Welcome to Club Ecstasy: the luxurious, confidential destination for desire. Alice Gaines continues her new erotica series with book two: doubling the pleasure, doubling the fun!
Think threeâs a crowd? Alice Gainesâ sexy new Club Ecstasy series proves that three only makes the fun hotterâ¦
Susan McGraw knows sheâs demanding. And after a rough breakup, she thinks sheâs earned it. Luckily Club Ecstasy can satisfy her every desire. Only, tonight one man wonât be enough-she requires the devotion of two hot men. But when one of her lovers turns out to be the boyfriend she loved and lost, Susan realizes she might be in over her headâ¦
When Adam, manager of Club Ecstasy and Susanâs former boyfriend, realizes heâs going to have to share her, he thinks heâll lose his mind with jealousy. But instead of feeling envious, watching her with another man turns him on like mad. Together the three of them experience the ultimate sensual and sexual exercise-but after all is said and done, will a new trick heal old wounds?
TOTAL TEMPTATION: http://www.harpercollins.com/9780062346407/total-temptation
TOTAL IMMERSION: http://www.harpercollins.com/9780062346414/total-immersion
TOTAL ABANDON: http://www.harpercollins.com/9780062346568/total-abandon
Alice Gaines likes her fiction hot, hot, hot.
Alice has a PhD from the University of California at Berkeley. She shares a house in Oakland California with her pet corn snake and a stray cat that lives in her yard.
When Alice isnât making up stories in her head, she spends her time cooking, gardening, and listening to her favorite band, Tower of Power.
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TOTAL IMMERSION: CHAPTER ONE
âWe have a bit of a disaster on our hands,â Madeline said. âAnd Iâm afraid it involves you.â
Adam Fairchild didnât bother to take a seat in the chair across the desk from his boss; he wouldnât have time to sit and chat. After working with Madeline Shaw for the past five years, he knew when she meant business. Although well into her fifties, Madeline retained the beauty that had made her a top model, but beneath the precise makeup and designer clothing, she had the commanding presence of a seasoned cop. He was here to find out what needed doing and get it done.
âA young woman came looking for you and is making a scene,â Madeline went on. âA very loud scene. You need to get her to quiet down before she upsets the rest of our patrons.â
âWhy would a young woman come looking for me?â If the person in question were a current or former client, Madeline could handle her without his help. Since heâd become manager of the male sex providers a few months ago, he hadnât served any of the clubâs women customers sexually. An empty gesture, it turned outâtoo late to save the only relationship that had promised to grow into something else. Now, his personal love life was nonexistent, so no one from the outside should have followed him here.
What went on at Club Ecstasy, San Franciscoâs most exclusive club for women, was by no definition of the word legal. Still, its prices and the quality of all its servicesâfrom the spa to the various dining rooms to the male sex providersâdrew the elite of the city and of Northern California. Those sorts of customers expected good taste and privacy, and he and Madeline were here to provide that.
âWhy donât we go see what she wants before she makes enough noise to drive all our clients away?â Madeline rose and left the office, her heels clacking against the hardwood floor, and Adam followed.
The noise in question came to him before they reached the end of the hallway. Madeline had put the woman in a room as far as possible from the rest of the facility, but her voice penetrated into the corridor. With yelling, they would have generally expected anger, but a lot of what filtered out to here was laughter. Very, very loud laughter.
She sounded familiar. Way too familiar. But before he could consider how he knew that voice so well, Madeline opened the door, and reality punched him in the gut. Of all people, why her?
âSusan?â he said.
Susan McGraw stood in the middle of the room. Images flashed through his mind so quickly he could barely process them. Her smile when she first opened her eyes in the morning. How sheâd dance, shaking her butt, while she cooked. And then tears, lots of them at the end. A chaos of feelings lodged in his chest.
When she spotted him, her face lit up, although her eyes didnât really focus. âThere he is. The sexiest stud in the world, and he used to fuck me regularly.â
âWhat are you doing here?â At least his voice sounded calm.
âThen you do know her,â Madeline said as she shut the door quietly behind them.
You could call living with someone for a year knowing them. Sharing a bed, sharing meals, sharing a toothbrush rack. With her long, dark hair and pale skin, she looked just as fabulous as she had on their first date at the winery in Jack London Square. Theyâd discovered a mutual love of zinfandel, and heâd fallen for the way she could pair basic innocence with a wicked sense of humor. Now she stood here flushed with maniacal happiness and obviously intoxicated.
âI came here to apologize to you for the way we said good-bye,â Susan said. âAfter our time together, you deserved better than me yelling at you.â
Yelling hardly covered their last argument, but she was in no shape to discuss it now.
âWhy donât we talk about this later?â
âI figured we could see if we could patch things up,â she went on as if he hadnât spoken. âBut this turned out to be such a fabulous evening, I decided to get laid instead.â
This was not his Susan. Although uninhibited in bed, she didnât usually talk about her sex life publicly. He held out his hands toward her. âCalm down, honey. Youâre not acting rational.â
âIsnât he cute? He still calls me âhoneyâ after we broke up six months ago.â She went to him, threw one arm around his shoulders, and with the other hand tapped the end of his nose. âI didnât originally come for sex, but now that Iâm here, what the hell? How about it, for old timeâs sake, huggy bear?â
âHuggy bear?â Madelineâs voice went down a couple of octaves in pitch, the way it usually did whenever she didnât believe something could possibly be true.
âA nickname,â he said. âLook, Susanââ
âI am looking,â she said. âAnd youâre more handsome than ever. You been working out?â
âI always work out.â Heâd seen her tipsy from wine in the past, but this was different. Something else had gotten into her system. Sheâd never believed in experimenting with substances she didnât recognize, which meant someone must have slipped her something, either just before sheâd arrived here or, worse, afterward.
âYouâre doing something right. You look fabulous, fabulous, fabulous.â Susan punctuated each fabulous with a poke of her finger against his chest.
âAdam, do something,â Madeline said softly.
âSay, you must be Madeline,â Susan said.
Still with one arm around Adamâs shoulders, Susan swung in Madelineâs general direction. âI used to hate you because of what Adam does for a living.â
Madeline stared over Susanâs head at Adam. He shrugged. âShe doesnât know what sheâs saying.â
âOh, but I do,â Susan said. âI hated you, but hateâs such a nasty emotion, isnât it? Say, youâre really beautiful. I think I love you.â
Madeline cleared her throat. Not because she disapproved of lesbian relationships. This was San Francisco, after all. But clearly Susan was off her rocker.
Adam slid his arm around Susanâs waist. âWhy donât I take you home?â
âTo the apartment we used to share? I donât think so.â She smiled up at him. âIf this is a sex club, then I want some. In fact, I want lots of it.â
âListen to me, Susan. I think youâve been drugged. Probably ecstasy,â Adam said. âDid you have anything to drink or eat here a little while ago?â
âOf course. One of your coworkersâsuper-sweet guy I met in the lobby while I was waiting for youâoffered me a glass of zin. I never turn down good zin.â
âWere you,â Adam cleared his throat, âhiring him?â
That seemed to confuse her for a second. When her expression cleared, she said with a laugh, âOh, you mean that.â
âI just came to talk to you. I didnât want to do it on the phone,â she said. âBut now that I think of it . . .â
Well, shit. âDid you happen to get the super-sweet guyâs name?â
âFrank. No, Phil,â she said. âDefinitely Phil.â
âPhil Stewart?â Madeline asked.
âI didnât get his last name,â Susan said.
âWe only have one Phil. Damn it. I knew there was something off about him,â Madeline opened the door to the corridor and spoke to someone outside. âFind Phil and send him here. Immediately.â
The new hire. She remembered that Phil had come with excellent references, and everything about him had checked out. He might have seemed a little too sincere, but everyone got nervous during job interviews. Heâd performed adequately until now.
After closing the door again, Madeline approached Susan. âI owe you an apology, Ms.ââ
âMcGraw,â Adam supplied.
âMs. McGraw,â Madeline said. âThis is, as you crudely put it, a sex club, but we never take advantage of our clients. Iâd be happy to treat you to the use of our facilities at some later date.â
What the fuck? Susan a client at Club Ecstasy? She made a good living at her tech job but not the sort of income that would allow a membership here. Besides, heâd given her what she needed at home, and she hadnât had to go anywhere else for sex. Of course, he didnât do that any longer since theyâd broken up months ago.
âWhatâs wrong with right now?â Susan said.
âWe have a policy against providing services for intoxicated clients,â Madeline said. âWe donât want anyone to regret her experience the next day. Iâm sure you understand.â
âActually, I donât,â Susan said. âIâm horny as all hell, and if one of your employees caused that, you ought to do something to fix it.â
Just then, the door opened and Phil stepped into the room. âHi, sweetheart. Having a good time?â
Susan wiggled her fingers at him. âHi, Cupcake.â
Cupcake. Ye gods. If Adam werenât holding Susan up, heâd put his fist through Cupcakeâs nose.
âIs this the man who gave you the drink?â Madeline asked.
âJust a little enjoyment enhancer,â Phil said. âDid it work?â
âGet out,â Madeline said. âCollect your things and leave. Weâll send your last check.â
âWhat? Youâre firing me?â Phil shrugged in a gesture of wounded innocence. âWhatâs the big deal? Chicks love the drug.â
âOut!â Madeline thundered.
Adam hugged Susan to him. Her body fitted against his perfectly, as it always had. âGod, honey, Iâm sorry.â
âIâm not. I feel great.â She stepped away from him and threw her arms out from her sides. âI should have checked out where you worked ages ago.â
âSusan, this isnât you,â he said.
âHow do you know? You havenât seen me in six months.â She thumped her palm against her chest. âAnd I havenât had your special brand of sex in six months. Maybe this is what I need.â
âNot this way.â He approached her and gazed into her eyes. âPlease, Susan. Let me take you home. We can work this out there.â
âYeah, weâll make love. Then youâll come back here, and nothing will have changed,â she said. âNope. I finally wandered into the den of iniquity, and I want some.â
Major irony there. Sheâd finally come around to accepting his work, and he no longer performed the sexual services that had bothered her so much when theyâd lived together. He probably would have welcomed a chance to explain all that to her if she were rational. He could straighten it out with her later. Right now, he had to quiet her down enough to get her out of here without disturbing the clients.
âNot going to happen,â she said. âIâm going to stay right here until someone scratches my itches. All of them.â
He and Madeline exchanged glances, and she shrugged. âYou know this young lady, Adam. Do you have any suggestions?â
âSusanâs a wonderful person, but she has a stubborn streak,â he said.
âBet your ass I do,â Susan said, grinning like someone who was about to have all her demands met. Which she probably was, based on the resigned expression on Madelineâs face.
âThe two of you have already been lovers,â Madeline said. âShe wonât wake up in bed with a stranger. I donât suppose thereâs any harm if the two of you use one of the rooms.â
âThanks. Iâll take care of this.â As awkward as this situation was, it did mean heâd get to make love to Susan. He was only human, after all, and heâd missed her so much.
Given her state, sheâd probably climax hard and often. During the time theyâd lived together, heâd heard the sweet noises she made as she approached orgasm. Heâd felt the tension in her pussy suddenly break into spasms. Heâd tasted her and made her clitoris harden into a bud. He could have all that again right now and most likely through the night. His cock immediately swelled and began to throb at the prospect.
âYou know, as lovely as that would be, I think you owe me more,â Susan said. âAfter all, I can have that if Adam takes me home.â
âWeâll have the use of all the clubâs facilities,â he said. âIf you behave yourself.â
âI can behave myself if . . .â Susan said.
âIf what?â Adam asked.
âIf . . .â She bit her lip for a moment, and the wheels turned almost visibly in her head. âIf I have two men to satisfy me while Iâm here.â
âYou want another man?â Adam said.
âYou had other women,â she said, as if that proved something.
âThat was my job,â he said.
âWell, two men is my requirement.â Susan smiled very sweetly at Madeline. âAnd I promise none of your other clients will hear a peep out of me.â
âIâm sorry, thatâs not at all the same thing,â Madeline said. âI canât condone you having sex with a stranger in an impaired state.â
âState?â Susan hooted. âMy state is horny, as Iâll let everyone in this place know at the top of my lungs.â
Madeline held out her hands to quiet Susan. âPlease, miss.â
âIn fact, Iâll let them all know one of your employees drugged me,â Susan said. âBefore your security can haul me out of here, half your clients will have heard.â
âVery well,â Madeline said. âWeâll do what you ask.â
âMadeline?â Adam said. âYouâre not serious about this, I hope.â
Having to watch Susan have sex with another man? Having to participate? Pure hell. But then, maybe he deserved it for messing up their relationship in the first place. Thinking she could hang on with the status quo, heâd waited too long to switch from provider to manager. And heâd lost the only woman heâd ever contemplated a future with. This could be his punishment for making her miserable so many times, even though heâd never wanted to. Or maybe the universe was having a good laugh at his expense.
âFine. A mÃ©nage Ã trois,â Madeline said. âAnd you do have our deepest apologies for Philâs behavior.â
Susan nodded very regally. âAccepted.â
âNo.â Adam groped for anything that would make this nightmare go awayâsomething that would change Madelineâs mind. He didnât come up with anything. âThis wonât work. No, Iâm sorry.â
One of Madelineâs elegant brows lifted. âNo?â
Even before Madeline had opened Club Ecstasy, sheâd run her own lingerie and fragrance companies. She wasnât used to her employees contradicting her. Adam had never done it before, but then, sheâd never asked him to do so damned uncomfortable. Hell, uncomfortable didnât even cover it.
âI donât even do the work anymore,â he said.
Even through the haze of her intoxication, Susan perked up at that news. âYou donât?â
He couldnât explain that to her now, so he didnât respond.
âYou can still perform, I imagine,â Madeline said. âYou havenât lost your touch, have you?â
âOf course not.â He shouldnât have to explain his reluctance. He could do a threesome with any client she wanted him to, but this was Susan. Heâd never shared her. Heâd managed to keep the thought of her with another man out of his mind, more or less, for six months. He didnât need to experience the reality up close and personal.
âWell, then, do this,â Madeline said.
Madeline would never order him to do anything he didnât want. She didnât have to. Her tone said everything for her. She wouldnât fire him if he disobeyed, but heâd lose stature in her eyes, and she meant a lot to both employees and clients here. Including him.
Besides, what choice did he have? Madeline had given in. Susan clearly wasnât going to go home quietly, and neither he nor Madeline could afford her making a scene in front of the other clients. One way or another, Susan was going to get what she wanted from Club Ecstasy. Which meant sheâd have her threesome. He for sure wasnât going to let that happen with two other men. One of her lovers would have to be him.
âAll right,â he said finally. Let the punishment begin.
âYay!â Susan fairly jumped up and down with excitement.
âIf youâll permit me, Iâll select the other man.â Madeline tapped a manicured finger against her lips for a moment. âIâd suggest Jeff.â
Oh, great. Sheâd chosen a guy who was hung like a horse. Not that Adam couldnât win that competition, but he could take the threesome a whole lot more easily if the other man were less adequate than himself in some way. Still, heâd been developing a new technique and using Jeff to help. This could turn into an opportunity to try it out and make Susan really happy.
With his tremendous staying power and fun attitude toward sex, Jeff showed real promise to become a favorite among the clients. He was a good choice for the job.
âNow thatâs settled,â Madeline said. âIâll put you in one of our best suites if you promise not to make a scene.â
Susan made a zipper movement across her lips. âNo one will know Iâm here. Except for my guys.â
Her guys. Plural. Including him. He deserved as much. Heâd have her now, but so would Jeff. Fucking fabulous.
Between what she felt were two of the most beautiful men on earth, Susan fairly floated down the hallway. She ought to feel furious with that guy, Phil, for drugging her, and when she came down from her high, maybe she would. For now, she could only enjoy the results of his trickery. In her normal state of mind, sheâd never have asked for two lovers at once. Now, sheâd not only have Adam, the man who knew a dozen or more ways to make her climax, but she could learn her way around a new studâs body, find out what drove him to a fever pitch, and then let him use all that sexual energy to give her orgasm after orgasm.
For the next several hours, sheâd not only enjoy the best sex of her life, but she could make Adam watch. Heâd finally pay for all the nights sheâd sat at home watching old movies on television while he did his thing with other women here. Professional, heâd called it, not personal, and heâd expected her to shrug it off. Well, this was professional, too. A mindless fuck with a man in the same line of work as his.
Except he wasnât any longer. Heâd quit that part of his job. Probably something to contemplate there, but sheâd have to figure that out later, because her mind wasnât working nearly as well as her sex. If you could call a manâs cock his little brain and insist it could make him do things his big brain wouldnât consider, then her pussy was acting the same way for her. The effects of the drug had made her achy and throbbing, but that fact didnât make the sensations any less real. Or demanding.
She had two menâboth tall, both with firm bodies that pressed against hers as they went. Both schooled in how to give her everything she needed, and she needed a lot. As soon as they got her down this endless corridor, they could get to work.
They finally arrived at the door to the suite, and Jeff inserted the key card and opened the door for her. What greeted her on the other side took her breath away. A large living room with a flat-screen television and stereo equipment also held modern couches and armchairs with lines that seemed to suggest flight. She kicked off her shoes and allowed her feet to sink into plush carpet as she made her way across the room, letting her fingers skim across the glass top of a dining table as she went.
âWe hope you like it,â Jeff said.
âLike it? Itâs amazing,â she replied.
Adam remained silent where he stood just inside the room. Madeline couldnât have chosen two men so perfectly matched to please the female eye. Jeff stood nearly as tall as Adam and had the same perfect body, finely muscled beneath the elegant tailoring of his suit. But where Adam had swarthy skin, dark eyes, and raven black hair, Jeff was blond and had blue eyes and a dimple in his cheek that suggested mischief.
Madeline must have guessed from the fact that Susan had already chosen Adam as her lover that her fantasies went toward clean-shaven men in elegant clothes. Men who might have been princes in another era, each with a satin sash across his chest. And sheâd get to undress them and check out their equipment underneath.
âTake a look at the rest of the suite and see if itâs to your liking,â Jeff said. Ever the pleasant fellow.
âI will.â She headed into the bedroom. âAre you coming, Adam?â
âIâm here,â his voice came from behind her.
The bedroom was as expansive as the living room, if not more. It gleamed with brass and polished wood. An enormous bed with posts that climbed nearly to the high ceiling dominated the space. A glass-topped table and occasional chairs stood off to one side. The same thick carpet sheâd noticed in the living room hushed her steps as she explored.
So much luxury. She threw her arms out and turned until she was dizzy. When she threatened to topple, Adam caught her as he always had when something had threatened to pull her down, emotionally or physically. His dark gaze met hers.
âAre you happy?â
âDelirious,â she said. âWhat about you?â
His expression said nothing. âIâd use a somewhat different word.â
âAnd the bathroom, madame.â Jeff stood by an open door and gestured across the threshold.
White marble nearly blinded Susan when she stepped inside, and light bounced off brass faucets and fixtures. A glass-enclosed shower occupied the far wall, and a sunken tub took up much of the rest of the room. Plenty of opportunities for fun there.
When she returned to the bedroom, she found that Jeff had undone his tie and was removing the jacket of his suit. He draped that over one of the chairs and proceeded to take out his cufflinks. With those set aside, he rolled up his cuffs, revealing strong forearms covered with sun-bleached hairs.
Susan started in on the buttons of her blouse, but he moved to stop her hands. âLet me do that.â
As Jeff undressed her, Adam took a seat on one of the chairs at the table and watched. Perhaps theyâd worked together before, because Jeff seemed to know how to conduct a threesome without being told. Jeff had an expert touch, his big fingers working buttons while the warmth of his body enveloped her. He bent to nibble at the sensitive skin behind her ear, his breath hot, leaving no doubt about what type of encounter would follow.
Adamâs face gave nothing away, but he seemed intent on observing every move she and his coworker made. She stood where she was and allowed Jeff to remove her clothing. His fingers gliding over her skin, he rid her of her blouse and reached behind to unfasten her bra. When her breasts fell loose, Adam stared at them as if seeing them for the first time. If she hadnât been so utterly and completely turned on, she might have covered them out of shyness, but timidity didnât fit with these men and her plans to have both of them.
Once he had her naked from the waist up, Jeff dropped to his knees in front of her. He popped the snap of her jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. Skimming his hands over her hips, he slid both her pants and panties down her legs in one motion. She stepped out of them with his help. Now totally nude, she stood and allowed both of the men to see her. Jeff smiled, deepening the dimple in his cheek, but Adam might have been a statue, sitting completely still, his hands on his knees.
Heâd never stared at her that way before, not in the entire time theyâd lived together. Heâd seen her naked every day, often after having undressed her himself. Heâd touched her everywhere, whispering how much he wanted her. Sometimes, heâd simply taken her when neither of them could wait and needed each other immediately. Heâd never sat, watching, without reaching for her.
Her stomach did a little flip, and her heart raced. His detachment created a thrill not unlike fear and most definitely not unlike sexual need.
Then Jeff eased her legs apart, and his intent became clear. Oral sex, when she was already so turned on she could hardly stand. The most intimate act possible with another man watching. How incredibly erotic. When he put his mouth over her pussy, the world retreated, leaving her with nothing but a hunger for the ultimate contact: the feel of his tongue against her throbbing clit.
He didnât make her wait long. In a few seconds, his tongue parted the lips of her sex and landed on the supersensitive organ. She whimpered, and her knees threatened to give out, but he held her upright, his arms around her hips. For a man whoâd only met her minutes ago, he learned quickly the exact pressure to use to send her from aroused to ready to burst out of her skin. As she started the climb to orgasm, she gripped his head for balance. No matter what, she must not lose the delicious friction that had her blood whooshing in her ears.
Oh, God, so good. So fucking good. Her breathing grew harsh, and the sound of a womanâs voice came to her. Her own, of course, but not as sheâd ever heard it. So full of raw need and so unconcerned with anything but her own pleasure. Shameless. Demanding. And he kept giving, his tongue fluttering over the tip of her clit and then pressing harder.
She could have this and more. Much, much more, for hours. As long as she could stand it. So, when the orgasm neared, she welcomed it, not fighting its power. It began at the point of contact with his tongue and built, like a huge wave climbing, climbing, and then cresting. As it washed over her, she used the last bit of air in her lungs to shout. The spasms started, deep and strong. On and on as if theyâd never stop.
Eventually they did end, and she collapsed. Strong arms caught her and raised her against a solid chest. Not Adam. His scent was imprinted on her brain, and this man had his own perfume. Jeff laid her on the comforter on the huge bed and stretched out next to her.
He pushed a lock of hair from her forehead. âGood one?â
âFabulous. Thank you.â He hadnât satisfied her, though. More like taken the edge off. Inside, the fire still burned. It would rage out of control again as soon as one of them touched her in the right way. But they had hours together and plenty of time for lots of touches.
âI can make you come like that,â Adam said. He hadnât moved from the chair, hadnât even shifted his posture.
âI know you can,â she said.
Adam fell silent, leaving the obvious question unspoken. Why do you need him, then?
âIs Susan one of your clients?â Jeff sat up on the bed. âBecause if this is your turf . . .â
Adam let out a laugh that had nothing to do with humor. If theyâd had more time, he could have explained the situation to Jeff.
âWe were lovers,â she said, âout in the real world.â
âHey, man. No one told me any of that.â Jeff got off the bed. âI donât want to get between you and your girlfriend.â
âWere,â Susan said. âPast tense.â
âStill, I donât know about this,â Jeff said. âI work for you, Adam.â
Adam leaned back in his chair and stared right into Jeffâs face. âYou work for Madeline, and Madeline has assigned you to take care of Ms. McGraw. I think youâd better do it.â
âIf you say so.â Jeff blew out a breath. âBut how is watching us going to make you feel?â
âIâll tell you.â Adam rose slowly.
For a moment, the room went deathly still. Even in her drugged state and with her sex aching to be filled, Susan held her breath and waited.
âItâs turning me on,â Adam said finally. âMy cock is going to bust my fly in a minute. If the lady wants you to fuck her, I suggest you do what she asks.â
âDo you want that?â Jeff asked Susan.
He had to ask? Her body was still on fire, nerve endings screaming for more. Even after that fabulous oral sex, she needed a stiff cock moving inside her until she shattered again. She slipped her fingers between her thighs and stroked her damp pussy. âOh, yes.â
âOkay.â Jeff unzipped his pants and quickly undressed.
Susan took one look at him, and her mouth went dry. He was as finely sculpted as he appeared from under his clothes. A perfectly hairless chest gave way to flat abs, and then down at the base of his torso, a rigid shaft rose from a thatch of golden hairs. His cock was thick and long, enough to frighten an innocent. Susan was no innocent, and with the drug still roiling in her blood, her body craved every inch of him.
âDo it in a position where I can watch,â Adam said.
âYou got it.â Jeff opened a drawer in the bedside table and found a square packet. Quickly, he tore it open and unfurled the condom over his cock. Then he grabbed her hips and tugged her toward the edge of the bed. As she wrapped her legs around him, he positioned himself with the head between her pussy lips and eased himself inside her.
Oh, yes. Yes. This was what sheâd craved since sheâd sipped the wine and waited for Adam to appear. A manâs stiff penis filling her. She sank into the mattress, melting out of pure pleasure as her inner walls adjusted to his size.
From the corner of her eye, she watched Adam as he rounded the bed for a better view. He stood as if transfixed, his gaze on Jeffâs cock disappearing into her sex. His hand went to the front of his pants, and he gripped his own erection through the layers of fabric.
âShe likes it slow at first,â he told Jeff. âAs if youâre in no hurry and could fuck her all day.â
True, but sheâd never told him that. Sheâd hardly realized it herself until he mentioned it this very minute. Heâd figured out her preference on his own.
âLike this?â Jeff asked, as he slowed his pace to a leisurely rhythm.
âExactly,â Adam answered.
And oh, he was right. She didnât have to hurry to orgasm. She could let it come in its own time. For now, sheâd indulge herself in memorizing the girth of him, the passage of the thick head, and the feel of each inch as it penetrated.
And she could have all this while Adam looked on. Heâd see Jeffâs cock sliding in and out of her, moist from her pussy. What a sense of power to take her pleasure with a stranger and make her former lover squirm. Two men doing her bidding.
âPace yourself,â Adam said.
âI am,â Jeff said. âBut man, she feels good.â
âOf course she does,â Adam said.
She turned her head and gazed at him out of eyes that didnât quite focus. The drugs, maybe. Rising arousal, certainly, as another orgasm neared. Already, she was having sex good enough for fantasy, and she hadnât even had Adam yet. Once Jeff had finished, Adam could take his place. And later, Jeff would have rested. She could go on for hours. She let out a groan.
âThere,â Adam said. âSheâs ready for more now.â
âRight.â Jeff moved faster, his thrusts more forceful. Each movement pushed her into the mattress, and she kept her legs fast around him to hold herself in place. Sheâd become so wet for him. So hot. Her hips rose to meet him, straining for more connection, more friction. Just more.
âGo as deep as you can,â Adam said. âMake her want to come. Make her crave it.â
Jeff reached behind him, grasped her legs, and guiding her feet upward, placed her ankles on either side of his neck. The position squeezed her sex around his and allowed him maximum penetration. He felt so damned big as he thrust into her. Incredible.
âThis is too good.â Jeff closed his eyes, and his face contorted with pleasure. âIâm going to lose it.â
âStay with her,â Adam said.
âSheâs tight,â Jeff grunted. âAw, shit.â
He moved like a wild man now, gripping her hips as he slammed into her. She caught his madness as the pressure built inside her. She was going to climax again, this time with her whole being. She rode the currents upward into arousal that was spiraling out of control. Too much. Too intense. And yet, she needed more.
Suddenly, more appeared. Something butted against her clitoris. She opened her eyes long enough to discover a hand there, a finger on just the right spot. Adamâs hand where heâd slipped it between her body and Jeffâs. He knew exactly what she needed, and he was giving it to her.
With that knowledge, she closed her eyes and surrendered to his touch. The orgasm swelled inside her, squeezing her heart. All consciousness blinked out except for the one place where Jeffâs cock moved inside her and Adamâs finger kept rubbing.
She arched her back as she came, releasing a shout toward the ceiling. This time, her inner muscles gripped a stiff cock rhythmically. Jeffâs answering roar joined her voice, and he plunged into her a few more times before going rigid with his own climax. A perfect coupling with a perfect ending.
Adamâs hand withdrew, and Jeff lowered her legs before leaning over her, his weight held up on his elbows. Her pussy still fluttered around him in postorgasm pulses. Proof that heâd satisfied her. For now.
Adam managed to drag himself away from the sight of Susan with a sated smile on her face and went to the lanai doors that led to the terrace. Still erect, still aching for her, he could almost blot out the reality that Jeff was lying beside her, looking just as happy as she did. Another man had given her the orgasms that had let her drift off into heaven.
No, not right. Yes, Jeff had made her come the first time, and Jeff had been inside her for the second climax, but Adam had directed their coitus. Heâd instructed Jeff in the way she liked to have sex. Heâd fingered her clitoris at the crucial moment. He was still in charge here. Manager and teacher. Lover. Jeff wouldnât . . . couldnât . . . take his place in her heart, if indeed Adam had any right to make that claim now given their six months of separation.
Damn, this was hard. Just seeing her again after missing her so much. All the days and nights as he lay in bed alone, blaming himself for hurting her. Searching his brain for something he should have done differently. He shouldnât have become involved with her to begin with because a job like his didnât mix with a traditional relationship. He should have done more to make her feel special so she wouldnât feel threatened by his clients. He should have listened to her complaints and dealt with them rationally instead of yelling back and escalating the arguments.
On the other hand, maybe he couldnât have done anything. Maybe their problems just sucked and nothing could have made them better. And maybe allowing himself to hope for a better ending would only hurt him more in the end. Still, heâd be a fool not to take this chance. If, indeed, it was a chance and not just an illusion created out of blind hope.
He stared outside, hardly noticing the hot tub and the city beyond. Late afternoon. The sun would be going down soon, and the city would switch over to night shift. How many nights had he stood in exactly this place, with another woman in the bed resting after sex with him and anticipating more? And how many of those times had Susan been in bed at their apartment, waiting for him to come home?
Heâd make it up to her tonight. He could accomplish that, at least. He could give her his best work, better than anything heâd done for even his best clients. To do that, heâd have to share her with Jeff. Sheâd asked for two men, and heâd make sure she had every sexual experience she could dream up. There was no room for jealousy in this exercise. He needed to treat it as professionally as he had all his other encounters at the club. Complete detachment when she wanted Jeff and complete devotion when she wanted him.
Heâd do everything in his power to make the joining so perfect sheâd never get it out of her memory. In fact, he had a plan on how to accomplish that exact goal. Something heâd worked on for the last several weeks with Jeffâs help. This suite was outfitted with all the sound equipment heâd need. He had a few extra things to order, but the kitchen and the spa could provide those within a few minutes.
He hadnât planned on using the technique himself but to teach it to the other men. Still, he and Jeff might as well try it out now, with Susan as the recipient. He could make her happy, no doubt about that. And he could bask in her smiles and share her orgasms, and that would make him pretty damned happy, too.
After that, who knew what would happen? He ran his fingers through his hair and blew out a frustrated breath. How would she feel when she came down from the drug? She might be embarrassed. She might regret coming here. Dear God, not that. The mere idea that she could wish she hadnât given herself to him tore at his gut. Heâd have to make this the best experience for her. And heâd have to do it soon because the postorgasm glow would wear off in another minute or two, and then the real work would begin.