Embraced (8 page)

Consider it a jolly? She was fucking going
to go through the roof as it was.

“You’re crazy.” She could feel the fires
building in her body, the heat attacking her pussy like an inferno gone wild.

“Am I?” He drew the shirt from her
shoulders, dropping it to the floor as his fingers moved to the clasp of her
silk slacks. “It’s closing time, but anyone could still walk in. A lot of the
Club’s members come in to my office, Marey. They wouldn’t touch you, but they
would watch, see your little pussy flared around my cock, hear your cries as I
go in hard, deep, and push you over the edge.”

She trembled, her eyes closing at the
insidious images he was provoking.

“Have you ever been watched, baby?” Her
pants dropped to her ankles, revealing the white lace thong she wore beneath
them. “Seen the arousal in another man’s face as your lover pumps into you? And
I would. I would give them a show. I would show them how sweet and tight your
cunt grips me, draw out and let them see the slick, syrupy juices that flow
from you before I’d push back in, and let them hear your screams.”

Oh God. This was just nasty. Depraved. It
was killing her. She had never, ever done anything like that. But she had to
admit, Terrie and Ella had piqued her curiosity, made her wonder if it could
truly be as good as they claimed it was to be part of Sax’s sexual lifestyle.

“How…” She fought the moan that would have
been more a scream as his hands gripped the cheeks of her ass and he pulled her
closer to him. “How can you share like that? Why aren’t you jealous?”

“Because I want your pleasure. All of it. I
want to see the surprise and the sensual agony twisting your features, and know
I’m a part of it. I want to see you screaming, begging, every inch of your body
caressed and pleasured. But we’ll both know who you belong to, Marey,” he
whispered. “Won’t we?”

His lips lowered to her breast, his gaze
still locked with hers as his tongue curled around the elongated nipple,
sensitizing it further, sending currents of pleasure ripping into her womb.

Who she belonged to? She knew who she
belonged to, and it terrified her. Marey shuddered as pleasure burned through
every cell of her body and the truth of her own sensuality and emotions burned
through her mind.

She had waited for this. Longed for this.
Even before she knew the sexual lifestyle Sax embraced and what a relationship
with him would mean. She had put her own sexuality on hold, waiting, knowing
the day would come when she would have this chance, this brief time to be the
woman she had always longed to be in his arms.

As his lips created havoc and
mind-destroying pleasure with her nipples, Marey’s hands moved to his shirt.
Her fingers slipped the buttons free, her hands pushed the material from his
broad shoulders. She needed to touch him, to feel him. She needed to memorize
every rough indrawn breath, every groan that came from his chest, so she would
have the memory later, when the man was gone.

Her hands smoothed over his bare chest,
down the tight planes of his abdomen, to his slacks. She made short work of
opening his slacks as his lips sipped at her nipples and his hands roamed over
her back and shoulders. She needed him naked, close to her, warming her.

“Come here.” He pulled her to the couch,
easing her upon it until she was stretched out and staring up at him with dazed
need.

God, she ached. The sensual pain was
destroying her. She had never, at any time in her life, been as aroused as she
was now.

“I could eat you forever,” he whispered as
he knelt on the floor, slowly pulling the thong from her body, his hands spreading
her thighs, positioning her until her pussy rested at the edge of the
cushions.  “You have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted, Marey.”

His lips lowered to her as she watched, his
expression tight with lust, his dark eyes glowing with it as his tongue
extended and swiped slowly through the shallow, bare slit of her pussy.

Marey jerked, flinching at the pleasure of
his heated tongue licking her, caressing her waxed folds with hungry intent. He
wasn’t in a hurry. He parted the inner lips with his thumbs and explored the
valley with destructive leisure as she tensed and fought to rein in her own
pressing need for orgasm.

Her hands went to her breasts, her fingers
plucking at her nipples as she watched him, entranced by the sight of him, so
big and broad between her splayed thighs, as he made a sensual meal of the
heated juices that spilled from her pussy.

His eyes flared at the sight of her
pleasuring her breasts. It sent a sharp biting thrill shooting through her body
to realize it had pushed his arousal higher. She fought to ignore the emotional
impact, the chinks developing in the shields she had raised against him. She
wanted to enjoy, to allow every fantasy she had ever had of him, life.

Her breath hitched as his tongue circled
her clit, his lips surrounding it to suck at it gently as tremors of ecstasy
began to ripple through her womb. Then his hand moved, his fingers sliding
through rich feminine cream, easing it lower as he massaged the tiny entrance
to her anus.

Her eyes closed. She couldn’t watch him,
couldn’t let him see what it was doing to her. He prepared her slowly, drawing
her juices back, pressing the pad of his finger into the small opening as she
bit her lip and tried to hold back the pleas and cries that would have spilled
from them.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice a
hard rumble in his chest. “So sweet and hot. But I want you hotter. So hot,
that you have to have more.”

She wanted more now. The small, tiny little
bites of sensation weren’t enough. She needed more.

“Do you like that?” His finger slid in
deeper, massaging the sensitive nerve endings just inside the entrance, making
her tighten on him, then relax. She needed more.

“Sax…” She was breathing hard, heavy.
“More. Please.”

She heard a growl, a hungry male sound of
pleasure as he slid in further, his lips moving on her clit again, building the
pleasure inside her to a lava-hot intensity. She couldn’t bear it. She
whimpered, her hips writhing, pressing closer, impaling herself further on the
broad finger penetrating her ass.

Each surging, burning fork of pleasure that
struck her drove her higher. She was panting, pleading, mewling sounds of need
falling from her lips as she felt herself nearing the edge.

“Go over for me, baby,” he whispered
roughly as his lips surrounded her clit, one hard finger penetrated her
gripping pussy, while the one that teased her anus slid in, sending fire
scorching through her body, pleasure tearing through her senses until she
erupted, shuddering and screaming out her pleasure as her orgasm exploded through
her.

He didn’t give her time to come down, for
the vibrations to ease away. He rose between her thighs, his cock jutting
toward her, thick and hard as her gaze centered on it.

He pressed the erect flesh against the bare
folds of her pussy as Marey gasped, watching as the flared crest pushed in,
disappearing inside as flames began consume her. He held her legs over his
arms, holding them apart, watching as she watched, filling her slowly as she
began to tremble.

“Sax. It’s so good,” she cried out, her
voice barely more than a low gasp as the pleasure began to consume her once
again. “It’s so good…so hard…” Her back arched as she panted for breath, using
her inner muscles to caress and milk the iron-hard flesh as it impaled her.

“And you’re so soft,” he growled. “So soft
and tight you steal my mind, Marey.”

He pushed into her, stretching her slowly,
filling her pussy with the incredible heat and pleasure that she knew she would
only find with Sax.

Her gaze stayed centered on his dark cock
as he impaled her. Moving inside her slow and easy, working in and out until
finally, every inch buried inside her, stealing her breath.

Control was, for both of them, a thing of
the past then. Sax didn’t take her gently, though he never hurt her. He held
her firmly in place, his hips moving hard and fast, his cock jackhammering
inside her with a frantic, almost desperate pace as the pleasure began to
build, to whip through her in blistering bolts of sensation that had her
screaming, her head falling back against the couch as she arched to him.

It was too good. Too hard. Too much
pleasure.

“Harder,” she screamed out as her orgasm
began to peak, the slamming of his erection inside her stroking nerve endings
too sensitive, too responsive, for her control to handle. “Harder, Sax. Fuck me
harder.”

He groaned, the sound rough and primal as
the thrusts increased, the heavy pressure building in her pussy, her womb, her
soul…

She exploded, screaming out his name as she
felt him drive in deep, felt the flexing of his cock, then the scalding release
of his seed as it began to jet inside her, prolonging her own orgasm, driving
it higher, hotter.

She collapsed minutes later, fighting to
breathe, to make sense of the incredible lethargy and sense of peace that
suddenly filled her. As though this was where she was meant to be.

That evening, wrapped in a towel and
carrying a bottle of chilled wine, Marey joined the five Trojan wives in Sax’s
hot tub. The impromptu meeting had been arranged before they left the office.
As they were leaving, James had invited them to ride back with him and Ella in
the company limo. With a knowing grin, he had informed Sax that Ella was
becoming impatient to visit with Marey, and putting her off was evidently
causing him a few sleepless nights.

Tess, Cole’s wife, was stretched out on one
end of the ten-seat tub, eyes closed as she smiled at something Terrie, Jess’
wife, said beside her. Ella, married to Jess’ twin brother James, sat on the
far end beside Tally, the only woman lucky enough—or was that courageous
enough?—to be in a relationship with the twins, Lucian and Devril Conover.
Kimberly, Jared Raddington’s wife, sipped at her wine as she watched everyone
else. She was the quietest of the five women, but no less important within the
small group.

“You’re taking long enough, Marey,” Ella
smirked as Marey dropped her towel and eased naked into the bubbling water.

She snorted at her friend’s comment as she
poured a glass of wine and sat the bottle on the deck behind her.

“Doesn’t it bother the rest of you when
those men close themselves off like that?” she asked, referring to the fact
that the seven men were now closed in Sax’s office, discussing only God knew
what.

It bothered her. Made her nervous,
especially considering the fact that her lover was one of them.

“Yeah, maybe the rest of them are giving
Sax advice,” Ella drawled. “You know, on how to spank stubborn women.”

“Naw, that’s a treat,” Tess countered with
a laugh. “They’re in there convincing him of the merits of abstinence.
Punishment lies in doing without, not getting extra. Ask Cole, he’s learned
that fact several times.”

“Yeah, right,” Terrie snorted at that one.
“Come on, Tess, ‘fess up. What’s your best holdout time? An hour?”

“Almost,” Tess laughed back. “Or until he
pulls out the toys.”

“Oh God. I shouldn’t have to listen to
this.” Ella covered her ears in mock horror. “That’s my daughter.”

“Prude,” Tess chuckled.

“Not anymore, Tess,” Terrie pointed out
with a laugh. “James and Sax reformed her.”

Ella’s blush covered her upper chest, neck
and face as she splashed water back at her friend.

Marey glanced at Kimberly then, seeing the
flush that filled her face, the way her eyes lowered. Ella had admitted it had
been damned near impossible to talk Kimberly into joining the group, because of
her past exploits with Sax at the Club.

“Sax as a reformer,” Marey drawled. “Now
that one is hard to imagine.”

She ducked as Ella splashed water at her,
before chuckling easily. It was odd, being amongst this group, all of them
together at once. She had avoided the larger gatherings over the past year,
unwilling and unable to bear the frank discussions she knew arose within them.

“Of course he is, Marey,” Tally entered the
joviality then. “He’s reforming you. I bet he’s already choosing prospective
seconds now. Maybe that’s what all the secrecy is all about.”

Her tilted eyes sparkled with amusement and
fondness as Marey shot her a dark look.

“It occurs to me, that the five of you are
finding much too much amusement in this,” she announced haughtily. “Maybe I’ll
reform Sax.”

Laughter erupted around her at her comment.

“Yeah, I can see that one happening,” Ella
toasted her with her wineglass. “Let me know when it works, hon, and we’ll all
enjoy our fun and games in your memory as we make a note to keep our men away
from yours. If you reform the Trojans, we might all have to hurt you.”

Marey rolled her eyes, shaking her head at
the knowledge that her friends relished the occasional threesomes their
husbands provided, and the more extreme sexuality they possessed.

“I can’t see Sax reforming,” Kimberly spoke
then as though forcing herself to face a problem head-on. “Any more than the
others would.”

“Sax definitely does seem to enjoy the
screams he inspires,” Ella chuckled. “Are you screaming yet, Marey?”

“Remind me to kill you, Ella,” Marey
growled affectionately. “How do the five of you do this? Sit and discuss this?
Jess had sex with Tessa, but I’ll be damned, Terrie, if it bothers you in the
least. Lucian had fun and games with Terrie. The five of you should be mortal
enemies.”

“Yeah, and Sax played really nice with me
and Kimberly,” Ella pointed out with a smirk. “But you still love us.”

“I’m still debating your worth, Ella,”
Marey gave her friend a mock snarl. “I didn’t say I wasn’t just as perverted as
the rest of you, I’m just pointing out how damned odd we are.”