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  And it was yet another thing to actually participate.

  The men readjusted their position with the woman so she lay sandwiched between them. The man beneath her had his cock buried deep in her ass. The other man sat on his knees before her, his cock poised at the entry of her pussy.

  “Stick it in me,” the woman demanded, her voice husky.

  Stacy shivered, her hand going so high it settled on his groin. Eric’s cock strained beneath the fly of his jeans, eager for her touch and she stroked him absently. Almost as if she didn’t realize she did it.

  He realized though. And he wanted more.

  The woman groaned when the man filled her. Stacy sucked in a harsh breath as the three moved in tandem, two cocks sliding in and out of the woman’s more than willing body. Their sweaty flesh slapped against each other as they moved, the men’s low groans and the woman’s sweet cries growing louder with each thrust. Stacy sat forward, her gaze solely focused on the threesome before them, her hand dropping away from Eric’s crotch.

  Disappointment filled him, but he pushed it aside. He leaned back, resting against the couch, reaching out and touching her so he could stay connected with her. He drew his fingers down the middle of her back, the silky-soft fabric of her dress a sensual glide beneath his fingertips. Tracing her spine, he let his fingers drift lower and lower, tugging on the hem of her skirt.

  Indicating what he wanted without saying a word.

  She understood his demand, lifting her ass for a brief moment so he could pull the skirt of her dress out. Anticipation curled through him as he snuck his hand beneath her skirt, reaching until he encountered warm, bare skin.

  Meaning she wore no panties.

  Leaning forward, he whispered in her ear, “You’re a naughtier girl than I thought.”

  “Oh?” She sounded nonchalant, distracted, and he wondered if she merely pretended to not know what he spoke of or if she really was too wrapped up in the sexual display before them.

  “Yes.” He stroked her lower back, let his fingers nudge against the top of the crack of her ass. “You forgot to put on your panties.”

  “Oh, that.” She glanced at him over her shoulder, her eyes widening when she realized he was so close. “I forgot them just for you.”

  “I like your forgetfulness.” He continued to touch her, stroking the baby soft skin of her ass. He loved touching her, loved hearing the hitch of her breath when he hit a particular spot, the way she trembled beneath his fingers. She was so responsive, so eager for him always and he thought himself a fucking fool for even wanting to let her get away from him.

  Now if he could convince her he was serious…

  His hand stilled, his entire body went rigid. Damn right, he was serious. He couldn’t lose her. Never wanted to fuck up with her again. She was the best thing that ever happened to him.

  “Oh, I think she’s coming,” Stacy said excitedly, wide eyes meeting his for the briefest moment. “Wow, do I look like that when I…you know?”

  Eric watched the woman as she fell apart between the two men, gasping and moaning with such enthusiasm he wondered if she was faking it. Most likely. “No, you don’t look like that.”

  “I don’t?” Disappointment flickered across her face, and he grabbed her by the chin, tilting her face toward his.

  “No.” He scooted closer to her, one hand still beneath her skirt, the other sliding up to cup her cheek. “You’re beautiful when you come.” He kissed her, felt her soft exhalation of breath flutter across his lips. “Real. Gorgeous. I think she’s faking it.”

  Stacy laughed, the sound breathless, then muffled when he kissed her again. “I think she is too.”

  “Hmm, then we’re in agreement.” He stroked her lower back, his fingers teasing across the tops of her buttocks. God, she was silky smooth there. “I can still appreciate her acting skills, though.”

  “So can I,” she whispered just before he swooped in for another kiss.

  Their tongues tangled, his hand squeezed her ass. She shifted closer, her hands landing on his chest, tugging at the fabric of his shirt. The kiss lit up quick between them, quicker than he expected and he knew the moans and groans from the threesome were probably driving them on harder.

  “We shouldn’t do this here,” she said after she broke the kiss.

  His hand circled round her body, fingers sliding across her hip to her front. Her eyes widened in surprise and he smiled. His fingers drifted down, across her downy-soft pubic hair and straight to the creamy wet heat of her pussy. “We shouldn’t do what here?”

  “Eric,” she chastised the very moment she spread her legs wider.

  He laughed. Slipped his index finger between her swollen lower lips, loving the way her eyes seemed to almost cross when he flicked her clit with his fingertip. “You like it.”

  “I’m not denying that.” She gripped his shirt tighter when he slipped his finger inside her tight, welcoming sheath. “But not here in front of everyone.”

  “No one even notices what we’re doing.” He pumped his finger, surging deep before drawing it back out. Her inner muscles clamped around him, making his dick harden even more if that was possible. “They’re not paying attention to us.”

  “Yes but someone could see…” She bit her lip when he added a second finger, and he felt her thighs quiver.

  “Let them see.” He leaned in, licked her lower lip. “After watching that phony performance, I want to watch you come.”

  “Eric…”

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” he interrupted, knowing she liked it when he talked. “I want to fuck you so bad, Stace. You don’t even know how bad.”

  She whimpered, her upper body swaying toward him.

  “Yeah baby, you’re so wet.” He increased his pace, his thumb circling around her clit. “I can’t wait to watch you fall apart.”

  Her eyes closed, her lips parted and he kissed her. Drank from her mouth, tasted her deep with his tongue. All the while he fucked her with his fingers, circled and pressed against her swollen clit, focusing all of his attention on that sweet little bundle of flesh. She arched toward his hand, rubbing herself blatantly against him. Soft moans escaped her, he knew she was close, could tell by the tensing of her thighs, the hitch in her breathing.

  “Open your eyes, Stace.” She did, her hazy blue gaze trying desperately to focus on him. “Let me watch while you come.”

  “Oh, God.” She clung to him, her hips and belly stiffened and then she fell apart. She was a shivering, quivering mass of flesh as she came all over his hand. He felt her cream coat his fingers, the throb of her clit against his thumb and when he kissed her, he swallowed her beautiful cries with his mouth.

  “Now that was beautiful,” he said when she finally came down from her orgasm. “That woman over there’s got nothing on you.”

  “Stop it.” She slapped his chest, but the proud smile on her face couldn’t be contained. “You’re exaggerating.”

  “No, she was exaggerating.” He dropped a soft kiss upon her upturned lips. “You are amazing.”

  She stared at him, the expression on her face saying it all. She wanted to believe him, but she wasn’t sure.

  And how he hated the doubt he put there—in her heart, in her mind.

  He would work harder than ever to get back that trust. Obliterate the doubt that filled her once and for all.

  “Come on.” He slipped his hand from beneath her skirt and grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze. “Let’s go back to my place.”

  “Your place?” Her eyebrows lifted. “We never go to your place.”

  “I know.” He brought their clutched hands to his mouth and brushed a kiss across her knuckles. The scent of her still lingered on his fingers and he breathed deep. “I can still smell you.” He licked his finger, making sure he touched her flesh with his tongue. “Delicious.”

  “Oh.” Her weak voice made his skin tighten. “Well, we should go then, shouldn’t we?”

  His anxious cock told him yes
indeed, they should go. “Hell yeah, we should. Let’s put these showboaters to shame.”

  Her laughter followed him all the way out of the club.

  It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.

  Chapter Eight

  Stacy’s feet glided as if she walked on air. Endorphins still pumped through her veins, and her skin prickled with awareness. A sense of utter joy filled her as she watched Eric unlock the door to his apartment and then hold the door open for her. She entered cautiously and Eric walked in behind her, his arms closing around her the moment he slammed the door shut and turned the lock home.

  Sighing, she leaned against him, her body melting into his. His insistent erection throbbed against her backside reminding her that while she’d been satisfied earlier at the voyeur club he took her to, he had yet to find his pleasure. She vowed to remedy that situation immediately.

  “Mmm.” He nuzzled her hair, pushed it aside with his fingers and pressed a soft, damp kiss to her neck. “Did you enjoy our little adventure?”

  “Oh, yes.” She nodded, giggled when he nibbled on her skin. “I still can’t believe I—did that.”

  “What? Have an orgasm in a public place with all sorts of people surrounding you?” His voice sounded innocent but his intent was as usual, wicked.

  “Exactly.” She hadn’t been able to stop herself from falling apart when he touched her like that. While she watched the sexiest threesome unfold live and up close. Who knew she would get off watching?

  Eric. He seemed to know. Despite everything that had happened between them, the difficulties, the trials, his ridiculous behavior, he knew her.

  She just wished he could realize life wouldn’t be so bad if they were together.

  Determination made her grip him tight; clasp his free hand in both of hers. She wouldn’t let him push her away. Needed to make him see they belonged together.

  “Baby, I thought it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He kissed her neck again, licked her as his hand wandered. Drifting across her stomach, sliding up until he was cupping her breast. “Let’s get you naked.”

  “No way.” She shook her head and removed his hand from her breast reluctantly. She wasn’t about to get distracted. It was his turn. “You need to get naked.”

  “I’m not protesting.” Hearing the laughter in his voice, she smiled when he released her and he set off toward his bedroom at a breakneck pace.

  Stacy followed him, taking her time, secretly wanting to drive him nuts. Of course, he was on to her, casting a knowing glance her way as he stripped himself of his clothing. She stood in the doorway, crossed her arms in front of her as she watched him. He unbuttoned his shirt and shook it off, letting it drop to the floor in a soft heap. Unsnapped his jeans and pushed them off his hips, taking his underwear with them. Revealing everything completely, the beautiful hard muscles of his body, the very hard thrust of his cock. He knew she was watching, his gaze locked on hers and never wavered as he removed every stitch of clothing until he stood before her completely naked. Her eyes widened as she drank him in, wondering if she would ever grow tired of watching him.

  She doubted it.

  “Well, you got me naked. Now what are you going to do with me?” he drawled, looking way too comfortable standing before her without a stitch of clothing on.

  “Sit on the edge of the bed.” She knew exactly what she wanted to do with him and the first call to order was positioning him. She planned to stay in control tonight, hoping it allowed him to give up some of that precious control he held onto so carefully.

  More than anything, she wanted to drive him wild. Make him realize what they shared was too good to ever even think of letting go.

  “Yes, ma’am.” He saluted her and sat on the end of the bed, feet planted on the floor and legs spread wide. His thick cock jutted toward his belly, and she caught a glimpse of a gleam of moisture pearling at the tip.

  Her mouth watered at the sight.

  Kneeling before him, she shot him a quick smile as she rested her hands on his strong thighs. His muscles tensed beneath her touch, she saw his jaw clench with fierce concentration as she reached for him. Her fingers curled around the base of his cock and gave a gentle squeeze. He grunted and her smile grew.

  “You hardly ever let me do this,” she murmured. She didn’t understand why. Every man she’d ever met loved a good blowjob.

  “That’s because I’m always too eager to get inside you.”

  Her pussy dampened at his words. It was another display of his lack of control when it came to her, though it wasn’t enough. She wanted him wild, crazed, demanding. She wanted him to forget everything and focus solely on his pleasure.

  “Well, you’re just going to have to wait.” She leaned in close, breathed deep of his masculine, musky scent. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

  “Jesus, Stace.” His words sounded strangled.

  “And after you come in my mouth, I want you to make love to me.” Her lids lifted, her gaze meeting his. He stared at her, his lips slightly parted, expression dazed. It was the first time she’d ever used that term, make love. She wondered if he noticed.

  “You’ll have to give me a few minutes to uh…recover,” he finally said, exhaling harshly when she gave the tip of his cock a lick.

  “Oh, I’m very patient,” she practically purred, licking him again. The salty flavor of pre-come dissolved on her tongue as she lapped at him, traced the flared head of his cock, tickled the underside, the spot she knew was so sensitive because he told her so.

  He moaned and propped his hands on the edge of the mattress, his fingers squeezing tight. She continued her gentle assault, licking and sucking, never quite fully taking him into her mouth. Traced the distended veins along his shaft with a featherlight touch, cupped his heavy balls in her palm. The few times she’d done this it had been a rush, a frenzy of hands and fingers and lips and tongue. He never gave her time to linger, the both of them were always too crazed to race to the end.

  “I’m not,” he gasped when she drew the head of his cock between her lips and sucked, her tongue swirling. “Very patient.”

  “You don’t have a choice,” she said in a singsong voice after she released him from her mouth. “I’m in charge right now. What I say goes.”

  “Just…take me a little deeper,” he urged when she drew him back into her mouth. “Suck harder.”

  He still wanted to be in charge, she thought, as she went ahead and did as he asked. She took him deeper, as far as he would go. Felt the tip of him bump the back of her throat and she drew him back out, not wanting to gag. She gripped the base of his shaft and slid him in and out of her mouth at a languorous pace, moaning softly around his cock, hoping he felt the vibration.

  God, she grew wetter every time she withdrew him from her mouth. Her pussy ached to be filled, her clit throbbed to be touched, but she refused to indulge in her needs. She was determined to focus entirely on the man before her.

  Eric settled a hand on the back of her head, pushing her down his length. His fingers threaded through her hair, pushing strands away from her face so he could watch, she had no doubt. Men were such visual creatures. She had thought it exclusive to their sex.

  She’d discovered tonight at the club that both sexes could be aroused by watching. Just thinking about what she watched earlier filled her belly with an undeniable heat.

  He quietly moaned her name when she increased her pace, the power of her suction. Her hand slipped from his balls to just behind them, caressing a spot she’d read about long ago that was supposedly rather effective in drawing forth an orgasm. He lifted his hips, jerked beneath her as he kept an awkward rhythm and she stroked harder. Let her fingers travel upwards the slightest bit so she played with his ass.

  And just like that he shot off into her mouth with a wretched groan. No warning, no withdrawal, just a hot spray of semen blasting down her throat. She swallowed it all, sucking him deep as she drank from him and he clutched her head with both han
ds. His entire body shuddered with the powerful climax until finally she withdrew him from her mouth.

  She watched with wonder as he fell back against the bed in an exhausted heap, throwing an arm over his eyes. Brushing her fingers over her mouth, she felt the sticky remnants of his come and licked it from her lips, savoring the taste.

  God, that had been amazing. It filled her with a power like she’d never known before, that she could arouse a man, make a man come in such an intense manner all with a few strokes of her fingers and licks and sucks of her tongue and mouth.

  “Baby, you are good,” he said, laughter tingeing his voice. “I can’t believe how hard I came. Or how fast.”

  “Mmm.” She crawled onto the bed, dropping kisses on his flat stomach, his firm chest and neck as she did so. She snuggled close to his side, threw an arm across his stomach and let her fingers drift across his skin. “I’m glad you liked it.”

  “Hell yes, I liked it.” He chuckled and held her close, dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll be raring to go again.”

  “I’ll hold you to that,” she murmured, pressing her mouth to his chest. His skin was salty, damp with sweat and she breathed deep, loving his earthy scent.

  “Trust that it’ll happen. I guarantee it.”

  And Eric did guarantee it. He held her close, enjoyed the way she kissed him all over his chest, his neck. Trailing his fingers across her shoulders, down her arm, he savored her satiny-soft skin, the way she felt in his arms, the hot gust of her breath against his flesh as her kisses and touches became more ardent.

  His body still quivered—aftereffects from the intense orgasm she gave him. He hadn’t given her enough credit. The woman was a master with her lips and tongue, the way she touched him and stroked him. She’d lavished so much attention on him, giving generously without asking anything for herself. That alone had been half the reason his orgasm was so intense.

  “I see you’re back in action,” she commented, amusement lacing her voice as she reached out and stroked her fingers down the length of his hardening cock.