Bet on Me (7 page)

“Pick it up.”

“Goddamn it, Tatiana…”

“Pick it up, or…” challenge and mischief lit her eyes, “…I stop.”

Catching on, exhilaration rushed through him. Yes, yes, yes. A game. A game was exactly what he needed.

Wyatt mock scowled, but she only smiled and circled his cock. One stroke down, then up again, her palm skating over the sensitive tip.

He answered the phone. “Caine,” he growled.

She rewarded him with a small kiss to the underside of his penis, her shining green eyes laughing up at him.

“Yes.” He tried to pay attention to what his head of IT was saying, but it was a garbled mess of words and syllables. Why was the man still at work? He needed less conscientious employees.

Tatiana had his dick in her hands. Nothing else existed in the world.

She flattened her tongue and licked him from base to tip, once, twice. The third time, he arched up, and she drew him in. Her slender hand slid down the part of his shaft she couldn’t get in her mouth, her saliva lubricating her fist. His hard flesh pressed against her smooth, inner cheek. Hot. Wet.

“We can meet about it tomorrow,” he interrupted the man on the phone. What was his name? Jim? John?

Oh, God, sweet forgetfulness.

She pulled away, leaving his cock wet and abandoned, and ducked her head.

“No, I don't want to— Fuck. No. No, not you.” He clenched his thigh muscles as her eager mouth captured his balls. She sucked gently, and his hand gripped his phone hard enough to crack it.

Her tongue slid up the furrow between his balls, dragged against the underside of his cock, and then she paused, watching him expectantly.

He exhaled. She was rewarding him. Each time he spoke, she gave him a little more.

Clever. He’d remember it the next time
she
was on the phone.

Shooting her a glare that he hoped conveyed his displeasure, Wyatt readjusted the phone so he could hold it between his ear and shoulder. He sank both hands into her tousled curls, the strands curling around him like silk bonds. Little tease she might be, but she wasn’t going anywhere until she sucked him off.

He gave a tug of her hair, and her cheeks flushed redder, her lashes fluttering. “Tell me more about this vulnerability,” he said into the phone.

He used his grip on her head to bring him closer, and she rewarded him by engulfing half his cock in her mouth, sucking him in time to his muttered
hmms
and
oh reallys
and
yes
. As long as he uttered something, she was on board. The second he paused too long, so did she.

“That sounds great,” he finally said, ready to the end the game, his every muscle locked and strained. He didn't think he'd be able to take any more, and as much as he liked his IT guy, there were some things the man did not need to know. Namely that his girlfriend was the best cocksucker on the West Coast.

Now, if the man wasn’t an employee…

“I’ll call you later. Something’s come up,” he interrupted the man, and released Tatiana long enough to fumble the phone off and toss it onto the seat. The vibration of Tatiana’s low laugh sent a zing of pleasure up his shaft. “Fuck, yeah. Give me a little hum.”

She obeyed, and his stomach tightened, the sound traveling up along his cock. He guided her lower, until she was swallowing him whole. “You were teasing me. You have to pay for that now.”

The sensation of her throat muscles closing around his cock, her muffled moans, her soft hair gripped in his hands…it was all too much. He released her for a second, let her come up for air, and then thrust again, harder and faster until his balls drew up and he came in a rush, spurting into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, only releasing him when he was spent.

“Fuck. Perfect,” he gasped. She did this to him, turned him inside out. Sex with other women could be good, could be spectacular, but it could never be this.

He would be ruined without her.

He brushed his hand over her head, and she glanced up and gave a naughty grin. “I hope you have another round or two left in you. I’m not done with you tonight.”

The limo chose that moment to come to a stop. Wyatt turned his head and looked out the heavily tinted window. They had stopped in front of a building with the word
DECADENCE
emblazoned over the entrance. He had heard of it. It was an upscale and exclusive place, catering to young celebrities, the hipster elite, and tourists with too much money to burn.

It was owned by Akira Mori.

“Tatiana…” He licked his lips. Crazy to presume anything. “What are we doing here?”

Tatiana was tugging his clothes back into place, and he took over the job, zipping and buckling his cock back in. Her nipples were tight beneath the bodice of her dress. His mouth watered.

He could taste them, right here. His driver knew better by now than to jerk the door open.

“What are we doing here? Hmm. Each other? Maybe?”

The hopeful note in her voice made his lips twitch, while the words stoked his desire. “Tatiana.”

She busied herself tidying her hair, disguising the havoc his fingers had wreaked. “Whatever you want us to do.”

“No. Spell it out for me. I want to be certain.”

The dark excitement in her gaze made his nerve endings sizzle. “Want to invite a couple of other people to play with us?”

He licked his suddenly dry lips. “Akira.”

“And her friend Remy.” She shook her head. “I don’t know him well, but Akira assures me he’s trustworthy. And, well, Akira might act like a loudmouth, but no one would ever hear anything from her. It would be as discreet as we can get.” Her lashes swept down. “We fantasize about an audience and watching other people fuck. I thought maybe we can try it. In a safe space. With safe people.”

His voice was hoarse. “You don’t have to do this for me, you know. I’m content with only you.”

“I know.” Her throat worked. That lovely, graceful throat that had swallowed his cock whole only minutes ago. “I want this. I want to do it for you, but I want to do it for me, too, because it’s hot as hell. But it only works if we’re both on board, so if you’re not interested, you need to be honest.”

Not interested? Was she insane? The thought of making those whispered fantasies a reality made him want to weep with joy.

He could drown himself in her pleasure, surround himself with hedonism and sex. Surround himself with Tatiana and forget the real world and the uncertain future.

How had she known? This was exactly what he needed tonight. “Don’t be absurd. I’m more than interested.” He brought her hand to his lips and brushed a kiss over the deceptively delicate palm. “What’s on the table? Watching? Fucking? Touching?” They’d teased each other with that fantasy before—another man or woman touching her, making her come for him.

“Yes.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Yes…”

“Yes. All of it. Watching them and having them watch us. As far as touching…we only fuck each other, but I’d be on board with some fondling or kissing or licking. I’ll stop it if I decide it’s too much or I don’t like it. I don’t know Remy well enough to let him touch me. But…I’m comfortable with Akira.” She cleared her throat. “The house parties. You know.”

His head spun, the blood having rushed to his cock from her matter-of-fact recitation of her boundaries. “Oh, honey. How did I end up with you?”

“Just lucky, I guess.”

A smile crossed his face. “That I am.”

Tatiana cast Wyatt a glance as she led him inside the club. “Do you want something to drink?” It was crowded but not packed. There were a few patrons milling around, the DJ playing low-key music that would transition within the next hour or so to something louder and wilder.

“I’m good,” he said, pitching his voice louder to be heard over the music. “Where are we going?”

“To the VIP area.”

“Hmm.”

Her skin was tingling with both excitement and nerves. This was big, bigger than anything they’d done before. She had been fairly certain he’d be on board, but relief had made her lightheaded when he’d immediately agreed.

He wasn’t simply pretending to be into it, either. Tatiana would be able to tell if he was faking. The lines around his eyes had relaxed, the tension that had been strumming through him diminished. A shadow lingered, but she had effectively distracted him from whatever worries he had brought home from work.

A BJ was a pretty good cure for stress, but impending sex games could really blast through it.

Tatiana nodded to a bouncer who stood guard at a hallway. The other man stepped aside, and they went down the short hall until they reached a staircase. The music became more muted as they climbed.

Wyatt gripped her hand tightly as they came to the top of the stairs. An abandoned dance floor stood in the center of the room, surrounded by opulent leather chairs and sofas.

The room appeared empty, at first glance, and Tatiana entertained a brief worry that she and Akira had gotten their wires crossed.

“There,” Wyatt said, his voice so low it was barely a breath. “On the sofa.”

A shadow moved in the recesses of the dimly lit room. Tatiana peered into the darkness. As her eyes adjusted, she made out a couple locked in a passionate kiss. Akira and Remy had not waited for them.

Emotions swept over her, excitement and nervousness creating a giddy mix. She grabbed Wyatt’s arm when he would have taken a step. He turned his head, the blue lighting casting his face into shadow. “I want to make sure, one last time, that you’re cool with this.”

The corner of his lip curled up. “I can sign a consent form, if you like.”

Tatiana glanced at the couch, and arousal slid through her. “You and I, we’ve never done anything like this before.” Whispers and thoughts and the danger of getting caught. Those were their favorite things. “I want to be certain you won’t look at me any differently tomorrow morning.”

He considered her for a brief moment before slipping his hand under her hair. He used the grip on her neck to pull her forward and delivered a quick, hard kiss. “There is nothing you can ever do that would make me look at you any differently. I’ll never shame you for anything you do with your body. I won’t let you shame yourself, either. We like what we like.” He gave her the slow, bad-boy smile that had melted her heart at sixteen. “And right now, what I’d like is for both of us to enjoy ourselves. However that might happen.”

“In that case…” She drew her finger up his chest. “Can you do me one more little favor?”

“What’s that?”

She leaned in closer and licked his firm lower lip. “Pretend this was your idea,” she whispered. “Make me want it. Make me crave it.”

The flare of his nostrils was the only sign she had that he heard. He drew back and laced his hand with hers, and started walking toward Akira and Remy.

Slipping into the role the way some women might slip into a silk robe, she deliberately made her steps hesitant, so he had to tug her forward. She stumbled once or twice, but he never faltered in his long-legged strides.

He came to a stop in front of the couple, who were still engrossed in each other. Supremely confident, he sank into a huge leather armchair. Awkward, she hovered until he urged her to sit on his lap.

A bottle of champagne sat chilling in an ice bucket on the side table. Wyatt poured two glasses and handed her one. She accepted it automatically and sipped from the glass, mindful of Wyatt’s cock pressing against her hip and his finger lazily tracing a pattern on her arm.

A handful of feet separated the sofa and the chair they sat in. There was nowhere for her to look but straight ahead at Akira and the man she had drafted into tonight’s games. When Tatiana had spoken with her on the phone earlier in the day, Akira had assured her Remy was sweet and uninhibited, and best of all, discreet. Tatiana didn’t want their exciting night turning into a PR mess for Wyatt.

Tatiana wasn’t sure how tight-lipped Remy was, but he was hot. His face looked like it belonged on a European model, and he was lean and toned under his expensive navy suit. When he shifted, his bald head shined under the light directly above them. His eyes flashed open, and she caught a hint of ice blue.

He was no Wyatt, she added loyally. But nothing to sneeze at.

Akira was…Akira. Glamorous as usual, she wore a short, silver, sequined dress that showed off her magnificent legs and breasts.

Tatiana took a bracing sip of champagne, the bubbles tickling her throat. Remy’s long fingers stroked up Akira’s leg, until he was flirting with the hem of her dress.

Tatiana didn't realize she was holding her breath until she let it out in a rush when the man slid the dress up. He broke his lips away from hers to say, “Open your legs.”

Akira opened them a sliver, and he urged them farther apart, until her pussy was bared to them. Waxed and plump, her lips were red and flushed with excitement.

“She's pretty,” Wyatt whispered in her ear. “But not as pretty as you.”

Tatiana couldn't respond, not when Akira was moaning as Remy sank two fingers inside her. He thrust them in and out, and her hips moved, following the movement. He pulled his fingers out teasingly, letting Tatiana and Wyatt see the moisture on them. “You're so wet, baby,” he murmured to the woman.

Akira whimpered, still ignoring the others in the room. “It's all for you. Fuck me, please.”

Remy shushed her. “You know it's not that easy.”

Tatiana knocked back another gulp of her champagne. If she stretched her hand out, she could touch the couple. She could finger Akira herself, or press her hand over Remy’s cock. But that wasn't what she wanted in her deepest, darkest fantasy.

Remy pulled at the woman's dress, yanking it down to bare her firm, round breasts and tight light-brown nipples. How many times had Wyatt done that to her, making her dress little more than a useless belt, eager to get to her most erogenous zones?

Remy cradled Akira’s breast. The two of them might have decided not to acknowledge their spectators, but by the way Remy lifted and presented the flesh in his hand, there was no doubt he was playing to his audience. His head dropped down and he sucked, his cheeks hollowing with every pull. The music downstairs masked Akira’s sharp cry of pleasure.