Joining the Party (5 page)

“Tell me about your ideas. Those happy photos you want to take.” His arm slipped around her.

“It’s nothing much. Things always seem happier here. Like your party. So stunning.”

“You’re wild.” He cupped one breast and felt the nipple pucker against his palm.

“I’m serious. The color and tone contrasts of skin. Even you to Monty. Monty and Alex. They’d be perfect. Interracial, small-town, gay couple. The chemistry they have is so deep and electric.” She shifted and her ass rubbed his cock.

Dom groaned. “I’m sure they’d let you do anything you want and take pictures.” He liked how she viewed their parties. Not a pure sex free-for-all. Artistic and freeing. “No one can find out about the parties unless we trust them. Some in town might have an issue.”

She nodded. “It’s amazing everyone doesn’t know. Secrets are hard to keep, but this is worth it.”

“People enjoy it so much they’d rather keep quiet than have any chance that it’d be shut down.” He kissed her neck then her hair. “You’d love it. Even if you just watched.”

“Watching I can do. How can the people be so exposed?” She shook her head.

Dom eased back, and she stayed with him. He slid out of the way, and she was on her back. He pinned her thigh with his knee and her torso with an arm. “You did pretty good with us watching you. You’re beautiful in full orgasm.”

Her cheeks went red. “Not the rest of the time?”

“Let’s see. I need some comparison.” Dipping his head to sample her breasts, he grinned at her baiting. She was lonely, like him. No wonder she turned him on so much. They understood each other. There was no loneliness with her in the room.

Dom slid an index finger between her pussy lips. Tormenting her clit, he watched her hips rise and her back arch. Cassie’s soft hand pulled his face to her and kissed him deeply. All five fingers worked her pussy as she opened for him. Wet and swollen, Cassie’s cunt responded to him immediately.

Rubbing her clit with his thumb, he felt her resist the building release.

“Fuck me,” she said.

“Later. Maybe. I need to get you in a more snuggly mood.”

She smiled. “I need to be close and come hard,” she admitted.

“I’m right here,” he whispered in her ear.

Her hands clung to his shoulders as he pinched her clit and watched her tremble.

“Come for me now, and I’ll keep you coming all night,” he promised.

Her nails dug into Dom back as she bit her lip. He felt it in her pussy, the shaking, the lifting, and her climax took her.

“Dominic,” she gasped.

Her moans and shrieks continued as he fingered her pussy.

“Too much.” She licked her lips and shuddered, still clinging to him.

Dom slid his finger off her clit but kept playing with her inner folds and entrance. “I’ll make you come again and again.”

“Fuck me now, and I’ll come as much as you want. As long as you come, too,” she demanded.

He claimed her mouth with his as he reached for a condom. As much as he wanted to draw it out, he was raised a southern gentlemen. A lady gets her way, and her needs came first. His cock was in complete agreement with his gentlemanly side.

Latex on, he shifted to rest on top of her. “Sure one will be enough?”

“God, yes.” She held him tight. “For now.”

He chuckled as he slid in her. “Now, you need to keep me happy.”

Cassie opened her legs fully and lifted to meet his strokes. “I knew I could do better than a pie.”

Smiling against her mouth, he kissed her and drove into her cunt again and again. She returned the kiss, nipping at his lips until her body snapped up repeatedly for more. The spasms took over, and he ground to her as her release took over. She froze with a silent scream as her eyes rolled back in her head. Dom enjoyed every delicious contraction around his cock.

Finally, she breathed hard, her breasts rising and falling against him.

“Better?” he asked.

“More. Don’t stop.” She licked his chin and kept going to his lips until he caught her in a kiss.

She deepened it fast, and Dom fucked her harder. Cassie moaned and wrapped all her limbs around him, giving in fully. He got the message, taking her deeply until he felt her body tightened and opened. Her screams filled the room as she called for more. He obliged, fucking faster until his release took him with a shock of pleasure.

Now, he trembled in her arms. Her soft lips caressed his shoulders, and her fingers skimmed along his shoulders. “Hard enough?” he asked.

“Hard enough. I’ll never have enough.” Her pussy squeezed his cock still deep in her.

He’d never have enough of her, either. At the moment, he planned to keep her naked and pinned in bed forever. No chance for her to run off to work again. She had work to do here.

Chapter Three

It was the most vivid dream she’d ever had—lying there spooning a sexy hunk of a man. She didn’t want to wake up, but when Cassie stretched, it was real. The events flooded back to her. Things like that didn’t happen to her, not to behind-the-camera types who didn’t go looking for it. But here she was.

After slipping from the bed, she found the bathroom. She used the facilities then splashed a little cold water on her face and inspected her reflection. She tamed her skewed waves and realized she felt no shame or guilt. She’d had sex with four men, and it wasn’t weird. Hell, she wanted more of them!

With as much traveling as she’d done, Cassie knew people thought her worldly and more experienced. She’d had plenty of one-night-stands, but this was a new level of sex. And just next door.

Tiptoeing back to bed, she lifted the sheet, and Dom reached for her. “I thought you might be heading home with a case of regret.” He pulled her to him.

She pressed close and rested her head on his shoulder. “No. But feel free to kick me out if I overstay my welcome. It’s not far.” It never occurred to her to leave.

“That won’t happen. Those two down the hall are smitten.” He kissed her forehead. “So tell me more about this idea for pictures. Multicultural groups.”

“You don’t want to hear about that.” She teased his nipples.

He grabbed her hand. “I asked, didn’t I?”

“Well, it’s still forming. Race isn’t a big deal in relationships much anymore. Sure there are cultural differences, but few outside of Louisiana know a Cajun from a Creole. It’s just labels and history. We’re all southern. But what if I did a photo spread of interracial people in the throes of passion? The beauty and love of it. Like Monty and Alex. It’s a positive after all the bad Louisiana has endured.”

“Sure you don’t get off on it?” he asked.

She pondered it for a minute. “The visual contrast is hot, but it’s not a racial thing. I could tan until my skin is as bronze as Alex’s. I could paint you pink like an Easter egg and you’d still be sexy as hell. Women would still want you. The beauty of all our bodies is the uniqueness. That’s my point.”

“I like it. Deep and sweet. You believe in it. That’d be a winner. But I think it’ll be hot, too.” He stroked her breast. “You want to take pictures of Alex and Monty?”

Cassie pressed her pussy to his hip and rubbed her breasts to him. “We’ll see. I have to find my angle first. The arc. But a photo shoot would help.” She wanted pictures of her and Dom, but it was too soon. Too bold. “I wouldn’t use their faces.”

A noise came from the hall and continued down the stairs. Cassie tensed, but Dom’s strong presence made her relax. Living alone, she was always a little on guard, but with four men living in the house, she couldn’t get jumpy. “Ham?”

“Maybe. Too early. Probably Alex and Monty going for a midnight snack. We better go down if we want a slice of your pie.” Dom pulled the sheet away and rolled out of bed.

“We don’t have to go. I don’t want to interrupt them.” Watching two men sounded sexy, but if it ruined their fun, she didn’t want to intrude.

“They take food and sex seriously. If they’re in the kitchen, it’s about food. They can have sex in their room.” Dom slid on boxers and handed her a Saints T-shirt.

She shrugged it on, and it hung to her knees. But it was fresher than her crumpled yellow sundress and more casual. Cassie reached for the door, and Dom grabbed her waist.

“One thing,” he said.

“What?” She turned her head.

Dom took possession of her mouth like one of those old movies when the woman fainted after the kiss. She kissed him back and felt her juices flow as the passion built. Then he broke the kiss, opened the door and headed out, leaving Cassie stifling a moan. The last thing she wanted was food when there were three hot men to play with.

Following him, Cassie smelled the warm apples and cinnamon filling the air. As they entered the kitchen, she saw Monty pulling two slices out of the microwave.

“Any left for us?” Dom asked.

“Plenty. Didn’t mean to wake you.” Alex winked.

“You didn’t. Smells good.” Dom inspected the remaining pastry. “Lots of cinnamon.”

“It is good.” Alex waited for another bite as Monty added a dab of vanilla ice cream.

“Want some?” Monty asked.

“I’ll get it.” Cassie waved off the men waiting on her. Her family was old fashioned—Cajun on her mom’s side. Men fetching their own stuff was one thing, but waiting on women in a group setting would shock some of her relations.

“You’re a guest.” Dom pushed her back until she landed in Alex’s lap. “You don’t lift a finger.”

“I got her.” Alex held her waist and kissed her neck. “Glad you stayed?”

She nodded. “I could get used to this.”

“Men waiting on you or all the sex?” Monty handed her a slice and sat down to eat his piece.

“Both. Thanks.” She took a bite, not realizing how hungry she was until she tasted the comfort food. “You’ll spoil me. I want more of all of it. How is it possible you have not found one women who refuses to leave?” Cassie had to force herself not to wonder if there was room here for her.

“You’re the one we’ve been eyeing for a while,” Monty said.

“Had to grab you while you’re in town.” Dom sat with his own slice. “But I think you’ll make time to come to our parties.”

Cassie shrugged. “I don’t know about those. Being watched. Being approached by others. I’m not sure that’s me. Watching I do well, but I knew some of those people really well. How do you negotiate that stuff?”

“You don’t do anything you don’t want to. Not interested. Not my thing. No thanks. No means no. It’s our first rule so no one violates it,” Monty said.

Alex hugged her. “Believe me, the straight men say no if Monty and I go looking for a three way with a guy. But a few might say yes. Plus you know us. We’ll keep an eye on you.”

She spied the empty chair where Ham would presumably sit. There was no reason for her to be in Alex’s lap, but no one seemed to think it strange. As if reading her mind, Monty grabbed her feet and set them in his lap.

“You should’ve given her some socks, Dom.” Monty’s warm hands took the chill off her toes.

“This is different. It doesn’t feel odd.” She took another bite. “I don’t know. It’s not like a sex party with married couples and a big orgy.”