Total Immersion (6 page)

“Would you—” Hell, could he even ask the question now? “Would you still have become involved with me if you’d known?”

She hesitated, her fingers stilling on his back. “Yes. I couldn’t have resisted.”

“That’s me.” He shook his head. “Irresistible.”

“I thought I could cope with your reality,” she said. “I tried. I really did. I wasn’t strong enough.”

“Isn’t this the part where I’m supposed to be confessing my sins?” he asked.

“I failed you. I failed both of us,” she said.

He turned and put his arms around her. “No, honey. Please.”

“She’s getting upset,” Jeff said.

Adam glared at him. “I can see that.”

“Well, do something.”

“That last day . . .” Tears welled in her eyes. “I didn’t mean it. You know I didn’t mean it.”

He pressed a finger to her lips. “Don’t. Please, Susan.”

For the love of everything holy, he’d promised himself he’d never have to hear that word again. Not only for his own sake, but it could apply as easily to Jeff. Perhaps more so, now that Adam had taken over as manager.

“End of therapy session,” Adam said.

“Hey, I’m sorry, man,” Jeff said. “I didn’t think . . .”

“Never mind. You couldn’t have known.” He tucked Susan’s head under his chin and held her, stroking her back. “We’re going to do this my way from now on.”

“What we’ve been working on?” Jeff asked.

“Total immersion,” Adam answered. “You know what to do.”

“T
OTAL IMMERSION?”
S
USAN
repeated as the blindfold slid toward her eyes. “Is that the surprise you mentioned earlier?”

“It is,” Adam answered.

She reached up to guide the blindfold, and her fingers rested against Adam’s. So Adam had planned something special.

Anything would be better than Jeff’s idea of couples’ therapy. She’d wanted to talk to Adam. She hadn’t planned on melting into a puddle of tears. Maybe she’d had some kind of emotional bottoming out as the drug wore off. She’d managed to embarrass the hell out of herself without accomplishing anything. So now she’d let Adam take control. She’d show she trusted him and that trust could go both ways.

“It’s a special treatment I devised,” he answered. “You’ll be the first to try it. Then I’ll teach it to the rest of the men.”

“So I’m an experimental guinea pig?”

“You’ll enjoy it. I promise.” He nipped at the tender spot at the base of her throat. “Although you might become a bit disoriented.”

“That sounds dangerous.” It did. But how could she possibly turn down the prospect of immersing herself completely in the sensual here and now? “Will it curl my toes?”

“Possibly,” he said. “We’ll be sure to get to every part of you.”

“So Jeff will be playing, too?”

“The experience wouldn’t be total without him,” Adam said. “You’ll need to surrender, not really to us but to the experience. Turn off your mind and let your body take over.”

“I can do that.” No wonder he’d blindfolded her. If she could see, she’d never leave the visual world behind and let herself experience her other senses.

“Good.” His hands settled on her hips. “Now let’s go into the bedroom.”

Adam took her arm, but as they left the bathroom, she held up her free hand defensively anyway. Silly, really. He wouldn’t walk her into anything. Her toes dug into the plush carpet as they made their way across the bedroom. With her vision blocked, her other senses came alive. After a moment, a second pair of hands—Jeff’s—landed on her shoulders and pulled her against his body. Working her fingers between them, she ran her palms over his chest, savoring the softness of his skin and the firm muscles beneath. Both pairs of arms went around her. Not clutching her, but encircling her. She could reach and touch both of them, a collarbone here, an abdomen there. She could even slide her hands down to find two erect cocks.

She knew which was which, of course. Adam had guided her in here, after all, and she’d lived with him. Tonight, she’d sucked on Jeff’s erection. Still, twined together like this, they might have all merged into one being.

Music sounded from all around them. The slow, seductive notes of a tenor sax. There had to be speakers in all the corners of the room, above them and at floor level. Talk about surround sound.

A drummer and keyboard joined the sax. A Hammond B3, no doubt. She swayed in rhythm with the music, as she always did. Adam knew how much she loved to dance and must have selected the blues as one of the treats he’d mentioned earlier. He followed her movements, and, wonder of wonders, so did Jeff, as if they’d been partners forever.

What a sensual delight. Three bodies nearly wrapped around each other. They touched everywhere, her breasts rubbing against a chest while a stiff penis pressed against her butt. Swaying and dipping. Two pairs of hands guiding her and caressing her. After the soft pop of a bottle or tube opening, the air filled with the scent of roses. It perfumed the air around them so she could no longer detect Adam’s cologne. Suddenly, the hands on her body became slick as they moved down her back to her buttocks, over her breasts, and across her belly. One of the men squirted what must have been oil onto her palms with the implicit suggestion that she could rub it into their bodies as well.

They turned her slowly—once, twice, perhaps three times. With no visual clues, she could only guess which direction she was facing and which man stood to which side. The fact didn’t stop her from spreading the oil liberally over them, wherever her hands could reach. At one point, she found a firm buttock, but then they turned her again, and her hands landed on abs. This time, she reached for the cock below and slicked the oil along the shaft.

As the music slowed to a more sultry rhythm, they continued dancing. Now a hand found its way into the curls covering her pussy and went in search of her clit. When a finger brushed over the tip, she let out a little moan. They shouldn’t rush this but should let the tension build. She had so much more to explore in this sightless world of touch, sound, and scent before she succumbed to orgasm.

The hand moved away immediately, but the point had been made. This entire experience came down to sex. All the other sensations enhanced what would ultimately be a sexual encounter.

A hand brought a glass to her lips. She reached for it and discovered the stem of a wine goblet. She tipped it upward, and the fruity taste of a good zinfandel slid over her tongue. Her favorite, as Adam well knew. Then fingers pressed something else to her mouth. A morsel of dark chocolate, perfect with the wine. She chewed and swallowed, indulging in the decadence in a way she never had before.

She took another sip and then lifted the goblet in offering to whomever had given it to her. A hand closed over hers, and the glass tipped away as he drank. He, in turn, passed the wine to the man behind her. A sensual communion, a blessing for what they were about to share. Then, as the music went lower in pitch and became sultrier, a mouth closed over her nipple, sucking and tugging. The beginning of the ultimate dance.

From behind her, a hand covered the other breast and massaged it. No longer moving, she rested back against his chest and let the two of them take control. She’d already given up on any desire to know who was who. The lines between their bodies and her own now blurred. Disoriented, Adam had said. Good sex took you out of yourself, if only for a few moments. Sex with two men who practiced the art, making female pleasure their sole business, could cast you into a web of unreality. That web caught her up now, spinning tendrils around her and holding her exactly where they wanted.

After a while, the man in front of her moved lower, dropping to his knees. The hands from behind held her, pressing her back into his chest, her ass against his pelvis and his erection. The first man parted her legs and puffed hot breath onto her pussy. Already aroused, her clit ached for contact, and when he touched it, she whimpered and nearly fell.

Strong arms kept her upright and exposed, waiting for what would come next—the stroke of a tongue between her pussy lips. He didn’t disappoint her but settled on her most sensitive flesh, fluttering over it like a butterfly’s wing. Too gently to make her climax, but enough to make her mind recede into that hidden place where nothing mattered except the need rising inside her and the eventual gratification.

After long moments of exquisite torture, the music ended and new sounds filled the room. A rain forest at night, the calls of birds blending with the chirps of frogs. In the distance, a waterfall, and droplets sliding off leaves into the underbrush below. Somehow, the scent of roses that clung to them fit with the new environment. Fertile and fragrant. Lush. The room grew warmer, and she could imagine damp breezes playing over her skin.

The man released her pussy, and in a moment, they’d both lifted her up into their arms. Utterly limp, she allowed them to carry her someplace and set her down into softness. Maybe on the mattress, but something lay between her skin and the comforter. When she moved, silk rustled beneath her. She grasped some in her hands. Yard after yard of it, a nest of sorts, and they’d settled her right in the middle of it.

Now hands roamed over her, from her face to her neck and lower. Everywhere, her skin came alive under their touch. She arched her back, stretching, and offered herself to them completely, and they continued the sensual assault. They did, indeed, curl her toes. Strong fingers grasped one foot, stroking the arch and then massaging the ball. He gave her other foot the same treatment before caressing her ankles and working his way upward.

This time, her legs fell apart on their own. She’d waited long enough. She’d have his mouth the way she needed this time. He’d have to sense her hunger. Still, she had no idea which of the men would give her the orgasm, but it didn’t matter. Adam had planned the encounter this way, and she could simply enjoy it.

She should have known that the man between her legs would sense exactly what she needed. He immediately went to work, his tongue making pass after pass over her clitoris. Resting back, she allowed the heat to rise inside her. Floating on a raft of silk through the darkened rainforest, she drifted wherever the men took her. While one man devoured her pussy, the other leaned over to bring his face to hers. She wouldn’t have noticed except that his breath spilled over her cheek. His lips pressed against hers in a kiss, and he slipped something into her mouth. More chocolate, and this time when she bit down on it, the flavor of rose petals exploded in her mouth. Sugar crystals imbued with the taste of the flowers crunched under her teeth. How utterly perfect.

Eventually, though, nothing mattered except for the state of her clitoris as she became more and more aroused. Even the strokes of the other man’s palms on her breasts and belly retreated to the back of consciousness as the fire built between her legs. Restless, her hips moved of their own accord, pushing her sex up toward him. He held her hard against his face, never ceasing in the endless flick-flick-flick of his tongue. Her own cries joined those of the birds as she neared the point of no return.

When the orgasm finally came, it claimed every part of her. Her whole body trembled as the storm flashed through her. The walls of her pussy contracted and released over and over before it finally ended, leaving her limp.

As she floated back to earth, the two men snuggled on either side of her, and strong arms went around her. She nestled into the silk, breathing in the perfume of rose that still clung to them all.

Total immersion. Adam hadn’t been kidding. They still might have been floating on a river, the boat rocking gently as they went. The peace wouldn’t last long, though, not with two erect cocks pressed against her. Not only would they need satisfaction, but she’d require them, too. Both of them. They hadn’t finished her, not by a long shot. They let her have this time, though, to recover and to let her own passions take control again.

Still sensitive from such a powerful orgasm, her clit throbbed in a steady rhythm. It could be brought to life again, and this time she could have one of those fabulous tools inside her. She stretched, raising her arms above her head, and let out a happy groan. The two of them took her cue, sliding away from her. It was almost a shame to break up their nest, but the time had come for what they all really needed.

They turned her again, rolling her onto her stomach, and then hands lifted her hips, bringing her ass upward. Pushing up with her arms, she positioned herself for one of them to enter her from behind. Soon, the head of a cock, sheathed in latex, pressed for entrance between her pussy lips.

Oh, yes.
Already wet, she moistened further, allowing him to enter her in a smooth glide. Deep. As far as he could go, filling her. Once embedded, he paused, giving the moment time to register in her body and her brain.

He began to move, but she couldn’t even tell if he was Adam or Jeff. What kind of selfish hedonist did that make her? She could try to explain it away with the drug, but she hadn’t done anything she didn’t want. She’d proved tonight that she had no problem having sex with a man paid to do it. Exactly what had driven her crazy while she’d lived with Adam.

And, oh, what sex. He’d started slowly, almost tentatively, to see how much of him she could take. Measured movements so she could savor the passage of his cock into her and back out. Each thrust made her wetter, bringing her closer to the boundary between arousal and pure insanity. His hands held her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, as he held her steady to receive him. So beautiful, so intense. When she came again, and she would, she could fly apart into so many pieces she’d never put them together again.

The man behind her picked up the pace, pushing harder inside her. Just the way she most liked sex—slow at first and then more frantic. Adam would know that, but he’d coached Jeff, so Jeff did, too. Whoever it was, he’d melted her bones, and if he hadn’t held her hips, she might have fallen onto the mattress.

As the pressure inside her built, a hand stroked her cheek. The other man moved in front of her and guided something to her mouth. The tip of his cock. She took him eagerly, swallowing the head. Still slick with the oil, he tasted like roses. Like the candy she’d just eaten. Someday, she’d have to ponder the mystery of a man whose penis tasted like flowers, but now she couldn’t get enough of him. Sliding her lips down the shaft, she took as much as she possibly could.