Authors: Elle Saint James
A quick glance at Dominick, and she didn’t see any help there. He looked like a man unsettled with the events unfolding. Perhaps a better word to describe him was undecided about what he wanted to do regarding this weekend romp.
“Let’s go upstairs and have a chat,” Dominick murmured, and moved closer.
Clay stretched out his legs and crossed them as if to settle in front of the fire for awhile. “Don’t mind me. I’ll just warm up by the fire here for awhile.”
Tyler stood and pulled her up by her arms away from Clay’s comfortable form. He slid an arm around her waist and led her towards the stairs.
As they passed him, Dominick called out over one shoulder, “Go ahead. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”
Tyler didn’t remark or even break his stride as he fairly pushed her upstairs.
Once they were on the landing he turned and asked, “Clay didn’t scare you, did he?”
She tried not to show alarm in her face, but it didn’t seem to work. Tyler pushed out a long sigh and looked down the stairs like he was about to go kick Clay’s ass.
Stella put a palm on his cheek and turned his face toward her. “He certainly surprised me. I heard the garage door, but thought it was you and Dominick.” She wasn’t about to tell him that she was sprawled half-naked on the island when Clay came in. Although, given that this club was all about watching sex, perhaps it wasn’t that big of a deal in the great scheme of things.
Tyler nodded. “I never expected him to show up this early. We wouldn’t have left you alone if we’d known.”
Stella grinned and put a small kiss on his cheek. “Please don’t worry about it. He seems very nice. And I got the distinct impression that he was very worried about the two of you out here all alone.” Stella laughed. “I mean seriously, he’s probably right. If I weren’t here, wouldn’t you both be starving to death?”
He squeezed her around the waist again as they walked through the door to his room. “It’s a distinct possibility. That’s another reason we want you to stay. You’re the best cook.”
“You poor thing.” She gave him a smile. “Tell you what, if I’m ever looking for a part-time job as a short-order cook, I’ll let you know immediately, if not sooner.”
She’d never thought of herself as an expert gourmet cook or chef. Her mother hadn’t cared for her style of cooking, and on more than one occasion, had blamed her unusual meal choices as the primary reason she wasn’t married yet. Stella tucked away that pinch of hurt and regret that she’d never managed to make her mother proud of her before she left this world for the next one. And her mother’s overall dissatisfaction with the way she led her life without male influence in the form of a serious boyfriend, or better yet a husband, or even the barest hint of a driven need to get married and reproduce, made their relationship tense on the best of days.
For perhaps the very first time in her life, she pondered the satisfaction she’d derive from cooking for someone special in her life. These two men put her head in a whole different space. They were so generous with their praise when she barely made an effort. It was nice to be complimented on her cooking, and appreciated for her efforts by using the most limited of ingredients.
She’d always balked at doing anything related to “women’s work” because of her mother’s ideas for how she should have led her life. Her mother’s idea of a perfect utopian life was living as a housewife with several kids in suburbia, preferably with a rich man bringing home a steady paycheck. It would take a miracle to talk her into kids, but cooking for two men who appreciated her skills was something she’d never thought she wanted. Not until now, at least.
“If I thought you were serious, I’d hire you in a minute.”
They’d reached the side of his bed. Earlier she’d merely pulled the sheets up to the pillow, not really making the bed because she assumed they’d be back in it today. The look in Tyler’s eyes told her she was right. He put a hand on her chest at the wide opening of her half-unbuttoned shirt. His fingertips massaged either side of her collarbone. When he slipped his hand down to cover one breast, she couldn’t stop the sudden inhalation of breath. She wanted him again, unsure how that was even possible after all the sexual playing they’d already done.
Stella slipped her hands to his waistband and unbuckled his belt. He kissed her beneath her earlobe in an achingly tender gesture she would certainly miss. Unless she decided to throw caution to the wind and continue a relationship with them.
Was it crazy? Perhaps. Stella made a decision. She wouldn’t rule out anything regarding a future time together, but promised herself she’d leave and get some distance from them before making any final commitments about her a permanent relationship. She’d go home first and think things over on her own turf before saying anything she couldn’t take back.
Tyler pinched her nipple as she unzipped his pants. A lick of pleasure snaked from her nipple to her clit in a snap. She wrapped her fingers around his swollen cock and squeezed a moan out of him a second later. He nibbled a sensitive spot on her shoulder until she almost couldn’t take any more. He’d brought her so much pleasure, she wanted to return the favor. She fell to her knees and slipped his cock into her mouth.
“Jesus, you’re so good at that,” he grated out. He sat down hard on the bed as she sucked him deeper between her lips.
He pulled her off. “I’m thinking of a number between sixty-eight and seventy. Climb on the bed over me. Put your pussy where I can taste you.”
Stella grinned. She’d never participated in the highly publicized sixty-nine position before. She stood, unbuttoned her shirt, and shrugged it off of her shoulders as he also completely disrobed. He seated himself on the edge of the bed, scooted back until only his large feet dangled off, and motioned her to join him.
She crawled on all fours on the bed, turned so their heads were together, and kissed his mouth once. Then she kissed his chest on the way down to suck his cock again. Once she had his cock stuffed all the way between her lips and had started sucking, she felt his fingers on her pussy lips. He flicked her clit a few times and slid his fingers into her body. It felt pretty good, but when he then grabbed her outer thighs, pushed his mouth against her pussy and sucked her clit between his lips, she almost choked.
Fist gripped around Tyler’s cock, Stella sucked the wide head across her tongue and tried not to squirm away from the delicious things he was doing to her pussy. When he pushed two pussy-juice-laden fingers into her ass, she pulled her mouth off his cock and came in a rush so strong she almost fainted. Weakened from her climax, she slid off her elbows. Her breasts collided with his hip bones. He rolled them to one side, presumably so he could breathe again, since she basically collapsed on him.
Dominick entered the room just then. “I was watching from the door. You two look amazing together like that. I wish we had a large mirror in here to see better.”
Tyler removed his face from her pussy. “God, that was fun. Maybe we could go try out the Stadium. Lots of mirrors there.”
“But you didn’t even come,” Stella said.
“That’s okay, I can come next time.”
She felt truly guilty for stopping before he’d climaxed. Then what he’d just said infiltrated her lust-saturated brain. “What’s the Stadium?”
Dominick said, “The Stadium isn’t finished yet.”
“But what is it?” She persisted in her quest for knowledge of the elusive and intriguing place.
Tyler brushed his fingers along the inside of her sensitive thighs. “The Stadium is a specially created building on this property to help us realize the full potential of our unbridled lifestyle. In it is a large, open, mirrored space for threesomes to perform during our annual event. But Dominick is right. The place isn’t finished.”
“How about instead of moving this party, we stay here, I’ll undress, Stella finishes sucking your cock, and I can take her from behind as she does it.”
“Sounds great.”
“I agree.” Stella still breathed hard, but slid off the bed and positioned herself back between Tyler’s legs, now dangling off the bed.
Dominick started taking his clothes off as Stella bent at the waist and fastened her mouth around Tyler’s cock once more.
She started sucking as Dominick reached into the bedside drawer for a condom.
Tyler’s fingers wove through her hair as she sucked him deeper and deeper into her mouth.
Dominick, suddenly behind her, brushed his cock along the back of her thigh. She locked her knees as he penetrated her slick pussy easily.
Up and down, she moved on Tyler’s cock as Dominick matched her rhythm with his slow, seductive thrusts into her body. He gripped her hips for more leverage, and sped his thrusts.
She felt deliciously decadent sucking on one man’s cock as another filled her pussy. The stirrings of another climax rushed up her body.
“I’m about to lose it,” Dominick grated out between his clenched teeth. “She’s so fucking tight, it’s a wonder I don’t shoot my load with the first thrust inside her slick pussy.”
He reached around and fingered her clit as he fairly pounded inside her with his cock.
Without releasing Tyler’s cock from her mouth, Stella groaned as the orgasm she hadn’t expected rolled across her frame.
“Jesus, her pussy walls are squeezing my cock relentlessly.”
Tyler laughed. “And her mouth is squeezing mine with similar ferocity. I think we’ve died and gone to heaven. If I’m asleep, don’t wake me up.”
Dominick suddenly growled and thrust deeply. Three more quick strokes, and he bent at the waist and kissed her on the back.
As if patiently waiting for her to recover, Tyler’s fingers massaged her scalp with tenderness. All of a sudden, he tugged at her locks and whispered, “I’m about to come.” She sucked him a bit deeper into her mouth, the head of his cock suddenly pressed against the back of her throat. He came in a sudden rush, and Stella swallowed every drop of what he gave her.
How was she ever going to leave this behind? Perhaps she would make an effort to come back here. She’d just have to take care not to let anyone find out about the new decadent lifestyle she’d discovered and refused to give up.
* * * *
Snuggled up to Stella’s back, Dominick brushed his fingertips from her shoulder, down her arm to her hip, and back again. He kissed her beneath one earlobe, and she giggled.
“I love to hear your laugh.”
“Thank you. That’s sweet. It’s been a long time since anyone complimented anything I’ve done. You do it a lot. I like it.”
“What I said about loving your laugh is true. And if you haven’t been getting loads of compliments, then you’ve been hanging around the wrong men if they haven’t noticed.”
Stella sighed. “Well, that’s partly my fault. The truth is, I haven’t taken time for men in my life. Not for quite awhile.”
“Actually, I sort of like that, as well.”
She laughed again. A warmth surged in his chest at the sound. “What about Tyler?”
“He doesn’t count.”
“What about Clay?”
“I would only be upset about Clay if you were. It is entirely possible that if you chose this life, Clay would likely see us together in an intimate way. And it isn’t out of the realm of possibility that he might join the three of us in a private session if the mood ever struck all of us.”
She looked over her shoulder, a slight bit of concern in her gaze. “Like three men and me?”
He nodded. “Or he could replace one of us one time. Or he could watch us together in a private setting.”
“Huh. Interesting lifestyle. Just when I think I have it all figured out you throw me for a loop and I’m surprised yet again.”
He grinned. “Yeah. That’s one of the reasons I love this group so much. Unexpected rushes of sexual pleasure in unusual scenarios.”