He stabbed his fingers into her hair and pulled her head closer. “Do it,” he said, a deep command that was impossible to resist.

She opened wide and sucked hard, inch by delicious inch, until he reached the back of her throat.

“Mmm.”

“Yeah, suck me, Dana.”

The bed jostled. A second set of hands slid up her calves, her thighs, and cupped her ass. Lance.

Jared withdrew a fraction and pushed in deeper, setting up a rhythm she could easily follow. She kept a firm grip at the base of his cock, flexing, pumping, driving him crazy, while she suckled his glans and teased him to distraction.

But gentle fingers between her legs began to distract her, too. Lance ran a couple up and down her labia, flicking and rubbing her clit, and then he licked her, which sent a jolt through her that made her yelp around Jared’s cock.

They didn’t stop. If anything, the sounds she made spurred them on. Jared’s thrusts became more demanding. Lance latched onto her clit and pressed a finger, perhaps two, into her pussy.

The sensations were incredible. Not one man’s touch, but two. Not one cock, but two.

She’d had to let go of Jared’s cock to brace herself on all fours when Lance kneeled up behind her, pumping his fingers in and out in rapid succession. A split second before she reached her peak, he pulled out, vanished.

She whined in protest, although that was squelched by Jared’s persistent cock, and he now fully controlled the depth and pace with which he fucked her mouth.

A quick rip of paper sounded as Lance donned a condom, from where she didn’t know and didn’t care. The only thing that mattered at that moment was he was back.

He plowed into her.

Her cry vibrated around Jared who moaned, cursed, and bucked harder. “That’s it, Dana,” he said, his breathing as unsteady as hers. “Take it. Swallow me, baby.”

She splayed her hand on his thigh, her mouth agape, ready for his assault. He didn’t disappoint.

“Fuck! You feel so good.” Lance rode her hard, his thrusts deep and vigorous. Again he collided with her, shoving her forward to meet Jared’s volley.

“I can’t… I’m gonna… Ahh, yeaahh.” Spurt after spurt of cum burst into her mouth, which she swallowed greedily. Jared’s excitement ignited a firestorm inside her. The orgasmic flames crashed over her in waves until her whole body trembled.

Lance rocked into her several more times, driving her higher than she ever thought possible. And then he did something that shot her to a whole other level. He slipped a moistened finger into her ass.

The double penetration sent her smashing into a new climax that left her spent.

As soon as Jared pulled out of her mouth, moving backwards off the bed, she toppled forward with Lance following behind, his condom-clad cock still buried…pulsing inside her pussy.

He took most of his weight on his elbows while he struggled to regain his breath.

“Oh. My. God,” she said on a huff of air. Her heart was still racing, and tingly currents of post-coital bliss zipped through her extremities. “That was…amazing.”

“You can say that again.” Lance pulled out, rolled off her to the sound of crinkling paper money.

Happy, she balled the bills beneath her hand into a fist, rolled over, and sent the cash flying into the air to rain down upon the two of them. Laughing, she lay sprawled at an angle across the king-sized bed.

The bed dipped when Jared returned to stretch out along her side. Lethargically, she opened one eye to see him, his head propped in one hand, looking down at her with a sly smile. “How do you feel?”

“Great. You?”

He grinned. “Energized.” He reached out to cradle one of her breasts in his palm, gently fondle it with his hand, and softly circle her erect nipple with a fingertip.

She returned his smile with a sated one of her own then reached up and brushed her fingers along his chiseled jaw. Lance raised up on her other side and laid a warm palm across her tummy. She glanced from one man to the other and murmured, “My gentlemen pirates.”

“At your service, my lady,” Jared teased.

She chuckled, cupped the back of his head and, with a whispered, “I like the sound of that,” pulled him down for a long ardent kiss.

While she kissed Jared, Lance snaked his fingers down between her legs and vowed, “All night long.”

In swim trunks and no shirt, Jared propped his bare feet up on the rail as he sat on his friend’s yacht anchored within sight of his boat. Just before dawn, he’d docked in the last slot at the end of the harbor’s outmost pier. Now, several hours later, he kept his binoculars raised to observe the goings on. A taxi had just pulled to a stop when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

He turned to see James offer him a cold beer, his ruby ring once more on the man’s right ring finger.

“Thanks,” Jared said, taking a swig and enjoying the cold refreshment along with the warmth of a beautiful sunny day.

“She make an appearance?” James asked.

“Not yet, but a cab just arrived.”

“You boys wore her out. It’s past noon.” James chuckled, and Jared grinned. He had enjoyed the pleasures of Dana’s body well into the night, and he discovered he was fond of her quick wit and brazen playfulness as much as he was her soft curves and sweet kisses.

“We had some help getting her warmed up,” Lance admitted when he stepped up to take a seat beside Jared. The plate in his hand, which was piled high with food, made it obvious where he’d been.

“It was my pleasure, I assure you.” A widower with no interest in remarrying, James had just joined TPC after learning of its existence from Jared. Last night was his first time participating in a Pleasure Night. He was a talented entrepreneur who’d made a fortune first as a gourmet chef, and later as the owner of several premier restaurants along the coast. He took a drink from his own bottle and looked out across the water toward the harbor. “She’s a lovely woman.”

“Yeah,” Jared agreed. A remarkable woman. “I wonder if Dana’s her real name.”

Lance dropped a brotherly pat on his shoulder. “No telling, my friend.” He met Jared’s gaze for a shared moment and then dug into his meal. The message was clear. It was one thing for Pleasure Masters to know each other if they worked in tandem within the club, but Pleasure Masters did not seek contact with regular TPC members outside of club.

Jared sighed and raised the binoculars once more. They both knew many club members used pseudonyms during their Pleasure Nights. There was no telling who did or who didn’t, so anonymity was ensured. For many, fake identities added to the fantasy of becoming someone else, living another life, if only for one brief moment in time.

Not for Jared. He preferred the woman he was with, whoever that might be, to cry out his real name whenever he took her.

Dana moved into view, and he stopped breathing. She was even prettier in the sunlight. “She’s up,” he told the others.

“Did she find the bandanas?” Lance wanted to know.

“They’re in her hand.” He smiled, watching her pause to glance around, her other hand held across her brow to shield her eyes.

Was she looking for them? For him?

He wanted to think so as he watched her carefully disembark.

When Dana awoke, she lay tucked in the bed on the pirates’ boat, but the men were nowhere to be found. Neither was the money. Sunlight streamed into the room via a few round portals. Through them she could see parts of the dock she’d left from the night before with James. Yawning, she sat up and saw her dress draped across the foot of the bed. Her shoes lay on the floor nearby, and on the nightstand next to her clutch-when had they retrieved that?-were two bandanas folded in a neat pile. On top sat a small business card with the words The Pleasure Club on it.