Shameless

12

Ian stared at the back entrance to The Club, the double wood doors with their lantern lights at the side. The stately brick surrounding it gave the entrance an imposing, by-permission-only, air. And once again Courtney had broken that long-held tradition.

What was it with women lately? First Tally and Terrie had slipped through to allow Tally to seduce Lucian and Devril in a most erotic manner. Now Courtney was taking a page out of her book and revising it enough to tempt Ian’s very sanity.

What it did to him to see her there, as though she were some empress of the erotic arts, tempting him to destroy them both. And she was tempting him, in ways no other woman ever had.

He quickly controlled the slight smile that would have curved his lips at the thought. She was a wildcat. She took every caress, every touch and turned it back on him, accepting every adventure he introduced her to with a hunger that never failed to surprise him. She accepted him so easily, that the firm control he had held over his deeper hungers, was slowly slipping.

She made him smile. She made the haunting loneliness he had lived with so many years dissipate. She made him want to believe…and believing was the most destructive thing he could do. For both of them.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped from the back of the limo, staring at the doors to The Club with a sense of fatalism. She was there, in the very heart of all he was. The rumormongers had nicknamed them Trojans for their dominance and their habits of sharing their women. But it went so much deeper than that. It was a part of them, who they were, what they were, and the often overriding concerns that lifestyle brought. It wasn’t just any woman who could deal with the fact that her husband or lover needed to tie her up, use exotic toys on her, or allow other men to watch or touch what should be primarily his.

It went beyond possessiveness though. Not that Ian wouldn’t kill the man who dared to touch Courtney without his implicit permission. Club member or not, the results wouldn’t be pretty.

He shook his head. Realizing instantly that he was already accepting the fact that he couldn’t hold out against her much longer. There was nothing left but the prayer that some part of the past affection would survive this new relationship when she realized it wasn’t really what she wanted and that he had destroyed the innocence that was so much a part of her.

She wouldn’t be the first.

Kia Stanton’s sense of betrayal and fury wasn’t necessarily unfounded when her husband had surprised her with his desires. Carl should have revealed his sexual tastes to her before their marriage. It had destroyed a relationship that might have worked had he been honest in the beginning.

Courtney lacked the boundaries other women did. She amazed him on a daily basis, with her view of the world, her acceptance of things she had no experience with, not just sexually, but life in general. She never made judgments, and always tried to understand each side of the coin.

She could handle his hungers.

He grimaced at the part of his sexuality that insisted that she was strong enough, hungry enough, to accept his needs. That her sexuality, her sense of self would never be threatened by the desires that ate at him.

And another part of him saw nothing but Melissa, her eyes gazing sightlessly beyond him, that damning letter lying by her side. All he could feel then was the horror, the fury, the guilt… He should have known. He should have been more careful…

“Mr. Sinclair, the door was locked.” The doors swung open to reveal Matthew’s dour countenance. “I locked it myself and checked it before I left. I have no idea who aided her in gaining entrance.”

Khalid had. Ian wasn’t stupid. He knew the other man was chomping at the bit to test Courtney’s control.

“Don’t worry about it, Matthew, she would have found a way in no matter the measures taken against her.” He slipped his coat off as Matthew closed the doors behind them, his gaze going instantly to the closed portals of the social room beyond.

Something surged in his bloodstream. A sense of expectation, an electrified arousal. The static charge had the hairs lifting along his nape as the ache in his cock intensified. His erection tightened, his body heated, and it took a long, indrawn breath to clear the haze of lust suddenly filling his head.

Spank me, Uncle Ian… Her voice teasing, her eyes holding a gleam of untamed laughter.

God yes! Make it hurt, just a little more, Ian. Just a little more… Her screams of unabashed pleasure and sexual pain echoed in his head as he watched the small, tight entrance of her ass bloom open for his thick cock.

I won… Her unsteady laughter as they collapsed on the bed night before, drowsy, replete, the sexual battle for control still considered a draw. Ian wasn’t satisfied with a draw.

Shaking his head, his jaw tightened as he forced himself to move to the doors. All he had to do was stalk to her and drag her out. No matter who stood around her… The doors opened. No matter what she was doing…

God have mercy on his soul…

Ian came to a resounding stop, shock gathering in the pit of his belly, his dick nearly pushing through his slacks as he felt his eyes widen, his lips parting in surprise.

It wasn’t possible. He wasn’t seeing it.

The outfit itself was control-destructive, but he could have withstood it. Ian was known for his control. And the wicked red short skirt and top, though incredibly tempting, could have been resistible.

But the rest…

He felt his mouth dry, then water, a haze of lust enveloping him, searing him as he watched Alyssa Hampstead behind her, her lips lowering to Courtney’s bare shoulder, her teeth raking the flesh as her hands slowly parted the buttons on the vest Courtney wore.

Dark brown eyes flared with a heat of their own as his gaze locked with his lover’s. Lust, impossibly hot, hungry, demanding, flashed in her eyes a second before the vest parted, revealing the swollen, hard-tipped mounds beneath.

He couldn’t breathe. Breathing wasn’t an option. He was too concerned with his eroding control to worry about breathing. Besides, if he breathed, he might have to blink, then he would miss…

“Fuck…” The long, drawn-out hiss was accompanied by the muttered groans and growls of the other men scattered about, watching as Alyssa moved around Courtney, bending, her pale pink lips opening as Courtney’s hand lifted to cup her own breast and guide her nipple to the other woman’s mouth.

Soft female lips puckered around the turgid nipple as Courtney almost stumbled, reaching for the edge of the table as Alyssa obviously nipped at the tender bud.

Ian was barely aware he was moving. He had to be breathing, because he had the strength to walk—no, stalk. Distantly he was aware of the intent building inside him as he moved behind Courtney, his fingers wrapping around her braid as he pulled her head back to his shoulder, his arm going around her waist to steady her as a strangled, greedy moan left her lips.

“She likes the pain, Alyssa,” he growled, knowing he was cursed forever. “Do it right.”

Alyssa’s cool blue eyes were warm with arousal as a smile tugged at her suckling lips, but she did as he urged. And she let him watch.

Her lips pulled back from her teeth, giving him the perfect view of Courtney’s hard little nipple, the areola darkening, as Alyssa tugged at it, her tongue washing over it.

“Ian… Oh God…” Courtney stared up at him, her body drawn tight, lust nearly turning her eyes black as he stared down at her.

His hand moved from her waist to her opposite breast as her hands gripped his lower arms. He gripped her nipple with thumb and forefinger, milking it forcefully as her eyes glazed with the sensations.

Wild. Untamed. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his life. But this wasn’t what he wanted for her. Another woman, no matter how erotic the sight, couldn’t bring her the pleasure that Ian knew another man could.

“Khalid.” His voice sounded torn from his throat as he continued to stare at Courtney.

“Yes, Ian.” Khalid’s darkly accented voice was harsh with arousal.

“I require a third.”

“With pleasure, Ian.”

He heard the scrape of the chair as Alyssa slowly drew back, her gaze flickering as it met his. He would deal with her later. She knew, understood well, the only thing that would break his control. There were a few set boundaries that most women would never cross, especially in front of their men. This was one of them. It was highly erotic, in small doses, captivating.

Ian kept his hold on Courtney, her head drawn back to his shoulder, her eyes heavy-lidded now, her breathing harsh as Khalid came around the table.

“Do you like being watched, baby?” he asked her, flickering a glance at Khalid as he began to kneel before her. “Do you feel all those hungry eyes, watching you, their dicks hard, imagining what it’s like to be inside your hot little pussy or your sucking mouth?”

A startled, harsh scream left Courtney’s lips as she felt broad, calloused hands smoothing her skirt upward over her thighs. She was shaking in Ian’s arms, staring up at him, caught by the midnight blue of his eyes, the sexual intensity, the satisfaction beginning to edge his expression.

She jerked against him, desperate to get closer as she felt the lust boiling in her body, soaking the flesh of her cunt.

Yes, she could feel the eyes, feel the arousal, the heat building around them as sweat began to dampen her body. As the skirt moved past the crotch of her panties, she felt Ian unlocking her fingers from his arms, his hands manacling her wrists as he drew them behind her back.

Khalid’s fingers whispered over the wet silk between her thighs.

“I want you to come for us,” he whispered, his head lowering until his lips were at her ear. “You want to be brave and bold, sweetheart? You want to know what it means to be my woman, to be a part of everything I am? Then watch them, let them see how perfectly you match my lusts.”

Her eyes opened, dazed, surrounded by pleasure as Khalid slid her panties down her legs.

They were watching. She had forgotten how many men there were in the room. Surely no more than half a dozen, but they were all watching the live show as Khalid spread her thighs and moved closer.

She orgasmed the instant his tongue swiped through the soaked slit, barely glancing her clitoris. Her lips opened on a soundless moan, the edges of her vision darkening as a fist-punch of sensation slammed through her womb.

Ian chuckled, Khalid merely cupped her inner thigh and lifted her leg to give his lips greater access.

“I may have to spank you for coming so easily,” he threatened her. “Maybe you need that little edge of pain to stay focused. Is that what it is, baby? Just a little, to keep you on edge.”

No. No… She shuddered, tremors of sensation tearing through her as she felt the fingers of Ian’s free hand moving along the shallow crevice of her ass.

If he did that, she wouldn’t survive. She couldn’t survive this much excitement as well as that edge.

“Watch them,” he whispered at her ear as he began to draw the cream flowing from her pussy, back to the tight entrance of her ass. “Are they jacking off, Courtney? Are they getting pleasure from watching you scream in orgasm, watching your pleasure fill your face?”

A few were. She fought to breathe as she picked out the ones who sat back in their chairs, their cocks gripped in their hands, stroking themselves as Ian began to lubricate the entrance to her ass with her own juices. At the same time, Khalid, demon that he was, was slowly licking around her clit, sucking at the bare, sensitive lips as his fingers circled the ultra-sensitive opening to her pussy.

“I should bend you over this table and fuck you here and now.” Her ass bloomed open over two broad fingers as a bolt of lust shook her body. “Like that idea? Do you, baby?”

She writhed against him, fighting to drive his fingers deeper inside her as she felt Khalid begin to enter her vagina with two of his as well.

“Do you want to be fucked, Courtney?” he growled. “Here and now?”

“Yes,” she screamed the need exploding through her. “Fuck me, Ian.”

“Maybe I should let them fuck you,” he snapped. “Should I stand back, Courtney? Hold you or merely watch as they take turns working their dicks up your pussy?”

She jerked in shock.

“No.” She tried to twist in his arms, held firm by the combined efforts of both him and Khalid. “You won’t. I know you won’t.”

She liked the eyes watching her, the sense of the forbidden, the heat building around them. She could feel his anger though, his loss of control as he fought the emotional as well as the physical needs. She had broken his control. But she had done it in a manner that he would definitely punish her for.

She shrieked as his fingers buried up her ass.

“And you won’t, either,” he snarled. “Not without me. Not without my permission. Never.”

“You bastard!” she cried then, furious that he would feel the need to declare a limit already understood by them. “Do you think I’d be here fighting for you if I desired another fucking man?” She arched, screaming, as Khalid’s fingers suddenly filled her as well. “Damn you, Ian. I have to have you to get wet. How the fuck am I supposed to come without you?”

As though the furious words broke what was left of the threads of his control, he angled her head to him, lowering his until his lips could take her in a kiss that rocked her mind. She knew only touch, fingers thrusting inside her anus, her pussy, hungry lips suckling at her clit, her tongue as Ian restrained her in his arms.

“Damn you,” he growled, his voice a hoarse, dark growl as the thrusting fingers, the pleasure and edge of pain, swirled within her bloodstream, sending her crashing into another explosive orgasm. “I tried. I fucking tried, Courtney. More than you know…”

He pulled back from her as Khalid followed, holding her close until the other man stepped back, before he swung her in his arms and strode from The Club.

“Get the door.” He stood aside as the other man stepped easily in front of them and opened the door before following Ian through the dim hallway.

Courtney fought to breathe, her hands gripping his neck as shuddering aftershocks of her orgasm whipped through her system.

Focusing wasn’t high on her list of priorities. She could hear Ian’s breathing, hard and heavy, the sound of his heartbeat thundering in his chest. Every nerve of her body was sensitized, her mind clouded with passion, love and lust. And though she knew, that for the moment anger filled his system with the same desperation that the lust held, it was an anger born of fear. A fear he would lose soon, she prayed. Because until he did, there wasn’t so much as a hope left for the future she had always dreamed of.