vibrator up and down the area, then back to her slit and up to her clit again.
Hal went immediately for Brandy’s cunt, rimming the opening, then sliding the tip of the vibrator inside and inserting it in increments. Brandy’s hips thrust at him, a motion she kept repeating as if she were fucking the vibrator-which, Lanie figured, she actually was. Hal’s arm moved as he slid the vibrator in and out faster and faster. Apparently he knew exactly what his partner wanted.
People clapped and cheered, almost as if they were at a baseball game. Lanie had to stop herself from shouting as the images made her body quiver and her cunt pulse.
“Like watching that?” Cody whispered in her ear.
She could only nod, mesmerised by the sight and so aroused she was ready to reach between her legs and pull his cock into her. Nothing she had experienced, nothing she had ever read in her erotic romances, had ever made her as hot as she was now. As Mark went to work on Sheila’s clit again, Lanie rocked back and forth against Cody’s cock and his strong thighs. When his fingers rubbed and pinched her hardened nipples, she moaned as loudly as the women in the contest.
“Hold tight a minute, sugar,” Cody whispered in her ear, as he bent his knees and dropped lower in the water.
In a moment, his fingers were rubbing her labia then opening them and the head of his penis probed at her opening. She was startled to realise he was wearing a condom. When had he put it on?
“Before you even got here.” Again he read her thoughts. “I wanted to be ready for you. Push down, Lanie,” he murmured at her ear.
When she did, his cock slipped in. She was so slick with the juices of her arousal, that even with the latex covering him-and even as thick as he was-he seated himself to the hilt with no problem. He slipped his hands beneath her thighs, lifting her legs and supporting her weight, and stood up, holding her impaled on his shaft.
“Play with you clit,” he told her, “and keep watching. Come on, sugar. Make yourself feel good while I’m inside you. No one can see you in the water. Anyway, they’re all watching the show.”
Lanie felt the strength of Cody’s arms as he held her, his cock stretching her and completely filling her. Eyes drawn back to the couples on the deck, she dropped her hand between her legs and stroked her clit. Tiny spikes of pleasure lashed through her.
If the moans and screams she heard were any indication, both women were close to climax now. Hal was still fucking Brandy’s cunt with the vibrator, and from the twitching of her body, Lanie figured he’d turned it on high. But then she heard, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” and saw Mark pull the cheeks of Sheila’s ass apart with the fingers of one hand and insert the vibrator with the other. He held it there as a loud scream rose from her throat and her hips hunched on the tiled deck like she was riding a wild horse.
“Done!” Steve yelled over the din.
Seconds later, Brandy followed with her own climax, but it was clear who the winners were.
“No fair,” Brandy called in a hoarse voice, when she could finally speak. Hal was still between her legs, lapping at her pussy. “Mark knows fucking her ass always gets her off.”
“Maybe Hal should have figured out what to do,” someone in the pool called.
“I was just getting ready,” he pouted. Then he laughed. “But wait until next time.”
The two men pulled the women into the pool, hugging them then planting open-mouthed kisses on them.
Lanie barely realised how fast her fingers were moving on her hot, swollen bud until the walls of her cunt fluttered and clenched around Cody’s cock. His hands tightened on her thighs and he pressed her tighter against his body. As the flutters turned into full blown spasms, he blew in her ear then licked it with the tip of his tongue. His muscular arms supported her as the small climax washed over her.
She was surprised when he lowered her back into the water and slid out of the tight grip of her vaginal walls. She turned to look at him.
“But you didn’t…”
“Not yet.” He winked. “I’m saving it for the right moment.”
“And what’s that?” she couldn’t help asking.
“That depends on you, sugar, and what you’re ready for.”
Not sure she was ready for further explanation, Lanie shifted her gaze back to the end of the pool. Sheila still sat on the pool deck, dangling her feet in the water while Mark toyed with her nipples. Brandy and Hal had moved to one of the lounges. She was curled up against him, spoon fashion, and from the movement of his hips, Lanie was sure he had his cock inside her and was slow-fucking her.
Where the two couples had been, two women knelt in front of two men, fingers wrapped around cocks that were sliding in and out of mouths. But something else had been added. Behind each man stood another man, his penis obviously buried in the front man’s ass, his hands gripping the man’s hips.
Cody slid his hands around to her breasts again, well aware of what she was looking at.
“This is a twofer,” he told her and laughed at her startled expression.
“A what?”
“Both men have to climax at the same time in order to win,” he explained. “Whichever pair gets off first wins that prize. But both men have to climax.”
“What about the women? It doesn’t seem fair that they don’t get anything out of it.”
Cody laughed, a rich deep sound. “Worried, are you? They get to put on a show while everyone else rests. They bring each other off orally.”
Another shiver raced over Lanie’s body. She was in the middle of an erotic soup, and it was coming to full boil. In her wildest dreams, she’d never imagined herself not only participating in anything like this but actually beginning to crave it.
“There’s a hot little body under that proper exterior, isn’t there?” Cody joked, and pinched her nipples.
”Mmm.” She leaned her head back against his chest. “I think you may be right.”
Is he right? My god, what’s happening to me? Is it just curiosity, or is there really a wanton hiding inside me? I’m enjoying it now, but how will I feel tomorrow?
Then she stopped thinking, as the threesomes on the deck moved in a perfected cadence, as if they’d done this many times.
And they probably have.
Lanie had never seen men fuck before. She’d never watched anyone fuck before, until tonight. When Cody explained what was happening, she was sure she’d be turned off, but instead she found herself wishing she was one of the women performing.
Behind her, Cody held her against his rock-hard body, his thick cock once against prodding the cleft of her buttocks. Her eyes glazed over as he massaged her nipples in cadence with the movement of the people in front of her. The men all had the same taut expression on their faces, cheekbones flushed, chests heaving as their breathing deepened. The women were fondling the men’s balls as they sucked harder and harder on the stiff penises. Lanie couldn’t see their faces, but the men looking down at them appeared to have their gazes locked on them.
“Would you like to do that, Lanie?” Cody asked in a husky voice. “Just like that?”
“I…I don’t know.” She hardly knew anything by this time. The feel of Cody’s cock probing her buttocks drove her wild.
“I don’t mean suck a stranger’s cock. I mean suck mine.” His fingers drew circles around her nipples, barely touching them and sending little jolts of electricity through them just the same. “Suck my cock.”
Oh, my god! Oh, my god!
“Yes.” She didn’t stammer this time. If someone had asked her this morning if she’d be having this conversation with Cody Hawkins, she would have told them they were out of their minds. Now her mouth craved the feel of his shaft sliding over her lips and into her mouth, down her throat, filling it with his hot semen.
She squeezed her thighs together in the water, the pulse in her vagina throbbing so hard she thought she might come just from the force of it.
One of Cody’s hands drifted from her breasts and slid along her hip to her ass, his fingers trailing into the tight cleft.
“What about this, Lanie? Would you like me to fuck your ass? I’ll bet it’s never been touched, has it?” He licked at the drops of water on her shoulder. “’Fess up, sugar.”
“No.” She licked her lips. “I mean, no, no one ever has. And I think maybe…maybe I would. I don’t know. Would it hurt?”
“Not if I did it right. But we can work up to it.” He paused. “One more question while we’re at it. Satisfy my curiosity. Have you ever wanted to be fucked by two men at the same time?”
Even in the water, her body turned hot all over. She’d just been reading about a ménage in the last book she’d reviewed, and she hadn’t been able to stop dreaming about it. But could she tell him that? She took so long to answer he chuckled, that warm deep sound.
“Never mind. That’s answer enough. Maybe we’ll tuck that away for a future time. Tonight, I’m going to take very good care of you, Lanie. Very good care.”
At that moment, two of the men in one threesome climaxed, hips jerking, heads thrown back, necks corded with tension. And Lanie wished Cody would get on with whatever he had planned.
Half the people at the party were still in the pool area, the others drifting back inside to the huge great room. They were arranged in a variety of groups. Lanie had heard the doorbell ring two or three times in the past hour which meant more people had arrived. But it hadn’t taken them long to get into the swing of things. People she didn’t recognise were already in groups of three or more, taking their pleasure. One woman knelt over a male stretched out on his back, his cock buried in her pussy. Behind her, a man held her hips in a firm grasp and slowly worked his shaft in and out of her ass. A third man was on his knees behind the man on the floor, leaning forward so his dick could slide into the woman’s mouth. Her groans of pleasure could be heard all over the room.
Cody hadn’t put his shorts on when they came out of the water, just dried off both of them with big beach towels he’d plucked from a pile on a table. Lanie could hardly tear her eyes away from his magnificent cock, rising like a stone structure from the thick nest of curls at his groin. The head was a luscious purple, framed by a thick furl of skin, and a wide ropy vein wound around the shaft itself, pulsing as the blood flowed through it.
“Like the view?” Cody grinned, rubbing his chest with a towel then dropping it on a table. “Never mind. I can tell. I like that look in your eyes, Lanie.”
Standing naked in this group of strangers, she had an automatic inclination to cover herself with her arms, but she made herself hold them at her sides. All the way in, she thought. I didn’t come here just to test the waters, did I? No. I’m either jumping in with both feet or going home. And home has no appeal right now. “What happens next?”
He took her arm and guided her into the living room and down a short hallway. “The way it usually works, whoever brought a guest gets to fuck them in front of the group, and anyone who wants to join in can do it. Kind of an initiation.”
“Oh.” She could barely get the word out.
“But I’m going to do things a little differently with you. My club, my rules.”
“What does that mean?”
They were at the end of the hallway. Cody opened a door and ushered her into a huge bedroom dominated by the largest bed she’d ever seen.
“That means that, tonight, I get to fuck you without an audience. That despite how much I told myself I was being stupid, I feel things for you that make me operate contrary to the rules.” He turned her to face him. “I guess this is where I take a chance on making a fool of myself and ask you if you feel something, too.”
She lifted her face so she could read his eyes. Encouraged by what she saw, she told him, “I can’t believe that someone like you-good looking, sexy, rich, someone who can have his pick of any woman in the world-would want someone as boring as me. As unsophisticated. Do I feel something?” She let out a slow breath. “You bet I do. But…” She bit her lower lip.
“But just like me, you don’t want to get your hand slapped.” He brushed a kiss over her forehead. “We aren’t so very different, Lanie. And while it will probably be a long time before I want to give up this club, I’m looking at my future, too. And the person I see in it is you. I’ve been watching you since that day we met at the real estate office. Couldn’t get you out of my mind. But I had to know if you could get past your inhibitions and share this life with me.”
“Oh, Cody,” she breathed.
He bent his head and his mouth on hers was like a lighted match, setting fire to her lips and sending the heat to every part of her body. Her breasts and nipples tingled, every pulse in her body roared to life and her veins felt as if liquid fire raced through him. Cody licked the surface of her lips, tasting the inner flesh of them, scraping across her teeth before finally plunging into her mouth and sweeping every inch of the welcoming cavern. He ran the tip of his tongue across hers, ravishing it before sucking it into his mouth.
She couldn’t breathe, every one of her senses on high alert and an intense sexual need gripping her. Cody’s hands cupped her face, turning it this way and that to give him better access. Her breasts pressed against the soft hair on his chest and the heavy shaft of his penis was like a branding iron against her stomach. Through the thin latex of the condom she could feel the fluid seeping from the slit a drop of hot cream on her skin.
Lanie wrapped her slim fingers around Cody’s wrists, anchoring herself so she wouldn‘t just drop bonelessly to the floor. When he finally lifted his mouth and dusted kisses on her cheeks and eyelids, she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to breathe again.
“I think it’s time for us to kick it up a notch, sugar,” he murmured against her lips. “I wonder if the rest of you tastes just as good. Let’s find out.”
Lifting her in his arms, he yanked back the bedclothes and placed her carefully on the soft cotton sheet. Kneeling between her outspread legs, he slid his hand beneath her buttocks, lifted her to his mouth and, without preamble, began to lick her slit like a brand new lollipop.
Lanie cried out at the first swipe of his tongue, pleasure spiking through her. She’d had other lovers-far too few-do this before, but none with the finesse and ability of Cody Hawkins. His tongue was a brush and her pussy the canvas he used it on. He licked and lapped until she couldn’t think of anything besides the intense pleasure racing through her body.
When his mouth closed over her clit and his tongue flicked the tip of it, tremors raced through her and she had to fist her hands to keep from arching off the bed. He tormented the little nub, nipping it with his teeth then rubbing his tongue over it again. Lanie’s heart was racing and everything in her body was centred on that one spot.
Releasing his hold on her clit, Cody trailed his tongue down her wet, pink flesh, stiffening it and thrusting it deep inside her cunt.
“Oh…”
His tongue speared her, stabbing into her, rubbing her inner walls. She was going to lose her mind. That’s all there was to it.
Suddenly, he pulled back, lowered her buttocks to the mattress and bent her knees back until they almost touched her breasts.
“Better,” he told her. “Your cunt tastes even better than your mouth. I knew it would. Do you like that, Lanie? Do you like me eating that sweet pussy of yours?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “More. More, more, more.”
Was that really her voice pleading with him? What was happening to her? Whatever it was, she didn’t want it to stop.
“How about this?” His voice was low, husky, as he dipped a finger in her cunt, trailed it down to her anus and rimmed the tight little hole.
“Oh my god,” she squealed. The cheeks of her ass clenched around his finger as he pressed firmly against the tender spot.
He moved his finger away, his laugh sensuous. “We’ll get to that, sugar. You can bet on it.” He rose to his knees between her thighs. “Open your eyes, Lanie. Look at me. I want you to see me when I fuck you.”
She forced her heavy eyelids open and saw him looking at her with lust blazing in his eyes. He took one of her hands and wrapped it around his cock then spread open her labia.
“Show me the way, Lanie. Guide me home.”
Wishing that she could feel the naked skin of his cock, she squeezed her fingers around the thick erection. Pulling until the head touched her opening, she tugged again he began to slide into her.
“Good, Lanie.” He sucked in his breath. “So, so good.”
He moved her hand, pressed his thumb on her clit and pushed all the way into her. She came at once, bathing him with her liquid heat, her pussy convulsing around him as the tremors shook her body. His body was taut beneath her hands, rigid with the control he was exerting. He rode her through her climax then began to move inside her, taking her up again. All the while his cock moved back and forth in a smooth cadence, his thumb tormented and teased her clit.
When the tiny aftershocks finally faded, Lanie drew air into her oxygen-deprived lungs and tried to steady her heartbeat. But Cody wasn’t giving her time to gather herself or time to think. Capturing her mouth again, he increased the speed of his movements in and out of her pussy, rolling his hips to catch the sweet spot with his cock each time he thrust back inside her. The hair on his chest rubbed against her nipples, sparks of electricity radiating from them.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered against her lips.
Lanie threw her legs around his waist, locked her ankles and dug her heels into the small of his back, pulling him tight against her. Beneath the tension of her own muscles, his rippled as he moved. She had never felt so completely filled in her life, every nerve in her body sparking with each thrust and retreat of his cock. Heat made her blood boil, and her heart thundered in her ears.
She could feel another climax rising inside her even as her body protested the impending intensity. It was too much. Too much. She tried to pull away, but Cody held her tightly, skewering her on his shaft, fucking her with such power she was afraid it would destroy her. With one final, strong thrust he took them both over the edge, his cock throbbing inside her while her pussy clenched and clenched around him and her liquid heat soaked him.
Their bodies shuddered together, Lanie sure she would splinter apart as spasm after spasm wrenched her body. She wasn’t sure whose heartbeat she felt, his or hers, thumping against her ribs. They lay in that position until the quaking subsided, holding on as if anchoring each other. Cody’s cock still flex inside her, drawing one tiny flutter after another until her cunt, too, stopped its convulsive clutching.
Groaning with the energy it took, Cody rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She sprawled across his chest, boneless and spent, wondering how her body had survived the sexual storm that had overtaken them. His hands glided up and down her back, fingers tracing the little bumps of her spine.
It barely registered when the bedroom door clicked open. Then a man’s voice pierced her consciousness.
“I hope you didn’t have all the fun yet.” The voice was deep, warm and amused.
Lanie started at the sound and tried to push herself off of Cody’s body. His hands pulled her back and pressed her flat against his chest then caressed her in a soothing fashion. “Shh, it’s all right,” he crooned.
“But-”
“It’s just Mark. You watched him in the other room. Don’t be worried. He’s alone. I told him he could join us, if you didn’t object. Just turn you head and say hello.”
Lanie obediently shifted her head to see the tall, lean naked man standing next to the bed. She burned not just with embarrassment but with a lust she hadn’t even known she’d had, as if everything she’d seen tonight had unlock a steel door inside her body. She had the most impossible urge to reach out and touch Mark’s rigid penis that was now so close to her face.
“H…hi, Mark.”
He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Hello, Lanie.”
Cody stroked her cheek, brushing away the stray stands of hair. “If you’re not ready for this, sugar, it’s okay. I want you to know that.”
Was she ready? Lanie clutched at Cody. Only one way to find out. And strangely, she wasn’t frightened by the idea of another man joining them. Not as long as she had Cody as her anchor.
“Just remember,” he whispered. “You’re mine, no matter what. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she whispered back.
“Good.” He nodded at Mark.
“I must say you have a fine, fine ass,” Mark told her. “Do you mind if I touch it?”
Lanie’s muscles tightened and Cody swirled his tongue in her ear. “Easy, sugar. If you don’t want him to, all you have to say is ‘No, thanks’. He’s just going to touch it. Maybe play a little. No fucking tonight with anyone but me.”
She closed her eyes and vivid images of the evening played against her closed eyelids.
What’s happening with me? Why am I suddenly craving all of this so badly? I want this man to touch my ass. To play with it. While Cody is still inside me.
“Go ahead.” She ran her tongue over her lips, wetting them. “Yes. Touch me.”
“Touch you where?” Mark prompted.
“O…on my ass.”
He sat down on the bed in the space between their bodies and the edge of the mattress. His hand rested lightly on one cheek of her ass. At first, she jumped, but his hand was so warm and the feel of it arousing. He stroked the rounded globe, slowly as Cody had done with her back and arms.
“Like this, Lanie? Is this how I can touch you?”
She nodded, breathing in, inhaling Cody’s male scent along with his spicy aftershave.
“How about like this?” His fingers trailed through the warm cleft.
“Like that, Lanie?” Cody wanted to know, his breath warm against her forehead, his hands still caressing her arms, her shoulders and her back, soothing, reassuring.
“Yes,” she breathed. Mark’s fingers were like matches igniting the nerves in her cleft and sending shivers racing up her spine.
Cody shifted his legs that were lying between hers, pushing them apart so hers fell wide. Mark’s fingers moved lower, bypassing the tight ring of her sphincter and going to the wet opening of her cunt. He drew a circle lightly around the skin gripping Cody’s penis, still tucked inside her. Then his fingers drifted back up again.
“How about here?” One finger pressed against her anus, rubbing lightly back and forth.
Unexpected tendrils of lust coiled through her. She wanted this! Oh, my god, she really wanted this. And more!
“By the way her fingers are digging into my shoulders, I’d say the answer is a big yes. Lanie, want to kick it up a notch?” He kissed her forehead. “Let’s try something and see how it goes.” He lifted his head. “Nightstand drawer,” he told Mark.
Lanie felt Mark’s body moving, heard the open and closing of the drawer, then something cool at her anal opening. A moment later, Mark’s fingertip pressed hard, harder, inside the dark, warm tunnel.
“Breathe, sugar,” Cody told her. “In and out. Big breaths in, slow breaths out. Come on. You’ll see how good it will make you feel.”
She followed his directions, drawing in as much breath as she could. When she let it out, Mark’s finger slipped in a little further. In and out, slow and deep, and each time that finger probing further and further inside her. She didn’t even realise she was pushing back against it until she felt the chuckle rumble through Cody’s chest and vibrate against her.
“I’d say she likes it,” he told Mark.
“Does that mean-”
“Absolutely not,” Cody cut him off. “That pleasure belongs to me. But two or three fingers would be fine, just to let her know how it feels.”
Lanie clenched her muscles around the probing finger. She couldn’t miss what they were talking about. Mark was asking Cody’s permission to fuck her in the ass. Her virgin ass. And Cody had very clearly reserved that pleasure for himself. She was relieved and excited yet, in a way, disappointed. Tonight, she was so revved up she was almost ready for anything.
“Not tonight, sugar,” Cody murmured, as if reading her mind. “Not that I wouldn’t like to, but we’re gonna take this thing in stages. And make sure it’s what you want to do.”
She would have answered him, but at that moment, Mark added another finger to the first, moving them to stretch her tissues, pushing them in and out. As she moved her hips in rhythm with Mark’s fingers, Cody’s cock which had been semi-soft, hardened, and he began thrusting his hips with hers.
“Hold on a second, sugar,” he whispered, lifting her so she sat back on Mark’s hand.
In an instant, he’d retrieved another condom from the nightstand and snapped it on. Holding Lanie’s hips, he positioned her over him and pushed inside of her again, so thick and hard she didn’t see how he fit.
At that moment, Mark slipped a third finger inside her ass, his knuckles bumping against the tender flesh and filling her until it seemed there was no space at all. She was impaled on two thick spikes, Mark’s lean fingers brushing Cody’s swollen cock as he adjusted his movements to the other man’s. When the fingertips found and raked across a special spot, she convulsed with tiny shudders.
It didn’t seem possible that Mark could wedge one more finger inside her ass, but Lanie felt it pressing and pushing until it joined the others. Hot and cold chills racked her body as she flexed under the lash of such unbelievable pleasure.
Cody tugged her a little further forward so he could reach her nipples. His educated tongue and teeth pulled and tugged on them, licked them, swirled around them until she thought she’d come just from that alone. Her breasts were taut with a burning ache, his tongue like a live wire, shocking them every time it made a pass over a nipple.
She had slipped to another plane, one where nothing existed except the dual penetration of her body and the heat washing through her. She floated in a haze of lust, where nothing mattered except the greedy demands of her body. Sex was a narcotic her body demanded with an aching need. Being aroused by two very sexy men, penetrating her front and back, drove the whip of pleasure through her to every sensitive spot. Her blood pounded as it raced through her veins. Her pussy throbbed. She wanted to clench herself around Cody’s rod and Mark’s fingers until they had wrung every drop of satisfaction from her. And then do it again.
“We’re getting close,” Cody said over her shoulder, his breathing choppy. “Let’s take her over the edge.”
With a rhythm born of long practise, Cody and Mark intensified their movements, the one with his fingers, the other with his cock. Cody’s hands gripped Lanie’s hips, holding her to him as he pushed up into her again and again. She fought the climax, sure it would break her, but Cody soothed her with murmuring sounds and Mark ran his free hand caressingly over her ass and her back.
She couldn’t stop it, no matter what. It erupted like an earthquake, tossing her into a whirlwind of sensation, battering her with the whip of pleasure that made every muscle in her body clench and clasp until it nearly turned her inside out. She showered Cody’s sheath cock with her hot juices, flooding him as he pulsed inside her. As if from a distance she heard Mark’s groans, as her dark tunnel gripped his fingers with the force of a vice.
Only Cody’s hands holding her hips tightly anchored her in place.
At last, exhausted, she fell forward on his chest, her nipples still so tender she felt every strand of hair on his chest.
Cody was still labouring to draw air into his tortured lungs. The minute his cock had pushed all the way into Lanie’s cunt he’d been sure he’d died and gone to heaven. All that very tight, very hot, very wet flesh gripping him like a fist short-circuited his brain and sent all the blood in his body rushing to his groin. If he died right at that moment, he’d die a happy man. As many women as he’d fucked, in bizarre and wild circumstances, nothing had ever been as erotic as this. She was everything he’d expected and more. So much more.
He’d all but forgotten he’d asked Mark to join them. It was his way of introducing Lanie to sex with more than one partner at a time. Mark was an old friend, they’d done this together for years, and he had the skills to ease Lanie into it.
Cody was shocked by the possessiveness that flooded him. He’d never felt this with any other woman in his entire life, and the emotion both intrigued and terrified him. Yes, he’d been entertaining the possibility of a relationship with Lanie Burrell. Yes, he’d wanted to imagine what a future with her would be like. But he’d never expected to be so emotionally blindsided.
Now Lanie lay across his chest, a boneless heap, her soft breath tickling the hair on his chest, her wonderful breasts pressed against him like two heated pillows. He felt her heart beating against him, in cadence with his own, and he wondered if he’d ever want to move again.
“Cody?” Mark’s voice was quiet, his eyes questioning.
“I’m here.”
“Is there something going on here I should know about? That the rest of us should know about? Because you know, that means different rules.”
“I know, I know.”
“I had the impression you just wanted to add some new life to our little group.” He raised an eyebrow. “Am I wrong?”
Cody was silent for so long Mark finally rose from the bed, trailing his fingers along Lanie’s ass as he did so.
“When you figure out what’s going on, let me know. Meanwhile, I’ll pass the word she’s off limits. At least for now. I’m going back and jumping into the fun again.”
Cody heard the water running in the bathroom as Mark cleaned up then watched his friend move silently through the bedroom. When he heard the door open and close, he rolled to the side, taking Lanie with him, slipped out of her regretfully and took care of his own cleanup.
Lanie was still lying on her side when he walked back into the darkened room, hugging a pillow to her well-used body, her skin still flushed, her eyes slumberous. He slid his arm beneath her and pulled her against him, running his hand along her spine.
“You doing okay?” He kept his voice low and soft. Soothing. His fingers trailed over her ass. “Any soreness here?”
“Mmm. A little.” She tossed the pillow aside and snuggled into his warmth. “But do you think I’m awful if I say it was worth it?”
His chuckle bounced her body on his chest. “I’d be disappointed if you said anything else. But Lanie?”
“Mmm?”
He brushed her hair away from her face and sifted his fingers through the silky strands. “The first person to fuck you there-really fuck you there-is going to be me. Okay?”
“Of course, it’s okay.” She burrowed harder against him. “I’ve never…I mean, I want…”
“It’s okay. Me, too.” He sat up, bringing her upright with him. “We should probably go back and join the others. I’m not usually gone like this.”
“Oh?” She tilted her head. “Don’t you bring other women into this room?”
He cupped her face and held her with his gaze. “You can believe this or not, but I confine my activities to the main rooms in this house. When I want a one on one with a woman, I pick a place away from here.” He saw the puzzled look in her eyes. “And you want to know why.”
She nodded. “Yes.”
He sighed. “How to explain this? This club has been my entire social life. The women I fuck alone are usually one of them. Doing it here would give them a false sense of the situation.”
A slow smile tilted her lips. “Ownership.”
“You got it. I want them to know it’s just sex.”
She wound her arms around his neck. “And what is it with me, Cody? Not just sex?”
“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “That’s what I had in mind originally. But somehow there’s…I don’t know…a different element. Not that I don’t want the sex. And plenty of it. Any woman in my life has to know what they’re getting into.”
“I know that, Cody. I would never expect you to change your lifestyle or your sexual activities.”
“But I want a chance to see if the chemistry between us works out of bed as well as it does in it,” he went on. “How about you?”
“Me, too.”
He smacked her rear end lightly. “Let’s finish tonight’s festivities and see what happens. But Lanie?”
“Yes?”
“You will spend the night in my bed.”
She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock, nearly giving him a heart attack. “No problem. As long as I get to call some of the shots.”
Hell! I think my kitten just unsheathed her claws.
By the time they finished brunch on Sunday, it was a given that something special was brewing between the two of them. The routine they established fell into place almost by silent agreement. During the day, while Cody was at his office or in meetings, Lanie spent the hours at home reading or writing her reviews. But the nights were a different thing altogether. The sex was as varied as the meals he served her.
“If I’d known you were such an insatiable wildcat,” Cody told her, “I wouldn’t have waited so long to do this.”
She lowered her lashes, suddenly shy. “I didn’t know myself.”
As the week progressed and she became more and more comfortable with him, any misgivings she still harboured disappearing like so much smoke. There wasn’t anything two people could do sexually that they didn’t try. Cody was a patient, caring teacher, leading her down erotic pathways she never dreamed she’d follow.
He’d fucked her in the shower, in the pool, on the kitchen table. One night after a swim when they were lying naked by the pool, she’d knelt on a pillow between his thighs and played with his balls and sucked his cock, teasing him with her mouth the way she’d discovered he liked, until his orgasm erupted like a geyser.
But the weekend was coming, and they hadn’t really talked about her role in the activities. They discussed some of the things she’d seen but nothing specific regarding her. Cody had been very clear about one thing-he made the rules, and he could break them. That meant where she was concerned he could set whatever limits he wanted, and he’d make sure everyone knew that.
But he still hadn’t told her exactly what he expected of her. How much he expected. Would she have to perform like Sheila and the others? Would he simply give her to one of the men, maybe his friend Mark? The worst part-or the best-was none of it really terrified her or turned her off. From someone who had experienced almost nothing, she was now hungry to taste everything.
Finally, she asked him to tell her outright what he wanted, given the new nature of their relationship.
“We’ll get to that,” he teased. “When the time is right.”
“And when will that be?” Shivers of anticipation skated up and down her spine.
The more they’d talked about it, the more she wanted to be a part of it. Although maybe not all at once. She knew that whatever Cody asked of her, it would ultimately be for her own pleasure. That much he stressed over and over.
He bought her a butt plug, which he inserted every morning, showing her how to replace it during the day if she need to.
Tonight, he decided she was ready for the real thing. ”This will be better than fingers,” he told her, as he arranged her on the bed. “I promise.”
He’d placed her down, arms outstretched, pillows beneath her tummy. After making sure she was okay with it, Cody used silk handkerchiefs to bind her wrists lightly to the headboard. Then he lay down between her widespread thighs.
“I don’t think you can do it when you’re lying down,” she teased him, feeling his shoulders against the insides of her thighs.
“In a minute,” he assured her. “Like a good chef, I have prep work to do first.”
“Oh?”
“Close your eyes,” he told her, “and don’t open them. Not until I tell you to. Okay?”
“All right.” She closed her eyes and sank into the soft covers on the bed.
In a moment, his fingers stroked the lips of her pussy, gathering the moisture already forming there. He opened them slowly and his tongue lapped at her, tasting every bit of her intimate flesh. But teasingly, darting here and there but never touching the places that demanded his attention.
“Please,” she breathed.
“Please what?”
“You know.”
“I want the words, Lanie. You can say them now. Come on.”
“Please…suck my clit.”
“And?” he prompted.
“And fuck me with your tongue.”
He continued licking in concentric circles, always close to those sensitive spots but never quite reaching them.
“What will you do for me if I give you want you want?”
“What do you want?” she asked, barely able to form coherent thoughts. “Not-”
“Not the games the others play. We talked about that, remember? No threesomes without me. No Race to the Orgasm contests for you. You get to decide what feels comfortable.”
“What would feel comfortable right now is for you to get on with this,” she urged him.
“After I get my answer.” He bit one cheek of her buttocks very lightly then soothed it with his tongue.
“Then what?” She wriggled her ass, trying to encourage him to stop tormenting her.
“I want you to do two things for me this Saturday night.”
“What? Just tell me.” She tried controlling her breathing. “Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”
“Be careful what you agree to, sugar.” He gave a quick swipe with his tongue.
“You told me it would be for my pleasure,” she reminded him.
“And for mine.” He blew into her pussy, his warm, breath tickling her throbbing flesh. “I want you to let Sheila suck you off while you sit on my cock.” He nipped at her skin. “I understand from the other women she’s the best at it, and it would really turn me on.” He nipped again. “Not that I need anything more where you’re concerned.”
“And?” She tried to thrust back at him, and he swatted her rear end.
“And I want you to let Mark fuck you while I have my cock in your ass. I’ve shared with Mark my entire adult life, and I can tell you he’s an expert.”
Lanie ran her tongue over her lips. “So, will you expect me to do that all the time?”
He teased at her opening with the tip of a finger. “Only when you want to.” He placed an open-mouthed kiss on her vaginal opening. “We’re exploring new areas of our relationship, Lanie. I think we’re going someplace here, or am I wrong?”
“We’re going to move into murder if you don’t fuck me pretty soon,” she snapped at him.
He laughed. “Answer my question. Am I the only one who thinks we have something going here?”
Her heat thumped. He’d been talking about this a little at a time since the night of the party, but this was the first time he was laying it all out. “No. You’re not.”
“All right, then. We’re still figuring out what we both like. And while I retain the right of possession, I want you to experience everything so you can decide what you do and don’t like.”
And having two men fuck her at the same time aroused her more than she dared tell him. “I’ll do it if you’ll get serious here before I do you some serious damage.”
In answer, he thrust his tongue deep inside her channel, powering it in and out, scraping her delicate walls while his fingers pinched and pulled and tugged on her clit. The orgasm built in her, rushing up from her womb, her pulse throbbing harder and harder. Then he backed off, just as she knew he would. Just as he always did, damn him.
And began all over again. His tongue licked the length of her slit then traced the cleft of her buttocks while his fingers continued to tease and torment her burning clit. She had no idea how much time had passed, only that she was a seething mass of desire that needed satisfaction now! Finally, when she was crazed with lust, she felt the cool touch of lube at her anus and Cody’s fingers working it into her. One finger. Then two. Finally three, rubbing the gel into her dark tissues.
He untied her wrists and pulled her up so she was on her knees, her thighs still spread wide. A shiver of dark anticipation raced through her. She jumped, startled, when a metal wand slid into her vagina and immediately began buzzing.
“This makes it so much better, Lanie.” His voice was hoarse with lust.
He was right. Already fire heated her blood, and the walls of her pussy fluttered against the wand.
“Here we go, sugar.”
He spread the cheeks of her ass with his firm hands, and the tip of his cock pressed against her well-lubed anus. Harder, then harder still.
“Remember how you did it with Mark’s fingers? Breathe in, Lanie, then let it out slowly.”
She did as he told her. Each time she exhaled, his cock penetrated further, until every inch of it was in the clasp of her rectum. Between his penis and the vibrating wand, she had an overwhelming sense of fullness. He was right. This was much better than Mark’s fingers. She pushed back against him, trying to take him even deeper, although she didn’t think it was possible.
Then she couldn’t think it all. Cody set up a steady pace, in and out, his thick penis dragging against her tissues each time he pulled back then sliding into her again. She began to move with him in the rhythm he’d set, back and forth, in and out, the wand sending tremors through her entire body. There was nothing at all except Cody, his thick, heated cock, and the sensations that drove her up and into a place where only lust existed.
It was so much more than she’d ever expected. Even Mark’s fingers and the daily butt plug hadn’t fully prepared her for the riot of sensations that danced like fireflies through her body. Every nerve she owned fired, the muscles in her pussy and her rectum clenched rhythmically, and the orgasm rose up with the roaring of a fire, ready to burst over her.
“Pinch your clit, Lanie,” Cody order, his voice strained with the effort at control. “Do it now.”
She pinched the throbbing nub of flesh and dragged her fingernail over it. And just like that she convulsed. Cody’s release pulsed in her ass, shielded only by a thin layer of latex, and her pussy quivered around the vibrating wand. Jolts of pleasure stabbed through her as she spasmed with bone-shattering intensity. The fire had caught her, and it was burning her alive. If it hadn’t been for Cody’s strong arms wrapped around her middle she was sure she would have come apart completely, flying in a million different directions.
They collapsed on the bed together, oxygen-starved lungs rasping for air, hearts thundering like runaway trains, bodies slick with sweat. Cody managed to reach between her legs and turn off the vibrator, sliding it from her cunt, before collapsing completely. It seemed forever to her before he roused himself and carefully slid his sheathed cock from her ass. She heard him running water in the bathroom. When he returned, he had a warm cloth that he used to gently clean her, wiping away the traces of lube and her orgasm.
Lying down next to her, he rolled her into his arms and cuddled her against his chest, stroking her hair, her shoulders, her back, and trailing light kisses over her face. Finally, he tilted up her chin so he could see her eyes.
“Well?” he asked. “What did you think?”
She knew she was blushing as she answered him, but she didn’t care. “I loved it.”
He brushed his hand lightly over the globes of her buttocks. “You okay down here? Not too sore?”
Against his chest she shook her head. “You were right. Wearing the butt plug helped get me ready.” She paused for the length of one heartbeat. “Cody?”
“Yeah, sugar?”
“When can we do it again?”
He burst out laughing, the sound rumbling through his chest against her. “Don’t tell me I’ve created a monster.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Soon, sugar. Very soon. We have to practise for the weekend.”
It was Saturday night again. This time, Lanie didn’t ring the doorbell because she was already there, setting out the bowls of condoms, stacking the brand new boxes of toys on the counter, chilling the wine and beer in tubs of ice.
Cody came up behind her as she dumped a box of multicoloured condoms in another bowl, brushed her hair aside and kissed the nape of her neck.
“You look like you’re right at home,” he teased.
Her stomach knotted. Was she behaving too settled for him? Taking too much for granted. What he’d said and what he really meant could be two different things.
“Cody, I didn’t mean-”
“Hush.” He licked the tender spot behind her ear. “It looks good. It feels good. I like it.”
She turned around, studying his face. “Are you sure?”
“Sugar, in my life, I don’t like to waste time. I’m just worried I’m rushing you too much. Pushing too fast.”
She dropped the empty box and wound her arms around his neck. “A week ago, I would have run like crazy. Now, you should be warned you might not be able to get rid of me.”
“Just the way I want it.” His kiss was so hot, so carnal, it stole every bit of her breath. “Are you sure you’re okay with everything tonight? What we talked about?”
She nodded, one corner of her mouth turned up in a half grin. “I’m ready. I know you want me to experience the same pleasures you do.” She shook her head. “I just have a hard time believing how much I’ve changed in one week.”
“I don’t think it’s so drastic. I think the real Lanie was hiding underneath all this time just waiting for the right person to come along with the key.” He ran his hand up the curve of her ass, squeezing the firm globe. “I’m glad I’m the one who had it.”
“Me, too.”
The ringing of the doorbell interrupted whatever else she might have said.
“Go, go, go.” She shooed him away. “Your guests are arriving.”
Cody sat in the big armchair he favoured, watching the redhead named Nancy in the middle of the floor on her knees. Brent’s cock was buried in her ass while Paul’s filled her mouth. As she rocked back and forth, her heavy breasts swayed with the motion. Brent reached around to cup her breasts, pinching the nipples as he pistoned in and out of her rear tunnel.
The party had been going on for two hours now. As soon as, the last person arrived he’d pulled Lanie down into his lap and teased both her and himself until his cock was so hard he thought it would burst. Lanie had worn shorts and a halter again, but it hadn’t taken long before he’d managed to remove them. Then he’d shucked off his clothes. She wriggled against him as the nest of hair at his groin tickled the bare skin of her bottom.
Now he had her thighs draped over his, the way he had the week before, her pussy open to everyone’s eyes as he played with her clit and slipped his fingers in and out of her wet, greedy cunt.
He knew she watched everything with avid interest, and her degree of arousal was very obvious. Shifting her far enough forward to allow him to move, he reached for a condom in the bowl next to him, rolled it onto his penis, then lifted Lanie and lowered her onto his shaft. As he did so, he caught Sheila’s eye and nodded. Now, he’d find out for sure just how far Lanie was willing to go.
When she saw Sheila approaching, Lanie’s heart kicked over and tripped into an erratic beat. This was it. Her first public contact with anyone but Cody. And one where she’d be on display. For one tiny moment, the old Lanie surfaced with a strong urge to run. But then Cody shifted, pushing his cock into her more deeply, and a wave of carnal desire so strong it took her breath away washed over her. Unconsciously, she moved her thighs apart even further.
“Hey, Lanie.” Sheila’s voice was soft yet arousing as she knelt in front of the chair. “I hear we’re the next act on the bill. That okay with you?”
Lanie wet her lower lip with the tip of her tongue and nodded.
“Your pussy is absolutely gorgeous,” Sheila told her. “I can see what’s got Cody tied in knots.” She lifted her head. “Cody, darlin’, before next week you have to take her to Lanetta’s for a wax job.”
Lanie felt heat creep up her cheeks and lowered her hands to cover her pubic hair. Cody’s fingers circled her wrists and pulled her hands away.
“Don’t hide yourself,” he ordered. “Maybe we’ll do that, but right now, I love this fluffy little bush.”
“It’s sure soft,” Sheila commented, riffled her fingers through it. “Cody, I’ll bet it feels terrific rubbing against your cock, doesn’t it?”
“You’ve got that right.”
His penis thickened and swelled inside her, and he rotated his hips just enough to hit her sweet spot. Sheila pushed Lanie’s thighs even further apart, giving the room an unobstructed view of her pussy and Cody’s cock firmly seated inside it. A shudder raced through Lanie’s body and more of her cream bathed the thick shaft.
“Ooh, she’s hot all right,” Sheila cooed. “And look at the pretty pink clit.”
She took it between two fingers and tugged at it then licked it with her tongue. Lanie felt a jolt of heat spear through her, but it was nothing to the sensation when the woman sucked the clit into her mouth and began circling her flesh stretched over Cody’s cock.
Lanie closed her eyes, letting the feeling pulse through her body. When she opened them, she realised that half the people in the room were watching her with avid fascination, despite being involved in their own activities. Rather than being turned off by it, her arousal spiked even higher. As Sheila sucked harder on her clit and used her fingers to tantalise the stretched skin of her cunt, Cody brought his hands up to her breasts.
So many sensations assaulted her she couldn’t do anything except lean back and give into it.
The harder Sheila sucked, the more Cody squeezed her breasts and nipples and the more his hips jerked beneath her, pushing up into her again and again. Her heart was thundering in her ears, and her blood felt as if it was on fire, singeing her.
When the orgasm hit, she had to grip Cody’s arms to centre herself as her body shook, his cock pulsed inside her and Sheila nipped and licked her clit over and over again. Lanie was one nerve, and it had exploded, like dynamite, shaking her and tossing her onto that place she’d discovered with Cody where nothing mattered except the erotic satisfaction it gave her.
Sheila’s tongue slowed to small, tiny swipes as Cody leaned back in the chair, Lanie collapsed against his chest. With one final nip, Sheila patted the Lanie’s thighs and stood up.
“Thanks, darlin’. Cody, she sure tastes like sugar. I’m ready any time she wants it.” She moved away, swinging her hips while soft murmurs of approval sounded in the room.
Cody kissed the tip of her ear then lifted her from his body. When he stood, he lowered her into the chair. “Back in a minute,” he told her, planting a soft kiss on her lips. “Time to catch your breath.”
Lanie let herself wallow in the languor that was the aftermath of the climax until Cody returned wearing a fresh condom.
“Rest a little, sugar.” He placed her on his lap again. “I talked to Mark. Whenever you’re ready, just give the word.”
Lanie had thought having Cody fuck her in the ass had been the most erotic feeling ever. Then, when Sheila had sucked her clit while Cody fucked her, she’d decided that was at the top of the list. But now she had to revise her opinion again. This-this act-carried her to a place she hadn’t even dreamed of.
Mark lay on cushions on the floor, on his back. Lanie sat astride him, his sheathed cock filling her pussy, his fingers playing lightly with her clit. Behind her, Cody’s cock was fully seated in her ass, the ribbed condom adding yet another layer of sensation. And while Mark teased at her clit, Cody pulled and tugged at her nipples until they felt as hard as his cock.
They were moving in a metronomic rhythm, following the steps of a dance they’d obviously done many time before. In and out, glide and slide, back and forth, while Lanie rocked between them, lashed by a whip of pleasure so strong she wasn’t sure she could stand it. The pulse in her womb beat heavily, the vibrations reaching through her body and igniting every other pulse. She was hot and cold at the same time, desperately trying to reach the edge of release that they held just out of her reach.
Her eyes were closed, but she was very aware of everyone in the room focused on what was happening, mesmerised by the sight of the woman and the two men in a graceful pas de trios. She could feel the two cocks rubbing against each other through the thin membrane separating them, each tug and pull sending sharper jolts through her.
Her hands braced on Mark’s shoulders, she let herself be swept up into the maelstrom of sensations powering through her. As if at a silent signal, the two men began moving faster, and Lanie strained to keep up with them. Her clit was on fire, her nipples ached, and the dark coil of desire that had been unwinding from deep inside her suddenly burst.
As the two shafts pulsed inside her, her pussy convulsed again and again, and every muscle in her body clenched as she spun out into a void of pleasure. All her muscles clamped down on the double penetration, trying to lock them in place, dreading the moment when they would finally slip from her body.
At last, she collapsed forward onto Mark’s chest, his hands soothing her even as Cody showered tiny kisses along her spine. She was barely aware of Cody sliding his penis from her rectum and lifting her from Mark’s body. When he picked her up in his arms, she curled against him, exhausted but replete, more satisfied than she’d ever thought possible.
“Wake up, sleepyhead.”
Lanie blinked against the sudden splash of sunshine in the room and pulled the covers over her head.
“Uh uh uh.” Cody sat down next to her and gently peeled the covers back. “Time to wake up.”
“Go ‘way,” she grumbled. “Wanna sleep.”
He laughed and bent to brush a kiss across her lips. “I think you’ve slept enough for both of us.” He voice gentled. “We gave you quite a workout last night. You okay?”
In a blink, it all came back to her. Heat crept over her body, but it was an erotic warmth, not one of embarrassment.
“I’m fine. Just fine.” She lifted the covers to look at herself. Naked but very clean, the scent of lavender drifting up from her skin.
Cody caught her expression. “I thought you deserved a bath. Besides, it takes away most of the soreness. Used up practically all the bath salts I bought for you.”
He’d bathed her? Seen to her comfort? Could she have asked for more from a man? Moving sideways on the bed she patted the mattress for him to lie down beside her.
He shook his head, smiling again. “If I get in that bed with you, we’ll never get through half my list today.”
She cocked an eyebrow at him. “List? What kind of list?”
He lifted one of her hands and kissed the knuckles. “I want us to move ahead with this, Lanie. I never thought I’d find a woman who could fit herself into my sexual lifestyle and still be someone I wanted to share my time with. My house. My life.”
“Cody, we’ve only really known each other for a week,” she pointed out.
”Sugar, I’ll be thirty-nine on my birthday next month. If I want the brass ring, I can’t wait much longer. I see in you all the things I thought I’d never have. I agree we should make sure we’re solid with this, so let me tell you what I have in mind.”
“Okay. Let’s have it.”
“I’d like you to move in with me. Keep your house,” he said quickly, as she opened her mouth to object. “That’s your failsafe. But let’s see where this goes. If you want to, that is.”
She gave him a slow, lazy smile. “I think that sounds like the best idea I’ve heard in a long time. So what kind of list do you have?”
“First, I’m taking you to The Towers for their Sunday champagne brunch-”
“Everyone you know will see you there with me,” she interrupted.
“That’s the plan,” he told her. “Then we’re going to visit a specialty shop I use and pick out some nice new toys.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Maybe even handcuffs and a flogger or two.”
“And then?”
“Then we’re going to your house to start moving your things over here that you need to be comfortable with. I don’t want you running across the street every time you need something. That defeats the purpose.”
“I can definitely handle that,” she assured him.
“And last night was good, Lanie? You’re all right with everything?”
She lay back on the pillows and pulled his head down to her. “Everything’s fine. You never know. If I keep reading my erotic romances, I might come up with a few variations of my own.”
His hand slid under the covers and cupped her mound, heat blazing in his eyes. “I can hardly wait.”
What with one thing and another, it was a long time before they finally left the house. But neither of them objected.
I always wanted adventure and change in my life, and I certainly got it. I grew up in Maine, a beautiful place to live, then lived in the Midwest and Florida. Now I make my home in the Hill Country of Texas, truly God's chosen place on earth. My husband, David, is a sixth generation Texan, tracing his roots here back to the time when Texas was a Republic, so retiring here was a dream we finally fulfilled.
I've had a lot of firsts in my life – first female sports report on The Michigan Daily at the University of Michigan; first woman to own a rock and roll agency in Detroit, the home of Motown; first woman president of the Pasco (Florida) Economic Development Council.
I graduated from the University of Michigan with a double major in English and History, and a minor in Economics, and went on to have at least four careers. When my children were small, I satisfied my need for writing by working for weekly newspapers. I had a wild and wacky time managing rock and roll bands. I joined the insanity of retail with a string of shoe stores. I worked in fundraising, public affairs and community relations. But writing fiction was always my dream. I had a lot of stops and starts, but it wasn't until we retired that I could devote myself to it full time.
My wonderful husband, David, encourages me and supports me in my dream. Our children are all grown and on their own, and are my biggest fans.
When I'm not writing I'm an avid reader – anything and everything – and watching football, especially my beloved Michigan Wolverines. David and I golf and target shoot, and of course enjoy life in the gorgeous Texas Hill Country, where most of my stories are based.
I am a member of Romance Writers of America, and San Antonio Romance Authors, Diamond State Romance Authors, and Passionate Ink chapter of RWA.
Email: desireeholt@desireeholt.com
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