Because Naughty Holidays Can Be Oh So Nice 2015 (20 page)

Luke’s fingers released her pussy lips, his big hands gripping the insides of her thighs as he spread her legs wide.

“Lick her,” he grunted to Cole. “Fuck her with your tongue.”

Cole obliged, his tongue sliding inside her as Luke shifted her, allowing Cole better access.

“Let him see your tits,” Luke grumbled in her ear.

Sierra pulled the top of her dress down, freeing her breasts, and Cole’s hungry gaze slid up her body. The dress was now bunched around her waist. Knowing that Cole enjoyed when she participated, Sierra cupped her breasts, squeezing them, teasing her nipples while he slipped two fingers inside her, his lips wrapping around her clit, sucking until the sensation was nearly too much.

“I want you to come,” Luke said, his voice laced with gravel. “Then I want to slide my dick into your sweet little ass while Cole fills your pussy. Can you handle that, baby?”

Sierra nodded, trying to process what he was saying, but the words were merely filler at this point. She was overwhelmed by sensation, her body tightening as her climax loomed.

“Luke … Cole…” She couldn’t hold back any longer; her orgasm crested, then exploded. She cried out, her body convulsing as Cole continued to lick and suck, his fingers curling until they were brushing her G-spot, making brilliant flecks of light dance behind her closed eyelids.

She thought he would send her over again, but Cole slowly eased his fingers from her body, and she opened her eyes to see him laving Luke’s dick, his eyes locked on them.

“Fucking perfect,” Luke growled. “Love watching you suck me.”

While he did, Cole reached behind him for the desk, retrieving a tube of lubricant. Sierra fought to catch her breath as she watched Cole lube Luke’s dick, preparing him so that he could fill her ass the way he’d promised.

When Cole got to his feet and planted his ass on the edge of the desk, Sierra wondered what they had in mind, but it didn’t take long for her to figure it out. Luke stood, lifting her as though she weighed nothing. She reached for Cole, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He was holding her weight off him while Luke guided Cole’s cock into her pussy.

Sierra eased down on him, Cole’s hands gripping her ass tightly. She couldn’t move in this position, but Cole easily lifted her, lowered her, his cock filling her so exquisitely. She felt Luke’s warmth at her back, knew he was getting ready.

And then his cock was nudging her asshole while Cole stilled, the muscles in his arms flexing as he held her between them. Sometimes she wondered how they came up with these positions, but she never complained. They knew what they were doing, knew how to pleasure her in ways she’d never imagined.

“Relax, baby,” Luke whispered against her ear as the thick head of his cock breached the tight ring of muscles.

Sierra took deep breaths, relaxing as he slid deeper, her body so full it was uncomfortable at first. Cole began moving beneath her, filling her, and she realized that Luke was holding her, as well. And then they were both thrusting their hips upward, filling her at the same time, then resuming an alternating rhythm. Someone’s thumb—she didn’t know whose—pressed against her clit, circling the bundle of nerves until she was panting, her head spinning as the pleasure intensified.

She reached for Luke, her hand curling around his neck behind her while her other arm ringed around Cole’s neck, holding them both to her as they fucked her roughly, their combined grunts and groans echoing in the oversized office.

“Ah, Sierra,” Cole mumbled. “That’s it, baby. Squeeze my dick.”

Her inner muscles clamped down on him as he fucked her.

“God, Sierra,” Luke groaned. “So fucking tight. Gonna make me come.”

She wanted them to come. At the same time. Wanted them to fill her, to claim her in a way that only they could do.

That thought triggered her orgasm, brilliant sensation racing out from her center, making her mind spin as she gave herself over to her release.

More grunts followed and she knew they were close. Their combined thrusts jarred her, but she held on to both of them until their rough groans turned to possessive growls as they slammed into her once more, then twice. On the final thrust, they both roared in unison, hard bodies surrounding her as they came.

It was the perfect way to end the year, once again crushed between the two men she loved, filled by them, loved by them, consumed by them.

Chapter Eight

11:43 p.m.

AFTER GREETING GUESTS for the first two hours of the night, Trent had taken to the shadows as he normally did. Being in the limelight, especially at events like tonight, wasn’t high on his priority list. He knew that because of who he was—one of the most sought-after actors on the market at the moment—he often drew unnecessary attention.

And when it came to Devotion, attention wasn’t necessarily a good thing. People who came to places like this enjoyed their anonymity, and the last thing they wanted to worry about was the paparazzi stalking someone else and them getting caught in the crossfire.

That had happened to him before and he’d learned his lesson.

But this place… Devotion… This was his sanctuary. A place he actually found offered him a purpose, and he wasn’t only talking in a sexual sense.

So, tonight was about enjoying the scenery, making sure people were enjoying themselves and that the potential investors for what he hoped would be his own club in the very near future were getting what they needed.

Luckily, that seemed to be the case tonight. Which was how he found himself with a few minutes to spare before the countdown to midnight began.

Call him a glutton for punishment or whatever, but there was one particular woman he was in search of. He’d already seen Clarissa Tinsley once tonight, but as usual, she seemed to be avoiding him.

Glancing around the room, taking a few minutes to admire the writhing, sweaty bodies engaged in a wide variety of sexual endeavors, Trent sought Clarissa out once more. He had noticed she had come with Xander and Mercedes Boone tonight, and not with Shane Gibson, a Dom she’d once been involved with. Why that had made him feel better, Trent didn’t quite understand, but he knew that foreign feeling was worth pursuing, at least for one night.

He scanned the room, moving from one face to another.

There.

Squinting to see through the dimly lit club, Trent locked his eyes on Clarissa’s sexy, petite body, her long chestnut hair that hung down her back in thick waves. He had the sudden urge to wrap his fists in her hair and pull her in so he could claim her mouth.

As though she sensed his attention, her honey-gold eyes lifted to meet his, and he stopped for a moment, trying to feel her out. Would she welcome his advances tonight? Or would she push him away the way she had in the past?

It wasn’t that Trent minded the games—it was refreshing, actually—but with Clarissa, he got the feeling he had to play this just right or she would run far and fast in the opposite direction.

A deep, rumbling voice echoed through the space. “Everyone, we’ve got ten minutes until midnight.”

Ten minutes was just enough time for Trent to get in place, so he stopped by the bar, grabbed two flutes of champagne from the many that had been set out, then headed for Clarissa.

Without saying a word, he invaded her personal space, locking his eyes with hers as he held out the glass for her to take.

Her bright brown eyes widened as she stared up at him, but she didn’t take the champagne he offered.

“What do you want?” she questioned softly.

Trent smiled, never looking away as he said, “You.”

Unlike a lot of women who would’ve jumped at the opportunity to be pursued by him, Clarissa glared at him, a frown obscuring her beautiful features.

“Sorry, not interested.”

Oh, she was interested, all right. He knew it and she knew it. If she wanted to play hard to get, Trent was game. He didn’t mind one fucking bit, because he knew what Clarissa Tinsley wanted from him.

The woman he’d set his sights on was submissive, and that fact called to a very dominant, very possessive side of him. She wasn’t looking for a man who would bend to her will; she wanted a man who would stake his claim. But, again, Trent knew there was a very delicate balance here. There was a huge difference between being dominant and being controlling. She didn’t want someone who wanted to control her.

And Trent… He didn’t want to control her.

But he definitely wanted to dominate her. In every fucking way possible.

CLARISSA FELT THE heat in Trent’s iridescent blue eyes, and it took every ounce of her self-control not to give away anything that she was feeling. For so long, she’d wanted this man, only she didn’t think he could give her what she needed.

It was true, she was a submissive, and she wasn’t looking for just any man. She wanted a Dom, a man who could tend to her every need.

That was the reason she’d been with Shane for so long, only their relationship wasn’t intimate by design. Sure, there was sometimes sex involved because that was the nature of the lifestyle, but for the past six months, Clarissa had put a halt on that.

And this man—with his otherworldly good looks, his light blue eyes and dark hair, chiseled jaw and prominent chin—was the reason she’d been abstaining.

“Five minutes!” someone announced, referring to the countdown to midnight.

Clarissa swallowed hard when she realized Trent wasn’t moving. He wasn’t the least bit intimidated by her, and that made her body all the more aware of his.

“You’re interested,” Trent said, his tone firm. “You can deny it all day long, but I know better.”

They continued to stare off with one another, but Clarissa couldn’t seem to back down. Part of her wanted to lower her eyes, to show him that she was willing to submit to him, but something kept her from doing so.

The space between them seemed to be growing smaller and smaller, and Clarissa realized Trent was moving closer. She instinctively took one step back and found herself pressed up against the wall.

“Two minutes!”

Clarissa barely heard the words, her heart was pounding so loudly in her ears. And it had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with anticipation.

Trent turned, and for a moment, Clarissa thought he was going to leave her, but he simply put down the champagne glasses, then turned back to her, this time closing the gap between them entirely.

He was tall, which required her to stare up at him, her body now trapped between the wall and his impressive chest.

She sucked in a breath when Trent cupped her face in his big, warm hands.

“I’m going to kiss you, Clarissa. The way I’ve wanted to kiss you for so fucking long.”

Her head nodded, without her permission.

A small smile tipped the corners of his beautiful mouth.

“One minute!”

Swallowing hard, Clarissa closed her eyes when Trent leaned in, his mouth hovering directly above hers. She could feel his breath against her lips.

“Tell me you want this, Rissa.”

Oh, she wanted this, all right.

She sucked in another breath, fighting to keep her hands at her sides.

“Tell. Me.”

The dominance in his tone had her eyes opening, meeting his gaze once more, but she couldn’t find the words.

“I won’t kiss you until you do,” he said. “And I’m not asking. I’m telling. I want to hear you say it.”

“I want it,” she whispered.

“What? What is it that you want?”

“I want you to kiss me,” she admitted, her body vibrating, her stomach doing a series of somersaults.

“You know when I do it’s only going to be the beginning, right?”

She hoped that was the case.

“They say that the person you kiss at midnight is the one you’ll be with in the coming year. Can you live with that, Rissa? Because that’s the promise I’m making.”

Clarissa nodded.

“Ten!”

“Nine!”

“Say it,” Trent demanded.

“Eight!”

“Seven!”

“Six!”

“Five!”

“Last chance,” Trent growled.

“Four!”

“Three!”

She nodded again. “Yes. I can live with it.”

“Two!”

“One!”

While everyone screamed, “Happy New Year,” Clarissa found herself giving in to Trent’s kiss. He cupped her face firmly, his lips sliding over hers, claiming her mouth in a way she’d never expected. She reached for him, trying to pull him closer, although they were already touching. She opened her mouth when his tongue coaxed its way in, tangling with hers as a rough rumble vibrated in his chest.

His kiss was unlike anything she’d ever known, anything she’d ever expected.

And Clarissa knew in that moment that this next year … she would learn some things about herself that she’d never expected.

All because Trent Ramsey had claimed her at midnight.