I turned toward her and lifted my lips to hers. We kissed, her mouth pressed against mine, the softness of her skin so sexy and unusual. It felt so erotic making out with another girl. Kissing a guy was always so rough and raw. There was none of that here; it was all gentle and slow. Oddly, I found it just as arousing.
Unzipping the back of my dress, I lifted it over my head as Scarlett sat down on the plush leather sofa opposite him. He was looking at me as my dress fell to the hardwood floor in a heap. From either the cool breeze sneaking through the open window, or under his gaze, I began to shiver. My nipples ached against the constriction of my bra. I longed to give myself to this man. I wanted his mouth on every inch of my body. Moving toward Scarlett, I stumbled over my heels.
She held out her hand to steady me as I sat down on her lap, one leg either side so I was straddling her, giving him a perfect view of my ass. My back was to him, but I could feel his eyes burning into me.
Scarlett lifted her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her, our lips entangling in a deep, slow kiss. With one hand holding the back of my neck, the other began to trail down my body. I moaned as her fingers moved over my strapless black bra and down past my stomach, finally resting on the damp lace fabric between my legs. I was wet. So wet. I never thought I could be this turned on by another woman, but she was beautiful, and doing this with her in front of him was almost enough to make me lose control.
I breathed in sharply as her fingers thrust inside of me, pushing aside my thong like it had no business being there. My grip on her shoulders tightened as she explored me so intimately, her eyes flashing with excitement and determination, like my pleasure was her only goal.
I moaned softly, my body jerking to the rhythm of her fingers, desperate for more of her, as much as she would give me. For a moment I almost forgot about him, but then the memory of those insanely sexy brown eyes came flooding back to me like a giant wave crashing over a bed of rocks.
“How does she feel, Scarlett? Is she wet for you?” His deep voice cut through me.
Scarlett nodded, her fingers continuing to thrust inside me as she held my gaze.
“She’s wet. She’s very wet. And so soft, too.” She bit her lip as she pull
ed me in for another kiss. A little whimper escaped from me, and all I could do was try my hardest not to scream in ecstasy as this tiny little blonde beauty with perfect little breasts finger-fucked me out of this planet with one of the hottest men I’d ever seen looking on.
Was he palming himself as he watched us? The thought of him sitting there fisting his hard cock as he watched her fingers move in and out of me had me ready to explode. I couldn’t hold on much longer, no matter how badly I wanted this feeling to last forever.
And then it happened. I began to orgasm. A strangled cry escaped from my lips as I wrapped my arms around her neck, my pussy begging her fingers to delve deeper.
“Keep going, yes,” I cried as her fingers circled around my clit. I wanted more, and I needed her to stop. I couldn’t handle it, but oh God, how I needed it. Clenching my thighs, I forced her to finish, every part of me throbbing, aching.
Holy fuck, that was incredible. I fell onto my back, my head resting on the arm of the sofa, and my legs sprawled out over Scarlett. I met his gaze. His eyes burned into mine, a look of longing etched across his beautiful face. My eyes traveled downward to the huge bulge in his pants. I was surprised. He’d sat there that entire time and not gotten himself off.
I smiled lazily at him as Scarlett’s fingers trailed over my legs, the pressure of her nails on my skin almost bringing me to another orgasm. He watched me intensely as I played with my nipples, trying to make him squirm. He held his own, though, his left eyebrow lifting as a sly grin spread across his mouth.
“Scarlett. You can go now.” She stood up and nodded, quickly dressing. I looked from her and back to him, almost in awe at the allure of mystery he oozed. He intimidated me. I was used to men falling at my feet, but he was different. He made me feel less in control than I needed to be.
Scarlett scampered out of the room, leaving me alone with him. He walked over to me, his fingers running down my collarbone and over my panties. I breathed in sharply. Why did he have such an effect on me? He’d barely touched me, yet this was the most sensual experience of my entire life.
“So,” I asked, slipping my dress back over my head. “Are you going to tell me what all this was about?”
“What do you mean? You looked like a girl who was after a little fun, so I provided you with some entertainment.” He smirked. I was more turned on than I had been with almost any other guy in my life, and he had barely put a hand on me.
“Hmm, I think I was the one providing the entertainment.” I grinned. “And it looked to me that I wasn’t the only one getting a little excited.” I made a point of glancing downward.
He laughed and shook his head. “What can I say? I appreciate the female form. What man wouldn’t be turned on watching two women? But this wasn’t about me, Beth.” God, the way he said my name made my knees weak. “Let me take you home,” he murmured, reaching for my hand.
Holy mother of God. Had he felt that or was it just me? Maybe it was the alcohol. I was pretty buzzed. I nodded mutely. It seemed I’d lost the ability to speak in his presence.
In the back of my mind, I told myself that letting some guy I’d only just met drive me home from a club may not have been the smartest move, especially after Ivan, but my mind wasn’t really in control of me right now.
If it were, it would be screaming, “How does he know your name?”
Right at this moment, those mesmerizing brown eyes had full control over me.
Chapter Two
Beth
He pulled up outside my house, waiting for me to open the gates before completing the drive up to the front door. Thinking back, alarm bells should’ve been ringing—this guy knew my address—but the events of the evening were still playing over and over in my mind, and that tiny warning slipped from my thoughts like a speck of dust lost in a windstorm.
“Thanks for the lift,” I whispered, not ready to move. His head cocked to the side and he stared at me, his hand working its way over to my thigh. I breathed in sharply, my skin tingling.
Please kiss me.