For The Wicked (Fantasy Heights) (2 page)

With one hand on his balls and one on his shaft, she kneaded and pulled, squeezed and stroked. She studied his reaction, employing more caution while squeezing his tip. That would send him over the edge in a hurry. Same with pulling on his balls. She fell into a less inflammatory rhythm of long strokes up and down his shaft and lightly tracing her fingertips over his scrotum.

He squirmed now and then, but she could see the undesired type of tension receding, leaving looser shoulders and neck muscles in its wake. When his arms finally began to relax, she eased forward, lifted his shaft, and took the tip of his cock back into her mouth. She closed her lips around his glans and sheathed her teeth, biting down on the inside of her lips to apply more pressure.

When she began to bob her head, his stomach muscles tightened and he breathed out a moan of deep arousal. The sound echoed in her pussy and nipples. She liked how it felt, knowing she was turning him on, and how her body responded in kind.

Assured she could finish him in seconds if she added more ball play, she changed tactics. No need to rush anything. She had never had complete control over him before, and it would be fun to experiment.

She lifted her head and took her hands away to refresh the lube. This time, she warmed it on her fingers before lowering her hand between his legs.

Josh tensed immediately, as soon as she pressed her fingers between his buttocks. He liked doing it to her. His turn, now. She wanted to do it to him, to pay back some of that intense, profoundly intimate pleasure.

“Easy,” she soothed. He didn’t protest as she rubbed in experimental circles against the taut muscles of his anus. It took a while, but once she picked his shaft back up and resumed a smooth, easy stroking motion, she felt him relax. She didn’t rush into penetration. Continuing to rub, she curled her fingertip to apply more pressure but never attempted to poke inside until his breathing was level once more.

Careful to maintain the stroking, she lowered her head to take his tip into her mouth. While she closed her lips around him, she pushed her fingertip inside. She did it gently, but still he arched a good inch or two off the table, and inhaled deep. Very tight, and the feel of his muscles clenching around her had a powerful effect she hadn’t expected. It made her feel possessive. And aggressive. Also suddenly and dangerously close to orgasm. She wanted to hurry things along, pump her hand. But this was Josh, and if she hoped ever to get him into this position again, she had better play nice. Make sure to earn his trust, the same way he’d done with her, before indulging her more aggressive urges.

Slowly, with just the smallest motions, she pushed inside him and then drew out once more. Over and over again without pause, allowing him to grow more used to the sensation while she kissed and sucked the tip of his cock.

Before much longer, her patience paid off. She felt him surge in her hand, felt his cock swell even harder, and there was a shift in his thighs and pelvis as he opened up to her. She didn’t hesitate to drive her finger more deeply inside him, and felt a sharp answering sting in her own body. Her mind hurried ahead to images of climbing onto the table, squatting over him, taking the tip of his cock into her ass. Facing away so she could reach down between his legs and poke inside him, all the way, forceful and fast until he came so hard he’d be spent for days.

Josh breathed out a plea. “Ah, slow. Slower, please. God, that feels good.”

She hummed an apologetic response. But he wouldn’t have it all his way. Gentle though she was, she still drove her finger more deeply inside him, pressed it all the way in while she opened her mouth and lowered her head to draw the tip of his cock to the very back of her throat.

He made a different sort of plea, then. Wordless, a simple rocking motion with his pelvis. Back and forth, driving first his cock more deeply into her throat, then her finger more deeply into his ass. She was so wet now that she could feel her own wetness leak out onto her thigh, enflaming her all the more.

But she kept her cool, and allowed Josh to continue pleasuring himself with the rocking motion. She had never felt him this hard before. So swollen, so hot.

Then all of a sudden, she felt him go utterly taut, utterly still.

It startled her for a moment. What was wrong? What happened?

Then she nearly jumped out of her skin as a hand gently settled into the small of her back.

Ah. Josh had better hearing than she did, apparently. She knew the intruder instantly.

Thomas.

She lifted her head, releasing Josh’s cock to meet Thomas’s eyes. She’d had dreams about Thomas walking in on her and Josh, and vice versa. It had to happen eventually, but not now, not like this, with Josh in a blindfold and restraints.

Thomas did not appear the least surprised or bothered. In fact, he didn’t appear to have any reaction at all. “How’s that for interesting timing?”

Josh answered him. “You’d think we’d been neglecting her or something. Help me out, here.”

Thomas did not respond. He simply watched. And there it was again. She felt that tension, that certain suppressed hush rise up to overshadow them all.

Heaven help her, but she ignored it and continued to stroke Josh’s cock. She didn’t relieve him of the finger inside him, either. She did hesitate to speak, though. She might be interested to see what would happen with the three of them together, but the same might not hold true for Josh or Thomas. Though they’d been on set together at the same time, their friendship did not extend into friends with benefits territory. Maybe that’s where the tension came from.

Neither Josh nor Thomas seemed eager to green- or red-light the situation. A decidedly heavy silence extended toward highly uncomfortable before Josh finally caved in. “Please? She’s gonna make me come, and I won’t be able to finish her the way she likes.”

Amanda saw a flicker of relief in Thomas’s eyes, quickly followed by a sort of devilish determination. “As you were,” he ordered. He even raised a hand to push her head down until she’d taken Josh’s cock back into her mouth. Thus she could only listen as Thomas stripped his way out of suit coat, boots, jeans, t-shirt and boxer briefs.

The anticipation sizzled through her like a flame along a wick. Half the nerves in her body had now tuned themselves into every tiny move Thomas made. As he approached her, the sweet, achy pull moved with him.

When Thomas did finally put his hands on her, he went directly to the point, cupping her mound and sliding his middle and ring finger into her pussy. “You’re so wet I could drink you.”

She hummed against Josh’s cock and pressed back onto Thomas’s hand at the same time. When Josh squirmed, she realized she’d also driven her finger into him, hard. She meant to apologize by wiggling it gently, but he gasped in response.

Now aroused past the point where she had much control, only wanting to turn up the heat on Josh even more, she withdrew her finger and added a second. Then it became much more difficult to penetrate him, even with all that lube.

She was the one to gasp next as Thomas withdrew his fingers and replaced them with a hot, hard cock. Not gentle. He drove into her from behind in two rough thrusts, deep and forceful enough to make her cry out. He kept her steady with one arm wrapped around her waist. With his other hand, he reached around to clamp his fingers onto an already aching nipple.

The effect was predictably explosive. The pang that seized up all the muscles in her pussy zapped like lightning. She cried out again, and then redoubled her efforts on Josh, who had begun to struggle against the restraints.

“I want to see.”

“Isn’t that too bad?” Thomas countered.

He thrust into her, extra hard. The forceful penetration caught her body’s attention and started that incendiary glow inside. Deep pleasure. It became a fight to keep that glow in check.

Josh first. That was all she could focus on as Thomas, who knew her so well by now that he checked his own ferocious needs in deference to Josh’s pleasure. He took shallower thrusts, gentler, bending over her now to press his mouth against her neck while she continued to invade Josh’s ass. Still keeping firm hold of his shaft, she worked the tip of him.

He was hard, but not on the edge of coming yet. Perhaps he needed a push.

She lifted her head and began to knead his tip with her hand, squeezing and pumping in a quick but playful rhythm. “He’s fucking me, Josh. Fucking me from behind and squeezing my nipple.”

Whoa. Major surge. Not just from Josh, but from Thomas, too. She gasped as he growled against her. He altered his rhythm to drive himself in deep, and then hold still a moment. She could feel him shaking. Feel that unsteady, body-in-control quake he sometimes got when patience and self-control were at a premium.

Her body knew what could happen when Thomas reached such a state. She responded with all due greed and intensity. The glow inside billowed into a beacon, drawing pleasure to its source.

She picked up the pace of her hand motions. “His cock is pushing into my pussy, then out again. It’s wide like yours, and he can be rough sometimes. Do you want him to be rough with me?”

She never got an answer. Josh gave into the stumbling grunts and moans, and clenched teeth, before his whole body seized up. Then he went over the edge, pulsing and straining as she milked the cum from him in long, hard pulls.

Thomas was barely holding on, she knew. He was fighting not to beat her to the finish line. And since that battle was all but lost, she could tell, he decided to unleash an extra weapon. He let go of her waist and sent his hand down between her legs. Expert fingers sought and found her clit, swollen and so wet that his touch felt like an electrical shock. He could just as well have pushed the button marked
Make Amanda come so hard she loses control of her limbs
.

Everything—her awareness, identity, her connection to her partners—was pushed away as her body surrendered to orgasm. Intense pleasure started at her core and moved along muscle and sinew, clenching and stretching and coloring everything within its reach a rich, beautiful shade of chemical joy.

Still, she was entirely aware of Josh’s replete descent in front of her, along with the wordless yet vivid and powerful climax going on behind. Her body registered and recorded it all, from the magnitude of Thomas’s orgasm—the highest in a while—the cautious strain to make sure he didn’t lose his balance and send them both toppling onto a defenseless Josh. And finally the not-so-senseless words he breathed against her skin once he began to wind down.

Generally, she didn’t pay attention to anything said in the heat of the moment. A couple of those utterances, this time, sent a rush of adrenaline into her bloodstream. Hard to tell if the cause was better described as fear or excitement.

Whatever it was drew a circle of white-hot delight at that delicate ring of nerves inside her pussy where his still-hard cock applied glorious pressure. Her second orgasm began with a couple intensely pleasurable electrical twitches that escalated into tight, delicious pulses.

When she returned to awareness again, she could feel Thomas resting his forehead against her shoulder. “Beautiful,” he told her.

Josh let out a tortured-sounding laugh. “What the hell did we do with our time before she showed up?”

“Who knows. Who cares.”

Thomas kissed her shoulder blade and stood them upright. He reached over to free Josh’s left leg and wrist while she worked on the other side. Though Josh was slow to sit up, he did peel off the blindfold.

While she and Thomas dressed, Thomas said, “I came here to ask if there’d been any change with the Briggs situation.”

Amanda shook her head. Suspicions surrounding Brandon and Lily Briggs were thick one day and thin the next. The couple hadn’t rebooked in the three weeks since Marla, Robert and an unknown accomplice were arrested. The longer they waited, the more suspicious Thomas became.

He muttered something dark, and then changed the subject. “Anyone want to visit the girls tonight? They’re all moved into the facility this morning, and the docs said there’s no reason we couldn’t drop by later.”

Inside, Amanda felt her whole body gulp nervously. The girls in question were Nicole and Ridley. Their families had agreed to have them moved back to this area so the doctors working on the Janos drug investigation would have better access. No one held out hope for a complete recovery, but there had been vast improvements recently. Ridley had stopped crying, finally. No more raving about the number eight. And if nothing else, at least the girls were closer to their respective homes and families. Arizona and Washington were just too far away.

At the thought, Amanda took a mental sidestep onto a related topic while she gathered Josh’s clothing. She set it all in his lap. “Have either of you talked to Detective Dussault? Any luck, there?”

“Maybe,” Thomas said. “She at least acknowledges she should tread carefully around DriveRate. But I don’t think she’s willing to stand down and trust us with the investigation.”

“If you were her, would you stand down?”

“Hell, no.”

“Exactly. You can’t expect her to, either. It’s her job. How are we going to keep her safe?”

Josh answered. “Remind her every five minutes not too push too hard or risk another correction. And it wouldn’t hurt to remind Gregory Hughes of the same thing.”

Both Amanda and Thomas froze. Unpopular topic. Three weeks, and still no sign of Jerod Hughes. Still no proof whether he was friend or foe, dead or alive. His father, Gregory, the local DA, would be on site again tomorrow. He’d made an appointment with Thomas that precisely no one was looking forward to.

More pressing was management’s need to do something about the security chief job. Eric refused to believe Jerod had turned on them. Max wouldn’t believe it, either. Neither of them would accept Jerod’s former post, even temporarily.

Amanda glanced at Thomas and once again found that hollow, haunted quality in his eyes. Worried sick, though he usually tried not to show it. He was not convinced they had gotten all of the DriveRate operatives out of Fantasy Heights. She knew firsthand that he would lie awake at night warring with himself. The soldier in him wanted to attack DriveRate with everything he had at his disposal. But he was now an Accord member, also. A Suit. And that part of him had to account for evidence and due process and the safety of everyone under his purview.