NeedMe (4 page)

Marcia grabbed her necklace and worked it through her
fingers. Fuck, that was hot.

“Like what you see?” Tony asked against her cheek, his hand
enfolding her needy breast.

“Mmm-hmm.” She pushed her nipple into his palm. “Big-time.”

A totally naked guy wandered past them, his full cock
swinging proud. She let out a happy sigh. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

“He wouldn’t satisfy you,” Tony said, his voice confident.
He still caressed her breast, more brazenly than before.

Maybe he was getting into this too? A girl could only hope.

“Neither would a six-pack and a loaded cheese pizza but that
doesn’t mean I don’t crave them when I’m hungry.”

Cale laughed and motioned for them to follow as he led the
way across the lounge, choosing the first door that branched off the main room.
As soon as he pushed it open, sharp slaps stung the air and a woman’s brutally
suggestive moan sliced through the stillness.

“Holy…” she whispered, stopping between her two guys to
watch the woman bound to a cross eagerly accept the lashes from her Dom’s
leather-tipped flogger. At least she was pretty sure it was a flogger. The
assembled group paid no attention to the three of them, so rapt were the
expressions on their faces as they collectively flinched under each of the
blows.

Tony rubbed her ass, reigniting the burn from his earlier
smack. “If you want to try this, we’ll have to rig something similar at home.
I’m not wearing assless leather pants in public even for you, Marsh.”

She let out a laugh, covering her mouth a moment too late.
Lots of annoyed faces turned their way and she whispered a hushed apology as
the show resumed.

Cale didn’t seem amused. In fact, his gaze had yet to leave
the woman on the cross. His stance had changed from relaxed to tense.
Way
tense.

Shit, did he consider this some sort of abuse? Did he not
get it was consensual? He was the type of guy who’d charge into a scene like
this and try to play hero.

“She wants it,” Marcia whispered, feeling more than a little
slow when he arched a brow at her.

“Yeah, that’s pretty obvious. She’s about to come. If he’ll
let her.”

“What do you mean if he’ll let her?”

“Orgasm denial can be a big part of a scene,” he said, his
gaze skipping over her on his way back to the front of the room.

“What the hell’s that? No man can tell me when to come.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Tony muttered, nudging her toward
the door as more screams rang out. Cale followed them but he didn’t seem as
though he was in any hurry.

Weird. Was he into this? If he thought she’d consent to
being denied anything anytime soon, he was incorrectamundo.

“Let’s try door number two,” Cale said, again taking the
lead. He opened the second door off the lounge to a long, dark hallway.

Marcia groped for Tony’s hand as the three of them moved
toward the laughter behind the closed door at the opposite end of the hall.
They entered a steam room hot enough to seal all Marcia’s curls for life. She
didn’t startle at the sight of so many naked, writhing bodies—after what she’d
seen down the hall, this seemed as tame as an amusement park—but her nipples
tightened into eager peaks.

Cale headed toward a relatively deserted corner, the perfect
vantage point to see most of the room. He sat down on a wide, slotted bench and
spread his long jean-clad legs, taunting her with the rigid length trapped
beneath well-worn denim.

“Think this will be more your speed,” he murmured, pulling
her down into his lap for a hot, quick kiss. She offered her assent in the form
of a soft moan, hardly cognizant of Tony sitting beside them and slipping the
shoulder of her dress down to bare her skin. He pulled on the thin strap of her
bra with his teeth, drawing the lacy material tight over her aching breasts
until she shivered.

“How we gonna do this?” Cale asked, his gaze on hers though
he spoke to Tony. “What’s off-limits?”

“Nothing.” Her rapid reply made Cale’s insolent mouth
stretch into a lazy grin as his light-blue irises darkened.

“I was asking your man. Since tonight you’re ours to do with
as we wish. Aren’t you?” he asked, stroking her hair the way the wolf might’ve
when he was luring Little Red Riding Hood into his den.

Except she was no innocent maiden. And she’d wanted to lie
with this particular wolf for a damn long time.

She gave him a saucy look. “What’s in it for me?”

“More orgasms than you’ve ever had before.”

“Times two,” Tony said against her neck.

Well, that didn’t sound bad, now did it?

Together they tugged her dress over her head, revealing her
cotton-candy pink bra before Tony pulled that and her panties off as well. Her
clothes fell to the bench beside them.

“Two mouths,” Cale continued, lowering his head to take her
nipple between his lips while Tony did the same.

She looked up and saw they were being observed by several
other couples in various clinches of their own. The most notable was the pair
on the bench opposite them. The woman straddled her man’s lap and slowly rode
up and down on his cock as they openly watched Marcia, Tony and Cale. Her gaze
stayed on Marcia’s breasts the entire time she moved. Rather than that making
Marcia self-conscious, she exhaled, pushing her chest out more. Cale and Tony
only sucked and bit her nipples harder.

God, she needed this. She’d been questioning her
desirability too much recently. Between getting used to her new shape and her
looming fortieth birthday, she hadn’t been feeling like herself. People staring
at her with desire in their eyes added some desperately needed change to her
ego bank.

“Two hands.” Tony’s voice cut through her thoughts while his
palm swept down her torso and between her legs. One touch and she burned.

Cale lifted her breast so he could devour it with his teeth
and tongue. Heat drenched her, saturating her skin inside and out. Between the
rising steam in the room and her lovers’ attentions, she’d incinerate in no
time flat.

“Two cocks,” Tony finished when she cried out at the dual
spears of pleasure connecting her breasts to her painfully sensitized pussy.
“Filling you everywhere. Your mouth, your pussy, your ass. Separately.
Together.”

A little shocked that her normally non-dirty-talking lover
had become so vocal—and in a place he hadn’t seemed eager to visit in the first
place—she didn’t respond. She wound her fingers through Cale’s hair, surprised
that of the two men, right now he was the one she understood more.

Cale ground his erection against her ass and gazed directly
into her eyes, their faces so close their noses brushed. Involuntarily she
tipped up her hips to meet Tony’s aggressive explorations between her thighs.
He slid a finger inside her cunt, liquid warmth meeting his thrusts.

She wasn’t embarrassed by her body’s reaction. The faster
she flew apart, the quicker she’d stop wondering what would come after.

Dammit, her mind just wouldn’t turn off. But if she lost
herself completely in this moment, the next couldn’t harm her.

Fun. That’s all tonight was. And research. It wouldn’t
change anything between the three of them. If it did, it would only bring them
closer together.

“That work for you, Blondie?” Cale breathed into her ear.

Tony glanced at her when she didn’t answer, and for a second
she glimpsed her typically considerate, romantic boyfriend. Did he think he’d
pushed her too far with his dominant routine?

He hadn’t. God, she loved when he went caveman on her. She
only wished he’d do it more often.

When she nodded, Tony smiled and smacked her pussy, just
hard enough to layer pain over pleasure. She leaned forward to kiss him, her
lips frantic against his. “Fuck me, Tony.” She tossed a glance at Cale. “You
too.”

“Say please.”

She had no problem begging Tony at that point because he’d
dropped to his knees and buried his face between her legs. “God, please.”

It took only seconds for him to send her over the edge. He
knew just how to stroke his tongue against her to increase the friction,
understood exactly when to suck on her clit to make her explode. She climaxed
hard, gasping through the orgasm while Cale grabbed her arms and held them
back.

Tony rose and reached for his belt. Her gaze connected with
her lover’s as he freed his erect cock. Something in his expression made the
thread of cold nerves she’d tried so hard to vanquish wind through her once
more.

“Please,” she whispered again, wondering if what she was
pleading for would end her relationship for good.

Chapter Four

God, she was so beautiful.

Tony sucked in a breath. He was completely nuts for her.
Totally in over his head. Didn’t his presence at Kink prove that? She’d
shattered his comfort zone and he didn’t even mind. Experiencing something like
this with her made any discomfort worth it.

Cale shifted to straddle the bench, sliding along its length
until he was leaning against the wall. He drew Marcia between his legs until
she was nestled at the apex of his thighs. Tony waited as Cale spread her legs,
using his ankles to hold her wide open. She didn’t flinch under Tony’s gaze or
the gazes of the people watching them with open fascination. Instead she
reached down to hold her thighs apart, offering him a glimpse of glistening
pink flesh.

He’d been inside her so many times. So many nights. Every
time brought new pleasures. Tonight would be new and thrilling in a lot of ways
but the biggest thrill would be knowing he’d helped her live out a fantasy.
He’d given her that, without strings.

Because he loved her. Plain and simple. Not a huge,
complicated love that would bind and chafe like the early days of their
relationship when they’d argued so much about stupid things. When jealousy and
petty annoyances had fought hard with passion and often won. They’d moved
beyond all that. The love that had grown in its place was steady, a deep glow
rather than a flickering flame that would spurt bright and burn out fast. He
had to show her how he felt…and maybe he’d even help uncover her own feelings
in the process.

He hoped.

Instead of glancing at the other couples around them, Tony
focused on Marcia. Though Cale held her arms, he saw only her as he shucked his
jeans and boxers, tossing them on her pile of clothes. He didn’t bother with
his T-shirt, which probably proved he hadn’t climbed all the way onboard with
the sex club thing. But this wasn’t about the voyeurism experience as far as he
was concerned. Sure, there were nude, hot women all around him, but he didn’t
know them. Didn’t want to. He had all the eye candy he needed right here.

Cale slipped his hands under Marcia’s bare ass, raising her
just enough to present her like an offering. Tony threw one leg over the bench
and inched closer. Steam swirled in the air between them, increasing the
droplets of moisture that dripped down her shoulders and off her truly
magnificent breasts. He blotted a bead of her perspiration with his thumb as he
sucked on her upper lip, taking his time to fully explore the soft flesh as if
they’d never kissed before.

For a moment, his gaze drifted to Cale. His best friend
smiled and lowered his mouth to her hair, the gentleness of his kiss saying
volumes.

Tonight he would give them the gift of enjoying each other.
And that enjoyment would fuel his own.

Tony kissed Marcia again, harder. “I want you.” She mumbled
something he couldn’t understand.

He gripped his cock and trailed the crown down her slit,
coating himself in her juice. She moaned as he slid his hand under her ass,
tipping her upward so he could slip inside her, just enough to give her pussy
something to wrap around. She felt so swollen and ready, her slick walls trying
to draw him deeper. He fought the pull of her sex and his own need and focused
on stroking the small bud that grew under his touch.

“Shit, that’s incredible,” Cale said against her hair, his
attention riveted on what was happening between Marcia’s legs.

Even through the steam, Tony figured his friend could see
the liquid squeezing out around his barely embedded cock, her body so pliable
and wet for his that little more than a thought would propel him inside her
delicious heat. Cale’s hands enveloped her breasts while he watched, his tugs
on Marcia’s nipples eliciting her sharp, breathy cries.

She was so vocal in bed, his complete opposite most of the
time. He knew she liked it when he talked dirty so he did his best while he
inched deeper inside her, testing them both. “You like that, don’t you? Feeling
how hard I am for you, knowing there’s no other woman who could do this to me.
Only this pussy, only those big, beautiful eyes sucking me in.”

Though her hazel eyes gleamed with longing, he saw the worry
just beneath as he rocked his cock into her snug channel. He didn’t intend to
come now. If Cale wanted to fuck her here, fine. But he’d wait until they were
at home. This was just an appetizer to what promised to be a very filling main
course.

“Tony—”

“Shh,” he said against her mouth, kissing her until she
softened around him, her body’s tension draining away. “Just want you to come,”
he added, pressing deeper. “Put on a show for them, baby. You know you want
to.”

Her lids lowered, her thick dark lashes sweeping her cheeks.
As if she’d been waiting for permission, she lifted her hips against him and
knotted her fingers in his hair. She yanked his face closer, parting her lips
for him to invade her mouth. With sexy and slow pulls on his tongue, she
wreaked her own brand of havoc on his mind and heart.

He forgot where he was. Sex club? What sex club? It was
Marcia he paid attention to, her supple, curvy body grinding against his, the
soft rise of her belly rippling as she fought the climax he was so determined
to give her.

Within moments, her wild kisses dragged him to the edge of
his control. He drove deeper than he’d intended, helpless to fight the urge to
bury himself in the warm, wet refuge of her body. He slid in and out, shallow
pumps that made her writhe and arch, displaying her sexy breasts for anyone to
see.

Cale bent down and drew her beaded nipple between his teeth.
“I want her ass,” he said, the low demand causing Marcia to whimper. “Where’s
that lube you said you had, Blondie?”

She opened her eyes. Her hazel irises seemed almost gold now
and hazy with lust. “Purse. Floor. I think? Hell, I don’t know.” Her dizzy peal
of laughter made Tony grin in spite of the fiery fists of arousal gripping his
balls.

“Yeah, it’s on the floor,” Tony confirmed, wrapping his arms
around Marcia when Cale disentangled himself from around her body. His best
friend was still fully clothed but the pole about to bust through the front of
his threadbare jeans was plenty eye-catching.

Tony didn’t mind seeing Cale naked. In college, they’d
watched the occasional porno together. Naturally they hadn’t just watched.
Neither of them had any bi tendencies, so being around each other in the nude
was more or less like looking at themselves.

Except in Tony’s case, he wished he was as seriously endowed
as Cale. He certainly didn’t lack downstairs himself but Cale put mere mortals
to shame.

When Cale dispatched his T-shirt, jeans and briefs, the way
Marcia looked at his nude body aroused Tony all by itself. She swallowed Cale
with her eyes, her pupils enlarging as she took in the part of him that would
soon be getting very acquainted with her ass.

“Whoa,” she mumbled. They all laughed. Then she glanced at
Tony and sighed happily as she squeezed her pussy around his cock, her erotic
version of a hug. “You’re the best boyfriend ever.”

“Glad you think so.” Tony circled her overeager nipples with
his thumbs as he leaned in to nibble her swollen mouth. “You might not think so
when he’s done tearing you up.”

She didn’t wince. That was Marcia. Rough sex? Hell to the
yeah, she loved it and more. She didn’t say “bring it on” but her smile
certainly implied it.

“I’m especially inspired tonight,” Cale murmured, using his
teeth to open the condom he’d removed from her purse. He lifted a brow at Tony
in unspoken question.
Sure you don’t want one of these?

He didn’t. Not now. They’d had sex without a condom more
than once in recent months, relying on the rhythm method and good timing. It
wasn’t something they made a habit of, because Marcia wasn’t on birth control.
She’d tried a few kinds and they’d all given her unpleasant side effects. When
they played around sans latex, they played the odds. Especially since they
hadn’t discussed what would happen if those odds resulted in more than afterglow.

But right now, he couldn’t have withdrawn his cock from her
unless under threat of death. Besides, one movement and he’d blow, especially
when Cale nudged her pretty mouth with the dark-red head of his cock.

She didn’t hesitate to open up, flicking her tongue along
his slit until a drop of fluid trickled down her chin. Grinning, she wiped up
and wrapped her lips around her finger, her eyes closing in dreamy
satisfaction.

“Like that, baby?” Tony asked, rousing her with his mouth on
hers. He didn’t balk at the foreign flavor on her tongue and instead used her
dazed reaction to his kiss as an opportunity to power even farther into her
willing body. They both moaned at the increased friction. It only grew while
she turned her head back toward the hard cock bumping her cheek.

Cale didn’t push or intrude. No doubt about it, he had this
threesome thing down. But when Marcia finally brought him all the way into her
mouth, her fingers playing up and down the base of his shaft, he let out a
groan that verged on a roar.

Tony glanced around at the other occupants of the steam
room. Most of the people weren’t paying attention to them but there were a few
who’d definitely taken notice. A woman riding her man across from them, seated
on yet another bench, seemed riveted. She had long brown hair that curled
around her breasts, and her fingers rode the seam between her legs as she
watched. Catching Tony’s stare, she smiled and drew her hand up to her mouth,
sucking off her own juices one finger at a time.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his cock twitching. Was it wrong he
found this hot? Had he crossed over to the kinky side?

A moment later he focused on yet another woman watching them
from the corner. She was solo and her hands roamed her naked body as if she was
positively burning up from the visual banquet in front of her.

There was no way any red-blooded man—or apparently
woman—could be surrounded by all of this and not be turned-on. It was lewd,
dirty beyond belief. But any guy who jacked off to porn had to appreciate this
kind of live action.

He glanced back as Cale speared his fingers through Marcia’s
hair and tipped her head back to receive more of his cock. She was already
doing pretty well on that score. She was damn good at giving BJs. He should
know.

Hissing out a breath, Tony tightened his fingers around the
base of his length. His balls were throbbing like a sonofabitch. Much more and
he feared the slightest movement would make him come.

Clearly Cale agreed because he tapped her cheek and slipped
free. “Enough, Blondie.” He gritted his teeth. “Seriously enough.”

Cale’s shaft gleamed wet, and he had to struggle to get the
condom on. But she wasn’t done yet. With a teasing grin, she grabbed him again,
swallowing the crown of his dick with a loud slurp. She hollowed her cheeks,
pulling hard, then finally let him pop out from between her lips. “Natural
lube,” she said breathlessly.

“Tease,” Cale said in a low voice. “You’ll pay for that
later.” Tony grinned as Cale fisted her hair and caught her mouth, stabbing his
tongue deep.

She moaned. Cale moaned. Hell, Tony moaned too, clenching
his fingers so hard around his erection he almost got a damn cramp. This was
crazy. Unless he wanted to come deep inside her, he needed to stop things now.

Tony pulled out but Marcia whimpered, drawing away from Cale
to shoot him a needy look. “Please. I’m almost there,” she whispered, moving
closer. She wrapped herself around him—arms, legs. Then she angled her hips
upward and gyrated against his cock in a way meant to drive him mad.

It worked.

He rocked forward and sank home into her pussy again,
groaning at the undeniable feeling of rightness. God, there were no words to
describe how much he craved the wet clench of her flesh around his. He reached
down and rubbed her clit, squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn’t watch her come.
Bad enough he’d have to feel it.

“Fuck,” he gasped as her channel tightened to the point of
pain. Of utter bliss. Her pussy enveloped his cock as he drove home, needing to
feel every wild spasm around his dick no matter the risk.

She cried out again, drowning him in her warm moisture. His
muscles twitched with electric pulses, his breath sawed from his lips. At the
last second, he yanked his cock free of her snug cunt, just in time for his
release to fountain across her still heaving breasts and belly.

He dropped his forehead to hers.
Holy shit.

Across the room, a solitary moan cut through the din. When
he managed to open his eyes again, Marcia was playfully licking up the droplets
of his release from her fingers. Her gaze flicked between him and the opposite
corner. “Check that out.”

Still panting, he turned his head and saw the solo woman
with her hand buried between her legs, fingers pumping madly. When their eyes
locked, she thrust her hips upward. God, she was coming. Watching him had
made
her come.

The woman let out a moan, body jerking. Her tremors went on
and on until finally she withdrew her hand and bent to gather her clothes.
Mouthing “thank you” to Tony, she slipped out the door.

Marcia chuckled softly. “Think you were the one who put on
the show after all,” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him.

* * * * *

Once they were in the car, Marcia flipped the pad and stubby
pencil out of her purse. She had a lot she wanted to get down before phase two
of the night began.

Cale drove and Tony rode shotgun, leaving her room to
collapse in the backseat. And collapse she did.

Her sex twinged, a reminder of her stunning orgasm around
Tony’s cock. How he’d managed not to come for so long inside her was a freaking
wonder. She’d figured maybe he wasn’t that turned-on at first. After all, he
hadn’t been too enthused about the whole sex club idea. But man, when he’d
finally come, he’d almost shot his damn head off and hers too.