Chapter 15
15
O f all the sexual games she’d been expecting, Tim had surprised her yet again.
He waited, hand held out, palm up.
She opened her mouth to protest, then covered the move by reaching for her own glass of wine and taking a deep sip. It wasn’t that bad a request, and somehow the thought made her achy.
“I suggest you do it now, or Jason will be back with our steaks before you’ve finished straightening things.”
Erin pushed back her chair. The borrowed blouse and skirt were slightly large, but she still needed to wiggle hard to get hold of her underwear to pull it free. She passed over the warm bundle of fabric then turned her attention to the table, ignoring the heat flushing her cheeks.
Tim slipped her panties into his pocket, the material creating a bulge.
Or maybe the extra fabric he was storing wasn’t the cause. She caught his eye and teased. “You should have worn the kilt.”
“My cock would have appreciated the extra room right now,” he confessed easily.
“Jeez, Tim.” She glanced over her shoulder, but the door to the kitchen remained closed.
“I’m pretty sure Jason has heard the word cock before, love. I’m also pretty sure he’s got one. Might even use it upon occasion.”
Erin ignored her burning ears and sampled the food. Tim laughed as he joined her, chatting easily about a madcap adventure he and Matt had taken part in up in Labrador once.
He was refilling her glass as Jason walked in with their main courses, perfectly done steaks with king crab legs arranged on top.
It was all Erin could do to not stare at Jason to see if anything had changed. His expression, his body language.
Did he know? And why could she not stop thinking about cocks and other dirty words? It was as if Tim had hypnotized her, and having been triggered by the smutty side, her brain had trampled off for a nice little exotic holiday.
She jerked upright at a touch to her hand.
Tim leaned toward her. “Jason asked if you needed anything else.”
A simple head shake seemed like a hell of a lot more work than it should have been. “Thank you, no.”
“Mr. Haven will be done in about ten minutes. He’ll join you for dessert if that’s all right.”
Tim nodded, and Jason left as Erin attempted to stop squirming in place.
The heat between her legs was unreasonable. Made no sense. All that was different between now and a million other dinners she’d enjoyed was that she was sitting bare-ass naked under a long skirt. No one could tell?—
And she was still going up in flames.
She managed to cut a few pieces of steak and get them down, each bite savoury and delicious. But her appetite wasn’t there.
“You’ve grown very quiet.” Tim caressed a finger up the back of her arm. “Is the food not what you’d hoped for?”
“I think I’m intoxicated,” Erin confessed. “There’s no other explanation.”
“You’re not drunk,” Tim assured her. “But you are ready for more. Open your legs.”
Shit. She gripped the edge of the table and slowly obeyed, the soft sweep of fabric falling against her thighs. “You’re not going to do anything now, are you? Jason said Matt could be here at any time.”
“So?”
A sweep of light-headedness rolled over her. Her breathing picked up, but it wasn’t panic. Nothing that would make her call him out and call it off.
“You’re a bastard,” she noted as plainly as she could.
“You’ve told me so before, and yet here we are.” Tim leaned over and tugged her chair to face him slightly. “You like your men with a little bastard in their blood. Admit it.”
Her breathing picked up a notch. “I like you.”
He smiled in approval, then rocked her control even further. “Pull up your skirt so I can see your pussy. Now.”
Her fingers were moving before her brain fully registered the words. She rolled the fabric upward, and as cooler air from the room brushed her, she sighed.
Tim pulled something from his pocket. “Damn. So fucking gorgeous.”
When he dropped to his knees and pulled her hips forward, she bit her lip to keep from shouting. His tongue stroked between her folds, wet heat circling her clit. The scruff on his chin rubbed her inner thigh, his upper lip a tempting abrasion that made everything more sensitive. She caught hold of the chair arms and dug in her fingers to stop from fisting his hair. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to keep him there or tear him away. The door could open any second and Matt could walk in?—
She was seconds away from having an orgasm at the thought, and the realization rocked her hard.
But Tim pulled back far too soon, a final lap over the sensitive tip of her clit making her legs shake. He stared approvingly.
“One more thing,” he added.
The mysterious item he’d brought from his pocket was U-shaped, and he licked one side, that talented tongue wasted on an inanimate object.
Then he pressed it into her body, slipping the moistened end between her folds so it rested inside her sex, and the other half nestled against her clit.
“You’ll enjoy this,” Tim promised. “It’s not so big as to hinder you from moving, but you’ll be aware of it all the time. Especially when I do this.”
He sat back in his chair and pulled out a small remote control. She didn’t see him do anything, but suddenly the item between her legs vibrated.
Soft, low pulses, inside and out. “Sweet mercy, Tim. What the hell?”
“You like it?” He pulled her skirt back into place and gently levered her knees together. The motion only increased the pressure, and she gasped. “Nice. That’s what I thought.”
Oh God . “You’re not going to?—”
Again she caught herself. Of course he was going to play with the damn controls while his friend was in the room. That was the point.
She deliberately reached for her wineglass and tipped it back, finishing the final couple of swallows as she fought to keep the toy from destroying her mind in under two minutes.
Tim clicked something else, and the speed of the pulse reduced to a pace that allowed her to breathe again. He placed the control on the tabletop beside his plate.
“What? No timeline or demands that I don’t have an orgasm until after coffee is served?” Erin eyed the sideboard with the liquor and considered whether a couple of shots of tequila, straight up, would take the edge off the impending earthquake.
He stared into his glass, swirling the final inch of wine remaining. “Where’s the fun in denying you orgasms? That’s not your thrill, Erin.”
“And you know what is?” She wiggled slightly, causing the angle of the damn vibrator to adjust enough so she could talk without her voice shaking.
“Some of them.” He looked her straight in the eye, mesmerizing and captivating. “I won’t push too hard, too soon, but consider this. Matt is a good friend I trust, but he’s not someone you ever need to see again.”
A myriad of possibilities raced through her mind. “What exactly are you proposing?”
“Right now? Nothing. But keep an open mind.”
“Which is no answer.” Erin held her breath as Tim reached for the control and palmed it.
He raised a brow. “Have you had enough to eat?”
“I have. Thank you.”
There was no use in insulting him, not when she had given him control. But the edge of fear had returned. One step beyond what she thought she wanted was one step further than she would ever accept going. The line in the sand frightened her.
How close to the edge could Tim take her without pushing her over?
He stood and held out a hand. She rose to her feet, adjusting to balance the strange sensation of the vibrator.
Tim’s smile softened as he waited for her to stop wiggling. “Does it feel strange?”
“Edgy. Different.” Erin glared at him. “If it falls out while your friend is in the room, I’m warning you now you’re the one who has to explain.”
“It won’t fall out,” Tim soothed her, walking her slowly toward the living space with the massive leather couches. “It’s made so you can wear it while we have sex.”
Oh.
He grinned. “And if it did fall out? Matt already knows what it is—I found it in our room. Brand-new out of the box. There was a nice assortment of toys to choose from.”
Choice swear words flooded her brain. “Maybe it was his personal shopper at work again stocking the shelves, did you think of that? Or do you know he’s a sex toy connoisseur, and if you do know that for sure, that’s pretty damn kinky.”
“Why?” Tim asked. “Are you going to wonder if he knows that you’re excited? Will he look at you and imagine seeing you panting with excitement, trembling on the edge of orgasm?”
He clicked the on button as he spoke, and the lightest of caresses resumed. Even on low, Erin had to deliberately relax to complete the journey to the couch without stumbling.
Adding the sensation of the vibrator to Tim’s words lit her brain and body on fire. “Does Matt like to watch?” she murmured, twining her fingers in his.
Tim seated her, then joined her on the buttery-soft leather. “Matt is a voyeur, yes. That’s one of the things he enjoys very much.”
The thrill of excitement rushing her had to be tempered with reality. “There are no cameras in our suite, are there?”
Tim shook his head. “He’s not rude, Erin.”
The door opened before she could respond, and a hearty hello rang out as Matt joined them.
No longer covered by layers of winter clothing, Matt was even more impressive. Erin instinctively glanced between the two men, contrasting the easy power they displayed. Tim wore his confidence like a well-aged leather coat, and she could imagine him at ease with brass knuckles and a knife visible at his hip. Another quick peek let her admire the five o’clock shadow he hadn’t bothered to shave. The strong hands he used to dole out caresses with the same competence with which he handled a scalpel or a rope. Dangerous from the first glance—dangerous and delicious.
On the other side of the equation, Matt was a boardroom knight. Pristine except for his hair, which was a shambles again. White button-down shirt, dress pants. Clean-shaven and clear eyed as he glanced around the room then focused directly on them. The kind of decision maker who would make million-dollar choices without breaking a sweat. The kind corporations wanted on their side, not bidding against them.
The lone downfall to the rest of his cool, debonair appearance—Matt had rolled up his sleeves. Just like that, Erin got entangled in staring at his forearms and hands—and wasn’t that just wrong, to be turned on by the sight of strong forearms with their dusting of hair?
Matt strode across the room, unaware she was objectifying his arms.
“Did you have enough to eat?” he asked, coming to a stop by her feet.
She pulled on her best manners, hoping that her strange, instant attraction to the man hadn’t made her drool. It had to be the vibrator turning everything around her into one giant aphrodisiac. “Dinner was incredible. Thank you for your hospitality.”
Their host dragged a hand through his hair, and Erin smiled. She’d guessed that part right—the gesture was obviously a habit with him, and totally explained the ends standing every which way as he twisted to the sideboard. “And that’s enough politeness for one night. Relax, make yourself comfortable. What are you having in your coffee, or with your coffee? I saw Jason in the hall, and he’s bringing in some ghastly sweet thing made of chocolate and whipped cream in a minute.”
Erin opened her mouth to answer.
Tim adjusted the speed on the vibrator and instead of air going out she gasped, fingers tightening on his. She coughed lightly to cover her tracks then tore her gaze off Tim’s grinning face to look into Matt’s questioning expression.
“Pour us all brandies,” Tim suggested, his tone just shy of an order.
Matt hesitated. He glanced between Erin and Tim, and his smile widened.
Whatever secret codes the guys had going, Erin hadn’t missed the crystal-clear message—Matt wasn’t the least surprised by Tim taking charge in his home, and more than that, Matt didn’t seem to mind one bit.
There was no mistaking the increased heat in his tone as he moved to comply. “Stay where you are. I’ll bring them to you.”
“Erin will help.” Tim urged her forward, his hand resting intimately on her lower back. He leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I’m glad you like Matt. He seems to like you as well. Perhaps we need to explore this a little. Yes?”
He pushed her toward the sideboard.
Sweet mercy, she was going to die. Erin worked on her breathing as Tim reclined on the couch and proceeded to torment her with the damn remote control.
What did he mean, explore ?
He didn’t give her time to adjust. Matt asked some innocent question, and Tim flipped the vibrator to an uneven pulse. She answered, unable to keep her words from trembling.
Matt held out a goblet filled with gold liquid, wrapping her fingers around the glass. “Let your body heat warm the brandy. That’s the best way.”
His strong hands lingered on hers as he waited for her to take hold. Erin checked over her shoulder, but Tim was still smiling as he observed. Matt held out a second glass and Erin reached for it.
The pulse between her legs bounded to high as Tim changed vibrator speeds again, and a moan ripped free from her lips, a quiver rocking her. The brandy shook, sloshing over the edge onto her and Matt’s fingers. Cool liquid over heated flesh.
“Now you’ve got the brandy at true body temperature,” Tim teased. Then his words turned husky, much lower than usual. “Matt, don’t let it go to waste.”
Erin froze, then let the wildfire racing over her burn. Tim was in charge, and while this wasn’t what she would have picked—hell, yeah .
Matt lifted her hand, and while they both still held the glass, he slowly licked the brandy clean. Silvery grey eyes stared into hers as his tongue stroked the sensitive area between her fingers.
Decadence. Animal attraction. She wasn’t sure if she was turned on because Tim had started her motor ages ago, or if the lure of the forbidden was going to destroy her right where she stood.
Matt hummed happily as he sucked her fingers clean one at a time. Heat rolled from his body, his broad shoulders shifting slightly as he turned her toward Tim.
“Don’t forget you have a glass in the other hand as well,” Matt warned. “Or perhaps, do forget. If you spill more, I’m willing to help clean up. Any time. Anywhere.”
Tim sprawled on the couch, the heavy bulge at his groin far too obvious as Erin found her footing and stumbled across the short distance between them. Any sense of knowing what was going on had vanished completely, and she waited, nearly breathless, to find out what would happen next.
Every step they took forward just encouraged him to go faster. Tim had planned to keep things slow to avoid going into overload, but Erin had not only taken his simple commands in stride; she was blossoming.
With Matt a willing participant, the possibilities for the next two days were endless.
But first, Tim would stick to his original plans for the evening.
Erin passed him his drink and settled gingerly beside him. He’d turned the vibrator down again, but not off, and as her ass met the couch she made another one of those noises that melted his spine.
“Feel free to put your feet on the couch. We don’t stand on ceremony around here.” Matt proved his point by sitting opposite them, kicking off his shoes before stretching his long limbs over the leather surface. “Tim, you said you and Erin work together. I guess this means you’re not available to go scuba diving with me in a month?”
“Probably not.” Tim eased Erin against his chest and stroked her hair softly. “I’ll need a little more warning for tropical getaways, but I have found a great place for a future whitewater trip if you’re game.”
“Awesome.” Matt sipped his brandy then turned his gaze on Erin. “Your boyfriend is the source of endless hours of entertainment.”
Her low chuckle carried one hundred percent Erin attitude. “So I’m learning.”
That remark earned her a click on the remote control. He turned the vibrator to medium, a steady pulse that should have made her clit ache. He lifted her chin with a finger and kissed her, ignoring Matt, ignoring everything but her soft lips. She sighed as his tongue slipped into her mouth, and he tasted the sweet brandy she’d sipped only a moment earlier.
He caught her lower lip in his teeth briefly before easing back, staring into her eyes. “Entertainment. Pleasure. There’s so much to experience.”
She watched him carefully, as if eager to see what he would ask of her next. He stroked her cheek. “Soon,” he whispered.
“You’re killing me. I need…more.” She spoke softly as well, but when they turned back to the center of the room, Matt’s eyes were lust-filled, and his gaze roamed freely over Erin.
Admiring. Wanting.
Tim deliberately took the conversation to general topics for a while. Dessert and coffee arrived as they discussed what there was to do in the area. How Matt had been keeping himself busy. All the while Erin tried to appear interested, but the constant squirming was a giveaway her mind wasn’t on the conversation.
Matt had just finished a story when Tim chose to move. “Would you excuse us? Erin hasn’t seen the view from the observation deck yet.”
“Take your time. The light switches for the gardens are on the south wall.” Matt swirled his brandy. “I’ll just top this up.”
Erin held Tim’s fingers tight enough to make them go numb as he led her around the corner and onto the deck he’d discovered earlier while she’d showered.
“Observation deck in the dead of winter?” Erin asked. “It’s going to be cold,” she warned.
“Not this one.” Tim closed the door behind them and flipped on all the feature lights, showcasing an enormous landscaped path system below the house. He left on only one of the dim overhead lights in their area, moving her to the side so they stood half in the shadows but still visible.
If someone knew where to look.
“Ahh, a closed-in sunroom. Very pretty. It’s… oh .” Erin clutched the window frame. “That damn vibrator. I hope you’re having fun.”
“Not as much fun as I will be in a moment.” Tim stepped behind her and fisted the fabric of her skirt, shoving it over her hips as he pushed between her shoulders and positioned her to his liking. “Keep your hands on the sill.”
Erin glanced back, her gaze darting down to his hands as he tore open his fly and pulled his cock free. “Seriously?”
“Very.” Tim slipped his fingers along her sex. “Jeez, you’re wet. Now I don’t know if I want to fuck you or lick you clean.”
Erin squeezed her lips together as if not wanting to influence his decision, but with her bare ass presented to him, there really was no better choice. He lined up his cock and thrust.
She cried out but pressed back to meet him as he withdrew and thrust again. “Oh my God , do you feel that?” she asked.
He’d turned the vibrator to high and while it added some sensation for him, it was obviously much more for her. “Hitting your G-spot, is it? I feel your tight, wet cunt squeezing me.” He reached one arm around her waist and the other under her thigh and pulled her upright, fucking into her body with short, hard strokes. Erin reached up and hooked an arm around his neck, her breath escaping in passionate moans and little pants.
It wasn’t just the vibrator that had gotten her so wet, and Tim knew it. “Did you like it when Matt licked your fingers? So dirty, right out there in front of me. Another man touching you— Did that get you hot?”
“Yes.” Erin confessed. She protested as he slowed his strokes, switching to long, full plunges as deep as he could go. “But only because you were there,” she added.
Her honesty floored him and cheered him on. “You get off on being touched when I can see. Trying to drive me mad, kitten?”
“You enjoyed it, too,” she whispered. “You like seeing me turned on, no matter who gets me going.”
“Guilty. It’s pleasure, and I want it for you.” Tim twisted them slightly, pausing with his cock just clinging to her passage. “Desire comes in all sorts of packages. Who are we to say what is right and what is wrong? Would you deny yourself pleasure because someone else says it’s not proper?”
“My life. My body,” Erin stated clearly, and Tim wanted to roar in approval.
Instead he twisted her face toward him until he could take her lips with a hot and heavy kiss. Possessive and being possessed all at one time. He shoved a hand under her top and ripped up her bra so he could grasp one firm breast. She squirmed, fighting to get his cock deeper inside.
When they broke apart for much-needed air, Tim smiled and spoke softly. “When I bend you over again, look at the windows on the right. You can see our reflection. Watch me fucking you, loving everything about you.”
Erin’s pupils grew wider. “Windows?”
“Yes.” He flipped her back into position and leaned her over, pulling back on her hair slightly to make sure she was looking in the right direction. “The windows of the living area where we were sitting a few minutes ago.”
He powered into her body, her passage tighter than ever as she noticed what he’d seen the entire time. Their reflection was there, that was true, but if you looked through the window you could clearly see into the room. A dim light in the distance revealed Matt, legs stretched out on the couch as he sipped his refilled brandy. His gaze fixed on their location on the equally dimly lit deck.
“Oh, fuck. That’s Matt. He’s…” Erin shuddered, then rocked her hips back, driving Tim’s cock deeper.
“Yes, he’s watching”—Tim thrust again—“wishing this were his cock”—another thrust—“feeling your passion”—another—“fucking you hard.”
Erin moaned, her knuckles gone white on the ledge she clung to. “Yes.”
“But you’re mine,” Tim warned. “Even if others watch. Even if they touch, it’s because they’re a part of me. Because I give you to them for that time only. But you’re mine , not theirs.”
She was shaking now, the vibrator pulsing against her clit. Tim clutched her hips and fucked her relentlessly, deep and hard until she screamed, her body jerking so violently he nearly slipped out.
He instantly turned off the control, slamming in for the final few strokes it took to trigger his release after holding back for so long. He fucked her through her orgasm, through his, prolonging the waves of pleasure rippling through her. Dragging more from himself than he’d thought possible.
Sheer decadent pleasure driving them both beyond the limits.
Good thing his tastes ran to being watched as well, and Matt certainly had never complained before.
Erin moaned as he pulled her upright, his cock slipping free. Moisture met his groin as he held her to him, his semen and her wetness escaping to trickle down her legs. Still he supported her until their breathing calmed.
He turned her to face him, examining her carefully for any sign their little romp had been more than she wanted. All he saw was happy, sated contentment.
Then she cupped her hands around his face and kissed him. A full-on, breathtaking, soul-shattering kiss that left him reeling as hard as his entire climax moments earlier.