But now it was hitting her what she’d started. She’d never so much as kissed Carter, let alone fucked him, and she’d never seen her friend naked and having sex, either—and she was about to get a big dose of both.
So she had to push her nerves aside and concentrate on how hot he looked, cuffed to the bed—where she could control this whole encounter. And on how her whole body was aching with the most reckless desire she’d ever experienced. Melanie had promised to follow her lead, and now…she had to
take
that lead.
Just pretend you’re working. Get into your hooker mindset.
Don’t feel anything for this guy, because you can’t.
Feel only sex. Sex, sex, sex.
Feel it. Be it. Be his perfect seductress, for this one night only.
Blow his fucking mind.
With those thoughts fueling her, and Carter’s eyes possessing her, she met his gaze, ran her palms slowly up over her lace-bound breasts, and slipped her shirt off her shoulders, letting it fall behind her.
Then she turned to Melanie and curled one finger toward her, beckoning her closer. When Melanie stood directly in front of her, Erin took a deep breath then reached between her friend’s breasts to begin unbuttoning
her
shirt.
She hadn’t contemplated how strange it would feel to undress another woman—they’d simply decided they would help each other, thinking it would arouse him—but a tingling sensation rippled up her arms and down into her chest as she parted Melanie’s uniform to reveal a push-up bra of peach lace. Melanie’s breasts were not as large as her own, but as they swelled from the cups, Erin suffered the shocking desire to see what they looked like without the bra.
Meeting Melanie’s gaze only briefly, Erin pushed her friend’s shirt off—then watched as Melanie reached for Erin’s belt buckle.
Erin’s stomach contracted with arousal. She looked down at Melanie’s feminine, French-manicured fingers as she carefully removed Erin’s holster, setting it aside, then unzipped her pants, her touch just barely skimming Erin’s mound.
Erin pulled in her breath, then glanced to Carter, whose eyes were riveted on both bodies. “That’s so nice, girls,” he said, his voice deep, hungry.
That’s when his eyes met hers, just for half a second, before she looked away. No eye contact—she couldn’t handle that; it made her feel too connected to him. She could look at Melanie, or she could look at his body, or she could even look at her own—but she couldn’t meet Carter’s gaze while they fucked him.
“Keep going,” he said, and as Erin responded by undoing Melanie’s holster, she realized she’d just followed his command—which troubled her a little.
She
wanted control here—
full
control.
Which meant that she had to
take
it. Really
take
it. Really show him that she was the one calling the shots, running this seduction, and that they would do things
her
way.
She reached once more down to Melanie’s waistband, this time unzipping her friend’s pants, her skin tingling madly upon realizing where her hands were, stimulated by the mere fact that they were unclothing each other.
Both pairs of pants dropped to the carpet in a rush. Under hers, Erin wore a lace thong that matched her bra. Melanie’s boy-cut lace panties hugged her round ass and coordinated with her bra as well.
“Mmm…” Carter moaned at the sight of them, and as both girls stepped smoothly out of their pants and kicked off socks and shoes, Erin couldn’t help thinking it seemed more exciting to reveal the lace beneath their plain, utilitarian cop’s uniforms than if they’d both been wearing dresses and heels. It was like stripping away their tough exterior to reveal the femininity hiding inside. She wondered if Carter felt that, too—felt them becoming softer, more womanly for him with each move they made.
They still stood facing each other when Melanie let her palms glide up Erin’s arms to tenderly brace her shoulders, then leaned in to gently kiss her.
Erin couldn’t have been more stunned by the soft meeting of lips—but given that Carter was watching, and that this was supposed to be sex in its most illicit form, her cunt pulsed. She tried to hide her surprise as she took in Melanie’s soft, sexy smile.
Stay in control by taking control.
Her body’s response to her friend’s kiss spurred Erin to resume being the bold one, so she reached up to slide her thumbs beneath Melanie’s bra straps, sensually drawing them from her shoulders.
The peach lace cups drooped to reveal pale, medium-sized breasts, the pink nipples upturned. Erin pulled in her breath, so close to them, her curiosity fulfilled—they were undeniably pretty.
So with a quick glance at Carter, who looked consumed with lust and strangely erotic—even fully dressed—because of the way he was cuffed to the bed, she decided not to stop there. Sliding her hands to the inviting curves of Melanie’s waist, she began to push down her peach panties. Melanie wriggled her hips lightly to help, and her breasts jiggled, too. More hot blood shot to Erin’s pussy, her arousal growing as any remaining nervousness faded, and she felt herself headed to that point of no return, the one she’d reached that night outside the bar.
As she eased the boy-cut panties over Melanie’s ass, she glanced down and caught sight of her friend’s cunt—shaved completely bare. She softly pulled in her breath, not having expected to see Melanie’s slit so very on display. She herself kept her pussy well-trimmed, but it had never occurred to her to “take it all off”, so to speak.
She lifted her gaze to find Melanie casting her a sensual little grin—which was when it dawned on her that both her companions had seen her studying Melanie’s mound. The knowledge aroused her, and she whispered to Melanie, “Me now.” It was Mel’s turn to undress
her
.
“Turn around,” Melanie said softly. “Face Carter.” And, stepping free from the peach lace, she situated herself behind Erin—which left Erin nothing to look at besides the sexy man on the bed. Again, she met his eyes briefly, accidentally, but then shifted her focus to the large bulge at the front of his jeans. Yes, that was a much better place for her gaze. And it made her breasts heave with wanting more of him—very, very soon.
Melanie’s hands eased slowly around from behind to splay over Erin’s bare stomach, then moved upward, upward, just barely skimming her breasts before settling back on her shoulders.
Lord, she was
too
excited. Merely from Melanie’s touches. And Carter’s presence. She couldn’t wait much longer to go further, get more—of him and the big, hard cock hiding behind that zipper. She kept her gaze there, wanting, wanting—and avoiding his handsome face.
She expected Melanie to lower
her
bra straps now, so it caught her off guard when her friend instead curled her fingers into the lace cups and pulled them down, letting Erin’s breasts tumble out.
She gasped at the sensation of them spilling free, and Carter moaned.
Melanie rubbed against her from behind, ever so softly—she could feel the tips of Melanie’s breasts at her back, Melanie’s hips at her ass. A deep sigh escaped her at the intimate contact.
“That’s so hot,” Carter growled from the bed.
Oh
yeah,
it was hot—burning Erin up from the inside out. Touches from Melanie were something she’d never considered, even after they’d concocted this plan. But now she wanted them, craved them. Because Carter
couldn’t
touch her. But he could
watch
her be touched—and to her surprise, at the moment that felt like the next best thing.
Melanie’s palms splayed back across Erin’s stomach, gently caressing, and when Melanie’s kiss came on her shoulder, she instinctively tilted her head so the gentle female ministrations could move up her neck, delivering scintillating tingles that echoed all through her. She watched Carter’s face the whole time—saw the heat in his warm green eyes, the way his darkly stubbled jaw had gone slack.
Which is when she realized she was breaking her own rule again, looking at him.
So she drew her gaze away once more and instead peered down—at her bared breasts, on display for him, at Melanie’s long, tapered fingers stretching across her torso. When the fingertips of one hand barely grazed the top of her panties, her cunt throbbed and she drew in a rough breath.
“Are you ready for more?” she asked Carter, her voice deep with passion. God knew
she
was. And though it would have been strangely easy to let Melanie keep touching her in still other naughty ways, that last shot of heat to her pussy had reminded her that wasn’t what she’d come here for. She’d come here to have
him
.
“Oh,
baby
,” he rasped. “I’m ready for whatever you want to give me.”
So with a sensual lick across her upper lip, she moved toward the bed, Melanie following. Because he was cuffed to the corner post, his body lay angled across the mattress, making it easy to situate themselves on either side of him.
Erin didn’t hesitate to run her hands over his firm chest through his long-sleeved shirt as Melanie began to unbutton it, starting at the bottom. She’d feared maybe she’d turn shy at this point—given that she’d never touched him before—but she didn’t. Because she
had
to have him—simply
had
to. Melanie’s feminine touches had been unexpectedly scintillating, but she needed male flesh.
Now.
Beneath her fingers, between her thighs.
“Kiss me,” Carter demanded then, looking up at her.
Whoa. The words caught her off guard. She narrowed her eyes and balked slightly, instinctively, even as she continued to meet his gaze.
“Damn it, I can’t touch you,” he said, clearly frustrated. “At least kiss me.”
Oh hell.
She certainly
wanted
to kiss him.
His sparkling eyes and lush mouth both beckoned to her.
And kisses were far more intimate than she’d intended to get here, but…the cold, hard fact was that she simply couldn’t resist.
With a huge sigh that stretched all through her, she lifted her hands to his face, the rough stubble of his jaw. Then she bent to kiss him full on the mouth, pressing her tongue between his lips until he met it with his own. The kiss traveled like electricity down the length of her body, making her bared breasts feel heavier as they raked the fabric of his shirt, making her thighs ache maddeningly.
That one mere kiss left her breathless, her heart beating wildly, her palms sweating—but she somehow found the strength to reel herself back in, both body and mind, and
not
to look into his eyes anymore.
Instead, she let her mouth trail downward, to Carter’s neck, where she drank in the musky, manly scent of him, then to the broad, tanned chest Melanie had just bared by pushing his shirt open. She sank sensual kisses over thin, dark curls, his taut skin warm beneath her lips, then moved farther, farther, following the thin line of hair that led down into his jeans.
Melanie had beaten her to that particular area, though—she knelt at his side, working diligently at his leather belt, and Erin watched impatiently as her friend finally unbuckled it and lowered his zipper.
And—oh!
Oh my.
She pulled in her breath at how big he was, even just through the white cotton of his underwear. She felt the sight in her cunt.
Instinctively, she reached out to touch his erection, running the flat of her palm over the thick, stiff column.
So hard. Perfect and hard.
A tingle scurried up her arm and down through the rest of her body.
He moaned in response to her touch. But she
still
didn’t look at him, his face—she couldn’t.
This is only sex. Nothing more. Stay in control. Of him. Of Melanie. And most of all, of yourself.
A brief pang of regret over that decision darted through her, a longing for something passionate and
normal
, the need to gaze unabashedly into his eyes and kiss him all night if that’s what she felt like doing. But when Melanie pulled down Carter’s underwear, lifting the elastic waistband over the head of his cock, all Erin felt was
hunger
.
“Oh…” she murmured deeply. Yeah, he was big, all right. Big and hot, the full length of his shaft arcing up over his lower abdomen to his navel, an inviting dot of moisture resting at his tip.
At this moment, she no longer cared about looking into his eyes. She only wanted what jutted so prominently from between his legs. She wrapped her hand firmly around his cock and bent to lick the wetness from the rounded head.
As a strangled sort of groan left him, she felt the sound
everywhere
.
“So huge,” Melanie purred above her.
“And beautiful,” Erin heard herself add without planning, still holding him in her fist.
“Suck me,” he said. Confident. And even a little demanding.
But she loved his voice. And she even loved his command, this particular one anyway. So hot, so sure. She didn’t even think about not obeying, since she’d been preparing to indulge in that particular activity anyway.
She ran her tongue energetically around the tip of his erection, letting the action wet her lips—and then she sank down, taking him into her mouth, as deep as she could.
“Oh God, Jesus,” he groaned behind her. She’d positioned herself so that she faced away from him.