Elemental Pleasure (7 page)

H
e reached up, avoiding her sex as he kept exploring her, his fingers tracing patterns on the lower swell of her breasts as he nibbled and licked her waist. Finally
,
he took her nipples between his fingers, twisting and plucking.

His cock was painfully hard, but he wasn’t finished with
her. He turned her around and
took hold of her nipples again, while he kissed the small of her back, down to her ass. He nipped her, making her jump. The movement pulled her nipples, which he still held tight. He bit her again, giving her nipples a little twist. He waited for any sign that the pain was making her nervo
us or turning her off. A
shiver went through her, and she pressed her knees together.

Standing, Preston tugged her against his chest, brushing aside her hair to kiss her neck while manipulating her breasts.

“Preston, please.”

“On your knees.”

She dropped without question. He stepped to her front and looked down. Her eyes were wide, her lips red and parted.

“Undo my pants.”

She reached for his belt.
He couldn’t decide if it was
an accident
when her pal
ms brushed the swell of his erection
. Undoing his belt and pants
, she looked up, waiting for his
next order.

“Take out my cock.”

Her fingers worked his pants and briefs down his hips, lifting them over the hard length of his dick.

“Take me in your mouth
.”

A smile played around her lips before she opened her mouth and sucked him in. Preston had to close his eyes as pleasure wracked him. Her lips were firm around him, the cave of her mouth warm, and as she pressed her head forward, the tip of his cock rubbed against the back of her throat. Her fingers cupped his balls, and her other hand wrapped
around
the root of his cock, tugging gently. She was good. He wa
s delighted by her skill, but found himself hating
the men who’d taught her to use her mou
th so well. A wave of possessiveness
flowed through him and almost knocked him down. He’d never felt jealousy before this moment.

He lost himself in her touch, grabbing her head as he worked his hips, fucking himself into her mouth. The orgasm built, his balls drawn and tight. He wanted to give in, to come in her mouth and watch as she swallowed, but her words at dinner were ringing in his head, and in his heart
,
he knew he had no right to mark her in this elemental way without involving their third partner.

Pulling out of her mouth, he turned away. Grabbing a towel, he finished himself off, imagining he was coming on her face and breasts.

“Why did you do that?” she asked when he turned around.

“Because you’re right—anything
serious should be between all three of us.”

“Does that mean I should finish myself off too?” She pressed one hand against her belly, fingertips just touching her curls.

“No. Remove your hand.”

“So you get to come
, but I don’t?”

“You’ll get your orgasm, just
not yet.”

“You’re a cruel man, Dr. Kim.”

He held out a hand. Almost warily she placed
her fingers in his palm. “Maybe.” He pulled
her to her feet. “But it’s an enjoyable sort of cruelty.”

Guiding her
to the desk, he took a seat in the chair. Th
en he patted the flat surface
.

“Sit here.”

Hands behind her, she slid onto the glossy wood
of the desk
. Preston reached behind her and moved the phone and lamp, setting them on the little side table and angling the shade so
the light was cast over her
.

“What are you doing?”

“I told you I wanted to get better acquainted.” He pul
led his chair closer
. “Put your left leg here.”

She lifted her foot and braced it on the arm of the chair. Presto
n loosened his ti
e
as she observed his actions. Pulling it free of his collar, he repositioned her foot, wrapped the silk around her ankle, then down under the arm of the chair, tying it off.

“A little bondage?” She tried to make the words light, flippant, but he could hear the tension, her
excitement
. He wanted to push her until she couldn’t hide, couldn’t control herself.

“Just a little. Put your other foot on the desk.”

She tucked her heel against her ass and wrapped her arms around her knee so she was curled up in a ball, except for the leg he’d bound to the chair.

“Not quite lik
e that. Lean back on your hands to
brace yourself.” Preston took her foot and slid it out to the side, exposing her to his gaze, his touch. When he was satisfied, he stroked her ankle.

“Keep your foot there.” He rolled his chair a bit closer, which bent the knee of the leg he’d bound, opening her body even further.

He stroked the insides of her thighs and felt her tremble,
and then
he touched t
he glossy lips of her sex. They
were parted enough that he could see the slick inner folds. He traced the crevices of her sex, coating his fingers in her moisture. Spreading her sex open, he exposed her clit.

“Preston, please.”

Now it was he who obeyed her command. Dipping his head, he licked her clit, tasting her pleasure, her desire. He rubbed the nub with his lips, pressing his chin against her inner folds. When that wasn’t enough for either of them, he dipped his head lower and licked the entrance to her body, fucking her with his tongue. His lips and face were coated with her arousal and his cock was hard again.

Standing, he examined her—legs spread wantonly, head back, lips parted. Grabbing her hair, he forced her to look at him, watched as she struggled to focus through her desire. He kissed her, hard. He wanted her to taste herself on his lips. Mouth fused to hers, his tongue brushed her lips, then ventured into her mouth. He mirrored the action lower, sliding two fingers into the entrance of her body while his thumb made circles around her clit.

He felt her orgasm building as her body tightened around his fingers, the muscles in her legs trembling. She sucked on his lower lip, making little sounds of arousal and pleasure. Foolishly, he’d put his pants back on, and his cock was throbbing against the rough fabric, pounding with the need to sink into her moist heat. Some dark part of him was ready to forgo what he knew was right and take her, make her his, and damn Lance Glassco.

Preston was vaguely aware of the door opening, of footsteps.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Jerking back, Preston looked at Lance, who stood by the door. The other man wore jeans, zipped, but not buttoned. His chest was bare, his arms crossed, and he did not look happy.

~~~~

Chapter
Five

Carly gasped when she saw Lance watching them. How long had he been there? She started to lower her free foot, but Preston caught her leg, forcing her to stay where she was, spread open on the desk.

“What are we doing?” Preston drew his fingers out of her sex, only to slide them back in. Carly shivered, and from the look on Lance’s face, she guessed he was not happy about where Preston’s hand was. “We’re getting to know each other, the
same
way you two did earlier.”

“So that’s how this works? One of us fucks her, then the other does?”

“No, it’s not.” Preston’s tone was calm. He wasn’t intimidated
by Lance;
that much was clear.

“Then get your hands off her.” Lance’s words were hot and angry, fire to Preston’s ice.

“Stop.” Carly wanted to curse her weak voice
. Her body felt alive with desire. Seeing Lance reminded her of the rough way he’d touched her, whi
ch only ratcheted up her need
.
She was a powder keg, ready to blow.

“No. I won’t. Carly is mine until ten p.m.”

“There’s a schedule?” Lance’s words dripped with scorn.

“We’re playing a game.”

“What game?”

“She has to do what I say until ten.”

Lance took a step forward, his arms falling to his sides though his hands fisted. “Did you fuck her?”

“You mean the way you almost did?” Preston continued to leisurely work his fingers in and out of her pussy, effectively ke
eping Carly in an incapacitated
state of arousal.
S
he tried to react, aware she should stop this, but she couldn’t.

“I didn’t fuck her.” Lance’s eyes were glued to Carly’s pussy, to Preston’s hand as he continued to finger her.
His hungry luck made her hotter.

“And neither have I. We’re just getting to know each other.”

Silence fell for a moment before Preston’s thumb passed over her clit and Carly moaned. “P
lease, I can’t stand it anymore.
I need to come.” She felt both of their gazes on her, and
she shuddered
.

“God,
she’s gorgeous.” Lance’
s voice
was almost
a growl. Carly opened her eyes and looked at him. Their gazes met, held, and as had happened with Preston, the connection lasted far longer than was comfortable, than was normal.
Something powerful lingered between the three of them.

“
Yes. She is. That we can agree on
.”

Lance’s gaze narrowed
. “I don’t know why, but I like seeing you touch her.”

“That doesn’t sound strange to me.”
Preston smiled. “I enjoyed watching you touch her
too.”

“You watched?”

Preston nodded.

Lance grimaced. “I’m not a voyeur. I like action.”

“It’s not voyeurism if you participate.”

Prest
on withdrew his fingers
and stepped back.

“Damn it, no,” Carly reached for him, needing his touch, any touch to help her find the release she so desperately longed for. Off balance, she started to fall from the desk, unable to catch herself with her leg still bound.

Preston caught her, and a moment later, there was a
nother set of hands on her, support
ing her. Looking over her shoulder, she stared at Lance’s chin. This close she could see the stubble on his cheeks, smell the whiskey on his breath. Preston untied her foot and helped her stand.

Lance was at her back, his bare chest brushing against her. Preston, still dressed, stood in front of her. They remained there, still as statues, three people bound together for the rest of their lives, and yet they had no idea how to deal with each other. Carly was struck by the bizarreness
of their situation. If she was
n’t so painfully aroused
,
she’d laugh
at the absurdity
.

Lance’s hands were at her waist, but after a moment, they slid along her hips, pulling her ass against his crotch. She wasn’t surprised to feel the hard ridge of his cock.

Preston reached out and cupped her
breasts. “Perhaps it’s time
we stop acting as couples when we’re meant to be three.”

Lance’s hands tightened on her hips. “You think we should have sex, the three of us?”

“We have a choice to make,” Preston said. Carly suspected he used the same quiet, confident tone at all times. Did anything ever ruffle his feathers?

She wished the
y would both stop and step away, so she gather her thoughts
and contribute to this discussion. After all, it certainly concerned her. Yet she wouldn’t ask for that distance
,
because right now all she could think about was their touch and achieving the climax she so desperately craved.

“We don’t have any choices,” Lance growled.

“We do. We can choose to exclude sex from our trinity, to act sexually only when we’re in pairs.”

“Fuck that,” Lance said. “If you’re going to fuck her, I’m going to be there.”

“Really?” Preston raised a brow. “Then what were you doing earlier?”

“I said if you fucked her, I wanted to be there. If you choose not to be there when
I
fuck her…” Carly felt Lance shrug. “I can’t make that decision for you.”

Preston smiled, but it was not friendly. It was almost…dangerous. “If you touch her again without me present
,
we’re going to have a problem.”

Carly could feel them staring at each other, could feel the tension stretched taut. Sandwiched between them, she realized how small she was and exactly what it would mean to have two men in her life.
A vague sense of unease crept in.