“It’s getting you hot, isn’t it, sugar? Good. Really good.” He toyed with her clit, rubbing it back and forth. “This okay, Lanie, what I’m doing?” He licked her ear. “Am I rushing you? I’ve just been thinking all afternoon about getting you naked and feeling every inch of your body.”
“You have?” Oh my god.
“Sugar, I’ve had it on my mind for a long time to fuck you, and I plan to do just that long before tonight is over. But I’m coming at you pretty fast here, so if that’s not what you want, better make tracks right now. You can leave, and no hard feelings.” He put his mouth close to her ear. “Except maybe in my heart.”
Had she heard right? No, it must be her own imaginings coming back at her. She shook her head.
“I want to stay,” she told him in a soft voice.
Beneath her bare buttocks she could feel the thick, hard shape of his cock rising against her, pressing against her skin like a heated branding iron. She knew she should be self-conscious, should shift positions, but the dark heat rose so fast inside her she only wanted to feel that cock filling her.
Even if others were watching!
What would it be like if she were one of these other women, with strangers’ eyes watching the things she knew Cody wanted to do to her? With her? Was that what he wanted? If so, could she do it? The book she’d just reviewed was about eight people who got together every week to do just this very thing, and she’d been so hot even her vibrator hasn’t been able to take the edge off. But right now, she was such a seething mass of contradictions she couldn’t have given a straight answer about anything.
As if reading her thoughts, Cody shifted her in his lap and draped her legs on either side of his, exposing her sex to the room. He put his mouth close to her ear, his tongue tracing the outline of the shell, then licking the sensitive spot beneath the lobe.
“You okay with this, sugar?” His voice was like warm molasses. “I want people to see this gorgeous cunt that’s soaking my fingers. Make ‘em a little jealous. But any time you want to tell me to stop, just go ahead.”
Stop? Was he crazy?
It was unbelievable that she was so into this so quickly, but truth be told, she wanted more. Much more. And she wasn’t sure who that shocked more, herself or Cody.
The rest of the room blurred as he stroked her hard nub, and she had to swallow twice to get the words out. “I…I’m fine. It’s okay.”
“Good.” His warm breath tickled her skin. “I knew this pussy would be outstanding. I want everyone else to be jealous that I’ve claimed it. And a lot more.”
His lean fingers separated her labia, pulling the skin back so her inner flesh and the opening of her vagina could be seen by anyone who looked. One of the men in the threesome with the woman-Paul, she remembered-caught sight of her. Even as he continued to rub the clit of the woman facing him, he licked his lips as he watched Cody’s finger disappear into Lanie’s vagina and begin stroking in and out.
She moaned at the sensations racing through her. It shocked her that she wasn’t turned off to know others watched her engage in such intimacy. Cody moved his fingers in time with Paul’s rhythm, and the movements of the threesome in the middle of the floor. His thumb pressed her sensitive clit. As Sandy screamed out her climax and the woman in the threesome cried out her orgasm, Lanie felt her release explode, her cunt gripping Cody’s fingers as if she’d never let go.
At last, he moved them slowly from her slick flesh and shifted her so her cunt was pressed against his thigh. Planting his hands on her waist, he moved her gently back and forth, the fine hair on his skin abrading her still quivering pussy. Her breath was choppy, her pulse skittering as it tried to settle down.
Sandy and her partners had collapsed in a heap on the floor, while Nick and his partners were twined around each other, breathing just as hard as Lanie was. Her somewhat glazed eyes roamed the room, and she saw things that hadn’t reached her consciousness before-a couple in a large chair with the man’s cock in the woman’s pussy and his hands gripping her breasts; a tall man splayed on one end of the couch, his hips still twitching as a naked blonde licked the tip of his penis. And others, in similar situations.
“Too much for you?” Cody asked.
“N…no.” She gripped his leg with her thighs. “Not at all.”
“Good.” His voice dropped. “I want to follow your signals, Lanie. I want this to be more than one night at a party for us, so you just tell me if you don’t like something, okay?”
She could hardly believe what she was hearing. She searched his face for some kind of clue that it was all blue smoke, but the heat and desire in his eyes told her differently.
He lifted her up. “Come on, then. The next act will start in a minute.”
“Next act?”
“You’ll see.”
Even in his most erotic dreams, Cody hadn’t imagined how good Lanie would feel in his hands. Her skin was like the finest silk, her pussy like wet, expensive satin. He’d told himself to go slowly easing her out of her clothes, but once he’d had her in his lap, he couldn’t wait to touch her naked flesh. He’d been as casual about it as he could, watching her reaction to what was taking place, looking for signals that she was turned off or uncomfortable.
His heart had kicked into overdrive and his cock had hardened like steel when he’d seen how fascinated she was. And when she didn’t object to anything he did, he had to beat back the urge to fuck her right there in the chair.
Oh, he was ready for her, already wearing a condom he’d rolled on before she arrived. But this wasn’t a woman he could rush. Or wanted to. The minute he slid his fingers inside her wet, tight cunt he’d known he was lost. Sex with her would be better than anything he’d ever experienced. If he made it that good for her, he could bind her to him, tempt her with sex to explore other facets of a relationship. Maybe even…
No! Don’t go there! At least not yet.
But however he dressed it up, he wanted this woman badly and not just for tonight. It would be up to him to convince her to take the chance.
He wondered how she’d react to the next activity she’d be watching. Turned off or turned on? Shucking his shorts and kicking them to the side, he took her hand and led her to the pool area.
Chapter Three
They were in Cody’s enormous pool. The familiar raucous music blared from the outdoor speakers and everyone-every single person-was completely naked. Somewhere between the house and the deck, Cody had stripped off his shorts. Now he stood behind Lanie in the shallow end of the pool, his large hands cupping her breasts and his thick erection prodding at her backside insistently. The orgasm on his lap, rather than relieving her, had aroused her even more. She leaned back against him, still amazed she was here. With him.
It’s just one night. Don’t start pulling out all those romantic dreams.
Still, if tonight was her best chance to start something with him, she was definitely taking it. A shiver of anticipation skated through her.
Watching everyone, she felt as if she’d been dropped into the middle of an erotic house party. Oh, wait. That’s exactly what this was. Everywhere people engaged in various sexual activities, in couples or threesomes. But what really drew her attention was the scene in front of her on the pool deck. Two women were lying back on pool cushions, feet settled flat on the fabric and knees wide apart. A man stood before each woman, planted between her thighs, each holding a thick dildo over his head. Steve, apparently refreshed from his recent coupling, stood naked between them holding what looked like a timer over his head. His cock stood straight out like a lance ready to pierce a shield.