Hot in the City 2: Sin City (25 page)

Backing up into a spot where the pool rounded sharply, almost creating a corner, Holly leaned against the wall and kissed Blaine some more while Rick took one of her perky breasts into his mouth. A few minutes later, Rick resumed kissing her mouth and Blaine dropped to feast upon her nipple.

“Do they taste good?” she asked a few minutes later.

“Mmm, yeah,” Rick said, as Blaine replied, “Delicious, baby.”

At that, Holly easily boosted herself up onto the tiled edge of the pool, lithely spreading her legs so wide that Diana knew she must have been a cheerleader in high school. The lips of her cunt parted, revealing the moist pink flesh inside. She situated her crotch so that it was elevated above the near right angle the pool’s rounded walls formed. “I bet my pussy tastes even better. Why don’t you boys give the birthday girl a special treat and find out?”

As they watched the two guys take turns eating Holly’s cunt, Marc began lowering sensual kisses to Diana’s neck, gently squeezing her breasts, and rubbing his enormous cock against her ass. She sighed as his kisses and caresses sent ribbons of desire spiraling through her. If she’d wanted to fuck him badly a few minutes ago, now she was craving him.

Holly moaned and pinched her nipples while
she
watched her pussy get eaten, too. “That’s so good,” she was saying to Rick as he worked his mouth on her. Rick kneaded Holly’s inner thighs as he dragged his tongue deeply through her slit, and she lifted in a slow, hot rhythm against his mouth. Blaine stood by, caressing Holly’s leg, lowering kisses to wherever he could reach as he patiently waited his turn.

Diana wasn’t sure how much more she could take before she spun and yanked Marc’s trunks down. She yearned to suck his cock, take him deep inside her, everything—she wanted him in every way and Holly’s birthday show was increasing her heat and
de
creasing her patience.

When Blaine took Rick’s place between Holly’s thighs, she told him, “Suck on my clit. Suck on it and I’ll come.”

Blaine’s head lowered to her pussy and she responded by lifting her ass from the tile for slow undulations. “Come on, baby,” Rick prodded her. He reached around Blaine to close his hand over one of her breasts, flicking his thumb across her hardened nipple.

Holly had apparently known exactly what her body needed, because it wasn’t long before she was panting and gasping and whimpering, finally saying, “Yes, now, now, now—I’m coming!” Diana watched with excitement as Holly drove her cunt against Blaine’s face again and again as she cried out her ecstasy, eventually slowing, settling back into place to murmur, “Mmm, happy birthday to me.”

But the guys weren’t done with her just because she’d orgasmed. Moving her to the steps and reclining her in the shallow water, Blaine parted her thighs and eased his erection inside her. At the same time, Rick knelt by her head. She reached out, wrapping one hand around his sturdy-looking cock, and drew it to her lips. Holly looked as skilled as Diana in the art of pleasuring a man with her mouth, and Rick let out a groan of pleasure as Blaine pumped into her below. The girl appeared ravenous and enraptured at having two guys at once, a sensation Diana could relate to given her recent experiences.

Marc’s hand had slid down into the front of Diana’s bathing suit by now, fingering her pussy while they continued taking in Holly’s pleasure. Watching Holly enjoy the two stiff cocks made Diana wonder what she looked like in similar positions, and she almost understood about Marc’s “weakness”, as he’d called it, of wanting to watch. She wondered what she looked like when she grew as excited and impassioned as Holly was now. Thinking about it, she let out a sensual sigh, moving softly against Marc’s stroking fingers.

“I’m gonna come on you soon, honey,” Rick warned Holly. “I’m gonna come all over your sexy body.”

“You want me to come in you or on you?” Blaine panted as he drove into her.

She loosed her mouth from Rick’s cock to say, “On me. I want your come all over me.”

When both guys announced they were ready to explode, Blaine pulled out and, as promised, they emptied themselves onto Holly in quick shooting bursts of white. Their target lay stretched out across the pool steps, watching with delight as it spattered her breasts and torso.

When they were done, she lay rubbing it in and peering languidly up at both guys. “Mmm, I think this will be a birthday to remember.”

Diana turned into Marc’s embrace. “Maybe they’ll leave now.”

He shook his head. “That would be too convenient for us.”

“I think I get it now,” she told him.

“Get what?”

“About why you like to watch. I mean, I guess I’ve never really just
watched
someone before this, outside of a movie. It’s…incredibly arousing, isn’t it?”

He grinned uncertainly. “Odd you should say that.”

“Oh?”

He ran his hands up her sides, raking his thumbs gently across her nipples. “Because I’m experiencing a weird little phenomenon—I’m starting to think it only excites me now if I’m watching
you
.”

She drew in her breath, surprised, shockingly moved.

“Which is a problem,” he said teasingly. “Since I also keep wanting to get you totally alone, with nobody else. Kind of hard to watch then.”

She smiled. “Perhaps if we incorporated a mirror? Like in the elevator. That worked nicely.”

He brushed his thumbs across the sensitive pink peaks once more, a sensation that shot straight to her pussy. “You’re right, it did. I’ll have to get a mirror mounted on the ceiling above my bed. Like…tomorrow. Or maybe tonight. Definitely as soon as humanly possible.”

They laughed over his urgency, but at the same time, frustration mounted inside Diana. She’d enjoyed watching Holly get her birthday present, but now she really wanted their visitors gone. She wanted Marc. And she didn’t want it to be a group activity this time.

“Want to forget the pool and go inside?” she whispered.

His thumbs continued tenderly stroking her nipples, turning them harder and harder. “No. I don’t think I could make it that far right now.”

Indeed, his cock was huge between his legs. They weren’t even standing flush against each other and it jutted firmly into her abdomen.

“I want you,” she pleaded. “What can we do?”

Marc took a deep breath and peered over her shoulder. She looked to see that he was right—the trio of lovers now played in the water, swimming, hugging, splashing. They weren’t going anywhere.

“I have an idea,” Marc said, leading her deeper into the water, farther away from the others.

She let him pull her along, curious where he was taking her.

As the pool narrowed into a stream, the overhead greenery even more lush here, he released her and they swam, side by side. The pool widened again, leading to a waterfall she’d caught a glimpse of upon her arrival. Smiling, Marc said, “In here,” and drew her beneath the curtain of spilling water.

Putting her feet down, she found the water shallow enough that she was only chest deep. They were enveloped in a private enclave with rocks on one side; on the other a semi-circle of water fell so smoothly it reminded her of liquid glass. The only sound in the private spot was the crash of water all around them.

Reaching beneath the surface, Marc began to push her bottoms down to her thighs, and Diana soon had them off. Marc looped them over one wrist before pushing down his trunks and breathing, “Finally, I get to have you—just you, just me. Come here, sweetheart.”

Marc’s hands found her ass and lifted her until she locked her legs around his hips and he entered her. “Oh God,” she whimpered. It seemed like so long since his perfect cock had been inside her. Had it been only twenty-four hours?

She almost couldn’t believe she’d let him invite Adrianna to their private slave party last night and proceed
not
to fuck her. He had afterward, of course, after Adrianna had gone. But she wished he’d done it
during
the threesome, too. He felt so glorious inside her that missing even one opportunity to have this seemed tragic. “You’re so big in me, baby,” she whispered.

“And you’re so good and tight. So hot and sweet.”

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she rode him, thrusting her pussy against him beneath the water’s surface. Her breasts were level with his mouth and he took turns kissing and sucking them, making her moan with each delectable ministration.

“I’d trade a hundred nights with Adrianna…or any other woman,” he breathed, his voice ragged, as they crashed against each other over and over, “for just ten minutes…like this…with you.”

His affectionate words were the last thing she heard before her orgasm broke, the wild sensations seemed to split her in two as she rode out the pleasure, hard, against his cock, crying, “Baby, oh baby, oh baby…yesssss.”

“Don’t stop,” he said, “Me, too,” so she kept pumping against him as hard as she could, wringing the come from his magnificent cock and listening to him groan as he held her tight against him.

When it was done, they both went still, stayed quiet, their bodies remaining connected behind their private waterfall. Marc leaned forward, letting his forehead come to rest on her shoulder, and Diana basked in the simple joy and contentment of the moment, until he raised his head and gave her a small, satiated grin. “Well, not exactly the private seduction I’d planned, but…”

She smiled and rocked her cunt against him one last time. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take you any way I can get you.”

* * * * *

Like the previous morning, Diana bounced into work early, ready to get a good start on the day. She and the guys were making very healthy progress on the catalog, given the brief time she’d been here. It was Saturday, so most of the office would be quiet, but as Marc had informed her earlier in the week, Adrianna expected them to be there every day until the catalog was put to bed.

The one perk of working on the weekend was dressing down a bit, so Diana had opted for crop pants and a sleeveless sweater. She entered the conference room feeling chipper and energetic, no doubt from her romantic, if brief, tryst with Marc beneath the waterfall last night.

Part of her wondered if she should feel sheepish about working with Blaine and Rick after last night’s little party, but she was beginning to understand that in Sin City, what happened socially stayed in that realm and didn’t interfere with work relationships. As she and Marc had already discussed, even
they
had maintained a comfortable professionalism that pleased her. She liked being able to work with him so easily and productively, and then turn around and be a bad girl with him at night.

Marc walked in a few minutes later wearing blue jeans, today carrying a whole
box
of donuts. “Can I tempt you, sweetheart, or did you do the buffet on me again?”

Actually, she
hadn’t
eaten, so she peered hungrily at the box. “What kind do you have?”

He grinned teasingly. “What kind do you want?”

“Mmm, something chocolate-covered?” she asked hopefully.

“You’re in luck.”

Taking the box, she opened it to see an array of breakfast confections, but her eyes were drawn to the long narrow yeast donut drenched with chocolate frosting. “My favorite,” she said, plucking it out.

He laughed. “Now that I know you like those, we can put chocolate on my cock and let you pretend.”

“Mmm, mmm, sounds delicious,” she said, licking a bit of chocolate icing off her oblong treat with a playful smile.

A few minutes later, the rest of the team straggled in. Like Marc and Diana, they were dressed down, and Blaine and Rick, in particular, looked a little worse for wear. Dave, the only married guy in the bunch, who’d been notably absent last night, said, “Late night, guys?”

As Rick exchanged an amused glance with Diana, Blaine said, “We took Holly out. It was her birthday and her friends ditched her at the last minute.”

“Hope you showed the lady a good time,” Dave said absently, studying his laptop.

Diana bit her lip and the rest of the guys had to stifle a laugh, but Dave was oblivious.

“Yeah, I think she went home in a happy mood,” Blaine concluded.

“Today,” Diana announced with a smile, thinking they’d best get down to business, “we’re going to tackle the Cozy Panties pages. The real challenge here will be to make them sound exciting while at the same time touting them for their main purpose—the comfort they provide.” The panties in this line were all made of a soft cotton that truly was top of the line in comfort, but they weren’t Adrianna’s best sellers, likely because women figured they could buy their cotton undies anywhere.

Just as Marc was laying out the current mock-ups in the center of the table, Adrianna walked in the door. Unlike the rest of them, she wore her professional attire—an olive green suit with a cream-colored blouse beneath.

After exchanging brief good mornings, she said she had an announcement that would affect everyone in this room, “but mainly Miss Marsh.”

Diana sat up a little straighter, wondering what it could be.

“Late yesterday evening, I got a call at home from Richard Watkins, Miss Marsh’s supervisor in Baltimore.” She honed her gaze in on Diana. “You’re needed there right away, I’m afraid. We’ve made arrangements for you to fly back this afternoon.”