Players (Lessons by Loki) (9 page)

Josiah’s lips brushed against her pussy, following the tantalizing course of his fingers. Then he gently parted her and his tongue pushed right into the core of her
sex. She moaned into Chase’s open mouth. Her clit twitched, anxious for attention, but he seemed obsessed with her passage. He drove inward again and again, fucking her with his tongue.

Tension built and her inner walls contracted painfully. “Please,” she muttered in between kisses.

“Please what?” Josiah asked, mouth hovering over her pussy.

“Lick my clit. Let me come.”

He raised his head as he pushed two fingers into her rippling core. “Now that was wonderfully specific.” He sucked on her clit once then paused, letting the sensations ricochet through her abdomen. “I love a woman who knows what she wants.” He licked and sucked on her clit while his fingers slid in and out of her body.

Pleasure swelled, building gradually at the command of his clever mouth. She reveled in the
attention, amazed that she didn’t feel ashamed. Suddenly the tension snapped, catapulting her toward release with abrupt acceleration. She cried out sharply, grinding herself against his mouth.

With both hands on her hips, he stayed with her, prolonging each distinct spasm with an echoing flick of his tongue. She’d had orgasms before, but nothing like this.
It went on forever and took her higher than she’d ever dreamed possible.

When she finally drifted back down, s
he felt weightless and peaceful, ready to curl up between them and go to sleep.

Josiah licked her cream from his lips as he stared into her eyes. “Don’t get too comfortable,
Katie-cat. Now it’s Chase’s turn.”

Josiah watched Katie closely, waiting for his words to register. They weren’t through with her yet. It was Chase’s turn to enjoy her cream-slick pussy. Her eyes widened and she stared back at him in dazed wonder. She might not be a virgin, but her innocence was apparent in every move, every reaction. If she’d had more than two or three lovers, he’d be shocked. Her taste lingered in his mouth and still he wanted more. He wanted to coat his fingers with her cream and ease them into her ass. She’d moan and wiggle, scandalized by such bold pleasures. He had no doubt she’d never ventured into the realm of anal play and he wanted to be the first to take her there.

Or
Chase could hold her on his lap and stretch her snug little pussy with his cock. Josiah would kneel between their legs and show her other oral pleasures that she could be “fond of”. He’d lick her folds and suck her clit until she squeezed Chase so hard he lost control. It was so easy to picture Chase’s balls nestled beneath her ass and his shaft impaling her pink cunt. He’d lick Chase’s balls then finger-fuck him while Chase thrust up into Katie. Josiah swallowed hard. All those pleasures would have to wait. Sweet little Katie wasn’t ready for the infinite variations available to them. And Chase still refused to admit how much he liked variety.

Scooping her up in his arms, Josiah
waited for Chase to get up off the sofa. But instead of sitting down with Katie on his lap, Josiah laid her back across the sofa and knelt at her side. Chase wasted no time claiming his prize. He pulled her hips toward the edge of the cushions and spread her legs. One of her feet ended up on the back of the sofa, the other over Chase’s shoulder.

She made a distressed
yelp and covered her face with her hands. It was much too late for modesty. Besides, Josiah had no intention of letting her hide from her own needs. She was a passionate woman, capable of immense pleasure. Already she’d expanded her horizons and Josiah was going to make damn sure their adventures had just begun. He dragged her hands away from her face and pinned them to the sofa on either side of her head. “Look at me. Share your pleasure with me. I need to watch you come.”

Her gaze focused on his, her face still deeply flushed from her recent orgasm. Rather than watch Chase arouse her, Josiah watched her reactions to what Chase was doing. Her amazing breasts quivered with each ragged breath, the nipples still tightly peaked. Her hands remained fisted even after he released her wrists. Her lips were parted and her tongue peeked out to wet them from time to time. She was desire personified, soft and responsive
, sweetly surrendered to their mutual needs.

Chase was a man on a mission. He devoured her with graceless urgency, sucking and licking everywhere. And she responded to his demand with equal eagerness. Her hips rocked and she brazenly rubbed her pussy against his mouth. She arched, arms overhead, utterly lost in the pleasure.

Josiah watched it all through a haze of desire. He and Chase had shared women before. Chase was always more comfortable with male-male intimacies when a female was in the mix. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Josiah knelt behind Chase and ran his hands over Chase’s back and sides. Even through his clothes, Chase’s body felt remarkable, each ridge and ripple more intriguing than the last. Chase tensed for a fraction of a second then went right back to his meal.

Katie must have sensed the change in Chase. Her heavy
-lidded gaze locked on Josiah so he made his actions obvious. Josiah knew everyone in the neighborhood presumed he and Chase were lovers and now Katie would know for sure.

Reaching around Chase, Josiah unfastened Chase’s
pants and tugged them down around his knees. His boxer briefs soon followed and Katie’s eyes widened. He understood the reaction without needing to see what she was looking at. Chase was hung like a horse, his cock both long and thick. Josiah reached around and grasped Chase’s shaft, working him with firm, steady strokes. Chase groaned, shuddered, then accepted the caress as Josiah knew he would. Josiah slid his hand up and down the length of Chase’s shaft, but his gaze caressed Katie. He saw curiosity and enjoyment in her expression as her gaze moved over their entwined bodies. A curious little Katie-cat to be sure.

Suddenly Chase slid his hands under her
hips, lifting her pussy to his mouth. Josiah couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but it was driving Katie crazy. She gasped and moaned, her gaze unfocused and staring. Suspecting Chase was nearing release, Josiah reached around his lean hips and loosely covered the tip of his cock. Chase tensed and shook, groaning deep in his throat as he bathed Josiah’s hand with warm come. Josiah savored the intimacy, not sure when he’d be allowed to enjoy it again.

A sharp cry escaped
Katie and her eyes squeezed shut. Josiah grabbed the rag he’d used on her leg and wiped off his hand. Chase continued to lick her, but his kiss was different now. He soothed her, gentled her, guiding her back down.

When he finally raised his head, Chase looked pointedly at the bulge in the front of Josiah’s jeans. “
It’s fine,” he whispered under his breath. This had been about Katie’s pleasure. He’d take care of himself after she’d gone.

“No it’s not.” Chase righted his clothing then turned around
, facing Josiah. They were both on their knees flushed and breathless.

Josiah looked at Katie, concerned that her reserve would return as soon as the lethargy
wore off. She was sitting now, holding the front of her dress over her breasts. Her eyes were wide and watchful. “Don’t mind me.” She smiled, her lips kiss-swollen and deeply flushed. “I agree with Chase. It seems only fair.”

Encouraged by the
heat of her gaze even more than her breathless words, Josiah moved his hands aside and let Chase unfasten his jeans. She watched every move they made, obviously fascinated by their actions. He was so turned on this should only take a minute, but he wanted it to last. He wanted to watch desire burn through her curiosity. He wanted her to join Chase, to feel both their hands on him, or better yet, both of their mouths.

Chase exposed Josiah’s cock and used his pre-come to lubricate his palm. Then Chase was stroking him and Katie watched
, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She looked spellbound, captivated by the simple act. Josiah rocked his hips, fucking Chase’s fist as his need grew stronger. If a hand job turned her on, how much more would she like watching Chase swallow him whole?

A vivid image accompanied the thought and
Josiah careened out of control. He gasped and arched, thrusting against Chase’s hand. Chase grabbed the well-used washcloth and Josiah let go, coming in long shuddering spurts.

Katie released her lip with a sigh then dragged her gaze away. She pushed to her feet
and drew the sides of her dress back onto her shoulders. She looked around, likely trying to locate her panties. With a shrug, she abandoned the search and picked up her sandals. Though outwardly decent, she still appeared a bit unsteady.

Josiah quickly
refastened his jeans and stood. “I’ll walk you home.”

She smiled, not quite able to meet his gaze. “There’s no need. I live across the street.”

“I insist.”

Chase didn’t look pleased by the development. He tossed the washcloth onto the bathmat and stood as well. “I can take
you if you’d be more comfortable.”

“I don’t need an escort.”

“You’re wounded and endorphin drunk,” Josiah stressed. “I’m walking you home.”

“Fine.”
She shook her head as fresh color blossomed on her cheeks. “But you’re not coming in, so if that’s what this is about. You might as well save yourself the embarrassment.”

He seriously doubted that anything she did would have the power to embarrass him, but he just inclined his head and proffered his arm.

She walked to Chase, sandals dangling from her fingers, and kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks for an unexpected evening. It was much more interesting than I thought it would be.”

Chase laughed.
“‘Unexpected’ and ‘interesting’? I’m going to have to try harder next time.”

“Next time?”
She flashed him a challenging smile. “Who said there’ll be a next time?”

Not giving Chase an opportunity to respond, Josiah hurried her from the living room and out the front door. The night was cool and she shivered. “Did you have a wrap or a sweater?”

“No, but my purse is still in your car and I’m not sure where my underwear ended up.”

He hid a wolfish smile as he opened the car door for her. Chase was probably sitting on the couch right now with his face buried in her panties. It was highly unlikely she’d ever see the garment again. She retrieved the purse and stepped back as he closed the door.

“Are you the reason Vanessa broke up with Chase?”

The question surprised him, but it shouldn’t have. She was far more direct than her outward reserve had led him to believe. “Yes and no. I’m not nearly as important to Chase as Vanessa let herself believe, but her jealousy over what Chase and I share was part of the problem.”

“What do you and Chase share? He told me you weren’t a couple. Are you roommates with occasional benefits?”

“It happens when it happens.”
He shrugged as he took her hand. “Is it important to define it?”

She paused and faced him, her hand still surrounded by his. “
I said almost the same thing to Chase. I told him I found labels frustrating because I don’t fit neatly into any one category.”

Desire stole through his body like an intoxicating curl of smoke. How could one look from her guileless eyes stir so many feelings? He wanted to devour her, consume her, yet he felt incredibly protective
, as if she needed to be sheltered from the ravening beast.

“Which label was he trying to hang on you?” He had no doubt he already knew. He just wanted to hear her say it, hear her denying and explain why he was wrong about her nature.

She started walking again, which took her gaze off his face. “He said you thought I was a submissive.”

“I still do.
” She pulled her hand out of his light grasp. “Why does that upset you? There’s no shame in needing to surrender control to find pleasure.”

“It makes me powerless.”

He lightly grasped her upper arm, halting her steps again. “Did you feel powerless just now?”

Her gaze darted toward his then away. “No.”

Allowing her silence until they reached the other side of the street, he debated what to say. She was right. There was no need to complicate the situation with labels, but he was disturbed by the shame she attached to surrender. He’d barely begun to earn her trust. It made more sense to postpone a deeper conversation until their foundation was stronger.

“Tell me this doesn’t change what we talked about. I still want to be your friend.”

“Why?” She stepped up onto her front porch, putting their faces on a level.

“Why do I want to be your friend?”
He didn’t have to fake a confused expression. Her reaction made no sense.

“
You’ve lived across the street from me for five years. Why the sudden interest?”

He stepped closer and she stepped back. “I’ve always been interested in you. I just thought you were too
nice
to enjoy my attention.”

She laughed. “You don’t think I’m ‘nice’ anymore?”

Moving onto the porch with her, he urged her back against the front door. “I think you’re sweet, too smart for your own good, and utterly adorable. But I finally saw beyond the purity of your features and your innocent eyes.” He caged her with his arms, leaning in close without actually touching her. “You’re hungry for darker pleasures. You’re ready to play with the fire, and I want to make sure you don’t get burned.”

“What does that have to do with friendship?”

He chuckled. There was the too-smart-for-her-own-good part kicking in. “To abandon yourself to the sorts of pleasures I think you’re craving you have to trust your partner.”

“Or partners?” Challenge rang through the question though she glanced away.

“Or partners,” he agreed. “You can’t trust someone you don’t know, so I want to get to know you better. I want you to be comfortable with me.”

Her gaze finally returned to his and he was shocked by the annoyance he found there. “So the only reason you want to spend time with me is so I’ll feel more comfortable when we have sex.”

“That’s not what I said.”

She eased her purse up, forcing him back and quickly found her key
s. “Despite my behavior tonight, I’m not in the market for a lover or lovers.” She pivoted to the side and jammed the key in the lock. “If that’s your true motivation for wanting to ‘make friends’ with me, don’t waste your time.”

He grasped the handle, keeping the door closed and preventing her escape. “I won’t deny wanting you. That would be
dishonest, but it’s not the
only
reason I want to spend time with you.”

“I’m deadly serious about this. If your primary goal is more of what happened tonight, I’ll frustrate the hell out of you.”

Didn’t she realize how aggressive men responded to challenge? Apparently not, because she was waving a red flag in his face. “I’m willing to risk it. Have lunch with me tomorrow.”