NeedMe (7 page)

“Does it?” She didn’t know if she should take notes or
wiggle closer. Would he show her what he meant? Did she even want him to?

“You’ve never tried a little bondage?” Cale’s eyes darkened.
“Some S&M?”

“Silk ties, sure. An occasional slap with rough sex, yeah.
But what are we talking about here?”

“Restraints, ball gags, floggers. Sometimes a belt,
sometimes a whip. Whatever it takes.”

She frowned. As much as she liked to experiment, she usually
ranked other things above pain. It wasn’t a sure route to pleasure for her,
despite what he’d said. She just wasn’t wired that way. Didn’t mean she
couldn’t explore the idea of it and it also didn’t mean she wouldn’t include
some information about BDSM in her book. But it just wasn’t her scene.

God, was Tony into that stuff too? He was Cale’s best
friend. They probably talked about this stuff. Did he fantasize about hard-core
bondage or something more extreme? Judging from their bed play, she didn’t
really think so, but who knew for sure?

She would have to ask him. That seemed like something
important she needed to know before they went any further in their
relationship. If he was hoping one day she’d be ready for one of those
whatsamajig crosses, she’d have to set him straight.

“Who gets restrained and beat up?” she asked. “You or the
girl?”

He shrugged. “With me, usually the woman. I’m dominant but I
like pain too. If she wanted to use a flogger on me now and then, I wouldn’t
say no.” His lips twisted. “By the way, beating up isn’t the right term,
Blondie. Sensual pain isn’t abuse.”

“If you say so.”

She awkwardly strung the candy around his sac then gave a
test pull, using her other hand to hold the necklace tight. Cale released a low
groan.

“Good?” she asked breathlessly. She’d never imagined candy
could be used in such fascinating ways, but
ay caramba
, seeing his taut
flesh bound up by those sweet multi-colored beads made her pussy drip.

“Hell yeah.”

“I want to eat it off you.”

He groaned again and she shimmied lower to take a deep
breath of his spicy, masculine scent. His arousal jutted against her cheek
while her tongue quivered to lick his hot, salty skin.

But shit, she couldn’t. This wasn’t right. A threesome meant
three. All three of them
together
. She hadn’t been thinking earlier when
she’d let Cale suck on her breasts, but sometime between then and now her brain
had finally engaged. She shouldn’t make a meal out of the necklace encircling
that dark, irresistible flesh between Cale’s legs unless Tony was there to
supervise.

And maybe fuck her from behind, depending.

Guiltily, she jerked up her head, only to find Cale opening
his mouth to speak. “I don’t think we should—” she began.

“Maybe let’s wait ’til Tony—”

They grinned at each other. “Great minds, huh?” She eased
away.

“He’s fortunate to have you.” He retrieved his necklace from
her breast and twirled it over his finger before working another candy off the
string.

“Ditto.” She glanced at his groin and tilted her head. “I
think I need a picture of this for possible future bribery.”

Instead of freaking out, he cocked an eyebrow and leaned
back on the bed in his best male model pose. “Want something to remember me
by?”

It was good he understood this was temporary. Would help
keep things from getting messy down the line. “Maybe I do.”

“Go for it.” He sucked the necklace between his lips, making
her squirm. Just a few minutes ago she’d been bound by the string now in his
mouth. “Just remember turnabout’s fair play.”

She hid her smile with her hair as she tucked the sex toys
back in their box. “Maybe we’ll just skip the mutual candy consumption and
erotic photography ’til Tony returns.”

Grinning, he yanked on the candy between his legs. Then he
idly stroked his erect cock, crowned with precum as if it were a dab of whipped
cream.

She stifled a sigh. Damn, did he have a license for that
thing? And his utter shamelessness in using it to taunt her?

“As you wish, Blondie,” he said, eyebrows waggling.

* * * * *

Tony stopped outside the bedroom door and juggled the bags
in his arms. He’d expected them to be asleep but the crack of light beneath the
door proved they weren’t. As did the soft moans and laughter.

Two guesses what that meant.

He inhaled a long breath scented with the aroma of hot hash
browns and cursed his growling stomach. Going out to grab food from the
twenty-four-hour diner during a night at Marcia’s was long-standing tradition.
His body always signaled him even if his brain didn’t. Apparently tonight that
hadn’t been such a good idea.

What was the problem really? He trusted them, whether he was
present or not. It certainly wasn’t off-limits for them to touch each other
when he was out of the room. Feeling left out didn’t make sense.

He reached down to turn the knob when he heard Marcia speak,
then Cale. And if he wasn’t mistaken, by mutual agreement they decided to wait
for him.

A smile broke across his face. He’d have to thank them
profusely—Marcia in particular—for their consideration.

Jostling bags, he managed to get the door open and stopped
dead on the threshold. Cale lounged naked against the pillows, as did his
lover. Her staggering beauty hit him first, as it always did. How had he ever
gotten so lucky?

“Hey, you,” he said softly.

Her smile lit up the room when their eyes met. “Hey back.”

He returned her smile, but soon found his attention diverted
by the unusual item wrapped around his best friend’s balls. Since, of course,
he couldn’t be bothered to close his damn legs. “What the hell?”

Cale crunched candy as if he didn’t have a care in the
world. “Candy necklace.”

“I see that.” He dumped the bags of food on the trunk at the
foot of the bed. “Don’t coax my sweet Marsh into any of your kinky games,
pervert.”

She giggled and crossed the bed to him, moving slowly so
that her luscious breasts swung in a seductive rhythm. “He tried to wrap up my
breast up with candy.” She batted her eyelashes and Tony went to stone in an
instant. “I told him I wasn’t into such dirty things.”

Both Cale and Tony snorted at that one.

“Right, sweetheart. Believe you.” Tony snagged a handful of
her curls. He tugged her up for a kiss while his eyes remained open and locked
on hers. “I appreciate you waiting for me,” he murmured.

She actually flushed. “Oh, well, we both decided to.
Because—”

“Because your woman’s as loyal as she is beautiful,” Cale
interjected, getting on his knees behind Marcia. “Since we’re all present and
accounted for, let’s get fucking so we can get eating. I hate cold hash
browns.”

“Suave, bro,” Tony muttered, though he reached down to undo
the button on his jeans just the same. Fucking sounded damn good to him. He’d
been aching to get inside Marsh again since the club.

Marcia gave him a sultry smile and tracked the path of his
hand with her eyes. “I want to suck your cock again. Then I want you in my
ass.”

All righty then.
The member in question reared
against Tony’s zipper. He couldn’t get the thing down fast enough.

“Sounds good to me,” he said, his voice thin. All needed
oxygen had diverted to other parts of his body.

“I’ll just get her ready for you.” With a grin, Cale dipped
his head and nipped Marcia’s sexy ass. Her surprised squeal led to her
full-body shiver when Cale arrowed his tongue along her crack, sliding down to
lap at her pussy. Even without seeing what exactly he was doing, Tony could
tell from the wet sounds of his sucking Marcia was getting thoroughly explored.

“And I’ll get you ready for
me
.” Eagerly Marcia
withdrew Tony’s cock from his jeans.

He barely had time to take a breath before her mouth
enveloped the swollen head. She sucked him all the way in without giving him
time to prepare. This wasn’t about teasing, it was about making him blow.

Since she could deep throat with the best of them, that
would take, best-case scenario, approximately two minutes.

She bobbed up and down his shaft, saturating his skin with
her saliva. Then she swallowed again, humming appreciatively around his
sensitive flesh. He groaned at the fresh rush of blood into his shaft and tried
to remember what would come after if he didn’t come now.

Feeling Marcia’s throat undulate around him while he spent
himself in her mouth had to rank up there with the greatest things ever. But
her ass? That was even better. So tight, squeezing him perfectly. All that heat
cradling his length, that pink hole stretching to accommodate him. Hearing her
sweet, sweet moans.

Then there was watching her gorgeous tits sway while Cale
buried his face in her pussy and made her gasp around Tony’s cock, like she was
doing right now.

“Shit, shit. Stop.” Tony dragged her off him and threw his
head back to gulp in huge lungfuls of air. “Not fucking Hercules.”

She gave his quivering stomach a smacking kiss. “You’re my
fucking Hercules,” she whispered, laughing when his cock jumped at just those
words.

“Time to switch positions,” he said to Cale, who rolled on
his side and wiped his mouth like the smug bastard he was. His damn chin even
gleamed.

“Sure thing.” Cale licked his fingertip and ran it over the
necklace encircling his sac. The string dangled a bit but Tony was willing to
bet Marcia would correct that soon enough. “She wants to eat my candy, don’t
you, little girl?”

Tony had to laugh as he patted Marcia’s hip. “You heard the
man. Swing around, baby.”

She complied and wiggled her butt at him. “If it’s all the
same to you, I’d prefer fast and hard.”

Cale groaned and fisted his hand in her hair to pull her
down where he wanted her. “Me too, Blondie, me too.”

Tony smirked. “Yeah, real fast, Marsh. His candy’s starting
to melt.”

“You fucking wish, Griggs.”

With a laugh, Tony slipped two fingers into her sodden sex.
The growl that left his throat didn’t surprise him as much as her answering
whimper. Damn, she was on the verge of an orgasm. One they’d neglected to give
her in their haste to get their own needs met.

He’d just have to rectify that.

He stepped to her nightstand and opened the top drawer.
Inside the box he found her favorite toy and lube. He shifted to watch as
Marcia drew the string—and Cale’s flesh—between her teeth, pulling and twisting
in a way that had to hurt. But from the sound of Cale’s grunts, he wasn’t
feeling any pain. He gripped her shoulder and held her firmly in place, each of
the rippling cords of his neck distinct. Cale had always liked a little bite to
his pleasure, and from the looks of things, that hadn’t changed.

An unmistakable crunch sounded and Tony grinned as he saw
the pink, blue and green smeared on Cale’s thighs. He’d been right after all.
Though as far as erections went, Cale would probably have to melt a little for
Marcia to get
that
particular candy stick in her mouth. Then again, his
woman had some skills. He’d bet she could make it work.

In the meantime, he’d make her come.

Tony took his place behind her. He lubed up her G-spot vibe
and, without warning, nudged her dripping cleft with the curved head. Inching
in all that soaked heat. Fuck, his palm almost burned from the contact. He put
it on low, just enough to prod her arousal.

She threw back her hair and turned her head to shoot him a
glittering smile. His heart slammed in his chest at the wickedness in that one
look, at the utter devastation she wreaked upon him with so little effort.

How he’d ever doubted his love for her, he didn’t know. She
had him wrapped so tight that he had no hope of ever untying himself. And he
didn’t want to.

“My bad boy’s come out to play.”

“Always.” He pinched her ass and slid the toy deeper. Deeper
still. He set a hard rhythm, waiting until her moans began to level off.

Ah, she thought she could relax. Not even close.

With a flick of his thumb, he pushed the toy up to its
highest setting and watched her explode. Her body went wild. She cried out,
ripping her head up from Cale’s lap as her sex clutched at the vibe. Damn,
she’d gotten the toy so wet that Tony could barely hold it still. Before she
could recover, Cale slid down the bed and fastened his mouth around one of her
nipples, sucking so hard that both Marcia and Tony groaned.

Tony ate up every one of her reactions, starved for her
excitement like a man for his final meal. Each whimper both gratified him and
drove him mad. Right now, mad was winning, as proven by the steady drip of
precum down his cock.

Fingers shaking, he flipped the vibe to the lowest level and
reached for the lube. “Hold the toy for me,” he muttered. Soon he’d be speaking
in grunts and growls.

She thrust her ass at him. The vise of pressure on Tony’s
balls tightened, pulling another groan from his throat. “Hurry,” she pleaded,
widening her stance. “I don’t want to come again without you.”

“And I need this candy off my balls,” Cale added, earning a
choked laugh from Tony. “If you don’t mind.”

God, he’d never had more fun in bed. He and Marsh generally
laughed a lot between the sheets but this went beyond that. The affection and
love between the three of them translated so well to sex he wasn’t sure if
Marcia would be able to close the door after tonight.

Cale would, he knew. Cale could bounce back from any damn
thing. He would too. He loved his best friend, loved this experience he’d
gotten to share with him, but he really didn’t need to spend the rest of his
life watching him come. Even the boundaries of friendship went only so far.

Marcia, on the other hand, was the wild card. As she always
was. Part of her allure. Part of why he feared losing himself to her. Could a
woman like her really be tamed?