Free Tasting Pleasure by Marie Haynes Page B

Maverick brushed a hand over her head and eased himself into the tub.
    Megan walked over to the wet bar and filled a glass with whiskey. After delivering it to Maverick, she removed her heels and sat on the tub behind him, allowing her stocking-covered legs to soak in the water. Gently she began kneading his shoulders. Alicia, not sure of her place, simply knelt before the tub and observed the other woman’s movements, trying to gage the expression on Maverick’s face. She noticed that Megan kept at least one hand on his shoulders, neck or head at all times. Her movements were strong and steady but also slow and sensuous. Within a few moments, Maverick leaned his head back to rest in her lap.
    Feeling that three would crowd the bath too much, Alicia chose to prepare for Maverick’s exodus from the water. She stood and placed two bottles of sandalwood scented oil on the end tables flanking the bed. Next, she placed a large towel on the polished floor so Megan could dry herself. She also gathered a large, fluffy towel in her arms and stood awaiting further instruction. A few minutes later, Maverick opened his eyes and smiled at her. Alicia blushed with pleasure and returned the smile.
    When Maverick stood, Alicia went to work drying him. She gently rubbed the towel over his muscular body, beginning with his shoulders and chest, working her way down his torso, his back. She bit back a sigh of pleasure, staring in abject appreciation of the man’s body. He was not exactly ’ripped‘, but he certainly was in shape. She lingered slightly over his well toned buttocks, caressing as well as drying the taut skin. She knelt, allowing the towel to absorb the moisture on his thighs, his calves. When she got to his feet, inspiration struck. He had once said that he wanted her to take the initiative once she learned what pleased him. She laid the towel beside her, ignored the pricking of the tight corset against her ribs, and bent over his feet, licking off the remaining droplets of water. When she finished, she remained in a kneeling position and placed her forehead on the floor before him, pleased with her performance.
    Maverick must have also been pleased, for he reached down and raised her chin so she was able to look at him.
    “Good girl,” he said. “Stand.”
    Alicia did so, remaining silent. She glanced at Megan who had availed herself of the towel and now stood with head bowed, again wearing her heels. She must have sensed Alicia’s gaze because she raised her head and glared at Alicia from the corner of her eyes. Alicia frowned. Why should Megan glare at her? What had she done? They were both companions, both there to serve Mr. Devonshire. Unfortunately, this digression of thought caused Alicia to miss Maverick’s movement towards the bed.
    “Alicia,” he said sharply.
    She jumped and blushed in embarrassment. Again, she caught Megan’s smirk at this reprimand and wondered at it.
    Maverick lay face down on the bed as the two girls took positions on either side of him. They each reached for a bottle of oil, poured a small amount in their hands and began to work the scented oil into Maverick’s warmed skin. Beginning with his neck and shoulders, they worked their way down his body, ending with his feet. At this point, he flipped over onto his back and they began the journey upwards. This time, however, Megan grasped his penis in her mouth and began to slowly suck as Alicia massaged his muscles. Alicia was impressed by Megan’s ability to suck on him, knowing first hand that the diameter of his manhood often caused her jaws to ache. A few minutes later, Megan raised herself from Maverick’s staff, gasping for air. Alicia, not wanting Maverick to be deprived of his pleasure, swooped in. She closed her eyes as she tasted Megan’s lip gloss and Maverick’s flesh. Within seconds, she felt a shift on the bed as Megan took over the massage. She squirmed joyfully when she felt Maverick’s hand on her head, playing with