She would be sadly mistaken if she thought she was going to escape him this time.
Determined not to let her out of his sight, Gabe had planned to ease her into this, but she was having none of it. She refused to join in their conversation. He could sense her becoming anxious. She took small, rapid sips of her wine. Her leg had begun to tap, and whether she realized it or not, she kept looking at the door.
He was thankful he’d flipped the security bolt on the door. If she decided to run, it would give him valuable extra seconds to stop her.
And he would stop her this time.
Even if he had to haul her back, kicking and screaming, to the room, even if he had to send the rest of the women packing for the night, he’d have Brooke. Whatever it took, he’d have her.
Tonight.
Approaching the couch, Gabe held out his hand. Cautiously, she accepted, and he pulled her to her feet. Taking her glass from her, he placed it on the coffee table. She stepped around the table as he directed her to the center of the room. She glanced nervously at the other women, making Gabe glad he’d had the foresight to think ahead. Reaching into his pants pocket, he pulled out a length of dark cloth.
She narrowed her eyes as he held up the blindfold for her to see, making him wonder if she’d become hostile again. Turning her around, he placed the cloth over her eyes and was pleasantly surprised when she didn’t fight him as he secured it behind her head.
“Tonight is about pleasure,” he murmured to her. “That means we turn off our brains and concentrate on how things feel, on sensations. Can you see?”
She touched her hand to the blindfold. “No.”
“Good. How does that make you feel?”
“Your question makes me feel like I’m at a damn therapist’s office.”
A few of the girls laughed, and Gabe fought his smile. Instead of reprimanding her, he brought his arms up and reached around her to cup her breasts. Leaning back against him, she bit her lip to suppress a groan.
He loved the way her tiny breasts felt in his large hands, the way her nipples instantly beaded, pushing against him. They were sensitive. He couldn’t wait to see how she reacted when they were licked.
“Still feel like you’re at a therapist’s office?”
Weakly, she shook her head against his shoulder.
“Good.” Leaving her breasts, he ran his palms down her arms. Clasping one of her hands, he tugged her toward the bed. Taylor and Shannon shifted away, instead joining Jacey in the small sitting area. Taking final swallows of their wine, they ditched their glasses on the coffee table and awaited his signal.
After last week’s debacle, he’d explained to them that Brooke hadn’t been invited to the motel, that she’d shown up and wasn’t in the least prepared for an orgy. They better understood her shocked reaction. This time, they would ease her into it.
He helped Brooke onto the big bed. Under his direction, she crawled on her hands and knees toward the headboard. “Hold up.”
He climbed onto the bed with her, moving in front of her to rest his back against the headboard. Once settled, he shifted Brooke so her back aligned with his chest, her ass snuggled up against his crotch, his legs around hers. When he had her positioned just so, he began drumming his fingers over her skin—up her exposed arms, over her shoulders, her neck, and her jaw. With each stroke, she leaned into his touch, her breath accelerating.
“Let’s lose the top, shall we?”
Brooke nodded. Apparently, when he’d placed the blindfold on, her cutting tongue and sharp wit had been dulled. If she remained voiceless, he’d have to store that information away for later. The secrets to shutting Brooke up were few and far between.
Tonight, she’d worn a button-up blouse. He wondered if she’d hoped it would be a tougher line of defense than her halter dress had proven to be, but with the way she melted into him, he was confident even a chastity belt wouldn’t have been much of a barrier. Rather than undoing the buttons himself, Gabe raised her hands and kissed each one before letting them rest on her shirt.
“Show me how much you want this, how much you want to be touched, to be played with,” he whispered in her ear.
One by one, the buttons came free beneath Brooke’s fingers.
“That’s my girl.” His words extracted a shiver from her. She easily became excited for him, and that was proving to be a powerful aphrodisiac.
When she’d finished, Gabe brushed the side of the shirt away to reveal a black lace bra. He rolled his hips, prodding her ass with his growing erection. She moaned and grasped his thighs, her sharp fingernails digging in.
“Is this the one from Tuesday?” His fingers coasted over the lace. It was nearly sheer, and although he could see the dark outline of her nipples, he wanted to know their exact color, size, and shape.
“Yes,” she replied meekly.
Against her ear, he whispered low, ensuring the others couldn’t hear as he told her, “You have no idea how much you’ve pleased me, Brooke.”
Brooke bit her lip, her tight hold on his thigh becoming a soft stroke. “Could we maybe get on with it?”
He wasn’t sure if it was nerves or excitement that had her asking that, but either way, Gabe agreed. “Lean forward. I’m going to strip away this shirt and your bra.”
She did as she was told, but as he removed the pink top, she showed how hesitant she was when she asked, “Can I keep the bra? At least for now?”
“No.” He kissed her bare shoulder, lingering to suck the spot where her shoulder and neck met lightly. He was surprised at how much he liked her short hair. Except for Jacey, most of the women he brought here had long hair, past the shoulder or longer, but with Brooke, he didn’t have to shift it out of the way. He had access to everything he wanted. “The bra comes off.”
He ran his hands over her thighs and briefly came into contact with her pussy. Even through her clothes, he could feel the heat coming off her. Nervous as she was, she was equally excited.
Traveling upward, Gabe’s hands glided along her back to the bra clasp. Quickly, he unhooked it and slid the straps off her arms. After tossing the garments aside, he noted she was still doubled over.
“No hiding,” he chided. He was about to remind her that this wouldn’t be the first time he’d seen her naked body but realized the old memory would only sever his chances of burying himself between her thighs. Nothing would get Brooke out of here faster than talk of poor decisions she’d made in high school. Rather than dwell on the past, he opted to stay in the present. “Let me see you.”
She gave a disgruntled sigh but let him arrange her again the way he wanted. Resting his head back, he stroked her sides, brushing the back of his knuckles over her slender stomach. Not touching her breasts was a challenge, but he first wanted to look his fill. Over her shoulder, he peered down at her. She was small, not at all what he was used to, but her little breasts made his mouth water just the same as the other women, with their enormous tits and big areolas.
He sensed the other women growing restless and knew they soon would need to be involved.
Taking her breasts in his hands, Gabe closed his eyes. She arched her back, pushing the tiny buds further against his palm.
“That’s right, Brooke. Feel,” he cooed to her while nodding at the others, indicating they should approach. Brooke must have felt their nearness because she tensed beneath his touch. He waited until she relaxed again before pinching them.
As the mattress dipped to accommodate Jacey and Taylor, one on either side of them, Brooke shifted back against Gabe. Again, under his laboring, she loosened up, and that was when he plucked at her nipples, pinching them a final time before holding them up like an offering.
Jacey’s head lowered over the left nipple as Taylor clamped down around the right. Brooke bucked upward. He wasn’t sure if it was from the unexpected sensations or if her mind was reacting negatively to the idea of being touched sexually by other women.
He got his answer when she moaned and wriggled in his embrace. Jacey and Taylor each brought a hand down to help hold her in place.
He felt their tongues circling his fingertips, wetting them and Brooke’s nipples in the process. Taylor occasionally raked her teeth along the sensitive skin. Jacey gave a throaty moan of appreciation.
Gabe laid kisses along Brooke’s shoulder and watched the others feast on her. This time, he found watching them not nearly satisfying enough and couldn’t wait to taste her for himself. Inwardly, he flinched as he experienced jealousy for the first time since renting the motel room.
* * *
Brooke focused on the sensations, not the practical voice in her head that continued to tell her this was wrong. She was thankful to be leaning on Gabe. Without him, she wasn’t sure how she’d have reacted.
The second the women’s mouths had touched her, she’d exploded. She’d always had sensitive nipples but having them touched and sucked simultaneously was nearly too much for her. Her hips struggled to be free, but they held her down. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. Her panties were getting wetter and wetter. She wanted relief. She wanted Gabe’s hands on her clit. Behind the blindfold, tears welled in her eyes as the pleasure wound her tighter and tighter. She continued to twist and buck, but it did her no good.
Gabe ran his tongue over the shell of her ear, his fingers never leaving her nipples. “Have you ever come from this? From having your nipples played with?”
“No,” she whimpered.
She felt him smile against her skin. “I bet you could. They seem very responsive.”
“No.” She didn’t want to come from this. Greedy as it seemed, she didn’t want it to be over that quickly, and not knowing what would come next scared her a little bit. Would they expect her to reciprocate? She didn’t know if she could.
“Stop thinking,” Gabe snapped.
Frustrated, Brooke fought harder to get free, but with Gabe’s arms around her, she lacked the space to succeed.
“Brooke, moan for me. Let me hear how much you like this.”
It started as a refusal, but quickly, her noises turned crude. The pleasure was so intense, the idea so erotic she started thinking he was right, that she could come from this. The orgasm was building. Women sucked her tits while Gabe held them still. It was hot, it was carnal, and it was oh so wrong.
His chest raged against her with each of his panted breaths. She felt his dick nudging her backside, and as though he knew what she was thinking, he said, “I can’t wait to fuck that tight little pussy of yours.”
That did it.
She broke, crying out.
Whoever was sucking her nipples stayed with her until the pleasure subsided, but instinctively, they moved away before it became too much.
Even though she wondered who had done that to her, she was grateful for the ignorance the blindfold provided. The blindfold had been a smart move on Gabe’s part, but now, as she lay limply in his arms, the afterglow of her climax receding, panic moved in.
The idea of bolting was again beginning to take root, but before it was fully formed, Gabe reached down and cupped her through her pants.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled. “Let’s get rid of the pants.”
That idea would have scared her, but his hand on her kept the fear at bay. She ground herself against his palm. Another set of hands tried to undo the button at the top of her pants, but with her flailing, there was no hope for it.
Gabe chuckled. “Normally, I’m not one for restraints, but if you don’t stop wiggling, I might have to invest in a set.”
“No,” she protested.
Trying to be still was difficult when he slowly, deliberately ran two fingers along her seam. She arched into him, desperate for more.
Giving up, Gabe’s hands left her mound. He grabbed her chin and twisted her face toward him. Their lips met, and she thought she might expire on the spot. She wanted to rotate, to face him and eagerly return his kiss, but someone had perched between her legs and was frantically working at undoing her pants, limiting her ability to move. Once the button slipped free, she heard the zipper being lowered. As they stripped her of her chinos, she realized how good Gabe was at distracting her.
Naked but for a pair of gray cotton panties, Brooke ended the kiss.
She could feel their stares on her body. Whoever had removed her pants shifted far enough away that Brooke could bring her legs closed. But Gabe would have none of that. “No, Brooke, let us see.”
She wanted to believe that if she were alone with Gabe, she would have let him look, but she doubted it. She flattened her legs against one another. Strange hands settled on her ankles, ready to pry them apart, but Gabe stopped them. Behind her, she felt his head shake. “Give her time. Let her do it on her own.”
Relief had her sagging against him.
“I can’t believe you wore granny panties.” Gabe laughed.
“They’re comfortable cotton,” she corrected.
“I’m surprised you wouldn’t wear matching underwear.”
Brooke shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t really have a lot of matching sets. I never needed them.”
She and Kevin had always been relaxed with one another. Brooke had never felt the need to invest in sexy clothes. She had never felt the need to impress him. At the beginning of their relationship, she probably would have splurged, but at the time, pretty underwear wasn’t in the family budget.
Now, she wished she’d stopped at a lingerie store.
“Don’t get me wrong, they’re cute.” To prove his point, he traced the little bow at the top.
“Maybe I’ll get something nicer for next time,” she said, unaware of what she’d agreed to.
“Next time,” Gabe purred by her ear. “I’m going to hold you to that, but honestly, you won’t be wearing them long.” His fingers stroked downward, moving over her clit. She moaned, her thighs inching apart on their own. “That’s really good, Brooke, but can you spread them further?”
Too weak to answer, she shook her head no.
“Please, Brooke, for me. Part those pretty little legs.”
She wasn’t entirely sure at what point she’d lost her sense of free will, but somehow, he’d taken it. Gabe had broken down the walls she’d constructed to protect herself from him.
She spread her thighs wide.
Gabe stiffened behind her, causing her to tense. She could sense the stillness that settled into the room, as though everyone watching her was holding a collective breath. Immediately, she tried to close her legs, but Gabe stopped her. With a hand on each thigh, he pressed her legs into the mattress, keeping her exposed.
“What’s the matter? What’s wrong?” She struggled in his hold, panicked that the trimming she’d done in that area hadn’t been sufficient.
“What the hell happened to your thighs?”
Oh! Brooke sagged in relief.
The razor blade marks that disfigured her thighs were ugly but a constant reminder of why she worked so hard to keep her brain straight. It was never an easy task, which was why she refused to be ashamed of her legs, not that she flaunted the self-inflicted marks, but when it came to sex, she wasn’t going without just to keep them hidden.
Taylor was studying to be a social worker; she’d know exactly what the scars were. Jacey would also know. She probably saw them at the hospital all the time. She wondered if Gabe would recognize them for what they were.
She didn’t want this night to turn into a discussion about how she’d messed her life up, so she redirected him. No longer fighting his hold, Brooke relaxed her legs. “You told me to feel, not to think. I want to feel you touching me.”
Gabe didn’t loosen his hold; he was still rigid against her. Just when she thought he might question her, she felt multiple feminine hands touch her legs. A hand rubbed over each shin. A set of hands came down to smooth each thigh. Yet Gabe still didn’t yield.
Brooke was startled when she felt a face approach her own. By the sweet scent of marshmallow that wafted to her nose, she assumed it was Taylor. A soft kiss was pressed to her cheek, and then Taylor moved past her to Gabe. She softly whispered that he should relax.
Brooke could hear each kiss that Taylor laid against Gabe’s skin, but she was sure they weren’t kissing on the mouth because she could still feel his breath brushing along her hair. Slowly, his tight grip on her thighs loosened.
Taylor’s face moved away.
“You’re right, Brooke. Let’s get rid of the panties.”
Damn! That hadn’t been what she’d meant. The hands that had been stroking her abruptly changed their pace, and through no effort of her own, she was stripped of her last piece of clothing. They helped him to part her legs when she struggled. In a heartbeat, the tempo had changed.
When her legs were stretched wide, Gabe lifted his own and pinned hers down, effectively holding her open.
“No, Gabe, wait!”
Repositioning, Gabe grabbed her chin and kissed her. Unlike the last kiss, this one reminded her of the kisses he’d given her at the office. Bold and possessive, he took her mouth, and rather than lamely hang there, Brooke responded, meeting his tongue with her own.
Mouths latched onto her nipples again, greedily sucking on them. She sobbed against Gabe’s lips, her body responding to the wildness of the moment. She so wanted this, but when a pair of hands drifted up the inside of her legs, she started to freak out again.
A finger stroked over her center, parting her pussy lips. Brooke ripped herself away from Gabe’s kiss, but his hand held her chin tightly, ensuring she wouldn’t get far. In complete darkness, she was acutely aware of each touch.
“No,” she whimpered.
“Yes,” he whispered hotly against her lips. “Give yourself over to it. Please me, Brooke.”
Between ragged pants, her tongue darted out to dampen her lower lip. She refused to respond.
“Tell me how ready she is, Shannon,” he instructed. “Tell me she likes it.”
Brooke barely had time to swallow before Gabe thrust his tongue back into her mouth. Below, fingers that had to be Shannon’s moved over her labia, parting her. Two fingers dragged up and over her clit. Her hips lifted in response.
“She’s wet,” Shannon confirmed. She used her fingers to spread Brooke’s cream over her thigh to show her, to prove how wet she’d gotten. Then the fingers returned, stroking over her once more. Taylor and Jacey’s mouths left her, and based on the noises she was hearing, she assumed they’d started kissing, but they still played with her nipples, Rubbing, pinching, and flicking.
Briefly, Gabe stopped kissing her to demand, “I want her dripping.”
The fingers that had been stroking her pushed into her passage. Gabe’s mouth muffled her cry. Behind her, he lifted his hips, grinding his cock into her back. The stimulation was too much. She wouldn’t be able to hold off the orgasm that was building.
Breaking their kiss once more, Gabe used one hand to grasp her hips and hold her in place for his thrusts. “Tell me how she tastes.”
The mattress dipped as the weight shifted.
Brooke opened her mouth to tell him no, but he used it as a chance to put the tip of his middle finger into her mouth.
“Suck it.”
She did.
Lower, Shannon held her lips open and licked over her. She tried to buck, but Gabe held her down. Finding Brooke’s clit, Shannon sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue flipped over and over it. She inserted two fingers into Brooke and quickly worked them in and out.
Gabe slowly built up a rhythm that worked in time with the fingers Shannon had in her pussy. His finger pulled out of her mouth only to push back in. Brooke wrapped her tongue around it, sucked, and lavished it as instructed.
She became feverish. Wild in the naturalness of her body’s response, she was no longer in control of her movements.
Removing his finger, Gabe trailed it across her lip, along her jaw, and down her neck, leaving a hot, wet trail. “Maybe next time I’ll have you suck my cock instead. Would you like that?”
Pleasure raked over her body, clogging her senses. Her brows pinched tight.
“Would you like that, Brooke?”
She couldn’t answer. She just couldn’t.
Panting, she listened to him as he praised her. “You’re so beautiful right now. Your lips parted, your breath coming fast. Your nipples are so hard. Have you ever been this wet?” He chuckled when her only answer was a weak, strangled moan. “I doubt it. You get nice and wet for me, don’t you? Wetter than you’ve ever been. I bet you’re soaking the bedspread.”
She howled. Shannon didn’t let up, her silky hair grazing Brooke’s thighs.
“Not yet, Brooke. Not just yet. Don’t let go. Hold on to it.”
She sobbed.
“You look so hot right before you come. Make it last for me.”
She could feel his gaze on her. She gritted her teeth.
“That’s right, I’m going to watch you come. Then I’m going to fuck you.”
“Please…”
Gabe brushed away Jacey and Taylor, replacing their fingers with his own. “Yes, Brooke, now.”
He tugged on her nipples, and she screamed, coming hard against Shannon’s mouth.
Contentment settled in her bones, but Gabe didn’t let her rest. He yanked the blindfold from her head. She blinked at the imposing glow and used her arm as a shield against the rays shining from the grungy ceiling-mounted light.
“Jeeze, Gabe, warn a person next time, would you?” Smirking, she turned toward him, but the harsh look on his face quickly drained her amusement.
He looked starved. Hungry.
He slipped out from behind her, and as though they had it planned, the other women moved to undress him. They stripped him of his t-shirt and pants.
Bulkier than she remembered, Gabe looked magnificent. He had that comic-book superhero body. Big biceps and broad shoulders that tapered into a narrow waist. The time he spent at the gym with Nick was far from a waste. He had a six-pack that proved he dedicated long hours to various crunches. Dark chest hair coated his upper body and thinned almost strategically as it neared the waistband of his boxers.
She felt a little robbed of the opportunity to undress him herself, but she supposed this was what Gabe wanted, and if that was what it took to finally have him, she’d play by his rules.
His boxers were stripped from him, but Brooke only got a glimpse of the goods before Taylor dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth.
Pleasure must have forced him to look away. Eyes closed, he dropped his head forward. Engrossed, Brooke couldn’t take her eyes off the scene, but it didn’t last long. Only moments in, Gabe stopped Taylor.
“Maybe we’ll do more of that next time, but for now, go get ready.”
The girls started undressing, and each one retrieved their purses. As they removed assorted vibrators from their handbags, Brooke became a bit wary, unsure of what to expect next.