Summer's Indiscretion (15 page)

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Ace was filled with anticipation as Summer followed them back into the master suite. He saw her tremulous glance at the bed and was determined to put her at ease in his home and his bed.

She removed her satin robe from the overnight bag, but Kemp put out a hand and stopped her. “I have a surprise for you in the bathroom. You won’t need that, darlin’.”

Summer looked surprised but smiled and nodded as she carried her smaller cosmetic case into the bathroom. Kemp pointed to the handled bag he’d carried out of the store earlier that evening and Summer turned to him.

“You bought something at the shop for me?”

Kemp nodded and glanced at Ace, looking proud like Summer had just given him a gold star. But Ace wanted to do a chest bump and high five with Kemp when he saw what she pulled carefully from the bag. It was lingerie made of sheer black lace.

Summer gasped ecstatically as she held it to her lush breasts. “The peignoir!”

“Is it something you wanted? Is the size right?”

She checked the label and nodded then replied, “
Coveted
is more like it. Oh, Kemp, thank you!” She embraced him happily. “I can’t wait to put it on.”

Kitten, I can’t wait for that, either.

There was no point in trying to mask his desire for her. The erection he was currently sporting was too obvious.

Ace brushed her shoulder with his lips as he put his arms around her from behind and reached for the small buttons down the front of her lacy red top.

“Let us help you get undressed, Summer. Then we’ll help you into the tub.” Summer turned her gaze to him in the mirror over the marble vanity as his fingers hesitated over the buttons. She gifted him with a beautiful smile and nodded slightly. She was trying hard to trust them, and he prayed he didn’t misstep on this first night.

Once the front of the top was loosened, he slid the filmy lace blouse from her shoulders and revealed the matching red camisole underneath. She was the sexiest thing, no matter how she dressed, but Ace particularly loved seeing her in lace. He’d be willing to bet there was more lace to discover on her tonight.

Reaching behind her, Summer unzipped the skirt she had on and allowed it to fall to the floor. Kemp groaned as they both got a look at her. She was now clad in her red high heels, lace-trimmed nude-colored stockings, red satin panties, and a red-satin-and-lace garter belt. Sweet merciful heavens, she was on fire tonight, all in red. Betting that her bra was red, too, he lifted the hem on her camisole and watched her reflection in the mirror. She watched his hands as they moved, and he noted the lovely, rosy flush in her cheeks. He allowed his fingertips to drift over her torso, and she shuddered and gasped at his light touch. She raised her arms so he could slide the lacy garment off, and then he laid it aside.

Ace smiled at her as she lowered her arms slowly and made eye contact with both of them in the mirror. Her bra was indeed red ruffled lace, and it barely contained the perfect globes of her beautiful breasts.

“Kitten, you are perfect,” Ace whispered against her shoulder as he stroked up her satiny arms from her wrists to her shoulders. He didn’t want her to feel rushed, so he took every touch and caress slowly and gently.

“Darlin’, you are quite a sight in all that red. I just want to stand here and look at you,” Kemp murmured as he drew closer and palmed her shoulder. He leaned forward and kissed her lips with infinite care.

“I don’t know what to say.”

Ace kissed her other shoulder and released the clasp of the bra at her back and said, “You don’t have to say a thing, kitten. Just enjoy what we do for you.”

Kemp knelt in front of her, and Summer allowed him to remove her shoes. Ace slowly slid the red straps of the bra from her shoulders, and he got his first, unfettered glimpse of her glorious breasts. He whispered, “Beautiful.”

He laid the bra aside and felt sweat break out on his forehead when he filled his hands to overflowing with those firm, warm mounds. Her nipples were rosy pink, the same color as her lips, and probably the same color as the sweet lips he planned to taste and lick by week’s end. He wanted to gorge on her all night and not let her up from his gargantuan bed until the sun rose again.

Kemp looked up at her after setting her shoes aside and unhooked her stockings from the garter belt. Once both stockings were free, he gently slid each one slowly down her thigh to her knee and beyond, planting kisses along the way. Ace steadied her as Kemp removed them from each foot and then unfastened her garter belt and laid it with the stockings, pressing a kiss to her mound in the process.

By this point her breathing was rapid, and Ace could see that she was turned on. Kemp could detect the wetness of her pussy, judging by his slow, deep inhalation. Kemp’s fingers gently traced her inner thigh, and he glanced at her. “Does this still hurt?”

Shaking her head, Summer relied, “No. That part is almost healed.”

She was down to nothing but her red satin panties, and Ace let Kemp do the honors after she nodded at him to continue. He hooked the waistband with his fingers at both hips and gently drew them down, gradually revealing her mound. Ace wished he was in Kemp’s shoes as he gazed at the blonde curls that adorned her mound. She was trimmed, bikini waxed, and neat, just the way he liked. Womanly. He could make out the flush of the poison oak rash on her skin and longed to sooth it.

“Kemp cut some aloe vera so that we could apply some to the rash after your bath, kitten. Is that all right?”

Summer caught his gaze in the mirror and nodded, but Ace could see the need in her eyes and in the way she bit her lower lip. They’d fooled around the night before, albeit through the satin of her pajama bottoms, but she’d withstood the stimulation without too much trouble. It was worth asking about.

“Kitten, can I touch you?”

She seemed to hold her breath and pause to think about it, her eyes darting from Kemp to Ace, and she seemed unsure how to respond.

Kemp said, “Darlin’, I know Ace will be very careful, and you can tell him if it doesn’t feel right. Would you let him make you come? Just once with his fingers? You look like you want it but you don’t want to ask.”

“I do. I—”

Ace said, “If it doesn’t feel right you can stop me, kitten. We want you to feel good. Trust me?”

Her hazel eyes locked with his in the mirror’s reflection, and she seemed to come to a decision. She nodded and whispered, “Yes, Ace.”

Chapter Fifteen

Summer turned her face to his and parted her sweet lips for a kiss which he gladly gave her, dipping his tongue into the recesses of her mouth as he kneaded and cupped her breasts. She squirmed against him as he teasingly stroked her erect nipples with his thumbs.

He released her lips and watched as Kemp leaned forward and kissed her mound above her slit and then rose to stand beside Ace. Ace released her breasts, and Kemp took over caressing and rolling each nipple between his thumbs and forefingers. Summer reached back and feathered her fingertips through the short hairs at the nape of his neck and did the same to Kemp with her other hand, giving them free reign over her voluptuous body.

Pleased with her show of trust, Ace trailed his hands down her abdomen to the soft flesh above her mound. She gasped and tilted her head back, and he watched the pleasure showing on her face as she enjoyed his touch. He slid his fingertips lower and discovered the copiously damp curls surrounding her pussy.

Summer hummed softly and pressed her warm, bare ass against his groin. His erect cock throbbed in response to her movement.
How many days until Saturday?
Willing his baser thoughts into submission, Ace gently parted her outer lips and slid a single digit into the warm, slippery folds of her cunt. Her hot, wet skin was as soft as silk under his fingertips, and she trembled in his arms.

“Is it good?”

“Oh, yes. Please don’t stop, Ace.”

“Not unless you tell me to, kitten. Your pussy is so warm and wet.”

“Yes.”

Ace saw no reason to risk irritating an already sensitive area when she was clearly so close to coming. He stroked the swollen nub of her clit with gentle purpose, not attempting to draw out the experience or delay her orgasm. Her hand receded from his hair, and Summer held on to his shoulder as he gently stroked alongside her clit and then circled in progressively smaller circles until she was whimpering with need. The tension in her body told a tale all its own as she neared her peak. He winked at Kemp and smiled as his friend lowered his mouth to her breast and began to suckle at her nipple.

“Oh! Oh, don’t stop!”

Ace increased the pressure by the minutest degree and used the thumb of his other hand to gently raise the hood of flesh shielding her clit from his direct touch. A soft wail left her lips, and he continued stroking her as her climax finally hit her. Her orgasm drenched his fingers as she undulated against him, seeking a second peak. Kemp suckled noisily at her nipple then switched to the other one. She groaned and became tense again. Her swollen, slick pussy convulsed, and he allowed one fingertip to carefully slide into her opening as he stroked her to a second climax.

He heard a deep growl and realized it was him as her cunt clenched around his finger, seeking to be filled by his cock. He wanted to give it to her so badly that it hurt. Her breathless sob brought him back to reality, and he withdrew his fingers gently from her pussy and smiled at the sight of her, seeming barely able to stand upright in their arms.

Her head was tilted back, her hair flung every which way, and her lips were parted in ecstasy. She was glorious, and he knew the first time he made love to her was going to be pure heaven. To see her like this and know he was partly responsible gave him a feeling of deep satisfaction. Now it was time to take care of her.

“Was it good, kitten?”

She chuckled softly and smiled with a dazed look in her eyes. “So very good.”

“Want to pin up your hair?”

“Hmm? Oh, yes.” She scooped her long hair up in that sexy way women did and used a large clip to pin it up out of the way. She didn’t protest in the least when Ace lifted her in his arms and walked the short distance to the steaming tub and settled her into it.

The heat from the water drew a dreamy moan from her, and the sound caused his cock to surge again. Summer opened her warm hazel eyes and smiled at them both.

“This is more like a hot tub than a bathtub. There is plenty of room. Will you both come in with me?”

He glanced at Kemp, who was already disrobing, and began unbuttoning his shirt. His cock ached for relief, and he peeled his knit boxers over the painfully distended shaft and climbed into the large tub with her. With a sultry smile, Summer moved from her resting place against the sloped side of the tub and settled in Ace’s lap with her slippery, wet buttocks pressed against his cock. He willed the beast into submission as she settled against him. He snaked his arms around her torso and smiled at Kemp as he watched Ace caress and cup her breasts, which fit perfectly in his hands. She curled her feet back around Ace’s ankles and held on to his forearms then purposefully rubbed her ass against his cock.

“Oh, damn that feels good, kitten. What are you up to?” he asked with a chuckle, already having a pretty good idea.

Summer giggled and beckoned to Kemp as she said, “The clinical terms are intergluteal and mammary intercourse, but I prefer the simple term
frottage
.” When she said the last word it came out like “massage” with a suggestive lilt to her tone. “Come to me, Kemp.”

Summer reached for the bodywash he kept on a tray by the tub and poured a generous dollop into her palm and applied it to the flesh between her breasts. She handed it to Ace and lifted her ass slightly above the water.

“Will you apply that to the cleft of my ass? Get me nice and slippery.” She giggled and wiggled her ass a little, and he had to chuckle at her enthusiasm. He applied the vanilla-scented bodywash to her ass just like she’d asked, and then she settled carefully in his lap again. Her movement caused his dick to slither and slide through the soap there. He groaned and pressed against her.

“There you go, Ace. Come stand in front of me, Kemp, and let’s see how well we line up.”

All kinds of mental images of how well they would line up flitted through his mind. Ace sat up as she pressed her ass against him and leaned slightly forward to Kemp. Perfect.

Summer released her hold on Ace and used her hands to hold her breasts together. She glanced up at Kemp and then back at Ace and asked, “Ready for slip and slide?”

She bucked gently against Ace’s cock, and Kemp drew near, sliding his dick between her breasts. Kemp looked uncertain for a second until she bucked again and squeezed her breasts together as his cock slid between them.

“Holy fuck,” Kemp muttered and groaned.

“I’m not about to leave either of you in need after the way you took care of me a few minutes ago. Does it feel good?”

Ace held her hips to aid her balance and began moving with her swaying rhythm. Kemp stroked her shoulders and sighed heavily as he thrust against her, his jaw tense as though he were gritting his teeth. She wiggled and pressed more firmly against Ace, and he held her to him tightly, keeping up with her as she picked up the pace a bit.

The water sloshed around them in the tub, some of it splashing over the edge onto the floor. Kemp gripped her shoulders, and one hand slid down her back as his movements increased.

She tilted her head back and whispered to him, “Come all over me, Kemp.”

Judging by the position of her arms and the loud moan coming from Kemp, she’d tightened the tunnel her breasts created for his cock to slide through.

Kemp shouted, “Darlin’! Oh, fuck, yes!”

Ace held her steady as Kemp thrust twice more and let loose a heartfelt groan. Ropes of his cum shot from his cock, splashing her chin, chest, and shoulders as he gave her everything he had. Ace kept his thrusting to the same manageable pace as Kemp leaned down to kiss her and then sat back on the seat to watch them.

Summer turned back to gaze into Ace’s eyes and said, “I want your cum all over me, too.”

Her throat was painted with the translucent evidence of Kemp’s orgasm, but she didn’t stop her movements to rinse off. She redoubled them instead.

He wrapped her with his arms and drew her back against him, one hand grasping her hip and the other hand cupping one of her shoulders. The last of his flagging self-control slipped, and he growled as his cock shuttled up and down in the soapy, slippery cleft of her ass.

He felt her little hands slide over his, and she whispered, “Harder, Ace. I want you to come hard for me.”

She pressed on his hands, and he gripped her tightly and howled as the first hot jet ripped from his cock against her spine. His balls felt like they were exploding as his cum shot from him in pulsing waves. Her sweet, curvy body felt so right against him, and he never wanted to let her go. But he loosened his hold as he became aware of how tightly he held her.

“You okay, kitten?” he asked breathlessly as he lay back against the edge of the tub, caressing her abdomen.

“I’m fine. How do you feel now?” Both men groaned and chuckled at the same time, and she added, “Well then, my plan worked. You both sound satisfied.”

Kemp murmured, “You hit the nail right on the head, darlin’.”

When she shifted, Ace helped her to sit between them on the tub seat and then flipped on the whirlpool jets. The water foamed, and she sighed happily as he positioned her in front of a jet so it could massage her lower back.

Summer smiled at both of them in turn and said to Ace, “I love this tub. Your house is wonderful. I can’t wait to discover what other surprises await.”

Ace smiled, thinking he still had a few up his sleeve. “We’ll do that tomorrow. Stay here with Kemp and relax for a few minutes while I go see about a snack for us.”

He rose from the tub on legs that still felt a little wobbly and caught her appreciative, lascivious stare as she gazed up at him. His cock tingled in response. He stepped from the tub, and after mopping up the wet floor, he took his robe from the hook inside the closet door and shrugged into it.

Downstairs, he made quick work of slicing a small brick of aged gouda and cheddar then placed the slices on a large plate with white grapes, dried cranberries, and chunks of dark chocolate, thinking Summer might like that combination of flavors and textures. He cut a few thin slices from a baguette and placed them on the plate as well. He took down two wine glasses and cradled them upside down by their stems between his fingers and carried the plate and the bottle of Shafer One Point Five he’d opened and left to breathe on the kitchen counter right after they arrived.

By the time Ace returned upstairs, Kemp had helped Summer from the tub, and he could hear their quiet voices in the bathroom as they toweled off. Ace placed the plate, wine bottle, and glasses on one of the bedside tables and then switched on the lamps by the bed. He pulled back the navy-and-gold, patterned comforter and top sheet and then turned on soft music on the stereo. He lit candles, placed at intervals around the room on the dressers and tables, to complete the atmosphere.

He smiled at Summer’s soft sigh when she came into the room.

“Ace, what a romantic you are.” She was clad in her black lace gown and negligee.

“Wow,” he whispered. “You look beautiful.”

“Doesn’t she?” Kemp asked, the admiration evident in his voice and the smile on his face.

“How many days until Saturday, kitten?” Ace murmured as she came to him and enveloped him in her softly scented embrace. Her skin, in contrast to the sheer lace, glowed in the candlelight and felt as smooth as silk under his palms.

As she’d moved toward him he’d been able to make out the curves of her breasts and the faint blonde triangle of curls at the apex of her thighs. Her rosy nipples were almost hidden from view by the overlapping layer of the filmy dressing gown, which served to make them all the more tantalizing.

She snuggled to him and replied, “Six days, two hours, and…” She turned to look at the clock on the bedside table. “Thirty minutes. Give or take.”

Not wanting her to dwell on the hellish torture that wait was going to be and risk her asking to sleep in another bedroom, he forged on. “I brought up a snack. Let me help you into the bed and then we’ll have a bite to eat.”

She allowed him to help her onto the bed and then got situated while he poured two glasses of the full-bodied California Cabernet and handed one to Kemp.

Summer smiled at him as he joined her on the side opposite of Kemp and asked, “Where is my glass?”

Ace chuckled and replied, “We plan to share with you.” He smiled at her playfully, and she giggled when she caught his double meaning.

“Well just make sure you save some for me.”

“Trust me, we have plenty for you.” He gave her his glass and reached for the large plate and placed it in the center of the triangle formation their bodies created as they got comfortable on the bed.

She sipped the wine and nibbled the slice of gouda he handed to her and moaned with delight. The sound was provocative, and he found that the hard-on he’d managed to tame with the mundane activity downstairs was returning with renewed insistence.

Reclining on her side, she rested her head in the palm of her hand as she handed Ace the glass and accepted a slice of the cheddar and baguette. He sipped from the glass and watched her as she settled in. The low neckline of her gown was strained by the full swell of her breasts, and he took time to savor the moment as she arranged the negligee with her graceful hands.

They traded their glasses for nibbles of food as they sampled all the items on the plate, and Ace found himself hardening more and more with each yummy sound she made. He glanced at Kemp when he heard a sound come from him and could see that Kemp was feeling much the same, judging by the tent in the towel wrapped around his hips. She loved the dark chocolate with the wine, and he was glad he’d followed his instincts.