Текст книги "Only Pleasure"

Автор книги: Lora Leigh

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Kia arched and cried out against Khalid’s lips as Chase’s lips found her sex. He tore her panties. She felt the delicate lace rip. The air in the limo seemed to burn bright with heated lust.

Khalid’s lips lifted as he stared down her body, but it was Chase’s expression that held Kia spellbound.

He had her legs spread wide. One high heel was propped on the opposite seat, the skirt of her gown bunched at her hips as he stared at the slick, bared folds of her pussy. The swollen lips glistened with her juices, the bud of her clit peeked out, throbbing with arousal, with the need for touch.

She lifted to him, uncertain why he had stopped, needing him.

“Chase.” She whispered his name, uncertain now. Had she done something wrong?

His eyes lifted to hers. His face was flushed, his eyes glittered, and when he licked his lips she thought she would pass out from the arousal.

“You waxed.” His voice was hoarse.

“I thought you wanted…” She broke off, hating the feeling of vulnerability, the fear she had turned him off when she had so wanted to turn him on.

“Wanted?” He reached out, his fingers running through her juices and causing her to jerk, to flinch at the incredible sense of pleasure that tore across her nerve endings. “God, Kia. You’re going to make me crazy.”

His voice didn’t sound disapproving. He sounded hungry. He looked hungry. He looked desperate for the taste of her. He licked his lips again, inhaled audibly.

“Have we seen anything so incredibly beautiful?” Khalid groaned then, his hand smoothing down her torso, heading for the slick flesh Chase’s lips hovered over.

Kia’s eyes widened as Chase’s fingers snapped over the other man’s wrist, his eyes glittering with something she told herself she couldn’t convince herself was possessiveness.

“As you wish, my friend.” Khalid eased his hand back up along her body, hooked his fingers on the rounded edge of her bodice and pulled it over her breast.

Sapphire lace encased it. The half bra revealed the nipple of the exposed mound as Chase watched, hard fingers rasping over it.

“'We’ll be at her apartment soon,” Khalid warned him.

“Too soon,” Chase whispered, his breath blowing over her, causing her hips to jerk in reaction, driving the flesh of her pussy closer to his lips.

“Chase, please.” She had waited, she had longed for this. She had needed it like she had never needed anything.

She watched, mesmerized, entranced, falling into a well of sensuality as his tongue distended, tucked into the folds, and licked up.

His eyes stayed on hers, but all she could see was his tongue, parting the slit, gathering her juices, and finally stroking softly, too gently, around the engorged bud of her clit.

“Chase.” His name was a wail of pleasure as Khalid’s fingers enclosed the bared nipple and tightened.

Twin sensations. Violent upheaval. The twisting flames ripped over her nerve endings, centered in her womb, and drew every muscle tight throughout her body.

She was close. So close. Pleasure was tearing through her as she fought to hold on to her senses. Fought and knew she didn’t want to. She wanted to collapse into it, let it expand and explode through her until there was nothing left of her but the sensations building inside her.

“Chase, we’re near her apartment now.” Khalid spoke again, his hand cupping her breast before he eased the material back over it.

Chase didn’t stop. His tongue licked, his lips closed over her clit as her fingers tangled in his hair, her legs closed on his head, and the flames began to whip through her. Just Chase, just his lips.

“Yes,” she cried out. “Suck it. Oh God, Chase, suck it. Make me come. Make me come now.”

Her back bowed and the orgasm that slammed through her ripped through her soul. Brilliant, white-hot heat, sparks, and explosions until she could see the whiplash of it behind her closed lashes and feel it racing through her body.

And it wasn’t enough.

When he jerked back, her eyes opened, a whimper leaving her lips at the sight of him licking his lips, tasting her further, his eyes darker, his expression suffused with lust.

“We’re here, Chase,” Khalid stated, his tone without inflection, carefully spoken. “Do you require me?”

Kia watched him, watched his eyes flicker from Khalid to the flesh he had just risen from. He licked his lips again, his jaw bunching, his chest heaving with his breaths.

“I require you,” he finally stated harshly before his eyes connected with hers, fierce, raging with lust and a hint, perhaps, just a hint of a challenge. “Only for the pleasure.”

And Kia’s lips trembled once before she smiled, reached out, and eased a smear of her dampness from his chin with her thumb.

“Only for the pleasure,” she agreed.

Kia stepped into the elevator, Chase’s arm wrapped around her. Khalid, strangely amused, watched as the digital display ticked to her floor.

They stepped into the quiet, elegant hall and Kia slid her key from the small inner pocket of her cloak before handing it to Chase.

He hit the security code into the wall pad, and it didn’t surprise her that he had memorized the code. A second later, he was drawing her into the apartment.

The gas-fire logs were still lit. She’d left them on for comfort, something warm to ease the loneliness when she entered alone.

“Do you want coffee?” She swallowed tightly as he drew the cloak from her. “Anything?”

He tossed the garment over a nearby chair and led her through the house, drawing her unerringly into the bedroom and the huge bed she had never slept in.

“Did you share the bed with Drew?” He stopped at the doorway, staring into the large room with its king-size bed, heavy posts, and vine-wrapped metal canopy overhead.

“It’s new,” she whispered.

She had replaced everything in the apartment when Drew moved out—the ultra-contemporary furniture he had insisted on, the bland dark wood furniture in the bedroom, all of it.

“Has another man slept here with you?” He drew her into the room as she stared up at him.

His eyes were fierce, his dark brows lowered, his expression almost savage as she shook her head.

“I sleep on the couch,” she whispered, waving toward the door as his arm hooked around her waist and pulled her to him.

“Not tonight you don’t.” His lips came down on hers, his tongue pushing against hers, forcing her to tangle with his as her breath caught at the surge of heat and emotion that tore from inside her.

She didn’t know where Khalid was. She forgot about him being there except in the most distant reaches of her mind.

She felt Chase, inside and out. His hands bunching up her dress, then pulling back enough to draw it over her head.

She was missing her panties again. She allowed herself a satisfied little smile at the thought. He had torn her panties from her in the limo. Again. Chase did like tearing her panties from her.

As her dress slipped to the floor she felt Khalid behind her, drawing the sapphire-studded pins from her hair.

Chase tilted his head, his lips slanting over hers again and she wondered if he knew he was branding her spirit with this kiss. That he was taking her, opening far more than her lips to his kiss.

She felt her hair flow around her shoulders then, felt Khalid’s hands sifting through it, massaging her scalp, and she moaned at the feeling, her hands clutching at Chase’s shoulders as Khalid kissed her shoulders before his hands moved to them, stroking them, his thumbs sinking into the muscle there, and she swore she could feel Chase’s kiss in the muscles relaxing beneath his fingers.

She felt Chase’s kiss in every fiber of her body.

When his lips lifted, she whimpered at the loss, clutched his shoulders harder and almost moaned when he lifted her into his arms and laid her on the bed.

Where Khalid was stretching out beside her. Khalid’s lips covered hers then, drawing her away from Chase as she fought to hold on to him.

She tore her lips from Khalid’s, searching for Chase, found him beside the bed, stripping.

Khalid’s lips slid to her neck, his hand stroked her stomach, thumbs circling, relieving and yet building the sensual pressure growing inside her as Chase moved to the bed.

“Lift up, little one.” Khalid eased her up, then unclipped her bra.

Chase eased the straps from her shoulders and tossed it aside. He pulled her shoes from her feet, rolled her stockings from her legs, his lips following the path, kissing and licking her flesh as he found erogenous zones she hadn’t known she had.

She was naked now, lying atop the thick comforter of her bed, vines twisting overhead as primal heat began to build in the room.

“Such beauty, Chase,” Khalid murmured as he cupped her breast. “Silk and satin warmth. It is a pleasure to be a third to such a beautiful woman.”

Chase’s gaze sharpened on Khalid. The other man was always a compliment factory when it came to women, but his voice seemed deeper now, arcing with a different sort of satisfaction from what Chase had heard in his voice before.

Chase picked up the small bottle of oil Khalid had placed on the long table at the foot of the bed.

He warmed it between his hands, watching her as she watched him. Her eyes were sapphire bright in her flushed face, filled with desire, sensuality, with all the need and hunger a woman felt.

He picked up her foot and rubbed the oil into it as Khalid took the bottle, warmed the oil similarly and lifted her against him.

Kia reclined against his chest, her lashes drifting closed as the other man worked the muscles of her arms slowly. Chase followed suit along her small feet, up her slender legs.

By the time he reached her thighs she was moaning, arching up to him, her legs spreading of their own volition as he came between them.

He pressed them farther apart, and she followed his lead easily. Her arousal was past the point of embarrassment. She was open to him, completely. The soft, dewy folds of her flesh parted, flowered open.

Soft pink flesh was flushed with need, the folds swollen, her clit engorged and throbbing once again. She tasted like desire itself. Hot and liquid sweet, rolling against his tongue like the finest nectar. And demanding. She had been demanding in the limo, demanding that he suck that little bud, that he give her release.

His teeth clenched before he leaned far over, parted them and pulled a soft fold between his lips. He licked over it, showing her why she wanted her flesh waxed and smooth and bared to his touch.

She whimpered at the sensations across sensitive nerve endings. Her lashes were lowered over her gem-bright eyes, her expression dazed, filled with the sensual eroticism racing through all of them.

She was exquisite in her pleasure, allowing them complete freedom to her body, allowing herself any pleasure they would give her.

She gave as well. She opened herself, took them, once the pleasure began to gain strength inside her, she touched and stroked and demanded her due. He wasn’t used to that. A woman demanding to give as well as take. The women he had shared in the past had accepted the full pleasure as their due, and it was. To allow two lovers to watch her pleasure, to share her body, to fulfill the darkness of their own desires with her, they were due the complete absorption in that pleasure.

As he let himself taste her, caress her fragile flesh with his lips and tongue, he watched as her arms lifted from the bed, fingers curling over his shoulders, massaging as Khalid massaged her arms. Her head tilted to the side to allow the other man access with his lips as his hands covered her heaving breasts, rubbing the oil into them.

The room had the scent of thunder and lightning. Rain and a storm and the soft scent of a woman.

Her lashes lifted, and she swore Chase was staring into her soul. Instinct held him, because he didn’t have the mind to know which caress came next, which would fuel her pleasure higher. He stared into the soul of a woman for the first time in his life.

He saw the vulnerability and the fears, he saw the joy and the sorrow, and he saw much more binding them than there ever should have been.

Pie turned his head from her, pressed a kiss tight to her thigh as he groaned her name. When he turned back her eyes were closed, her hands were in his hair, dragging him back to the humid flesh and the pleasure.

Only pleasure, he reminded himself. Just for the pleasure.

He lubricated his fingers and eased them against her rear as Khalid slid away and allowed her to lie back on the bed.

She twisted against him as he applied the lightest pressure to her rear with the slickened tips of his fingers.

“More,” she cried out softly. “Oh God, Chase. I need more.”

She lifted to him, pressed against his fingers and he was panting as the tips of two fingers disappeared inside her.

There was a point where arousal, sheer sensation, bred a very thin line between pleasure and pain for a woman. When she could take more, she demanded more touch than ever before. Chase could feel her reaching that point. He let her demand, let her take as she needed.

Kia felt Chase’s tongue plunge inside the ultrasensitive depths of her pussy even as she pressed against the penetration of his fingers, forcing them deeper inside her.

She was riding his fingers, even as he added a third, pressing them together to allow her to ease them inside her. She took them, crying out at the sensations, feeling the spirals of intensity swirling through her.

Khalid’s lips moved to her nipples with a hungry sound, and as her head turned, his erection, thick and throbbing, tempted her. She lifted one hand from Chase’s hair, wrapped it around Khalid’s shaft and drew the heat to her lips.

“Fuck.” Khalid was breathing roughly now, his voice hoarse as she sucked on the engorged head and drove herself on Chase’s fingers.

Wild, vicious hunger tore through her. It was only for the pleasure, and she wanted that pleasure. All of it. She wanted to be what she felt growing inside her, tearing through her. A woman who could pleasure as well as be pleasured.

She flicked her tongue over his cock as her fingers slid to his balls and then back up the shaft. She sucked and stroked until he was tensing over her, his body straightening as he obviously fought the need to pump against her mouth.

Chase stared up at her as he stretched his fingers inside her, and felt her accommodating them. She was demanding, racing toward climax even as he drew back.

Her mouth was full of another man’s cock, and he felt, rather than anger or jealous, a sense of pride, and also one of possession. But possession wasn’t allowable.

He watched Khalid’s expression, as well as Kia’s. A part of him on guard, wary, making certain. Khalid was a third, nothing more; Chase wouldn’t allow anything more. The thought of it tightened his chest and whipped through the natural dominance that rose inside him.

Kia felt Chase’s fingers easing from her as Khalid drew back, stretching out on the bed.

Eroticism suffused her. Heat warmed her. And for now, for right now, she could have every desire she had ever fantasized about. And she would take it, even knowing, when it came time for him to leave, it would hurt more than it had before.

“You’re wild, Kia,” Chase accused her, moving up her body, pausing to suck her nipples, his cock rubbing against her lower stomach.

“I want,” she moaned. “Don’t make me wait. I’ve waited too long. Now, Chase.”

He kissed her, loved her mouth. God, he loved her lips, the way she opened for him, took his kiss and returned it. He staked his ownership on it and couldn’t draw back, even as he realized exactly what he was doing.

“Take what you want,” he whispered, drawing back. “What do you want, Kia? How do you want it?” Take what she wanted?

“Is that what you want, Chase?” She stared back at him, feeling that wildness gathering inside her in a tight ball of heat in her womb.

He stared back at her. There was challenge and demand in his expression, confidence and certainty. It would take more to pique his male dominance than the hunger rising inside her.

“Whatever you want, Kia.” He leaned back between her thighs. “What do you want, baby?”

She moved, sliding gracefully across the comforter, aware of both men watching her now.

She took the oil that lay on the bed, opened the small bottle, and poured some into her hands before recapping it. She warmed it between her palms. “Anything I want?”

“Anything you want.” His voice was strangled as she came to her knees, both hands wrapping around his cock, stroking, sliding along the shaft, the engorged head, caressing it as she longed to caress it.

His head fell back as Khalid shifted behind her. A second later, she felt hands smoothing the oil over her ass, along the cleft, meeting the lubricated entrance as his lips pressed against her thigh.

“I want you in my mouth,” she whispered as her lips caressed Chase’s chest, her gaze lifting to stare back at him. “It’s yours.” His hands stroked her back.

“I want all of you in my mouth.” She nipped at the hard muscle, her hands pumping his cock.

Chase’s eyes narrowed back at her.

“I want you to come in my mouth, Chase,” she whispered. “I want to taste all of you, feel all of you. Just you.”

His jaw bunched. Chase felt his cock flex as she began kissing her way down his body, the thought of coming in her mouth was destroying him. It was something he never did. Something he refused himself.

He should use a condom. He’d always been safe, and with his lifestyle he had no other choice. Always particular in the women he shared, and always, exactingly, safe with himself as well as his partner.

And this little hellion wanted to taste him?

He felt her lips cover the head of his erection and gritted his teeth, fighting the overwhelming urge to give her exactly what she wanted. Hell, giving it to her wouldn’t affect pleasuring her. He stayed hard for her. It didn’t matter how often he took her, he always wanted more.

Kia filled her mouth with the taste of her lover. She sucked at the head slow and deep, her tongue flickering over it as she tasted the subtle hint of flavor the oil added to his flesh.

She stroked with one hand, the other moved between his thighs, cupping his balls and caressing them. Mimicking every book she had read, every dirty movie she had watched in preparation for this.

As she caressed her lover, Khalid’s lips moved between her thighs, licking her pussy, his tongue pushing inside her, his fingers opening her rear farther, making her crazy for more.

She wanted his cock inside her. She wanted Chase. She wanted every sensation whipping through her until she was exploding between them.

“Come, beauty,” Khalid whispered as she felt him move, lying back on the bed, drawing her thighs over him. “Take what you need.”

His cock tucked against her pussy and she whimpered, moaned, and moved it out of reach. She wouldn’t have him there. Not there. She lifted and evaded the thickly crested erection until she had it where she wanted it.

“Kia.” Chase forced her to pause, pulling back, staring down at her. “This position won’t be as easy for you.”

“Whose pleasure?” she whispered, shaking, trembling as Khalid held her hips, supported her as she pressed herself down on the thick erection.

“Your pleasure, Kia. Any pleasure you need.”

“Oh God.”

She had never taken anything in this position. Neither in her rear, nor her sex. She had never known it was possible until she had watched the videos with it. Had never imagined she could do it.

She forgot about anything but the erotic intensity now. Chase eased her up until her upper body was straight, her rear flaring open, taking the hard cock as she stared back at Chase.

“Chase.” She was shaking.

She could feel herself parting. There was no other sensation to detract from this, nothing to ease the brutal reality or the violent pleasure tearing through her.

“Slow and easy, sweetheart.” He lifted first one leg, then the other, drawing them forward, easing her back as Khalid’s hands continued to support her. “Take him slow and easy.”

Chase watched as the thick, dark flesh of Khalid’s erection worked inside her. Khalid knew a woman’s body better than most men. Knew when to dominate, when to give up the lead.

Chase reached out, parted the swollen, flushed curves of her pussy and watched her juices ease from her vagina to seep along the flesh of Khalid’s cock that she hadn’t yet taken.

He had never watched this. Never watched a woman take this intimate penetration. But he was watching Kia. Watching as her thighs tightened and she worked Khalid deeper inside her, her cries rising as need rose inside him like an addictive craving. It tightened his stomach, clenched in his balls.

He wondered what it would be like, just once, to take her alone. To use the mirror, to feel her, possess all of her.

“I want to taste you,” she cried out again, her voice ragged as more than half the length of Khalid’s flesh pierced her. “Chase. Please. Now.”

He moved to her, resting on his knees as she turned her head to him and filled her mouth.

“Damn you,” he snarled. Because he didn’t have to stop watching. As he glanced back to her spread thighs, he saw the mirror on the bureau. Across from the foot of the bed. And there, in full display, was the sight of Kia taking the heavy erection up her ass.

He had to fuck her. He was dying to fuck her.

Her mouth was working over his cock, each sucking draw pulling at the cum filling his balls.

“Khalid?”

“Ah, fuck. Don’t make me talk,” Khalid snarled. “By damn, she’s like a fist around me, Chase.”

“Can you hold on?” Just for a minute, he wanted just long enough to fill her mouth before he pushed himself inside that tight pussy.

“Can I die when we’re done?” Khalid panted. “Ah, hell. She’s milking me. You’d better hurry.”

Hurry?

He closed his eyes, loosed the control quickly fraying and gave her what she wanted. He felt himself exploding, her name on his lips, his semen spurting into her mouth as he lost something, felt something inside him tear free and pour into her along with his seed.

She was crying, moaning, sucking at his release and taking all of him. And she was hotter, her face filled with more pleasure, with more eroticism than she’d had when she touched the other man.

Drawing back, Chase knew. Something. He needed to think. He needed to think now, and there was no thinking. There was nothing but the need to bury himself inside her.

“Support her, Khalid.” He moved between her thighs, looked, and nearly lost his breath.

Khalid was buried deep inside her, his balls drawn tight; his own need to release had to be torturous.

“Sweet little heart.” Khalid held her close to his chest now, her head laying on his shoulder as she stared back at Chase.

“My pleasure?” she whispered.

“Your pleasure.”

His cock was painfully hard. He wouldn’t last as long as he should, but there was always later. After she rested, napped, he could have more of her. And more of her.

He pressed inside her.

“Oh fuck. Kia. Damn you. Damn you.”

Her pussy was blistering hot, so tight, so snug, he could barely push into her. The violently sensitive flesh of his cock was screaming out in renewed lust. Her juices dampened it, soaked his flesh and hers as he worked inside her.

“Damn, Chase. No more like this,” Khalid was snarling beneath her. “I thought you had better sense.”

Better sense? A man was supposed to be in control when Kia’s arms reached for him, when she spread her thighs farther and lifted her legs, gripping his hips even as the position buried Khalid deeper within her.

“Hard,” she whispered. “Take me hard, Chase.”

He shook his head, sweat running down his neck, his chest. She was too tight. He didn’t want to hurt her.

“I need harder.” She writhed, her feet pressed into the backs of his thighs and she moved her hips, lifting and lowering herself as Khalid’s strangled groan beneath warned Chase the other man was reaching his limit.

He gripped her thighs and pushed. His head fell back on his shoulders as he buried inside her in three hard thrusts, hearing her screams in his ears, her demand for more.

“Take me,” she was crying. “Take me hard. Oh God, Chase. Take me now. Hard and deep.”

It was a demand, filled with sexual heat and desperate need. And once he was buried inside her, he couldn’t stop.

His hands gripped her hips with bruising strength as he surged inside her, synchronizing with Khalid in a natural rhythm as he felt it. He felt his chest tightening as he watched her face, watched her watch him, watched emotions fill her, reach out to him, sink into his flesh.

“Chase, damn,” Khalid was snarling behind her, his face a mask of twisted pleasure as Kia reached up to him, touched his face, his lips. And exploded around him.

A heartbeat later his eyes widened. Khalid was shuddering behind her, buried inside her, as he released into a condom even as Chase hadn’t used one.

“Ah, God.” He was plunging inside her, stroking, desperate. He threw his head back, pulled from her with a snarl of rage and covered the painfully hard flesh with his fingers as spurts of release exploded from the throbbing head.

He pumped his hand over his cock, remembering nights, so many nights he had done this, thinking of her, dying to touch her. And now his release glistened on her belly, her thighs.

Her gaze was slumberous, exotic now. Sweat dampened, sated for the moment, she ran her fingers through the seed that had fallen to her belly and brought them to her mouth.

She tasted him.

Chase bent his head, touching his forehead to her breasts and fought. For the first time in his life, he had to fight the emotion, and he knew, if he wasn’t careful, this delicate affair would become more than just the pleasure. And when it did, it risked breaking both of them.