Two For One Special (Menage Romance) (3 page)

After another minute, Ray couldn’t hold back. He needed in on the action too. He stepped up, palming her waist and dragging her close. He ground his dick into her backside, rubbing the hard length up and down her ass.

She froze for a beat, but as he thrust himself against her, she relaxed. Her body fell back against his and he took over.

He bucked his hips into hers, wedging his erection between the curves of her ass as they danced. Every slide of her hips, every stroke of her hands over his thighs, sent him higher. He wanted her body. Naked and desperate for all he could do to it.

Nuzzling her neck, he trailed kisses over her skin as they danced. Up and down, tasting her honeyed skin and hint of sweat. He couldn’t wait to have her ride him—naked and panting as he came inside her.

But then Damien was pulling her away, dragging her body over to him. He draped her against his chest as he groped her ass with both hands. It was endless—the three of them together. They danced for hours—a fluid push-pull with Macy in the middle.

She never seemed to tire, never lost her nerve. Always reaching for both of them. Pawing at his hips. Damien’s chest. As the night wore on, the dance floor packed in. More and more bodies. People dancing so close, they ebbed and flowed as one.

The lights dimmed even lower and with the press of the crowd around them, they practically disappeared. Ray smiled and took advantage, gripping Macy’s hips and dragging her to him. His hands snaked over her thighs, dipping between her legs and tugging up her dress.

She moaned into his ear, tossing her head back and forth like a startled pony. But she didn’t pull away. Instead, she yanked Damien closer, crushing him against the front of her while Ray slipped his hand under her dress.

With one hand around her middle and one digging beneath the lace of her panties, Ray could barely breathe. He stroked the top of her sex, rubbing around the trimmed strip of hair as she dug her nails into his hip.

Teasing but not touching, not sending her higher. He wanted her to ask for it. Beg for him to take her right there in the club. As he stroked her folds, she turned her head and whispered in her ear.

“I need more, Ray. Please.”

He smiled and kissed her cheek as he sunk his fingers lower, easing apart her folds and rushing into her slick channel. He grinned as he found her swollen clit. She was soaked.

He rubbed in gentle circles around the nub, stoking her pleasure, building it up. She gasped, pressing her face into his neck as a shudder rolled through her. She was close. Already so fucking close.

Damien worked like a magician in front of them—a big black cape hiding his hands from view. All the while stroking her breasts and turning her to putty in their hands. Higher and higher they took her—drawing out her pleasure, turning her reckless.

He watched the other dancers and stroked her harder. God, if they could get her alone—explore her, tease her, open her up and show her the stars. It’d be epic.

Macy was so close to coming she couldn’t remember her own name. She’d never been so brave before. So wanton and dirty. But Damien and Ray.
Oh my god
. They turned her into a common whore.

Out there on the dance floor, letting them ravage her in front of everyone. Having two men pleasure her was scandalous enough. But in public? What if someone she knew was there? What if someone told her boss? She’d be fired.

She shook her head and groaned. She couldn’t be the show. Not for the throng of strangers around them. She opened her eyes and clawed at Ray’s hands. “No! Stop. We can’t. I can’t—”

He pulled his hand out of her panties and she shoved against Damien, struggling to get out of their grasp. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this here.”

She pushed past both men and headed straight for the restrooms, dodging dancers at every turn, pressing through a sea of bodies until she found the exit. She slammed the door open and stumbled down the hall, panting and dizzy.

Having an orgasm on a packed dance floor was unacceptable. Good girls didn’t do things like that.
Oh my god
. She walked down the hall, forgetting everything except the heat between her legs and the shame all over her face.

As she turned a corner, she paused.
Where the hell am I? Oh, great, now I’m lost too
.

She leaned back on the wall and closed her eyes.

“Macy! There you are. Are you okay?”

She blinked her eyes open and Ray stood in front of her. Alone.

“Ray. I’m sorry, it just—it was too much, okay?” Her cheeks heated and she blinked away a rush of tears.

“Hey, of course it’s okay. Come here.” He wrapped her up in his arms and stroked her hair. “I never want you to do something you don’t want to do.”

She relaxed into him and tucked her head against his chest. “Thanks.” She didn’t know how it’d gone so far so fast.

“I didn’t mean to push you.”

Part of her wanted to lie—tell him he did and to go home. But her heart still thump-thumped against his chest and her clit still throbbed with unsatisfied need.

“You didn’t push me. I wanted it.” She pulled back and met his heated stare. “I still do.”

“Tell me what you want, Macy. I’ll do anything.”

What she wanted was an orgasm. In private without all those witnesses. But how could she ask Ray for that? “I don’t know, Ray. I just—it was so public, you know?” She squeezed her thighs together and wriggled in place.

He leaned over and whispered, hot on her cheek. “I passed an electrical closet down the hall. It’s just big enough for two.”

“What about Damien?”

“Damien’s fine. But you’re not. You’re trembling and anxious, and so close to release. Let me make you come, Macy. I’ll give you what you need. No one has to know.”

Macy bit her lip. She wanted his body all over her. His tongue in her mouth. His fingers strumming against her clit. But they were in a club. A public place. It seemed so wrong. So…filthy. He swept his hand across her cheek and she closed her eyes.

Would it be so bad? People had sex in bathrooms, didn’t they? His hand slid down her back and he caressed her ass through her dress. Screw it. She needed to come. She needed him. Opening her eyes, she nodded.

Before her head stopped bobbing, he dragged her down the hall, feet only grazing the ground. The door opened and he ushered her in. He clicked it shut and she’d gotten her wish. She was alone with Ray.

The room barely fit them both—his hulking body bumped the door and her hips scraped against the wires—but she didn’t care. Running his hands up her thighs, he hiked her dress. Higher and higher. Exposing her panties, making her tremble.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Macy. I can’t believe we’ve never done this before.” His hands wrapped around the lace, tugging down her panties until they hit the floor.

“You’ve always been with someone. And I didn’t think…”

He sunk to his knees and kissed above her mound. “Didn’t think what?”

“That you’d go for a woman like me.”

“You mean one so sexy and adventurous?”

She smiled and ran her hand through his hair. “No. I meant so…plump. All the girls I’ve seen you with have been pixies.”

He nudged her feet wider and licked at her inner thigh. “It’s my loss. You’re perfect. All curves and skin. Mmm.” He licked her folds, lapping at one side and then the other, and she shivered. “And delicious.”

Leaning in, he wedged his tongue between her outer lips, grazing her clit and drawing out a moan.
Oh, god
. She reached out, wrapping her fingers around a metal shelf, and closed her eyes. He was incredible.

Spreading her wider, he lifted her leg, bracing it with his shoulder as he swirled his tongue around her clit. Up and down, side to side, flicking her little nub with precision.

Pleasure shot through her in bursts. Rapid fire shots straight from her clit to her breasts and back again.

She’d had men go down on her before, but they’d all treated it like a chore—a requirement to get her to return the favor. But not Ray. He licked and sucked and kissed liked he loved it. Like he wanted to drown in her slick desire.

His hands squeezed her ass, massaging her muscles as he worked her sex. Sliding lower, he toyed with her entrance, thrusting his tongue inside her, lapping at her empty channel.

Oh, how she wanted him to take her. To turn her around and fuck her right there in the closet. But she couldn’t voice the words. He slipped a finger inside her, pumping the thick digit as he licked across her clit.
Oh, yes!

Her body clamped around him and he picked up speed, flicking back and forth again and again, thrusting his finger in and out. He stroked her inner wall and she shook above him. The tension coiled in her belly, thick and tight and searing hot.
So close
.

As she moaned, he latched his lips around her clit, sucking the nub into his mouth and tapping with his tongue. And she shattered. Blazing light burned the dark—a flash bulb exploding in her mind.

She groaned and shuddered and he kept licking, prolonging her ecstasy, dragging every drop from her body. Flare after flare erupted across her eyelids and she sagged against the wall.

At last, he let her go, sliding her wobbly leg back to the ground as he fished her panties out of the dark. He tugged them up her legs and smoothed down her dress before standing up.

“Feel better?”

She laughed and grinned like an idiot. “Yes. Most definitely yes. I really needed that.”

“I could tell.”

“So…”

“So.”

Macy stared up into Ray’s eyes and all she saw was admiration and lust. But the thought of him and Damien together…Could she do it? Could she go down that road? She wanted to—she desperately wanted the courage to say yes. “I think I’m heading home.”

Ray reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Whatever you want, Macy.”

 
“I want you. But I need some time, okay?”

“Of course.”

Ray bent and brushed his lips against hers and she tasted her own arousal. Her clit throbbed and she pulled back. “I’ll see you at work?”

“Definitely.”

With a last smile, Ray stepped out of the electrical room and walked away. She watched him go, standing in the hallway with her fingers on her lips.

“H
ERE
’
S
THE
LAST
of the binders, Mr. Donovan. This should be everything.”

Macy stood beside his desk, prim in her navy pencil skirt and blouse. What a change from a week ago. She’d spent all day Sunday imagining Ray and Damien—their naked bodies draped over hers, their cocks thick and hard and filling her up. She’d worn the batteries out of her vibrator in a single day.

But come Monday morning, it all changed. Her boss had given her the project from hell and she’d worked like a dog all week—arriving before the lights turned on, leaving well after they shut off.

She’d eaten every meal at her desk, desperate for every second to work. Giant, last minute depositions weren’t her boss’s usual style. And he never dumped them on her with no help. But she wasn’t going to screw it up. No, sir. It just meant she couldn’t think about anything other than exhibits in triplicate and binders thicker than a textbook.

She clasped her hands together as her boss picked up one of the black behemoths and flipped the pages.
 

“You’re sure? I can’t have an exhibit out of place on Monday.”

“I’m sure, sir.”

Her boss flipped it shut and nodded. “Good. Get them boxed up and on the truck. They need to be at the Ritz by ten a.m. Sunday.”

“Yes, sir.” Macy backed up and turned toward the door.

“Oh, and Macy?”

“Yes, Mr. Donovan?”

“Take the night off. You’ve earned it.”

She cocked her head and stared. Did he just give her a compliment? And tell her to go home? Whatever it was, she wasn’t waiting around for him to take it back. “Thank you, sir.”

She slipped out of his office, hurried down the hall, and tumbled into Ray.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” She stepped back and smoothed her skirt. Heat rushed up her face and she clamped her lips together.
Ray
. The man she hadn’t had time to think about for more than a minute all week. The man who’d had his face buried in her pussy in an electrical room the Saturday before.