Naughty Bits 2 (11 page)

Joe. He was walking her backward until she hit an obstacle. It was the half wall, topped by a scrolling iron rail that separated the bar area from the dance floor. Although her back was turned, she knew Walker was sitting just on the other side, only inches from her.

And still Joe kissed her, deeper now as his hands went gliding over her rib cage, her sides, until he gripped her hips.

Her limbs went liquid when she felt Walker's hand caress her head, petting her hair for a minute before he gathered a handful and pulled. She gasped, astonished at how the abrupt pain made her sex pulse.

Joe released her mouth to skim his warm, moist lips over her neck, her collarbone. Her heart hammered in time to the steady beat of dance music as he continued to taste her skin.

Walker tugged her hair, forcing her head to tilt back over the railing. The diffused lighting was dim, but anyone could see them. Anyone could see her melting under the touch of these two men. Anyone could see the way she spread her legs so Joe could step between them. Anyone could see the way her chest rose and fell in a rushed rhythm.

For a second Chloe worried that someone she knew would catch a glimpse of her behavior, but she pushed the concern aside. In the dim light, no one was likely to recognize the woman in the flirty dress and teased hair.

And it was sinful how the idea of people watching them encouraged her behavior. Lowering her lids, she imagined eyes on her, aroused by what they saw. Two men making love to one incredibly fortunate woman.

She moaned aloud as she felt Walker's free hand encircle her throat, holding her tight with the grip he had on her hair and her neck.

“Chloe?” Walker's voice was a warm question in her ear.

“Yes,” she panted.

“Is this what you want?”

Last chance. If she was going to walk away, this was the time to do it. She took a deep breath, exhaled.

Joe looked at her, his green eyes dark and serious and wanting. She jerked a nod. “Yes. I want you. Both of you.”

And she did.

SHE DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO CHANGE HER MIND.

They exited the club and entered the casino, Walker leading her by the hand and Joe strolling along on her other side.

Despite the fact that she wanted this, she was still nervous, and as they approached the elevator her heartbeat sped faster and faster until pure adrenaline raced through her veins. She had no idea what was going to happen, no idea if this would affect their friendship. She hoped not. But this desire had been building and there was no way she could turn back now.

Later. She would worry about consequences later.

Then they were in the elevator, standing on a swirling red carpet, and Walker was pushing floor 35. The door was closing and soon they'd be alone—

But a hand shot between the elevator doors, pushing them back open. Her toe tapped an impatient beat as a crowd of people pushed their way inside. Walker and Joe inched closer to her, surrounded her.

She was shaking.

Hurry up!
she wanted to scream. But the fucking elevator seemed to be stopping at every floor. Damn tourists!

The three of them stood at the back of the mirrored elevator car, listening to the Muzak. Her pussy throbbed. The
lace of her bra teased her sensitive nipples. When she felt Walker's fingers on her skin, she jumped.

He smiled down at her. “You okay?”

She nodded. “Yup, great.” His touch burned a circle around her wrist.

He drew her hand behind her back. In her daze, she didn't notice Joe doing the same thing with her other hand, but seconds later Walker held both of her wrists, pressing them against the brass rail lining the back of the elevator.

Restrained. Walker's grip was as solid as a metal handcuff. She glanced at Joe, who was smiling at her like the handsome devil he was. And she couldn't say anything because there were two gray-haired women in front of them talking about the value of the ninety-nine cent buffets.

They stopped at another floor and one of the old ladies exited. Then there was just four of them. The remaining woman turned and smiled.

Chloe tried to return the gesture, but it must not have worked because the woman looked downright alarmed. As soon as the elevator doors opened the elderly woman bolted as fast as her Easy Spirits could take her.

“Finally.” Turning toward her, Joe reached into the neckline of her dress, slid his fingers beneath her bra and brushed her nipple. “You're ours, aren't you, Chloe? Our girl now, so beautiful like this.”

She gasped as Walker's grip on her wrists grew firmer. He pulled her arms tighter, straighter. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her clavicle. “Isn't she?” he murmured, his voice a rich breath on her skin.

Biting her lip, she tried not to moan as Joe pulled her nipple between his fingers and pinched. “Just as lovely as we thought.”

The elevator continued to rise as Walker's other hand moved over her lower body. She closed her eyes, trembling as his hand lightly skimmed her waist, her hips, her thigh. He reached
under her skirt to glide his fingertips over the elastic of her panties. “Hmm,” he murmured against her skin. “What color are these?”

“Red,” she gasped.

“Nice. My favorite color.” His hand slid inside the lace and finally! Finally his finger, his knuckle, so strong, so warm, was touching her, fingering her. She was so wet she was almost embarrassed. But that didn't stop her from widening her stance a bit, urging him on. She bit harder on her lip before she begged him to finger-fuck her. Not yet. She wouldn't beg yet.

The elevator stopped. Walker withdrew his hand from her panties, but did not release her wrists. With a firm hold he directed her down the hallway, their footsteps silent on the thick carpet.

He hadn't straightened her panties; they were still twisted to the side. The discomfort rubbed at her hypersensitive flesh as the men marched her toward their room.

The casino was huge, the hall seemed never ending. By the time they reached the door to room 3525 she was in a daze, ready for anything. She wanted to come right
there
in the hallway. It would have been so easy for Walker to lift her up, push her against the wall and dry-fuck her. Even through his jeans, the feel of his cock against her sex would send her over the edge, she was sure of it.

But Joe was pulling a card out of his pocket and then they were inside. The minute the door shut, Walker released her, pushed her back against the heavy wood and slammed himself against her body.

His mouth was on hers, his lips devouring her in a way that seemed primal, hungry. She responded by wrapping her hands around his neck and urging him deeper. Everything seemed to fade away under Walker's touch.

Want coursed through her and she pressed against him. His
erection was rock hard and pushing at her thigh, just inches from where she wanted it—

“Isn't she remarkable?”

Walker pulled away and took a deep, ragged breath. For just a second she had forgotten about Joe, and as she watched Walker run his hand over his shaggy hair she wondered if he had, too.

But that was impossible.

“I had to kiss her.” He smiled at her, took her hand and led her from the door.

Joe grinned. “I know exactly how you feel. She's as good as we imagined.”

Fuck, but she loved it when they talked about her like this, like she was theirs. After all she'd done to prove her worth in a chauvinistic field it seemed monumentally wrong to get off on letting them treat her like a possession. And yet, right then it was exactly what she wanted. Shaking the thoughts from her head, she followed Walker as he flipped a light switch, led her deeper into the room.

Or suite, she marveled as she took in the spacious accommodation. Through a set of French doors she saw a dark leather sofa and a coffee table. The space in which the three of them currently stood housed the bed, one upholstered wingback chair and a few bland accent tables.

What struck her was the glaring lack of clothing, suitcases or anything else that would indicate someone was actually staying there. So. They'd booked this room just for this. It seemed like such a sordid thing to do.

An erotic thrill washed over her.

She stared at the bed. Covered in a loud floral brocade duvet, it was enormous. It seemed to take up the entire room. She stood there for a minute, staring at the king-size invitation.

Now what? Should she start stripping? Get on the bed? Wait for them to kiss her? Kiss each other?

Would
they kiss? The thought stilled her. Thrilled her. In
all her fantasies she'd been the center of attention, the star of the show. She hadn't thought about them, what they would be doing to each other.

But then Joe had her in his arms, was kissing her, directing her backward toward the bed. He followed her down onto the mattress, covering her body with his.

His kiss was so much different from Walker's. Softer, less demanding. Slow and sensual. The contrast made everything real somehow, solidified what she was about to do.

Out of the corner or her eye she caught Walker on the blue chair. He was watching again. Watching as Joe pulled up her dress, exposing her legs, her thighs and the twisted red panties.

Her pulse beat a steady rhythm in her ears as he tugged the fabric up over her hips. It should have been strange. It should have felt odd to have Joe lifting her dress over her breasts, her shoulders, taking her nipple into his mouth through the lace of her bra while another man sat in a chair, looking on. But as he pulled her dress over her head, she thought back to previous lovers and realized she'd never felt so at ease, so comfortable. So excited. She wanted them, both of them. She wanted to be filled with them.

“Take off your bra.” Walker kicked off his shoes, leaned back in his chair.

Her hands shook as she obeyed. Lying on the polyester duvet, the soft glow of the chandelier illuminating the fact that she wore only damp panties and come-fuck-me shoes, she felt beautiful. Beautifully flamboyant.

Leaning over her, Joe kissed her rib cage, his soft lips tickling her skin. He went lower to her panties, pulled them down her thighs, her calves, over the black pumps. He threw the scrap of silk onto the floor.

Shivering, she locked her gaze on Walker's. Joe spread her legs wide, opening her. “Stunning,” he murmured.

She jumped when she felt his fingers on her damp flesh,
exploring her pussy lips. Instinctively, she wanted to close her eyes, but Walker would not release her from his stare.

She began to squirm as Joe stroked her cunt, played with her until she was bucking against him, gasping. Then he was sliding his fingertips across her sex to the part of her body that was begging to be filled.

She wanted him to fuck her, to ram his fingers into her as Walker watched. But she bit her lip, quivering as she held back. She wanted to plead, but she wasn't there; she couldn't let go like that. Not yet.

But she was so close.

She was losing herself to Joe's touch and her skin burned under Walker's gaze. Sensation overwhelmed her, possessed her. When Joe tapped her clit with a flick of his finger she writhed on the bed, kicked out her legs, silently begged him to put his mouth
there
.

He didn't. He flicked her again, a prick of pain that she welcomed. She took her breasts in her hands, pinched her own nipples.

Walker's eyes went dark.

Finally Joe put his warm mouth to her needy clit, licking and sucking until her head swam from pleasure. She had to tear her eyes off Walker as she moaned. “Oh, my God!”

She was going to come, right there while Walker looked on.

She grabbed her knees, spread her legs wide, as wide as she could. She came with a guttural scream, her entire body shattering nerve by nerve.

Joe didn't let her go until her breathing had slowed. When she opened her eyes she found both men staring at her. If she thought they looked hungry earlier, it was nothing compared to now. Now they wanted to devour her. She understood their need. Spasms still shook the very center of her, yet she was not satisfied. She wanted more.

“Joe?” Walker raised a brow at the man between her legs.

“Yeah?”

“We're not done with her.”

A tremor ran through her.
Yes. Talk about me like I belong to you because I do, tonight I do.

Joe's green eyes glistened up at her. “No. We definitely aren't done with you.” He stood, faced Walker. Her heart pounded as she watched the men come together.

She couldn't breathe.
Walker
. Every inch of him radiated control and domination. The clench of his fist, his unblinking gaze, the way he ordered Joe to stand.

Shaking, she watched as Walker closed in on the other man. He grabbed Joe's head and lowered his mouth to his. They kissed. Her pussy ached, her breath caught. A rush of envy ripped through her; she didn't want to be left out of their interaction a second longer.

And yet her voice failed her. She'd never seen anything like Joe and Walker's kiss. Tender yet harsh, beautiful and strong. Her hand fluttered to land on her belly and she itched to go lower.

Watching this intimate act between them sent a powerful erotic thrill through her; brought forth an incredible desire to reach between her legs and relieve herself. Because she knew how Joe felt; she knew exactly what it was like to succumb to Walker's command, knew firsthand what it was like to melt under his touch.

And then Walker stepped back, releasing Joe.

Joe looked slightly dazed as he dropped into Walker's abandoned chair. He yanked his black T-shirt over his head and threw it onto the floor. Her face heated. How strange to see his naked chest after all these months, after what they'd done. She couldn't stop herself from staring. He was too beautiful.

“Chloe?”

She turned her gaze to the second man in the room. He'd also removed his shirt. While she appreciated Joe's beauty, Walker took her breath away. So masculine, with his broad shoulders and ripped torso. Built in that way surfers were, long and lean, his sinewy muscles moving under his tanned skin as he approached her.

And he was Walker. That simple fact made her heartbeat quicken.

“Come here.”

Shivering, she scooted down on the bed. She wondered if this was how it was going to go, if they were going to take turns with her. Fine. She wanted them to use her, to pleasure themselves with her body. She didn't care how they took her. She simply wanted to be
taken
.

Walker flipped her over onto her stomach. He pulled her down a few inches until her knees dropped nearly to the floor. She felt his hands on her skin, her lower back, her ass.

“You're so fucking beautiful.”

His words and his touch went right to her gut.
So beautiful
. She believed him.

She heard a zipper and the sound of Walker shedding his jeans. Then the tearing of foil. A condom. She lifted her ass a bit, giving herself over because she needed to feel him inside of her. Fucking her. It was Joe's turn to watch.

Then another sound, this time liquidy. When she opened her eyes she saw that Joe had removed his pants, too. He was palming himself slowly, taking his time. And he was staring at Walker, at Walker's hands.

She felt Walker's fingers along the cleft of her ass, slick with lubrication. Her legs began to shake, her pulse went crazy.

“This is what you wanted, right?”

She nodded.

His touch became unyielding, circling her anus. “Tell me. Tell
us
.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “It's what I want. Both of you.”

“You want both of us to what?”

Her sex ached from what she craved. “I want both of you to fuck me.” The words hung in the air.

She watched Joe's fist, the way he stroked his cock up and down, caressing the taut, pink skin. His eyes were dark, dilated. The sight of him was stunning, made her moan.

“Good.” Walker's fingers were gone, replaced by something bigger and rock hard. His cock was pushing at her, pushing inside of her. Filling her.