Do Not Disturb (20 page)

She wanted—

Her gaze caught and held on Mel and Geoff. She blinked, twice, just to make sure her eyes weren’t deceiving her.

They weren’t.

The married couple hadn’t moved far from the loveseat they’d been sitting on before. In fact, Geoff hadn’t moved at all. Mel, however, was now on her knees in front of her husband. Her hands worked at his pants as she stared up at him with a sultry smile.

Talia considered not watching but realized how foolish that would be. Everyone here had absolutely no desire
not
to be watched. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be here, and they wouldn’t be doing what they were doing.

And watching Mel and Geoff made her burn even hotter.

“They’re really good together.” Dane’s voice in her ear made it clear he knew she was watching the other couple. “They’ve been married for several years but have dated since college. Complete extroverts, always have been. Helps they’re so in love with each other that they enjoy other people watching.”

Mel finally released Geoff’s zipper completely and slid her hands inside his pants, releasing his cock.

Talia saw every move they made so clearly because they sat in a pool of light from the lamp on the table next to their loveseat. Geoff’s face was shadowed but Talia saw Mel’s smile as she wrapped her hand around his shaft.

The guy had a short cock but what it lacked in length, Jesus, it totally made up for in width.

“And Geoff loves to get sucked off.”

Moving slowly, Dane turned her until her back rested against his chest. And his full erection nestled between her ass cheeks. One arm wrapped around her shoulders, pressing against the tops of her breasts, the other around her waist, keeping her ass tucked tightly against his groin.

Dane was tall enough that he could almost rest his chin on the top of her head. Now though, he rubbed his whiskers against her temple.

They’d basically stopped dancing but continued to sway as Talia watched Mel lean down and take her husband’s cock in her mouth. She lavished all her attention on the tip at first, tongue flicking out to play with the slit.

Her fingers, wrapped around his shaft, barely met, the guy was that thick. And Mel’s mouth stretched so wide, Talia could only imagine the burn at the corners of her mouth.

God, her own jaw ached just watching. And her mouth watered in response.

What would Dane do if she dropped to her knees right here and took him into her mouth? Is that what he wanted?

Her gaze skittered to her right and caught on Cory and Liane, who were also watching Mel and Geoff. Liane’s hand had shifted to rest on the bulge behind Cory’s zipper and she stroked her fingers along the denim. Cory’s one hand remained on her neck, the other had slipped into the V-neck of her sweater to caress her breasts.

They seemed more than content to watch at the moment.

Talia’s gaze moved again, this time back to Greg and Sabrina.

Greg’s shirt had disappeared and Sabrina had her hands all over his broad chest. Talia hadn’t realized how well built the guy was. Or that he had so many tattoos. She’d have to ask Sabrina about those later.

Right now, Sabrina was a little busy. Her shirt had disappeared as well, and now she wore only a lace bra that barely contained her beautiful breasts. The girl was totally slapped together, something Talia really envied.

Greg seemed to enjoy that, too. With Sabrina leaning over him, Greg was able to get his mouth on her breasts, sucking on her nipples right through the bra.

He still had one hand under her skirt, and Talia watched as the muscles in that arm bunched and, a second later, his hand emerged to drop a scrap of lace to the side of the chaise.

Sabrina gasped, though Talia couldn’t hear her, and stared down at Greg. Her scolding look was a total fake and, in the next second, she laughed as Greg let his head drop back so he could smile up at her.

In a flash, Sabrina followed him down to kiss him, hard and hot, both their jaws working. When Sabrina sat up again, she tossed her hair over her shoulders then deliberately sat back onto Greg’s thighs. But she wasn’t teasing now. She was deadly serious.

Brushing aside her skirt, her hands worked at his jeans, undoing the button fly, not at all careful or slow.

Then she yanked them down his hips, barely giving him time to raise his ass before she had his cock exposed.

What was it with the guys in this group? Damn, not a pencil dick among them.

The funny little thought flitted through her mind for a brief second, making her lips curve until Sabrina moved again.

Even though the skirt covered her from waist to thighs, Talia knew exactly what she couldn’t see just from the look of ecstasy on Sabrina’s face and the answering expression on Greg’s.

Sabrina sank down, her head falling back and her golden-brown hair hanging down until it just brushed Greg’s thighs. She stilled for several seconds as Greg’s hands gripped her hips. Finally, she started to move.

Slow and teasing, her body undulated above his, her gaze locked with Greg’s the entire time. She rode him deliberately, each motion designed to drive him crazy.

From the look on his face, he apparently was most of the way there.

Talia didn’t know how Sabrina managed to keep that molasses pace because, even in the low light, Talia could tell she wanted to go faster. And Greg wanted her to go faster, his hands trying to get her to ride him harder.

Instead, Sabrina smiled and Greg groaned. He muttered something to her but Talia couldn’t hear him. Then he moved one hand up her back and pulled her close enough that he could get his mouth on her breasts again.

Now, Talia did hear Sabrina moan, such a wanton sound Talia very nearly blushed. And her pussy dampened even more.

She looked around to see if anyone else had been as affected, but Cory and Liane had progressed from fondling to fucking.

Liane had stripped off her jeans and now sprawled on the coffee table at the center of the conversation area.

Talia couldn’t believe she’d missed them moving. Then again, she’d been so totally focused on Greg and Sabrina . . .

Oh, god. She shifted back against Dane, wanting him so badly in that moment, she wasn’t able to breathe.

As if he sensed her distress, Dane tugged her even closer, though she couldn’t believe that was possible.

His cock felt like an iron pike against her ass, and she wanted to be the woman sprawled on a chair or a table for his pleasure and hers.

“Talia.”

“Yes.” To anything. Everything.

“That’s the word I wanted to hear.”

In the next second, she found herself scooped up into his arms and he was moving. Into the shadows.

Some part of her breathed a sigh of relief. Another part of her wanted to protest. But that part was quickly silenced by her last shred of better judgment.

He took her across the room to the darkest corner, away from the fire. A chaise surrounded on two sides by walls and on a third by a short wall topped with marble. She’d seen it earlier but had no idea what it could be used for. Now, she was simply happy it was there.

It offered the illusion of privacy she needed at the moment. It offered her freedom.

As soon as Dane’s ass hit the chaise, she twisted in his arms, maneuvering until she had her knees on either side of his thighs and her hands on his shoulders.

She knew he thought she was going to kiss him and he’d already started to lean in. Instead, she shoved at his shoulders until he got the hint and let her push him down to the chaise.

Smiling at him, which she was sure he could see even in the dim light in this corner, she sat there for several seconds simply staring down at him.

And the view certainly was spectacular.

Dane looked good no matter what he wore, but tonight he took her breath away. Sprawled on the chaise, he looked huge, imposing, and oh so sexy. His narrowed gaze followed her every move, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.

Well, she certainly couldn’t get enough of him.

That warning bell in her subconscious started to ring but she ignored the hell out of it. No way was she going to allow anything to interrupt her pleasure tonight.

They’d go their own ways soon enough and—

Fuck it. Kiss him.

Leaning forward, she settled her lips over his and kissed him hard and hot, releasing all of her pent-up desire. Practically devouring him.

He tasted like the whiskey he’d been drinking, smoky and sharp. His tongue tangled with hers as she linked their fingers and drew his hands up beside his head, as if she actually could control him.

She felt that leashed power coiled in his body, felt it in the strength of his hands and his thighs. Damn, she wanted to feel it all over her.

But she didn’t want to move. Not yet. Not while his lips parted beneath hers and his tongue stroked into her mouth.

Her pussy ached and she found herself rocking back and forth against him.

Her dress had slid up to her hips and only her underwear and his pants separated her clit from his cock. Pressing that aching nub against the ridge beneath his pants, she eased a bit of the ache but only for a few seconds. And then that ache intensified until she fucked him through their clothes.

And he let her. He allowed her to set the pace, to direct the force. Allowed her to dominate him.

And then he didn’t.

One second, she was above him, so close to getting off simply by rubbing her clit against him. The next, he released her hands, gripped her hips and reversed their positions.

Moaning at the sudden motion, she bucked against his hips, now spreading her legs wide, trying to get the same friction she’d had before. But Dane obviously had other ideas.

“Not so fast, Tally. You’re gonna come, I promise. But the first time is gonna be around my fingers. The second around my cock. The third . . . well, we can discuss that one.”

Third? God, yes, please.

“We’ll leave the dress. You’re always so completely put together. I like seeing you a little undone.”

The edge in his words made something tighten deep in her gut, and she dragged in an unsteady breath. He was the only one who’d managed to undo her in her entire adult life.

She couldn’t tell him, couldn’t give him that much power.

Instead, she lifted her hands to his shirt and began to push the buttons through the holes.

“And I love the feel of your skin against mine.”

When his shirt gaped open, she ran her fingertips down his chest to his nipples. Tweaking the hard nubs, she brushed her fingers through the soft smattering of hair on his chest.

She was partial to men with chest hair. Those guys who shaved always felt stubbly and it turned her off. But Dane had the perfect amount over his pecs.

His abs were smooth, though, and he only had a small thin line of hair that arrowed straight to his groin.

She followed that line now until it disappeared into his pants.

Unbuttoning his pants took less than a second, and the zipper made a satisfying sound as it released.

And when she slipped her hand into his black boxer briefs and wrapped her fingers around his cock, she watched his expression contort with pleasure.

He didn’t move as she explored the silky softness of his cock with her fingers, wrapping them around his shaft and allowing their skin to drag together.

“I think the first time should be around your cock.”

She hadn’t spoken above a whisper, but he heard her.

And she realized Tyler was no longer playing the piano. Soft music now filled the air but above them, she heard soft sighs and pleasure-filled moans. Which meant everyone else could hear her.

Instead of making her self-conscious, it fueled her desire to another level.

Staring up at Dane, she tightened her fingers and tugged at him while her other hand worked his pants down to his hips.

“I think that time should be now.”

“Front right pants pocket.”

He didn’t need to say anything else.

Slipping her free hand into the pocket, she pulled out the condom, each breath getting harder and harder to take.

“But I still think you should come around my fingers first.”

Without hesitation, he slid two fingers into her pussy, so wet already, he entered her easily.

Eyes closing on a moan, she felt every inch as he pushed high, one finger stroking at the perfect spot to make her shudder.

She nearly lost her grip on the condom but managed to hold on as he pulled out all the way then shoved back in. Each thrust got harder, almost to the edge of pain. But she liked it. So much.

And he was right. She came around his fingers in seconds, moaning as her pussy clenched and her back arched off the cushion.

Adrenaline buzzed through her body, heightening her pleasure, making her hungrier for more.

“Dane.” She opened her eyes when she could, finding him staring down at her, jaw clenched. Waiting.

“All you have to do is ask, sweetheart.”

Instead, she lifted the condom between them and ripped the foil. The sound barely registered through the beat of her pulse in her ears.

His cock already bared, she reached for him, rolling on the condom with shaking fingers. When she was finished, he gripped her hips with both hands and slid her closer. It was a short trip, but the friction of the crushed velvet beneath her back and ass further heightened her senses.

The hungry look in his eyes pushed her over the edge.

“Please.”

“Anything for you.”

The words were a growl, low and fierce, and accompanied by his cock pressing against the outer lips of her pussy.

She expected him to shove inside hard and strong. Instead, he took his time. And tortured her just as much as if he wouldn’t fuck her at all.

Grabbing on to his wrists, she levered her hips up, trying to make him sink deeper, faster. Instead he stopped.

And smiled.

Bastard.

God, he drove her crazy and made her want so much more than she could have.

No. No, that wasn’t true.

She had him right where she wanted him now.

Smiling up at him, she twisted her hips, working the tip of his cock inside her. “Come on, Dane. You know you want to move.”