Dirty Love Page 5

  "Let me,” she whispered when Connor's hands went to the hem of the chemise.

  He nodded, his gaze raking over her body.

  Strangely, her hands no longer trembled when she lifted the soft fabric and bared herself to him. Her nipples stiffened as cool air danced across the tips. Connor's eyes flashed something carnal and indescribable, but then she lost sight of them as he lowered his head and took one hard nipple into his mouth.

  A zing of electricity flared from her breast to her clit, connecting the two sensitive spots with an ethereal glow that seemed to hone in and respond to every flick of Connor's tongue. With soft but insistent pressure, he licked around the stiff nub, then sucked it deep into his mouth, drawing a strangled scream from the depths of her throat.

  His free hand found her other breast. Long, tapered fingers pinched the needy nipple. Molten desire exploded in her core, making her cry out again and again. Tiny, little whimpering pleas turned to gasps of bliss as he cupped her breasts in his large hands and squeezed, kneaded, rubbed. Every nerve ending in her nipples came to life, sending an array of frenzied pulses to the apex of her thighs.

  Isy squeezed her legs together, feeling the slick material of her panties cling to her enflamed pussy lips.

  "The world is so focused on conception, we've forgotten how to give pleasure simply for the joy of it."

  Connor's voice, deep and rich, slid through the remainder of her crumbling defenses. She arched her spine, urging him to take her nipple back into his mouth. He swirled the tip of his tongue around it, content for the moment to offer an occasional lick while he spoke.

  "Have you ever had a man focus all his attention on bringing you orgasmic bliss, without thought of conception or even of his own pleasure?"

  Isy gulped down the instinctive giggle that choked her at the absurd thought. Mankind's survival depended on the males of the species. They took what they wanted, when they wanted, with no thought beyond spilling themselves in a waiting womb. For fertile males, there were no barriers to their lust. Males who'd never produced sperm, and thus had no chance of impregnating anyone, took their aggression and frustration out on their partners, somehow making it their fault the men couldn't create life.

  Her ex-husband had been infertile, yet he'd believed that if she'd been less of a “frigid bitch,” that would have changed. As though she possessed the power to grant him a jet worthy of a vintage porn star in the depths of her cunt and simply refused to bestow upon him the gift of cum.

  "Never? No one's touched your breasts...” Connor ran the tip of his index finger around her areola, making the skin tighten and pucker. “Your belly...” He lowered his hand and traced a slow circle around her bare navel. “Your sexy little pussy...” He found the metal fastening on the waistband of her pants and deftly unhooked it. His knuckles grazed her pubic bone.

  Isy's skin tingled. Everywhere he touched, he lit sparks of blazing desire. She bit down on her lower lip, hard, desperate for something that would anchor her to reality. Much more of this and she'd float away on a blissful fantasy and by the time she'd awaken, it would be far too late to keep from making a colossal mistake.

  Connor pinched a tender nipple between thumb and forefinger. Tingling streams of erotic energy pulsed through Isy's body in instant response.

  "No one's done that for hours just to watch you climax, again and again?” he asked, relentless. “No man has made you his world, able to survive on nothing but another taste of you?"

  She shook her head in jerking, feverish motions. Long strands of blond hair fell into her eyes. Connor tucked them behind her ears with one hand, while the other glided beneath the waistband of her panties and found the wet heat of her soaking sex.

  This was supposed to be about him. She needed his seed, and that had nothing to do with her ability to orgasm, with or without his help.

  She opened her mouth to protest, but he decided to choose that moment to curve his index finger and nudge it between her soaked, aching pussy lips.

  She stifled a gasp and angled her hips, urging him on. Her clit throbbed, a hard little knot of needy nerves that all pulsed and flared, begging to be touched.

  Connor yanked on the waistband of her panties. She obeyed the unspoken command and lifted her ass from the countertop just long enough to let him slip the panties and slacks down her legs.

  As she watched him kneel before her and glide his lips down every inch of skin he revealed, she was absurdly grateful she'd shaved her legs. She'd had no reason to do it, yet somehow it had always seemed important that she keep up good grooming habits.

  Absurdly, she'd always hoped celibacy wouldn't be her fate, no matter how much the world wanted to thrust it upon her.

  Isy's heart raced. She knew what Connor intended to do, down there on the floor, his head even with her groin. She knew, and she didn't care.

  Oh, no, that was an outright lie. She cared ... so much. She wanted his mouth on her engorged sex lips, wanted him sucking on each delicate fold, needed him to graze her swollen clit with his tongue.

  What would it hurt? She was still pretending she was the one he wanted, and for now, that was enough. Besides, it's not as if she was breaking any law. She wouldn't let him penetrate her—even if he wanted to, which, surely, he didn't.

  He used the flat of his palms to spread her thighs apart and gaze at her parting lips. “So beautiful,” he murmured, and Isy imagined that was true reverence she heard in his voice.

  She glanced between her legs, assessing the appearance of her pussy with the clinical eye of a practitioner. Not bad for a forty-four year old. The inner labia looked dewy and pink, peeking out from a neatly-trimmed thatch of pale pubic hair. Not a gray strand in the bunch, she noted with foolish pride. She could smell her musk, more delicate than she'd expected considering cream seeped between her folds and dripped onto the counter.

  Connor pressed the tips of two fingers against her clit and rubbed slowly in small circles. His gaze pinned hers. “Good?"

  She said something incomprehensible. A cry and a moan and his name, all rolled into a sigh of breathless wonder.

  He grinned, and the sight of that genuine smile made Isy's heart do a summersault.

  "More?"

  Like he had to ask. She licked her lips. “Please."

  So polite. Her voice so damn steady, despite the fact she felt as though she was coming apart at the seams from the inside. The urge to clamp her thighs around Connor's handsome face and grind her pussy against his mouth knocked the air from her lungs. She fought for control, each breath coming in a harsh, ragged gasp as potent need clamped down on her belly and twisted.

  Lust knifed her, and still, Connor went slowly. Maddeningly slowly.

  He placed sweet, soft kisses to the inside of her thigh. His warm lips caressed her skin and the tip of his tongue left a wet trail in his wake. Each brush of his mouth felt like a sensual embrace, engulfing her flesh, driving deep inside her where the taut need and the silly girlish fantasies had been lying dormant for so long.

  The progress of his mouth wasn't even a kiss any longer. It was a getting-to-know you exploration, each erotic lick branding her, claiming her.

  When he finally reached her pussy, he hovered there, his lips tantalizingly close to her aching center. She felt his breath, every puff stoking flames of raw need, making her quiver while her emotions spiked and spiraled out of control.

  One more second. She only had to hold on for one more second and he'd give her what she craved. He'd cover the remainder of the distance and clamp his mouth to her pussy in a soul-shattering, mind-numbing intimate kiss.

  She ground her teeth together so hard her jaw hurt. Her fingernails dug into her palms. Her breath jerked in tiny little spasms that held her on the edge of climax. One touch of his lips, one fleeting dab of his tongue, and she'd come so hard and so fast that she'd howl with the endless pleasure of it.

  Lightning-fast, before she could even fathom the cruelty of it, Connor rose to his full height. His ch
in grazed her cheek when he leaned in again to whisper in her ear. “I can do this for hours, Isabel. Hours. And then, just when you think you can't take any more, you'll beg me to fuck you. You'll be so hungry for my cock that you'll plead with me to shove it inside you and take you, again and again and again."

  "No.” A croak of denial, but she meant it. She couldn't succumb to the maddening sexual urges. No matter how agonizing they were, or how tantalizing Connor was. She wouldn't give in.

  "No?"

  Not Connor. Another voice. A man, somehow familiar.

  Isy struggled to make sense of what she was hearing, but her body betrayed her, quaking and making it impossible to think past the agony in her clit and the throbbing heat inside her clenched cunt.

  "No,” she repeated. Too dangerous. Too easy to fall, too hard to let go.

  Her hands flew to the acute twinge between her legs. She knew her body. One touch would relieve the temporary madness, but she couldn't do it without her fingers, or Connor's fingers, or his tongue, or—

  Connor was faster. He grabbed her wrists, pushed them together and yanked her hands over her head, holding them there.

  Pleasure and pain mingled inside her. She tried to twist out of his grasp and shift on the now-warm surface of the counter. Her pussy left a slick trail of cream along the glossy finish.

  "Well, then..."

  That voice again. The other one.

  "If you won't take Connor's cock, have mine."

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  CHAPTER 5

  The jolt of recognition surprised Isy even more than the suggestive allure of the newcomer's words. She jerked her head to the side just enough to make out something other than the broad, sexy chest blocking her line of sight.

  She gasped, and her heart plunged into the pit of her stomach. “Oh. My. God."

  "Hello, Isy."

  Trevor.

  She froze, caught between wanting to scream and, urged by her body's demanding erotic buzz, wanting to throw herself at him.

  Instinctively, Isy tried to bring her hand down to cover herself, but Connor's grasp proved too strong. He held her arms firmly, high above her head. The force of his grip caused her to arch her back and thrust her breasts forward. Her nipples hardened, throbbed. Connor squeezed her flesh where his thumb and index finger encompassed both her wrists with ease. The insistent pressure could have either been a gesture of reassurance, or a warning. Isy was too dismayed to try and figure out secret signals.

  Trevor's gaze skimmed up the length of her naked body, starting at her toes. Her skin tingled as she writhed under his assessing stare. He lingered on her pussy, still splayed open in wanton invitation. With a groan, Isy brought her thighs together, sending a waft of her musk upward to tickle her nose.

  Unmistakable yearning blazed in Trevor's blue eyes. “So beautiful,” he murmured, echoing Connor's words.

  Isy trembled. She couldn't make sense of any of this. Surely they weren't both turned on by the sight of her. She was nothing special. On the contrary, she was ... she was ... God, she couldn't even say the words in her mind. An old crone. There. She'd heard the description enough to know it fit. So what if her breasts were still firm and high, her skin mostly smooth, her pussy neatly trimmed and a pretty shade of pink? And what if her body still burned with the same desires she'd felt in her youth? Society said she needed to lock her fantasies away for good. The world believed it—why didn't Connor and Trevor?

  She shook her head to banish the threads of insanity still lingering there, the ethereal flickers that urged her to bare herself to these men and let them do anything they wanted to her.

  "How—” Her voice was a squeak of breathless wonder. She swallowed and tried again. “How is this possible? You can't be here. I locked the front door."

  In fact, even the door to this room remained closed. She remembered Connor latching it into place after he'd followed her in here. She might have been lost in euphoric bliss, but she'd have heard the door opening and closing when Trevor entered, and she'd have jumped out of her skin at the prospect of being caught, literally, with her pants down.

  Wouldn't she?

  Fear crept into her throat, dislodging the lust that had, until now, kept such a firm grip on her mind. She shot a mutinous look at Connor. “I think you need to let me go. Now."

  He grinned, showing those perfect dimples that made her body catch fire. “Sorry, sweetheart, no can do. Not until you hear us out."

  Like hell. Adrenaline swept through her veins. She kicked out with her left foot, bringing it toward Connor's groin. He caught it easily in his other hand. When she jerked her right knee toward his belly, he flinched and stepped back, narrowly avoiding her clumsy swipe.

  "Damn.” Trevor moved forward, closing the distance between them. “I'd hoped this would be easier."

  "You'd hoped what would be easier?” A scream of frustration caught in Isy's throat. “Breaking into my clinic? Abducting me? What?"

  Connor adjusted his grip. He now had a firm hold on her wrists and both feet, which he'd tucked under one arm. She wriggled, but his bicep felt like solid steel, and her toes remained trapped between his muscular arm and his ribcage.

  Trevor stepped close, until she could smell the inviting scent she'd come to associate with him. Something slightly spicy, like sandalwood, combined with natural male musk. Inhaling it caused a desperate hunger to twist in the depths of her core.

  God, what was wrong with her? These men were bigger than she was. Stronger. They had her cornered in her own clinic. She'd been a fool to turn the cameras off. Now no one would come to her rescue.

  Clearly, she was in danger. And yet her mutinous body hummed with arousal, practically begging them to take her in rough, frenzied ways.

  Trevor trailed his knuckles down her cheek. He was shorter than Connor, and lean where the other man was muscular. His gentle touch caused a jolt of pleasure to shimmer through her.

  "We'd never hurt you, Isy."

  She opened her mouth to protest. Her gaze flew from Trevor's chiseled face to the open warmth and honesty in Connor's eyes. She found nothing in either man's features but concern, eager sincerity and the unmistakable glaze of raw lust.

  "Then prove it. Let me go."

  Trevor sighed. His head lowered and his eyelids drooped as he fixed his hungry gaze on her mouth.

  Isy held her breath. Frissons of excitement shimmered through her. She wasn't sure she'd ever breathe again.

  It felt as though time slowed to a crawl while she watched, waiting for Trevor to close the remaining distance between them and bring his lips on top of hers. At last, the soft, insistent pressure of his mouth drew a strangled moan from her throat. She'd dreamed about this, night after night, when she'd left him standing on her doorstep after dinner. She'd wanted nothing more than to twine her arms around his neck and fall against him while he devoured her mouth. In her fantasies, he was always naked, pressed against her, driving his hot erection into her belly. Every swipe, every lick, every soft kiss, was an unspoken promise of things to come.

  Now, Trevor kissed her like she'd always wanted him to. Softly, hungrily, with a passion he didn't bother hide. Beside her, she felt Connor stiffen and risked opening her eyes and darting a quick glance sideways. Connor's cock throbbed, hot and hard, only inches from her shoulder. Clear liquid glimmered at the tip and his velvety sac had drawn up tight against the base of his shaft.

  She let her eyelids drift closed again while Trevor's tongue glided and applied silky pressure to her own. She kissed him back, past caring whether she was making a mistake. Everything about her orderly world had been turned upside down the moment the Medical Board sent the assignment that took her to Connor's theater. Since then, she might as well have been living someone else's life because things like this didn't happen to Isabel Warren, CFP.

  Hell, she wasn't sure things like this happened to anyone, except in books, or maybe in one of Connor's plays.

  Thoughts of Connor's research
danced through her mind, but she pushed them aside. Even if she and Connor had planned to use each other at first, the dynamics of everything happening in this room had changed with Trevor's entrance, perhaps more than she'd imagined.

  She was no longer in charge—assuming she'd ever been. The illusion of control had been snatched from her in the blink of an eye and, frankly, she wasn't sure she minded.

  Trevor's fingers speared through her hair and cupped the back of her head. He broke the kiss and pulled back, still holding her, his thumb forming small circles at the base of her neck. “Let her go."

  Isy blinked. Connor released her, and she found herself looking into Trevor's aquamarine eyes. She rubbed at one sore wrist while a stream of never-ending questions flew through her mind.

  How did you get here? Who are you? Did you plan this together?

  A dozen great questions vied to be the first out of her mouth. She considered them all briefly, and settled on the most important one.

  "Are you going to fuck me now?"

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  CHAPTER 6

  "Yes."

  Never before had Isy been so happy to hear an affirmative answer. Then again, never before had one word held the key to unlocking every hidden desire she'd thought sealed away forever.

  Two men—if that's even what they were, instead of figments of her depraved imagination—wanted her. Her.

  She wasn't a risk-taker. God knew she'd never done anything more hazardous in her entire life than cross the street without looking both ways. She should have been trembling, terrified of the consequences that always came with being caught.

  But being caught wasn't nearly as frightening as it had once been. She'd already been captured. Her body, her mind, her soul, now belonged to Connor and Trevor. As irrational as it sounded, even to her, she could no longer be satisfied existing from day to day, simply going through the motions.