Sweet Seduction(17)

Why couldn’t he have normal friends?

Drawn by the erotic sight of Julie, naked with only a bloodred sash tied around her eyes, he moved in close. He wanted to touch her. To run his hands over her skin and feel all the curves and soft swells.

She jumped when he put his palm down over her belly. Then she moaned softly when he let his fingers wander upward, brushing the undersides of her breasts. He cupped the mounds and ran his thumb over the puckered crest of her nipple. Such a wonderful contrast of silky smooth skin and velvety ripples.

He drew the nipple between his thumb and fingers, stroking and pulling just enough to get it to elongate. She raised her hands, blindly seeking him, but he stepped back. It was agony, because he wanted her hands on him, but he couldn’t take that chance.

No longer caring that there was another man in the room with them, Nathan started pulling off his clothing. The sooner he could get skin to skin with her, the sooner he’d be in heaven.

Julie trembled in anticipation. When would he touch her again? Those hands. Wonderful hands. Slightly rough, which told her he worked with his hands enough that they were calloused. They were gentle, yet firm enough to give her a decadent thrill as they traveled her body.

She could hear the soft rustle of clothing. Where was the other man? She jumped again when another hand curled around her ankle. Ah, there he was. His touch was different, more assertive. Less coaxing.

His fingers brushed along her leg, working the sensitive spots on the inside of her thigh, under her knee, then higher still until he was precariously close to her pussy.

Restless, she stirred, opening to him, but he backed off, and she moaned in frustration. His soft chuckle echoed in the quiet room.

Her first lover was back. She felt his presence before he ever touched her. The bed dipped as he crawled up beside her. There was a pause. Was he watching her? Looking at her? Did he like what he saw?

She arched her body invitingly, and then she gasped when his lips touched her belly. His hot tongue dipped into her navel, rimming it then grazing her skin with his teeth. She reached down, wanting to touch him, but the other man grasped her wrists, and to her surprise, pulled her arms up over her head, holding her captive there while his partner continued to lick a path up to her breasts.

The bristle of a beard scraped against her skin. God, she loved that. Nathan immediately came to mind. Him and that sexy goatee. Oh yeah, this blindfold idea was great. Now she could fantasize that it was Nathan running his tongue over her body.

His lips found her nipple, and he nuzzled gently, coaxing the bud into erection. Her mind went fuzzy as pleasure exploded through her body. His tongue laved over the point, and then he used his teeth to graze the delicate skin. She could no longer contain her cry when he sucked it strongly into his mouth.

He went taut against her at her exclamation, as if the audible sound of her approval pleased him very much. If that’s what it took, she’d be more than happy to reward him every time he pleased her.

To her complete shock, his hands and mouth left her breasts, and he framed her face with his palms then crashed his lips down over hers. It was as though he hungered for her far more than she hungered for him. He tasted her, devoured her, absorbed her.

Not content to lie there passively even though her arms were still trapped above her head, she kissed him back just as urgently. She opened her mouth to let him in, but she also thrust her tongue over his, wanting entry just as she allowed him access.

His beard scraped roughly at her chin, abrading the tender area. He tasted and smelled positively divine. Wholly male. Strong and powerful.

She studied the feel of his body pressed so close to hers. His chest wasn’t too hairy, but neither was his skin smooth. The dips and lines of his muscles, the fact that there was no give in his body, told her how solidly he was put together.

It was killing her not to touch him. She was a tactile person. Touching others was her living, her joy.

“I want to touch you,” she whispered.

He chuckled softly and the hands tightened around her wrists. No they weren’t going to allow her to touch. Why not? This was her fantasy, damn it.

But she forgot all about protesting when he moved down her body, his hands cupping her hips as he kissed a line straight to her pussy.

The man holding her wrists bent over her. She could smell him as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. God, the combination of these two men was the most powerful aphrodisiac she’d ever encountered.

A single finger slid through her folds, parting her and pressing into her heat. His mouth found her center, his tongue plunging deep.

The lips at her breast became more insistent, going from one to the other, sucking and nipping sharply. He was more demanding than the first. Not as gentle and sensual. The differences were compelling. Between her legs, her gentle lover made love to her with all the care and finesse of a man who instinctively knew how to please a woman. The man at her breasts was harder, with an edge to his movements that excited her even while she soaked up the attentions of the other.