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  “People would see,” she responded, not amazed at the jolt of realization that coursed through her and landed in the juncture of her thighs. People watching her have sex. She barely held back a whimper thinking of it.

  Donovan noticed. “Oh, I think you’d like that. You want people to see me pound my cock into you. To see me lapping at your pussy, suckling up all your juices. You’d like that a lot.”

  He tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth and demonstrated what he’d do to her. “It’d make you so hot if people watched. What if I used a dildo and fucked your ass while I licked you. What if they watched and told me when to go faster and when to slow down?”

  She writhed against him, needing him to make her come. Dear God, she was spiraling out of control with no hope of regaining it.

  “Works better with your clothes off, Donovan,” a sexy redhead came up behind him and patted him on the ass. “Just dropping off the mail and ad copy.” She winked at Kyla.

  Kyla wriggled, this time to get down. Donovan laughed. “Nice going, Chelsea. Scare her off.”

  Emotion swirled around Kyla. She wasn’t sure what to think. Her face was hot, her body still on fire from Donovan’s attention. Who was this woman? She glanced up to see Chelsea pulling out her keys and opening the apartment. That was a bucket of ice water over her head if she ever felt one. Kyla gathered up her purse and was about ready to make a run for it when Chelsea turned around.

  “Oh, don’t worry about me, dear. I’m happily married, though Donovan does come to play with us from time to time, don’t you?” She fluttered her eyelashes at him.

  Way out of her league. Way. What was she thinking? No, she wasn’t thinking.

  Donovan leaned down and whispered something to the redhead.

  “Ohhhh!” she squealed. “A threesome? Now that I would be more than willing to help you with. She’s a beaut, isn’t she? And if you had her up against the door before you even made it in, she’s definitely a passionate one.”

  Kyla’s knees shook, her mind processing the invitation that had just been issued. “I-I…”

  “Never done one before? It’s okay, we’re good teachers.”

  Before Kyla could react, she was once again grasped by the wrist and pulled into the apartment.

  Chapter Six

  Food absolutely has its place in the bedroom. A nice sized cucumber, pared smooth, makes a fabulous dildo. A carrot, when shaped correctly, is great for introducing anal play. But there’s nothing better than strawberries rubbed up and down a lover’s pussy. Strawberries and cream. I’m hungry for them just thinking about it. Chocolate drizzled on a lover and licked up with great care can be fun. Once I popped a piece of chocolate inside my lover’s pussy and let it melt. Then I fucked her and made her lick the excess chocolate and her cream off my cock. Damn, that was sweet…

  “C’mere, sweetheart. You are not allowed to be scared.”

  Kyla wasn’t scared. She was excited. Nervous, unsure and practically hyperventilating at the idea of having this sexy woman and Donovan. “I’m…not.”

  “It’s all about you. Don’t you worry about a thing. We’ll have you screaming for people you haven’t met yet. Then maybe we’ll bring them in and make them watch as we make you come some more.”

  Her knees about gave in. It was all she could do to stand there and watch as Chelsea’s fingers reached for the front of her blouse and began unbuttoning. “Don, dear, why don’t you get the bed set up and get out of your clothes. Got anything good in the fridge? You know I love food with my sex.”

  Donovan waggled his eyebrows at Kyla and disappeared around a half-wall.

  “Don’t be afraid. Have you ever kissed a woman before?”

  Kyla shook her head. She’d fantasized about it. Imagined how it would be—and suddenly she was experiencing it—the soft lips against hers, the press of a woman’s curves on her body. Chelsea wasn’t as demanding as Donovan, but her kisses reignited the flame that had turned to a low simmer, fanning them with delicate strokes of her tongue until Kyla thought she’d combust.

  “Oh yeah,” Chelsea said, licking her lips and looking Kyla up and down. “I’m gonna like this.”

  Kyla stood there while Chelsea undressed her. She tried to help, even tried to reach for the other woman, needing another kiss, or to reciprocate and help to remove her clothing, but she stopped her.

  “Let me.”

  The cool air of the room was a welcome sensation against her heated flesh. As her shirt, then bra fell away, she felt lightheaded. Was this really happening to her? Donovan came back in the room and stepped behind her. His hands cupped her breasts, the light touch almost painful on the tight peaks. He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger just as Chelsea’s hands slid beneath the waistband and pulled down, taking her pants and panties to the floor. The motion left Kyla’s damp pussy exposed to the air.

  “Oh, damn you’re wet.” Chelsea breath feathered against her thighs, making her shiver.

  Kyla bucked when Chelsea’s finger slipped between her pussy lips and prodded her slit. When the woman slipped her fingers into her mouth and closed her eyes, Kyla was thankful for Donovan behind her to hold her up. At the rate she was going, she’d orgasm before the pair of them even got undressed.

  The pressure on her nipples continued. Each tug, each point of pleasure-pain shot spikes of awareness straight to her cunt. Chelsea didn’t touch her again, to her disappointment, but caressed Kyla’s ankles as she helped her out of her clothes.

  Donovan shed his clothes behind her, and they both watched Chelsea slip out of her sundress.

  Kyla had never been this close to a naked woman—at least in a sexual sense. Chelsea had full, upturned breasts with rosy nipples. They were pierced, a small hoop through each one and a chain running between them. Her navel was also pierced. A pair of chains trailed down between her thighs. Kyla stared, turned on by the erotic picture it made. She’d never felt such desire for a woman, but wanted to touch her, to explore her body and the decorations that adorned it.

  Chelsea was probably used to the reaction. She smoothed her hand over her nipples, making the chain jingle lightly. Kyla licked her lips, nearly moaning as Donovan reached from behind her and touched her breasts, circling her nipples in the same pattern Chelsea used on herself.

  The other woman’s hand slid lower, over the chains that led to her pussy. Kyla whimpered, straining back against Donovan, moaning when her ass came in contact with his hard cock. She wriggled against him, wishing she could reach between her legs and position him at the opening of her pussy. What she wouldn’t give to have him fuck her from behind as she watched this woman pleasure herself. Maybe she could kiss her again. Touch her breasts. Taste her breasts. Taste her—

  Donovan’s hand slid between her thighs and spread her pussy. With his thumb on the nub of her clit, he entered her with two fingers and vibrated them until she nearly fell with the force of her orgasm.

  “Let me.” Kyla heard the female voice, but the spasms that rocked her body stole her ability to know what was happening to her. Suddenly, a warm breath hit her cunt, then a hot, moist tongue laved over her clit.

  She cried out, slave to the sensation that poured over her. Donovan held her upright as Chelsea’s magic mouth pulled her right back to the edge of oblivion, then sent her sailing.

  Her orgasm tore from her, shudders racking her body. “That’s a girl,” Donovan whispered. “Look down. Watch her. Watch her as she licks up all your sweet cream. I love the sight of a woman’s face buried in another woman’s cunt. God, is that hot.”

  Kyla couldn’t speak. She wasn’t sure she could feel anything but the pleasure that shocked her body. Before the waves of one orgasm left her body, Chelsea’s tongue had her on the edge of another.

  “My turn,” Donovan said. “Let’s go to the bed.”

  He picked Kyla up and carried her. “What do you want?” He asked her as he sat her down on the edge of the bed.

  “You.” She reached f
or his cock. He was huge, hard and proud. The tip glistened with pre-come. She bent to lick it off, but he stopped her.

  “I want to see you lick Chelsea. Will you do that?”

  Kyla’s pussy spasmed at the thought. But she wanted Donovan buried inside her.

  “While you fuck me?”

  Donovan threw back his head and laughed, then lowered his head and caught Kyla’s mouth in a kiss she felt all the way to her toes.

  “What’d you have in mind?”

  Kyla eyed Chelsea’s body, flushed and perfect, then Donovan’s, all hard planes and masculine sex. She would have both. Oh God. “You from behind.” She pointed at Donovan with newly found confidence, then Chelsea. “You beneath me.”

  Donovan reached into a drawer and pulled out a foil packet as Kyla climbed onto the bed. Despite the scorching orgasms she’d just had, her body hummed with the need for more, more…and so much more.

  “Are you game for a sixty-nine?” Chelsea asked, climbing onto the center of the bed beside Kyla and reaching for her breast. Her finger slid back and forth over the nipple. Kyla lifted her hand, then dropped it.

  “Please. Touch me. Touch me the way you want to.”

  Kyla needed nothing more. She was aware of Donovan standing at the edge of the bed, watching. That just turned her on even more. Still, she was hesitant as she touched the soft skin. So like her own, so unlike the hard planes of a man. Chelsea tilted her head back, closed her eyes and sighed as Kyla’s fingers explored her breasts, lightly tracing the hoops piercing them.

  “Tug. Just lightly. She loves that.”

  Kyla didn’t turn toward Donovan, but listened to his command. Chelsea moaned and gasped. Moving on instinct, she leaned forward and took one of the rosy peaks into her mouth. Need slammed into her pussy once again. But she ignored it as she licked Chelsea’s breast, amazed at the taste of the stainless nipple ring and sweetness of her skin mixing in her mouth. After she’d teased one, she latched on to the other. Chelsea’s hands slid up into her hair and held her there.

  “Do it,” Donovan told her. “Make love to her.”

  Kyla couldn’t stop. Desire was her master, and she was the willing slave. She pushed Chelsea until she lay back in the sea of thick blankets and then Kyla draped her body onto Chelsea’s. With her tongue, she flicked the nipple until Chelsea whimpered and pushed her off. “Lower,” she gasped.

  Kyla was happy to oblige. Her body was on fire.

  She felt the bed shift as Donovan crawled up behind her, but didn’t look. Instead, she kissed and licked her way down the woman’s flat stomach, stopping to tease the jeweled ring at her navel.

  Kyla backed up and looked down. The thin silver chain led straight to Chelsea’s pussy, connecting to small hoops there. Remembering the way the she liked the slight tug on her breasts, Kyla shifted the chains.

  Chelsea bucked up, giving Kyla a view of her bare cunt. It glistened with arousal and the musky smell fogged any thought. She lowered her head and pressed her mouth to the woman’s clit.

  Chelsea shuddered beneath her. Behind her, Donovan growled and gripped Kyla’s hips, forcing her up onto her knees. She lapped at Chelsea’s pussy as Donovan pressed two fingers into her, stretching her. She arched back against him, once more amazed at the dual sensations heightening every touch, every scent, sound and taste.

  She took her mouth lower, fucking Chelsea with her tongue as Donovan entered her. She squeezed her eyes shut, determined to hold on to her sanity at the welcome invasion. Chelsea’s cream flooded her face as she licked and sucked in time with Donovan’s thrusts. Chelsea rolled her hips toward Kyla’s mouth, rocking her clit against her tongue. “Faster,” she cried as she reached up and held Kyla’s head against her pussy. “Suck. Suck it. Oh God. Oh God.”

  Donovan leaned over and pinched Kyla’s nipples as she fucked Chelsea with her tongue and sucked her clit. The fullness in her own pussy was almost to the breaking point, yet she pushed back against him, wanting him in her—all of him.

  “Wait,” Donovan gasped out. He lifted Chelsea’s hand off Kyla’s head. Kyla wasn’t ready to stop. She wanted this woman to come—she wanted to make her come.

  “Chelsea, turn around. I want you to lick Kyla as I fuck her. Sixty-nine her as I pound into her. Make her come when you do.”

  Donovan had stopped thrusting. Kyla felt him pulse deep inside her. She loved the feel of him, so full, so thick. He teased Kyla’s breasts as Chelsea positioned herself beneath Kyla, her head between Kyla’s spread knees, her pussy in line with Kyla’s mouth.

  The scent of sex made resuming the onslaught no problem. When Chelsea’s tongue traced up her pussy with Donovan’s cock sliding in and out, she nearly came. Her only salvation was concentrating on the pussy before her.

  She liked the new angle. She used the flat of her tongue against Chelsea’s clit, pushing and rubbing until Chelsea arched up against her mouth. She tasted her up and down, nearly to her puckered asshole, then pressing her tongue as far as she could into Chelsea’s pussy.

  “Here,” Donovan said. He pressed something long and hard against Kyla’s hand. She fisted it, realizing right away what it was. Donovan thrust into her slow and even while Chelsea licked and sucked her clit. When the warm mouth left her pussy and Donovan moaned and clenched her hips tight, she could only imagine what Chelsea was doing to him.

  But she had something for the woman who gave her pleasure. She propped herself on one arm and pressed the dildo against Chelsea’s cunt. The woman gasped and shifted her hips, as if reaching for the rubber cock.

  “Fuck her. Fuck her hard and fast, like I’m going to do to you.”

  Kyla obeyed, using her tongue to vibrate Chelsea’s clit as she pushed the fake cock into her pussy. The woman writhed beneath her, but she moved with her, moving the dildo in and out of her at an increasing speed. Donovan sped up. Chelsea’s mouth continued its onslaught on her clit and she fucked Chelsea with the dildo as hard and fast as she dared, pushing it deep within her and then nearly all the way back out before going in again.

  Chelsea came first, her wail turning into a scream as she bucked and shook. Kyla fucked her until the spasms ended. Chelsea reached down then, pushing the dildo deep inside her. “Your turn,” she said, her breath coming in gasps.

  It didn’t stop her from putting her mouth against Kyla’s pussy and continuing the onslaught. With her free hands, she tugged at Kyla’s nipples. Donovan continued to fuck her, harder and harder. She arched back against him, concentrating on the feel of his cock deep within her. That thick, heavy cock buried to the hilt. A beautiful sexy woman beneath her, eating her out as she was being fucked.

  She ground her pussy back and down, loving the scrape of Chelsea’s teeth against her clit, the feel of Donovan’s balls slapping her thighs. Each stroke built the sensation higher. Each time he withdrew, she wanted to cry out at the loss, but then Chelsea’s mouth would touch her intimately and cause her to shudder. Closer. Closer to the edge.

  “Give me,” Donovan said. He reached forward, fisted both her breasts and powered into her with a force she hadn’t expected. It stole her breath, her ability to think. Chelsea replaced her tongue with her fingers, touching them everywhere, especially where her body joined with Donovan’s. He did it again, nearly knocking her down with the force of his thrust. The gasps she heard were foreign, the thunder in her head blurring everything but the pleasure radiating from her cunt. Again, he drove her higher, splintering her into pieces of light and sound. She heard the cry, didn’t recognize it. Her body exploded into pleasure from somewhere inside. It spiraled through her, stealing everything.

  Then Donovan roared. His fingers cut into her flesh, but it only enhanced the sensation. The throb between her legs quickened, then slowly abated.

  Chapter Seven

  Anal play. Do I love it? Hell fucking yeah! Give me a woman with a well shaped ass, let me bend her over and bury my cock in that tight hole. I like it even better when her pussy is filled too, be it another c
ock or a dildo. I even like anal play myself and have no qualms about taking it from another man in a group setting, especially if I’ve got a woman under me sixty-nine style with my cock in her mouth.

  Chelsea was gone when Kyla came out of the bathroom. At Donovan’s insistence, she’d showered and wrapped herself in one of Donovan’s plush robes. Belatedly she wondered just how many woman had walked through that door and been treated to a piece of carnal heaven. Not that she believed he felt anything for her. Of course not, they’d technically only met a few hours before.

  “Hey, gorgeous.”

  She graced him with a smile, hating the doubt she felt. Still, she wandered over to where he sat at the computer, toying with the lettering of an ad.

  “Do you do everything?”

  “In bed, you betcha. For the magazine, no way. I tinker with the ads if they need it and write my columns. We all proofread one another’s stuff before they hit final copy editor.”

  “Is all the stuff you write true?”

  He pushed his chair back and pulled her down on his lap. “It’s never all true, but it’s always true.”

  “So you’ll write about what happened today.”

  “I’m sure I will.” He pressed a kiss to her neck. “That was incredible. But only you and Chelsea will know. You won’t be named, your description will never give you away.”

  She swallowed and nodded.

  “Does that bother you?”

  “Oh, no,” she responded. “I figured that was the whole reason for it.” She looked at the screen again, seeing how trivial sex was portrayed.

  “Sex is the reason for sex, sugar. Now…” he pulled her face down to his and laid a kiss on her mouth. “Where’s that rose?”

  She closed her fist on that tiny wish that she could meet a man who found something more profound in the act of sex than the physical release. She should be glad she had found Donovan, who at least for today would provide her with some of the best sexual experiences of her life.