Wedding Favors (19 page)

She felt the zipper at her back slide down, her dress part. Thomas’s hands cupped her shoulders, fingers sliding under the straps of her bra. While he kept moving with her, her bra loosened and dress and bra slid down her arms, baring her to Alexi’s scrutiny.

Alexi’s gaze moved to her breasts, the man taking his time studying them, as though he wanted to miss nothing.

Thomas whispered to Madison, “Let him touch you.”

“Yes.” It was a moan. Madison’s body was like hot wax, Thomas’s voice in her ear completing the meltdown inside her.

Alexi reached out and gently tugged one nipple. The point was already hard, and his fingers on the sensitive skin had her crying out.

“Very pretty,” Thomas said to her. “Your breasts are begging to be suckled. Would you like us to do that?”

Both of them? Holy God. Her fantasies of Thomas had never included a second man. She’d barely thought she’d be able to handle
him
.

“I think you would,” Thomas said. “It would make you feel so good.”

Nothing would come out of Madison’s mouth. Alexi cupped her breasts in his large, warm hands, thumbs flicking at the nipples while he studied them with reverence.

Madison had never done anything like this before. She had one man behind her, his body almost engulfing hers, while another man lightly caressed her breasts. It was like the best erotic dream she’d ever had.

The tingling pressure on her clit built and built and finally came tumbling from her mouth. She heard herself crying out,
“Yes, oh, yes, Tommy, yes, please!”

Alexi’s grin grew broad. He squeezed the points of her nipples, just hard enough to make her scream in pleasure. Thomas tilted her head back, and their mouths met.

Madison was going crazy. Her mouth banged Thomas’s in her desperation to take him, and she sucked and sucked at his tongue. He held her with strong hands while she dimly felt Alexi push her dress and bra all the way down and off.

She was naked now, except for her high-heeled sandals; she hadn’t put on stockings in the June heat. They’d taken her clothes away, and she didn’t mind. She pressed against Thomas, the prickle of his suit erotic against her burning skin.

“Please, Thomas,” she babbled. “Please, Thomas, now.
Now.”

“Demanding, aren’t you?” Thomas suppressed a chuckle. He was supposed to be in charge, but with Madison squirming all over him as she orgasmed, naked beneath his hands, he could barely hold himself back.

Alexi’s presence helped him maintain control. Thomas knew that if Alexi hadn’t been there, he’d have swept the dishes off the table, spread Madison across it, and taken her hard. She wanted it, he wanted it, he
needed
it.

The table was too far away. Thomas lifted Madison to the counter, laying her carefully back against the tiles. Alexi rolled up his coat and put it beneath her head.

“Lovely,” Thomas said, tracing the length of her arm. “A Madison feast.”

Madison gazed up at him, her face flushed, her brown eyes half closed, lips swollen from her frantic kisses. Her nipples were dark points, her skin slightly tanned as though she sometimes went out in the sun topless but didn’t make a habit of it. At the join of her legs, coy curls of dark hair hid the entrance to her pleasures.

Alexi copied Thomas’s movement on her other side, drawing his finger down her arm then over her hips the same time Thomas did. Thomas’s fingers, with Alexi’s matching, moved down her legs, touched her toes, came back up her body. As one, both men glided a finger into her cleft, Thomas nearly groaning when he found her wet and hot and open.

He withdrew his finger and lifted it to his lips. “You taste sweet, Maddie. So wet and ready for us.”

“Yes,” she rasped.

Thomas kissed her shoulder then trailed his lips down her arm. Alexi mimicked him on the other side. They moved their mouths down her legs again, bypassing her sweet pussy on the way up, but kissing her abdomen and the sides of her breasts.

Madison couldn’t believe this was happening. Her body moved without her permission, rocking a little, hands clenching, back arching to put her closer to them. Thomas and Alexi kissed the cushion of her breasts, lips warm and soft, breaths hot.

She gasped out loud when both men drew her nipples into their mouths. After that, they stopped mirroring each other’s actions. Alexi suckled her hard, drawing the entire areola into his mouth. Thomas used his teeth to tease her past endurance. Madison stroked her fingers through both men’s hair, Thomas’s thick and a little coarse, Alexi’s black strands smooth as silk.

Madison looked down at the two heads bent to feast on her, lashes curling on skin, mouths working. It made her hips rock, her pussy very wet, and she wanted to come again.

“Please,” she whispered.

She had no idea what she begged for. She only knew that she was coming apart with pleasure, feeling the contrast between the cool tiles under her back and buttocks and the men’s hot mouths and hands on her. She was naked; they were clothed. She was laid out for their delectation; they were standing up, in control. They could do whatever they wanted to her.

“Thomas,” she said.

Thomas lifted his head, his eyes nearly as dark as Alexi’s. Something wild flickered inside them, but his gaze was steady, whatever predator within him tamed for now. “Do you like it, Madison? The surrender?”

She nodded, too far gone for words.

Alexi’s mouth continued to torture her, the man drawing in more and more of her breast. Her skin would be swollen, marked, and Madison didn’t care.

Keeping his gaze tangled with hers, Thomas skimmed his hand down her body and parted her legs. “Spread for me, Maddie.”

Madison let her legs drape on either side of the counter, opening herself wider than she ever had. Thomas smiled as his gaze followed his fingers down to her wide-open cleft.

She nearly jumped when his fingertip found the burning point of her clit. Alexi softened his suckling, kissing her breast now, murmuring something in what she took to be Greek.

“You don’t shave,” Thomas said, running his fingers on either side of her entrance. “Or wax?”

“It never occurs to me.” There was no one to see, no one to care what she did with her body, so why bother?

“It’s no matter.” Thomas ran his fingers through the curls. “You’re silky. Very nice.”

His hand stroking her felt ten times better than the corner of the counter had. Thomas spread her between his fingers, still looking, still admiring. Alexi lifted his head and looked, too, before he kissed her abdomen below her navel.

“She smells good,” Alexi said.

Thomas nodded. “Beautiful.” He leaned down and pressed a long kiss to her clit.

Madison’s hips left the counter. Alexi pushed her back down, placed a gentle hand on her stomach. “Shh, love.”

Thomas started to lick her. Madison moaned, heat rippling through her, her heart pounding like a jackhammer. She watched as Thomas placed his hands on her thighs and sucked the hot clit into his mouth.

As he had with her nipple, he used teeth and lips to suckle and nip, to tease her clit into standing high and hard. Madison couldn’t stop herself lifting to him. She found her arms held in place by Alexi, and Thomas went on and on, kissing, nibbling, sucking, licking.

She was coming again. Alexi kissed her breasts, his tongue a slow, gentle counterpoint to the madness of Thomas’s mouth. She went crazy, rolling and screaming, any inhibition she’d ever had fleeing her as she cried Thomas’s name.

The peak of the orgasm flooded her, and for a few moments, Madison saw and heard nothing. The only thing that existed was the feeling welling up in her mouth and breasts and pussy, spilling over. She knew she was wetter than she’d ever been before, knew Tommy was between her legs lapping her clean.

And then she was on the hard counter again, sobbing, Alexi soothing her with hands and voice, while Thomas kept licking.

“What does she taste like?” Alexi asked him.

Thomas raised his head. His lips were swollen, his chin gleaming with her moisture. He dipped one finger straight into her, making Madison cry out. Thomas held his finger out to Alexi. Closing his eyes, Alexi wrapped his mouth around Thomas’s finger and sucked it.

The sight of the big man suckling Thomas’s finger, while Thomas’s eyes were dark and hot, made Madison orgasm a second time.

“Mmm.” Alexi drew away. He touched his lips. “Thank you. Sweet spice and everything nice, Madison.”

“Did you like that, sweetheart?” Thomas asked.

Madison fell limply against the counter, her breath in gasps like she’d been running, but a jog down a trail had never been as good as this. “What a question.”

“I asked it. Did you like that?”

Thomas wanted her to answer, to obey. Madison nodded. “I loved it.” She hesitated. “Will you do it again?”

“This is all about your pleasure. So yes. But I think we’ll move someplace more comfortable.”

Before she could sit up, Thomas slid his arms behind her shoulders and knees and lifted her from the counter. “Your bedroom is upstairs, I take it?”

Madison drooped against him, loving his strength, his warmth, the mastery in his voice. She pointed into the hall with a languid hand. “That way.”

Thomas lifted her closer, kissing her lips. He carried her out of the room with Alexi following, leaving the uneaten pecan pie to soften to goo on the table.

Madison’s
bedroom was feminine but not frilly and flowery. She had simple tastes, from the carved Queen Anne four-poster with a handmade quilt, to the tall, stand-alone armoire, to the elegant cheval mirror beside the bed, to the honeysuckle trailing outside the window. The room wasn’t the largest one upstairs, Thomas realized as they passed doors, but it looked to be the most comfortable.

Alexi followed as Thomas laid Madison on the bed. She looked sated already, her eyes half closed, her body open and pliant.

Thomas had taken women in a threesome before, but those women had sought nothing but sexual pleasure. Any two men would do for them.

With Madison it was different, personal. Thomas wondered why he didn’t mind Alexi here. Madison belonged to him—Thomas—or at least, he planned for her to belong to him. But Thomas thought of Madison’s reaction when they’d both touched her while she lay on the counter, both suckling her, both pleasuring her. She’d screamed in joy. He’d tolerate the second man if it brought Madison pleasure, if that’s what she wanted.

Alexi sat on the bed, smoothing Madison’s hair. “Do you feel good, Madison?”

Madison smiled, but at Thomas. “I’m not hating this. Is it the kind of thing you do at your club?”

“Not exactly.” Thomas shoved his hands in his pockets. “I don’t want to talk about the club tonight. Tonight, I’m with you.”

In fact, Thomas never wanted to go back to the club. He wanted Madison, not for simple bodily satisfaction, but to hold in his arms through the night. The women he met at the club had become little more than fuck buddies, people he cared about, yes, but not true lovers. Always, always, his mind strayed to Madison, dreaming of a night she would sleep in his arms. He wanted to wake up and know that being with her wasn’t a dream.

He was grateful to Alexi for forcing this situation. Then again, Thomas hadn’t been prepared for tonight. He’d come over for dinner, expecting her to want to talk about Girard, and all his accoutrements were at home.

“What are we going to do now?” Madison asked.

She was thinking of this as a game. As play. Thomas sat on the side of the bed opposite Alexi and trailed the backs of his fingers across her face. “If I had you at my house, I’d bind your wrists, fasten you down. Then I’d ready you to take me, and him.” He leaned closer, his lips brushing what his fingers had touched. “Have you ever had a man in your ass, Maddie?”

“Anal sex?” She flushed. “Yes. Once.”

“Did you like it?”

Her flush deepened. “Yes.”

“Then why only the once?”

Madison shrugged, her embarrassment so cute while she lay naked on a bed letting two men touch her. “The guy in question and I didn’t stay together. It was a mutual breakup, nothing tragic. After that, I just never had an opportunity.”

She meant that she’d not gone seeking sex. Thomas thought he understood. Madison liked sex, but she wouldn’t deliberately go after it, wouldn’t turn to a stranger to fulfill her. She and the other man hadn’t stayed together, even though they’d enjoyed the sexual part of the relationship enough to experiment. Which meant that the emotional part of a relationship meant something to her. She wouldn’t seek out or stay in a relationship solely for the sex.

Thomas kept the glee he felt out of his voice as he said, “I’m glad to hear you learned to take it. You’ll know what to do then.”

“I sort
of
know what to do. It’s been a while.”