Free Unbridled and Unbroken by Elle Saint James

exchanged a look. “Watched ménage sex on stage? Not too many times. Our men’s club hasn’t been in existence that long.”
    The elevator doors opened and Adam led them to the first room on the right side. He merely waved the card in front of the small flat box next to the door handle and a green light came on. A beep sounded quietly as the lock on the door clicked opened.
    “Neat trick,” Johnny said.
    “The latest in hotel room key technology. You know how Clay is. He likes the newest gadgets and toys.”
    “Who’s Clay?” Veronica asked. “Was he the man who opened the door?”
    “Yep. He’s the security guy for our men’s club.”
    Adam opened the door and ushered her inside the darkened space. “Lights,” Adam called out. And suddenly the room lit up with the warm glow of lamp lights in several places. Johnny shouldn’t have been surprised by the command-operated lighting system. It was another example of exactly the type of high tech gadgetry Clayton Forrester would insist needed to be installed for the week.
    The room was dominated by a black iron four-poster bed with a printed silk canopy. The color scheme of the rest of the room was done in mostly blue. Rich, gleaming wood paneling comprised all the walls. Johnny felt like he’d stepped into some turn-of-the-century English lord’s bedroom.
    Johnny whistled his appreciation. “Wow. Nice room.”
    He noticed the discreet holes in various places in the walls. They were disguised as knots in the wood grain. He wasn’t sure if Adam had agreed to let anyone watch them along with acceptance of this space. While the idea intrigued him to no end, he wasn’t sure Veronica would be happy to find out the same information. Perhaps later they could introduce her to the seductive voyeuristic possibilities.
    “There’s champagne chilling in the cooler. Want some?” Adam asked Veronica.
    She shook her head and walked toward the large bed. Along the footboard was a padded bench seat in the same color as the canopy. Veronica seated herself and looked over one shoulder at the men.
    “What happens first?”
    “If we’re going to bypass the drinking,” Adam said as he moved toward her, “then we all need to take our clothes off.”
    Johnny said calmly, “Then by all means, let’s all get undressed.”

    * * * *

    Veronica seated herself on the tapestry-covered bench at the foot of the massive bed and tried to relax. She took off one of her shoes and then the other very slowly. Her heart beat so fast it was about to exit her chest and race away. Her dress was stretchy and it didn’t take too much effort to push the sleeves from her shoulders or shove the remainder of the dress off her body to the floor.
    Adam, in only his boxers, picked up her dress off the floor and placed it gently on a chair in the corner.
    The stage show had been very arousing and she was currently so turned on she didn’t quite know if she’d be able to get her panties off without screaming in climax.
    Johnny moved closer. Without giving her impulsive actions much thought, Veronica grabbed him by the front of his jeans and pulled him close. She had him unbuckled, unzipped and was sucking his cock before he had time to say the words, “Suck my cock.”
    He probably wouldn’t have said that, but his groan of surprise and the way he grabbed the back of her head said he appreciated her impulsive gesture. She grasped the base of his cock one-handed and sucked him as deeply into her mouth as he would go.
    Johnny’s growl of appreciation reverberated through his body.
    “She’s really good at that, isn’t she?” Adam asked. Veronica couldn’t see him, but knew he’d moved closer by the sound of his voice.
    “Amazing,” Johnny whispered reverently.
    Veronica found a comfortable rhythm sucking his cock. She then reached her free hand to grab Johnny’s fine ass. The sculpted muscles of his cheek contracted against her palm.
    “I’m about to come,” Johnny murmured. His hips