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He listened to Dmitri give him the details and paid little attention when Natalie padded naked across the carpet and offered him his abandoned snifter of brandy. He waved it away without ever looking at her. Later, he realized that had been his big mistake. He stiffened, in more ways than one, when the blonde sank to her knees in front of him and took his cock between her crimson lips.

Her mouth, soft, warm and wet, closed around him. Even boredom couldn’t keep him from hardening at the sensation of the steadily increasing suction, but he showed no other reaction. His breathing remained deep and steady, and his voice didn’t change as he discussed logistics with his friend over the cell phone. He saw out of the corner of his eye when the blonde crooked a finger at Simone, and he frowned down at the second woman as she slid between his body and Natalie’s.

There wasn’t a lot of room there, but Simone used it to her best advantage. She lay down beneath his spread legs and wrapped her legs around Natalie’s waist. Then she scooted forward and raised herself into a reclined sitting position and slid her moist, skillful tongue over the surface of his testicles.

He tensed briefly and frowned down at Natalie, since he couldn’t see Simone’s face. Natalie had a wicked gleam in her eyes and her mouth stuffed full of his hardening cock. When Simone opened wide and gently sucked one round sac into her mouth, he hardened completely. Natalie hummed her approval, and her head bobbed faster up and down his length.

“That’s no problem,” he assured Dmitri, grasping a handful of Natalie’s hair and holding her still with his cock half in and half out of her talented mouth. He couldn’t reach Simone. She continued to suck his testicles, alternating between them until both his balls felt cool and slick with her saliva. “How close an eye should we keep? Are we talking a twenty-four-seven thing?”

Graham listened while Dmitri explained, and Natalie drew back from him, pouting. He ignored her and spread his legs wider when Simone drew a slick trail behind his balls and teased her tongue against his perineum. Eyes narrowing in jealousy, Natalie reached for his discarded brandy glass and warmed the fragrant liquor between her palms. Then she painted the amber liquid over his testicles and leaned forward to taste him.

Natalie’s quick, pink tongue lapped the brandy from around the base of his cock while Simone caught the drips from his scrotum. Their mouths brushed and the women engaged in a deep, heated kiss before turning their attention back to the man between them. Their arms crossed at his hips, Natalie reaching back to massage his firm buttocks while Simone slid her hands forward to grasp and milk his hard cock.

“Don’t worry,” he assured Dmitri, sliding his hands back into Natalie’s hair, but this time cradling her closer to him. “I’ll see to it myself, and I’ll have someone on her by dawn.”

A few short words later, he flipped his cell closed and set it on the mantelpiece, then reached down to grip a fistful of each woman’s hair, tugging them to stand in front of him.

“You know, it’s very rude to distract a man when he’s on the phone,” he said, running his gaze over them, taking in their tight, swollen nipples and moist, bruised lips.

Simone wrapped her arms around one of his biceps and pressed the length of her naked body against his. “And are you going to punish us for it,
cher
?”

Graham shook his head. “You’d enjoy that too much.”

Natalie laughed, a low, husky, sexual sound, and pressed herself against his other side. “But so would you,
mon amour
. So how can we lose?”

Graham shook his head and reached down, sliding a hand between each woman’s legs and slipping his fingers deep into two lush, dripping cunts. “But I’m not in the mood, Nat, so unless you two want to get yourselves off again, you’ll just have to live with what I want.”

Natalie hummed and circled his cock in one hand, her fingers barely closing around his girth, while Simone cupped his balls in her palm and massaged gently. The darker woman leaned forward and flicked her tongue against his flat nipple.

He thought about it for a moment, but despite his body’s reflexive arousal to their deliberate stimulation, he didn’t feel particularly inspired. He could almost sense his familiar boredom lurking in the background, waiting to spring.

“I want you to go fetch that dildo,” he said, pointing at the abandoned toy on the other side of the room. “And you,” he continued, turning to Simone, “I want on your hands and knees right here.”

Both women hurried to obey, their eyes—one set a pale, ice blue, the other a rich, warm cocoa—flashing with lust.

When Natalie returned with the dildo, he took it from her and thrust it immediately between her legs. The glass had cooled after the women had finished with it, and Natalie reacted immediately to the cold, her cunt clenching hard around the invading glass as she cursed Graham.

He cut her off by the simple and expedient method of covering her mouth with his, and since her tongue met his eagerly, nearly sucking off his taste buds, he knew she was far from upset by his actions. He ate at her mouth, nipping her lips and tongue while she gasped and opened wider for him. He thrust the dildo higher and harder into her, and she moaned into his mouth.

He heard an echoing moan from near his feet and looked down. Simone knelt on all fours beside him, licking her lips, her eyes fastened on Natalie’s weeping cunt. Graham wiped a rivulet of juice from the blonde’s inner thigh and extended his hand to Simone. She sucked his fingers clean and purred her pleasure.

Abruptly, Graham pulled back from Natalie and gestured to the floor beside Simone. “Lie down,” he ordered.

She obeyed instantly, squeezing her thighs together and dropping to her knees to make sure she didn’t lose the dildo on the way down. She rolled to her ass and laid down, her eyes glued to Graham’s rampant cock.

Simone reached out to pet the other woman’s wet bush, and Graham nudged her foot to get her attention. “Straddle her left leg and press your knee against the dildo,” he instructed. “It’s your job to make sure it doesn’t come out.”

Natalie shuddered, her eyes drifting half-closed as Simone positioned herself. Graham took a moment to admire the sight of the dark, round limb pressed hard against slim, white thighs and dripping, blonde cunt before he grasped Simone’s hips in his hands and positioned himself to kneel behind her.

“Now be polite and make sure you don’t come before your playmate does,” he growled just before he plunged his entire length deep into Simone’s eager pussy.

The impact staggered her and forced her knee hard against Natalie, and both women screamed in savage pleasure. Graham grunted and leaned forward, pressing his weight against Simone’s back and releasing her hips so he could grasp one of her dangling breasts in his right hand, his left extending forward to close around Natalie’s turgid nipple. He massaged roughly but carefully as he thrust with blatant force into Simone’s weeping core.

Her pussy clamped around him, hot and wet and eager as she slammed her hips back against his and braced her hands in the curve of Natalie’s waist to hold the woman still. He could hear the sucking sound of Simone’s cunt as he pounded into her and the moist echo of the dildo rocking back and forth in Natalie’s willing body. Both women moaned and dripped their pleasure, their juices combining with the sweat of three frantic bodies to turn them into a slick, glistening pile of flesh.

Graham’s hands closed hard, pinching each woman’s nipple in a fierce grip as he reared back and braced himself to hammer harder, his pelvis slapping roughly against Simone’s ass with every thrust. She squealed and bowed down, folding her body until her hips pushed high against Graham and her forehead rested between Natalie’s breasts. The blonde’s tits jiggled with every thrust as Graham’s energy funneled through Simone to rock the woman beneath them.

Suddenly Simone’s knees gave out, and she collapsed on top of Natalie, their bodies glued together with heat and sweat and cum. Graham barely missed a beat. He reached forward and lifted Simone’s right leg until she straddled Natalie’s thighs. Then he pressed his own knee hard against the blonde’s cunt, braced his palms on the carpet and renewed his vigorous thrusts.

Natalie and Simone moaned in unison, their mouths fusing in a desperate kiss. Their tongues mated, lips sucked, hands grasped until they became like one body beneath Graham, and he draped himself over Simone’s back, still careful to keep his weight from her, licking the sweat off the nape of her neck before burying his face in the curve of her shoulder.

The women broke apart, and Natalie turned her face to Graham’s, begging for a kiss. He complied, but she pulled away quickly and nibbled along his jaw, ducking her head toward his throat. Graham saw the flash of fangs and reared back, forcing his hips forward until his cock butted hard against Simone’s cervix. The woman whimpered.

“No way,” he growled, scowling. “You know the rules, Nat. No biting when we fuck. If you two are hungry, you can wait until we’re done.” He pulled back until just the tip of his cock remained inside of Simone. “Unless you’d rather eat than screw.”

“No!” Simone wailed, squirming in an attempt to take him deeper inside her. “She’ll behave. We’ll both behave, just don’t stop,
cher
!”

Graham watched Natalie and butted his knee forward, sending the glass dildo deep against her womb. She came on a scream, bucking so hard she threatened to dislodge Simone. Graham grasped the other woman’s hips and held her steady, pumping hard into her until she too came apart. He grunted in satisfaction and hurried toward his own orgasm. A few short thrusts later, he came, emptying himself in Simone’s still quivering pussy and somehow still feeling unsatisfied.

As he pulled away and rolled to an unoccupied spot on the carpet, he decided he would take care of this stakeout himself. If he could screw himself silly in a threesome with two, beautiful, female vampires and still feel the persistent twinges of boredom, he definitely needed a change of pace.

That or a psychiatrist.

Chapter Twelve

Halfway though the appetizers, Reggie forced herself to admit that Marc Abrahms was a really nice guy. By the time their waiter at the swanky little French restaurant delivered their entrees, she’d even worked up a sense of regret that she couldn’t make herself excited about the prospect of sleeping with him.

Smiling at him across their table, she half-listened to his story about his car breaking down in rural Alabama (which was genuinely amusing), and tried to figure out why she couldn’t muster up even a flicker of attraction for Ava’s friend. She knew Ava would want a full report, even though Reggie hadn’t heard from the other woman since Sunday. Her calls had gone unanswered, and she had figured Ava just didn’t want to hear any complaints.

Not that Reggie had any right to complain about having Marc as her Fantasy Fix. He was definitely good-looking. In fact, he was more her type than…than some other people she’d met recently. Blond streaks highlighted his light brown hair, but they looked like the kind that came from hours in the sun rather than hours in a stylist’s chair. His skin was lightly tanned, confirming the impression that he didn’t spend his life locked up at the office. His blue eyes sparkled with animation, and his face looked just lived-in enough to save him from being pretty. He was built like perfection, strong and fit without being muscle-bound. All in all, the man ranked up there at “yummy,” but Reggie had to work to push away the thought that his eyes would be sexier if they were dark enough to look black in the dim restaurant lighting.

Stifling a sigh, she looked down at her plate and wondered if she could at least work up some enthusiasm for the braised pheasant with haricots and baby potatoes. So far, she hadn’t had any luck.

“You’re quiet. I guess my adventures with Dewayne and Bubba have lost their sparkling allure.”

Startled, Reggie raised her head to find him watching her with a raised eyebrow and an expression of faint amusement. “I’m sorry. I’ve been really rude,” she apologized. “You’ve been a lot of fun, but I guess my mind was someplace else.”

And it really was unforgivable of her, especially since she hadn’t heard from the source of her torment since Saturday. He didn’t deserve her attention, and Marc didn’t deserve her rudeness. Even if her enthusiasm for this date didn’t threaten to boil over, Marc was a nice enough guy that she ought to be polite. Forcing her distracting thoughts from her mind, she traded her fork for her wine glass and smiled at him. “I’m back, I promise. No more mental vacations.”

Marc returned her smile and gracefully changed the subject. “So why don’t you fill in some of the blanks Ava left me with. Where are you from originally?”

Oh good, small talk. Reggie thought she could handle small talk.

“Why? Is my accent not New Yawk enough?” she teased. “I grew up in Connecticut.”

“Ah, that explains it.”

When he didn’t elaborate, Reggie’s curiosity overcame her. “Explains what?”

“You. You’ve got a little bit of princess in you. Must be that country club air you were born in.”

Reggie couldn’t get offended when his expression so clearly told her he was teasing. Still, she mocked outrage. “Country club! I’ll have you know, not all of Connecticut is Greenwich or Cos Cob, thank you very much. Some of us Nutmeggers come from families that worked for a living. I certainly don’t expect to be treated like a princess.” She gave him a righteous look while she set down her wine glass and schooled her face into an exaggerated picture of haughty arrogance. “I think Queen of the Universe is more fitting, don’t you?”

Marc chuckled. “Sorry, your majesty.” He drained his one glass of wine, but waved the waiter away when he would have refilled it. When he focused back on Reggie, his expression looked more serious. “You know, when Ava told me about you, she said you were just out of a bad relationship, and she worried you didn’t get out enough. But now that I’ve met you, and seen you in person, I have a hard time believing you’re lacking for invitations. So it’s got to be a lack of interest on your part.”