Thirteen

Sloan grinned. “That’s more like it. Now let’s go entertain our guest.”

Janine started to slip the coat off.

“No. Leave it on.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“What? A good idea’s a good idea,” he said.

She laughed, then followed him from the room.

As they walked into the living room, Derek turned his gaze to Janine.

“Janine, this is my friend Derek. You’ll be entertaining both of us this evening.”

“Yes, Master,” she said.

Derek grinned.

Janine crossed to the dance pole Sloan had set up in the corner for this evening. She grabbed it with one hand and twirled around it, sending her coat flaring. Standing behind the pole, she flicked open the single button she’d fastened, then teasingly revealed a long, luscious leg. She twirled around the pole to put her back toward them, then eased the coat down, revealing her lovely shoulders. She peered over one shoulder and smiled at them, then turned to face them again. She held the coat closed over her breasts, then swayed her shoulders and hips from side to side as she eased the coat down slowly, revealing more and more skin. Finally, she let it slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor, leaving her standing in her red lace bra, thong, and black stockings.

She kicked the coat away as she walked around the pole, then faced them again, leaning back against the metal and hugging her body, pushing her breasts together tightly. Sloan’s cock twitched—as he was sure Derek’s did, too—at the sight of her breasts threatening to pop out of the bra. She swayed back and forth, then turned around and, gazing over her shoulder again, unfastened the bra. The straps fell from her shoulders, and she slipped her arms free. She faced them, holding the bra against herself, then squeezed her breasts together. She glided the bra down, allowing one nipple to peek over the top of the fabric, then the other. Finally, she tossed the bra aside.

“Very nice, Janine. Now go get us some water.”

“Water?”

He stifled a grin. Of course she’d be surprised he wanted her to bring water instead of beer or wine.

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you questioning an order?”

“No, Master.”

“Good. There’s a pitcher of ice water on the counter.”

She turned around and headed into the kitchen, then returned carrying a tray with three ice-filled glasses and the full pitcher he’d set out a few minutes earlier. As she leaned over to place it on the table, her breasts swayed enticingly in front of them. Sloan longed to reach out and cup one. To feel the soft mound in his hand.

The ice cubes tinkled against the pitcher as she filled each glass.

“Fine. Now come over here,” Sloan said.

She stood in front of him and he stroked along the top of her thong, then dipped his finger under the elastic. He tugged the fabric downward, slowly revealing first the little star shape of her golden pubic hair, then her delightfully shaved pussy. He slipped the thong the rest of the way down and she stepped out of it. He dragged his finger over the little fuzzy star.

“Lovely. Now take your glass and sit in the chair over there.”

He’d set an armchair across the room where it was easy to view from the couch and chairs. She picked up her glass and walked to the chair. Sloan’s gaze locked on her swaying ass. She sat down, took a sip from her glass, then set it on the small table he’d placed next to the chair.

“Now hook your legs over the armrests.”

“Yes, Master.”

Both he and Derek watched her as she opened her stocking-clad legs and hooked her knees over the armrests. Sloan couldn’t pry his gaze from her naked pussy.

“Lovely. Now I want you to take a cube of ice from your glass and stroke it over your breasts.”

She smiled, then dipped her fingers into the icy water and drew out an ice cube. She brought it to her face, water dripping from her fingers and down her chest, and licked the cube. As her tongue lapped out and stroked the hard, slippery cube, Sloan’s cock hardened.

Slowly, she drew the cube down her chest, then over her breast. When she dragged it over the aureola, her nipple hardened immediately. Then she glided it to her other nipple and stroked it with the ice. That one also thrust forward at the cold. Water dribbled down her flesh, dripping over her breast.

The doorbell rang.

Janine hesitated as she glanced at the door, then her gaze shot to Sloan.

“I’ll get it.” Derek got up and headed for the door.

Janine dropped the ice cube back into the glass, then drew her legs from the armrest and stood up. Derek now stood at the door.

“I didn’t say to move,” Sloan said as she grabbed her coat. “Now sit back down.”

She dropped her coat and sat down again.

“Legs back on the armrests.”

She did as she was told, her gaze nervously shooting to the door.

Derek opened the door a little, then turned back to them. “It’s the pizza guy.”

“Let him in.” Sloan smiled as Janine’s eyes grew wide.

Derek swung open the door and stepped back.

*   *   *

Janine had to stop herself from racing for the coat and covering herself, or at the very least closing her thighs and covering her breasts. What had gotten into Sloan?

Her cheeks turned crimson as a man carrying a pizza box stepped through the doorway, then closed the door behind him. Then her gaze slid to his face, expecting to see a googly-eyed stranger, but instead she saw a familiar face. Liam.

“I thought you couldn’t make it tonight,” she said.

When she’d asked Sloan if he would invite Liam tonight, he’d told her Liam wasn’t available. She’d wondered if Sloan just didn’t want Liam around her. She knew she’d pushed his buttons by inviting Liam to join them for the day after their incredible stranger fantasy, and Sloan had definitely been a bit jealous of the other man, but it seemed Sloan was handling it better than she thought.

Liam’s gaze fell on her breasts, then glided down her torso, to her exposed folds.

He grinned. “The pizza man is always available for delivery, ma’am.”

Sloan stood up and pulled out his wallet and peered inside. “Hmm. I was sure I had enough money for the pizza. What about you, Derek?”

Derek shook his head. “I didn’t bring any cash with me.”

Liam glanced from Derek to Sloan, his eyebrows raised.

“We don’t have any money, but”—Sloan glanced toward Janine—“I’m sure Janine would be willing to pay you.”

Liam gazed at Janine again. “The young lady doesn’t seem to have any money on her.”

“I wasn’t thinking of money,” Sloan said.

“Really?” Liam thrust the pizza box into Derek’s hands.

He walked toward her, his gaze on her thrusting nipples. He stood in front of her and stroked her shoulder, then down her chest to her breasts.

He cupped it and squeezed. “Gorgeous.”

He stroked both her breasts, then teased her nipples, sending tingles dancing through her straight from the tips of her breasts to her vagina.

“This certainly is my lucky day,” Liam said.

Crouching in front of her, he gazed at her exposed pussy. Then he glided his fingers downward and stroked her slit.

“I don’t know what you guys were doing before I got here, but she’s wet and ready.”

He stood up and unzipped his jeans, then brought out his big, erect cock. He stepped close to her and held it in his hand, the tip only inches from her face.

She leaned forward and licked his big cockhead. Then she stroked it with her fingertips. He released it and she wrapped her fingers around it, then stroked forward and back a couple of times.

“Your cock is so big and hard.”

He chuckled.

She wrapped her lips around it and drew it into her mouth. Her other hand scooped his balls and fondled them while she glided down on his big cock, taking it deep into her mouth. She stroked and sucked and squeezed his balls. He groaned in appreciation. A quick glance to the other men and she saw they’d taken out their own cocks and were stroking them. She glided one hand around behind him and cupped his hard, firm butt. The feel of his erection in her mouth, and knowing Derek and Sloan were turned-on by watching her, aroused her immensely.

She drew back, her mouth squeezing Liam as she moved, her hand firmly around his shaft at the base. She swirled her tongue around his cockhead, then dove down on him again, taking him all the way. He groaned and his fingers raked through her long hair. She bobbed up and down, sucking and squeezing, cradling his balls in her hand. They grew firm and he stiffened, then groaned his release as he erupted into her mouth. She stroked his muscular butt as he twitched to completion, then drew back. He grinned down at her and winked.

“That was great. I’ll deliver pizza here anytime.” Liam caressed her breast, then tucked his spent cock into his pants and zipped up.

Sloan walked toward her and handed her a piece of pizza on a paper plate. She took it and began to eat, her legs still resting on the armrests, leaving her totally exposed. Liam grabbed a piece of pizza and sat on the couch with the other two men, all gazing at her open legs as they ate. Derek put down his empty plate and walked toward the kitchen.

Sloan’s hot gaze on her melting slit sent her hormones spiraling through her.

The doorbell rang again.

Janine sent Sloan a questioning glance.

“Janine, rest your hands on your knees … and widen your legs a little.” Sloan walked toward the door.

Okay, he expected her to stay put. Could it be that it was Jonas this time? But she was certain Derek had said Jonas wouldn’t be in town this weekend.

Would Sloan really open the door to a stranger with her sitting here naked and fully exposed like this?

He opened the door and peered out. “Ah, the beer man.” He swung the door wide and Derek stood on the doorstep, holding a case of beer.

Derek must have slipped out the back door from the kitchen.

Sloan let him in and closed the door. Derek set the case of beer on the floor.

“Sorry, I have no money to pay, but”—Sloan glanced toward Janine—“you might be interested in an alternate form of payment.”

Derek’s eyes twinkled as he glanced at Janine and feigned surprise at seeing a naked woman blatantly exposing herself across the room.

“I’m in.” Derek tore open the top of the beer case and pulled one out, then strode toward her.

He opened the brown bottle and took a swig as his hot gaze raked over her. He placed the bottle on the side table, then crouched in front of her and cupped her breasts. His right hand was cold, and her nipple peaked against his palm. He picked up the bottle again and touched it to the tip of her nipple. The nipple nearly exploded with sensation as the stinging cold sent hot tingles through her. He dragged the bottle across her chest to her other breast and then over the nipple. Need quivered through her.

He leaned forward and took one cold nipple into his hot mouth. She nearly cried out at the intense sensation. He sucked and she dropped her head back and moaned. The cold bottle touched her skin again as he dragged it down her stomach, then pressed it against her hot, moist flesh. She moaned again. He stroked it up and down her slit. Cold, moist glass against her hot, soft opening.

His finger found her clit and he gave it a featherlight stroke. The bottom edge of the beer bottle pushed against her opening as he continued to stroke her tiny button. She gazed across the room at Sloan with hunger in her eyes. Derek crouched down and licked the condensation, which had dripped onto her stomach from the bottle, then glided lower, the bottle still pressed against her slit. His tongue found her clit and she moaned and arched forward. He drew the bottle from her flesh and grinned. Heat suffused her once again as she watched him lick her juices from the glass. He put it down on the table again, then rested his hands on her knees and held her legs wide. He leaned forward and licked her slit, and she moaned at the incredible sensation.

He drew back and reached for the beer bottle again, then took a sip. Then he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around her clit. She gasped as cold liquid washed against her sensitive nub as he took it into his beer-filled mouth. Then he sucked and licked her. He dragged his cold lips down her slit, then covered her with his mouth and pressed his cold tongue inside her. She grabbed his head and clung to his thick black hair as he pulsed inside her. He drew back and grinned at her, then stroked her slit with two fingers and slid them inside her wet passage. She squeezed his fingers as she arched forward. He clamped his mouth over her clit and began to lick and suck as his fingers glided in and out of her. Pleasure washed through her, then sputtered out of control as an orgasm swept over her. She dropped her head back and moaned. Long and loud as he kept stroking her insides and sucking on her clit.

Finally, she slumped back, spent. He drew back and smiled, then stroked lightly over her breasts before he stood up.

“That was definitely the best payment I’ve ever had.” He crossed to the couch and sat down again.

*   *   *

Sloan couldn’t drag his gaze from Janine, her legs wide, her pussy glistening from the slickness of her arousal. Her face, as Derek had sent her to orgasm, had blossomed into a blissful expression that lit his heart. He loved seeing her in pleasure … even when it was another man giving it to her. There was an easy intimacy between Janine and Derek.

Sloan knew they weren’t in love—that was clear—but they liked each other a lot and respected each other. From what Derek had told him, the two of them were close friends. When Janine had a problem she had to talk through, she’d go to Derek. If Derek needed another viewpoint, he’d go to Janine. They helped each other and cared about each other. Sloan thought he’d be jealous, wanting Janine to do those things with him and him alone, but that was unrealistic. Everyone needed friends. Another perspective. Another person to depend on. The fact that Derek was a man rather than a girlfriend shouldn’t matter.

Except for the sex part. But he didn’t really think Derek was competition in the romance department.

And, when it came right down to it, it was fucking exciting to watch Derek make her come.

“Hey, Sloan, keep staring like that and you’re going to burn a hole through the woman,” Liam said.