Reckless Abandon (6 page)

She smiled at Marcus then looked at Jordan.

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“You have to earn the privilege of wearing my collar, Chastity.” Remarkable that he knew her mind so quickly when no one else ever had. She must have looked lost, because Marcus came up to her and stroked her hair lightly.

“Everything is going to be fine.” Then he kissed her.

His tongue moved in and out of her mouth with a seductive rhythm, his lips moist and warm. Mindful of the spanking she’d received earlier, she held her body perfectly still. But her mouth was avid in returning his kiss, her tongue eager to taste and explore. His taste differed from Jordan’s. The tone of his kiss felt almost worshipful.

Chastity felt Jordan move behind her and reach around her. She gasped when he pulled the coat away.

“Mmm, delicious,” Marcus whispered. He stepped back, his eyes glittering as he looked his fill of her. She could do nothing to prevent the heat that washed her face. Jordan chuckled. He stepped forward and tenderly stroked one finger along the collar the other man wore.

Then he leaned forward and kissed him.

Chastity had never seen two men kiss before. The display shocked her, and aroused her. She saw tenderness, yes. But she could also see domination in Jordan and submission in Marcus.

“Marcus, take her into the playroom. I’ll be there in a few moments.”

Jordan walked off down the hall. Chastity watched him go, then turned back to Marcus. Such tenderness filled his eyes as he looked at her, she felt her throat tighten with tears.

“Come on, sweetheart. The playroom is this way.” Since Marcus took her hand, she followed. She’d been afraid the arousal, the heat she’d felt at the club would have disappeared on the drive home. One of the things Blake had said about her to his mistress
did
ring true. Sexually, she had always been a cold woman. She believed herself completely incapable of feeling the kind of raging sexual heat she’d heard about—until tonight.

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Chastity gasped when she entered the playroom. With marble flooring and light grey walls, the room immediately reminded her of a workout room.

She supposed it was—a sexual workout room. She recognized the St. Andrew’s cross, a smaller version of the one in the room at the club. Chains hung from the ceiling, and the walls held erotic silhouette paintings showing people having sex, interspersed with peg boards that held some exotic-looking sex toys.

Chastity didn’t recognize even half of the items. She did notice that most of the artistic renderings depicted three people, two men and a woman. The other thing that captured her attention was the massive glass-sided shower stall in the corner of the room, which is where Marcus led her.

He slipped his robe over his shoulders, letting it pool on the floor.

Chastity couldn’t take her eyes off him. Muscular, solid, he appeared more imposing naked than clothed, especially when she looked down at his erect cock.

“I’ve been hard since Jordan phoned to tell me you’d walked into Reckless Abandon.” He reached a hand out and cupped her left breast.

Using his thumb and forefinger, he pinched and pulled her nipple.

“Very nice. You’ve got very sensitive breasts, my love.”

“Her pussy is nice and sensitive, too.” Jordan walked slowly into the room, naked and hard and so delicious looking she nearly whimpered.

“He’s hot, isn’t he?”

Marcus’s question took her aback for only a moment. Then she answered him because the situation demanded nothing less than the truth. “Very.”

The sound of running water seemed mundane compared to the exotic nature of the rest of the room’s décor. Taking her hand yet again, Marcus led her into the large cubicle and under the spray.

Water rained onto her from above, below, and some place in between.

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Wet and warm, the pulsating liquid soothed as it warmed, turning tense muscles more lax.

“Tilt your head back, darling,” Marcus crooned. He worked shampoo into her hair, his fingers strong and talented as they massaged her scalp.

“Oh, God.” Chastity felt the strength leech out of her muscles.

Masculine chuckles caressed her flesh as surely as the heated spray.

Then Jordan stepped into the shower with them. He slid an arm around her waist, tucking her in close to him.

“Go ahead and let go, baby,” he crooned. “I’ve got you.” Closing her eyes to better absorb the sensations, she did as he asked, letting him take more of her weight. As water rained down to rinse the shampoo from her hair, she sensed Marcus moving around in front of her.

Soap-covered hands massaged her breasts, her belly, making her moan in delight.

“So you’ve only had two lovers,” Jordan said as Marcus continued to bathe her. “How many times in total do you figure you’ve had sex?”

“How can you expect me to think?”

Jordan laughed. “Try.”

“Mmm….” She did try. She remembered that young man in university who’d been more interested in having his own orgasm in record time than in giving her any pleasure. He’d been her first, a lover taken more out of curiosity than any great sense of love, or lust.

They didn’t last very long as a couple. Breaking up hadn’t touched her heart. And then there’d been Blake. He’d never been in any great hurry to do the deed, not bothering to initiate sex with her until the night of their engagement party.

“Not more than ten.”

The hands washing her body stilled. “I thought you dated the bastard for more than a year.” The edge in Jordan’s voice, the way Marcus looked at her had her wanting to fidget.

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“Yes, but we just got officially engaged three months ago and we didn’t…” Her throat closed on her embarrassment. She gave in to the tendrils of self pity curling in her belly. “He didn’t want me until then.”

“You’re well rid of the prick.” Marcus sounded nearly as fierce as Jordan had. “How can any man worth the name not want you? You’re sexy and desirable as hell.”

“You’ll have us more than ten times before the next two days are done.”

Chastity’s usual reserve disappeared under the sensual stimulus of being first pampered, then aroused. In its place grew a boldness she’d never felt before.

“So you keep saying. But I’ve yet…
God
!” They’d moved quickly, spinning her around so that Marcus stood behind her, Jordan in front. Marcus slid his arms around her waist and lifted her at the same time Jordan reached for her legs, spreading them.

She saw one flash of his erection, the length and the width of it, already sheathed in latex. Then he stepped forward, and in one solid thrust buried his cock deep inside her.

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Chastity moaned as Jordan’s hard cock nudged the edge of her cervix. He filled her, stretched her, and the sensation shot her beyond wonderful.

Control had been taken from her completely. Suspended between these two strong men, her body held above the wet tiles of the shower stall, she had nothing to grasp, nothing to anchor herself to. She couldn’t take command of her body, force an orgasm as she’d learned to do after her first two sexual encounters.

She could only take what they gave her.

Marcus played his right hand across her breasts as he helped keep her aloft. She felt the rod of his erection poking at her from behind.

“You’re so tight, baby,” Jordan said. He splayed his open palms on her ass as his arms kept her legs spread wide enough for his hips to fit between them.

Chastity couldn’t hold back her whimpers. Nothing had ever felt as good as Jordan’s cock moving inside her. In and out, over and over he stroked her, the tip of his penis brushing against one particular spot that seemed to send shivers throughout her body. Her arousal climbed impossibly high, like the thrill of impending fireworks, only hotter, deeper.

Fireworks excited for the moment, then faded. Chastity had the feeling that what had come to life between her and these two men would change her forever.

“
Please
.” She had already learned she could beg, and even though the last time had brought a denial, she knew this time would be different.

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“You want to come, Chastity?”

Jordan had slowed his thrusts. She didn’t for a moment think him unaffected by fucking her. The strain of control showed on his face and in the strength with which he gripped her flesh. A tremor bathed his arms and she didn’t think it came solely from supporting her weight.

Something inside her tore free. She didn’t know what it was, all she knew was that some great, terrible wound would begin to heal if
only
she could climax. “Yes, I want to come. Please, I need to come.

Please
.”

“Shh, baby, it’s all right. Wrap your legs around me. Yes, good girl.” His tone had turned soothing, the expression on his face tender.

He slid one hand from her bottom, across her hip to her pussy. His fingers found her clit and he stroked it lightly. “Come for us, sweetheart. We have you and you’re safe. Come for us.” The heat and the sizzle twined together, soaring until Chastity cried out. The climax exploded inside her, rippling through her body, consuming every molecule, evaporating every thought until nothing remained but this glorious rapture.

Jordan grunted, his thrusts a steady rhythm, his hands now clasped on her hips. She felt the spasms from his cock. Knowing she’d pleasured him re-lit her orgasm. Cascading through her the tingles and shivers actually blurred her vision.

“Wrap your arms around me, Chastity.”

She complied without thinking. Aftershocks rippled her skin, puckering her flesh. Slowly she became aware that she lay boneless in Jordan’s arms, and that the shower had been turned off. She felt moisture on her face, moisture flowing down her cheeks. She hadn’t known she cried.

“Shh,” he responded when she began to stir. Because she could, she kept her head on his shoulder. She didn’t even look around when he carried her, didn’t care where he took her. He held her and
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comforted her, filling a need that had gone unmet, it seemed like, forever.

When he slid her down to her feet and a warm, fluffy towel enveloped her she could only sigh in total bliss.

“No sleeping yet, baby. I very much need to feel your hot little mouth on my cock,” Marcus whispered. He cradled her in his arms as Jordan reached for a second towel. She’d never been cared for in quite this way before. Together they dried her and then laid her in the middle of the most enormous bed she’d ever seen.

“Roll over,” Marcus whispered.

On her belly, she felt him straddle her, felt the heat of his naked thighs grip her hips. Hotter than the rest of him, his cock lay against the crack of her ass. He was hard and the sensation of feeling him like that caused a tendril of arousal to spark to life within her.

She faced left. Jordan sprawled out beside her. She couldn’t read the look on his face. He stroked her hair at the same moment Marcus set his hands to massaging her back.

Her involuntary groan closed her eyes and sank her into the bed more deeply, or so it seemed. The scent of lily of the valley filled the air just before she felt the cold dribble on her back.

“I noticed you wearing this scent one day,” Marcus said. She could hear the smile in his voice.

“My mother’s favorite perfume, the only scent she ever wore.

Daddy had picked it out for her.”

“Isn’t it amazing how smells stay with us? I remember visiting my mother a couple of years ago. She had soap in the bathroom that brought back instant sensations, good ones. When I asked her, mom said she had used it on me when I had been a baby.”

“There are other smells, too, that trigger memories for me. I thought it only a personal quirk.”

“Hmm. You’ve felt alone for a long, long time.”

“Yes.”

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She
had
felt alone since her parents died. Guilt trickled awake, and she squashed it. She did owe her grandmother a debt of gratitude for taking her in. But she could also acknowledge the matriarch of the Sawyer family had neglected her emotional needs.

Thoughts of her grandmother evaporated when Marcus moved his hips, stroking his cock along the small of her back.

When he lifted off her, she rolled over onto her back. She flicked a glance at Jordan.

“Go on,” he encouraged. “I want to watch you suck my lover’s cock.”

* * * *

The expression in her eyes said she wanted to gobble him whole.

Chastity reached out a single finger and stroked the length of his cock, from base to tip. Encountering the bead of moisture coating the eye, she swirled it, like a lotion, smoothing it over the head of his penis.

Spreading her fingers, she grasped him then. He couldn’t hold back the guttural moan of pleasure. It had been a couple of years since a woman had stroked his cock. Chastity’s gentle touch felt so different from Jordan’s secure fisting.

She leaned forward, and he moved toward her, his cock jerking in excited response to that sweet mouth, opening in welcome. Just before she closed her lips around him she looked up, her gaze meeting his.

“You’ll be my first.”

Oh, God
. The power of that statement, that gift, nearly made him come then and there. The sensation of her hot, wet mouth on his cock felt more than wonderful. She took him with delicacy, her tongue lapping and stroking the length of his erection even as she moved her head down, to take him deep.

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“That feels wonderful, baby. You’re a natural,” he praised.

Reaching down he ran his fingers through her hair. Then he looked at Jordan.

“Come here.” Jordan whispered those words, and Marcus’s heart soared. Jordan had gotten to his knees. Since Marcus also knelt on the bed it took no effort at all to lean forward, slightly, and mate his lips to his master’s.