Pleasure for Him (3 page)

Chapter Three

Moments later, she donned the clothing. The material of the three-piece lingerie set was the softest she’d ever felt hugging her skin and as she gazed into one of the many full-length jewel-encrusted mirrors in the dressing room, she did a double-take at the erotic way the clothing embraced her curves. 

She appeared very sexy in the baby-doll outfit with its feminine ruffled edges. She looked like a bride heading into the first night of her honeymoon, except in her case, instead of one man she would be with two men. Just thinking of having sex with two guys had her cheeks flushing pink, and there was a sparkling hungry edge to her eyes too. Suddenly she felt hot, almost wildly feverish with anticipation and nervousness.

She
wanted
this. Wanted to have another man touching her so she could see the pleasure in Ryland’s eyes. She’d never met a man like him before. A man whom she’d instantly been so attracted to. A man who got turned on by having other men make love to her. It was a good thing she was the sexually adventurous type, or she would have run the other way the first time he’d mentioned he wanted to share her. But by the time he’d confessed, she’d already fallen head over heels for the handsome billionaire.

Realising she’d stalled enough, Lily gave herself a final inspection, and liked what she saw. Now it was time to present herself to the men.

A few minutes later, she found them on the back porch sitting at a round, white, ornate metal table sipping on drinks. Both men wore plush white robes and they sensed she was watching them even before she opened the screen door to present herself—she knew it in the way they tensed and stopped talking. She recognised the third immediately.

Josh Sommers. He was the man that had introduced her to Ryland. She wasn’t sure if she should be embarrassed or excited. She had had no idea Josh was part of the Billionaire’s Key Club. But that shouldn’t surprise her. The Club was a well-kept secret and Ryland didn’t discuss the members.

There had been a flirty attraction between Josh and herself, but she’d never acted upon it because he’d been married. Besides, when she’d met Ryland, she’d only had eyes for him.

She noted both men were clean-cut and shaven. They smelt gently of soap, a hint of alcohol and a whole lot of dominance. Lily’s legs trembled as she stepped onto the porch.

“Hi, Lily, long time no see.” Josh stood and extended his hand to her. She shook hands with him, loving the powerful warmth of his fingers as they intertwined with hers. He didn’t let go, but instead held on. His blue eyes flared with sexual intention. Sensing Josh’s needs, Ryland stood. He took her other hand and moved in close to her.

“Baby, I have been missing you like crazy,” he whispered. He lowered his head and caught her mouth in a hard, demanding kiss that had her thoughts swirling and her body quaking. He tasted of chocolate liqueur and the sweet scent inflamed her senses. She always loved this taste on him.

One of the men, she didn’t know which one, untied the sash on her robe and it fell open, allowing the ocean breeze to whisper against her hot thighs. Ryland moved closer and she swallowed at the heated brand of his erection surging against her tender belly. So hard. So swollen.

Ryland raised his hand and pressed it against the back of her head, holding her captive to his kiss.

“I’ve been dreaming of this, Lily,” Josh whispered close to her ear. His fingers tightened around hers. “Dreaming of taking you. Aching to be inside you.”

Josh slipped his hand between her robe opening, and stroked her right hip, caressing leisurely, allowing her to get used to his touch. Her flesh tingled beneath his palm. She liked the incredible sensation.

Ryland’s breathing grew rougher and he broke the kiss. His eyes grew darker with hunger and the corded muscles in his neck were spasming, a sign that he was trying hard to keep his self-control.

“I’ve wanted to watch you with Josh for so long.”

Josh slid his hand lower to cup her right ass cheek. Her heart thundered in her ears as Ryland moved away a little and let go of her. He slipped his hand into her open robe and cupped her left breast. The warmth of his palm seeped into her flesh. Her legs weakened with desire.

“I want to watch Josh, touching you, arousing you. Will you let him arouse you, baby?”

She swallowed at the tremors of anticipation of doing what Ryland wanted from her. Eagerness fluttered through her lower belly. Ryland’s eyes were so dark, she could feel the storm of his longing embrace her and threaten to pull her into a tidal wave of lust.

She nodded jerkily. Creamed as Ryland moved away and sat down at his seat. He lifted a liqueur glass and sipped his drink as he watched for Josh’s next move. Josh stepped into where Ryland had just stood. He stared at her, his blue eyes intense. The tip of his pink tongue peeked out from his mouth. He let go of her fingers and she held her breath as he slipped his hands over her shoulders, bringing the robe off her body.

She whimpered as his gaze settled on her lips. His dark expression gentled and instead of kissing her, he lowered his head to her right breast. His mouth was like a missile as heat and moisture exploded over her nipple. Erotically, he moved his lips, sucking, and the pressure was powerful and exquisite.

She tore her gaze from Josh’s head to Ryland who watched her with a passion that had her breath stopping right in her lungs.

I love you
, he mouthed silently.
Let yourself go. Enjoy.

Having his permission made it easier to let any guilt melt away. Guilt at having another man touching her, arousing her. Josh’s hands slipped from her waist to cup her ass cheeks. His body heat warmed her. She gasped at the huge erection pressing against the vortex of her thighs and she trembled as she remembered the enormous plug she’d been instructed to use to prepare her for him.

She inhaled softly and jerked as Josh angled his head towards the breast that Ryland had just been sucking. Josh captured her nipple between his teeth and bit gently, giving her a dose of pain. Oh, why did this feel so good with another man’s mouth on her breast while Ryland watched?

She spied Ryland’s hand slip into his robe, and she caught a glimpse of him stroking his cock. She blew out a tense breath as Josh moved his mouth to her other breast, quickly finding her tight nipple. She shuddered as he bit. Harder this time. Pain flared, making her cry out softly into the ocean breeze. She slapped her hands upon his back, steadying herself.

While nibbling on her nipple, he sensually rubbed his hard erection against her lower belly, much in the same way Ryland had done moments earlier. He was a bit rougher than Ryland. A bit bolder. She creamed again, hot and thick with anticipation.

As she watched Ryland stroking himself, fever heat whispered through her, awakening her nerve endings and senses. Josh let go of her nipple and lifted his head, a crooked, sensual grin twisting his lips. His eyes glistened in the soft porch light. She stilled as his head lowered again, this time his mouth capturing hers in a soft brush that sparked delightful tingles.

“Touch me,” he encouraged. Then he took her mouth again, kissing her harder, his warm lips tender and arousing. She moved her lower half away a little so as to allow her hand to slip between them. She undid his robe sash, and her fingers trembled as she found his cock.

Big. Goodness. So big.

She couldn’t even get her fingers around his swollen, sturdy girth. Instead, she slid her palm up and down his extremely long shaft, feeling the pulse of arousal and the jerk of his flesh as she touched him.

“How do you like my surprise?” Ryland asked as he stepped up behind her. He pressed his strong body against her backside, and reaching up with his hand, he moved aside her hair from her neck to allow his hot lips to touch her there. Her flesh tingled sweetly wherever he kissed.

When Josh let her come up for air, they were both breathing heavily and she could barely answer Ryland’s question.

“I like,” she whispered hoarsely. “Very much.”

“Then let’s take this down to the beach gazebo. We have all the amenities there—great ocean views, a nice breeze, a fridge stocked with cold drinks and a bed, among other things.”

A bed in the gazebo? Other things? How interesting.

Each man took one of her hands and guided her down the porch steps along a lamplit path. For a few moments flowery scents wrapped around Lily from the nearby flower-riddled gardens then the smells wafted away as the white stone path gave way to a charming brand-new knotty pine boardwalk that meandered through eight-foot-high reeds. The roar of waves crashing upon the beach became louder and soon the reeds opened to a white sandy beach and a cool salty breeze. Directly in front of them, the full moon hung low on the dark horizon, shining a golden hue over the ocean. To her right, she spied the large hexagonal white gazebo set at the edge of a sandy peninsula. Tiny white fairy lights flickered romantically on the arbours, the latticed panels and the white wooden railings.

“So beautiful,” she whispered as they led her along the sandy peninsula and up the white marble stairs to the gazebo. It was enormous with padded bench beds along three of the six sides. She noted a small fridge and a well-stocked bar on another wall and in the middle of the gazebo, to her surprise, a good-sized hot tub was set in the cedar-boarded floor.

As Ryland and Josh mixed drinks, she spied past the twinkling lights to look out of the openings into the moonlit area. She could see all around them. On three sides, white-capped waves rushed onto the nearby sandy shore. In the distance, there was another island and another one to the south. Behind them, on this island, was the big white house with the smart black shutters and a buttery glow of lights splashing from all the windows. Flowing frantically back and forth in the ocean wind were the tall green reeds on each side of the boardwalk they’d just come from.

This was so different than living in the city. Here, there weren’t car horns blaring, or elevator doormen and security guards hovering nearby. There weren’t shrieks and shouts from people hailing cabs. Here, the roar of the waves splashing onto the sand, along with the fresh salt-tinged wind breezing into the gazebo, soothed her nerves and invigorated her. This place was heaven and she suddenly wished she could live here. Wished she could get married in this romantic gazebo. They could cover the tub with matching cedar planks and have the ceremony in here while their families watched from chairs set on the beach.

A drink appeared in front of her, compliments of Josh. She recognised it as her favourite, a mint julep in an ice-cold silver goblet. She sipped the sweet treat and enjoyed the tingle as she swallowed.

“And for you, Josh…” Ryland handed Josh a glass goblet with gold trim and pale pink liquid inside. “Your favourite, the Ménage à Trois, a mix of aged cognac, brandy and vintage pink champagne, complete with a vanilla orchid petal.”

A ménage à trois drink? Lily couldn’t stop her cheeks from heating as she continued to sip her mint julep.

“See that island over there?” Josh whispered as he wrapped his arm around her waist and nodded to the closest island. “That’s owned by the Forbes family. As are most of the islands around here. And if you look down the beach, you can see a wharf and Ryland’s newest purchase, a hundred-and-fifty-foot yacht.”

She hadn’t noticed the yacht off in the distance when they’d first come out onto the beach, but from this angle in the gazebo being out on the peninsula, and because of the whiteness of the yacht, she easily saw it moored in a nearby cove. Excitement buzzed through her that Ryland had purchased a yacht for this island. Did it mean he owned this island too? Or maybe he’d just purchased the yacht to cruise around to Martha’s Vineyard? She’d never been too nosey into his personal business, yet suddenly she was eager to know what was going on with this island and the home that looked so gorgeous it was right out of her dreams.

But she would wait. He would tell her when the time was right. Besides, the drink was doing its job relaxing her. She began to feel mellow and quite eager to have the men touching her again.

“Enough of spoiling one of my surprises for Lily.” Ryland chuckled as he came up on her other side. He had a drink in his hand. Lily recognised it as a martini. “Tonight’s for making love. Tomorrow we can explore our surroundings in the yacht.”

“You are so right, my man,” Josh grinned and placed his drink on a nearby table. He nodded to the hot tub. “Kneel onto that padded shelf, baby. Face out towards Ryland. I’m going to take a dip and eat you at the same time.”

Eat me! Oh my!

Chapter Four

Ryland grinned at her, took her glass and helped her get into the position Josh had suggested. She could barely contain her delight as she nestled her knees onto the padded shelf. The tips of her toes dangled into the warm water behind her and her hands slapped onto the cedar deck. Ryland positioned the drink near her within reach. And her eyes widened as he placed several condoms at various places around the hot tub. Then he slipped out of his robe.

He was very aroused, his thick, long erection angling up towards his stomach. He moved closer to her, his hand at the base of his shaft as he brought his engorged cock towards her face. Behind her, Josh’s fingers slipped beneath the waist band of her panty.

“Just gonna take this off, babe. Then I’m going to make you come.”

Oh
. Her cheeks flamed even more.

His fingers branded her skin as he slipped off her panties. She widened her legs to allow him easier access. Josh whistled softly.

“She’s so beautiful, Ry. Bare and beautiful,” he whispered from behind her.

Ryland’s eyes twinkled with pride. “Damn right. She’s the most beautiful woman in the world and she’s mine.” Dark possession laced his voice as he angled his cockhead against her mouth. His flesh was hot as he traced her lips as if he were applying lipstick to her. She yelped as his tongue lapped and teasingly stroked her clit, his rough pressure quickly arousing her. As she watched Ryland, his gaze intensified, the brown of his eyes deepening with need.