Allie thought they’d been doing some pretty damn fine exploring right here. “Wait,” she said, pulling her hand free. When he turned back, she almost knelt to the ground right there. Did he have any idea what he looked like? He didn’t seem to have any arrogance about the fact that he was built like a god, that those eyes of his made her feel completely wanton with nothing more than a glance. “I—” What was she going to say? I want to know why in the hell you want to have anything to do with me?
She wasn’t that pathetic, was she? And did it really matter why? She’d come here to learn how to go for it, hadn’t she? So go for it already.
“I don’t know your name,” she said finally. “If we’re going to…explore together, then I want to know—”
“Whose name to scream when you come?”
She gasped. So he had a little arrogance about him after all. But in this case, she was fairly positive he could back it up. Okay, she was dead certain. She tossed his grin right back. “It’s only fair. After all, you already know whose name you’re going to be screaming.”
Big words, Allison Walker. But, dear God, was she looking forward to backing them up. Or trying to, anyway. When he didn’t laugh in her face, she figured she was going to find out if she could.
“Cameron,” he said, then flashed that wicked grin she was coming to know and lust after. “But you can scream Cam if you want.”
“Big words,” she said, heart pounding.
He reached out and tugged her flush up against him. “I don’t have a problem with big. Do you?”
She swallowed against a suddenly tight throat. Tight lots of things, in fact. “No. Not at all.” She could feel the hard length of him pressing so perfectly against her. If she just went up on her tippy-toes and moved the tiniest bit—His eyes flared and she flushed even hotter. “Is it time to scream yet?” she asked with a little laugh.
He moved back and she had to fight the whimper that rose in her throat. He took her hand instead and she decided that any contact with him was apparently incredibly carnal. His hand was so big, his palm so wide it swallowed hers. Could a person come just from palm-to-palm contact? His thumb stroked the length of hers and the muscles between her legs actually clenched. That’s a big yes, she decided shakily.
“Shall we?” That light was back in his eyes. Eyes full of promises. Promises of pure pleasure.
Oh, we most certainly shall, she responded silently. “Lead on.”
He squeezed her hand and led her back to the main path, then paused at the first crossway. Three choices. One, she knew, led back to the mango race, or probably more aptly by now, the mango orgy. She sighed in relief when he turned to study their other options. She’d had enough mango pulp to last her a lifetime.
The one on the right, she knew, led down along the beach. Hmmm. Sex on the beach. She smiled privately. Not just a drink at the bar anymore.
“What’s so amusing?”
She glanced up at him, unaware he’d been watching her so closely. It was a heady thrill, his attentiveness. It sort of intimidated her…but in a good way. He seemed so determined to see this through, all she had to do was not screw it up by freezing up.
Right now being cold in any way seemed beyond the realm of possibility. She was aching hot. And wet. In ways that had nothing to do with waterfalls and mango juice.
“I was thinking that the mango race has likely progressed beyond the, uh, finish line at this point.”
He smiled, nodding. “My thoughts as well.” He stroked her palm with one thick fingertip. “And I’m not ready to cross the finish line anytime soon.”
She clenched again. “Me either,” she said, a bit hoarsely.
“So…which way?” He pulled her close, slid her in front of him, then pulled her back against him, so that they faced their choices together. He wrapped their joined hands across her waist, pressing her to him so that he prodded her right between her buttocks. She had to fight to keep from grinding back on him and wondered briefly what he’d do if she did. She was maybe a second away from finding out when he lifted his free hand and toyed, almost idly, with one of her nipples.
She gasped, then moaned a bit as he continued playing with her, finally letting her head loll back on his shoulder. She realized, distantly anyway, that she should have been shocked to realize they’d left the seclusion of the waterfall alcove with her totally bared from the waist up. Not that anyone else would notice, as she was still overdressed by the standards of most of the guests. But not by her own standards. And yet the idea of covering herself up right at the moment was completely abhorrent to her.
Especially since she knew he had a thing for her nipples. Who knew having sexy nipples could be so empowering? Her lips quirked, just before she moaned again as he shifted his attentions to her other breast. What would it be like when she finally convinced him to play with some other part of her?
“Which way?” he murmured, his lips brushing her temple.
All the way? “The way you’re doing it is just fine,” she breathed.
He laughed and she felt the rumble of it against her back, the tickle of his breath along her temple…the promise of it right down between her legs.
“You’re so damn responsive,” he said, then dragged their joined hands upward. “Do you ever pleasure yourself this way?” He brushed her own palm over her breast.
She couldn’t even answer; her throat had closed over. Sure, she knew how to give herself pleasure. It was that or go insane, given her love life. Or lack thereof. But it had never occurred to her to—She sucked in a breath as he pulled her palm up and licked it, then rubbed it over the peaking tip of her breast.
“Cam—” It was part plea, part protest. She wouldn’t last much longer like this before she was reduced to begging him to finish her off right there on the path.
He pulled their hands away and turned her around to face him, keeping just an inch or two of completely excruciating distance between them. Her backside actually mourned the loss of the sweet pressure of him nudging her. She wanted to swing right back around and plant herself on him, wriggling until he damn well did something about it.
So, she thought, only mildly shocked at the idea, it appeared she was well on the way to finding that inner slut after all. She smiled.
“This way,” he said decisively, pulling her toward the path she hadn’t contemplated at all. She had no idea where this one led, having taken the main one when she left the beach that afternoon.
He had her so aroused now that even the balmy night air caressing her bare, damp breasts made her twitchy. Just twenty-four hours ago she’d been in a high-stakes merger meeting, reciting flow-chart statistics to a bunch of very serious businessmen wearing stiff three-piece suits, wearing a stiff gray suit of her own, with matching sensible pumps, topped off by her favorite horn-rimmed glasses. She swallowed a smile, wondering what those men would think if she were to recite some stats dressed as she was now?
Would they think she had sexy nipples, too?
She imagined slapping her pointer on the long, sleek board table to draw their attention back to her charts. Maybe she’d keep the horn rims on. But the sensible pumps would definitely be traded in for something sharp and spiky. Her boardroom dominatrix fantasy was abruptly interrupted by the sounds of moaning. And for once, it wasn’t her.
Cam paused as well, just before a bend in the path.
Cameron. Figured he had a sexy name. Nothing so Plain Jane as her own. She glanced down at his left hand, wondering at his marital status. Not that it mattered here. Intimacies had a thorough screening process they put their prospective guests through, including a detailed medical history that required a complete physical with all the appropriate testing done, before they’d approve the registration. However, marital status wasn’t something they were concerned with. The club was about fulfilling fantasies, or at least providing their guests with every opportunity to fulfill their own. What and who you were before you came…and after you left…didn’t matter.
So long as you played by the rules while you were here.
She’d observed more than one couple checking in together and had wondered at the pressures of being a couple in a place like this. Then she’d laughed at her naïve-minded self as she realized that some of those couples might have come here specifically looking for…increased opportunities. Either solo…or together.
The moaning erupted in a shriek. A shriek of ecstasy, pulling Allie’s thoughts once again back to the present. She immediately tugged on Cam’s hand. “Maybe we should—”
He grinned down at her. “Take a peek?”
Her eyes widened, which made him laugh. “What?”
“Why so shocked?” He leaned in. “Doesn’t suit my Mr. Nice Guy image? All the more reason to do it.”
She gulped, but couldn’t deny that the gleam in his eye further aroused her. “I just thought we should give them some privacy.”
“Sweetheart, if they’re out here, they’re not concerned with privacy.”
Allie wasn’t so sure she agreed with this logic. What had happened at the waterfall hadn’t been planned, not on her part anyway. But as soon as he’d started toying with her nipples, she hadn’t thought once about the fact that someone—anyone—could have been watching them. Some little part of her sparked hard on that scenario, which she immediately ignored. She was on sensory overload enough at the moment, thank you.
Cam tugged her hand. “We’ll just walk by, then. You don’t have to look if you don’t want to. The path is here for all guests to use, right?”
Allie didn’t respond. Eyes on the path, she told herself. Though it wasn’t like she hadn’t seen some pretty lascivious scenes this evening already, but this was somehow different. This wasn’t a club event they were about to stumble over. This was—she drew in her breath as they rounded the bend and she came to a dead halt. “Dear Lord have mercy,” she whispered.
“I don’t think she’s looking for mercy,” Cam murmured back.
On a spongy-soft grassy area right off the path, a woman lay on her back, completely naked. There were four small stakes in the ground, each with a padded velcro strap attached. Both her wrists and ankles had been secured in the straps and she was being…attended to and quite thoroughly so, not by one man, but by three.
So that’s what you’d do with three of them, Allie found herself thinking, unable to tear her gaze away from the erotic tableau. Not that it mattered as the foursome was completely caught up in what they were doing.
One man was kneeling behind her head, rubbing the tip of his hard cock along her lips, but not allowing her to take him fully in her mouth, despite her attempts to do so. Another man was alternately sucking and toying with her nipples, making Allie want to rub at her own suddenly aching breasts. But it was the third man who had her clenching her inner thighs together. His head was between her legs and from the way she bucked and writhed, he was driving her madly insane with his tongue.
The woman was alternately begging and commanding him to finish her off, but he’d only lift his head when she did, until she whimpered and quieted, whereupon he’d make her shriek with pleasure by spearing her with his tongue once more.
Allie twitched and rubbed her thighs together, knowing she should be aghast at herself for standing there, staring, but she was helpless to look away.
“Would you enjoy something like that?” Cam murmured in her ear.
“In my dreams maybe,” she answered honestly. “But I’m not sure about reality.”
Cam chuckled. “Maybe if we started with just one man…and worked our way up?”
Allie shook her head slowly, gaze locked on the foursome. “I’m not interested in anyone else,” she said, then realizing how that sounded, she did look up at him. “I mean, I’m not ready. Not tonight. I hope you don’t mind.”
Cam held her gaze steadily. “I’d prefer to have you all to myself as well.” He shifted his gaze back to the scene in front of them, his finger drawing lazy circles on her palm. “There are probably more velcro straps around…Would you like to find a set?”
Allie imagined herself splayed like that, fully open and vulnerable to whatever Cam wanted to do with her, and clenched almost convulsively. “I—couldn’t.”
“Oh, yes you could,” he said, that deep voice of his vibrating against her skin.
She shook her head. “Too…public for me.”
“I could make you forget all about the public. Or maybe even make you very aware of them…and like it.”
She shuddered…in pleasure. But shook her head again. “Not tonight.”
Cam said nothing and Allie wondered if she’d just jeopardized her night with him. But he didn’t leave, didn’t pull away. Instead he leaned down and said, “I wonder if she’ll have all three of them before this is over.”
Allie couldn’t say anything. The very idea of having more than one man enter her during the same lovemaking session…was just too far-out to contemplate.
But apparently it wasn’t too far-out for the woman strapped to the ground. Her hips were pistoning now and finally, finally, the man between her legs dragged his tongue from her, up along her belly as he climbed over her and positioned himself between her legs.
“All of you.” The woman panted. “I want all of you.”
“You’ll have all of me,” he growled.
Her head thrashed to either side. “All…three…of…you.” She was moaning, panting. “Same time.”
“Same time?” Allie whispered. “Ouch.”
Cam chuckled, but she noticed he was having a hard time standing still.
Allie gasped as she realized just what the woman meant. As the first man kneeled between her legs and pushed into her, the man behind her head pushed himself into her mouth, while the third man had straddled her chest and held her breasts together so that he could stroke himself between them. All four of them were grunting and moaning now and Allie knew she had to look away, knew she shouldn’t be watching this. It wasn’t right.
Instead she found herself shifting in front of Cam, then pushing herself back on him. He jumped as though he’d been scalded, finally doing the impossible and tearing her attention away from the foursome to him. “I’m sorry,” she said immediately, “I was only, I just—”
Cam’s eyes looked a bit unfocused and he was breathing a bit unevenly. “No, it’s okay. I just didn’t expect you to—I was—” He broke off with a half laugh. “I was right on the edge. And the feel of your sweet backside on me was going to push me right over it.” He moved closer to her until he filled her immediate space, making her forget all about the people behind him, which, given the screaming crescendo they were all racing toward, was a pretty impressive feat.
“When I come tonight, I’m not going to be standing half clothed on some path,” he said hoarsely.
She held his golden gaze. “You’re not?”
He shook his head, looking straight into her. “Oh no. I’m going to be buried deep inside you.” He lifted his hand and stroked his fingers over her lower lip, making her tremble. “I do agree with you on one thing.”
“Which is?”
He pressed the tip of one finger between her lips, then pressed a bit further, until she took it into her mouth. “I want to be the only one entering you tonight.”
She shuddered, her gaze locked on his as she nodded. The feel of his long, hard finger pushing into her mouth, moving in and out, only served to drench her further. The muscles between her legs were so tightly clenched now they hurt.
“And I plan to enter you every way you’ll let me.”
He slid his wet finger from her mouth as she gasped, “Yes.”