Chapter Eight
Avery tried to breathe, but her chest was locked down, frozen like her. She was really doing this.
She glanced at Carson, his face shadowed in the dim light of the car. He’d picked her up with a gracious smile, held her door for her, asked if she was warm enough. All manners and politeness, like this was a date.
A normal date.
But could she truly classify it as a date? It wasn’t a hookup in the traditional sense. Should she call it a sex date? In Carson’s sex den? A smile snuck out at that. It died quickly, though. The knot in her chest cinched tighter.
“It’s going to be fine,” Carson said. Her eyes went wide and she openly stared at him now. He shot her a quick smile before returning his focus to the road.
“How do you know?” She didn’t have the positive outlook that he did.
“Do you trust me?” he countered.
Did she? Truly? “For tonight.”
His lips twitched up before he gave her a side-eyed glance. “Just for the night?”
The sexy rumble of his voice sent a wave of desire through her. She’d been a load of anxiety since she’d left his office yesterday. They’d discussed limits and wants on a short phone call, and now she was going through with them. Excitement mixed with fear to set every cell on hyperawareness. “That’s all I promised,” she countered. He didn’t need to have more power over her than that.
His soft laugh was a gentle roll she couldn’t decipher. She clasped her hands in her lap and stared straight ahead. They’d headed south out of the city, and she bit her tongue to keep from asking where they were going. She’d learn soon enough.
The rest of the ride passed in silence, and she wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. The tension prickled over her skin, warning her. Exciting her. She was over-aware of him, attuned to each movement.
He pulled into a parking lot, the name on the building unfamiliar to her. They were in the heart of Silicon Valley amid a sea of modern three-and four-story glass buildings. She logged the company name if only to keep her from thinking about what was ahead.
Carson met her at her door, and she took his offered hand as she got out. A soft gasp left her before she could stop it. His touch was firm, nothing unusual, but she felt it clear to her toes. “Thank you,” she murmured.
That first touch was amazing. She’d thought about it, had wondered how it would feel, his skin on hers. Heat and masculine strength. She looked up at him, still stunned that he was with her. That they were going to watch others have sex.
That she wanted all of it.
Her heels tapped out an echoing announcement as Carson guided her to the building, his hand on her lower back. It seared her through her layers of clothing until she swore the imprint would be branded into her skin. She tried to absorb the strength it gave. He was with her. This was legal. They weren’t doing anything wrong.
Her chest knotted tighter when she noticed a man waiting on the other side of the door. Tall, short brown hair, thin, dressed in a black suit and royal blue tie.
Not one of the guys from the first night.
He let them in with a nod. “The others are already here.”
The others... Of course there were others. That was the entire point, but hearing it...
Carson kept a hand on her back the entire way up the stairs and down a hall. The building contained the standard cubical farm broken up by walls lined with actual offices and meeting rooms. Gray industrial carpeting, wood accents around the door frames. Normal.
“You can use this room,” the man said when he stopped by a small conference room. “Meet us in the boardroom when you’re ready.” He waited for them to enter, then closed the door. The click snapped into her consciousness with a ring of finality.
This was really happening.
“You can leave your purse and coat in here,” Carson said, his voice low.
She nodded but didn’t move.
“Hey.” He stepped in front of her to cut off her blank stare at the table. His silver tie offset his black suit, the white shirt crisp beneath. She blinked, sucked in a breath when he skimmed the back of his fingers up her jaw. Oh... Her eyes closed, head tilting to follow his touch. The soft stroke came across as reassuring and protective. “Only what you want, remember that.”
She nodded, eyes still closed. He’d said she could leave whenever she wanted, no questions asked. His fingers trailed down her neck, tingles flaring. Her stomach clenched, breath trapped.
“Tell me if you want something different,” he said, the words reaching her in a fog.
Different? Now or later?
He cupped the side of her neck and nudged her chin up with his thumb. Her eyes fluttered open, lips parting on a silent gasp. There was no mistaking the heat in his eyes, the want that matched her own. “This night is for you.”
She found that hard to believe. “I would hope it was for everyone involved.” Her voice was weak, the attempt at a joke falling flat.
His lips kicked up in a small smile. “It should be. But my biggest concern is you.” His thumb stroked up and down her jaw, distracting her with the gentleness. He dipped closer, hesitated. He searched her, the blue pushing back the gray in his eyes until it was almost gone. “Your pleasure is my first priority.”
Her breaths shortened, anticipation prickling over her. There was nothing except him. His lips so close. His touch so warm and possessive.
He eased back, and she almost whimpered. He took her purse, set it on the table, then undid the belt on her coat. Her brain finally kicked in and she slid her arms out of her jacket, accepting his help. The cooler air hit her bare arms and exposed neck. A chill swept down but did nothing to stop the internal heat.
His only request had been for her to wear her hair up, so she’d accommodated it. She’d almost asked “why?” but had opted to let the mystery stand. Her messy topknot was loose with wisps framing her face that somehow left her feeling even more exposed.
“This is nice,” Carson, dragging a finger over the thin strap of her dress. The simple black sheath was loose yet showed her curves, ending high on her thigh. Held up by spaghetti straps, the deep V-neck plunged low to display the rounded curves of her breasts.
“Thank you.” She’d bought it during her lunch hour today. It was sexier than anything she’d worn in years. It skimmed over her skin in a silky fall of sex and tease. The expense was worth the confidence it gave her even if she never wore it again.
He took her hand. “Ready?”
She stared at their clasped hands, savored the connection that flowed from it. Trust him. She dragged her gaze up his arm until she reached his eyes. “Yes.”
He led her to another room, and a sense of disconnection slipped over her. She was a different person here. Her self-imposed limitations were gone. This could be her one chance to really know—experience—what had only been a fantasy before.
Her pulse raced, heat flushing her skin as a shiver raced beneath. Her hand tightened around Carson’s, but she kept moving.
They slipped into the boardroom without a word. The only light came from the glow of a street lamp through the windows that made up the back wall. She scanned the space, noting the standard long wood table, office chairs and generic landscape pictures.
She forgot all of that in the next second.
There was a couple at the end, where the chairs had been moved away. They were kissing heavily, her dark hair shifting over her back with each dip of her head. She sat on the table, her legs wrapped around the man who stood before her.
Avery’s breath stalled along with her feet. Carson turned back, and she dragged her gaze to his. His brow quirked up.
Still her choice.
Her choice to run or to take a risk.
She inclined her head. His small smile chased away her hesitation.
He led her away from the couple, to the far corner, opposite the entry. The man who’d let them into the building stepped from the shadows to close and lock the door.
This is happening.
Carson positioned her in front of him. Her legs trembled, chest so tight each breath was a struggle. His presence soaked down her back to encircle her in safety.
The couple still kissed. Low moans mixed with the soft smacks. Her red bra and thong were stark against her skin, the line of her back graceful.
“Lay her down.”
Avery flinched. Carson’s voice was commanding if quiet, the husky rumble saturated in sex and authority. Goose bumps broke out on her skin, desire bursting beneath.
“Shhh,” he soothed into her ear. He smoothed a hand down her arm, his breath warming her neck. “I’ve got you.”
She had no idea what he meant, but she nodded anyway. Trust him. She leaned back, needing him closer. His touch. His confidence. The contact brought a sigh to her lips. He groaned his approval, the sound just for her.
The woman laid down, her eyes closing, back arching. The memory of the other woman flashed in, but they weren’t the same. Not the woman or the moment.
This was so much more.
The sexual energy buzzed in the room. It sensitized her skin—or maybe that was Carson’s doing. He ran his palms down her sides, back up. His touch was light, almost teasing as it skimmed over her ribs.
“Make her moan,” Carson said. “Both of you.”
The woman gasped before she bit her lip. Her expression was lust-filled and wanting. The two men spread her legs, caressing her thighs, dragging their fingers up and around her pussy. She whimpered, brows drawing down. They removed her bra, both men stopping to fondle her nipples until they were hard points.
Avery’s breath quickened, her heart beating faster. Carson grazed his lips up the side of her neck, leaving a warm trail behind. She inhaled, tilting her head to give him room. A “yes” was on her lips, but she shut them before it came out. She didn’t want to break the spell.
Her eyelids dropped lower, thoughts caught between the erotic show before her and the one happening to her. One man was on each side of the woman. They worked in tandem, kissing down her neck to her breasts. Their movements were in sync but neither spoke. They each trailed a hand down a leg before they clamped their mouths over her nipples.
She cried out, back arching, and Avery barely stopped herself from doing the same thing as phantom twinges pierced her own nipples.
“It’s okay,” Carson whispered. He slid a hand up her ribs, rubbing under the curve of her breast. “You can react.”
She was definitely reacting. Her body was on fire from head to toe and not from embarrassment. He was tempting her beyond anything she’d imagined. It was like he was wrapped around her, absorbing everything. Her nipples ached for his touch, to be caressed and sucked like the woman’s.
She slid her hands back until she gripped his thighs, desperate for something to hold on to. His low hum buzzed over her neck before he nuzzled the juncture of her shoulder and neck. She wanted to touch him and be touched everywhere.
Carson lifted his head, teeth scraping her shoulder before he straightened. “Put her in a chair.”
The threesome moved almost immediately. The lean guy rolled a chair to the end of the table and then turned it to face them. The other guy helped the woman off the table. He touched her the entire time, slow caresses, teasing grazes over her skin. She drew the bigger guy into a long kiss as he lowered her into the chair. Were they a couple? The lean guy hadn’t kissed her on the lips. Was that one of their rules?
“May I?” Carson asked by her ear. He pressed on the underside of her breast to indicate what he meant. She nodded, warmed that he’d asked even though she’d approved it when they’d talked. He could touch her anywhere, but no one else could.
“Please,” she whispered when he only traced the underside of her breast. Her nipples puckered tighter, her focus going to his touch. Her back arched, longing pushing her breast out in a silent plea. She needed his hands there.
“Are you enjoying this?” he asked as his fingers grazed her nipples. She gasped, a wave of hunger racing to her pussy. Her legs dipped. The hard ridge of his erection rode the curve of her ass in a delicious torment.
“Yes,” she breathed, almost forgetting there were other people in the room. Yet they were in her line of sight, just twenty feet away.
The bigger guy kneeled before the woman and slid her panties off. Her breasts rose and fell with each deep breath, and Avery was fascinated by them. Perfectly round and large, they had to be fake. Yet they appeared soft, and she wondered if they felt that way. Her fingers curled on Carson’s legs as she imagined exploring the swells of flesh.
His muscles flexed, breath hitching. He rocked his hips, and her focus jerked back to his hard dick riding the crack of her ass. She rocked with him until he pressed down on her hips, stopping her.
She whimpered in protest, but he skimmed his other hand up to finally cup her breast. A relieved moan purred up her throat to flow between her parted lips. He held the weight in his palm, fingers coming together to pinch her nipple. Prickles of sensation spread outward. She was so damn happy she’d opted to go braless. He switched to her other breast and brought that nipple to a peak with only a few tweaks.
It was so good. All of it. Wild and free. Crazy. She wanted to feel his hands on her skin and in that moment, she didn’t care who saw her.
“Please,” she begged, back arching again to bring his hand closer. Her head fell back, eyes closing as she got lost in the humming sensation overtaking her entire body. Her pussy ached for attention. That manly woody scent of his filled her senses, and she turned her head to get more. Her lips brushed his jaw, the light stubble tickling over them in the most sensual way. She snaked her tongue out a second later to experience the same sensation.
His curse was soft, damning but not at her. Her smile curled against his jaw as her own power burned to life.
“Lick her,” Carson said.
The command shot through Avery’s haze and she jerked up, eyes wide. Fascination held her riveted as the guy spread the woman’s legs, rested each foot on the edge of the table behind him, then dipped his head.
Avery’s pussy clenched in anticipation of the hot lick that wasn’t for her. Her abdomen contracted, and Carson’s chuckle vibrated near her ear. He caressed her stomach, the heat sinking deep into her core. He plucked her nipple, the fingers on his other hand grazing the top of her mound as the guy’s head rose in one long swipe upward between the woman’s legs. The details of his actions were blocked from Avery’s sight, but the woman’s expression said everything.
Avery’s soft whine was overshadowed by the woman’s louder cry. Her head arched back, and the lean guy stepped behind her. He caressed her breasts, then pulled on her nipples as his partner took another long lick of her pussy.
Oh God. Avery couldn’t focus on anything now. She was a mass of sensation, want and building explosion. Her pussy pulsed with the need to be filled. Her wetness dampened her panties to a state that should’ve embarrassed her, yet she couldn’t care. She craved to be filled. Her clit begged for attention. Just a touch. A stroke.
Anything.
The woman squirmed, a hand going to the bigger man’s head to hold it between her legs. Her other hand gripped the leaner man’s arm, her gaze locked on his as he stood over her.
“Are you wet?” Carson asked, his whispered words barely breaching Avery’s fog. They drifted into her awareness and she nodded. Her “yes” slipped out on a long sigh that sounded more like a moan.
She grabbed his hand, the one that still teased her mound, and urged it lower. He resisted, another low rumble of amusement grazing her neck.
“Do you want something?”
She turned her head toward him, frustration boiling. She nipped at his chin only to hear that damn chuckle again. He increased the pressure on her nipple, twisting it. A bite of pain choked her as it burst through her chest. She whimpered, legs trembling. Her mind protested, head shaking. Then the pain changed. Morphed.
The burning heat reached her core. “Touch me,” she begged, squirming in his hold. Her legs spread in invitation. “Please.” She’d lost every ounce of shame. This was decadent. Erotic beyond anything she could’ve imagined.
Her reserved shell was shattered beneath the freedom Carson released.
His hand slid lower. Her breath stopped.
“Don’t come.”
The order could’ve been directed at her or the other woman, but her ability to parse it out was lost when he found her clit. “Oh my God.” Her pelvis tipped forward, knees bending. She needed more. Her orgasm coiled in a hot bundle just below his finger.
“Watch them.” His hard insistence was punctuated by a sharp tug on her other nipple.
Her eyes snapped open, mouth parting to suck in air.
The men had switched places. When? The leaner guy was now between her legs, face buried in her crotch, head moving up and down in a quick rhythm.
“Fuck.” The curse ghosted from her lips.
“You have no idea how much I want to do that,” Carson murmured, his tone even lower, sexier. Damning. He pressed her to him, the line of his erection rocking against her as both evidence and torment.
Yes. The demand screamed through her mind but not out of her lips. She was almost desperate enough to fuck him here. Almost, but...
He stroked a finger over her clit, a slow rub that sent waves of need through her. But it wasn’t enough. The heat of his touch simmered through the material of her clothing to tease her with promise before he slid his hand beneath her dress. The fluttering caress seared her thigh where he trailed his fingers upward, like the men had done to the woman. A light tease that made Avery squirm, her leg rotating outward in hope, invitation, desperation.
The woman in the chair was panting heavily now, her head swiveling. The bigger guy stood to the side and he ran his fingers down her neck before he cupped her chin, forcing it still. The woman’s eyes flew open to land directly on Avery.
In that exact moment, Carson shoved his fingers beneath her panties to stroke his fingers through her heat.
Avery’s cry came out as a hoarse whimper that sounded foreign to her own ears. Hunger shot from her clenched pussy to her aching breasts. She leaned fully on Carson, totally incapable of supporting herself in the rush of overwhelming stimulants.
The woman stared at her, and Avery couldn’t look away. The woman’s eyelids were heavy, lips parted, passion etched in each little gasp before a long groan bled out.
Carson penetrated Avery on a perfectly timed thrust of two fingers to yank an echoing groan from her. Oh, God. She fumbled for something to hold her steady when her world was detonating around her. This was too much and not enough. She clung to Carson’s hips and silently begged for more.
The thickness of his fingers stretched her, the wet slick of her own arousal allowing each stroke to slide in and out of her with ease. Embarrassment was nowhere to be found, not even when she noticed the bigger guy watching her, appreciation clear on his rugged features.
A glorious wickedness raced free, and she slowly traced her tongue over her lips in a blatant return of lust. Carson chuckled near her ear. The vibration snaked through his chest to sizzle down her spine.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. Avery rocked her hips, impatience urging her to move faster. Get more. Find that crest that lingered so close. “Show me how wild you can be. How sexy. Hot.”
He pulled his fingers out of her. A whimper of protest leaked from her lips before he flicked a wet digit over her clit. Her back bowed, heat bursting to race outward. Her eyes fell closed as she got lost in the erotic pleasure running rampant through her system. Gasps, groans, slurps and kisses all blended together to create a hedonistic soundtrack.
She turned her head to Carson, her voice weaker than her legs. “Please,” she begged. She was so ready to come. So close. He rubbed her clit, each small circle nudging her to the edge but not over. “I need to come.”
She did. Truly. She squirmed in his arms, mindless with sexual energy, uncaring of everything except reaching the end.
“Come,” he demanded. The command shot through the tension to shatter everything. He rubbed harder, faster. “Watch her.”
Avery’s eyes sprang open on the order, hazy recognition flowing into the last of her awareness. The woman stared back with the same passion-crazed look that engulfed Avery.
Two fingers thrust in hard, jarring her. A grunt burst out. The world narrowed, darkness tunneling her sight to the other woman.
Pressure returned to her clit, but his fingers still penetrated her in long strokes. Carson nipped up her neck, little bites that stung and retreated before the next one. His hot breath snaked down her ear, trembled over her jaw. His beard stubble grazed the sensitive skin in another tease.
The woman’s toes were curled tight, her calve muscles straining. She gripped the arms of the chair, hips thrusting wildly. The bigger guy kissed up her neck in an echo of Carson. The shared experience heightened Avery’s own in a dizzying swarm of feelings. Too many. Not enough.
“Come for me,” Carson said, each word a clear staccato note that ignited everything.
Her orgasm burst over her in a flash of need, release, hunger and pleasure like she’d never experienced before. She came. For him. For the woman writhing in her chair, her cries meshing with Avery’s. For her own wild freedom.
She closed her eyes, lights bursting behind her eyelids as she lost herself to the ecstasy.