Even as Lottie broke off her kiss with Kieran, turning her attention onto Archer, sliding her hand into his hair, drawing him forward for a slow opened-mouthed kiss, something shifted in Elise. Primal and desperate, she began to tremble. And with every deep kiss Lottie took from him, it only made Elise want to be that woman, feeling the slow and sensual swipe of his tongue, experiencing his passion. His fire.
Her chest fluttered as Lottie broke away and Archer pinned Elise with his stare again. It occurred to her then that this was his game tonight. His way to tease her, to tempt her, and as her nerve endings stirred and tingled, she realized his plan worked. Her nipples puckered, aching for his sculpted mouth, and her sex clenched, hot and tight, craving his thick hardened length filling her.
Archer kept his gaze locked on Elise as Lottie moved to a small gold tray with a bowl on top. Kieran took a seat on a red velvet chaise with gold accents, and Archer followed, sitting next to him, both looking like Greek gods awaiting their pleasure. Only then did Archer look away. Elise exhaled the breath she hadn’t known she was holding and quickly took in the room. There was only one door, with Phoenix members either standing or sitting in the chairs situated around the room. The lust in the space was nearly suffocating, and she soon felt the spiral of erotic freedom surround her when Lottie knelt between the men and dripped oil on Kieran’s cock before doing the same to Archer too. They groaned low as Lottie began stroking both men, slowly, sensually.
Elise became lost, not in the way the woman was touching the men, but in the way pleasure washed over Archer’s face. The way every muscle flexed. The way his sculpted lips parted, drawing in more air. The need burning in the depths of his eyes behind his mask. Eyes that again stared right at Elise, like a challenge, like a promise.
She knew she should feel embarrassed, shocked…something…watching this, but she was absorbed in the moment. In him.
The play continued, the silence broken by the low moans escaping both men and the sucking sounds of Lottie’s hands working over them. Until her hands began pumping, hard and fast. Elise’s legs trembled under her, her breathing rapid, nearly in tune with Archer’s, feeling like that was her hand, her offer of pleasure.
Soon Kieran’s head tipped back, his chest heaving. Seconds felt like minutes as his body flexed under the pleasure, and just as he froze, looking mere moments away from erupting, Lottie dropped his cock with a wicked smile. His strangled groan filled the room, and Lottie laughed sensually.
She turned her focus on Archer, holding the base of his cock and pumping hard and fast. Until…he got there too, and right as he nearly came, she let go. Archer growled incoherent words, and Elise felt them brush across her like a sensual touch.
Long minutes passed as Lottie brought the men to the brink of orgasm repeatedly, only to deny them that right.
Tension tightened Elise’s core with each denial, her breath caught somewhere deep in her throat. She’d never edged a man herself, but she now understood the draw of such pleasure. Every muscle in Archer’s body was strained. Veins bulged in his neck and forearms, and he shook in the best way possible, on the very edge of losing all control. And yet, his gaze was steady and strong on Elise, like she was his anchor. In the sane part of her mind, she never would have imagined watching another woman touch a man would turn her on, but maybe it wasn’t about the touching and more about the man. This man. One who created an unexplainable need in her. With an ache that burned deep in her soul, she decided, tonight, she’d give in to the tension building between them for weeks. She didn’t know when, but sometime soon, she’d take him to her bed.
“Finish him.”
Elise blinked back into focus, locked into Archer’s smoldering gaze, realizing someone from the crowd had given the order. She took quick stock and noticed Archer’s other good friend Hunt was also in the room, but he seemed only focused on Lottie pleasuring his friends.
A low grunt sent her focus back to Kieran as Lottie stroked him, hard and fast, with the intention of ending this show. Kieran lasted a mere second before his shout echoed in the room as he came with a roar, completely undone. Lottie slowly released him, leaving his semen covering his stomach and sat back on her knees.
“Now the other.”
Another order from the crowd, making Elise realize it must have come from the member who’d requested this particular show tonight. But this time, Lottie didn’t take Archer’s cock and finish him. She rose and moved out of the way, her playful stare meeting Elise’s. Elise spotted the tremble in Archer’s legs as he rose. Eager and hard, his body a glorious display of strength, he made his way toward her with powerful strides.
A wave of heat rocked her to her core as he stopped in front of her. He began to circle her, trailing his finger slowly down her arm. “Do you think I didn’t know?” he asked.
She felt the others watching her, their eyes following her every move, only she couldn’t seem to find the part where she cared. “Didn’t know what?” She heard the lust vibrating in her own voice.
Once behind her, he leaned in close, his mouth by her ear, his voice husky. “Your little brush-of-your-hand trick to see if I was hard yesterday. I wanted you as much as you wanted me.” He slid a finger under her hair, moving it aside to place a light kiss on her shoulder, and she trembled, her breath all but gone.
As he got back in front of her, her chest heaved. “It wasn’t a trick. It was a curiosity.”
He dipped his chin. His mouth curving slightly. His eyes blazing hot. “Now you know I want to fuck you. What are you going to do about it?”
She shuddered. Totally and completely shuddered for all to see. Archer saw it too. His smile was a little sexier now, darker. “Is that my choice here?” she asked, suddenly feeling those watchful eyes fade away as palpable passion overwhelmed her.
He inclined his head. “I’m right here, burning for you. You want me; take what you want.”
It occurred to her then that she’d been a part of the show from the very beginning; she simply hadn’t known it. And by the big grin on the face of the man who’d been talking to her earlier, she was there as part of his show. But the challenge in Archer’s gaze was there, the dare strong, and while she’d never been this bold, she rejected weakness. Every bit of it. If Archer could do this, she could do this. Their level of security made her feel safe. And for just this night, she decided to give in to the pulsating desire between them.
In the silence, Lottie stepped forward with a sensual grin. “She does not want to finish him, but I do.”
Archer stared with a burning challenge, one Elise felt simmering in her own gut. She stepped forward, sliding her hand over the round hard muscle of Archer’s bottom, feeling the tremble that rocked him. “No,” she said, thrusting her fingers into his hair and pulling his mouth down to hers. “He’s mine to finish tonight.”
Chapter 4
Elise’s kiss shattered him.
Taken aback by the sheer passion she unleashed on him, he froze against its force. He’d kissed many women, but not like this. Never like this. He found her waist and pulled her closer, desperate for not an inch to remain between them. She moaned into him, a sound he’d never known he needed to hear, and everything around him simply went away. There were no eyes watching them. No noise from a crowd. No show he was a part of, only she remained. And this fire she possessed. Fire he wanted to burn him alive.