Two weeks later, Thomas drove them to the airport. The flight was uneventful and they landed at JFK a little after five. A few people recognized Tyler on the plane so Nevvie behaved, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention. Tyler seemed unconcerned, holding her hand, oblivious to anyone’s opinion. The publisher sent a private car and driver to meet them. Once safely ensconced in the back seat, Nevvie felt free to lean over and kiss Tyler.
“Too bad Thomas couldn’t be here,” she said.
Tyler nodded, looking through the final itinerary given to him by the driver. “Why don’t you call him, let him know we’re safe and sound.” He browsed his New York Times.
Thomas answered on the second ring. “How was the flight?”
“I behaved myself.” She caught Tyler’s eye and winked.
“No chance to join the Mile High Club?”
She blushed. “Not this flight.”
“Where are you?”
“In the car.”
Thomas’ voice growled in her ear. “Well, I think you owe your poor Master Tyler a little relief, don’t you?”
Her breath quickened. “What?” she whispered.
“You heard me, little slave. Keep the phone to your ear and lean over and unzip him.”
Her heart thundered. “Okay,” she breathed, feeling the blood rush between her legs.
Tyler perused the paper, not paying attention to her conversation until she briefly met his eyes as she shifted position and bent into his lap. He adjusted the newspaper to hide her and stretched his legs as she unzipped his slacks and freed him.
Thomas knew what this did to her. “Are you wet, baby?”
“Mm hmm.”
“Go down on him. Is he hard yet?”
“Oh, yeah.” She wrapped her lips around Tyler’s instantly-hard shaft. She swirled her tongue around the ridge at the base of the head.
Tyler softly moaned and closed his eyes.
“Well,” Thomas said, “deep throat him, sugar. I want you to suck him dry for me.” He gave her commands over the phone as she drew soft groans from Tyler.
Beyond caring if the driver knew what was going on, Nevvie only cared about pleasing her boys. She used her free hand to massage his shaft and sac, trying to ignore the nearly uncomfortable ache between her own legs. After a few minutes she felt him tense and prepared, taking him deep into her mouth. As he came, one hand dropped the paper and cupped the back of her head.
When he finished he took the phone from her.
“Thank you, lover,” he whispered to Thomas.
She sat up and adjusted his clothes, zipped him, and smiled. Tyler kissed her.
“Did our girl take good care of you?” Thomas asked.
“Yes, she did. We’ll call you later when we’re settled and can repay the favor,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Make sure you do. I want to hear her moan.”
“That I’ll do.” He hung up and kissed her. “Do you know how much I absolutely love you, sweetheart?”
“Don’t you mean, ‘little slave,’ Master?” she asked coyly.
He grinned. “Bloody hell, woman. I’ll be walking around hard all weekend if you keep doing that.”
“That’s a bad thing?”
He stroked her chin and kissed her again, gently taking her lower lip in his teeth and tugging a little. “You are wonderfully, sweetly kinky,” he whispered.
“But only for my masters.”
He moaned again, sitting back and patting her leg. “I’m in trouble, I fear.”
She turned as he closed the hotel room door and leaned against it.
“Lock it,” she said.
He smiled and flipped the dead bolt and safety bar. “Better?”
“Yes.”
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, his blue eyes smoldering. “That’s the last command you give me tonight, isn’t it, little slave?”
She nodded, loving this game, loving him. The dull, needy throb had quieted during the ride to the hotel, but his words and gaze brought it back with a full-fledged pounding.
“I think you should get undressed and get in bed.”
She nodded, her pulse beating in her ears. How he did that to her, she didn’t know. Didn’t care, to be honest. Never in her life had she felt such knee-weakening desire as she did with Tyler. Thomas too, in a similar way, but Tyler pierced through her very core, as if he knew exactly which buttons to push.
Nevvie unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor, followed by her slacks, bra and panties. Tyler still wore his shirt, but had unbuttoned it. “How would you like me, Master?” she asked.
“Flat on your back for starters, love.” He made a call and moved to stand at the foot of the bed while she complied. “Hello, lover…yes…hold on.” He set the phone to speaker mode and placed it on the bed. “Can you hear?”
From the sound of his voice, she knew Thomas was smiling. “Perfectly. Is our little slave ready?”
Tyler’s eyes never left hers. “I suspect she’s more than ready, Thomas.”
Thomas laughed. “Nevvie, sugar?”
“Yes, Master?”
“You’re going to talk to me while he’s making love to you, darlin. I want you to describe it all to me, you hear?” Tyler had draped his shirt over a chair and was working on his slacks.
“Yes, Master.”
“So what’s he doing?”
She licked her lips as Tyler shucked the rest of his clothes. “He’s taking off his clothes, Master.”
“Is he hard?”
Tyler turned from the chair and she spotted his rigid shaft. “Very.”
He smiled and knelt over her, kissing her, exploring her mouth with his tongue. He moved lower, tracing the curve of her neck down past her collarbone, and she gasped.
“He kissed me…now he’s kissing my breasts.”
From Thomas’ hoarse grunt she knew what he was doing on his end of the phone. “Is he licking your nipples?”
She closed her eyes and moaned as Tyler took one nipple into his mouth, gently nipping it with his teeth until it peaked with desire. He played with the other, using his fingers to tease it into a similar state.
“He’s sucking on one and playing with the other.” Saying it honed her passion to a fine edge. She tangled her fingers in his hair and tried to rub against his hip but he chuckled under his breath and moved teasingly out of reach.
“Do you want him to go lower, baby girl?”
“I want to feel his tongue on me, Master.”
Tyler moaned around her breast and moved south.
“Is he doing it, sugar?”
She lifted her head and caught Tyler’s gaze and teasing smile for just a second before he plunged between her legs. Nevvie threw her head back and moaned. “Oh, God, yes!”
“Use that sweet tongue of yours on her, Ty. I wish I could be there now, watching you. Talk to me, Nev.”
Nevvie was nearly beyond speech. “He’s running his tongue around my clit. Oh, God, that feels good!”
“Do you want to feel his fingers in you too, baby?”
“Uh huh!”
“Ask him.”
“Please fuck me with your fingers, Master!”
Tyler wrapped his lips around her swollen nub as he stroked two fingers in and out of her wet heat. She was close. “He’s doing it,” she gasped.
Thomas panted. “Jesus, you sound so freaking sexy, sugar. I bet you’re really wet, aren’t you?”
Tyler was an expert at keeping her on the edge for what felt like hours. It hadn’t taken him long to unlock secrets about her body she never even dreamed existed. “Yes!”
“I’m close, Ty,” he growled. “See if you can bring her over with me. Talk to me, Nevvie. Tell me what’s going on.”
Nevvie twisted her hand in the sheet and moaned into the pillow. “I’m—I’m so close!”
Tyler’s fingers changed tempo. He stroked her clit with his tongue and she felt her climax start. “He’s—oh, God, I’m coming!”