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Author: Ophelia Bell
tonight.
He placed a hand gently on her knee and bent close to whisper in her ear. “I’d like to let her watch, first, while I make love to you. Then I’d like to watch you with her.” He slowly slid his palm up her thigh until his thumb pressed softly against the crotch of her jeans. The damp heat was as unmistakable as the pleasant pulse her aura gave when he pressed a little harder.
“Oh,” Gwen said in a breathy voice. “I’m … All right. Yes.”
The bartender’s voice reached him. “You’re a little bit of a perv, aren’t you?”
“Not at all. I just enjoy pleasing women. The more, the better.”
“Do you think you can handle two?”
“I’m certain of it,” he said, sliding his thumb in a hard stroke down between Gwen’s legs, enjoying the way her aura brightened along with the flush of her cheeks.
“Well, I don’t get off for another hour, but I’ll accept your challenge as long as she’s on board. And if not … well then, more for me. My name’s Cassie, by the way.” She gave them both a cocky smirk and sauntered off.
Skye withdrew his hand from Gwen’s crotch and swallowed his whiskey. She let out an audible sigh beside him and shakily picked up her own drink, tossing it back quickly.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she said. “With another woman, I mean.”
“Have you been with two men before?” he asked, merely out of curiosity and to continue their conversation down a more direct path. He loved women who knew what they wanted.
“No. The kinkiest thing I ever did was …” She lowered her eyes and waved her hand. “You’ll think it’s dumb.”
“Trust me, nothing about sex is ‘dumb’ to me. And we have time until Cassie can leave, so spill it.”
She darted a shy gaze at him and opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
“How about I tell you mine first?” he asked. When she nodded, he went on, trying to think of the least shocking thing he’d done that she might still believe. “Well, I enjoy sex with both men and women. And I’ve been with both at the same time before.”
Gwen cleared her throat. In a shy whisper she said, “Seems like that could get complicated.”
“Not really. More than three can be tricky to manage, but I’m good at directing.”
Her eyes widened. “Wait, you don’t mean that literally, do you? Like movies?”
“Oh. No. I prefer the real thing. And I prefer to be the one giving you the orgasms. But now it’s your turn.”
He waited patiently, watching the way her aura flickered between intense embarrassment and vivid excitement.
“I once let a guy lick my … my …” Her voice lowered and she leaned in to whisper the word in his ear.
He’d had women say the word to him out loud before, but usually the context was a bit different. Having a pretty woman he was expecting to bed before the night was out lean in and whisper “asshole” in a sultry, lust-infused voice made his cock so hard he feared he’d ripped a seam.
“Hmm, and did you like it?” he asked in a low, suggestive tone. He barely managed to contain the strained need in his voice.
“Oh, yes.”
Skye looked at his watch and then at Cassie across the bar. She was squatted down, fishing a bottle of something out of a cooler. Her shirt had ridden up, showing off the lacy strip of a thong that tapered down between her ass cheeks. He’d be willing to bet she liked that kind of thing, too. His tongue tingled when he thought of the workout it would get tonight. Keeping Gwen primed until the three of them could leave was his priority.
“Did he make you come?”
Gwen flushed. Her lips pressed together tightly. She shot her eyes at him, they were a little wild and he could sense her pulse racing.
“No … I …” she paused and her face scrunched up prettily. “I’ve never done … that.”
“Never done what?” He restrained himself from releasing his breath and sending it deep into her psyche to compel her to divulge her
He placed a hand gently on her knee and bent close to whisper in her ear. “I’d like to let her watch, first, while I make love to you. Then I’d like to watch you with her.” He slowly slid his palm up her thigh until his thumb pressed softly against the crotch of her jeans. The damp heat was as unmistakable as the pleasant pulse her aura gave when he pressed a little harder.
“Oh,” Gwen said in a breathy voice. “I’m … All right. Yes.”
The bartender’s voice reached him. “You’re a little bit of a perv, aren’t you?”
“Not at all. I just enjoy pleasing women. The more, the better.”
“Do you think you can handle two?”
“I’m certain of it,” he said, sliding his thumb in a hard stroke down between Gwen’s legs, enjoying the way her aura brightened along with the flush of her cheeks.
“Well, I don’t get off for another hour, but I’ll accept your challenge as long as she’s on board. And if not … well then, more for me. My name’s Cassie, by the way.” She gave them both a cocky smirk and sauntered off.
Skye withdrew his hand from Gwen’s crotch and swallowed his whiskey. She let out an audible sigh beside him and shakily picked up her own drink, tossing it back quickly.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she said. “With another woman, I mean.”
“Have you been with two men before?” he asked, merely out of curiosity and to continue their conversation down a more direct path. He loved women who knew what they wanted.
“No. The kinkiest thing I ever did was …” She lowered her eyes and waved her hand. “You’ll think it’s dumb.”
“Trust me, nothing about sex is ‘dumb’ to me. And we have time until Cassie can leave, so spill it.”
She darted a shy gaze at him and opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
“How about I tell you mine first?” he asked. When she nodded, he went on, trying to think of the least shocking thing he’d done that she might still believe. “Well, I enjoy sex with both men and women. And I’ve been with both at the same time before.”
Gwen cleared her throat. In a shy whisper she said, “Seems like that could get complicated.”
“Not really. More than three can be tricky to manage, but I’m good at directing.”
Her eyes widened. “Wait, you don’t mean that literally, do you? Like movies?”
“Oh. No. I prefer the real thing. And I prefer to be the one giving you the orgasms. But now it’s your turn.”
He waited patiently, watching the way her aura flickered between intense embarrassment and vivid excitement.
“I once let a guy lick my … my …” Her voice lowered and she leaned in to whisper the word in his ear.
He’d had women say the word to him out loud before, but usually the context was a bit different. Having a pretty woman he was expecting to bed before the night was out lean in and whisper “asshole” in a sultry, lust-infused voice made his cock so hard he feared he’d ripped a seam.
“Hmm, and did you like it?” he asked in a low, suggestive tone. He barely managed to contain the strained need in his voice.
“Oh, yes.”
Skye looked at his watch and then at Cassie across the bar. She was squatted down, fishing a bottle of something out of a cooler. Her shirt had ridden up, showing off the lacy strip of a thong that tapered down between her ass cheeks. He’d be willing to bet she liked that kind of thing, too. His tongue tingled when he thought of the workout it would get tonight. Keeping Gwen primed until the three of them could leave was his priority.
“Did he make you come?”
Gwen flushed. Her lips pressed together tightly. She shot her eyes at him, they were a little wild and he could sense her pulse racing.
“No … I …” she paused and her face scrunched up prettily. “I’ve never done … that.”
“Never done what?” He restrained himself from releasing his breath and sending it deep into her psyche to compel her to divulge her