Total Immersion (4 page)

Jeff was already in the tub, mist swirling just above the water. She climbed in with him and sat with her arms stretched out along the edge. “You work with Adam.”

“More like I work for him,” he said. “He manages the men here.”

“So he said. He doesn’t serve any of the clients?”

“Maybe a former client, if she asks for him. Or he’ll fill in in a pinch,” Jeff said. “Like now.”

“Do you know why he gave up the sex work?” Was she flattering herself to imagine he’d done it for her? She hadn’t heard from him since the breakup. If he’d wanted her back, he would have called, wouldn’t he?

“You’d have to ask him,” Jeff said. “But he’s a great teacher.”

“He teaches?”

“You saw him do it a few minutes ago. Coaching. He’s made me a better lover.”

“Interesting.” Adam had guided Jeff through their sex, making sure she got the maximum enjoyment. Both of them had been concentrated on her and her response. “How do you feel about your work?”

“Love it,” he said. “I love giving women orgasms.”

“It’s kind of selfless, isn’t it?” she said. “You’re into giving pleasure, aren’t you?”

“Makes me feel good. And then I get to have a few orgasms myself.”

“Could I give you one right now?”

He shrugged. “You can do whatever you want. I’m yours.”

“No, I mean for you, not me. Not my pleasure this time, but yours.”

“Sure. What did you have in mind?”

“I want to eat your cock.”

“Oh, brother.” He scooted up and sat on the edge of the tub. The erection she’d felt against her butt before stood straight out from his body, a few inches above the surface of the water. She’d never manage to get all that rigid flesh into her mouth, but she could get creative.

She floated over to him, grasped his beautiful monster by the base, and swirled her tongue around the tip. Then she took it into her mouth and sucked. With a groan, he tangled his fingers in her hair. Giving a man head and feeling him respond, swelling and growing harder, was a turn-on in itself. In a few minutes, she could watch him come as if in her own personal erotic movie. He’d get hard again later, or Adam would fuck her. She could take her pleasure, too.

She’d been right about his size. She’d only had one man larger, and he’d be joining them in a few minutes. She’d learned a few tricks with Adam’s huge cock, and she could apply them to Jeff.

Opening her throat, she took more of him, sliding her lips down his shaft, and she pumped the rest of him in rhythm with the bobbing of her head. The pressure of his fingertips on her scalp told her he was getting hot. For a moment, she released him and looked up at his face. He was staring back, his eyes unfocussed in bliss. He’d been watching his swollen flesh disappearing into her mouth. He’d get more in a minute.

Adam appeared on the terrace. He’d undressed, and she could finally get a view of him. The same man who’d received so much admiration from women at the beach, even though they’d never seen him in all his naked glory. The man who’d emerge from the shower, wet and clean and oh so edible. Even after all this time, he took her breath away. His entire body was perfectly proportioned, including his erection, from the thick base to the head. Her pussy released moisture as it always did when she wanted him. And she always wanted him.

“You started without me,” he said.

“Couldn’t wait,” she said. “What took you so long?”

He didn’t answer, but slid into the water behind her. So she went back to taking care of business with Jeff. This time when she slid her lips down his cock, she had an audience. Jeff seemed to find Adam’s presence exciting, too, because his breath grew ragged.

“She’s good at giving head,” he said.

“The best,” Adam replied.

She pulled Jeff from her mouth long enough to glance over her shoulder at Adam. “I am?”

“Of course. I never told you?” he said.

“You didn’t.”

“My bad. You’d better take care of Jeff, don’t you think?”

“Right.” Anyone paying attention would realize Jeff was fast approaching the end of his control. His cock had turned a livid red. She rested it against her cheek, showing off the contrast with her paler skin.

This time when she took him into her mouth and circled the tip with her tongue, he gave off a salty taste. His preorgasm release of moisture. His hips thrust, pushing himself farther into her mouth. Past caring about anyone else, he was rushing to climax, and she needed to make it as good as she possibly could for him. She pumped like crazy and feathered the fingers of her other hand over his sac.

“Oh, yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I’m coming. Now!”

She removed him from her mouth and continued working him hard and fast. Shouting, he climaxed with a major release of semen, followed by a smaller one. When it ended, he slumped over her, breathing hard. “Wow.”

She released his cock, arched upward, and kissed his cheek. “Good?”

“You took the top of my head off.”

“What do you think her reward should be?” Adam said from behind her.

Jeff’s eyes opened, and he stared right into hers. “After that, absolutely anything she wants.”

“I think I know what that would be.” Adam picked her up. The buoyancy of the water allowed him to lift her without effort and pull her back toward his lap. As natural as anything, he lowered her toward his cock, her back to his front. She spread her legs so she could sink onto him, straddling him. At some point, he’d put on a condom. Always the considerate lover.

Talk about heaven. Adam’s arms around her, his penis buried deep inside her. He didn’t move, but let her adjust to his size. Adjust to an overwhelming feeling of having arrived at exactly where she needed to be.

“I’ve missed this,” he said into her ear.

“Me, too.” She could try to explain to him how much, but she might end up in tears. How many times had she awakened in the night and had to remind herself Adam wasn’t beside her in bed anymore? How many times had she daydreamed about making love with him, only to realize those dreams were fantasy now? Maybe the drug had messed with her emotions as well as her thinking, but she wasn’t going to ruin this amazing fun by getting all teary eyed.

Just for the hell of it, she squeezed her muscles around him. He did what he always had—groaned in pleasure.

She giggled. “Glad to see some things never change.”

“Witch.” He nipped at her neck. “You’re not going to win against two of us.”

“I wouldn’t count on that,” she said.

Jeff floated across the tub and took her face between his hands. With a smile that showed off his dimple, he gazed into her face. “We’re pros, lady, and we have other advantages.”

She gazed right back. “What would those be?”

“A, we can make women have lots of orgasms, and B, our former coworker gave you an aphrodisiac.” Jeff kissed her then, his lips soft against hers. He knew how to do that, too, using enough pressure to create a hunger for more. As she leaned toward him to fit her mouth to his, he covered her breasts with his hands and massaged them. The nipples hardened into sensitive points as mists of arousal gathered in her mind. After all, she had Adam’s huge cock inside her. How could she fail to become excited when impaled on a monster like that?

Jeff continued wooing her lips with his, and his hands moved lower. Over her ribs and to her belly. Then down and down until his fingers found her pussy hairs. Oh, God, he was going to touch her, find her clit and stroke it until she went out of her mind with need. She’d explode, just fly apart. More pleasure than a human being could stand, and she’d have it and love every second.

Sure enough, he found her hot button. The minute he touched it, she nearly burst out of her skin. Her whole body stiffened, and she let out a cry. Adam held her hips, keeping her right where she was, and started to move, pushing himself up into her.

It was heaven, pure heaven. All that hardness inside her and expert fingers working her clit. So much like what she’d enjoyed before on the bed, and yet different with her lovers’ roles switched. What a wicked combination, one to guarantee the strongest possible sexual response—to be impaled on a rigid cock while another man played her clitoris like a fine instrument. Jeff pushed and stroked, firmly enough to send her into madness but not over the edge into orgasm. Her eyes closed and she leaned back until her head rested against Adam’s face.

“I told you you couldn’t win,” he said.

What sane person would want to win if this was losing? Her ability to speak had shut down about the time when Jeff had found her clit, so she could only answer with a moan.

“You’re going to come soon, aren’t you?” Adam said.

Stupid question. She wouldn’t even try to answer that one.

“Of course she is,” Jeff said. Still teasing her clit, he bent to nibble at her neck. She was caught between the two of them. Two perfect male bodies, two men working together to give her the best orgasms of her life.

“I love your climaxes,” Adam said. “They always make me come.”

That would happen in just a minute or two. All thought fled, leaving nothing but the demands of her body. She throbbed, aching and hungry. Needing more. Every breath ended with a whimper, and each of those rose in pitch.

“Now?” Jeff’s voice came to her as if from a distance.

“Hell yeah,” Adam answered.

He thrust harder, making her wetter and wetter and ready to scream. Then Jeff increased the pressure against her clit, and she went out of control. The orgasm went through her like a firestorm, scorching every part of her. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe, then when she did, she shouted as her pussy grasped at Adam over and over.

He grunted and shoved himself into her as deeply as he could go. He was coming, too, and the knowledge made the moment all the more intense. They clung together, riding it out until they both could take no more. When the orgasm ended and she slumped against Jeff’s shoulder, the two men wrapped themselves around her so completely she couldn’t tell Adam’s arms from Jeff’s. Man sandwich, indeed. She’d had no idea.

“S
USTENANCE,”
J
EFF DECLARED
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Shrugging into a silk robe supplied by the club, Susan watched as he wheeled a cart into the living room of the suite. It held covered dishes and a pitcher of orange juice. Her stomach rumbled at the mere suggestion of food. She’d had nothing since her light lunch, and they were well into nighttime.

As Jeff set everything out on the table, she took a seat. Adam appeared from the bedroom, tying the belt of his own robe with the club’s logo embroidered onto the breast pocket. It matched Jeff’s.

“I don’t know about the two of you,” Jeff said, “but after a workout like that, I need to eat.”

“Fine with me,” she said.

Susan had to chuckle. He considered sex a workout, did he? Maybe the way he and Adam did it, with their whole bodies, it was. She couldn’t complain as long as she reaped the benefits of their exercise. And they fed her afterward.

When Jeff lifted the metal covers from the plates, she let out a gasp of surprise. “Eggs Benedict.”

“Your favorite, right?” Jeff asked.

“How did you know?”

Jeff glanced at Adam, who wouldn’t meet her gaze. He’d told Jeff to order this for them. The same meal, right down to the crisp home fries, they’d shared on the morning Adam had told her he loved her. A lump formed in her throat, and she covered Adam’s hand with her own. “Thank you.”

He shrugged. “I wanted you to enjoy yourself.”

The gesture meant more than that, and he knew it. They’d never had eggs Benedict without remembering that morning. A year and a half ago. They’d known each other only a few days, and they’d spent most of that in bed. They’d fallen quickly and hard. Maybe if they’d become involved more slowly, things would have ended better. Maybe if she’d been more careful with her heart, she could have seen trouble coming. Maybe, maybe.

“Don’t let it get cold,” Adam said.

“You’re right.” She cut into the puddle of calories, through the poached egg, Canadian bacon, and English muffin. When she brought the whole mess, dripping hollandaise, to her mouth, she could have died and gone to heaven. Butter, tender egg, and all the rest. Surely this must be the most perfect of foods.

Jeff poured juice into glasses and passed them around before taking his own seat. “This does look good.”

“Fabulous,” Susan said around another mouthful.

“Glad you got this,” Adam said. “She normally eats nothing but bird seed.”

“I do not,” she said. “Why would you say a thing like that?”

He wiped his mouth with his napkin. “You’re always dieting.”

“I have to stay in shape.”

“Your shape is fine the way it is. You don’t have to get thinner.” Adam glanced at Jeff. “I’m right, right?”

Jeff held up his hands. “I’m not getting in the middle of any fights.”

“Yes, dear. You’re right about everything. As usual.” Were it not for the drug, his complaining about her dieting would have rankled, but tonight, who cared? The “yes, dear” comment probably did piss him off, but who cared about that, either?

The potatoes were as perfect as the eggs. She’d had several sex orgasms tonight. She might as well have one with food, too. Adam had always told her about the luxury at the club. Everything perfect, right down to the silk robes. That would apply to the kitchens and wine cellar, too. She’d remember this meal for the rest of her life.

“She gets sarcastic sometimes, too,” Adam said.

“Honestly, I think Jeff can figure that out on his own.” This time, she turned to Jeff. “Right?”

Jeff didn’t answer, but took a drink of his juice and smiled at them both.

“We don’t need to involve Jeff in our squabbles,” Adam said.

“Of course not. We can squabble perfectly well without help.”

“Say, if you two want to be alone, I could leave and come back later,” Jeff said.

“Stay,” Adam replied.

“Don’t go,” Susan said at the same time.

They ate for a while as an awkward silence settled over them. The food was utterly amazing, and she’d have to hit the elliptical to make up for all the fat. Totally worth it.

“Well,” Jeff said, a bit too brightly. “How did you two meet?”