“I’m especially inspired tonight,” Cale murmured, using his teeth to open the condom he’d removed from her purse. He lifted a brow at Tony in unspoken question. Sure you don’t want one of these?
He didn’t. Not now. They’d had sex without a condom more than once in recent months, relying on the rhythm method and good timing. It wasn’t something they made a habit of, because Marcia wasn’t on birth control. She’d tried a few kinds and they’d all given her unpleasant side effects. When they played around sans latex, they played the odds. Especially since they hadn’t discussed what would happen if those odds resulted in more than afterglow.
But right now, he couldn’t have withdrawn his cock from her unless under threat of death. Besides, one movement and he’d blow, especially when Cale nudged her pretty mouth with the dark-red head of his cock.
She didn’t hesitate to open up, flicking her tongue along his slit until a drop of fluid trickled down her chin. Grinning, she wiped up and wrapped her lips around her finger, her eyes closing in dreamy satisfaction.
“Like that, baby?” Tony asked, rousing her with his mouth on hers. He didn’t balk at the foreign flavor on her tongue and instead used her dazed reacti
on to his kiss as an opportunity to power even farther into her willing body. They both moaned at the increased friction. It only grew while she turned her head back toward the hard cock bumping her cheek.
Cale didn’t push or intrude. No doubt about it, he had this threesome thing down. But when Marcia finally brought him all the way into her mouth, her fingers playing up and down the base of his shaft, he let out a groan that verged on a roar.
Tony glanced around at the other occupants of the steam room. Most of the people weren’t paying attention to them but there were a few who’d definitely taken notice. A woman riding her man across from them, seated on yet another bench, seemed riveted. She had long brown hair that curled around her breasts, and her fingers rode the seam between her legs as she watched. Catching Tony’s stare, she smiled and drew her hand up to her mouth, sucking off her own juices one finger at a time.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his cock twitching. Was it wrong he found this hot? Had he crossed over to the kinky side?
A moment later he focused on yet another woman watching them from the corner. She was solo and her hands roamed her naked body as if she was positively burning up from the visual banquet in front of her.
There was no way any red-blooded man—or apparently woman—could be surrounded by all of this and not be turned-on. It was lewd, dirty beyond belief. But any guy who jacked off to porn had to appreciate this kind of live action.
He glanced back as Cale speared his fingers through Marcia’s hair and tipped her head back to receive more of his cock. She was already doing pretty well on that score. She was damn good at giving BJs. He should know.
Hissing out a breath, Tony tightened his fingers around the base of his length. His balls were throbbing like a sonofabitch. Much more and he feared the slightest movement would make him come.
Clearly Cale agreed because he tapped her cheek and slipped free. “Enough, Blondie.” He gritted his teeth. “Seriously enough.”
Cale’s shaft gleamed wet, and he had to struggle to get the condom on. But she wasn’t done yet. With a teasing grin, she grabbed him again, swallowing the crown of his dick with a loud slurp. She hollowed her cheeks, pulling hard, then finally let him pop out from between her lips. “Natural lube,” she said breathlessly.
“Tease,” Cale said in a low voice. “You’ll pay for that later.” Tony grinned as Cale fisted her hair and caught her mouth, stabbing his tongue deep.
She moaned. Cale moaned. Hell, Tony moaned too, clenching his fingers so hard around his erection he almost got a damn cramp. This was crazy. Unless he wanted to come deep inside her, he needed to stop things now.
Tony pulled out but Marcia whimpered, drawing away from Cale to shoot him a needy look. “Please. I’m almost there,” she whispered, moving closer. She wrapped herself around him—arms, legs. Then she angled her hips upward and gyrated against his cock in a way meant to drive him mad.
It worked.
He rocked forward and sank home into her pussy again, groaning at the undeniable feeling of rightness. God, there were no words to describe how much he craved the wet clench of her flesh around his. He reached down and rubbed her clit, squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn’t watch her come. Bad enough he’d have to feel it.
“Fuck,” he gasped as her channel tightened to the point of pain. Of utter bliss. Her pussy enveloped his cock as he drove home, needing to feel every wild spasm around his dick no matter the risk.
She cried out again, drowning him in her warm moisture. His muscles twitched with electric pulses, his breath sawed from his lips. At the last second, he yanked his cock free of her snug cunt, just in time for his release to fountain across her still heaving breasts and belly.
He dropped his forehead to hers. Holy shit.
Across the room, a solitary moan cut through the din. When he managed to open his eyes again, Marcia was playfully licking up the droplets of his release from her fingers. Her gaze flicked between him and the opposite corner. “Check that out.”
Still panting, he turned his head and saw the solo woman with her hand buried between her legs, fingers pumping madly. When their eyes locked, she thrust her hips upward. God, she was coming. Watching him had made her come.
The woman let out a moan, body jerking. Her tremors went on and on until finally she withdrew her hand and bent to gather her clothes. Mouthing “thank you” to Tony, she slipped out the door.
Marcia chuckled softly. “Think you were the one who put on the show after all,” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him.
* * * * *
Once they were in the car, Marcia flipped the pad and stubby pencil out of her purse. She had a lot she wanted to get down before phase two of the night began.
Cale drove and Tony rode shotgun, leaving her room to collapse in the backseat. And collapse she did.