Diablo Blanco Club: Unfair Advantage (27 page)

“It’s almost like being inside you,” Bryce whispered against her hair as she bent over him.

“How?” Mattie asked, her attention focused on the slide of his fingers over his flesh.

Drawing in a deep breath, he laughed, a sexy, dark rumble that made her more aware of the way his scent clung to her. “You are so wet.” She watched his eyes close and wondered if he was remembering, like her, the hours he’d spent making love with her on their wedding night and every day since. “Tight and hot. I almost came that first time as soon as I got inside you.”

He felt his control slip just a little as he recalled what her body felt like wrapped around his. “Like a silky glove, Mattie; you were wrapped so close I couldn’t tell where you left off and I began.” His motions grew more rapid as the tingle began in his spine.

Watching her slip her thumb from his to investigate a single drop of milky fluid, Bryce gloried in the pleasure his wife seemed to gain from playing with his secretion. Sliding the pad of her thumb over the thick, bulbous tip of his shaft, he barely gave Mattie time to marvel at the proof of his slipping control when she found herself pulled tight against his body. His hands held her hips as he buried his face against her neck, groaning as his body rocked against hers. The thick length trapped between them, the need to come overwhelmed his control until he felt his body pulsing and wet warmth gushed over their bellies.

From the hall, the grandfather clock chimed six deep, sonorous notes, startling them from their stunned embrace. Bryce was the first to pull away. Grabbing at a pile of towels nearby, he found and dipped a washcloth beneath the water and gently bathed Mattie’s breasts and belly, removing the evidence of his passion from her trembling body. Raising his eyes to hers, he wasn’t sure what he would have said before she forestalled him by pulling away and stepping from the tub.

“You said you had a surprise?” Reaching beneath the water, she pulled the plug from the drain and wrapped herself in a towel.

Realizing she was trying to avoid his touch, Bryce wondered at the sudden hesitation in his wife. Resolved to follow through on his plans for the evening, he nodded. “Yes. Why don’t I get a quick shower while you dress; then we can head out.”

“What should I wear? Formal? Casual?”

“Whatever you’d like.” He grinned. “You won’t have it on for long. I promise.”

The laugh Mattie gave seemed almost forced, Bryce decided as he watched her leave the bathroom. Feeling every one of his forty years plus a decade or two more, Bryce rose from the rapidly emptying bath and stripped his wet clothes off. Striding to the shower, he jerked the cold-water faucet on full and stepped beneath the pulsing jets. Gritting his teeth to keep from crying out, he soaped up and rinsed off in record time.

Chapter Fifteen

“Bryce, I’m…I’m not sure.” Mattie hesitated on the threshold of the bathroom.

“What is our safe word?”

“Pirate.”

“Are you afraid of Richard?” Bryce held his hand out to her and drew her close. When they’d arrived at the penthouse to find Richard already waiting, Mattie had been fine; but when he’d led her into the bathroom to change out of her clothes, she’d begun to balk.

“No, but…”

“Are you afraid of me?” When he moved behind her, she could feel him comb his fingers through her hair, easing the sections free of the braid she’d confined it in before they’d left home.

“Never.”

Finished with her hair, he returned to stand in front of her. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

Leaning forward, his hands sliding beneath her robe to squeeze her hip and cup her breast, Bryce settled his lips against hers. “I swear, baby,” he whispered into her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip, then licking away the sting, “if you get scared, you just use our safe word and he’s gone.”

Still nervous, Mattie nodded and kissed him back. The ugly whispers trickling through her thoughts sounded so much like the accusations her father used to fling at her mother, it took Mattie several deep breaths to force them into silence. Following him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, she didn’t hesitate in her steps, nor did she resist him when he loosened her robe and smoothed it off her shoulders. Inside, she was glad this hurdle was being done at the apartment and not the Folly. Here the bed was merely a bed, a place she and Bryce had slept and made love, but the Folly was home. It was sacred, a place reserved only for her and Bryce. No one else.

“You know, Bryce,” Richard’s voice called out from the hallway, “we don’t have to—” The words seemed lodged in his throat as stood frozen in the doorway.

Mattie waited, feeling the heat climb from her breasts to her cheeks as Bryce carried her robe to the chaise, leaving her naked in the center of the room. The sun was just sinking below the city’s sprawling towers of concrete and glass, casting a reddish glow through the room. In her own defense, she was a bit taken aback at the sight of Richard’s bare chest and feet and the faded jeans riding low on his hips.

“Holy Christ, Mattie.” The tone of his voice was near reverent as he moved toward her.

Glancing over her shoulder, Mattie sought out Bryce, needing to determine by his expression what her next step should be. Having taken a seat in one of the chairs scattered around the room but close to the bed, he watched Richard approach her. His stoic expression told her nothing as he split his attention between the sketch pad in his lap and her and Richard.

Standing directly before her, Richard seemed to gain control of himself. “I have your permission?” His inquiry was directed at Bryce, but his eyes never left her face.

Mattie could practically feel his gaze caress her skin. Memories of the stroke of his fingers against her clit surfaced, making her breathing hitch. Flashes of that strange lunch meeting had been bubbling to the surface of her mind over the last week, not just this evening. Every time Bryce settled a plug in place, then made love to her, she couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to have two cocks filling her at one time. Not that she could think of anything else with the heated whispers Bryce constantly teased her with.

It wasn’t like Richard wasn’t handsome. Hell, she’d had her share of fantasies about the dark-haired man, but she’d grown to know and recognize the difference between desire and love. Richard’s touch, his look, the way he treated her, and the way she reacted to his touch at the restaurant all made her know there was little chance she wouldn’t be able to maintain control over her body and senses. It wouldn’t be like the out-of-control feelings Bryce stirred in her.

Bryce must have given his permission with a silent nod because Mattie didn’t hear him say anything before Richard’s lips covered hers. His broad hands cupped her cheeks, holding her still as his mouth coaxed hers open. The taste of chocolate and mint filled her senses, and the stroke of his fingers as they drifted from her cheeks to her breasts stirred her senses, but nothing like Bryce’s touch.

Just like your mother, a little slut
. The voice snarled from the darkness she’d trapped it in. Her body went stiff before she shoved the thought away and concentrated on relaxing, absorbing the sensations Richard’s touch evoked.

A part of her mind seemed isolated, cut off from the sensations washing softly through her body. It analyzed the lack of recoil and revulsion. Both feelings had always been present with the men she’d ever dated before Bryce, but not Bryce himself. Although the heat and heart-slamming arousal just the thought of Bryce could induce wasn’t present, a bit of Mattie wondered at why Richard’s touch didn’t affect her the way other men’s had.

“Stop thinking, Lawrence,” Bryce commanded softly from across the room.

And she did.

Against her lips, Richard chuckled. Lifting his head, he smiled down at her. “I guess he could hear the gears spinning as much as I could.”

“Sorry.” Mattie blushed, suddenly aware of how aroused this man was, while her own body was showing only mild interest.

“No worries, Mattie.” With surprising ease, he swept her off her feet and deposited her on the bed. “It just means I have to work a little harder. And you know I like a challenge.”

If she turned her head, Mattie could clearly see Bryce seated beside the bed. The pencil working furiously over the sketch pad, his gaze moving between her and Richard, even as the other man stepped away, shed the loose jeans, and revealed the lack of undergarments and a thick, aroused cock. From the nightstand beside the bed, he drew out one of the black condom packets and began to tear it open.

“No, use the gold,” Bryce ordered, his expression tight as he watched his friend over the top of the pad.

Her mind spinning with doubts about her ability to go through with Bryce’s request and the increasing taunts in her father’s voice, Mattie barely registered the direction.

Richard seemed just as surprised at Bryce’s comment, but he shrugged, set the black foil aside, and drew a gold one from the drawer. Mattie watched as he sheathed his cock in latex before moving back to the bed. Easing her legs apart, he settled between them, the warm flesh of his chest stimulating the sensitive skin on the insides of her thighs. The grin on his face grew wider as he drew in a deep breath. “Hmmm, smells like Bryce has already covered you.”

Images of the few times Bryce had allowed her near the corrals when one of his studs was servicing a mare ran through Mattie’s mind but were quickly dispelled when the heat of Richard’s tongue stroked over her damp pussy. Thick fingers parted her bare flesh and teased the nubbin within to life.

Even as her body responded, Mattie had no difficulty controlling her need. Unlike the speedy rise of arousal and the pulsing need to come that always overwhelmed her when her husband made love to her, Richard’s touch was soothing, sweet, but not mercurial like Bryce’s. She felt none of the separation from reality, the submersion in sensation that being with Bryce brought, but the caress of Richard’s hands, the stroke of his lips and tongue aroused her.

Perhaps this is what it would be like with someone I cared about but didn’t love?

Again, Bryce seemed to sense her inability to separate thoughts from her body’s reaction to Richard. Setting aside the pad, Bryce rose, stripped off his faded jeans, and settled, bare assed, onto his chair. He seemed to wait until she’d gotten a good look at the rising length of his arousal before speaking. “Close your eyes, Lawrence,” he commanded.

Mattie complied, her breath hitching as Richard’s body shifted over her, his hips easing between her thighs, the protrusion of his erection hot against the moist opening of her pussy.

“Can you feel him against you?”

“Yes.” She was surprised at the pressure of tears against her eyes.
He wants me to do this
, Mattie reminded herself as she fought the strange mix of thoughts and feelings bombarding her. That dark little voice in her head taunted that only a slut would allow a man not her husband to touch her intimately. She shivered at the memory of the things her father had shouted when he’d barged into her mother’s apartment. The accusations he’d growled and spat at her mom as she cowered against the headboard in her bedroom. Mattie was forced to watch due to the grip he held her arm in.

At the same time, another louder voice reasoned that the pleasure Bryce derived from watching her with Richard was more arousing than the sensations of her own flesh. As she forced the ugly memories into submission and the other, louder thought grew clearer, her body responded, seeming to pick up on the desire filling Bryce’s voice as he continued guiding her. This was for his pleasure. It was what her master wanted. If it wasn’t as good as when Bryce touched her, made love to her, it was part of her responsibilities as his submissive to place his needs before her own.

“Her breasts are sensitive. Tug on her nipples as you thrust. You’ll love the way her pussy clamps down on you.”

Even in this her body’s response was mediocre in comparison to how it responded to Bryce. The smooth caress of Richard’s hands over her breasts, the press of his fingers on her nipples, and the gentle tug and pull didn’t stimulate her body the way Bryce’s could. In her mind, Mattie tried to convince herself it was Bryce, not Richard, touching her, but her flesh knew differently. It gave only a lukewarm reaction to the same stimulus that usually had her begging permission to orgasm when it was the man she loved.

Richard seemed to sense the distress building within her. Leaning down, his lips smoothed over her cheek and to her ear as his cock stroked in and out of her sheath. “It’s okay, Mattie. It’s okay. Don’t force it if it isn’t there.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered back, her eyes still closed, awaiting Bryce’s next command.

He must have sensed something was wrong as well. As Richard eased upward, the slide of Bryce’s hands over her breasts had heat singing through her system. Those distracting, terrifying voices stilled in her head. Every nerve exploded with sensation. The heat in her belly quadrupled, and the glide of Richard’s length within her sheath was impeded by the flex of her inner walls.

Breath hissed over her face as both men laughed and cursed at the same time.

“Christ, Bryce,” Richard groaned. “I don’t know if I want you to keep hold or let go.”

“Feel good?”

“Fan-fucking-tastic.” He chuckled, his hips thrusting against her, forcing her clutching flesh to relax with every advance and retreat. “Please tell me her ass feels just as sweet.”

The grip of Bryce’s hands stilled on her breasts, telegraphing his tension to her for a heartbeat or two before fading away; then he assured Richard, “Yeah, just as tight and hot.”

The brush of his lips over hers had Mattie reaching over her head, finding and smoothing over the bare heat of his arms, then his shoulders, to his back. The slide of his tongue over hers, the way he coaxed her lips open, Mattie was lost in the sensations of his kiss, the thrust of Richard’s flesh within hers only barely registering on her senses.

Her whispered protest was hushed when Bryce pulled away just enough to order, “Make him come, baby. Then I can have my turn.”