Illicit (11 page)

“I’d like to keep playing until I win the money I need.”

Erik sat back in his chair and smiled. “I have an idea. Why don’t we give you back all the money you have in the pot, and you can bet something else?”

“Like what?” she asked innocently.

Connor eyed her. “That’s a very nice suit, but I would love to see you lose it, and take off the blouse.”

A tremor of excitement rippled through her at the thought of sitting here with the men in their full suits and her in her bra and skirt.

She stared at the pot, as if carefully considering the situation. “Okay, let’s do it.”

Travis grabbed her chips from the pot and slid them back to her. She stacked them in front of her.

“So, Lindsay, what do you have?”

She grinned. “I’m sorry to tell you boys that…” She flipped over her cards. “I have a flush.”

“That is too bad.” Connor didn’t look disappointed at all as he turned over his cards. “But as it turns out, my full house beats your flush.”

He dropped his cards faceup on the table. A pair of eights and three jacks.

Travis and Erik both laughed as they tossed their cards aside.

She drew in a breath and stood up, then removed her suit jacket. Her fingers found the top button of her blouse and she released it. Their gazes locked on her hands. She found the next button and released that one. Their gazes dropped lower. She continued to unbutton her blouse until it hung open, revealing a couple of inches of skin.

As she slipped off her blouse, goose bumps danced across her flesh. Now she sat in her straight skirt and low-cut, pink lace bra. With her glasses and her hair still pulled tight behind her head, she felt half librarian and half virginal temptress. Connor handed her the deck and she dealt out the cards. She lost the hand and realized they hadn’t stated what she’d lose this time.

She stood up. “I assume you’d like me to lose the skirt.”

“Actually, no.” Erik smiled. “Instead, I’d rather you take off your panties.”

“Oh, yeah.” Connor grinned widely.

With the length of her skirt, they wouldn’t see a thing. But when she stood up to slip off her panties, she realized it wouldn’t be as simple as she’d thought. She had to hike the skirt up pretty high before she could get ahold of them and pull them down, and every male eye scrutinized the skin she bared. Finally, she dropped them to the floor, then she opened her purse to slip them inside.

“Hey, I think the winner should get to keep those.” Connor held out his hand.

She placed her crumpled panties in his big palm.

Connor closed his fingers around them. “Mmm. They’re still warm.” He held them to his cheek, his eyes gleaming. “And you’re naked under that skirt.”

From the way all of them were looking at her, she realized that just the thought of her not wearing panties had them all turned on. If she gazed under the table right now, she would surely see tent poles in every pair of trousers.

She shifted a little in her seat, the wool of her skirt brushing against her folds. In fact, it was turning her on, too.

She won the next two hands, probably because the men were very distracted, their gazes alternating from lingering on her breasts and drifting to the table, as if they thought if they concentrated hard enough, they’d be able to see through the table and the wool of her skirt.

Travis won the next hand and smiled. “I think Lindsay might be getting a little cold with no panties, so I’d like her to put some on.”

Her eyebrows arched. “You want me to put my panties back on?”

“Not
your
panties.” He stood up and grabbed a briefcase from under the table. He opened it and took out a small box, then handed it to her.

She peered inside to find black satin-and-lace panties.

“Very pretty.” She lifted them from the box and stood up.

“Wait, don’t forget this.” Travis reached for the panties, then slid a little black device into a pocket in the front. “Now put them on.”

She took the panties from him, eyeing what she realized was probably a bullet vibrator, then pulled them on. The vibrator sat nestled against her.

Travis held up a black device small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. “Now whoever wins a hand can hold the remote control.”

“Remote control to…” The vibrator began to move against her clit. She dropped into the chair, her eyes wide at the intense sensation flooding through her.

Erik chucked. “I think you’d better turn it off before she loses it.”

“I’d like to watch her lose it.” Connor’s smile widened as he watched her.

Ten

Lindsay had to concentrate just to stop herself from slumping in the chair and letting herself go to the pleasure. But the vibrations stopped. She pushed herself straighter, then took a deep sip of her wine.

“You expect me to play cards with this thing on?”

“We’re distracted. Why shouldn’t you be?” Travis winked.

While they played the next hand, the vibrator periodically leapt to life, quivered against her clit for a few seconds, then stopped. Connor won the next hand and ramped it up, giving her long bouts of quivering pleasure. She could barely think straight let alone concentrate on which cards to play. When Travis won, he kept her on the edge of her seat because he didn’t turn it on at all. She kept waiting for it. And
wanting
it.

On Erik’s win, he turned it up to vibrate steadily against her clit, sending her pleasure higher and higher. She slumped in the chair, aware of the male gazes watching her hungrily, but just barely. Pleasure swamped her senses, rising and rising. When she was just a breath away from an orgasm, the vibrator stopped.

“Nooo.”

Erik’s smile stretched across his face. He stood up and rounded the table, then took her hand and drew her to her feet. Her knees were rubbery, but she stood. He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then drew it from her body. Her nipples puckered in the cool air, then ached at the heat of his gaze.

He stroked over one nipple and she arched against his fingers.

“Fuck, I can’t stand it.” Connor stood up and walked toward her as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his big, hard cock. “I want to fuck her so bad.” He unfastened her skirt and tugged it downward. It dropped to the floor, revealing her pink garter belt and stockings.

Erik cupped her breasts, and squeezed gently, then turned her toward the table. He tugged her panties off, then stroked her bare behind. She quivered inside, standing there basically naked in the middle of these three fully suited men.

Connor dropped an empty condom packet on the table, then a moment later placed his hand on her back and pressed her forward, until she leaned over the table. She rested her hands against the hard surface, then gasped as she felt his hot, hard flesh glide against her.

“She is so fucking wet.” At that, Connor drove into her.

His big cock stretched her as it went in deep.

“Oh, yes.” She quivered.

He drew back and drove forward again. His hands found her breasts and he cupped them, teasing the nipples, then pulled her tight to his body and nuzzled her temple. “You are so fucking hot I’m going to come any second.”

He drew back and plunged into her again. And again. He groaned, then shuddered against her. She squeezed his cock inside her. Her own orgasm swept through her and she moaned.

Connor pulled out and Travis stepped behind her. His cock drove into her and he thrust over and over again. Another orgasm catapulted through her and he groaned in release.

When he pulled free, she expected Erik to take his place, but instead, he took her hand and led her to the couch at the side of the room. He sat down and unzipped his pants. His huge erection stood like a rocket ready to launch. As soon as he rolled a condom on, she knelt over his lap. He leaned forward and captured one of her hard nipples in his mouth and suckled. She cradled his head against her, moaning at the exquisite pleasure of his mouth around her and the delicate pull of his sucking.

“Oh, God, I’m going to come again.”

At her words, he pressed his cock to her wet folds and pulled her down on him. He wrapped his hands around her waist and guided her body up and down. His cock-head stroked her insides, thrilling her. She squeezed as he thrust into her. Bliss pummeled through her, building. Spreading.

“Oh, God, I’m going to…” Pleasure erupted inside her and she wailed. She rode the wave of pleasure, then slumped on Erik’s chest.

But he was still hard inside her. She pushed herself up and started to ride him again.

He chuckled. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m good.”

“Actually, I can be of help.” Connor helped her to slide onto the couch beside Erik, then he leaned against the arm of the couch.

Erik stood up and pressed his cock to Connor’s anus and slowly eased inside. Travis dropped down on the couch in front of Connor and licked his cock, then took it in his mouth.

She sat in fascination, her gaze locked on Connor’s cock gliding into Travis’ mouth. Behind Connor, Erik thrust deep, impaling him. Erik’s cock drove in and out of Connor until both men groaned their release. Travis swallowed as Connor came in his mouth.

She was so turned on again, she grabbed Travis’ hard cock and tugged him toward her. She lay back on the couch and he straddled her, then drove his cock deep inside. She squeezed him inside.

“God, yes. That’s so good.”

He pumped into her, filling her deeply.

Pleasure swelled through her, carrying her higher. “I can’t believe you can actually…”

Travis drew back and thrust again.

“… you can make me … oh…”

Travis’ cock swelled inside her, stretching her vagina.

“… come … again…” Joy pulsed through her. She gasped, then wailed.

They collapsed together on the couch.

Lindsay started giggling, totally giddy from the practically nonstop orgasms. And the fact she was lying here, totally naked, while the three men were fully dressed.

“You guys are totally insane,” she babbled between breaths.

Travis drew away, smiling. “And you love it.”

She grinned, not even bothering to deny it. He pulled her to her feet and into his arms. He removed her glasses as she gazed into his heated brown eyes. He cupped her face and drew her forward, then captured her lips. His kiss was gentle and hungry at the same time. His tongue glided into her mouth and consumed her.

“You know, you spent last night alone with Erik. How about you give me a chance tonight?”

Some of her hair had escaped the clip at the back of her head and he stroked loose tendrils behind her ear. At the tenderness of his touch, she was a heartbeat from saying yes.

“Hey, buddy, don’t you think the winner should wind up with the prize?” Erik said.

She could see the disappointment in Travis’ eyes as Erik drew her into his arms, but when he kissed her possessively, all thought melted away.

*   *   *

Lindsay gazed at the wonderful view of the city from the window of the restaurant atop the ritzy hotel. The sun was just beginning to set so they’d have a lovely backdrop for their dinner conversation. A tuxedo-clad host led them to a curved booth in a cozy, intimate corner.

As she slid along the leather upholstered bench, she was glad she’d brought her sundress to change into before they’d left the conference room. Negotiating the curve of the bench would have been awkward in the tight skirt. And thank heavens she’d had extra panties in her bag, since Connor had insisted on keeping the ones he’d won during the poker game.

A waiter came by promptly and lit the candle in the mosaic holder at the center of the table. The light glowed warmly through the amber-tinted iridescent glass.

“Red wine?” the waiter asked, holding an open bottle.

“Yes, please.” She watched him fill the tall, delicate stemmed glass at her place setting.

He filled each of the other glasses, too.

“I called ahead and ordered filet mignon for all of us,” Travis said. “Is that okay with you, Lindsay?”

“That sounds lovely.”

The waiter nodded. “Very good. I’ll bring the first course.”

“Nice place.” She unfolded the cloth napkin from her plate and laid it across her lap. This restaurant looked very expensive. With the penthouse they lived in, this expensive restaurant, and the fact they’d rented a meeting room at the casino for their role-playing, she knew Erik must be extremely well-off. She felt a surge of warmth when she thought of him going to work as a cop every day simply because he wanted to help people.

“It has a nice ambience,” Travis agreed.

The waiter appeared and placed a platter down with baguette slices covered with a blend of tomato chunks and herbs topped with small chunks of white cheese. “This is a bruschetta made with herbed goat cheese, fresh plum tomatoes, olive oil, and balsamic vinegar,” he said, placing small plates in front of each of them. “Enjoy.”

He topped off their wineglasses, then disappeared again. Lindsay picked up a slice from the platter, then took a nibble. The tangy flavor filled her mouth.

“Mmm. This is good.” She finished the slice, then sipped her wine before helping herself to another.

She took another bite and swallowed. “Have you done this before?” She glanced at Travis. “I mean, invited a woman for a weekend like this?”

“Would you be offended if we said we have?” Connor sipped his wine, then picked up a third slice of bruschetta.

“Offended? Of course not.” But she did feel disappointed, despite herself.

“Liar.” Erik stared at her with a grin.

“Well, it would have felt more special if I’d been the only one, but…” She shrugged. “That’s just my ego talking.”

“Lindsay, you are special,” Erik said.

“Sure, I know. All of the women you’ve been with are special.”

“Lindsay.”

She lifted her gaze from her wineglass to Erik’s intent blue eyes.

“You are special.”

She shifted in her seat. She didn’t know how to behave under his intense stare. Didn’t know what to say.

The waiter arrived and took away the empty platter, then replaced it with another. “Maryland crab cakes served with a green onion sauce.” He cleared away their small plates and set out clean ones, then disappeared with quiet efficiency.