Christa (3 page)

He glanced at his watch. Elizabeth Underwood hadn't arrived. After Christa's retelling of their back street encounter, he was impatient to meet her again. His first impression of her had been right after all. He'd been out of his mind with boredom at some stuffy business function that one of his partners had dragged him to where she was the guest speaker. He saw she was beautiful and smart, but when he was introduced to her after the lunch he'd picked up a frisson of something else. Something a little perverse and hidden. Then she'd shut it down and he thought he'd imagined it.

Nella Pouache glided past him. He acknowledged her shy smile with a nod. Now there was a woman who had perversity down to a fine art. He didn't know what her brand was, but he recognised a fellow traveller when he saw one. Not that what Christa and he indulged in was perverse by today's standards. No chains, whips, candle wax or other pain-inducing props for them. Maybe some light bondage and some sex toys, but the main game was The Gaze. He liked to watch and she liked to be watched. Their mutual need was the foundation of their successful marriage.

The group Christa stood with broke up as she excused herself to welcome more guests. Marc's pulse kicked up as he recognised Elizabeth Underwood, looking nothing like the sleek businesswoman he seen at the business function. She had some kind of dark blue sparkly dress on that covered her from neck to knee. But when she turned to pick up a glass of champagne, he saw it was completely backless. And what a back. Golden and smooth. An image flashed into his mind of that back bent over Christa, pleasuring her while his seed splattered over Elizabeth, marking her. He smiled to himself.

Christa manoeuvred Elizabeth away from the other guests and over to him.

“I know you two have met before under very different circumstances,” Christa said.

“Very different,” Elizabeth said, with a smile. “I'm afraid I was a contributor to a terribly boring lunch that your husband had to endure. My apologies. My only excuse was jet lag. Never again will I agree to speak at a lunch when I've just arrived back from Europe.”

“You weren't boring. My companions were, but you were fine.”

“Kind of you to say.”

Her icy blue eyes watched him as she sipped her champagne. He held her gaze and smiled slow and easy. His reward was a slight flush on her golden skin. When she licked a stray drop of champagne from the rim of her glass, he went immediately hard. Christa snickered beside him. He glanced at her and saw her glittering green eyes were fixed on Elizabeth's covered breasts. The dark material didn't hide the shape of her hardening nipples.

In wordless agreement, the three of them huddled closer together, shutting out the other guests.

“How does this work?” Elizabeth asked.

“In about an hour or so, I'll ask for contributions to the foundation. That's the signal for the end of the evening. I ask my guests to make their contributions directly into the foundation's account via their smartphones. Then I can see who does and who doesn't. The ones that don't I follow up in other ways.”

“I hate to think what those ways might be. Or maybe I wouldn't,” she murmured, turning her blue gaze to Christa.

Marc could feel the tension between the two women radiating from them in pulsing, sizzling waves. They looked like they wanted to devour each other right in front of him. He was pretty certain he looked the same. An hour. He wasn't sure he could wait that long, given the state of his cock.

Elizabeth took out her phone and started pressing some buttons. “There,” she said. “My contribution is made.”

“Excellent,” said Marc. “A good night will be had by all.”

***

The last of the guests finally left. Christa made her way up the stairs to the bedroom suite she shared with Marc. He and Elizabeth had disappeared earlier while she impatiently herded the stragglers out. She wasn't worried. Marc wouldn't start without her.

She entered the bedroom and saw them out on the balcony, taking in the city lights. A bottle of champagne was in an ice bucket. They were sitting sipping from their glasses and watching each other. Christa took in a deep breath, then let it out.

This should be fun
.

She stepped out onto the balcony and let the night air cool her heated skin. But nothing could cool the pulsing heat of her sex.

Marc's long legs were stretched out in front of him. He looked dark, dangerous and ready to pounce.

Not yet. Not until the game was played. And Elizabeth looked like she knew exactly what the rules were.

Christa crossed to stand next to her, then bent, cupped the back of her head, and open-mouth kissed her. She tasted of champagne and surprise. A small sound escaped her throat but she returned Christa's kiss with gusto. As Christa deepened their kiss, she felt Elizabeth's hand slide up her leg and under her dress to knead her arse

Christa broke the kiss, her blood beating a staccato pulse in her veins, and pulled her out of her chair. She glanced at Marc, who had an inscrutable look on his face.

“Come,” she said to both of them. Elizabeth followed her while Marc unfolded himself from his chair, and with a grin ambled into the bedroom.

“Sit,” Christa said to him. “And stop looking so smug.”

“Me? Smug? Why would I be smug when I'm about to have a night not to forget with two of the most beautiful women I've ever seen?” He hooked his arm around Christa's waist and kissed her. She let him, then pushed him away.

“Don't be rude. We have a guest.”

“We do indeed.” Marc brushed his hand across Elizabeth's forehead and ran his hands through her hair, loosening her French roll. She stepped forward.

“As a guest, I think I require a taste of what's to come.” She placed her hands on Marc's chest then slid them around his neck.

Christa watched as she kissed him and he responded, grasping her arse and grinding against her. The sight of her Nordic blondeness against his dark predator made the ache between her legs even more intense. For once, she wanted to be the watcher, to see them twined and naked, fucking and sucking and sliding against each other. Wanted to see Elizabeth on her knees with Marc's cock in her mouth. But first she had to taste Elizabeth's pussy.

Her heart was working overtime. It took all she had not to rip the dress from Elizabeth, throw her onto the bed and bury her face in her cunt. Instead she waited until their kiss was finished then led Marc over to an easy chair. A chair that she'd placed in just the right place for the night's events.

He sat and smiled up at her. Still in his white dress shirt and black trousers, he looked like sin personified. She smiled back then turned to Elizabeth.

“Did you like the taste of my husband?” she asked, as she reached around to the back of Elizabeth's neck and undid her dress. Held by only one fastening, the dress pooled around her hips, exposing her round breasts with their erect, pointed nipples. Her skin was the colour of ripe peaches, golden and rosy. Marc made an appreciative noise.

“I did,” Elizabeth said, her eyes on Christa. “I want to taste more. But first you.”

She turned Christa around and swept her shoulder-length hair away from her zipper then slid it down, pulling the dress as she went. Christa stepped out of it while Elizabeth unclasped her bra, then slid her fingers slowly down Christa's spine. Each touch from the other woman wound Christa up more and more, making her breath short and her pussy wet. She turned back to Elizabeth and pulled her toward her so their breasts touched, nipple to nipple. Then she kissed her again, needing to feel the whole long length of her body, to run her hands up her back and press her tight against her.

Christa pushed Elizabeth's dress down so she could step out of it. She was so beautiful. She cupped her hand under Elizabeth's breast then dipped her head to taste her. Her moan matched Elizabeth's as she sucked and nuzzled and took her nipple between her teeth to pull lightly.

“Oh, God,” Elizabeth muttered. “Oh, God I need to fuck you.”

“Yes,” Christa murmured. “Now.”

She pulled Elizabeth over to the king-sized bed and proceeded to strip her of her thong, then wriggled out of her own. Elizabeth lay across the bed, with her blonde hair splayed out around her head and her eyes glittering with hungry desire. Christa couldn't remember when she'd wanted anyone as much.

As always, she could feel Marc's gaze on her, on both of them. Glancing toward him, she could see that while he leaned back in his chair, seemingly nonchalant, the burning intensity in his eyes and the tight bulge in his pants told a different story.

“That makes you hot, doesn't it, having your husband watch,” Elizabeth gasped.

“Yes. Always.”

“I can see why. Fuck, he's gorgeous,” she said as Christa pulled her into her arms. “But I want him to do more than just watch.”

Christa rubbed herself against the full length of Elizabeth's body and kissed her over and over. “Oh, I think he will tonight,” she said between kisses. “We'll make him.”

She circled Elizabeth's nipple with her tongue as she cupped her sex. Elizabeth arched her back and groaned as Christa slid two fingers into her. She couldn't get enough of Elizabeth's breasts. Fucking her with her fingers, Christa nibbled and sucked and gently bit Elizabeth's flesh.

“Ah, God! Deeper,” the other woman moaned.

Christa sat up and leaned over Elizabeth, stretching to open the bedside table. She extracted a flesh-coloured vibrator and some lube. She showed it to the other woman who grinned and opened her legs wide.

“I was hoping some toys would come out.”

Christa looked down at her glistening sex. “You're so wet. I think we can dispense with the lube for now.”

She knelt next to Elizabeth and slowly pushed the vibrator in, then out, setting up a good, consistent rhythm. Elizabeth propped herself up on her elbows to watch, thrusting against the vibrator and breathing with shallow breaths. When Christa turned on the vibrator and bent to suck and lave her clit, Elizabeth threw back her head and howled.

She tasted divine. Salty and earthy and all woman. Christa lost herself in driving the other woman wild with her tongue, while all the time fucking her harder and harder with the pulsating toy. She gazed up Elizabeth's body to see her face transform into ecstasy. Elizabeth's clit throbbed in her mouth as she came and came and screamed out her pleasure.

“No more,” Elizabeth begged. “I can't take any more.”

Christa laughed softly and released the other woman from her ministrations. She turned off the vibrator and threw it aside, then took Elizabeth in her arms again to snuggle and pet her. Her golden skin was flushed and her blue-ice eyes were drooping with languorous contentment.

“You're a peach,” Christa murmured. “A delectable, tasty peach.”

Elizabeth grinned and rolled Christa below her so she could lie against the length of her body. She grabbed Christa's hands and pulled her arms up above her head, linking their fingers. With her legs, she pushed Christa's legs open and undulated against her, kissing and nibbling her neck. The tips of her erect nipples brushed against Christa's breasts.

“Oh, God that feels so good,” Christa gasped. “More.”

Elizabeth let go of Christa's hands and propped herself up to tease Christa's hard, sensitive nipples with her own. Christa grabbed the firm globes of Elizabeth's arse and started grinding against her, pushing the other woman's vulva against hers.

Elizabeth laughed breathlessly. “That's not going to work. We need a little more contact than that. Let's do it properly. I want your clit against mine.”

In a flurry of arms and legs and much giggling, Christa found herself lying back on the bed, her legs wide with one hooked around Elizabeth's waist. Elizabeth knelt diagonally over her, her legs wide, allowing their vulvas to touch and slide and grind, scissors style.

“You've done this before,” Christa said, gasping and breathing hard as Elizabeth worked against her clit.

“Damn straight,” the other woman said. “I was the Queen of Trib in my sorority house. Everyone wanted my cunt.”

She smiled broadly at Christa, her eyes full of wild abandon. She circled her hips and pressed hard against Christa who pushed and thrust against her, grabbing Elizabeth's arse cheeks, desperate for her own release.

Christa tipped back her head and closed her eyes, trying to prolong the raging pleasure as Elizabeth bore down harder and harder, fucking her clit. “Oh, God, yes, please keep going,” she begged.

“Look at me,” Elizabeth demanded in a ragged voice. As Christa's mind started to fragment in blinding, wild ecstasy, she opened her eyes and saw her Nordic Goddess in all her glory, her blonde hair wild around her head and her breasts swaying rhythmically as she worked against Christa.

“Are you gonna come now, pretty girl?” Elizabeth gasped. “Come, come now!”

Christa thought she might die and go to heaven when pleasure so intense flooded her body, making her scream and beg. “Oh God. Yes, no. I can't. No more.”

“Yes you can,” Elizabeth cried as she worked herself furiously against Christa's clit, thrusting and grinding. “Fuck, fuck, yes!” She screamed as she came, hard.

Elizabeth collapsed across Christa's body, both women lost in the bliss of post-orgasmic abandon.

Christa had been with women before, but never had the pleasure been as intense and wild. Beneath her businesswoman persona, Elizabeth was another person.

***

Elizabeth Underwood sat on the bed, next to one of the most fascinating women she'd ever met, and stretched her arms over her head. Her limbs felt loose and limber after the best sex she'd had in some time. Dropping her arms she turned and smiled down at Christa, then lay down against her to taste and torment her breasts.

“Hmm,” she moaned. “I think it's time to bring our watcher into the fold.”