"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.
He pressed them farther apart, and she followed his lead easily. Her arousal was past the point of embarrassment. She was open to him, completely. The soft, dewy folds of her flesh parted, flowered open.
Soft pink flesh was flushed with need, the folds swollen, her clit engorged and throbbing once again. She tasted like desire itself. Hot and liquid sweet, rolling against his tongue like the finest nectar. And demanding. She had been demanding in the limo, demanding that he suck that little bud, that he give her release.
His teeth clenched before he leaned far over, parted them and pulled a soft fold between his lips. He licked over it, showing her why she wanted her flesh waxed and smooth and bared to his touch.
She whimpered at the sensations across sensitive nerve endings. Her lashes were lowered over her gem-bright eyes, her expression dazed, filled with the sensual eroticism racing through all of them.
She was exquisite in her pleasure, allowing them complete freedom to her body, allowing herself any pleasure they would give her.
She gave as well. She opened herself, took them, once the pleasure began to gain strength inside her, she touched and stroked and demanded her due. He wasn't used to that. A woman demanding to give as well as take. The women he had shared in the past had accepted the full pleasure as their due, and it was. To allow two lovers to watch her pleasure, to share her body, to fulfill the darkness of their own desires with her, they were due the complete absorption in that pleasure.
As he let himself taste her, caress her fragile flesh with his lips and tongue, he watched as her arms lifted from the bed, fingers curling over his shoulders, massaging as Khalid massaged her arms. Her head tilted to the side to allow the other man access with his lips as his hands covered her heaving breasts, rubbing the oil into them.
The room had the scent of thunder and lightning. Rain and a storm and the soft scent of a woman.
Her lashes lifted, and she swore Chase was staring into her soul. Instinct held him, because he didn't have the mind to know which caress came next, which would fuel her pleasure higher. He stared into the soul of a woman for the first time in his life.
He saw the vulnerability and the fears, he saw the joy and the sorrow, and he saw much more binding them than there ever should have been.
Pie turned his head from her, pressed a kiss tight to her thigh as he groaned her name. When he turned back her eyes were closed, her hands were in his hair, dragging him back to the humid flesh and the pleasure.
Only pleasure, he reminded himself. Just for the pleasure.
He lubricated his fingers and eased them against her rear as Khalid slid away and allowed her to lie back on the bed.
She twisted against him as he applied the lightest pressure to her rear with the slickened tips of his fingers.
"More," she cried out softly. "Oh God, Chase. I need more."
She lifted to him, pressed against his fingers and he was panting as the tips of two fingers disappeared inside her.
There was a point where arousal, sheer sensation, bred a very thin line between pleasure and pain for a woman. When she could take more, she demanded more touch than ever before. Chase could feel her reaching that point. He let her demand, let her take as she needed.
Kia felt Chase's tongue plunge inside the ultrasensitive depths of her pussy even as she pressed against the penetration of his fingers, forcing them deeper inside her.
She was riding his fingers, even as he added a third, pressing them together to allow her to ease them inside her. She took them, crying out at the sensations, feeling the spirals of intensity swirling through her.
Khalid's lips moved to her nipples with a hungry sound, and as her head turned, his erection, thick and throbbing, tempted her. She lifted one hand from Chase's hair, wrapped it around Khalid's shaft and drew the heat to her lips.
"Fuck." Khalid was breathing roughly now, his voice hoarse as she sucked on the engorged head and drove herself on Chase's fingers.
Wild, vicious hunger tore through her. It was only for the pleasure, and she wanted that pleasure. All of it. She wanted to be what she felt growing inside her, tearing through her. A woman who could pleasure as well as be pleasured.
She flicked her tongue over his cock as her fingers slid to his balls and then back up the shaft. She sucked and stroked until he was tensing over her, his body straightening as he obviously fought the need to pump against her mouth.
Chase stared up at her as he stretched his fingers inside her, and felt her accommodating them. She was demanding, racing toward climax even as he drew back.
Her mouth was full of another man's cock, and he felt, rather than anger or jealous, a sense of pride, and also one of possession. But possession wasn't allowable.
He watched Khalid's expression, as well as Kia's. A part of him on guard, wary, making certain. Khalid was a third, nothing more; Chase wouldn't allow anything more. The thought of it tightened his chest and whipped through the natural dominance that rose inside him.
Kia felt Chase's fingers easing from her as Khalid drew back, stretching out on the bed.
Eroticism suffused her. Heat warmed her. And for now, for right now, she could have every desire she had ever fantasized about. And she would take it, even knowing, when it came time for him to leave, it would hurt more than it had before.
"You're wild, Kia," Chase accused her, moving up her body, pausing to suck her nipples, his cock rubbing against her lower stomach.
"I want," she moaned. "Don't make me wait. I've waited too long. Now, Chase."
He kissed her, loved her mouth. God, he loved her lips, the way she opened for him, took his kiss and returned it. He staked his ownership on it and couldn't draw back, even as he realized exactly what he was doing.