Essential Master (Doms of Napa Valley) (10 page)

“Probably because they’re all hoping they
can play Sonja to his Thane.” Steph replied naming off the main characters of
His Reluctant Desire.

“They can keep dreaming, because last time
I checked - he was taken.”

A sound of longing escaped the other woman.
“Ah but it still doesn’t keep them from hoping.” Elizebetta laid a hand on
Steph’s sleeve. “I honestly don’t know how he does it. Each book seems to get
better than the last. I read Thane and Sonja’s story in one sitting. I couldn’t
put it down.”

Steph chuckled. It wasn’t the first time
she’d heard such gushing over Nicky’s work. Not that she normally read his
stuff - other than the kinky, hot sex scenes. Those she used for inspiration.
But the rest of the book? Uh-un-no way was she touching any other part of his
writing. She loved him to death, but she left well enough alone. She wasn’t
going to interfere with Nicky’s creative process. The one and only time he’d
bounced ideas off her, it’d ended up with her having a warm bottom and Nicky a
serious case of writer’s block. Nope, it was just better that she be his silent
muse.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. He does have a
way with words.”
Especially those he
growls into my ear as he fucks me.
Her nipples tightened and her womb
quivered. She glanced at the watch on her wrist. Dammit, tonight couldn’t come soon
enough.

Chapter
Nine

Stretched
out on his bed, Zebadiah laid looking up at the ceiling, his cock half hard
against his thigh as he waited for his cell phone to ring. His bad mood from
earlier had been whisked away when he
’d
received a text from Steph, saying they’d be calling earlier than they’d
originally agree upon. Something about a change in their schedule, but just
like Pavlov’s dog, his body readied itself for their talk. It was as if hearing
Nicky’s voice was enough to get his engines running. And heaven help if Steph
got bossy on the phone. He’d nearly creamed his pants during their last call,
when she’d scolded him for not texting her back earlier in the day. She’d
understood, of course, texting while driving was dangerous, but the firm tone
she’d used had gone straight to his dick.
Had
me so hot, I jerked off as soon as they hung up.
He pressed his hand
against his bare cock as his phone chirped. He hadn’t bothered with clothing
after his shower.

Pressing the talk button, he answered it. “Hello?”

“How’s my Sexy today?” Steph’s voice
radiated happiness and Zeb found himself smiling, despite the fact his cock
hardened further at the sound.

“I’m here.” He removed his hand before he
was tempted to do more than press. “So how’s the conference going? Nicky get
mobbed yet?”

“Not if them ‘hos know what’s good for
them.” Her vehemence had Zeb chuckling. “He’ll be out in a minute, he’s
showering for tonight’s awards dinner. He’s up for a couple of awards. Hottest
Male and Best BDSM scene or some things like that.”

Biting down hard on his lip was the only
way Zeb was able to contain his groan as Steph continued on.

“Wonder if they realize the reason his
stuff is so hot is because he pulls on personal experience.”

Shit, she’s killing me here.
“Who
knows? I know he writes some serious hot shit.” He wasn’t about to admit he’d
gone out and bought every book he could find in the week they’d been gone. Sure
his cards had felt the burn of it, but he’d wanted to know more about the
intriguing man who’d captured his attention.

“Ah, has someone been doing some
extra-curricular reading?” Steph teased. “I’m gonna tell Nicky he’s got another
closet junkie…”

His face flushed. The last thing he wanted
Nicky thinking was he was some kind of stalker, or was with him because of what
the man wrote. “Ah…that’s not necessary…”

“What’s not necessary?” Nicky’s voice
filled his ear. The man was obviously out of the shower.

“Someone else might just be hooked on your
work….…Nicky!” Her glee turned into a squeal. “No…don’t. I’m not your personal
towel…”

Tipping his head back, Zeb smothered his
groan as the sudden image of a very naked Nicky rubbing his body all over
Steph’s filled his mind. The resulting chuckles and squeals filtering through
the phone weren’t helping. His dick throbbed and his nuts pulled up. Reaching
down, he gave them a gentle tug. He wasn’t going to do this. Perhaps he should
get up and put some shorts on. He was just getting ready to move off the bed
when Steph came back on panting.

 
“That will teach that big lug to try dry
himself off on me.”

“Ah, but who ended up wet - and is now
gonna have to change before the dinner?” Nicky’s voice held a note of smugness
in it, which sent a chill racing down his spine.

“Bastard.” Stephanie’s retort came from further
away, as if she’d moved away from the phone.

“You still there,
il mio colibrì?”

“Yeah, I’m here…” Hard and aching, but he
wasn’t about to tell Nicky that.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. She was lying
across the bed in this slinky little black number she knows drives me crazy….as
well as half the population of Vegas…and I just couldn’t let her go out in it.”
He chuckled. “She knows that dress is for me alone. I don’t know why she packs
it. Every time I manage to find a way to keep her from wearing it.”

Licking his lips, Zeb tried to imagine what
was so special about the dress that Nicky went to such lengths. “Must be some
helluva dress.”

“Fuck, you have no idea. It’s strapless and
shows off her tits, while the top of it cinches tight around her waist before
falling over those hips clear down to the floor. It’s made out of some sparkly
material I can’t help but touch.”

“Sounds like a classic black dress.”

Nicky groaned. “Nothing classic about it,
Zeb. Not only is it backless, it also has a split up the side that’s so high,
if she breaths wrong it shows off her sexy garters and thigh highs. I swear she
loves teasing me. Just like she is right now. Evil little wench knows we can’t
do anything, and is strutting around in just her underwear.”

“Oh quit bitchin’, Nicky, you were the one
who got me all wet. Besides making you all hot and bothered is part of being
your sub. Why else do you think I lug that dress to each conference. I’m hoping
for a repeat of the last time I managed to keep it on for more than five
minutes.”

Zeb struggled to contain his groan. They
were killing him.
Fuck!
His hand
dropped to his dick and he gave it a hard squeeze, as Nicky chuckled evilly and
promised something better than a repeat if she brought it again. When he
threatened to warm her ass if she didn’t put some clothing on, Zeb whimpered.
“Please…”

“Hey, we’re not fighting, Zebadiah…what’s
wrong?”

“Noth…nothing.” Nicky’s concern wasn’t lost
on him, but Steph’s sexy giggle had pushed him over the edge. Tugging his lip
between his teeth, he slid his hand up and down his length. If he was quiet,
they wouldn’t know. They’d never guess he was stroking his cock and getting off
on their voices.

“Are you sure? You don’t sound like
yourself. We’re just screwing around. You know how Steph is.” The gruff tone
Nicky used didn’t surprise Zeb. He knew his friend wouldn’t hurt Steph. In a
way, Nicky reminded him of a big teddy bear. Gentle despite his size.

“Yeah, I’m fine…” He kept his voice steady
as his fist slowly picked up speed. Damned if it didn’t feel good. All he
needed now was to hear Nicky or Steph. “…so Steph was saying…you had a good
turnout…” He clenched his jaw, as the words came out a bit more raspy than he’d
intended.

“Yeah. The line stayed full the entire time
of the signing. My hand aches like a bitch from signing all those books, but
I’ll have Steph massage it later tonight. She always knows how to work the
kinks out…”

Zeb’s breath caught in his throat as his
hand moved faster.

* * * *

Nicky
covered the mouthpiece of the phone as Steph dropped to her knees next to him.
When she reached for his zipper, he hissed at her.
“What are you doing?”

She flashed a smile at him. “Getting you
ready for dinner, Master.” Then she tugged his cock out of the silk slacks he’d
donned. He immediately went from half hard to fully erect under her gentle
touch. His breath hissed as she lapped at the head. Her pretty blue eyes were
mischievous. “Just make sure you keep talking to him. He’ll never know. Besides
think how hard you’ll come - knowing he’s totally unaware?”

“Fuck.” He grabbed her head, as she slid
her mouth down his length. The little minx was using his own fantasy against
him. He never should have mentioned he’d been tempted, more than once, to jerk
off while talking to Zeb. How hot he thought it would be to come while the man
talked about something innocent like his bakery. He should’ve realized his
submissive would do everything she could to make sure his fantasy came true.
But instead of calling a halt to her play, he was helpless as his blood had
rushed south. And damned if he could summon the willpower to pull away from her
talented mouth.

Uncovering the mouthpiece, he tried to
remember what he and Zeb had been talking about. Oh yeah, the signing and Steph
rubbing his aching hands. “I was really surprised the first time she…ah, did
it.” He gasped when Steph pulled up, tightening her lips as she slid back up
until they formed a tight ring around the tip of him, and her tongue washed
over his glans.

“You…you were?” A guttural sound teased his
ear. “I bet she has good hands…”

“Yeah, the best.” He shifted against the
bed, lifting slightly into her mouth. Damned if she wasn’t uniquely talented
with her tongue…

“I thought so…she seemed to have…a deft
touch…when she rubbed my….ah….knee…”

Something about the way he spoke drew
Nicky’s attention away from Steph’s mouth. Placing his hand on her head, he
motioned for her to stop. She paused, her eyes narrowing. Covering the phone,
he whispered “Zeb sounds a bit shaky, raspy, aroused even. You think he might
be jacking off?”

Her eyes widened, then she hummed against
him, and he groaned deep in his throat as the vibration skated up his spine.

“Take it easy on me…” He squeezed his eyes
shut and gritted his teeth, as she did the opposite, her tongue flicking over
his slit. “..ah…and I’ll find out.” Uncovering the mouthpiece, he gave a long
“Mmmm-hmmm. She has wonderful hands. She always knows exactly where to rub and
how….hard.”

Listening intently as Zeb’s breathing sped
up, Nicky inhaled sharply as Steph teased his balls with her nails.

“I can see her doing it. She likes to take
care of you…” Zeb gasped. “Just like Sonja did for Thane - after he took on the
Saravajo family for her.”

Breathing through his nose as Steph sped up
her motions, Nicky tried to focus on the conversation, and not how Zeb was
panting or what he might be doing. So when Zeb mentioned the characters from
his book, he was taken back. Especially when the other man was referring to a
scene which had a massage turning into a steamy romp between the main
characters. “Exactly like that. I hadn’t realized you’d read it. It just came
out…”

“I…I down…loaded…it to my Kindle last
week…parts of it were really hot…” Zeb seemed to be panting and the inner Dom
inside of Nicky emerged - demanding he take control, especially when Steph
teased the entrance of his ass with a fingernail. He could no sooner stop the
words flowing out of his mouth than he could stop the waves from hitting the
shore.

“Slow down, Steph.…I don’t want to come too
fast.” The command was more a growl than anything, as Steph ignored him and
pressed inside of him, her finger coated with something slick, more than likely
her own cream, if the wiggling of her hips against her free hand were any
indication. His nerve endings tingled and the little minx made a clearly
audible moan, her head bobbing up and down fast on him. Fighting his own
release, he buried a hand in Steph’s hair. “I said slow down, or I’m taking it
away.” His chest heaved and he nearly spilled, when Zeb’s tentative voice
filled his ear.

“Ah….should I let…you two go?”

He let out a sigh of relief, as Steph
paused long enough to ask him to place the phone on speaker, so she could hear.
Flicking the button on the phone, he set it down on the bed between them before
answering Zeb’s question as Steph trailed her mouth over the sensitive skin on
the inside of his thighs. “No, I can multi-task, unless you’re uncomfortable
with the idea of Steph blowing me while…we talk?”

“No…” A squeak filled the air. “I mean…if Steph…doesn’t
mind…”

Looking down his body, he chuckled when she
rolled her eyes. “Somehow I don’t think she’s going to object.” He hissed as
she sucked on him ‘til her cheeks hollowed.

“Ah….maybe this isn’t a good…idea…” Zeb
panted. “I…”

Narrowing his eyes, Nicholaus stared down
at the phone. “Something tells me I’m not the only one who’s multi-tasking…are
you playing with your cock, Zeb?”

“I…no, I wouldn’t…do that with you…on the
phone...” There was a rustling sound, as if the man was jerking on some clothing
or something.

“Shhh….” He closed his eyes and strove for
control. “I wouldn’t blame you if you were. More than once I’ve stroked myself
while we’ve talked. We’re human, even if we’ve made the choice to wait before
taking our friendship further. I’m not about to lie to you. I find…” He gritted
his teeth as Steph nipped the inside of his thigh to remind him of her
presence. “…we find you attractive. We know you’re not ready to give over to
us…yet.” He muffled the sound building in his chest, as Steph sucked one of his
balls into her mouth “But it doesn’t mean we can’t….talk about our desires…or
pleasures.”

There was a pause before Zeb finally spoke.
“So does that mean if I asked you to describe what Steph’s doing, you wouldn’t
get mad, or think I’m promising more? I get horny when we talk on the phone,
but not enough to risk what we’ve started to build. I’ll wait if I have to.…”

“Fuck…” Nicholaus gasped at Zeb’s first
admission of lust for them. Steph wasn’t helping either. She moaned around his
sensitive ball sack before releasing him to speak.

“Why don’t you give Sexy some relief,
Master? I’d love to hear it, knowing Zeb’s using your words to get off. Besides
it’s been a while since we’ve done phone sex…”

Digging his hands into the bedding, he fought
the urge to toss his smirking submissive onto the bed, and ride her hard until
he released the load boiling in his balls. The only thing stopping him was the
man on the phone. Even as much as he wanted to come, to make Steph scream her
head off, he wanted Zeb to be with them. But the idea of
il mio colibrì
just listening and doing nothing didn’t sit well.
His own personal code as a Dom stated that his submissives, even those who
weren’t officially his yet, receive pleasure before he could take his own.