Knight Nostalgia: A Knights of the Board Room Anthology(91)
When she did, he placed the chocolate on it. Then he brought his fingers to his own lips to suck the remaining residue off before sitting back down. Dana licked her lips. Even without seeing him do it, it was obvious the blind woman had anticipated his need and would have preferred to do the honors. Rachel didn’t blame her.
Ben shot her a wicked smile as if he’d heard the thought. Or could simply read it from her face. “You amateurs ready to show cards?” he said.
The others complied, and there were chuckles and groans as Lucas laid his down. It made Rachel smile, listening to them.
“Lucas wins this hand,” Ben noted. “Two pair. Wow, I am dealing crap.”
“So it’s a normal day,” Peter commented.
“Blow me.”
“You wish, horse dick.” Peter tossed an amused glance at Lucas. “What’s your pleasure, CFO?”
Lucas leaned back and surveyed Dana, his silver eyes passing over her with deep appreciation before he lifted them to Rachel. She’d glanced up, but immediately looked back down.
“I want Rachel on the table, Jon. Knees folded, back of her head to the surface, while Dana goes down on her.” Rachel could almost feel the heat of the wicked grin shot her way. “We have a yoga instructor here. No reason to waste that talent.”
A wave of agreement swept the table. When Rachel lifted her gaze to Jon in question, his brow rose. “What did I tell you, Rachel?”
She wet her lips. “That I should obey the other Masters as if they are you.”
“Only less tie-dyed and hippy-dippy,” Peter said.
“Ben’s not the only one you can blow,” Jon responded calmly.
“My day’s just getting better and better,” the former National Guard captain laughed.
Rachel had to bite back a chuckle, which made Lucas’s eyes warm on her. They wanted her to be as much at ease as they wanted her nervous, both emotions for the right things.
“You heard him, Rachel,” Lucas said, his tone becoming firmer. “On the table.”
“Yes, sir.”
Peter rose and detached the lines on Dana’s arms and legs, guiding each limb down as he released the attachment. He also removed the thick dildo from her pussy, his expression reflecting male satisfaction at Dana’s soft noise of reaction. Putting his broad palms under her head and back, he brought her up to a sitting position. “Move back to the center, about two paces to your left, and stay there, on your hands and knees,” he instructed.
As Dana adjusted and Peter returned to his seat, Rachel moved away from the door. But at the side of the table nearest Dana, she asked another question. “May I stretch first?”
“I wish you would.” Lucas’s exaggerated ogle made her chuckle again. She performed a few stretches, including standing on one leg and bringing each heel to her ass, one leg at a time, bracing herself on the table. She followed that with a couple body twists that had Peter’s gaze fastened appreciatively on the movement of her breasts.
She was ready. Or she thought she was. Jon crooked a finger and she came to his side. When she did, he kept his gaze upon her as he reached between her legs and slowly slid off the clit piece. She quivered in reaction, and he set it on the table before him, his touch playing over the honey-slick metal as his molten gaze rested on her face. “Go to Dana now.”
Nodding, she hitched herself onto the table, lifting her legs to swing them up and onto the surface, then she turned around to move on her knees to Dana.
She had already reviewed in her mind the best way to do the pose in proximity to the woman. So she placed her hand on Dana’s shoulder as she adjusted into a spread-knee position. Then, slowly, Rachel leaned back, tightening her stomach muscles, lifting her chin, until the top of her head touched the table, her back arched. She spread her hair around her, and then straightened her arms out to the sides.
It was the Thunderbolt pose, one she particularly liked to watch Jon do, but the feeling was apparently mutual, as she heard him murmur a soft reverence, an approving noise.
She closed her eyes, her lips parting, as Dana’s hands moved to her knees, then her thighs. Lowering herself to her elbows, Dana put her mouth on Rachel’s sex.
“Oh…” Some of Dana’s reverent curses came to mind. Dana had a heated, clever mouth, an agile tongue, and no hesitation at all when it came to giving oral sex to another woman. Rachel’s body tightened upward like a drawn bow, her hands curling and desire rasping from her throat in an animal-like noise.
Dana closed her hands on Rachel’s thighs, holding them with strength as she licked and sucked, teased and stroked.
The men had dealt another hand, but Rachel didn’t feel ignored. Far from it. It was part of the charge, them going through the motions of the poker game while she and Dana did what they were doing, at their command.
She could feel the male interest, a heady blanket of testosterone that made her imagine crazy things. Like every one of them taking her and Dana before the night was over. She saw it, her strapped down on the table as each one thrust into her. Lucas teasing her cunt with his mouth to ensure she was ready for all of them before he had her. Matt’s hand on her throat as he pounded between her legs. Ben flipping her over and taking her from behind, his hard hand gripping her hair. Peter, strong enough to simply lift her off the table, her legs wrapped around him, her arms now bound behind her back, as he pushed her down on him in a standing position, over and over.