Innocent in New York (15 page)

"Breathe," he told her, "I don't want you passing out."

She hadn't noticed. She released the lodged air in her lungs and refilled them. Calming somewhat, she let her back relax, sinking against the man's chest.

"There we go," he murmured. "No rush, your audience will stay to the very end. They'll love this."

Sophia heard a feminine laughter in the audience, light and cheerful. Who waited in the audience? Did James invite them? Did they come on their own will?

"The room's completely filled. In fact," he said close by her ear, "I can't remember this many showing up before. They'll watch your every move and your every plea for release."

"I haven't pleaded," she breathed.

"You will before I'm done with you," he promised. His hand stroked slow, lazy circles over her smooth stomach before those wicked fingers trailed lower. Sophia bit her lip and pushed back a whimper, her skin impossibly sensitive. Even his shirt, with a slight grittier feel than James', set her nerve endings on fire. Every little detail counted. The red and gold curtains she remembered from her first visit made sounds as someone entered or exited. She could hear the flicker of candlelight from somewhere near — perhaps a person walked by and at the same time looked at her — and there was the distant sound of a glass being placed upon a table followed by a low murmur of voices.

"They all wish to switch places with me," he spoke lowly only to her. "I'm not going to let them. They're going to watch me make you come and they're going to hate me a little more for being the one responsible for it, but they'll watch and drink in every little breathy whimper I'll pull from your lungs. It'll drive them insane."

It was part of the show, Sophia thought, to paint her an image of the spectators — of what waited in the room she couldn't see.

"James warned me of you," the man said, opting for her attention. "You're afraid of what you might enjoy. Relax and let us take care of you." His voice carried like a dream — comforting and beguiling, inviting her in to someplace new. "One word, and James will take you away from here before you can even blink. You're the one in control here."

She nodded, comforted by that, as well as by James's promise. He rewarded her with a kiss on her neck.

"Good girl."

Good girl
, the words echoed in her mind. But she wasn't. He dipped a little lower, to the building heat between her legs, and Sophia shuddered when he stroked her. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back.

He made a low growl by her ear, her reactions seeming to please him while he played with her. He stroked her pussy, and Sophia rocked against his fingers. She whimpered, feeling him part her folds and tease her — back and forth — making her lose her mind. Just the tip of his fingertip slid inside her, the fingers of his other hand digging into the flesh of her thigh. He groaned, stilling his movements.

"You're tight," he spoke, his lips skimming her shoulder. He moved deeper, establishing a gentle rhythm in and out, each thrust sinking deeper, and she couldn't stop her orgasm from rippling through her body. She cried out and leaned her head against the man's shoulder while he held her to keep her bottom from lifting. She panted, writhed, and gladly took what he offered, completely submerged in bliss.

"James is watching you, Sophia. For every move, for every moan, he wants to have you."

"James," Sophia pleaded for him in-between pants. "James."

She heard him say, "I'm here."

"Can I see you?" she asked, wanting to reach up to remove her blindfold, but the man grasped her arms.

"If you come for me, I will remove your blindfold. Can you do that?" His words were low and softly spoken, and for a moment, she felt as if there was just him.

She felt a finger graze her slit slowly, and though tired after the explosive orgasm, she felt herself become wetter, coating the man's probing fingers.

Sophia whimpered, and then a couple of fingers thrust into her dripping pussy. She arched her hips, unashamedly rocking into his touch.

"Let it go, Sophia." She heard James's words by her right side, coaxing and gentle. "Come now."

She skyrocketed at once by the sound of his voice, by the firmness of his command, and she screamed out with the rise of her climax. Fingers withdrew from her trembling sex and then the man stroked her, making her twitch in the aftermath of her orgasm. She melted against the strong chest behind her, the last of her strength slipping through her fingers.

James held true to his words and removed her blindfold. She blinked, seeing his handsome face before her come clear. The low candlelit room even felt bright after she'd been kept in the dark. He leaned in, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her. "That was insanely hot," he murmured against her lips.

"I agree," a voice spoke behind her, and Sophia remembered she wasn't there alone. She turned in the man's arms and found one of the twins there, grinning broadly, green eyes twinkling. Eric. She tensed, not expecting to see one of them.

"There, there," he chuckled. "You didn't complain a minute ago. You took off like a skyrocket with my fingers fucking your tight little pussy." He squeezed her thigh.

Sophia glared at him, humiliation catching up. How desperate she must've seemed — the way she begged and moaned for his touch.

"It was the hottest thing I've seen." His gaze flickered to James. "You're a lucky guy having this one in your bed."

James's eyes were only on her and then he leaned down and kissed her again, this time slow and gentle, giving her a brief taste of his tongue before he parted. He walked off the stage, took a seat in one of the chairs closest to the small stage, knitted his fingers and propped his chin atop them. Sophia perused the viewers occupying the room. In the back, a woman sat atop another woman's lap, both their interests set on her and the twin. A quick look around and she'd guess there were maybe forty people. She wondered if they wanted to be there or if they had been
forced
to.

"They want to be here," Eric said, his hand touching her inner thigh and inching closer to her sex. She gasped. "Trust me," he murmured into her hair, "they want to be here."

Sophia watched the observers through half-lidded eyes.

A movement from the corner of her eyes caught her interest and she spotted his brother strolling across the stage toward them, wearing a pair of ripped faded jeans resting low on his hips, upper body exposed. Her gaze moved to his rippled chest and broad muscled shoulders, up the thick column of his neck, and finally to that striking face. She knew the twin holding her was of the same build with that hard, impeccable chest keeping her from collapsing. The upright twin smiled at her perusing him, and she blushed hotly, averting her eyes.

"You're shy now?" Eric teased from behind her. "Does my brother make you nervous?" His breath warmed her skin. "He's going to taste you." He nipped at her rapid beating pulse. "Spread your legs for him."

She hadn't noticed she'd closed them. Sophia sent a bewildered look at the nearing twin, watching a grin widen across his face. She squirmed in Eric's lap.

"That feels good, sweetheart," he cooed, making her freeze. "You're getting wet by the thought of my brother tongue-fucking you. Don't pretend otherwise."

Sophia glanced at the twin from his direct words. He grinned at her, his thumb circling a spot on her thigh that made a warm shiver course through her. "Be a good girl now."

She gulped, looking to Lucas instead. The clusters of pillar candles sent light onto his face and made his cheeks hollow, eyes dark with glimmers of reflection from the candles. He shielded the crowd and James from her view, and Sophia couldn't look away from him towering above her, couldn't distance from that hungry look in his eyes.

"I knew you'd come around," he said as he lowered very slowly, a knowing grin spreading across his face.

The twin behind her lashed his tongue over a spot on her neck. "She's fucking amazing. You have to feel her." Next she felt his lips against her ear, toying with her earlobe.

"I plan to," Lucas said, all the while keeping his gaze on hers. "Do you want my mouth on you?" His calm tone took nothing from his words as he grabbed her legs, tugging them apart. He proceeded to drag his lips up her calf, paused to kiss her softly on her knee and took a moment to look at her from beneath those dark thick lashes, before venturing higher. Sophia let her head touch Eric's shoulder.

"You and my brother made quite a mess here," he continued, and horrification tinted her cheeks, made her legs strain against their iron hold that only seemed to amuse them when their gazes locked. "I should really clean this up." His lips skimmed her inner thigh, sucking on her skin and making her heart pound faster. "Do you want my mouth on you?"

He stopped tasting her skin, and Sophia's eyes blinked open, missing the feel of his lips. If given a question, she answered or there was no reward.

"Yes," she croaked, "please."

"What?"

Sophia drew in a staggering breath, letting the words leave her lips in soft whisper, "Please taste me."

Lucas sent a quick look over his shoulder. "James already knows what you want, he can handle hearing it," he spoke once returning his focus on her.

She dared a fleeting glance James's way. Lucas didn't rush her, appearing as if he had all night at his disposal. A soft brush of his fingers on her thigh made her body clench.

"Please," she spoke louder, "taste my pussy."

One of the corners of his lips quirked. "Hold her steady," Lucas said with a wink, and in return Eric folded her legs further apart, spreading her open for his brother's peruse. Her heart smashed wildly against her ribcage, her gaze flitting to James's intense stare from the table closest to the stage, and his eyes on her made impossible heat roar inside of her. Lucas's tongue touched the sensitive lips of her sex, lapping up her slit with one long drag of his tongue. She buckled, her nails digging into Eric's arms. Her pulse quickened.

"Feeling good?" he murmured, and Sophia answered with a breathless
yes.

"Oh, God," she blinked her eyes shut, feeling Lucas delve his tongue into her, doing what his brother's fingers did minutes ago.

"You're so close," Eric brushed his fingertips over the peak of a breast. She pushed her hands against his thighs, trying to get away, trying to get
closer
. Eric reached down between her legs and with firm small circles he massaged her clit — around and around — and combined with Lucas's skillful tongue, she came hard in their embrace. He continued to suckle her flesh, rendering her boneless. She sighed in content while Eric's lips nipped at a spot beneath her ear.

She felt a fingertip slick down her pussy before continuing further. Her eyes sprang wide-open, all of her attention settling on the roaming fingertip, going where it had no business. He pushed it gently against her ass. She rose off Eric's lap but he held her in a vice-like grip.

Lucas's gaze shot to her face. "Have you ever been touched here?"

"No," she huffed out.

"James," Eric taunted from behind her, "I'm shocked you haven't taken her there yet."

Yet.
Sophia sucked in a breath, her gaze shifting from Lucas to James whose direct stare made her blush.

Lucas chuckled, his finger circling her rosebud repeatedly with a slick finger, making her body clench at the foreign feeling of someone touching her there. She quivered, stuck in Lucas's gaze.

"You're gushing, sweetheart," he said, "by the thought of James fucking that tight virgin ass, no doubt."

"No," she tried to argue, but her hips moved carefully, pushing a little closer to Lucas. His smile widened.

"Yes," Eric corrected, and nibbled her ear from behind her, "don't lie to us. You're an open book. Right now, you're a very naked, very vulnerable, open book, giving up your secrets to us."

"Please," she panted for something to give, unable to say anything else when Lucas pushed in to the first knuckle, soothing her by kissing her thigh.

"Let him in, Sophia," Eric reached down to toy with her sex, easing the tip of a finger inside, mirroring his brother's action. She whimpered when they both eased inside further before firmly sliding all the way in in a synchronized movement. The people in the room watched them take her breath away, watched the men wring out a scream of absolute pleasure from her lungs as she came undone in seconds.

"Fucking hell," Eric rasped against her ear, and dragged his lips down her neck. "I think you got everyone in the room off during that one." He kept up his focus on her neck while Lucas's mouth teased the inside of her thighs with little nips. His teeth grazed her flesh, and she was so sensitive that she imagined razors rasping her skin. She pushed back a little at the discomfort, but Lucas followed suit.

Something sharp, like needles, prickled the skin of her inner thigh. Sophia frowned, and just as her eyes flicked open, something sliced through her skin, and a sharp pain made her gasp and arise from her leisured position. Lucas had bitten her, lips fastened to her skin, sucking. Eric cupped her breasts and pinched her sensitive peaks, and before she had the chance to push them away, a climax made her arch and cry out. It flooded through her like wildfire starting where he bit her, pushing thoughts of horror away from what was happening.