Checking It Twice (17 page)

Nick released Jana but kept her close, his palm brushing her waist. He gazed directly at Kevin, the intent in his eyes a silent demand.
Play time.

Kevin swallowed, the unbreakable chain of his addiction shackling him tight. He took several more stiff-legged steps until he was standing in front of the two individuals responsible for annihilating his defenses. Jana’s breath hitched in uneven gasps. “K-Kevin…” Clouds of worry mingled with the desire dilating her pupils.

As if he’d intuited her hesitation, Nick massaged her shoulder before lightly kissing her temple. The look he offered Kevin was substantially less soothing. “She didn’t know what my plans were tonight. If you’re going to be pissed at anyone for what’s about to go down, make it me.”

He clenched his jaw. “What makes you think anything is about to happen?”

“Because I know you. And you better fucking believe I know myself. This is who we are. A big part of what makes us tick and fulfills us. I’m not going to deny that part of myself. You damn well shouldn’t either.”

His muscles tensed and rigid, he watched as Nick sipped at Jana’s lips again before murmuring to her softly and taking her hand. Her mouth trembling, she gave him one last pleading stare and turned to follow Nick. They headed toward the wrought-iron stairway leading to the upper level, and Kevin cursed under his breath. The motherfucker must have reserved one of the private rooms. Of course he did. There was no way in hell Nick would have risked a thirty-minute drive that might have granted Kevin a shot at cooling off.

Like a cornered beast, he tracked their journey as they ascended the stairs. Nick’s palm slid beneath Jana’s skirt again, providing a longer and even more mouthwatering view of her delectable, heart-shaped ass. Liquid lust boiled inside Kevin, disintegrating his willpower. No force on earth would save him now. Balling his fists in rigid defeat, he stalked after them.

They reached the landing, and Nick glanced back at him, not bothering to hide the relief and approval evident on his face. “They gave us room 208.”

Kevin gestured toward the hall ahead of them, and Nick led Jana in that direction. Once they reached the right door, Kevin slid his member card into the slot and twisted the handle. He stepped into the room first and scanned its interior. Far as rooms at Arabesque went, it was one of the tamer ones. A four-poster bed with black satin sheets that were regularly replaced with each new occupant. Varying padded cushions in different shapes stacked to one side on the floor, all used for helping maintain certain sexual positions. A table occupied the opposite corner, its surface holding a gamut of unused plugs, vibrators, lubes and condoms. You name it, the club had you covered. The only major concession to kink was the sex swing hooked to a spring over the bed. Kevin couldn’t take his damn eyes off it. At least not until Jana and Nick stepped into his line of vision.

Jana gnawed her lip. “Can I just remind you that I’m the only one in this room who’s never been in a situation like this before? I’m kind of lost here.”

Nick hugged her in reassurance. “There’s no reason to be nervous.”

“Easy for you to say.”

Brushing his lips over hers, Nick halted her troubled words. His hands drifted to her breasts. Circling his thumbs over her nipples, he broke their kiss to watch the motion of his fingers. “Are you wearing my present?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl. Do you think we should show Kev?”

Breath hitching in her throat, Jana nodded.

“I do too.” Nick pinched the ends of the bow securing Jana’s top. Giving a tug, he carefully freed the satin ribbon.

Kevin’s heart raced at the excruciatingly slow unveiling. Finally the fabric gave, and the soft fullness of Jana’s breasts inched the top open. Nick slid the garment from Jana’s arms and let it drop to the carpet. Like a moth drawn to flame, Kevin zeroed in on the small silver hoops and dangling beads decorating her nipples. His mouth went a thousand degrees of dry. “
Sweet Jesus
.”

“No.
Sweet Jana
.” Giving a hum of approval, Nick gently tugged the tiny beads, making her nipples tighten. “I knew these would look fantastic on you. Are you wearing the rest of what I gave you?”

Kevin gulped. There was more? He was never going to fucking survive this.

“Y-yes.”

“Excellent.” Moving with the same snail pace he’d employed with her top, Nick started on the skirt’s buttons. He paused for a moment to trace the upper seam on one of her stockings. “We’re going to leave these on for now. I’m a big fan of the naughty-elf look.”

Jana’s lips twitched. “I wore them in deference to good ole St. Nick.” She transferred her sparkling gaze to Kevin. “And I already know how much
you
like this particular outfit.”

Nick glanced at Kevin, his eyebrow raised. Fortunately he didn’t hound Kevin for an explanation, and instead made swift work of the last button on Jana’s skirt and let that garment drop too.

Kevin took one look at the intriguing piece of jewelry adorning Jana’s waist, and lower, and forgot how to breathe. A delicate chain spanned her hips. A matching one bisected the middle and disappeared between her pussy lips. Perched right at her clit was a little gold butterfly, poised to take flight.

His cock on the verge of bursting through his fly, he visually drank in every exquisite detail of the mouthwatering picture she made.

“Have you ever seen anyone so beautiful and sexy?” Nick’s voice resembled gravel as he bent to flick Jana’s nipple with the tip of his tongue.

Kevin hungrily observed every wet swirl stiffening her nipple. “Not by a long shot.”

Jana shivered and gripped Nick’s head. “Oh God.”

“Feel good, sweetness?”

A throaty purr was her only response. Nick gave her nipple another lingering lap before straightening and guiding her toward the bed. His heart knocking harder, Kevin waited to see what Nick would do next.

Sitting at the foot of the bed, Nick reached for Jana again. Her eyebrows dipped in confusion, but she allowed him to coax her onto his lap and arrange her so that she faced Kevin. Planting his feet farther apart, Nick nuzzled Jana’s neck, making her eyelashes flutter on a blissful moan. Nick slid his mouth up to her earlobe and sucked it between his teeth. She jolted in his arms.

“Some women can come just from having their neck kissed.” Nick swirled his tongue in the hollow beneath her ear. Jana’s breathing ratcheted up, and he immediately stopped. “We’ll mark that down for future exploration, but this time?” Nick’s smile turned darker than sin. “This time I’m not going to make it that easy on you.”

Kevin’s balls tightened. So it was going to be Nick’s favorite game tonight. String out the torment.

Nick traced teasing figure eights along Jana’s upper arms. “My goal is to find all of your climax triggers.
Your
goal is to not come until I let you.”

Jana released a wispy breath. “That doesn’t sound like a very good goal for me to pursue.”

“It is, sweetness. Especially since when you
do
come, it’s going to be a million times more spectacular.” Nick’s hands roved inward and massaged the weight of her breasts.

The sight of Nick fondling her was almost more than Kevin could take. His cock throbbing, he adjusted his fly. Hawk-eyed Nick didn’t fail to notice the move. “Poor Kev. He’s already near the breaking point. This is going to be nearly as hard for him as it is for you, baby.” A low, raspy chuckle issued from Nick. “And I do mean hard. Not touching his cock right now is killing him.”

Jana’s stare automatically cruised toward Kevin’s groin. His dick responded to her visual caress by thickening a good inch or so. The desire to free his zipper and stroke himself was so strong, he shook uncontrollably. Worried his knees were going to give out on him, he slid a desperate glance around the room.

“You can always sit on that.” His eyes dancing with devilment, Nick nodded toward the sex swing.

Envisioning a host of creative and painful deaths for Nick, Kevin staggered toward the pile of sex cushions and grabbed the largest. He placed it a few feet away from Jana and Nick. The second he sat down, he realized his tactical mistake. His position put Jana’s pussy square at eye level, every glistening fold of her labia on delectable display. The butterfly obscured his view of her clit, but if anything, that fact only tantalized him more. He swallowed, his mouth watering.

Nick’s hands began a gliding exploration of Jana’s quivering body. He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, his motions slowing or speeding up in tandem with her shaky murmurs. His tongue traced the shell of her ear, even that movement unbearably erotic to witness.

“Mmm, your nipples are sensitive, but not so much that playing with them tests your control.” He ghosted his fingertips down her navel and circled her bellybutton with the pad of his thumb while his other hand skated toward her hipbone. He tugged lightly at the chain, making Jana gasp and Kevin salivate as the butterfly fluttered at her clit. “Did you use our tiny winged friend here, naughty girl?”

“N-no.”

“Not even a little taste?”

She shook her head furiously.

“Why?”

Jana’s throat worked with a hard swallow. “It was more exciting…wondering…”

Another hum of approval rumbled from Nick. “Agreed. Still, I think a demonstration is in order. Don’t you?” He clicked one of the antennae, and the butterfly began buzzing, dancing wildly on Jana’s clit. She cried out, her body arching. Nick held her tight and firm against his chest, limiting her motions, ensuring she couldn’t escape the butterfly’s ravishment, even if she wanted to.

She squirmed and wiggled, panting and mewling while the butterfly continued going to town with a wicked buzz.

Jesus
. Hot shivers racing through him, Kevin groaned, his hand halfway to his zipper before he realized what he was about to do. He caught Nick’s knowing smirk and gritted his teeth. Jana’s control wasn’t the only one Nick was testing. The knowledge didn’t make this any easier for Kevin, but it gave him enough strength to keep his balled fists at his side instead of in his damn pants.

Nick put a halt to the buzzing butterfly, and Jana slumped with a relieved groan. Her reprieve was short-lived though. Unclasping one end of the center section of chain, Nick repositioned the butterfly, letting it dangle against her hip. His fingertips grazed through her wetness, pausing to caress her clit a few times before dipping inside her slit. “Your pussy is soaked. I can’t wait to feel it drenching my cock.” Nick closed his eyes, a muscle twitching in his jaw. Good. The goddamn motherfucker better be suffering too.

A strangled gasp broke from Jana as Nick pumped his fingers. She attempted to close her thighs, but Nick widened his stance yet again, stretching her legs open farther. Nick cupped her mound, his fingers still working. “Your G-spot is your biggest trigger. See how you fight it, even as your hungry little cunt begs me for more?”

Her head lulled on Nick’s shoulder, her eyes beseeching as her fingers dug into his hip. He kissed her, the sweetness of the gesture in direct opposition of his wicked words and unrelenting torment. His skin roasting, Kevin mopped his brow with his sleeve. Jana gasped a single word against Nick’s mouth. “Please.”

Instead of accommodating her request, Nick lifted Jana from his lap and gently laid her on the bed. A second later, he reached for the straps on the sex swing and adjusted them.

Kevin’s heart pounded, a fresh surge of blood swelling his cock. When Nick attached a pair of wrist restraints to the support bar at the top of the swing, a new recruitment of sweat beaded Kevin’s forehead.

“Have you ever been in one of these before, sweetness?”

Jana shook her head before moaning softly. Apparently she was as turned on by the prospect of what was about to happen as Kevin was. And Nick, if the bulge behind his fly was any indication.

“I’m going to restrain you in the swing. Some people don’t like releasing that much control, so you need to tell me if it starts edging too far beyond your comfort level, okay? I want us to enjoy this playtime, not overstep your boundaries.”

Jana nodded, her gaze roving between Nick and Kevin. A thick ball of emotion wedged in Kevin’s throat at Jana’s unequivocal trust in them.

Taking her hand, Nick helped her to get situated in the swing. After securing her wrists in the restraints, he adjusted the stirrups and slid them over her patent-leather platforms before easing them far up on her thighs, past the tops of her stockings. Next he slipped the ankle restraints in place and hooked the opposite ends of their straps into the eyebolts affixed to the bedposts. A gasp sprang from Jana, and Nick stroked her cheek. “Everything okay?”

“Y-yes.” Excitement trembled Jana’s voice.

The sound of it speared through Kevin, tightening his balls. The ache in his sac increased a thousandfold when Nick moved out of the way, revealing the full glory of Jana stretched and exposed before Kevin. He was pretty damn certain drool ran down his chin as he stared transfixed at her glistening pussy. A strange, animalistic noise drifted to his ears. It took a moment to realize he’d produced it. He kept his attention riveted on Jana while Nick strode to the nearby table of goodies. Swallowing, Kevin lifted his focus and locked gazes with Jana. Her pupils were dilated and her breaths labored. The desire and love etched on every inch of her face tugged at him, twisting his heart.