Mine Until Morning (36 page)

“Yes.” Isabel smiled, trailed a finger over his cheek, down his arm, grabbed his hand.

Christ if her touch didn’t make him shiver all over. He followed her as if she were the Pied Piper. Or he was a lamb to the slaughter. Hard to tell with these two.

A fireplace on one end, the bank of windows adjacent, he had the sense the living room furniture had been rearranged for just this show. Coffee table absent, the sofa, love seat, and chairs formed a U facing Dax, the back of the U

being the long couch. Isabel planted a palm on his chest and shoved him down onto the soft, expensive leather.

Hell, he wasn’t all milquetoast. Snagging her with an arm around her waist, he pulled her down, tweaking her nipple between his thumb and finger.

“Two can play,” he said, pinching her hard the way she liked. Her moan strummed his cock. The silk of her stocking caressed his thigh as she arched into him, offering her breast. He licked her, sucked, bit lightly. The musky scent of her desire filled his head. Then she opened her eyes, gazed down at him. “We’re going to suck you so well, you won’t even remember your own name.”

He had no doubt they could do it. He smoothed a hand down to squeeze her ass cheek. “Then I’m going to fuck the hell out of you until you scream.”

She dropped a kiss on his lips. “Oh yeah.” She slid off his lap down to the floor beside him. Capturing his gaze, she slipped the pad of her finger around his cockhead, coating herself with pre-come, then lifted her hand to her mouth and rubbed him all over her lips.

At the tender of age of eighteen, thinking he was a man of the world, he could never have imagined the things she would do to him, the places she’d take him to, the emotions she would make him feel.

“Hold him for me, Noelle.”

As if they’d done this a thousand times, Noelle dropped to the carpet by his other knee. Careful to keep the view clear for her bound man, she closed her 231

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fingers around Royce’s cock and ceremonially offered him to Isabel. God, her mouth. Warm. Wet. Her tongue all over him, sucking his crown, licking his slit. Then she pumped him between her lips. Fingers massaged his shaved balls, then lips caressed him, sucked his sac into yet another warm, wet, willing mouth.

“Oh fuck.” Head falling back to the sofa, his cock surged. He fisted his hand in Isabel’s hair. “That’s so fucking good.”

She murmured something, vibrating against his cock. She was right, so fucking right about how good it could be.

Then they were licking him together, two tongues on his shaft, caressing his crown, touching each other in a brief sexy kiss, and back down again. Fingers, mouths, hands, tongues, all over him. They pinched his nipples in tandem, shooting electricity to the tip of his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered without an ounce of control, just starbursts behind his lids.

Isabel slid back to the tip of his shaft, breathing warm air on his crown.

“Don’t come yet, baby,” she murmured to his cock. His legs began to quiver, his mind screaming. Hold off, hold off. Noelle blew her lips against his balls, the vibrations shooting straight to the slit of his dick. Nothing else seemed to exist but his cock, balls, and their mouths pleasuring him to death.

He opened his eyes, had to or he’d explode. But holy hell, the sight of them, dark versus light, down on their knees, moist lips all over him . . .

“Noelle.” Dax broke the spell. “Fuck him for me. Now.” He might have been bound, but he was the master.

“Oh yeah, baby, fuck her for me.” The final seduction was Isabel’s lips against his, her words filling his mouth. “I need to see what it’s like, how beautiful your cock is entering her. The expression on her face. Because that’s how I must look. Let me share it, baby.”

At that moment, Royce didn’t care who fucked him as long as a warm pussy engulfed his cock. This was where Isabel wanted him, so caught up in the action he was willing to do anything, needed it, past the point of being about something she chose for him. He wanted it for himself. She pushed his shoulder, helping him to lie flat on the wide sofa. Noelle grabbed a condom from a small bowl at the foot of the couch. Together they 232

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knelt by his side, Isabel’s warm fingers on his cock as Noelle rolled on the condom. Another ritual. Then she stood above them, lifted her camisole over her head, black hair floating down to cover a gorgeous pair of breasts, and stepped out of her skirt.

Dax groaned. She was worthy of the guttural sound, a slice of perfection. Isabel, however, was the whole pie. She sucked his cock, lubricating the condom, then held him aloft as Noelle laid one knee by his side along the sofa and straddled him.

Her pussy glistened. She was wet and ready, lowering herself until his head breached her, Isabel’s coral-tipped thumb almost touching her clit as she held his cock. Her grip was tight, Noelle’s pussy hot and slippery on his crown. Isabel breathed deep, then parted her lips, letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

“God, that is so beautiful. Look how much she loves it.”

Isabel’s fingers on him were like a cock ring, keeping his orgasm at bay despite how powerful the sensations were. He didn’t gaze at Noelle. It was Isabel’s face he needed. As she’d sucked his cock, rubbed her face all over him, she’d removed all vestiges of makeup from her cheeks. Yet she shone. The dark smudge of mascara beneath her eyes transformed her into Cleopatra, a queen. He was hers to command.

He raised his hips, penetrating deeper into Noelle’s plump, aroused pussy.

“Oh God, yes.” She closed her eyes, tipped her head back, and began to ride slowly. “Oh Dax, can you see it? Watch him fuck me.”

“It’s goddamn beautiful,” Dax answered, his voice deeper, huskier. Isabel pushed her hand through Royce’s hair, then leaned over to claim his mouth. Noelle had his cock, but Isabel owned him. He drowned in her kiss, in the feel of her mouth on him, her lips, her tongue, even as his cock was enveloped in another woman’s body. Their touch was everywhere, inside and out.

“Lick me, baby,” she whispered against his mouth. God, yes. He was beyond saying the words, his body pulsing, throbbing, driving into Noelle without conscious effort, just a machine for their use. Until Isabel climbed over his face, cupped a hand beneath his head, held him to her, and her flavor burst against his lips. Luscious, fragrant with arousal, he tongued her hot, sweet cunt, licked the hard bud of her clit, buried his face in her. So wet, covering him, soaking him in her juice. She moaned and rode his 233

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mouth as Noelle rode his cock. He cupped her ass, held her to him, licking, sucking, penetrating, driving her as high and out of control as she did him. Crying out, Isabel pinched her own nipples, head falling back, hair brushing her shoulders. Noelle gripped her waist from behind, and together they gave Royce the best of both worlds.

ISABEL’S HEART GALLOPED IN HER CHEST. SO MANY TIMES, SO MANY men, all the things she’d done, but nothing had ever been like this. Because no man had ever been Royce. She’d tried to fantasize, imagine him when she’d closed her eyes. His hair was soft yet coarse against her thighs, the dark locks versus the gray strands. His lips were mobile, warm, his tongue diving deep inside her. She was on sensory overload, Noelle’s breath on her shoulders, her back, sensual, their bodies brushing, rubbing, stroking. And Royce’s mouth pushing her closer to mindlessness. There was only sensation without thought, heat building, then punching down to her clit, shooting out, and she doubled over him, squeezed her lids shut, her body wracked with contractions. She opened her eyes. “Oh God,” slipped out on a mere breath. His face buried between her legs, so beautiful, eyes shining with a silver light that pierced her.

Even as his cock lay buried in Noelle’s pussy, she was the only woman in the world for him. Somehow he still made it all about her.

“He so loves this,” Noelle whispered from afar as Isabel drifted down from the heavens, Royce’s lips still playing her, his gaze still holding her. There was only one he who elicited that breathy quality in Noelle’s voice. Her body rolling lightly to the rhythm of Royce’s tongue, Isabel tilted her head. Dax’s handsome face was carved in stark lines, his nostrils flared, his eyes the dark of the stormy ocean outside.

Who Noelle had sex with didn’t matter; there was a bond that stretched between them, connected them, made them a part of each other. God, it was so what she needed with Royce, what she’d needed to give him with this night.

Noelle kissed her nape, her voice dipping low. “I need my baby.”

“Take him,” Isabel murmured in kind.

Rising, Noelle slipped off, padding across the carpet. Isabel slid down Royce’s body until her breasts grazed his nipples. He sucked in a breath. 234

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“My turn,” she whispered, stroking his jaw with her finger. She licked his lips, tasting herself.

“Fuck me.” He pushed the hair back from her face. “I need you.” The words, his voice, the husky note, God, how he touched her deep inside.

“I need you, too.” Reaching between his legs, she rolled off the used condom. For the briefest moment, she thought of taking him bareback. How sweet, how perfect, flesh to flesh. It had been so long she had no idea what it felt like. But she’d been with too many; condoms, yes, she couldn’t risk him. She left him long enough to set aside the old—Noelle had thought of everything—and grab another from the bowl.

On the stairs, Noelle knelt in supplication before Dax, unzipping him, worshipping his cock. His heavy groan filled the room. Isabel laid the condom on the tip of Royce’s cock. “Thank you.”

“For what?” He stroked a hand through her hair.

“This.” For feeding her needs. She bent her head to him, using her lips down his shaft to roll on the condom. His skin bore the scent of Noelle’s lotion and the musk of her juice, and despite the condom, a slight feminine flavor much like her own lingered on him.

She raised her head. “For entering my world.” Crawling up his body, she pressed her mound to his cock, rubbed her breasts against the hair-roughened skin of his chest, caressed his lip with her thumb. “For coming back.”

For a moment, she thought his breath had stopped. Then he exhaled, bathing her lips in warmth, and, in one smooth motion, rolled her beneath him.

“Don’t thank me.” Elbows braced beside her, he cupped her cheek, kissed her gently even as he opened her legs with a knee between them and unerringly slid home, quick, hard, deep.

She cried out. There was always that moment of pleasure and pain, when her body stretched, accommodated, accepted, filled. With Royce it was the moment she felt complete, a metaphor for the things he’d done for her, accepting the woman she’d become.

“Okay?” he whispered, holding still except for the beat of his cock inside her as if it were her own pulse.

“Okay.” Oh God. So much more than okay. She raised her legs to his waist, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, tugged his face to her neck. “Fuck me. Please.”

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He moved inside her, and it was elemental. A communion beyond anything they’d shared before.

As the sounds of Noelle taking Dax to heaven echoed in the room, Isabel held in her ecstasy. No moans, no cries.

Instead she put her lips to Royce’s and whispered, “I love you.”

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I LOVE YOU.

He wasn’t sure Isabel knew she’d never said those words to him before. At least not in thirty years.

Even after almost twenty-four hours, he could still hear her voice. It held the power to steal his breath at the oddest moments, on a conference call with a Portland customer, in an afternoon meeting before he packed up his laptop for the Friday night flight out.

Royce lifted her fingers to his lips. “You didn’t have to walk me in.”

“I wanted to.”

Yet she had never done so before, and now she had the driver out there circling the airport like a buzzard, waiting as she said her good-byes at the security line.

The terminal was Friday evening madness, business travelers trying to make it home in time for the weekend with the family. Noise, people bumping into them; someone had run over his foot with a suitcase. Since the girls were away at college, he’d often stayed the weekend with Isabel, but Julie, his eldest, had a recital Saturday night. Though he and Isabel had things to discuss after last night with Noelle and Dax, he hadn’t considered missing his daughter’s concert.

“I’ve got to fly to Cincinnati on Monday, so I won’t make it back until next weekend.” Which freaking pissed him off because he didn’t want to rehash last night over the phone. It required a sit-down.

“I’ll miss you.” She clung to his arm. Wearing a blue power suit, her eyes were dark as sapphires.

“I’m gonna miss you, too.” He couldn’t resist tunneling his hand beneath her hair. She’d worn it down. For him, he thought, though she hadn’t said that. He pulled her up to meet his lips, the kiss sweet, gentle, yet powerful enough to make his heart skip several beats. Christ, she did things to him even with a simple kiss.

Things were different after last night. She was different. Softer somehow. Her gaze touched him with a wealth of meaning, as if what they’d done had taken their relationship to a new level. A higher level for her. Royce wished he could believe the same thing.