Uncommon Pleasure (31 page)

“I’m ready,” she said with a bright smile.

Something about her tone triggered a warning deep in Sean’s gut, some incongruity, some crucial piece of the puzzle that was the new Abby he was missing, but her words shut down the analytical part of his brain working away at the Abby-cipher.

Without looking at Ben, he spoke. “She says she’s ready. You think so?”

Ben just shook his head and split to Sean’s left. They strolled toward Abby, approaching her from either side, and the smile faltered, then disappeared. Ben went down on one knee behind her
just as Sean did the same in front of her. It was a shooter’s stance, boxing her between their torsos and bent legs. Abby’s eyes widened, and suddenly she didn’t seem to know what to do with her hands, rubbing them over her thighs. Ben gave a rough chuckle as he gripped her hands and put them palms down, one on his knee, the other on Sean’s knee, and covered her hands with his, holding them in place.

Abby blushed and looked down. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Ben slid his big hand into Abby’s hair and tipped her head back for Sean’s mouth. The perfect launch point for the assault on the girl who loved to kiss, that sensitive, full mouth. He hadn’t known what Lauren liked and had been more than happy for Ty to take the lead with her, but he surely knew what Abby liked, and Ben did, too. Ben might even know things Sean didn’t. Between the two of them they could bring vast experience to bear on the slender, pale woman between them. They could take their time, layer pleasure over her until the air around them melted.

He started with one corner, just pressed his open lips to that delicate spot, felt her breath ease from her mouth. Her tongue reached for his, so he slipped lower, nibbling along her lower lip to the other corner for another pause. With the tip of his tongue he traced the curve of her upper lip to return to his starting point. He pulled back and looked at her. Her eyelids drooped, and a soft pink flush stained her cheeks under the freckles, but if she felt any embarrassment at being kissed so intimately while Ben watched, it didn’t show.

“He knows what you like,” Ben said, rough amusement in his voice. His dark head was bent over Abby’s, and she sagged back against his chest, hands on their knees. Her nipples pressed against her blouse, and somehow her spread legs weren’t defiant. They were open, eager. His senses went hyperalert, noticing little details. The sound of Ben’s fingers closing in Abby’s hair, holding her head while
Sean kissed her. The pressure of both Abby’s and Ben’s hands on his knee, the way heat crawled from the connection of mouth and hands to his shaft and balls. The moment nervous tension shimmered from Abby’s body as longing crowded in, and her legs spread a little farther.

“I’m just getting started,” Sean said, looking at Abby. He bent to her mouth again, this time giving her the lip to lip contact in soft, sweeping movements of his mouth over hers. She whimpered and leaned forward, chasing his mouth, but Ben’s hand fisted in her hair stopped her.

“Wait for it,” Ben said. “You’ll get it.”

“And more,” Sean said against her mouth. His own mouth tingled with electricity from the teasing contact, and he could only imagine how Abby’s felt. He pressed a little harder, flicked his tongue against the tip of hers, waited for the moment her tongue chased his, then pulled back. “When I’m ready to give it to you,” he said.

He made her wait, used lips and teeth and tongue on the line of her jaw, the tendons running down her throat to her collarbone before covering her mouth with his and kissing her long and hard and deep. When he lifted his head her mouth was wet, her eyes glazed. Ben tugged her head back to rest on his shoulder, taking more of her upper body weight against his chest. Sean reached for her hands, flattened them at her hips, and covered them with his own while Ben’s fingers worked down the front of her blouse and spread the fabric to expose her breasts and belly. She wore a silk and lace bra in a deep blue green that turned her skin milk white and made her eyes glow.

Sean pressed kiss after leisurely kiss into Abby’s henna-starred skin, where her pulse pounded under her ear, the hollow of her throat, the bumps of her collarbone, then down her sternum to between her breasts. Abby shifted restlessly, but with her weight
leaning back and her hands trapped, she lacked the leverage to get his mouth where she wanted it. Instead he explored the scalloped lace edge of her bra cup, from the clasp to the outer curve of her breast and back down again, this time with his tongue under the lace. He repeated the movements on her other breast, and her hips lifted, brushing against his shaft, straining against his zipper, but she couldn’t sustain the lift.

“Sean,” she whimpered.

Behind her, Ben chuckled as he lifted his hands to her bra straps and tugged them down to her upper arms. “Think she’s ready yet?”

“She’s getting there,” Sean said. With his hands still pinning Abby’s to the leather ottoman he bent to her nipple, taut and pressing against the silk cup of her bra. He took it between his teeth and laved the tip with his tongue, forcing wet silk against sensitive skin until pleading, animal gasps rasped from her throat. When she twisted between them he released it and moved to the other nipple, once again subjecting it to the same torment.

He sat back to survey her, then flicked a glance at Ben, who unfastened the front clasp of her bra and pulled the fabric to either side. Ben cupped Abby’s breasts in his hands, offering them to Sean, and Abby let out a low moan. Once again Sean bent to her nipples, this time using tongue and lips on the overstimulated tips. They gleamed when he pulled back for a moment to watch Ben pinch and roll them. Abby writhed in their grip, her hips arching, but Ben let up only when she subsided. Sean opened his mouth over the now-red tips, breathing softly on them, lapping at them, feeling Abby’s pleading sobs with his mouth as much as he heard them.

Ben leaned forward a little, and his hands went to the button and zipper fastening Abby’s jeans. “Lift,” he said.

Abby obeyed eagerly, but from his position behind her Ben couldn’t get her jeans and panties any lower than her hips. Sean let go of Abby’s hands and tugged her jeans to her ankles. As he did
Ben sat back on his heels until Abby reclined against him, her hips and ass on the ottoman, legs spread to either side. Her arms dangled, and Ben left them there.

Slow kiss after slow kiss, from sternum to belly button, then down to her mound while Ben slowly massaged her breasts. Sean worked his hands between her ass and the leather and lifted her. He opened her folds with his tongue, tasted hot desire as he dragged his tongue up to the swollen bump of her clit. The first fluttering lick made her flinch. At the second her legs dropped wide as she braced the balls of her feet against the floor and pushed up against his mouth.

With a rough growl he worked one hand over her hips to splay across her lower belly and hold her down, and two fingers of the other into her soft channel. Another low cry and Abby began to thrust against his mouth and fingers.

Above her, Ben spoke. “It’s good?” It was the tone of a man asking a rhetorical question but expecting an answer.

“So good,” Abby gasped.

“As good as getting fucked?”

She laughed, desperate and dark. “I’m not complaining.”

“Is it as good as a man inside you, when he spreads your legs and pushes in? When he holds you down and fucks you? Tell me.”

At Ben’s words her clit fluttered under Sean’s tongue, the walls of her slick pussy gripping at his fingers in rhythmic movements as she came. “No,” Abby said, the words almost soundless. “That’s better.”

Sean leaned over her and traced her lips with his wet fingers. Her tongue flicked out and tasted her juices. “Now you’re ready.”

*   *   *

Abby felt Ben’s rough chuckle reverberate through his hard chest
even as the low, amused sound rasped against her ears like a cat’s
tongue. Once again, she’d underestimated him, misjudged his ability to strip away the protective layers. He was right. She’d asked for the ménage, suggested the third man, agreed to the time and place, prepared herself for them. That constituted one level of ready—worldly, intellectual, informed consent.

This was another level entirely. Physical. Animal. Raw. This was her body turned on by two men who each knew her well enough to fuck her into a screaming, breathless orgasm. And she wanted it. Needed it. Before she’d agreed in a casual way.
Yeah, sure, let’s have a ménage. Ménage is the new bi. Whatever.

Now she would do things she’d never dreamed she could do, like spread her legs for Sean as he went down on her while she leaned against Ben. And she would do more, before the night was over, arouse and satisfy one lover while the other watched.

And Sean, damn him, knew it.

Heat pulsed in all her hot spots, melding with Sean’s dark words, driving her to up her game. She drew a deep, shuddering breath and pushed herself upright. Ben stripped her blouse and bra down her arms. As he got rid of the encumbering clothes she leaned forward and kissed Sean, put every ounce of passion and longing into the press of her lips against his, tasting her juices, then his surprise at the bold move.

“Let’s get you two ready,” she said.

She turned to kiss Ben, and Sean stripped her jeans and underwear off as she did. Another turn, and she was on her feet, towering over Sean, still on one knee in front of her, and for one bewildering, tilting moment a long-suppressed fantasy of him in that exact pose but with a ring box in his hand settled over reality like a sheet over a bed.

To shove the image into the darkest recesses of her brain, she reached down and laid her hand along Sean’s jaw, then swiped her thumb across his wet mouth. Without breaking eye contact he got
to his feet and bent to kiss her. The tips of his fingers trailed down her spine, the touch light, teasing until he got to her ass. Then he gripped and pulled her against him, deepening their kiss.

Behind her Ben seated himself on the leather ottoman. Growing dizzy with lust and options she turned once again, intending to kiss him, too, but he skated his palms up her rib cage and cupped her breasts, then captured one nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue against the hard tip. Abby shuddered, laced her fingers through his hair, and tipped her head back to rest against Sean’s shoulder. He nuzzled into her hair, found the sensitive curve of her ear, his breathing steady but shallower than normal as he stroked her lower ribs, then her hips. His erection pressed hard and insistent against her ass, and Ben’s talented mouth made her undulate against him.

This wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted both of them as hot and needy as she was, so she trailed her fingers along Ben’s cheekbone until he opened his eyes. “Stop,” she said.

Sean’s fingers tightened on her hip bones, and his breathing halted midinhale. At Ben’s lifted eyebrows she added, “That cube will hold me but there’s no way either of you will be comfortable on it…much less all three of us.”

Both men relaxed. Ben stood, then slid his hands into her hair and kissed her, his demeanor rougher, more casual, more demanding. She made a helpless, whimpering sound, and his hands cupped over her ears amplified her heartbeat and breathing. Sean’s fingers tightened once again on her hips and he stepped into her body, crushing her between the two big, powerful men. Need once again thumped in her veins. “Let’s go,” she whispered, and linked her fingers with Sean’s.

Ben preceded them down the hallway, stripping off his shirt as he walked. He sat with his back to the headboard, forearms on bent knees, while Sean closed the door. The tall trees in the backyard
blocked the rising moon so the room was fairly dark until Sean turned on the light in the bathroom and cracked the door.

Lazy heat simmering in his eyes, Ben gave her a pure cop, palm up, all four fingers beckoning
c’mere
gesture, and she crawled forward, between his legs. His cock strained against his zipper, but he made no move to release it.

The bed shifted as Sean settled in behind her. He swept her hair to the side and put his mouth to that oh-so-sensitive spot right where nape met shoulder and back. Heat simmered in Ben’s eyes, then he touched his fingertip to his lips. “Start here. Work your way down.”

She leaned forward, braced her hands on Ben’s chest, and kissed him, nipping and licking at his finger when he didn’t move it. As the kiss deepened Sean’s mouth moved down her spine, his tongue tracing each bump of her backbone, lingering when the connection between mouth and nerve endings made her shiver. She made her way across Ben’s jaw and down his throat to his pectorals, then lingered over each nipple. Below her his cock surged against his jeans, as if the submissive pose aroused him as much as her mouth on his body. She kissed her way to the denim and brown leather belt, and Sean shifted with her, his mouth growing more insistent. More wicked. A swift nip followed the gentle brush of lip against skin, then his tongue soothed the spot. His tongue traced her lower back, then nuzzled at the base of her spine. She moaned and arched her back, but he began to work his way up her back, leaving her aching for more.

Her attention shifted when Ben set his hands to his belt. Hot, languid desire prompted her to kiss his fingers and knuckles as he unfastened the buckle. Her tongue darted between his fingers as he worked to get his jeans down far enough to free his shaft and balls, then nibbled and licked at his knuckles as he gripped his cock and stroked it.

“Don’t tease, sweetheart,” he said.

A rough laugh from Sean, who was back at her nape, one strong leg on either side of hers, keeping her knees pressed together. “Go on, Abby. Get him ready. Make him hot for you.”

He looked plenty ready to her, a sheen of sweat on his torso, his cock thick and swollen, but she pressed a sweet, closed-mouth kiss into the tip. Sean bit down on her nape, sending electric desire sparking along her nerves; in response she gasped and opened her mouth. From there it was only natural to lap at the head of Ben’s cock, swirling her tongue to gather the moisture collected on the tip, then taking him into her mouth.