Knight Nostalgia: A Knights of the Board Room Anthology(97)
Rachel’s breath left her in a flutter as Dana increased the pressure of the contact, then eased off, her fingers flexing on Rachel’s hips. Then, just as Matt had described, she curled forward and lowered her head to pull one of Rachel’s nipples into her mouth again, all while she continued to rub against her.
“Oh…” Rachel sighed out her pleasure, her fingers curling and uncurling. “Please…Dana…I want to touch you.”
Dana’s lips curved against her skin. “No wonder Jon gets hard when you beg. Tell me again. Convince me.”
“Please…I want to put my hands on you…hold you…ah…” A cry came from Rachel at the amazing things Dana’s body was pulling from her.
“Wish granted, good girl.”
Rachel didn’t need to be told twice. She wound her arms around Dana’s shoulders, cradling her skull, her dark hair soft under her fingertips.
The men’s silence had that intimate weight to it. It felt like there was a golden spotlight on them, heat and silver motes in the air. They hadn’t started playing cards again, and she wondered if they would, or if they would abandon the props to the whole enticing scenario and have her and Dana enact fantasy after fantasy for them without interruption.
Dana lifted her face, her green eyes, even unfocused, filled with fire. Her mouth was set in a dangerous smile. “I kind of wish I was wearing a strap-on,” she said huskily. “So I could fuck that good girl pussy, hard and deep.”
The words pulled a guttural groan from Rachel’s lips and Dana’s expression became even more glittering. “Yeah, baby,” Dana said. “Tell me how it feels, my pussy against yours.”
“Good,” Rachel gasped. “So good.”
Dana changed her motion. Goddess, she excelled at this. Rachel had been right. It took no time for her to be wet enough and then some to help keep Dana’s motions fluid, literally and figuratively. But Rachel wasn’t surprised by that. Dana was a sexual powerhouse, able to make a priest rethink celibacy. And beyond that, Jon had trained Rachel to be ready so quick. Sometimes all it took was a look from him for her body to ready itself.
When they’d met, she’d thought she was drying out, losing her sex drive. Unable to get wet enough even to take her vibrator inside, back then, she’d settled for clitoral orgasms only. How lost she’d been. How much of herself she would have lost for good, if not for him.
“Think it’s time to deal the next hand,” Ben said. Apparently, they weren’t ready to completely abandon the game. She’d have been fine either way, but she had to admit the cards gave an extra kick to all of this, not knowing who’d win next.
But Dana’s building reaction drew her attention from the dealing, the interplay between the men. The black woman had been close to orgasm when she went to sit in Peter’s lap. Now she was back up that ramp, and teetering over the edge. “Master…I can’t…I’m really close.”
“Matt, you can do the honors,” Peter said. “It’s your hand.”
“I’d never take that right away from her Master,” Matt responded courteously.
“I insist.”
“Fucking hell,” Dana whispered under her breath. Rachel caught a laugh in the back of her throat, mixed with sympathy and lust though it was.
“What was that, Sergeant?” Peter asked sharply. Rachel was sure they had every intention of driving the poor woman insane. It was their united specialty.
“Nothing, sir,” Dana responded in a strangled voice. Even with her darker skin color, Rachel could see a flush building over her small breasts, up the base of her throat. Her arms trembled and her lips stretched in a rigid mask as she tried not to release. She was going to go over without permission, if Peter or Matt didn’t say something soon. That might be their intent, another excuse to dish out memorable punishment.
But not this time. Matt spoke. “Dana, come for us.”
Dana obliged instantly, her body going tense as the climax seized her, her hips pressing her sex harder against Rachel’s. It sent a surge of response through Rachel that she met by working herself against Dana when Dana lost the ability to coordinate. Following instinct and her own desires, Rachel cupped Dana’s firm buttocks as the woman’s body elongated and stiffened. She was rewarded by a deepening of Dana’s throaty screams.
They rocked together against the mat. She clasped her legs over Dana’s upper thighs, holding her. Dana’s body continued to move with frenetic energy against Rachel’s. However, as if Dana knew how close Rachel was herself to that pinnacle, she came down upon Rachel, breast to breast. She found her mouth to kiss Rachel deep, tongue sweeping in to play as she curled her fingers in Rachel’s thick hair.
That was how Dana finished, her body flush against Rachel’s, and pressing her face into her shoulder, drawing deep breaths. Now Rachel was the one quivering, little sparks shooting through her nerve endings, up and down the area where Dana rested, and especially where their sexes were still pressed against one another. The effect was electric. Rachel’s hips twitched, wanting to keep moving, rubbing, but she made herself hold still. Rubbed her palms up and down Dana’s back, her shoulder blades and waist, back down over her buttocks. Dana shivered at the caresses and turned her face to trail her lips along Rachel’s cheek.
As they took a breath, holding onto one another, Rachel became vaguely aware that more cards were being exchanged, swapped out. And then they had their next hand winner.