Bad in Bed (15 page)

She held tight as Ethan released his hold on
her waist and, with his hands free, touched his fingers to the top edge of her
thong before sliding them slowly along her flesh. Her stomach jumped at the
contact, every nerve ending alive to his touch. With erotic stealth, he slipped
his fingers inside the black lace and came to a halt centimeters from her damp
heat.

Amber arched upward, trying to get him to make
contact. “Still haven’t learned that patience, have you, gorgeous?” His low
rumble of laughter made her pout. “Pity, because tonight you’re going to need
it.”

Chapter Ten

Ethan’s fingers skimmed over her opening,
barely making that much needed contact. He caught the thin strip of silk
covering her pussy and drew it aside, revealing her to Marco’s scorching gaze.

His eyes almost black, Marco stared at her.
Then he dropped to his knees and placed his hands on her thighs. Cool air blew
across her hot pussy, and Amber could barely resist lifting her hips again.

Marco glanced up at Ethan, then looked back at
Amber, his eyes registering that he’d sought and won his friend’s approval to
proceed.

With the hint of a smile on his full mouth, he
kept his gaze on hers as he lowered his head.

The first brush of his tongue against the seam
of her pussy lips had her bucking and arching her body upward. She could feel
Ethan’s fingertips brushing against her hot flesh as he held the silk panel
aside, offering Marco access to her slick folds.

Marco took full advantage and pushed his tongue
between her outer lips before sliding it slowly along the crease.

Amber’s desperate moan filled the silence of
the empty bar as Marco subjected her to the wildly erotic slide of his hot, wet
tongue.

Ethan’s free hand found her throat, her chin,
and he drew her head around so he could kiss her hard and slow, his tongue
echoing Marco’s as he slid in and out of her mouth.

Desperately close to orgasm, Amber gave herself
up to the onslaught. She wanted to touch them back, but couldn’t risk taking
her arms from around Ethan’s neck for fear of breaking the erotic rhythm both
men had set up.

As if working in synchronicity, Ethan and Marco
broke away from her at the same time, leaving her gasping and panting.

“I could bottle the sweet taste of your cunt,
bella
, serve it in a cocktail and make a
fortune.”

Amber heard Marco’s deep voice as if through a
haze, but his words both shocked and thrilled her and she looked directly at
him.

He seemed dangerous, those dark eyes slumberous
and yet so alive with sexual heat that her pussy continued to pulse as if his
tongue was still inside her.

Ethan shifted, releasing her thong as he
straightened. Seconds later, she was in his arms and being carried across the
bar to the table he’d earlier indicated.

He sat her on the edge and moved between her
legs as Marco disappeared behind the bar. Ethan wrapped his arms around her
hips, cupping her ass. His kiss was almost gentle. “How you doing?” he asked
softly, between kisses. “Okay?”

Amber stole her arms around his neck. “Good.
It’s…amazing.”

“About to get a whole lot better, green eyes.
But remember what I said. Anything you don’t like, you just say.”

She couldn’t imagine either of them doing
anything she didn’t like, but seeing as she had little, make that absolutely
zilch experience of threesomes—or even twosomes come to that—she thought she’d
better reserve judgment. “When are you going to take your clothes off?”

“All in good time.” He kissed her again, coaxing
her onto her back. “For now, you lie back. Enjoy.”

She kept her eyes on his as he straightened up.
In her peripheral vision, she saw Marco walk to the table.

It was darker here than it had been near the
bar, the soft red light casting a sultry glow over her body. She heard a
chinking noise and turned to see Marco carrying an ice bucket, which he placed
on the table beyond her head. Her stomach lurched agreeably at the thought of
what he could do to her with the contents. Of what they both could do to her.

“You going to get that off her?” Marco asked
Ethan, indicating her thong. “Could get wet.”

Still standing between her open legs, Ethan
grinned. “She’s already wet.” His eyes gleamed with primitive hunger as he
looked down at Amber. “She’s
got one hell of a
responsive pussy.”

Marco raised his eyebrows as he too looked down
at Amber. “That’s something I intend finding out for myself. Strip her.”

Ethan grinned. “If you insist.”

Amber’s flesh seemed to alternative between
screaming heat and sensual chill as she listened to the two men. Never would
she have thought she’d find it deeply erotic to have two men talk about her as
if she didn’t have a say in what they were about to do to her. But she did. Her
body screamed for them to get on with it, to take her on a sensual journey she
had hardly dared ever dream about.

Ethan’s fingers caught the edges of her thong
and he slowly pulled the material down her hips, revealing the soft hairs
covering her slit. He held there, lowering his head to kiss what he’d revealed,
then continued to draw the material down. He stepped back a few inches so Amber
could bring her legs closer together allowing him to slip the thong off her
legs. He threw it to the floor, stepped to the side, and let Marco take his
place between her legs.

Amber saw he held an ice cube and chills swept
her body in eager anticipation. She’d never participated in anything like this
before. Never. Trevor had been a strictly in and out without too much foreplay
man, and had never indulged in sex games. At least not with her. And now here
she was, stretched naked on a table in a bar with two fabulously hot men
administering to her with their wickedly creative minds seemingly in full gear.

Ethan had moved to the back of the table, and
she arched her neck to see him. He stood behind her and lifted her arms over
her head, anchoring her wrists to the table. The action thrust her breasts
upward and he leaned forward and took one nipple into his mouth.

Amber arched up more as he suckled, his tongue
swirling around the hard nub as he continued torturing her breast. She felt
Marco’s hands on her legs, pushing her knees up until her feet were on the
table ledge. She looked down, watching as he parted her legs wider and moved
closer.

With his eyes on hers, he took an ice cube into
his mouth, rolling it around and sucking. Using one hand, he fingered her
pussy, opening her folds. With the other hand he withdrew the ice from his
mouth.

As the ice hit her heat, Amber cried out. She
bucked and wriggled, but neither Ethan nor Marco stopped what they were doing.

The ice melted as Marco ran the uneven edge
along her slit.

 
She felt
all her nerve endings jump and vibrate. Water from the melted ice trickled
along her folds, falling down through the crease of her ass. She tried to close
her legs against the heady sensation, but Marco blocked her attempt, pushing
her knees wide with his elbows.

Ethan withdrew his mouth from her nipple, then reached
back to grab an ice cube from the bucket next to him on the table.

Amber could barely keep her eyes open as Marco
continued to subject her to his slow delicious torture, but she wanted to see
what Ethan had in store. She arched her neck again, trying to keep Ethan in
view.

He did the same as Marco, putting the ice cube
in his mouth. Then he bent to trace it over her breasts so close to her nipples
she thrust into the air to try and escape the shattering pleasure of what they
were doing to her.

Feeling Marco withdraw the ice from between her
legs, Amber glanced down and watched him pop the rapidly diminishing ice cube
in his mouth. He sucked hard and Amber watched his throat contract as he
swallowed.

“Nectar,” he ground out, his voice so deep and
low it was more of a rumble. “You like that,
bella
?”

“Yes.” She moaned it out, hardly able to
breathe with the pleasure of it all. “Oh God, yes.”

Ethan withdrew the cube from her breasts and
did the same as Marco, sucking and swallowing the ice.

“I think she’s ready,” Marco said as he slipped
a finger inside her aching pussy. “She’s wet and so damn hot.”

“Make her wait,” Ethan growled. “She doesn’t do
patience that well. She needs to be taught a lesson. She’ll come when I say so,
and not before.”

Marco pushed his finger in a little deeper and
started moving it around her pussy. He smiled as Amber jerked her hips upward
as if trying to get him to thrust deeper. “I’ve got instructions from your man
not to let you come yet,
bella
. Looks
like you’ll have to wait.”

Amber wanted to scream that she was on the
bloody edge and soon there’d be no stopping her anyway. Besides, no man was
going to tell her when she could climax, even if it was the man who had given
her the most amazing orgasms of her life. “I don’t think I can stop myself.”

Marco laughed and withdrew his finger. He
touched the tip to his mouth and slowly sucked down to the second knuckle of
his forefinger. “If you want to go ahead without us, be our guest.”

Bastard, Amber thought as she wriggled on the
table. Why didn’t he just do something about the aching need surging through
her body? Or better still, let Ethan do something about it?

She craned her head to see Ethan, who still had
her wrists pinned over her head. “Ethan, please.”

Like Marco, he laughed and dropped a kiss to
her mouth.

Marco moved around the table and came to stand
next to Ethan. He took over holding her wrists, so that Ethan could move down
the table and stand between her legs.

He caught her ankles, lifting her legs until
her ankles were hooked on his shoulders. He moved in, pushing her knees further
up her body until she was desperately exposed for him. With his hands on the
back of her thighs, he dropped his head and kissed her drenched pussy.

At the first touch of his tongue, Amber cried
out and came harder than she’d ever done before.

She felt Marco’s hold on her wrists tighten,
heard his intake of breath. “Fuck. That’s hot.”

Amber bucked as Ethan’s tongue pushed her
harder and harder, the spasms seemingly never ending as her orgasm went on and
on.

When she finally began the descent, Ethan
withdrew his tongue. He straightened, gave her a long smoldering look. “I
didn’t give you permission to come.” His low, gruff tone came to her filled
with ominous intent. “You’ll need to be punished.”

He tugged her hips toward him and pulled her to
a sitting position. As he lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist
and put her arms around his neck. “What did you have in mind?”

He kissed her as he turned and began to walk
toward the door behind the bar. “You’ll find out when we get upstairs.”

“What’s upstairs?”

“Marco’s apartment.”

As Ethan switched on the light at the bottom of
the narrow staircase, Marco came up behind them and switched off the lone red
light in the bar.

She glanced at Marco, but then Ethan starting
kissing her as he took the stairs with her still in his arms. It was
desperately erotic, Amber thought as she clung to Ethan. She was completely
naked—she’d lost her strappy sandals somewhere along the way—and yet the two
men were still fully clothed. She felt so decadent she wanted to laugh.

Ethan moved along a narrow landing and nudged
open the door to what was obviously Marco’s bedroom.

It was typical Marco. A seemingly king-sized
bed topped with a black duvet cover and pillowcases. Even the curtains were
black with stone colored stripes.

Ethan lay her down on the bed as Marco switched
on a small bedside lamp. The room took on a soft glow.

Amber watched them as they stood at the foot of
the bed staring down at her.

In unison, they pulled their tee shirts from
their waistbands, revealing flat, muscled abs. Ethan raised his arm and reached
back over his head to grab the top of his shirt. Marco held the bottom edges of
his tee and pulled it up his chest and over his head.

Fascinating, she thought. Two different
techniques and yet both equally sexy. She might have mused further on their
similarities and differences, but it was hard to think when faced with two
strapping males oozing testosterone and masculine power who looked at her as if
they intended devouring her whole.

Ethan slipped the catch of his jeans, watching
her as he slid down the zipper.

She already knew he went commando, so wasn’t
surprised when his erection sprang free as he pulled down his jeans.

Marco undid the button on his waistband, slid
down his zipper to reveal black boxer pants. He disposed of both his jeans and
the boxers in one fell swoop.