C.J. was more enthusiastic. He caressed, rubbed and pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The dual sensations, so very different, had her so worked up she was about to fidget out of her lounger.
“This is supposed to be relaxing,” Cole said in amusement.
She cracked an eye open again to glare at him. “Oh really? So you’re telling me if two gorgeous women were running their hands all over your cock, that you’d be all relaxed and ho hum?”
He grinned. “Only if that gorgeous woman was you.”
“Oh you’re good,” she muttered.
“Relax, darling. This is all for you. Enjoy it.”
She closed her eyes again and surrendered to the male hands that explored her body, rubbing sunblock in areas that would probably never see the sun.
Mike slid his fingers between her thighs and she parted her legs automatically. He found her bare lips and ran his thumb up and down the soft folds until she was all but purring.
“Do you want him to make you come, Ren?” Cole asked quietly.
She opened her eyes to focus on him once more. She stared into his eyes, looking for the right answer, but as it had been with Lucas, it wasn’t a trick question.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”
“Ask him then. Ask him prettily and maybe he’ll give you what you want.”
Her gaze drifted down to Mike’s tight features. He was dark brown from hours in the sun. There probably wasn’t a part of him that hadn’t been kissed by the sun. It was hard to know his ethnicity because of the tan. She couldn’t place his accent, though he looked to be at least part Latino. Either way the man was damn sexy and he was looking at her with those soft black eyes that said he’d do anything at all to please her. What woman could resist that?
“Please make me come.”
“Address him properly,” Cole admonished.
“Please make me come, Captain Mike,” she amended.
“It will be my pleasure,” Mike said as he slid his fingers through her folds to the already damp flesh beyond.
He rolled his thumb over her clit while he stroked a circle around her entrance with his middle finger. All the while he stared directly into her eyes and she found herself unable to look away. She had no idea what C.J. was doing or if he was even still touching her. There was only the magic of Mike’s eyes and fingers as he lazily stroked her most intimate flesh.
“Would you like me to use my mouth?” Mike asked.
Her gaze flew to Cole. He looked pleased by her reaction but nodded his permission, effectively leaving it up to her.
“Oh God, yes,” she breathed. “Please.”
“Spread your legs and place your feet on either side of the lounger,” Mike directed.
She did as he bade and planted the soles of her feet on the sun-warmed deck. Her pussy was spread and bared and she was completely vulnerable, a sensation that sent a heady thrill through her body.
Mike straddled the lounger and scooted up until his hands covered the tops of her thighs and slid warmly up to her pelvis. He lowered his mouth at the same time he spread the folds of her pussy with his thumbs. Holding her open, he dipped his tongue down and licked her from her entrance to her clit.
She nearly came off the lounger and would have but she suddenly realized where C.J. had gone. He was holding her shoulders down so she couldn’t move. Her gaze went helplessly to Cole who surveyed her with lazy arrogance.
Mike nuzzled her flesh, the scruff on his jaw abrading her sensitive areas, driving her crazy. He licked and sucked, gently, so very gently. The man was a God when it came to oral sex. There wasn’t a woman alive who wouldn’t throw herself at a man who had a mouth like this.
And man was he patient. He didn’t tire. Didn’t grow impatient when she didn’t come right away. He was content to work her up slow and easy. He licked her deep, sliding his tongue as far inside her as he could reach. Then he’d work his way up to her clit where he’d tongue her and suck lightly at the quivering bundle of nerves. She was ready to scream because she was so on edge but she just couldn’t get there yet.
“She needs more,” Cole said softly. “She needs that edge. A little rough. Push her a little more and she’ll come.”
Oh how he understood her. Even watching another man go down on her, he could read her like a book. Knew she was close and what she needed to achieve release.
Mike nipped lightly at her clit and then rubbed the bristle of his beard growth through her folds. He slid two fingers inside her while he nibbled at the taut bud above her entrance and then began finger fucking her.
“That’s it,” Cole said. “Don’t be afraid of hurting her. She likes it rough. Don’t you, Ren darling?”
“Yesss.”
The word came out as a long hiss because just as Cole had given Mike further directions, Mike added a third finger and thrust hard.
“Come in my mouth,” Mike said hoarsely. “I want you to come all over my tongue. I want to taste you. I’ve never tasted anything sweeter.”
Those words, so sweetly said, did more than the bite of pain and the hard edge of his fingers. She catapulted over the edge, her entire body drawing up and then exploding with the force of a bomb.
She quivered from head to toe and she was only aware of Mike licking her. Of him sucking every bit of her release into his mouth. She moaned and melted into the lounger, so boneless that she couldn’t move. Her legs sagged limply to the side. As Mike raised his head from her pussy, she couldn’t even muster the strength to close her legs so they remained gaped open like a complete wanton.
“Bring her to me.”
Cole’s quiet command drifted over her ears and soon she found herself lifted from the lounger and delivered into Cole’s waiting arms. He cuddled her to him and held a glass of cold water to her lips. She drank thirstily and then sagged against his chest as he stroked his hand up and down her back.
“Lay here with me, Ren. I’m going to feed you delicious food and we’re going to watch the sun go down.”
She sighed a blissful, happy sigh and burrowed a little tighter into his embrace. Oh, but he did love to spoil her so.
CHAPTER 30
“Where did you wander off to today?”
Ren lay in the lounger, wrapped in Cole’s arms as the sunset put on a fiery display worthy of the gods. The sky was painted in vibrant golden hues with brushes of pink and lavender. And just over the horizon, the sun was a giant orange orb, sinking lower and lower, hanging on with a weakening grip.
She didn’t pretend to misunderstand. She knew exactly what he was asking. It was the source of her punishment and the catalyst for everything that had happened since. Put in that light, she couldn’t very well regret what had happened but she could at least make him understand.
“I was thinking.”
“About?”
She flushed, embarrassed at the first thing that had drifted her off course while Cole was fucking her.
“Ren?” he prompted.
“I was imagining what a child of ours would look like,” she mumbled.
He went utterly silent. So still against her. Disconcerted, she chanced a peek at him to gauge his reaction and was stunned by the raw hunger in his eyes. He looked …wistful.
“I think she would be beautiful like her mama,” Cole said quietly. “Dark skin, dark hair. Who knows what kind of eyes with your mixture of brown and green and my blue eyes. But I’d lay odds she’ll be stunning.”
“And a boy?” she asked with a smile.
“I picture him like you too. A miniature Ren with your mischievous smile.”
“Would our children inherit nothing from you?”