Free The Pleasure Collection, Swingers Series Boxed Set: #1 House of Pleasure, #2 The Pleasure Party and #3 Possession of Pleasure by Nicola Six Page B

Greg was gorgeous in well-fitting dark jeans and a gray, button down shirt with a few buttons undone at the top, showing a hint of his chest. His shirt matched the mask, which didn't hide his melting eyes or thick brown hair.
          Nicola put her hands on his shoulders. "You're going to be very popular tonight," she murmured into his ear. She heard him draw in a quick breath but stepped away before he could kiss her or throw her down on the bed. There was time for all of that later.
               
          The taxi arrived at nine o'clock. They agreed not to drive, as cocktails were definitely on the evening's menu, and neither of them wanted to worry about anything. It was a night to let go and feel free to do as they pleased. As they settled into the back of the cab and Greg leaned forward to give the driver directions, Nicola felt her heartbeat quickening. Was it really going to be a night of "anything goes"? Or would something go wrong? She felt sexy and mysterious in her mask. Greg sat back and grinned at her. "Let the games begin!" he said. Then he leaned to whisper in her ear "Damn, I'm getting horny already."
          Nicola felt her own shiver of sexual current running through her, especially as she slid her hand over Greg's pants and felt him grown hard against it. She unzipped him and reached inside, fondling his dick just to hear him try to stifle a groan. She smiled as his head fell back against the seat and he took his jacket and threw it over his lap to cover up her hand, which was working faster now. "Oh god, Nic, you get me so hard," Greg groaned, audibly this time. He carefully moved away so that she had to extract her hand and then he pulled her close to him.
          "Come sit on my lap," he whispered. Her eyes flicked to the driver in the front seat, but Greg pulled her onto his lap anyway, draping his coat over both of them. "Shhh, he's not watching us." She felt herself swelling with desire and anticipation of what he was about to do. She felt him hike up her dress and push her panties aside, lifting her slightly as he did so. Then she felt the tip of his cock pushing into her and she slid down his hard shaft and nearly moaned out loud at the exquisite torture of it. Every nerve ending was alive and feeling the pleasure of him push her down over him. She squirmed slightly and he held her still for a moment, kissing her neck and reaching to press his thumb against her clit as he moved ever so slightly, torturously inside of her. "Yeah, yeah baby," he whispered with hot breath into her ear, as his thumb pressed and circled her most sensitive area.
          The  bumps and swerves of the cab sent jolts of pleasure through her and brought quiet gasps from Greg as they both began to lose control and Nicola felt him grasping her hips to lift her up and down faster and harder. She bent over to bury her face in his jacket, hoping to muffle a cry as she came, which sent Greg into spasms inside of her.
          Greg lay back, catching his breath and Nicola slid off of his lap and pulled her skirt down under his jacket. She was dripping wet and still shuddering as he zipped up his pants and smiled down at her. "Now that's how you get an evening going."
          Nicola jerked her head toward the cabbie. "Do you think he knew what we were doing?" she whispered.
          The cab was pulling into the parking lot of the club, past the security guards. Greg laughed out loud. "I think if he knows what kind of place this is, it doesn't matter. Our reputations with this particular cab driver are shot!"
               
          Once inside, Nicola darted off to the bathroom to clean herself up, reapply her lipstick and fix her hair. Greg said he would meet her at the bar. The ladies room was gorgeous and modern, floor to ceiling black tile and lit mirrors. As Nicola was fixing her mask in the mirror two women darted in, giggling and gabbing as they went into their separate