Play With Me (Pleasure Playground) (11 page)

“Chase—Oh God—Murphy!”

Chase laughed. “Well, which one is it?” He paused to wait for her answer.

“No, no, please don’t stop.”

Murphy crawled on the bed. Not close enough to touch, but enough to be clearly in her line of sight. Her eyes bugged wide at the vision of him jerking on his cock harder than she could imagine. She’d yet to experience the full extent of how rough he liked to get.

Chase leaned forward. “Imagine him fucking you like that, sweetheart. The heat and friction from a good hard fucking… You think you’re ready for that?” His words taunted her, yet clearly did not dissuade her.

“Enough of that.” He cupped her chin and brought her gaze to his. “Eyes on me. I’m the one fucking you.”

He began slow, smooth strokes with his cock again, making sure to bump her sweet spot when their bodies met. Her clenching muscles did their level best to suck him deeper each and every time.

She looked him straight in the eye and said, “Harder. Please.”

The throaty plea nearly stripped Chase of his control. Murphy’s neck muscles flexed and bunched obscenely, evidencing his complete surrender to release. “Do it, Murph. Come on her.”

Murphy pumped three times more and his cock erupted. Streams of cum covered her stomach and breasts. Eve fought furiously against her restraints, lost in a storm of sensation. With her eyes glazed and mouth open, she appeared totally immersed in enjoying the moment. She’d let go of whatever it was that kept holding her back.

Chase increased his pace, tunneling harder into Eve. Her body shook under the onslaught. Still she begged for more. Her need to come rode her hard, and he couldn’t hold out any longer.

He pressed his finger against Eve’s clit, the movement creating an involuntary rough jerk to spiral through her. Her whimpers turned to desperate cries. She was at the pinnacle of her release.

“Come, Eve. Come now.”

Her eyes rolled back on a long wail. Her muscles gripped his dick so violently, the pleasure claimed his own release. The need for her was so strong that with cum pumping into the condom, fierce regret over not being able to come inside her tore him to shreds. The mere thought of skin-on-skin contact burned him alive.

Chase’s arms and legs shook. His chest heaved as he fought for air. This woman rocked his world. Which wasn’t something he admitted easily, even to himself. Watching her face go lax and her heavy breathing, he eased from her body. He averted his eyes from Murphy, who slowly moved from the bed. To meet his friend’s gaze now would give away his vulnerability, and then he’d never fucking leave him alone.

Yes, he definitely needed to explore Eve and her submission. Without a doubt. But a long-term relationship between the three of them was simply out of the question. Chase removed the condom and dropped it into the bedside trash. He didn’t want to leave her like this for long. He turned to make a beeline for the bathroom and came face-to-face with Murphy. Their gazes locked. The air between them thinned. Murphy studied him. Not exactly a hard task when he currently felt like an open book. Without a word he handed a warm, wet cloth to him and stood back—observing.

Chase returned to Eve’s side and gently cleaned her. He easily removed the restraints from her wrists and rubbed them softly to ensure proper circulation. He recognized the soft, misty-eyed gaze she turned on him. They were on dangerous ground, and he should simply end things now and walk away. Job over. A good time had by all. But he couldn’t—or wouldn’t. What the hell was the difference at this point?

He pulled himself together and smiled down at her. She didn’t know he ached for his camera right now. That the desire to capture her afterglow ate away at his resolve.

“I bet you’d enjoy a hot shower right about now.” Murphy leaned across the mattress and planted a kiss on Eve’s hip.

A slow smile spread across her face, followed by a slight blush. “I need to go home. It must be getting late by now.” She began to move from the bed, and Chase captured her legs.

“Uh-uh. Not so fast.”

“Are we not done with the photos?” The worried look on her face almost made him laugh. Their scared little sub was ready to rabbit out of the building.

“We’ve got more than we need for the client.” He trailed his fingers from the inside of her ankle to the back of her knee, her stiff inhale a reward that spurred him on. “I have a new proposal for you.”

Eve struggled to sit up. He held her firmly in place. “At least let me cover myself.” She crossed her arms over her breasts and frowned, marring her forehead with worry lines.

“No,” both men said in unison.

“We like you just like this. In fact I’d like to see a lot more of you like this.”

“What—What are you saying?”

Chase couldn’t quite name the emotion he saw in her gaze. Not quite fear. Not quite happiness. Wariness maybe.

“I’d like to take more pictures.”

“But I thought you said you had enough.”

“Yes, for the client. These would not be for anyone but myself.”

“And me,” Murphy chimed in.

Blood rushed to Eve’s head as she struggled and scrambled against Chase’s hold. When he didn’t immediately release her, panic began to set in.

“Let me up, Chase. Please.” Her heart raced and sweat popped out across her brow. Seconds ticked by with nothing from Chase but his intense glare. That gaze bore into her as if he could see straight through her. Past the fear to the dark and secret fantasies she still harbored. A relationship she dared not speak out loud.

“Maybe we should step back. Get some food. We all missed lunch.”

Eve glanced gratefully at Murphy. She needed a few minutes more to get her wits about her. First clothes, then food. She had a crazy need to be on equal footing with them before she continued this conversation.

Chase lifted himself from the bed and released her legs. “Sure. Sounds like a plan to me.” The heat of his gaze did not match the casual tone of his words.

“How about I order some takeout from next door and we eat in your office.” Murphy paused, waiting for Chase’s response.

“Yeah, fine.” He shoved his legs into the pants he’d discarded on the floor. “I’m anxious to start uploading the new shots anyways.” He gave her one long last glance, the barely banked heat clearly visible in his gaze. “I’ll meet y’all in there.”

With that, he strode from the room, leaving Murphy and her alone. She wrapped the loose silk sheet nice and tight around her body. “He has a horrible habit of doing that.”

“What’s that?”

“Walking away.” His need to have the last word as he walked from a room often left her scrambling between needing to cry and wanting to laugh.

“There isn’t much he doesn’t want to be in charge of. Including conversations. Left to his own devices, he’d have pushed a hell of a lot harder.” Murphy walked over to the wardrobe and hung the suit he’d worn for the shoot inside. Mesmerized once again by his incredible body and the movement of his tattoo when his muscles flexed, Eve sat down on her heels and watched him get dressed.

“I’m beginning to think you are quite the little voyeur.”

If he only knew.

She covered her mouth to hide her grin. There was no denying she’d happily crawl to him just for the chance to bite his ass.

“Is it improper for me to stare?” she chided.

Murphy crossed back to the bed, jeans still unfastened and shirt wide open to the lickable muscles of his chest. He cupped her chin and tilted her head back, forcing her eyes to meet his. “If we were still in scene, I’d drag you across my knee for disrespect.”

Eve swallowed past the lump in her throat, doing the best she could to ignore the flutter of excitement that coursed through her. She’d just had more orgasms than she thought possible, yet he still aroused her intensely. She had an acute desire to know what a spanking from Murphy would feel like. It took every ounce of her control not to moan at the image of him warming her ass with his hands.

“You’re killing me.”

“What?” she whispered, her voice more breathless than she’d expected.

“You think I can’t see what you’re thinking. Babe, it’s clear as day in those pretty eyes of yours. Unfortunately, I suggested dinner, and we need to talk.”

Eve screwed up her face in disappointment. Even if he was right. She did not need to get swept up in the things these two men made her feel. Chase had made an unexpected suggestion, and she’d need her wits about her to figure out what the hell he was up to.

“Get dressed and meet me in Chase’s office. I should be able to get dinner quickly.”

He released her face, and she dropped her chin to hide her disappointment. How he got to her so easily amazed her. Or maybe it was simply the fact it had been so damn long since she’d been in any kind of relationship.

Even a sexual one.

And she had no doubt Chase and Murphy wanted nothing more than to live out a few fantasies, have a good time, get some great pictures, and then move on. When the door closed behind Murphy, the noise roused her from her thoughts. She leaped from the bed to scavenge her clothing. Focused on her task, she almost missed the mirror directly in front of her.

Her appearance froze her in place. The woman staring back at her barely resembled the woman she’d been at six a.m. this morning when she’d paced her bedroom, deciding on the perfect outfit.

The makeup was gone, the hair went every which way, and the marks scattered across her body were all signs of a well-used woman. A serene warmth spread from her belly to every region of her body. For the first time in quite a while, she saw what they saw in the mirror—a sexual woman capable of many sexual and loving things. Not just a caregiver to her sick family. Or the landlady of a crumbling building.

Here, with Chase and Murphy, she’d been transformed into so much more. It gave her hope for the future no matter where it led her. If they wanted to spend more time with her and teach her about the lifestyle they loved, as well as delve into her fantasies a little deeper, she’d say yes. Her brain told her it was the worst mistake she could make, getting attached to these two men. But her body screamed
hell yeah
, and the need they’d unfurled wasn’t ready to be tucked away quite yet.

Eve scooped her clothes from the floor and began to get dressed. She’d have liked to admire the marks they’d left on her body a bit longer, but there’d be time for that tonight when she went home. She feared once she was alone again the events of the day would come crashing down. Eventually she’d have to deal with the small twinge of guilt making her feel uncomfortable.

Two men. God, she wasn’t a fucking prude by any stretch of the imagination, and a ménage with Chase and Murphy had starred in many a secret fantasy when she took the time to indulge in getting herself off, but now it wasn’t just a dream any longer. She’d actually done it. Did that make her a deviant now? Or worse?

Eve fastened the last of the buttons and swiped her hand through her messy hair. She leaned into the mirror and looked closer. What kind of woman took two men to bed? Apparently her kind.

She fought the mess her hair had become, tamping down the guilt. She had nothing to feel bad about. They were all consenting adults with specific needs. Just because she wanted to be restrained so badly she ached didn’t make her a freak.

Surprisingly she enjoyed working here. It had become a fun place to escape to as well as make the money she desperately needed to keep things afloat.

“You’re stalling.” She spoke to herself in the mirror. She’d indulged in her own thoughts long enough. Chase and Murphy had a proposal for her, and above the layer of fear of getting too close, lay the hope that the more she experienced, the more she’d be able to cope on her own in the future.

Eve straightened her spine and thrust out her breasts in a show of defiance. She could definitely do this. On that positive thought, she strode from the room with only a brief wistful glance at the bed she’d just shared with Chase and Murphy.

God help her if she was making a huge mistake and walking into something she couldn’t handle.

* * *

Eve stood in the doorway and studied Chase. With his head bent over the computer screen, she couldn’t tell what he was looking at, but she guessed it would be the photos he’d just taken. At least he’d said he was anxious to look at them.

As usual his thick brown hair seemed to go in every direction. Whenever he was stressed or even simply thinking hard about something, he’d tunnel those strong fingers of his through the strands and generally make a mess. It served as the only true way to be sure he was getting carried away with his work. The man had the clear and calm look on his face so down pat he could fool just about anyone.

With one hand he worked the mouse, and with the other he scribbled notes on a piece of paper. She’d always thought him being left-handed made his work like this a lot easier. He clicked through pictures so fast she barely caught flashes of red as he went through them. She guessed he was looking at the pictures of her on the bed.

Loath to interrupt, she waited as long as she could stand it. But the need to see the pictures called out to her as well. She’d never been particularly fond of getting her photo taken, but somehow she’d known Chase would capture something entirely different. And if what they kept stating was true and they truly liked her body the way it was, flaws and all, she trusted Chase had once again captured her perfectly.