Ellie crawled
between the cool, crisp sheets of her bed. She pulled the heavy duvet up,
tucking it under her left arm as she rolled to her right side. Her eyes closed
under the silky padding of her sleep mask. She hated the thing but, with Robbie
having been called in on an emergency at the hospital, it was better to wear it
than risk being woken up by the blazing bedroom lights when he came home.
She huffed, rolling
to her back as bitter disappointment flooded through her again. They’d lined up
sleepovers for the kids at friend’s houses earlier in the week and had put
their names on the guest list at Stratosphere,
their favorite club. Everything had been set for a night on the town, just the
two of them and any possible playmates they might come across.
Robbie had just
finished cinching the waist on her corset when his cell phone rang. She’d
glanced over her shoulder at him, silently willing him not to answer. He’d
given her an apologetic smile and reached for the BlackBerry dancing on his
dresser with each vibrating ring.
And so, she lay
alone instead of dancing with her husband or flirting with someone else’s.
She’d removed her scarlet silk corset, black micro mini and fishnet stockings
while Robbie asked the nurse on the phone for patient details and gave
temporary orders for the staff to carry out until he arrived. In five brief
minutes, her evening had gone from hours of expected fun to her alone.
While Robbie changed
from his club attire to scrubs, Ellie had thrown a short robe over her
nakedness and wandered out to the kitchen. She’d packed him a quick lunch
consisting of an energy drink, two protein bars and an apple. Judging by the
questions he’d fired off in rapid succession, whatever waited for him at the
hospital was a doozey and he’d need food that could be eaten quickly but would
pack maximum nutrition.
After kissing him
goodbye, Ellie stood in the foyer, contemplating her situation. She bit her
bottom lip, her fingers toying with her satiny robe belt. Maybe the night
wasn’t a total wash. She could give Franco a call and see what he was doing. As
quick as the idea formed, Ellie dismissed it. Who was she kidding? On a Friday
night, Franco was most likely at Stratosphere
as she had planned to be.
Resigned to a night
alone, she’d washed her face to remove the small amount of makeup and then climbed
into bed.
~*~
Voices murmuring
nearby woke Eleanor up. She rolled to her back, reaching to remove the sleep
mask as a weight depressed the mattress on her left side. Firm hands covered
hers, pressing her wrists to the pillow, and stopped Ellie from uncovering her
eyes.
“Robbie?” Her voice
quavered and Eleanor bit her lip in consternation. This was her husband, not
some stranger to be afraid of. And yet, when his weight shifted closer, she
shivered as fear licked up her spine. The alarm hadn’t gone off, this had to be
Robbie.
Ellie wrinkled her
nose, the scent of sharp hospital antiseptic and Robbie’s cologne threatening
to make her sneeze as they always did. What was he up to? He usually showered
before coming to bed.
His breath gusted
over her cheek, warm and… minty? Eleanor processed the new information. He’d
brushed his teeth at some point but neglected to change out of his scrubs.
“What are you…” she
began. Clearly, he was up to something. Robbie usually smelled of protein bars
and grape energy drinks when he came home from an emergency.
Soft lips pressed to
hers, gently insisting she open up and let him in. Ellie frowned, but complied.
Whatever he was doing, her husband obviously planned on trying to make up for
cutting their evening short.
The bed dipped on
her right and Ellie broke the kiss. She pulled against Robbie’s firm grip, her
arms twisting as she struggled for release, but he refused to let her go.
“Who’s there?” she
asked. Her heart fluttered frantically as panic took root. “Robbie? What’s
going on? Let me take this off. I can’t see.”
Robbie chuckled, the
soft exhalations billowing across her chest. Eleanor’s eyes shifted back and
forth behind the mask. The pillow case rustled beneath her head as she turned
blindly toward him.
“Relax, hun. I’ve brought Mickael as an
apology. Shush, leave the mask on, and enjoy.”
He transferred the
grip on her hands to the other male and Ellie waited, curious to see what the
two of them would do next. Robbie’s weight left the bed and Eleanor’s panic
returned. She twisted her body toward him, silently pleading for him to return.
“I’m going to take a
quick shower,” Robbie announced through the rustle of heavy cotton. The sharp
snap of the hamper lid told her he’d removed his scrubs. “Go ahead and start
without me. Mick will take good care of you, babe.”
“Oui.” Soft and
sexy, a chuckle caressed the shell of her right ear and Ellie turned toward it.
A hint of peppery lemon and soft musk enticed her to move closer to its source.
Citrus and sandalwood. Yum.
Her memory jogged
and Ellie’s eyes widened, her lashes brushing the satin back of her mask. She’d
heard talk about this man. Mickael, the sensual Frenchman all the women at Stratosphere went weak in the knees over
when he made an appearance. If the rumors were true…
“They are,” he
whispered in her ear. Ellie jerked. Oh lord, she’d spoken out loud. “Mostly.
Les filles, they like to exaggerate.”
She cocked her head
to the right, trying to make sense of how Robbie could have arranged this
encounter when, suddenly, Ellie found her fingertips pressed to flesh. Firm and
smooth, Mickael’s thick pectoral flexed under her touch. Ellie flattened her
palm, her fingers brushing over the hairless surface.
Her thumb
encountered the soft, raised nub of Mick’s nipple and she smiled as his breath
hitched. Emboldened by his response, Ellie flicked her nail over the tip until
it hardened into a sharp point.
Mickael pressed her
left hand into the pillow beside her head, his momentum bending her right arm
as he leaned closer. Breath held in anticipation, Ellie slid her free hand
around his torso. Muscles bunched beneath her fingertips, goose bumps forming
on his skin as her touch skated across the shallow dips of his ribs to the wide
flare of his back.
Warm moisture
slicked across her lower lip, a slow, gentle caress seeking permission to
enter. Ellie gasped and, in the split second it took to pull in the small burst
of air, Mick took possession of her mouth.
He invaded her
senses. Warm, silky and bearing the light aftertastes of minty toothpaste and
beer, his tongue caressed hers. Supple and smooth, Mick’s body pressed in,
enveloping Ellie in a sensual cocoon that had her panting and scooting closer.
Ellie’s hips twisted
toward Mickael, her earlier misgivings forgotten as he mastered her mouth and
woke up the fire banked deep within her belly. She moaned, moisture flowing
between her thighs. His tongue slid alongside hers in a slow, lingering kiss that
held a promise of things to come.
Cool air whispered
over her, layering Ellie’s skin with goose flesh, and pulled a delicious shiver
through her limbs. The blankets slid away, freeing her from the confines of their
warm cocoon, and she sighed into Mick’s mouth. Her hips rotated, one thigh
parting from the other to cradle him as he leaned in further.
He works with his hands, she mused fleetingly as he
released her left hand and brushed his fingers down her ribcage. His palms,
callused and rough like fine grit sandpaper, skimmed the contours of her waist
and abdomen, slowly stoking the fire in her belly from the tingle of light
embers to a smoldering intensity.
Back arched, Ellie
offered herself up to Mickael’s touch like a tasty morsel on the proverbial
plate. He abandoned her mouth, nipping along her jawline in search of other
pursuits and Eleanor’s lips pouted at the loss of heat his kisses provided
them. She opened her mouth to demand he continue their sensual oral dance when
he licked up her throat and bit down gently. Her pulse leapt—the words on the
tip of her tongue cut off by a moan and full-body shudder.
“Tu aimes?” he said.
She had no idea what
he’d asked but nodded anyway. If he wanted to give more caresses like the last
one, she’d agree to just about anything.
Ellie pressed
herself tighter against him, her thigh wrapped around his lower back, foot
slowly caressing the soft fabric of his… jeans? She pushed the thought aside.
Plenty of time to puzzle over his wardrobe later. For now, she needed to focus
on the heated path his mouth trailed over her collarbones toward her aching
breasts and the teasing way his fingers inched up the underside of her left calf.
“Mick,” she sighed
as the heat of his torso pressed into the soft dip of her abdomen. He rubbed
against her, the heat of his body chasing away the chill on Ellie’s skin with
each sweep of his hands and press of his lips.
Finally, the
scalding bliss of his mouth closed around her left nipple. The flick of his
tongue sent ecstasy blasting through her, lifting Eleanor’s back off the bed.
She pinched her nails into his shoulder, her body taut as a bow against
Mickael’s.
“Now that’s a sight
I like to walk in on,” Robbie’s voice nudged its way through the haze of lust
and Ellie smirked. The mattress dipped as he joined them, his body wash
tickling her nose with its sexy aroma of vanilla and spices.
Strong, supple and
free of calluses, Robbie’s neurosurgeon’s hand smoothed along her left arm, his
fingers tangling with Ellie’s as he pulled her limb toward him. Cotton rasped
beneath her head, her mouth seeking her husband’s while that of her lover
traveled further down Eleanor’s torso.
“Robbie,” she
murmured against his lips before he caught them up in a quick kiss. His tongue
slid over hers in a silky, teasing swipe and then retreated. Robbie’s lips
brushed the whorl of her ear, the soft flicker of his breath making the fine
hairs on her scalp stand on end.
Solid warmth bumped
her hand at the exact moment Mickael’s tongue dipped inside her belly button.
Ellie’s fingers twitched, wrapping around something that no longer felt like
Robbie’s hand. He’d released her at some point and now she gripped…
Firm, somewhat
pliant and warm to the touch, a strong pulse beat beneath her fingertips. The
length of Robbie’s cock jerked as Ellie stroked it once, twice and then a third
time.
Distracted by the thrust
of her husband’s penis against her palm, Ellie momentarily forgot about the
other man in their bed. Her lips closed over the swollen glans, precum coating
her tongue as he slid into her mouth.
Heat swept up the
seam of her core, the flat of Mickael’s tongue licking up the steady ooze of
her juices. Eleanor moaned around the thickness in her mouth, her hips jerking
up insistently for more.
Mickael gave her
what she wanted. The hard point of his tongue slid between her folds, seeking
and finding the swollen bundle of nerves nestled inside. Her mind reeled at the
expert way he worked her clit just the way she liked. Hard and fast, then slow
and teasing; the perfect combination to drive her nuts and over the edge in a
heartbeat.
Ellie whimpered with
need, her mouth moving up and down Robbie’s cock with increasing frenzy. The
way his hips pumped against her, his fingers fisted tightly in her hair—clearly
he was enjoying the show.
She bucked against
Mick, her body tight and slicked with the need to come. Digging her nails into
Robbie’s ass cheek, Eleanor cried out her orgasm as he pulled out of her mouth
and spilled thick, creamy ropes of cum on her chest.
“Incroyable,” Mick
murmured as he slid up her body. He kissed her hungrily, stealing away what
little breath Ellie had left.
Robbie let out a
husky laugh. “I told you she was. Let’s get her cleaned up. The condoms are on
the nightstand, by the way.”
“God, yes.” Ellie
whispered. “Suit up. I want you inside of me, Mick. Now.”
Both men chuckled,
the bed shifting as they repositioned; one reaching for a condom and the other
for a cloth, she assumed.
A damp, slightly
chilled cloth swept over her chest and Ellie flinched momentarily. Robbie
leaned in, the bed shifting as he whispered in her ear.
“I love seeing you
come like that,” he complimented. “You’re my little slut. I love it.”
She quirked up a
corner of her lips at the nickname she shamelessly let him call her. He’d said
it once while they’d been having sex together and Ellie had been surprised at
how it turned her on.
The bed shifted on
her right as Mickael rejoined them. She lay quietly as the mattress wobbled
beneath her, the sound of skin shifting across the comforter alerting her to
someone’s movements.
One of the men
sighed, low and contented, and she realized what was going on. Mick must have
lost some of his erection while Robbie cleaned her up and now her husband was
helping the other man regain his former stiffness.
“Take the blindfold
off, please?” she pleaded. “I want to see.”
Robbie grunted his
assent and Eleanor whipped off the sleep mask. She blinked to focus her eyes
against the soft haze of the bedside lamps. The sight that greeted her stole
Ellie’s breath and heated her blood with desire.
Palms braced on the
bed, head rocked back on his shoulders, Mick reclined in the middle of their
play zone. He wore a look of pure ecstasy on his handsome face as Robbie’s dark
blond head bobbed up and down in his lap.
“Baby,” she choked
out breathlessly. “That’s so damn hot.”
In all of their
years swinging together, she and Robbie had very rarely come across other men
who were comfortable with the attentions of another man. Mickael appeared to be
not only comfortable but enjoying himself immensely. His lips parted, breath
hissing with each strong pull of the mouth fastened tightly on his cock. The
man was beautiful. They both were.
Torn between
watching to see where things went and the desire to have Mick deep inside of
her, Ellie chewed on her bottom lip. Robbie began to suck a bit faster and that
decided her.
Eleanor gripped her
husband’s shoulder and tugged gently. “Enough, Robbie. You’ll spoil him before
I ever get a chance.”
Robbie plunged down
once more, and then pulled back slowly. He released Mickael’s heavy erection
with a small audible pop. Turning his face to her, Robbie winked devilishly and
slid back out of the way.
“Fuck her from
behind, Mick,” he instructed. “She screams the loudest and comes the hardest
that way.”
Mickael brought his
gaze up to meet hers, the soft blue darkened by lust as he moved toward her.
Ellie turned her back to him, wiggling her rear in blatant invitation. He
rewarded her with a sharp smack on the ass.
“Bad girl,” he
murmured against her ear as he fit himself against the back of her. “I’ll have
to teach you a lesson if you keep that up, Cherie.”
Ellie smirked,
reaching back to grip his hips as she executed a slow, sensual grind against
the thick ridge of his erection. Mickael sucked in a surprised breath and then
let it out on a slow groan. He rested his forehead on her shoulder, the fine
sheen of moisture on his skin chilly against her heat.
“Bring it,” she
teased.
She caught the
quick, determined nod of his head as Mick bent her forward forcefully. Ellie
braced herself—palms flat on the bed, rear end tucked tight against his hips.
Eyes closed, lower lip caught between her teeth, she waited for him to push
inside of her… and waited.
Sighing, Ellie
opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder. Mickael reared back then, his
shaft poised at her opening and thrust into her. In one solid push, he seated
himself fully inside.
Eleanor cried out.
Her back arched and her head rolled back on her shoulders as she rocked her
hips to meet him. Stretched nearly to the point of pain, Ellie held still for a
moment.
Heart racing, skin
tingling with trepidation, Eleanor swallowed several strangled breaths.
“Ellie?” Robbie
asked in a voice tinged with concern.
She nodded, glancing
over her shoulder at both men. “I’m okay. Just a little surprised.” Turning her
gaze to Mick, she smiled. “Don’t stop now. I just need a bit of working in.”
He grinned, winking
mischievously. “Do not worry. I will work you in, and out, ma belle.”
Mickael pulled back
slowly, the delicious slide of his cock sparking currents of heat inside of
her. With deliberate care, he pushed back in, stretching her to accommodate
him.
With each stroke and
counterstroke her body responded to his with increasing ferocity. Her muscles
quivered with each thrust, thighs and arms protesting the demands she forced
upon them.
Ellie clenched her
jaw between cries of pleasure. Her nerves sizzled on overdrive, soaring,
rushing toward the maelstrom that waited for her just beyond the next peak. She
opened her eyes as the bed dipped by her hands and she looked into the clear
hazel of Robbie’s.
He smiled lovingly
at her. “Come for me, my little slut. Scream my name while he’s fucking you.”
She moaned, eyes
rolling back in ecstasy as her body overloaded and crashed over the precipice. Robbie’s
timing had been perfect. Ellie screamed his name, her back arched bowstring
tight as Mickael locked his hips to hers and they came together.
Robbie’s murmured,
“Beautiful” mingled with Mick’s grunt of “Estie, oui” and Ellie’s whispered
“Holy crap”. Her soft chuckle at the trio of exclamations turned to a mournful
moan as Mickael pulled out and left her feeling empty after having been fuller
than ever before.
Eleanor’s arms gave
out then and she dropped down, her cheek resting on Robbie’s thigh. She panted,
exhausted and completely satisfied with how her evening had turned out.
“Remind me,” she
said between short breaths. “To ask later how you found each other. I’m too
blissed out to care right now.”
Robbie chuckled as
he caressed her shoulder. “I will. Rest now, we’re not done yet.”
Ellie closed her
eyes and relaxed, sure the men would find ways to entertain each other while
she took a short power nap. She didn’t think she’d ever get upset again when
Robbie got called in on emergencies. Not if it meant she got rewarded with more
evenings like this one.
Paging Dr. Avery,
anyone?
Danielle Gavan
Paranormal and Erotic Romance Author
Ardeur
~ Tarnished
Tiaras ~ Cursed
~ UnWrapped
~ The
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