Raw Silk (5 page)

“You didn’t. I’m just…a little excited. The slightest touch and I’m afraid I’ll blow.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

Jake gave her a quick, pained smile. “I’ve been dying to see those lips of yours wrapped around my cock. No way I want to spoil it by a little premature ejaculation.”

“Is that what you think I’m going to do? Blow you?”

“A guy has to hope.”

Camille leaned closer, rubbing her face along his thickening shaft, her lips brushing him in featherlight caresses.

“Now you’re teasing me.” He groaned.

“Yes, I am.” Her gaze met his and he liked the sparkle of humor and excitement he saw there.

Danny cleared his throat. “I haven’t exactly left the room, you know.”

“Poor baby,” she cooed, and rubbed her cheeks on his dick, flicking out her tongue here and there to paint it with her moisture.

Danny’s lips puckered and his breaths staggered.

“Come closer, boys. I don’t like having to lean so far to reach you.”

The men gave each other wary glances but moved in. Now their dicks both pointed at her lips, the swelling crowns nearly touched.

Camille stuck out her tongue and swabbed Danny’s crown with a generous swirl of her tongue.

He reached down and cupped the back of her head, forcing her closer. “Take it in your mouth.”

Her eyebrows rose, but her body shivered and she opened immediately.

Jake held perfectly still, watching Danny fuck her mouth in long, deep strokes, controlling the depth with the fierce grip of his hand at the back of her neck.

And Camille didn’t demur even once. Her eyes closed and her jaw widened, her expression turning dreamy and content while her cheeks heated to a rosy blush.

Her breaths grew ragged and Jake lifted his gaze to Danny, who shot him a quick, pointed glance, as though saying,
Buddy, she’s ours now
.

Danny had found her hot button. The lady liked to be controlled.

Jake eased his hips forward, gripped his shaft and slapped her cheek with his dick.

Camille’s eyes shot open and Danny pulled out of her mouth.

Jake slapped her again then circled his cock over her lips.

Her tongue poked out and tasted him, giving him small, teasing licks, waiting…

And Jake knew exactly what she wanted.

He thrust his hand behind her neck and cupped her chin, forcing her mouth open. “Take it deep, baby.”

A small whine of need seeped around his cock as Camille consumed him. Her lips stretched around him, her tongue stroked his length.

“That’s right. Suck it.”

Her mouth tightened and she tugged hard, the juicy sounds she made nearly as exciting as the humid heat engulfing him.

Jake backed up, pulling his cock swiftly from her mouth.

Her mouth gaped and her features screwed up in disappointment.

Gripping his shaft and pumping, he pointed his chin toward the bed. “Get on the bed and lay sideways, your head hanging over the edge.”

Both men helped her to her feet then dropped their hands to watch her walk to the bed. They shared satisfied smiles at the slight wobble in her step.

“I get her mouth,” Danny whispered.

“Fine,” Jake gritted out, because he was going to get more of her slick, silky pussy.

Camille heard the men’s harsh whispers and shivered. She climbed onto the bed and lay sideways across it, all the while wondering what the hell had just happened. One moment she’d been the one in control, offering teasing glides of her tongue while the muscles of their thighs bunched in an agony of anticipation.

Then Danny had issued his command, twisted his hand in her hair and wrested away that control. Before, the heat generated by the fireman had been pleasurable and slipping steadily up the Fahrenheit scale. When Danny, and then Jake, had commanded her, flames shot through the roof.

Uneasy, but so excited her body trembled, she lay on the bed, draping her head over her edge.

Danny stepped into her vision and she nearly smiled at the view she had of the underside of his rigid cock and the heavy sac beneath. And, dear God, the musky scent of him…

He leaned over her, bracing one hand on the mattress and aimed that cock at her mouth. “Open wide and take it.”

Her mouth opened automatically and she tugged the crown with her lips, suctioning to draw more of it inside. He pumped his hips and plunged deep, scraping past her teeth and tongue, cramming against the back of her throat.

She choked, but he tsked. “Swallow,” he said, “I’m coming deeper.”

She did and the back of her throat clasped and released his cock head, and he skimmed deeper. Breathing through her nose, she accepted his thrusts, found an odd joy in the soft slaps of his velvety sac against the bridge of her nose and breathed in more of his musk.

Then the bed dipped on the far side, and she squeezed her thighs together, knowing by the crisp sound of latex sliding over Jake’s cock that he was ready, poised to slide inside her, and it was going to be too much.

Her belly jumped when his hands closed around her ankles and jerked her legs apart. She groaned around the cock stuffed inside her mouth.

“Easy, baby, watch the teeth,” Danny whispered.

She pulled her lips around the edges of her teeth and opened wider, not even bothering to suppress the desperate groans clawing past her throat.

Thick fingers thrust inside her, twisted and pumped, and her pussy contracted, hugging him there, but he pulled out. Strong, muscled arms shoved beneath her knees, lifting her ass from the mattress. The round, blunt head of his cock nudged her sex once then slammed deep.

She moaned then sucked harder as Jake pulled and pushed on her thighs, fucking her down his cock.

“Christ,” Jake growled. “I love the way her cunt swallows me up.”

If her mouth hadn’t been filled and she could have caught her breath, she’d have snapped that she was right there, but the men talked over, acting as though she were an object, a toy for their pleasure.

And she liked it.

“Her mouth’s better than a pussy.”

“Her pussy’s doin’ just fine. S’goddamn wet.”

“Jesus, baby, suck it harder,” Danny said as he thrust harder and faster.

“I’m so goddamn hard, I’m gonna blow fast,” Jake said, his voice tight. “But when I’m done, Camille, you’re gonna suck me hard again, aren’t you?”

Camille moaned desperately, her body jerking beneath the steady, quickening thrusts that rocked her forward and back.

Feverish, and on the edge of a powerful orgasm, her legs scissored inside Jake’s grasp, and she undulated her hips, not able to hold still, writhing like a wild thing.

“It’s okay, baby, I can tell how bad you want it,” Jake whispered. “Come for us. Come for Danny and Jake. Do it now.”

Camille didn’t understand the leash he seemed to jerk to get her body to obey, but her back arched off the bed and she issued a muffled scream. The coiled tension in her body sprang free, carrying her along on a long, dark wave of pleasure.

Cum shot against the back of her throat, and she swallowed it down to Danny’s whispered encouragement.

But Jake continued to thrust, hammering harder, drawing out her orgasm until it became nearly painful, this need to come again, this aching hope that she would find the devastating pleasure again.

Danny pulled swiftly from her mouth.

Jake jerked her backward, pulling her fully onto the mattress.

Danny cupped her head and lifted it. “Watch him fuck you.”

Camille blinked and focused her eyes, her gaze snagging on Jake’s tight, feral expression. His lips pulled back from his gritted teeth; sweat rolled down the sides of his face and wet the thick hair furring his powerful chest.

She wished she could taste it, lick his nipples, the side of his neck, but his gaze dropped and she followed it to see his cock sink inside her over and over.

Danny bent over her and suckled her breast, licking the tip with his tongue then biting until she gasped. “Give us another, Camille. Come for Jake.” He straightened again.

“Don’t know if I can,” she moaned, surprised by the ragged texture of her voice. Her jaws ached, her mouth felt dry. She stroked it with her tongue then locked gazes with Jake again.

He dropped her knees and came down over her, bracing his weight on his arms. “I’m gonna come hard and fast. Can you take it, Camille?”

“Yes!”

“Do you want it like that?”

“Why ask me?”

“Yeah, you like a man to tell you how it will be, don’t you, sugar?”

Camille moaned. She did. God help her, she did. “Please…”

Jake’s smile was thin, triumphant—and Camille wanted to hate him for it. But her body was humming, her heart pounding, her pussy releasing another wash of warm wet excitement that bathed the cock slamming inside her and leaked downward to soak into the comforter.

“It’s okay to let go, Camille,” Danny whispered in her ear. “It’s okay to let us take you, command you. You’re not less for it. You’re goddamn beautiful. Show Jake how much you love it.”

His hand slipped down her belly and slid into the top of her folds. His calloused finger toggled her clit, tapping it then swirling then tapping it again.

Each tap sent a dart of electricity toward her womb and she cried out, planting her feet in the mattress and lifting her hips to meet Jake’s quickening strokes.

He slammed his hips as fast as a jackhammer, building heat and friction so intense, all she could muster the strength to do was keen like a wild thing.

Jake shouted, his cock swelled and he jerked inside her.

His orgasm triggered her own intense explosion, and Camille’s mouth opened around a scream so loud it shocked her into silence.

Danny’s hands fell away. Jake fell over her, covering her body like a hot, sweaty blanket. He cupped her face and leaned down to give her a surprisingly chaste kiss.

When her breaths evened a bit to short, jagged gusts, she wrapped her arms around him, not ready to let him slip from her body. She tried to absorb his heat and strength, wanted to crawl inside him and rest.

He smoothed his moist cheek against hers, and she angled her face to kiss the side of his mouth. When he turned, she latched on to his bottom lip and sucked it into her mouth, pulling his face closer still then releasing his lip to give him a deeper kiss.

Their mouths circled lazily, their noses bumping, tongues stroking, parrying, sliding to taste and soothe.

When Jake lifted his head, she let hers fall to the mattress and stared into his eyes.

His thumb traced her lower lip. “You wanted this to be a one-night stand. We’re not gonna let that happen.”

Her pussy convulsed at his hard, even tone. But she found herself shaking her head anyway.

Jake sighed. “I wasn’t asking you on a date.”

Her lips parted, but she didn’t know what to say. She ought to be thanking them and showing them to the door, but she was conflicted. Suddenly, fatigue tore at her. “I need to sleep. You need to go.”

“We’ll go. But this isn’t over.” Jake leaned down and kissed her hard then pulled away from her and left the bed.

Camille watched the two of them dress but couldn’t find the strength to move.

Danny bent down and kissed her mouth. “You were amazing,” he whispered. “But what Jake said is true. It’s not over.” He tapped her nose and strode out the room, leaving a brooding Jake who stared at her body as though memorizing every curve and hollow.

He didn’t approach, just lifted his chin. “There’s a soccer game on Saturday. I want you there.”

She shook her head, wishing he’d make this easier.

“Ten o’clock.” Then he strode out the door.

Chapter Five

Camille’s heart leaped happily as Jake lunged sideways to take the ball into his belly, landing hard against the net. He scrambled to his feet and ran to the edge of the goalie’s box and threw the ball to Danny, who bounced it to the ground then passed it with an agile sideways kick to another fireman.

Camille’s gaze returned to Jake who was mopping his face with the arm of his long-sleeved shirt. He caught her looking and lifted his hand to wave.

“Oh. My. God!” Lacey hugged her arm and leaned closer. “Tell me again because I’m not believing this.
Both of them?
” Her eager gaze swept from Jake to Danny and back again before turning her wide-eyed gaze to Camille.

Camille had made it through Monday brushing off Lacey’s questions about how the date with Malcolm had gone. When she’d said, nothing happened
with him
, Lacey had given her narrow-eyed stare, but left shaking her head.

By Wednesday, Lacey knew something had happened when she’d caught Camille staring dreamily out the window one too many times. “Spill, already. This isn’t fair, I always tell you everything.”

They’d headed out for a long lunch, and over salad and breadsticks Camille told her how the two firemen rescued her from Malcolm’s clutches. It should have ended there. But Lacey’s curiosity wouldn’t let the subject drop.

Lacey’s eyes had glittered with excitement. “Tell me again how tall they were?”

“Six feet and six feet three-ish, I guess.”

“Eye color?”

“Jake’s eyes are a vivid cobalt. Danny’s a deep, warm brown.”

“Brick-house or lean?”

Camille sighed. “Oh, definitely brick-house.”

“Tats?”

“Oh no.”

When another question didn’t follow in rapid-fire succession, Camille looked up.

Lacey’s mouth had dropped open and snapped shut. Then she squealed.

“Shhhh!” Camille said, glancing around the crowded dining room.

“You did, didn’t you?”

“Did what?”

“Both!”

Camille had stuffed a forkful of pasta in her mouth and chewed slowly, steeling herself to lie. “Did not,” she muttered. “Just the idea!”

Lacey cocked her head and must have noted the heat rushing up her neck to her face because she squealed again, and then went to her knees beside the table and lifted her arms to bow down. “You are my idol.”

As embarrassing as that had been, Friday had been so uncomfortable with Lacey’s endless questions and her own weakening evasions, that when Lacey asked her when she was going to see the guys again, she hadn’t bothered trying to avoid the answer. “I’m not,” she said, not looking up as she shoved an invoice for leather corsets into her out basket.

“What?”

“It was just a one-night thing. Completely crazy. Never to happen again.”

Lacey looked so crestfallen one would have thought she’d just been told Santa didn’t exist. “But why? Didn’t they ask you out again?”

Camille had glanced away and shrugged.

“They did, didn’t they? What did you tell them?”

“Nothing.” Camille’s shoulders slumped. “I was too busy trying not to cry.”

“Oh baby. So, you didn’t say no, exactly.”

“No, but maybe they were just being nice so I wouldn’t feel like a complete slut. Besides, they’re way too young.”

“Just how young are they?”

She told her and knew instantly that Lacey wasn’t buying her excuse. Lacey’s jaw got that stubborn cant. “What exactly did they say?”

Camille waved her hand, trying to act casual about it when inside a cold, hard knot sat in the center of her belly. “Jake said he wanted me to go to a soccer game. That’s not really a date.”

Her friend’s eyes narrowed, catlike and her lips curved. “They want you to watch them being manly—for you to admire their muscles. And they want to show you off to the other guys.”

Camille’s gaze shot up. “God, do you think they told everyone?”

“Did they seem the type to brag?”

“No, but maybe I’m a terrible judge of character.”

“You hated Malcolm on sight.”

“That didn’t stop me from inviting him for drinks. If he’d been a little less gross, I might have ended up in bed with him…instead of sandwiched between
those two gorgeous guys.
” She dropped her head to her desk and bumped it once.

Lacey eased her butt onto the edge of Camille’s desk. “What time do you have to be at the soccer field?”

“Ten tomorrow. Jake left the time and directions on my notepad before he left.”

“So, he really did want you to come.”

“I guess.”

“So, what are you doing still here? It’s nearly time to close!”

“Lacey, it’s not until tomorrow.”

Lacey threw up her hands. “But you need underwear!”

Okay, so she’d taken the coward’s way out and invited her best friend to come with her to the soccer game. She’d needed Lacey’s support to work up the courage to come. Even up to the last minute she hadn’t been entirely sure she could do this—face them both after their wild night. Jake and Danny knew every one of her dirty little secrets, every single hot button.

But Jake sure looked happy to see her sitting in the bleachers.

“He can’t take his eyes off you,” Lacey drawled.

“I know,” she said dreamily.

Lacey shook her arm. “Him! The handsome one.”

Her gaze shot to Danny who was giving her the look, the one that said she was in deep trouble. Her pussy clenched.

“If I didn’t love you so much, I’d hate your guts,” Lacey said, drawing hard on the straw of her cold soda.

“Why?”

“Two gorgeous men to play with and I have to head home alone.”

“Why? Aren’t you and Brad going out tonight?”

Lacey rolled her eyes. “I told you on Tuesday that we broke up.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, didn’t think you’d heard. You’ve been too busy mooning over your firemen.”

Camille slipped her arm around Lacey. “I didn’t like him anyway. He wasn’t good enough for you.”

“He has nearly half a million in his portfolio,” Lacey said wistfully.

“The fact you know that explains why it wouldn’t work. I bet he bragged about it the first night you went out.”

Lacey’s lips pulled into a grimace. “You’re right. These guys,” she said, waving her cup toward the firemen on the field, “don’t make dime on what Brad pulls in, but you know? I’m still envious.”

Camille waggled her eyebrows. “Because they’re buff?”

“No, because they’re rock solid. Heroes. A woman could feel safe.”

“That’s not what I feel when they’re around. They make me shiver.”

“But you know they’d take care of you, right?”

“They’d do that for anyone. It’s who they are.”

“I think it’s a lot more personal than that, sweetheart, or they wouldn’t both look so happy to see you.”

“Lacey, I’m here, but that doesn’t mean I’m looking at anything long-term. The idea’s ridiculous.”

“Because they don’t make as much money as you do?”

“Of course not, but they are young.”

“You’re not robbing the cradle. And if they’re willing…why not go for it?”

Camille met Lacey’s steady gaze. “You really think so?”

Lacey shrugged. “You never know unless you give it a try. Do you want to be alone, or worse, in a relationship with someone as self-centered as Malcolm?”

Camille shuddered. “I guess you’re right.”

A whistle blew and both women looked up to see the teams lining up and slapping hands as they ran to the sidelines.

Camille watched Jake and Danny jog up to the water bucket and scoop cupfuls of water to douse their heads.

Lacey dug her elbow into her ribs. “God, did you ever see anything so sexy as hot sweaty men?”

Camille laughed softly and gathered up her purse. Lacey and Camille climbed off the bleachers, and the guys grabbed their gym bags and strode toward them.

Jake and Danny eyed Lacey with curiosity.

“Baby, did you think you needed backup?” Danny grinned and held out his hand to Lacey. “I’m Danny.”

Lacey gave him her hand and blushed. “Lacey.”

Camille introduced Jake to Lacey then stood woodenly, her cheeks reddening as the guys’ glances flickered down her. She’d worn a tank and shorts. Nothing overtly sexy or alluring about them, but their glances were eating up the length of tanned leg she showed.

“We have to shower,” Jake said in his deep, rumbling voice. “You ladies want to swing by our house and then we can talk about what you both might like to do after?”

Lacey shook her head. “I have plans.”

“No, you don’t,” Camille blurted.

Lacey rolled her eyes. “Camille…
third wheel
?”

“Fourth, don’t you mean?” Danny said, grinning. Then he aimed a narrowed glance at Camille. “You told. Who’s the gossip now?”

Camille’s cheeks burned. “She’s my best friend and relentless.”

Jake cursed under his breath and grabbed Camille’s hips and pulled her close, his mouth slamming over hers. Camille’s breath stopped and she clung weakly to the front of his shirt. Only when he let her go, did she hear the applause from the rest of his teammates as they passed by, slapping his shoulders in congratulations.

Camille glared. “Thanks.”

“Hey, you were the one staring at my butt the whole game.”

“Was not.”

“Yeah you were,” Lacey said.

Danny laughed. “Come on, Lacey. I’m thinking we’re all going to get along just fine.”