Knowing the Ropes by Teresa Noelle Roberts Page B

Garth watched…
    “God, yes,” she finally admitted, pure lust getting the better of anything else.
    “Undress her,” Garth commanded Alison.
    As if in a dream, Selene let Alison unzip her dress and let it fall to pool at her feet. As if in a dream, she helped Alison out of her clothes.
    Alison was beautiful, Selene’s stunned brain registered.
    Selene had already guessed Alison had a genital piercing—but not that she had a neat triad of rings, two in her labia and one in her clit hood, or that her nipples were pierced as well.
    The rose-and-chain tattoo extended down to her bare pubic mound, with chains going down her outer lips. Selene didn’t want to imagine how much that must have hurt, but the effect was lovely.
    Then Alison knelt with practiced grace in front of Selene.
    Nick ran his hands up Selene’s body to cup her breasts, then stepped back and sat next to Garth.
    Selene felt like she should look at the redhead in front of her, but her eyes followed Nick. She met his blue gaze, smiled nervously. “Good girl,” she heard him say, and the words burned in her veins like a drug. “After Alison’s had you, I’m going to use your mouth.” Selene clenched.
    Alison slid one arm around her hips, pulling her closer.
    Warm breath teased her aching clit.
    Alison’s fingers brushed against her opening. “You’re drenched,” she said, and Selene felt the words reverberate through her pussy.
    “Please,” she whimpered, all nervousness drowning in waves of desire.
    Alison’s hot mouth closed on her clit at the same time first one, then two, fingers penetrated her.
    Alison’s tongue was soft and sweet, but she let Selene feel the gentle pressure of her teeth as well, notching her arousal up yet another level.
    Nick stroked his cock through his clothes and smiled at her in a way that caressed her almost as much as Alison was. She couldn’t look at Garth, didn’t dare to see if he too was touching himself.
    Instead, she looked down at Alison—at the sweep of her red hair, at her small, neat breasts, the rings in them not visible from this angle, the line of her pale, freckled back. At her delicate beauty.
    At the beautiful woman pouring wave after wave of pleasure through her with lips and tongue and fingers.
    Delicious.
    The redhead pulled her fingers out, reinserted them at a different angle, beckoned at Selene’s G-spot as she licked and suckled her clit.
    Selene’s nails dug into Alison’s shoulders as she came, clenching around the fingers inside her, grinding against the sweet tongue. She felt her knees buckling, took a deep breath, tried to steady herself.
    Alison flicked her tongue, and Selene realized there was no hope. None at all. One orgasm segued into another, or maybe it was one giant one, and there was no way she’d be able to stand much longer.
    Strong arms surrounded her from behind, held her up for Alison’s final ministrations. Kept holding her, stroking her, murmuring how beautiful and hot she was, as Alison stood, gave her a final kiss and retreated.
    “But,” Selene said weakly, “shouldn’t I… I mean I’d like…” Alison had made her come so wonderfully. Wouldn’t she get to return the pleasure?
    “Some other time,” Garth said, understanding her incoherent mutterings. “Right now, I’m going to be greedy and drag Alison away. Master’s prerogative.”
    The other couple wasn’t out of the room before Nick had Selene bent over a sturdy-looking table. “Was going to use your mouth, but I couldn’t let Alison’s fingers have all the fun here,” he said, his voice harsh and choked with lust as he ran his fingers over her dripping pussy, making her gasp and buck.
    Garth’s and Alison’s footsteps stopped. She didn’t dare look, but she knew they were frozen in the doorway, watching.
    Nick didn’t take the time to undress all the way, just unzipped, pulled a condom from his pocket. It was a matter of seconds before he was pounding into her, filling her completely,