Bliss (19 page)

He stroked his fingers through her long hair, drawing it back from her face. “That’s great.”

She nibbled the soft flesh, then drew one ball into her mouth. He groaned as she rolled it around inside her warmth. She released it, then licked from the base of his cock to the tip, then she swallowed his cockhead, which was much broader than Trent’s, into her mouth. She sucked, then dove down on him, taking his whole shaft into her mouth.

She cupped his balls and dove down and up, sucking on him until he felt steel-hard. She released him, then shifted to Trent. She grasped his curved cock and stroked, then sucked his cockhead. She bobbed up and down a few times, then shifted to Quinn. Quinn’s familiar cockhead filled her mouth and she sucked, then she released it and licked down his cock to his balls. She drew one into her mouth and sucked lightly, then licked up his shaft again. One more purposeful suck, then she shifted to J.M.

He caught her chin and kissed her. His hot chocolate gaze heated her even more than the hard cocks in her mouth had. She licked his big, round cockhead, then drew it inside. It filled her mouth. She dragged her tongue along the ridge, then swirled over the tip. He groaned. She dove downward, then sucked him deep.

“Hey, gorgeous, don’t forget us,” Quinn said.

Reluctantly, she released J.M., then moved back to Quinn. She bobbed up and down on him, then moved to Trent . . . then to Jeff.

“I’d love to see one of you two fuck her,” Jeff said, gesturing to Quinn and J.M.

Quinn raised his hand before J.M. could respond. “Well, I guess someone has to do it.” He stood up and took Kara by the hand, drew her to her feet, then into his embrace. He kissed her passionately, then scooped her up.

“How about the ottoman?” Jeff suggested. “Her on top of you.”

Quinn set her down in front of the armchair by the fireplace and he pulled the large overstuffed ottoman forward and sat down.

“You heard him, slave. Hop up.” Quinn lay back.

She knelt on the ottoman, her pelvis over him. She wrapped her hand around his cock and pressed it to her slick opening, then lowered herself onto him. Her insides quivered as his rock-hard cock filled her.

“Oh, yeah.” Quinn wrapped his arms around her and captured her mouth as he held her tight to his body, his cock fully immersed in her.

She felt a slick, hard cock brush her backside. Staying in Quinn’s embrace, her upper torso pressed tight to him, she raised her derriere, leaving her back end exposed. Trent stood beside J.M. and stroked her hip. That meant Jeff’s cockhead now stroked over her back opening.

She heard a condom package tear open and the cock moved away. A moment later, his hand stroked over her behind.

His slick fingers slipped inside her . . . first two . . . then three. . . . He swirled in circles, spreading his fingers apart a little . . . then a lot. He drew them out, then pressed his cock to her again and pushed forward. His cockhead pushed into her . . . a little at a time . . . stretching her . . . until it was fully inside.

She moaned and pushed against him. He pressed forward, the rest of his long shaft gliding inside. The incredible sensation of two hard cocks filling her sent her pulse skyrocketing.

“God, that is so incredibly sexy.” Trent stood up and moved behind Jeff.

“Oh, yeah, Trent.” Jeff’s cock drew out a little as he pulled back.

In the dresser mirror, Kara could see Trent push into Jeff, then Jeff push deeper into her again. The thought of Trent’s cock driving into Jeff and Jeff’s driving into her sent a thrill through her. She glanced at J.M. standing alone beside them. She reached out and grabbed his hard cock and drew it to her mouth. She squeezed him in her mouth as Trent drove forward again, driving both Jeff’s cock and Quinn’s cock deeper into her. It felt as if both Trent and Jeff filled her from behind while Quinn filled her in front. And J.M. filled her mouth.

Four hot hard cocks fucking her. Trent drove forward and she groaned as the three cocks drove deep again. She swirled her tongue around J.M.’s cockhead and he moaned. Quinn drove back, pushing her against Jeff . . . and Trent. They found a rhythm with Trent and Jeff driving forward, then Quinn driving back. Her insides rippled with pleasure and heat blasted through her at each deep, surging thrust. She moaned, losing J.M.’s cock. She grabbed him in her hand as she sucked in air, then the next thrust catapulted her into orgasm. Waves of pleasure encompassed her as a surge of ecstasy propelled her to heaven.

The men groaned, one after the other, in a domino effect of orgasms. They collapsed together, gasping for air. Finally, Trent and Jeff slipped away. Then Quinn kissed her and she stood up. Somewhere along the way she’d released J.M., which was just as well because in the sudden surge of pleasure, she might have done him damage.

She gazed at J.M., then took his hand and led him to the bed.

“I don’t want you to feel left out,” she murmured.

She lay down and he prowled over her, then his hard-to-bursting cock found her slick opening and drove inside. She gasped and clutched her arms around him. He drove into her again and again, stroking her insides with incredible pleasure. Before she could catch her breath, heat blossomed inside her and a powerful orgasm tore through her, searing every nerve end.

“Oh, God . . .” She clung to him as the joyous pleasure increased to an impossible intensity . . . until it erupted through her in an explosion of pure ecstasy.

He brushed her clit with his fingertip and swirled his cock. Time and space stretched to new dimensions as her body melded with the ecstatic pleasure to become pure joy.

His body pressed tight to hers, his hard cock pulsing inside her. She sucked in air as her heart rate slowly settled to normal.

“Now, that, my friends,” Quinn said with a chuckle, “is how it’s done.”

Chapter Sixteen

When Kara awoke, she was lying in J.M.’s arms, her head resting on his chest, with Quinn tucked up behind her. She glanced around and noticed Jeff and Trent had gone. She seemed to remember each of them giving her a kiss goodbye before she tumbled into sleep.

Feeble rays of sunlight glimmered from the edges of the drawn drapes. She glanced at the clock. Six fourteen.

J.M. shifted, his arms tightening around her possessively. She could hear his heartbeat under her ear and the closeness of his hard, warm body made her feel safe and loved.

Oh, damn. A cloud of confusion wafted through her brain. She’d had an amazing life-altering time at this conference and she knew it was all thanks to J.M. She knew it was a rare man indeed who would share a woman he had feelings for with other men in order to give her the sexual experience of a lifetime.

She felt Quinn’s hand caress her hip. He was a wonderful man, too, and she’d tried to distract herself from her intense feelings for J.M. by getting closer to Quinn. He was a great guy and a sensational lover. Why was it so different with J.M.?

J.M. shifted and his lips caressed her temple in a gentle kiss.

“You’re awake early,” he murmured.

“True, I’m feeling a little”—she dragged her hand down his chest, over his sculpted abs, then rested her fingertips barely brushing the tip of his twitching cock—“restless.”

His cock swelled and she lightly brushed her fingers over the hot shaft.

A warm hand stroked over her behind.

“Did I hear you say you’re feeling restless?” Quinn mumbled in a sleep-hoarsened voice. He rolled toward her and his lips played along the back of her neck, sending tingles dancing down her spine.

She curled her fingers around J.M.’s cock and rolled onto her back. She stroked along Quinn’s hip and grasped his firm cock.

A cock in each hand. Hard and ready. A great way to start the day.

She stroked them both. J.M. cupped her breast and Quinn leaned in to suckle her other nipple. She arched, encouraging their lovely attention. Quinn stroked between her legs, feeling the accumulating moisture. She felt so hot, she could barely think straight.

And she wanted immediate satisfaction.

She squeezed the two erections in her hands, stroking them harder.

“Mmm. I’m so turned on,” she murmured. “I want both of you inside me.”

She sat up and rolled around to plant a quick kiss on J.M.’s lips, then crouched over him, facing his feet. She grabbed his erection and pressed it to her slick opening, then lowered herself onto it.

God, he felt so good inside her.

She lifted herself up, then placed J.M.’s cockhead to her ass and slowly lowered herself onto his slick cock. His cockhead stretched her, then filled her opening.

“Oh, yes.” She kept lowering herself until he was fully embedded inside her.

She lay back and J.M. cupped her breasts and drew her against his body. Her head rested on his shoulder and he nuzzled her ear. Quinn knelt in front of her, his knees between hers but around J.M.’s. He pressed his cockhead to her vagina, then slid inside.

She gasped at the exquisite sensation.

Quinn positioned himself over her, propping himself up with his arms, and drew his cock out, then pulsed forward again.

“Yes, that is so . . .” She moaned as pleasure pulsed through her as both cocks pushed into her. She squeezed her internal muscles, increasing the intense sensations.

Quinn pumped into her, thrusting faster and deeper, driving J.M. deeper into her, too.

She clung to Quinn’s shoulders. He kissed her as J.M. nuzzled her neck. Her pulse accelerated and joy erupted through her. She gasped as her entire being exploded in orgasm.

And it went on . . . and on. . . .

Like riding a wave of pure pleasure. Her body . . . and her soul . . . seemed on fire.

She peaked and seemed to expand to another realm.

Slowly . . . so slowly . . . she settled back to the real world. Sensed the two bodies sandwiching hers. Hard cocks still embedded inside her.

Oh . . . my . . . God.

She’d never experienced anything quite so intense.

Could this be the whole-body orgasm J.M. had told her about?

But how? Could it have something to do with J.M.’s Tantra expertise?

Although she didn’t like the idea of elevating sex to something beyond pure physical pleasure, there seemed to be something to Tantra. J.M. had talked about energy. And not just with sex. He had helped her with her fear of flying . . . or rather of takeoffs. She couldn’t deny the fact she’d felt something when he’d touched her—an intense warmth that had calmed her body and mind. And, to be honest, just being around J.M. made her feel open to ideas and points of view she’d never considered before. He made her want to expand her boundaries and open herself to new experiences that would allow her to explore new sides of herself.

Maybe she’d have to reconsider her ideas about Tantra and what it was all about.

Kara needed a break from the conference and talks about improving one’s sex life. They only led to chaotic thoughts about J.M. and how he had already improved her sex life a thousandfold. Could the great sex between them have anything to do with Tantra, or was it just that he was an exceptional lover?

And how could she go back to regular sex with other men?

She decided she’d go to the Sex-a-la-Gala show to find inspiration. The sexual fantasies J.M. and Quinn had been helping her with had been extremely exciting. Maybe she should explore those more so that she could understand what excited her and bring that into her sex life when she returned home.

She wandered along the aisles, gazing at all the brightly colored sex toys, leather outfits, strappy high-heeled shoes, and naughty lingerie. She stopped at one booth with rhinestone strands hanging from a display stand. She touched one glittering strand, then let it glide between her fingers.

“You attach those to your bra to replace the bra straps,” an attractive young clerk said to her. She pointed to the glittering rhinestone strap at her own shoulder and tugged the top of her black camisole down enough that Kara could see how it attached to her black bra beneath. “You just take off the strap and replace it with these. Instant glamour!”

“Very pretty,” Kara said.

“With these you can wear a regular bra under a strapless top and they become part of the outfit. A pair is only twenty-five dollars. You can’t beat that.”

Kara liked glitz, so she purchased a pair and continued down the row with the small black plastic bag in her hand. At the end of the aisle, she gazed at a mannequin wearing thigh-high black boots with spike heels, a leather bustier with matching leather gauntlets, and a whip in her hand.

The very sexy outfit stirred Kara’s interest, but the whip wasn’t her thing. She didn’t see herself as a dominatrix. Several leather collars hung along the back wall of the booth, some adorned with pointy studs, some with rounded studs, some with chains. She remembered the collar and leash she’d worn to the masquerade, then how Quinn had pretended to be her master. Tingles danced along her spine at the excitement of being commanded to be a sex slave to four men. She could totally enjoy being touched by them . . . being given pleasure . . . giving them pleasure. Their cocks in her hands . . . in her mouth . . . then plundering her body.

Oh, God, she liked being dominated and . . . controlled. Maybe even more than she’d experienced so far.

Many of the collars had matching wrist cuffs, which had rings on them.

A young man working in the booth noticed her interest and snapped a carabiner clip onto one cuff.

“You can attach the two cuffs together to act like handcuffs,” he said. “Or you can clip them to a chain, or to a device, like a punishment bench.”

She smiled and nodded, not even wanting to know what a punishment bench was.

“Some have soft padding on the inside and can be used for suspension.” He picked up a pair and showed her the inside, where she could see puffy, soft-looking lining.

“Suspension?”

He smiled. “Right. Let me show you.” He attached the carabiner clip to each of the padded cuffs, then clipped them to a heavy leather strap draped over a large hook attached high on the booth wall. He then pulled the other end of the strap, pulling the cuffs upward.