Lora Leigh - Only Pleasure

“'We’ll be at her apartment soon,” Khalid warned him.

“Too soon,” Chase whispered, his breath blowing over her, causing her hips to jerk in reaction, driving the flesh of her pussy closer to his lips.

“Chase, please.” She had waited, she had longed for this. She had needed it like she had never needed anything.

She watched, mesmerized, entranced, falling into a well of sensuality as his tongue distended, tucked into the folds, and licked up.

His eyes stayed on hers, but all she could see was his tongue, parting the slit, gathering her juices, and finally stroking softly, too gently, around the engorged bud of her clit.

“Chase.” His name was a wail of pleasure as Khalid’s fingers enclosed the bared nipple and tightened.

Twin sensations. Violent upheaval. The twisting flames ripped over her nerve endings, centered in her womb, and drew every muscle tight throughout her body.

She was close. So close. Pleasure was tearing through her as she fought to hold on to her senses. Fought and knew she didn’t want to. She wanted to collapse into it, let it expand and explode through her until there was nothing left of her but the sensations building inside her.

“Chase, we’re near her apartment now.” Khalid spoke again, his hand cupping her breast before he eased the material back over it.

Chase didn’t stop. His tongue licked, his lips closed over her clit as her fingers tangled in his hair, her legs closed on his head, and the flames began to whip through her. Just Chase, just his lips.

“Yes,” she cried out. “Suck it. Oh God, Chase, suck it. Make me come. Make me come now.”

Her back bowed and the orgasm that slammed through her ripped through her soul. Brilliant, white-hot heat, sparks, and explosions until she could see the whiplash of it behind her closed lashes and feel it racing through her body.

And it wasn’t enough.

When he jerked back, her eyes opened, a whimper leaving her lips at the sight of him licking his lips, tasting her further, his eyes darker, his expression suffused with lust.

“We’re here, Chase,” Khalid stated, his tone without inflection, carefully spoken. “Do you require me?”

Kia watched him, watched his eyes flicker from Khalid to the flesh he had just risen from. He licked his lips again, his jaw bunching, his chest heaving with his breaths.

“I require you,” he finally stated harshly before his eyes connected with hers, fierce, raging with lust and a hint, perhaps, just a hint of a challenge. “Only for the pleasure.”

And Kia’s lips trembled once before she smiled, reached out, and eased a smear of her dampness from his chin with her thumb.

“Only for the pleasure,” she agreed.

Kia stepped into the elevator, Chase’s arm wrapped around her. Khalid, strangely amused, watched as the digital display ticked to her floor.

They stepped into the quiet, elegant hall and Kia slid her key from the small inner pocket of her cloak before handing it to Chase.

He hit the security code into the wall pad, and it didn’t surprise her that he had memorized the code. A second later, he was drawing her into the apartment.

The gas-fire logs were still lit. She’d left them on for comfort, something warm to ease the loneliness when she entered alone.

“Do you want coffee?” She swallowed tightly as he drew the cloak from her. “Anything?”

He tossed the garment over a nearby chair and led her through the house, drawing her unerringly into the bedroom and the huge bed she had never slept in.

“Did you share the bed with Drew?” He stopped at the doorway, staring into the large room with its king-size bed, heavy posts, and vine-wrapped metal canopy overhead.

“It’s new,” she whispered.

She had replaced everything in the apartment when Drew moved out—the ultra-contemporary furniture he had insisted on, the bland dark wood furniture in the bedroom, all of it.

“Has another man slept here with you?” He drew her into the room as she stared up at him.

His eyes were fierce, his dark brows lowered, his expression almost savage as she shook her head.

“I sleep on the couch,” she whispered, waving toward the door as his arm hooked around her waist and pulled her to him.

“Not tonight you don’t.” His lips came down on hers, his tongue pushing against hers, forcing her to tangle with his as her breath caught at the surge of heat and emotion that tore from inside her.

She didn’t know where Khalid was. She forgot about him being there except in the most distant reaches of her mind.

She felt Chase, inside and out. His hands bunching up her dress, then pulling back enough to draw it over her head.

She was missing her panties again. She allowed herself a satisfied little smile at the thought. He had torn her panties from her in the limo. Again. Chase did like tearing her panties from her.

As her dress slipped to the floor she felt Khalid behind her, drawing the sapphire-studded pins from her hair.

Chase tilted his head, his lips slanting over hers again and she wondered if he knew he was branding her spirit with this kiss. That he was taking her, opening far more than her lips to his kiss.

She felt her hair flow around her shoulders then, felt Khalid’s hands sifting through it, massaging her scalp, and she moaned at the feeling, her hands clutching at Chase’s shoulders as Khalid kissed her shoulders before his hands moved to them, stroking them, his thumbs sinking into the muscle there, and she swore she could feel Chase’s kiss in the muscles relaxing beneath his fingers.

She felt Chase’s kiss in every fiber of her body.

When his lips lifted, she whimpered at the loss, clutched his shoulders harder and almost moaned when he lifted her into his arms and laid her on the bed.

Where Khalid was stretching out beside her. Khalid’s lips covered hers then, drawing her away from Chase as she fought to hold on to him.

She tore her lips from Khalid’s, searching for Chase, found him beside the bed, stripping.

Khalid’s lips slid to her neck, his hand stroked her stomach, thumbs circling, relieving and yet building the sensual pressure growing inside her as Chase moved to the bed.

“Lift up, little one.” Khalid eased her up, then unclipped her bra.

Chase eased the straps from her shoulders and tossed it aside. He pulled her shoes from her feet, rolled her stockings from her legs, his lips following the path, kissing and licking her flesh as he found erogenous zones she hadn’t known she had.

She was naked now, lying atop the thick comforter of her bed, vines twisting overhead as primal heat began to build in the room.

“Such beauty, Chase,” Khalid murmured as he cupped her breast. “Silk and satin warmth. It is a pleasure to be a third to such a beautiful woman.”

Chase’s gaze sharpened on Khalid. The other man was always a compliment factory when it came to women, but his voice seemed deeper now, arcing with a different sort of satisfaction from what Chase had heard in his voice before.

Chase picked up the small bottle of oil Khalid had placed on the long table at the foot of the bed.

He warmed it between his hands, watching her as she watched him. Her eyes were sapphire bright in her flushed face, filled with desire, sensuality, with all the need and hunger a woman felt.

He picked up her foot and rubbed the oil into it as Khalid took the bottle, warmed the oil similarly and lifted her against him.

Kia reclined against his chest, her lashes drifting closed as the other man worked the muscles of her arms slowly. Chase followed suit along her small feet, up her slender legs.

By the time he reached her thighs she was moaning, arching up to him, her legs spreading of their own volition as he came between them.