And see me he did.
I could feel his fiery gaze from across the room while pretending that I didn’t. My fingers trailed down my chest, ghosting over my breasts and my silky white bra. My nipples pebbled at the contact, causing him to gasp. I had his attention. There was no way to miss the way he was burning holes into my body.
“Katia?”
The soft question of my name had me looking in his direction and, Lord, did the man look a mess. His hair was even messier, like he’d run his fingers through it to keep from doing what he really wanted to do. He wanted to come after me. I knew it.
Give in, Caleb Marshal.
I bit my bottom lip, squeezing my breasts and rolling them with my hands. Little zaps of pleasure shot straight to my coreas I tossed my head back, riding out the waves of pleasure I was giving myself.
“Caleb?” I panted his name. It sounded more like a whimper and a whine than anything else.
That seemed to do the trick. Whatever hesitancy he had before now was long gone. He was next to me on the couch in a matter of seconds. The feel of his body heat radiating into me had my body thrumming with desire. My next mission was to get him to touch me, to map my overheated skin with his fingers and mark me.
I didn’t have to wait long as his shaking hand touched my thigh. My legs uncrossed on their own, spreading wide and allowing him access to anything that he wanted to touch.
Caleb didn’t hesitate, sliding his fingers along my legs, inching higher and higher as his head landed on my shoulder. This should have been awkward, but the feel of his breath puffing against my neck only intensified things. I loved having this sort of power over a man. Especially one that had never experienced it with a woman before. This whole encounter held a lot of appeal for so many reasons.
“What are you doing to me?” His question sounded pained as his hand slipped higher, feeling the edge of my panties. He was so close to where I wanted him. It wouldn’t take much more.
Calloused fingertips slid along the edge of my pussy, which was soaking through the lace covering it. Only a few more centimeters and he’d feel it. He’d know that I wanted him and needed relief from the desire coursing through my body.
“Nothing you don’t want me to do. Come on, Caleb. I’m not forcing you to do anything, just do what feels natural.”
He groaned as his fingers finally hit home, the wetness of my underwear letting him know just how aroused I was. He rubbed at the front of my panties, sending little jolts of pleasure throughme, I slammed my eyes closed to enjoy the feel of him touching me in such an intimate way.
Caleb’s thumb rolled over my clit again and again. For a man who swore he was gay, he sure knew what he was doing with a woman’s body.
And then the front door opened. In a normal situation, the person I was with would have jumped away from me, but I knew what I was here for. The difference being that I’d been intended for Caleb’s husband, and here I was being taken apart by Caleb himself.
I opened my eyes through my lustful haze to meet those of a burning deep brown gaze in the doorway. The warm brown color of his skin was tinged with the faintest hint of pink as he watched me with his husband. No doubt this was an unfamiliar sight if what Caleb told me was true.
If this was Dom, he was gorgeous. He stood in a light gray suit, pressed to the nines, with a pink tie that hung from his neck. His black hair was buzzed short, and he had no facial hair. He looked a lot younger than his husband. He closed the door behind him, leaning against it as Caleb slipped his thumb beneath the band of my panties, his finger meeting the moist heat of my cunt.
Caleb’s breath was warm and wet against my neck. He hadn’t noticed that his husband had entered the picture, and I wasn’t about to break the spell with how amazing it felt to have his hands on me.
It didn’t seem to matter because the man at the door loosened his tie, pulling it from his neck as he crossed the room to where I was spread out. The second his jacket hit the floor, Caleb looked up to see him. He didn’t stop what he was doing to me, though, with an unspoken agreement seeming to pass between them as Dom sank to his knees in front of me.
Dom lifted my leg, setting it on his broad shoulder as he kissed the inside of my thigh. Caleb’s hand left my underwear, but Ididn’t feel neglected for long as Dom kissed higher, his face pressing between my thighs, pushing my skirt up around my hips until he could mouth over the covered wetness of my pussy.
My back arched off the couch as Caleb kissed my neck, his hand now finding its way to my breast instead, rolling the mound. The sensation of the attention of both men was almost too much, but I craved it. Desired it. Thrived on it.
A deep hum vibrated through my cunt. It would only be better if the material of my underwear wasn’t in the way, but this slow torture was divine.
My panties were soaked as Dom licked and sucked at the material. I wanted him closer, to feel his tongue against my skin as he devoured me.
Finally, a finger hooked into the waistband and pulled the lacy material down until it got caught where the garter attached to my stockings. He made quick work of the snaps, yanking the offending garment off my legs, and the show of force had my blood heating to ungodly levels. My body was on fire, and only these men and their touch could put it out.
Dom found his way between my legs again, and when his tongue made contact with my swollen clit, I cried out with relief. Relief to have the contact I so badly desired and because the man was damn good. He knew exactly what to do. As his tongue continued to dip and swirl through my pussy, gathering the taste of my arousal, I soaked up the feeling of it. I always loved it when a man went down on me. It was such a simple thing, but also so damn filthy. Something about devouring the evidence of my desire got me going.
As if not to be forgotten, Caleb slipped his hand into the cup of my bra. His fingers played with the puckered peak of my nipple as he continued to suck and kiss at my neck. It was like he was afraid to actually kiss me. Like if he did, it would change something about his very identity. But it was okay to experimentand enjoy something different every once in a while. It didn’t have to define you.
Chapter Three
Dominic
When I’d first walked in to see Caleb with a woman on our couch, I’d been surprised. In all the years we’d been doing this, he normally left me my gift and made himself scarce for a few hours. It was a dynamic that worked for us, but this? I wouldn't complain about this. To walk in and see my husband with his hand up the woman’s skirt did strange things to my body, and I wanted to jump in as soon as possible.
