Bought (His For A Week)

She gasped when his hand, still on top of hers, forced her to squeeze her breast. Kimani closed her eyes, preferring not to see Jake, who had positioned Claire on her knees, inserting himself from behind. She pictured herself in Claire’s place, between Ryan’s thighs. Could she go down on another woman? Would she want to? Maybe not in real life because she didn’t know Ryan well enough, but maybe in a fantasy? Sometimes the fantasy was more titillating than reality.

“Are you imagining it?” Ben asked, his voice low and husky.

She nodded, then started when his forefinger joined hers, teasing her clit. His finger dipped lower and connected with wetness. How had that happened? Maybe it was the sights, sounds and scents of arousal all around her. It was contagious.

What was that challenge he had mentioned?

When he touched her like that, she couldn’t think straight. So much for being enlightened. Maybe she wasn’t so different from the other women?

No, she was different. Because she wasn’t here for sex or money or to realize some fictional romance. She was here to get the scoop on the sordid world of the Scarlet Auction. And in order to do that, she just had to find a way to get back on that cliff.

CHAPTER TWENTY

To Ben’s disappointment, her body tensed, but not in a good way. With her wedged between his legs, her back resting against him, he had sensed it all too easily. She had been succumbing to arousal, losing her inhibitions in present company, but some thought had run through her head, interrupting the more primal desires of her body.

His hardened cock was going crazy being so near her without penetrating, but he wasn’t going to give up easily. He was looking forward to proving her wrong.

“Hey, how about we have Slut #2 and #4 take a turn putting on a show?” Jake asked as he thrust his hips into Claire, who was bent over and still trying to attend to Ryan.

Claire and Ryan were a pretty sight, but nowhere near as hot as the vision of Kimani going down on another woman. For a brief moment, Ben entertained the idea.

“I like my pet where she is,” he replied. If he was going to make Kimani perform oral sex, it was not going to be because Jake wanted it.

Jason let out a loud grunt as he came with Lisa sitting atop him. He shook as if having a seizure. Derek followed shortly after, and Jake went back to pounding Claire to seek his own release. Claire wasn’t able to keep up with the cunnilingus, so Ryan took matters into her own hand, literally.

“Do you want to come, too?” Ben asked softly to Kimani.

“I’m fine,” she replied.

She didn’t sound completely fine, but

he let it go. After Jake finished, most of the men lay in a post-coital stupor. Claire nestled herself next to Jake, a pensive look on her face. Lisa was examining her nails. Ben shook his head. He’d have to have a talk with Jason about pleasuring women.

Turning back to Kimani, he placed his leg, bent, on the seating, pulling her leg along, spreading her. She gasped.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“It’s...people...” she replied, trying to set her leg back down.

But he held her in place. “You’re fingering yourself, and they can see.”

Ryan was rubbing herself furiously and making enough noise to draw everyone’s attention.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never exposed your pussy?” Ben asked.

“To boyfriends and my gynecologist.”

“So you’ve never had group sex?”

“No.”

“Witnessed it?”

“I’ve seen a lot of people make out, especially in college, at parties. My freshman-year roommate had a lot of boyfriends. They sometimes slept over, and I would wake up in the middle of the night to hear them going at it. But I didn’t look. I’d rather—maybe when we’re back in the cabin—”

“Shhh. I want you to close your eyes.”

She hesitated.