Pas du Tout

Content Advisory: m/f intercourse

A hip-high slit in her blue silk evening gown flashed glimpses of her shapely leg. Candlelight darkened her hair to blood red curls, faceted with a myriad of diamonds. Oliver’s fingers itched to reach out, to wrap a thick curl around his hand and haul her against him. Would her body be soft, pliant against his? Would her skin be as silky as her dress?

“A glass of champagne, Mr. Hutchinson?” a waitress asked.

“No,” he glanced to the left and smiled vacantly at her. “The lady in blue silk – do you have her name?”

The pretty blonde server looked over and nodded. “I’ve heard others call her Pascale.”

Hutch let his gaze rove over the object of his desire and the apparent guest of honor. She was, undoubtedly, the most feminine woman he’d ever laid eyes on and helped make the assignment her brothers had given him all the more palatable.

“Thank you,” he smiled at the young woman. She left him to his own devices and he let instinct kick in.

Bold as brass, he stepped up behind the redhead and trailed a finger down her back to where the dip of her dress exposed the upper curve of her ass. Silky smooth and warm, as he’d hoped. She turned and he stepped back, stunned by her incredible beauty and the deep sapphire eyes curiously looking up at him.

“Can I help you?” she gifted him with a brilliant smile. One delicate brow rose in question as she waited for his response.

Hutchinson coughed to dislodge the lump of lust in his throat and nodded. “I hope so. You’re Pascale, correct?”

She nodded and her smile widened. “Do I know you?”

“Not yet,” he grinned and offered her a hand. “Oliver Hutchinson.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Hutchinson.” Her eyes traveled over him and the ache in his groin increased. She placed a delicate hand in his. He brought it to his lips as she gave him her name. “Pascale du Tout.”

Oliver smirked as he realized the irony of her name. “Pas du Tout? Your parents had quite the sense of humour.”

“Not at all,” her lips curved. “My mother named me after my father. The play on words couldn’t be helped. Her family name made it a bit of a joke.”

His eyes roved over the ample cleavage and creamy skin above the deep plunge of her neckline. “Sweetheart, you’re anything but a joke. Breathtaking, yes. Heart stopping, absolutely. The object of every man in this room’s desire – hell, yes.”

Her sharp gasp drew his gaze back up to hers and he released her hand, but not before the minutest cascade of power flared between their palms. “You’re…”

“Fae,” he grasped her arm and steered Pascale toward the exit. “Your brothers sent me. Come, I’ll explain my purpose.”

Oliver half-expected her to balk, but she followed willingly as he led her from the room and up the large staircase in the foyer. He nodded to her brother, Beau, as they passed and the other man grinned widely. Interesting, he’d ponder over it later. Beau, Rien and Aime had their reasons for sending him to their sister. Who was he to question their reasons for gifting him to the beautiful woman now following him?

The brother’s had provided a layout of the house’s floor plan to study and Oliver expertly led Pascale to her bedroom, as if he’d been there a dozen times.

“Wait,” she tugged at his hand and drew him to a halt. “Why are we up here? There’s nothing but bedrooms this way.”

“I know,” he admitted. “I have something to give you, and it requires the privacy only a bedroom can afford to present.”

She thwarted his attempt to continue their walk by digging her heels in. “What could a stranger have to give me that would require a bedroom?”

Tugging her close, Oliver brought his mouth down to hers and kissed her. His power flared as her lips parted and she joined in with enthusiasm. Her tongue parried with his, their energies mingling with each push and stroke until they both pulled back, panting.

“Oh, my!” Wide blue eyes blinked up at him and Oliver cursed under his breath. “I’ve never – wow. Do all men of our kind kiss like that?”

A metaphysical virgin. Just perfect. Her darling brothers had left out that important bit of information.

“No,” he groaned and cursed again. “That – what just happened – no.”

Before he could think to pull away, Pascale’s lips mashed to his again and Oliver found himself lost in another earth-shattering kiss. His world tilted on its axis and he knew, before this night was over it would forever be changed to center on the woman pressed to his shirtfront.

“Pas,” he moaned again as he pulled away. “We can’t do this here. Privacy. Gods help me…we need a bedroom and fast.”

Grasping her hand, Oliver raced the last few feet to her bedroom, pulling her along behind him. He threw the door open and kicked it shut as soon as she was through.

Blood pounded in his veins, burning with the need to be inside of her as quickly as their layers of clothing could be shed. His Fae nature screamed for Oliver to take the easy route, but he was determined to give her more than a quick roll between the sheets. Especially on her birthday.

Metaphysically innocent she might be, but the way Pascale stripped for him clarified she was no shy miss in the bedroom. She’d appraised him hungrily, all the while sliding one strap off her shoulder and the next. Her hands caught the material draped over the tops of her breasts and, once she was sure his attention was riveted, let it fall to the carpet. There was barely a whisper as it slithered over her curves. Smirking at the irony of their situation, Oliver ripped off his tie and began undoing the buttons on his vest. He kicked aside the flimsy blue material of her dress as he stepped beside the discarded garment.

High, round breasts tipped with dusky pink nipples bounced under his gaze as she bumped the edge of the bed and relaxed. The heat radiating from her was enough to give a normal man pause and consider what he was getting himself into.

Oliver Hutchinson, however, wasn’t an ordinary man.

Stripped of his jacket, vest and shirt, Oliver caught her by the waist and lifted Pascale onto the massive four poster bed. Her thighs parted and, with a knowing smile, she spread the moist folds of her sex and stroked the glistening nub at the apex of her slit.

“Fuck me,” he ground the words out, dropping to his knees and pushing her hand out of the way. His mouth replaced her fingers, tongue flicking deliberately slow as her flavor coated every taste bud.

Pascale’s fingers sank into his hair, nails grazing his scalp as she pulled him closer. Her hips rose, grinding her delicate flesh against his mouth.

Rotating between long sweeps of his tongue, hungry sucks and light nips, Oliver tasted every fold and crease of her honeyed sweetness. Fairy lights danced around them and he was certain she was about to shatter beneath him.

He pushed two thick digits all the way into her dripping pussy and moaned at how slick he found her. Curving his fingers slightly, he realized how off he’d been in his estimation of her readiness as she climaxed, her walls squeezing around him. As Pascale bucked and whimpered her release, the dizzying light show around them coalesced into a solid luminescent ball and exploded into a shower of fireworks.

Cock straining against the front of his trousers, Oliver flipped the button free and ripped the zipper open. The heavy length of his shaft spilled out, bumping into the cool silk coverlet as he leaned in to kiss Pascale’s belly just below her navel.

The flat of her stomach quivered with each ragged breath she took. He traced the outline of each vibrating muscle with his tongue. Inch after inch of silken skin glistened, laden with lust and her clear desire for him.

Oliver slid his hands up the sides of her tiny waist and cupped the heavy globes of Pascale’s breasts. The rigid tips pressed into his palms as he covered her to ease between her thighs.

He brushed his lips against her and leaned in to whisper, “You’re the most magnificent woman I’ve ever seen.”

 Pascale arched up, pressing further into his hands. Her breasts heaved with each intake of breath. “You say that,” she panted, “to all the girls.”

“Maybe,” he bent and flicked the tip of his tongue over the hard pebble of her right nipple. “I mean it this time.”

Hips tilted up to meet his, Pascale ground against him. Oliver hissed with pleasure as his cock pushed into the heat of her slit. He nipped at the underside of her jaw and slid a hand down to lift her left knee over his elbow.

“Let me in, Pascale,” he groaned as the purple helmet of his shaft probed her entrance. “Let me show you what Fae love is like.”

“Yes,” she hooked her other leg around his waist and pulled Oliver closer. With one quick stroke, he pushed in until every inch was buried inside of her tight, slick pussy.

Pausing a moment to savor the molten heat surrounding him, Oliver caught Pascale’s lips in a slow, lingering kiss. He’d had a few Fae lovers in his life, but none compared to the exquisite woman beneath him and what he felt in that moment.

“Oliver” she pleaded and rocked her hips. “Gods, please… Don’t stop now.”

The sharp pinch of her nails into his shoulders pulled Oliver out of his thoughts and zeroed them back in on the lush woman whose walls were clenched tight around his dick, urging him to take what she offered. Damn the consequences waiting for them when they returned to reality. He’d deal with the fallout then.

Biting back a soft curse, Oliver withdrew, pushed back in and gave himself up to the frenzied need boiling in his veins. Pascale’s hips rose to meet his with each thrust. Their bodies flowed together until it was nearly impossible to tell where one started and the other ended.

The fairy lights reappeared but he paid them no mind as they swirled and formed a soft cocoon of light around them. Her soft whimpers and moans turned to cries and pleas for more, for him not to stop. Oliver grunted his agreement and pushed harder with his next thrust.

“Yes,” she cried out as the first spasm squeezed around him. “Oliver… Gods, that’s it. Yes, yes, mmm…yes.”

“Fuck,” Oliver moaned as Pascale’s orgasm clenched around his cock. The familiar tingle started in the base of his spine and his balls drew up tight as the urge to come rode him hard. “Not yet.”

Willing or not, Oliver’s hips locked against hers. He cried out as hot jets of his release pumped into Pascale and her slick channel seized around him again. Oliver cursed as she gripped him and he did something he’d never done before – he came a second time and the fairy lights burst above them like the Aurora Borealis in the night sky.

Spent and breathless, they collapsed together on the bed and Oliver rolled to keep from crushing her beneath him.

“Happy birthday to me,” she panted before laughing softly.

Oliver grinned and leaned in to kiss the curve of her shoulder. “Did you like my version of the birthday bumps?”

“I absolutely did,” she smiled at him. “You give the best birthday bumps. In fact, you did such a great job I’m thinking of keeping you so we can make every day my birthday.”

“You can, if it’s what you wish,” he watched her expression as the serious nature of his words sink in. “The fairy lights have bound me to you. All you have to do is say yes, and I’m yours.”

Pascale’s eyes widened, the newly incandescent glow in them sending shivers down his spine. He waited, breath held in anticipation of her response. She didn’t keep him in suspense for long.

“Yes.”

∞

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A Hot Proposal

Content advisory: m/f sex

In A Hot Reception, Cabe finally made a move on his sister’s best friend, Mandy. They spent the night together, but she left before he woke the next morning. Taking vacation time, she succeeded in hiding from him for a week, but he caught up with her at work in A Hot Librarian. After assuaging their need, he took her panties and instructed her to join him for dinner so they could talk. In A Hot Dinner Date, Mandy turned the tables on Cabe and they shared a quickie in the rest room. Now it’s time to settle things between them once and for all.

Her plan to teach Cabe a lesson backfired on her in a big way. Not only did she not distract him from the talk, they would now be having it at her house. In private.

Mandy looked in the mirror after cleaning herself up. Really, what was she thinking? Cabe was a gorgeous man with his finely honed body, dark hair and chocolate eyes so dark a girl could drown in them. And she was so…not.

Of course there were things she could do. Not wear her blonde hair in a tight bun all the time. Then it tended to get in her way. Get contacts and ditch the glasses. Her eyes were so sensitive that half the time they itched, turning watery and red. Wear clothes that actually fit. There really was no reason for her to wear baggy dresses except she wanted someone to want her for her, not her body.

Well, better to get this over with. Cabe would tell her he only wanted something casual, breaking her heart a little. Then he’d eventually tire of her and look for someone new, breaking her heart a lot.
Squaring her shoulders and taking a deep breath, she pushed out of the restroom. Cabe stood by the table as promised, their dinners already boxed up. Okay, she could do this.

When she reached him, he draped her sweater over her shoulders and handed her purse over. She led the way out into the parking lot and continued over to her car.

“I’ll follow behind you.”

She nodded and got in her car. By habit, she buckled her seatbelt, started the car and headed home, conscious of Cabe in the car behind her.

When they reached her place, she pulled into the driveway and he parked out by the curb. By the time she exited the car, he stood beside it as though afraid she’d run from him. All in all, not a completely erroneous assumption. She had hidden from him this past week. No more. She was done running.

She led him into her small living room and he set the boxed dinners on the coffee table. She wasn’t hungry anymore and he didn’t appear to want to eat either.

Sitting on the sofa, she steeled herself for the conversation. She didn’t want to make a fool of herself and start crying all over him.

Cabe sat beside her and took her hands in his. “Would you stop acting like I’m leading you to the electric chair or something? You’re killing me here, baby.”

“I’m sorry. What did you want to talk about?”

“Us.”

“I gathered that.”

“Why’d you run off that night?”

Mandy sighed and looked away. “I was trying to make things easier on you.”

His brow furrowed and he looked so adorable. “Make what easy for me?”

“I figured you’d been drunk when you invited me upstairs. I didn’t want to make things uncomfortable when you realized your mistake.”

Cabe’s jaw hardened and his eyes narrowed. Uh oh. All he needed now was steam coming out of his ears and the picture would be complete. She’d obviously pissed him off.

“You think I have to be drunk to want you? Good to see how little you think of me.”

“That’s not I how I meant it and you know it.”

“Do I? Then how did you mean it?”

“It’s just that…well…” A tear slipped free and she looked away. God, could this be any more pathetic?

Cabe swiped her tear away with his thumb and tipped her chin so she had to look at him. Some of the anger had left his face and his eyes had softened.

“It’s just what, Mandy? You can tell me.”

She gnawed on her bottom lip, loathe to answer him. As out of control as her emotions were right now, there would be no way to keep the hurt from her voice. He pulled her lip away from the teeth abusing it and waited.

“You’ve never shown any interest in me before, Cabe. What else could I think?” Another tear coursed down her cheek. Damn it.

He leaned forward and kissed it away. “That’s part of the reason I wanted to talk to you, baby. Just because I haven’t shown any interest doesn’t mean there hasn’t been any.”

“What do you mean?”

“Baby, I’ve wanted you since you were sixteen. But you were too young and I was heading into the military. I didn’t want to limit your high school experience. Then you went to college. I wanted you to experience everything without an old jarhead that you’d barely see, hanging around your neck.”

“I only wanted you.”

Cabe’s eyes closed and he looked as if he were in pain. “When I decided to get out and come home, you were the reason. I want to be with you. Not just for the sex games, though Lord knows I can’t complain about that, but because I love you, Mandy. I always have and I always will. Will you give us a chance?”

Was she dreaming and about to wake up? Cabe had always held her heart and now he was telling her she had his? She searched his face and his normal confidence was gone. Insecurity lay in his melted chocolate gaze as he waited for her answer.

She may not be the smartest woman when it came to relationships, but she sure wasn’t an idiot. Launching herself into his arms, she laughed when they tumbled into the back of the sofa.

“I love you, Cabe.”

A grin spread its way across his face before he raised his head to claim her lips in a hungry kiss. He fed at her mouth as his hands slid from her hips up to her breasts.

She moaned into his mouth and reached down for the hem of his shirt. He sat up, breaking their kiss and helped her remove it. She swung her leg over his thighs and straddled him. Her hands coasted over smooth, taut skin and she savored the small shudder passing through him at her touch.

His hands caressed her thighs, taking her skirt up with them. She raised up on her knees so he could pull it out from beneath her. He palmed her ass and squeezed.

“God, I love your ass.”

Working at his belt buckle and pants, she managed to free his dick and she giggled when it sprang into her hands.

“God, I love your cock.”

With a chuckle, he smacked her right cheek. “Then show me.”

“Gladly.”

She slid down off his lap onto her knees in front of him. He stood just long enough to pull his pants down before Mandy slid them off his legs, throwing them off to the side.

Rubbing her palms from his knees to his groin area, she watched as his cock grew harder and a pearl of pre-come escape the tip. Her mouth watered to taste it. She leaned forward and swirled the tip of her tongue around the head, picking up the tangy drop.

The musky scent of him, combined with his flavor bursting across her tongue sent a rush of juice to her pussy.

That first taste hooked her. She grabbed his cock at the root and sucked just the head into her mouth. Her tongue skated over the spot he liked, just on the underside and he thrust his fingers into her hair on a moan.

Her tongue curved around the tip and then retreated. Cabe moaned a protest and starting at the base of his dick, she licked all the way up to the tip. She popped just the head in again and pumped her hand.

“More, baby. Don’t tease.”

Mandy eased the rest of his length into her mouth until her lips met her hand. Then she swallowed.
Cabe’s hips jerked as he groaned her name. The more noise he made, the less control he had, more cream eased from her cunt.

She started a rhythm, matching her mouth and her hand until Cabe pulled her off.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, other than I want to come inside you, not in your mouth. Come up here.”

She stood and stripped her dress off. Next the bra. When she was nude, she straddled him once more, raising herself so he could slip his cock into her slit.

When they were aligned, she lowered her ass, impaling herself on his stiff dick. They both moaned as her heat engulfed his rod. He leaned forward and gently bit her nipple before laving the sting away.

She jerked in his arms and as if the thread on his control snapped, Cabe surged up into her. Grinding against him, she moved with him as he withdrew before driving back inside her. He pounded into her, slamming her down on him. They took each other with a wild frenzy.

Her orgasm built inside her, the tension stretching her tighter and tighter. More intense than anything she’d felt before, she tried to back down, afraid.

“Let it go, baby. I’ll catch you.”

She shook her head and tried to slow their rhythm, but Cabe kept up the furious pace. He brought his pinky up to her mouth and she sucked it in, much as she had his cock. Pulling it free, he brought his hand back to her ass and teased her pucker.

Her eyes widened as he pushed the small digit past her sphincter. He sucked on her nipple and her climax broke, like an electric line, shooting sparks everywhere it touched inside her.

“Cabe!”

The pleasure rolled over her in wave and she was drowning. Shooting stars spiraled up inside her, pushing her higher and higher. The intense sensation overwhelmed her and she felt as though she’d crash.

Cabe’s arms wrapped around her and she noticed he’d stopped thrusting, finding his own release. He anchored her to him and she held on.

When she came back to herself, she found herself snuggling into him, her face buried in his neck. She didn’t even realize she was crying until he sat her up and wiped the tears away.

“Are you all right? Was I too rough?”

“I’m fine. That was just…intense.”

“Yeah.” He pulled her back into his arms and trailed a finger down her back. “You were okay with what we did, right? You’d tell me if you weren’t?”

She raised her head to look at him. Worry creased his brow and she cupped his cheeks.

“I was more than okay with it and yes, I would tell you if I weren’t. Okay?”

His brow smoothed and he flipped her around so she sat on the couch while he kneeled on the floor before her.

“What are you doing?”

“Mandy, I love you. I have for years. I meant it when I said you were mine. Will you marry me?”

She looked down into the face of the man she’d loved for more years than she could remember. That he loved her back was a miracle to her and she wasn’t one to spurn a wish come true.

“Yes, Cabe. I’d love to marry you.”

He gathered her into his arms and claimed her lips in a kiss that rocked her all the way to her toes.

****

Please return on April 5th for the next rendezvous by Scarlett.

~~Scarlett Jameson~~

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Guest Author ~ Juniper Bell and her book "Go Wild"

Reader Advisory: Features an extended ménage (M/F/M/M/M) and references to bondage experimentation and sexual escapades of all types. Woohoo!

Blurb for Go Wild

Lars loves Katia. Katia loves Lars. Lars wants to marry Katia. Can he convince his free-spirited lover that marriage will be as fun as her sexually adventurous single days?

Never before has Katia been tempted to give up her carefree ways. She’s deeply in love with Lars, but she doesn’t know if he can handle her wild side—or wilder needs. But Lars is a hard man to resist. The former Olympic champion won’t give up, not when he knows just how to please her.

The people of Wild, Alaska, know the best way to survive winter is to let off a little steam. When his buddies hit town for Wild Nights, a notorious winter festival with one rule—“anything goes, nothing counts”—Lars has the perfect opportunity to prove he’s the man for Katia.

Lucky for Katia, “proof” includes four rugged Alaska men and one wildly erotic night.

EXCERPT:

Katia tried not to stare at the smorgasbord of bare, muscular male flesh crammed into the tiny room. “Nice to meet you. I hope we’re not interrupting.”

“Hell, no. We were just talking about sheetrock,” said Jake with a chuckle.

“Anything would be welcome. Especially you. Very happy to see you.”

Shouldn’t he say “meet you”? Remembering she was naked, Katia put her hands to her bare breasts and found her nipples just as hard as before. Maybe even harder. Behind her, Lars cupped her ass. The feel of his warm hand made her pussy twitch. Or maybe it was the feeling of these men’s eyes on her.

“Please don’t cover up,” begged Marlowe. “You’re the nicest thing I’ve seen since I headed off into the wild. Actually, you may be the nicest thing I’ve ever seen. I beg you, take pity on a poor deprived scientist. Did I mention I’m trying to save the planet?”

His whimsical tone immediately put her at ease.

“Well, if it’s for science,” she said teasingly and dropped her hands. A moment of silence followed while the three men looked their fill.

Someone let out a rough sigh. The atmosphere in the room shifted to something more intense, more electric.

Lars ran his hand down the cleft between her buttocks. Did it bother him to see three men visually devour his girl? It didn’t seem to. In fact, she felt his erection poke against her back. Apparently it turned him on. Maybe because the men were his friends?

“So you got room in there for Katia and me?” Lars asked.

“Our casa es su casa,” said Jake, flinging out his arms in invitation. “I’ve been keeping the place warm for you.”

“Trust Jake-O to take credit for a fire I made and tended.” Marlowe wiped his forehead with a small towel. “Good thing I’m too lazy to beat his ass.”

A snort was Jake’s only response. Katia wondered if Eagle ever said anything. So far he seemed quiet. Maybe he was falling asleep, or zonked out from the heat.

“Don’t let us scare you off,” said Marlowe. “Go on up and have a seat next to that studly fellow there. If he doesn’t treat you right, you let me know.”

Jake shifted a tiny bit to his left to make a little more room for Katia. She took a step forward onto the clammy wooden planks that made up the sauna’s floor.

“If anyone treats her wrong, they’ll answer to me,” said Lars, still behind her. He gave her a little spank on the ass. Katia felt her flesh tremble and her nipples perk up— more. A warm, melting feeling spread through her. The feeling of an adventure about to begin.

Lars took Katia’s arms and held them behind her. Her mouth fell open in astonishment. He drew her up on the tips of her toes so her back arched and her breasts protruded in blatant display. The three men appeared riveted by the sight of her naked body presented to them so invitingly.

Through her haze of surprise, she wondered what they saw. A slim, taut, pale body, long dark hair, erotically aroused nipples. A shadowed triangle between her legs.

“This woman,” Lars said in a husky voice, “has been making me crazy since the moment I met her. She’s the most sensual, most passionate, most lovable wild thing you’d ever want to meet. And she has the idea that I’m a straight arrow who can’t handle her free-spirited ways.”

For the first time, Eagle made a sound, something between a snort and a cough.

“I thought you’d say that,” said Lars. “And it’s true, since I met Katia I’ve been more of a stay-at-home type. It’s only normal. We had to cement our relationship, right, love?”

“What’s going on, Lars?” she whispered, turning her head against his chest.

“You. Me. Three naked men. A sauna. Whatever you want.”

She turned her head back toward the men, who were studying her body with complete and thorough attention. The tension in the room went up another three notches.

“I told you before I trust these guys with my life. When you’re out in the back country you have to rely on each other. We got stuck a few times and had to figure our way back.”

He ran his hand up the side of her breast. “If it suits you, we’ll keep going. If it doesn’t, we’ll stop.”

She shivered as her nipple hardened further. Between Jake’s strong legs, she spotted an answering rise. “Why are you doing this?”

Lars bent his mouth to her ear. “Because I love you. Every bit of you, you wild thing. And I want to prove it. ”

Katia’s body pulsed with excitement. How long had it been since she’d had a sexual adventure like this? She’d forgotten the adrenaline rush of the wild unknown. The thrill that reached deep inside her and made her feel like a goddess.

And to have Lars participate, no, even more...to have him take charge of her like this...what an unexpected miracle.

“I love you too,” she whispered, turning her head so she could look into his eyes. She poured her whole heart into that long, silent glance. Her feelings couldn’t fit into words like “gratitude” and “excitement” and “keep going, or I’ll bite that soft spot between your neck and your shoulder”. She gave him a long, slow wink instead.

He leaned down and claimed her mouth with a deep, possessive kiss. At the same time he kneed her legs apart and snaked his hand between them. She squirmed at the firm warmth pressing against her sensitive clit. The tingles reached like tentacles through her system.

Lifting his head, he turned his attention to the three men. “Guys, I know this woman like I know the back of my hand.” He turned his hand to knuckle her pussy. Despite his cheesy play on words, the bony pressure made her melt.

“And right now she’s dying to have someone touch her nipples. She’s very sensitive there.”

Jake rose to his feet and came toward them, his head nearly brushing the ceiling of the sauna. He looked enormous in the small space. Enormous and hugely aroused. Her eyes widened at the size of Jake’s member. It was thick as a baseball bat. Katia’s heart raced and her eyes closed in half-frightened anticipation.

In the welcome darkness, the touch of a strange hand on her breast made her jump. This hand was rougher than Lars’. It felt hungry, as if it were starved for the feel of a woman’s body. It tweaked her nipple, then made a quick trip down the curve of her waist, an exploratory trip of feeling and testing.

“Damn, that’s a gorgeous woman you got there,” said Jake in his thick voice.

“Yes, she is,” said Lars simply. “We’re all lucky bastards to be in the same room with her.”

“No kidding.”

Something wet and hot tugged at her other breast. Katia’s eyes flew open to find Marlowe tonguing her nipple. She relaxed back against Lars’s chest and let the two men feed on her body.

Wild Nights. They don’t kid around here. That was her last coherent thought before she gave herself over to the thrilling sensation of two strange men fondling her body. Jake’s impatient hands roamed freely over her flesh while Marlowe tongued her nipple until she thought she’d die from pleasure. The sight of two such fine men bent over her, touching her, desiring her, was almost too much for her. She felt quivers begin deep inside.

Lars must have sensed them. He took his hand off her pussy and brought her wrists together above her head. Was it turning him on to see his friends enjoying her like this? It must be. His erection pressed against her ass. He even tilted her body this way and that to give the men easier access. His arousal sent hers into overdrive. Her pulse raced to triple time and her sex heated with need.

Neither of Lars’ friends had yet touched her there. She wanted to spread her legs to encourage them, but Lars was holding her so far off the floor that if she moved her feet, she’d be dangling freely.

“Eagle,” said Lars. “What’s up with you? Not interested in playing?”

Eagle sat up and spread his thighs apart. No one could miss his surging erection. “Oh, I’m definitely interested.” His soft voice had a slight accent. “Any chance you could bring her this way?”

The other two men reluctantly fell back. Lars lowered Katia so she could take a step forward. She welcomed the slickness of the floor, which was slightly cooler than the rest of the sauna. This room had to be over a hundred degrees. Add to that the heat rippling through her body and the place might as well be on fire.

Lars walked Katia the few steps to the bench where Eagle sat. When they stood directly in front of him, they stopped and waited while he consumed her with a dark, intense gaze. Over his heart, he had a huge tattoo of a fiery eagle clutching a dove in its talons. He must be the bad boy in the group. For the first time, she felt the urge to cover herself.

“I bet we have a lot in common, you and me,” he finally said in a conversational voice.

“Really?” It seemed an odd thing to say given the circumstances, with her nude body inches from his fingertips.

“Do you like sex?”

That was an easy question. She nodded.

“So do I.”

She laughed. “Doesn’t everyone?”

“Not the way you and I do. I’m a freewheeling kind of guy. Something tells me you are too.” He dropped his gaze slowly down her body.

She tensed until Lars whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry about Eagle. He likes to test people. Just roll with it.”

She took a deep breath, which had the effect of making her breasts stir in the steamy air. Eagle’s attention shifted to her chest. Her nipples immediately responded to his dark-eyed scrutiny. A soft smile played across his lips. She bit her lip at how her nipples gave her away. Couldn’t they ever be discreet? Must they always announce her horniness to the world?

“Me, personally, I like sex wherever, however I can get it. Some people think that’s a guy thing. I think it’s a personality thing. Some of us are that way. No telling why. Know what I mean?”

She lifted one shoulder. Eagle tracked every second of the movement. Never had she felt so aware of her body before, not even on stage in Amsterdam.

“So, from one free spirit to another, do you like cock?”

Behind her, one of the other men let out a snort. “Don’t scare her off, Eagle.”

Obviously they didn’t know her very well. She lifted her chin. “Yes. Very much, as a matter of fact.”

“Have you ever made love with more than one partner before?” She hesitated. Lars knew some of her secrets, but not all.

“Yes.”

“And you liked it?”

“Yes, I did. Everyone had a good time. There’s nothing wrong with it.”

“No, nothing at all. Freedom, that’s my middle name. Literally. Eagle Freedom Brown.”

“Oh.”

“Hippie parents, what can I say?” Well, they had that in common anyway. Her mother would have loved this guy. “Let her go, Lars. You’re holding on to her like a trophy there.”

Lars laughed and released his hold on her. It felt strange to stand on her own. Strange but freeing. Her hands were now loose to play however she liked, but at the moment she didn’t know what to do with them.

“I bet she could use a tongue on her clit,” said Eagle.

“Do you mind, Lars?”

“Not if she doesn’t.”

“She doesn’t,” Eagle said with supreme confidence.

Katia felt a moment of indignation, even though he was completely correct. Before she could protest, Marlowe knelt down at her feet and touched her pussy with the very tip of his tongue. Just a quick touch, but electric. She jumped.

“Lars, may I?” Jake’s rumbly voice sounded in her ear.

“Sure.” Lars stroked her waist. “You okay, Katia?” She nodded distractedly, since Marlowe’s tongue required most of her attention.

Lars ambled over to the bench and lay down on his back. Jake immediately took his place. His way of holding her up was different from Lars’. He put his arms under hers and filled his hands with her breasts.

“Oh man, you feel good.” He groaned against her hair. “I got a hard-on the size of a tree.” Indeed he did. Katia felt it, hot against her ass. She relaxed back against Jake’s chest, which felt furrier than Lars’, and let him play with her nipples, teasing and flicking and rolling them with his rough-skinned fingers. She felt the need in those fingers, the need for a woman after too much time without.

Kneeling in front of her, Marlowe worked his tongue against her clit to a different rhythm, taking his time to lick and explore. He seemed to luxuriate in the juices that dripped from her pussy. The two men’s paces, one rough and demanding, the other slow and sensual, clashed with each other in a way that drove her mad. Jake stoked her fever, while Marlowe drew it out like a master of tease.

And all the while, Eagle urged her on with his gaze. He put his hand to his cock and stroked himself as Jake and Marlowe worked her into a frenzy of arousal. She couldn’t look away from Eagle. She kept seeing herself through his eyes, seeing her flushed body twisting in Jake’s arms, big hands pulling her nipples, kneading her breasts. It felt as if she were inside her body, feeling every sensation, and outside watching herself at the same time. Watching the men too—Jake’s huge golden-haired body bent over her, Marlowe’s shaggy hair at her crotch. Grunts and groans peppered the air.

She tore her eyes away from Eagle’s and locked gazes with Lars. Her lover stretched out on the bench, his head propped on one hand, his erection heavy between his legs. She shoved aside the all-consuming pleasure and tossed him a silent question. Is this okay for you? Are you enjoying this?

In response, he put his hand on his engorged cock and ate her up with hot gray eyes. I love you, she mouthed to him.

Bio:

Juniper Bell is a multi-published, bestselling author of erotic romance. She lives with her husband in a cabin in Alaska with no running water and a spectacular view of glaciers. She wound up in the frozen north after leaving her career as a stressed-out Los Angeles TV writer. Luckily, her love for writing survived the move. When she’s not writing, she’s spending time with her family, traveling, shoveling snow, and dreaming about the day she moves to Hawaii. She’s published with Ellora’s Cave, Samhain Publishing, and Liquid Silver Books. Buy Go Wild

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