Threesome: A Trio of Sinfully Decadent Erotic Stories
Containing: Triple Stud (contemporary menage a trois), Conquered (paranormal menage a trois) and Enslaved by Sin (contemporary BDSM)
Tawny Taylor
Copyright ©2011 Tawny Taylor
Smashwords Edition
SAMPLE
Hayden
tipped his head and leaned in, slanting his mouth over hers. His kiss
was soft, teasing, a fleeting caress followed by a tickling brush.
Even though it wasn’t a hard possession, it took her breath away
and made her head spin.
She thrust her arms out and grabbed
Sergio’s and Troy’s knees to steady herself. Her blood was
warming with each touch of Hayden’s mouth to hers. Heat pulsed
through her body in waves. And erotic images of herself, lying on the
bed nude, Hayden, Troy, and Sergio surrounding her, played through
her head.
This was going to happen. Oh God.
A buzz of
energy charged from her center out to the tips of her fingers and
soles of her feet. She hooked her fingers, digging the tips into the
rock hard thickness of Sergio’s and Troy’s thighs. A pleasant,
tingly warmth was gathering between her legs, and, needing to rub the
intensifying heat away, she rocked her hips forward and pressed her
legs together.
The hem of her dress slid up her thighs,
higher, higher. Male hands explored her neck, shoulders, arms.
Tickling touches everywhere made her skin pull into puckered
gooseflesh, and she slowly let her head fall back, eyes closed,
surrendering to the pleasure blossoming through her body.
Soft
kisses trailed down the side of her face, along her jaw, down her
neck. A tongue dipped into her ear, and her shoulder tightened. A
giggle slipped up her throat.
Her mind was blank, except for
the word, Ohmygod, echoing over and over in her head. Sensation
drowned out thought, washing over her in increasingly intense
waves.
Troy covered her hand with his, gently forcing it up
his sculpted thigh, over to the right until it settled over the
prominent bulge pressing at his fly. Instantly, a bolt of heat
charged through her, exploding like fireworks between her
legs.
Fingers crept up the inside of her thighs and she inched her
knees apart. Every throbbing cell in her body ached for those teasing
touches to move up, to find her swollen tissues, to dip into her
slick heat.
Yes, oh yes.
“What are you looking for,
sweet little Jecelyn?” Sergio whispered in her ear, his tone gritty
with lust and yet playful and taunting at the same time. “Are you
looking for something slow and soft? Gentle and tender? Or are you
looking for a fuck? Three men who will possess you, ride you hard,
and make you come over and over, even if you don’t want to?”
Triple Stud
Tawny Taylor
Copyright ©2011 Tawny Taylor
This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience.
Jan
Thompson has finally scored an invitation to a very special Game
Night at the home of notorious bachelor Hayden Ross. She’s swapped
her buttoned-up secretarial style for fetish wear, and her plain-Jane
name for a saucy new identity, and is ready for a night of hot
bone-melting sex with not one, not two, but three men.
Tonight’s
game is Triple Stud.
But sweet, shy little Jan has no idea
what kind of game she’s in for. These guys play
dirty...
WARNING:18+ ONLY This short EROTIC novella contains
erotic situations, graphic language, gang bang, oral sex, double
penetration, anal sex, and the foursome of one girl's secret
fantasies.
Chapter 1
Despite everything Jan Thompson had read, she’d come to the conclusion that there was no such thing as comfortable latex fetish wear. But it made her look fierce, and on a night like tonight, she was willing to pay the price for beauty.
It was Game Night.
More importantly, tonight, she was going to play, instead of watching by the sidelines.
Jan smoothed her hands down her latex-covered thighs, relishing the sensation of her palms gliding over the steel gray material. Sin.
This was one special dress, purchased specifically for this special night. Atsuko Kudo. Couture. Finely crafted, and so chic that even she couldn’t feel like a plain-Jane wearing it.
After one final makeup check in the mirror, Jan, the invisible-secretary-turned-fetish-princess slipped her feet into the fierce black six-inch spike-healed pumps she’d bought last week and practiced her walk across her living room floor.
She was nervous as hell, but ready. Plucked, groomed, shaved.
Tonight she would be playing Triple Stud, a game that was nothing like the card game. At Bastet’s Game Night, Triple Stud was played by a whole different set of rules.
Her hands trembled, heart raced, as anticipation charged through her body the entire drive to the party. Tonight’s gathering was being held on a very large and private estate in a western suburb of Detroit. The property was owned by one of the area’s most notorious bachelors.
Notoriously good looking.
Notoriously wicked.
Notoriously rich.
And notoriously insatiable.
Jan had never dreamed she’d score an invitation to a party at Hayden Ross’ place. Even as the long, winding drive took her deeper into the heavily-wooded lot, she had to keep reminding herself that this was real. That she was about to meet people she’d only read about in the papers or watched on tv. Among the party’s attendees would be local film, music, and television celebrities, as well as powerful men holding government positions and running large companies.
She pulled up to the front of a gorgeous house, poised and stately and surrounded by lush gardens on both sides. Charged up with nervous energy, she put her car into park, dropped her hands into her lap, and took a couple of slow, deep breaths. Hands clutched, she watched the valet dash around the front of her vehicle and open the door.
Out of the car, up the front steps, and to the door she went. She tried to hide her shaking hands by clamping them tightly around her tiny clutch, but she lost the battle the minute she stopped in front of the massive man posted at the front door. The hand-written card that served as her invitation slipped between her fingers and floated on the soft evening breeze, landing silently on the brick porch.
The doorman bent over, snatched up her invitation and checked it against the list he kept in a leather binder. After receiving a curt nod, she headed inside.
If the exterior of the house had been impressive, the interior was beyond words. Never had she been in such a grand home, full of gleaming stone and glittering crystal. To her left arched a wide, sweeping staircase, and directly in front of her was a formal dining room with the most interesting mirrored ceiling. Cut in concentric rings, broken up by spoke-like beveled lines, the ceiling lent the room a classy glitter. The soft light of the candlelight flickering on the table danced on its surface, gold and red.
Just being in this place made her feel special, like she was stepping onto a stage and taking on a character, a role. No longer was she Jan Thompson, thirty-something secretary and all around nice girl. She was...Jecelyn, the latex goddess.
Oh, God. Someday she’d laugh at herself for this. She just knew it.
A man dressed in a pair of snug black leather pants and black cashmere sweater walked by, flashing a stunning smile.
Then again, maybe she wouldn’t laugh at herself.
She sent him a smile right back, and to her surprise, he halted mid-stride, turned a one-eighty, and headed straight toward her.
Oh God, he was amazing.
Hoping she didn’t look as dazed as she felt, she stared for a few seconds, letting herself just take him in. Broad shoulders. Narrow waist and hips. A face that looked both powerfully angelic and erotically wicked at the same time. And shaggy dark hair that skimmed his collar and flopped flirtatiously over one eyebrow.
That was...ohmygod...the one and only Hayden Ross.
Oh wow, she couldn’t believe she was standing here, in Hayden Ross’ house. Inside, she was hopping up and down like a rabbit that had overdosed on caffeine-laced carrots. Outside, she was no doubt grinning like a dork.
His eyes glittering, Hayden offered a hand. “You’re new. I’ve never seen you at one of Bastet’s gatherings before.”
“Yes, that’s right. This is my first time.”
“Welcome.” While his dark eyes delved deeply into hers, his fingers slid around her hand, his thumb brushing over the back. “I’m Hayden Ross. It’s very good to meet you.”
“I know. I mean, I’ve seen pictures of you in the papers.” She fought a quiver. Who would have ever thought a handshake could be so sensual. “I’m Jan--I mean Jecelyn. It’s good to meet you, too.”
One corner of his mouth quirked up, a pair of scrumptious lips curling into a lopsided grin. “Jecelyn. That’s a very unique name. Memorable.”
Exactly why she’d chosen it. “Thank you.” Her gaze dropped to their joined hands. His skin was deeply tanned compared to hers, his fingers long and tapered, his nails neatly trimmed. They were strong hands. Strong but gentle. A wave of sensual heat radiated through her body as she imagined what he might do with them.
Slowly his fingers unfurled, one at a time, until her hand was free of his grip. She let it fall to her side. Slightly self-conscious, she slid her palm over her latex-covered thigh.
“What game are you here to play tonight, Jecelyn?” he asked, stepping closer and tipping his head to the side.
“Triple Stud,” she managed to mutter.
“Very good.” His expression didn’t give away his thoughts. He merely nodded and motioned toward the hallway leading deeper into the house. His hand parked itself at the small of her back, and a ripple of heat drifted up her spine. “There’s a room for each game. Can I show you the way?”
“Absolutely. Thank you.” Concentrating on every step, every sway of her hip, she slowly walked past the staircase and down the corridor, doing her best to stay in character. Her footsteps sounded on the polished stone floor, a soft tap, tap, tap that didn’t come close to echoing the erratic hammering of her heartbeat in her chest.
Several closed doors lined both sides of the corridor. At the end, she found a lush living room. Perched on couches and chairs were men and women, chattering in soft voices. None of them were wearing latex.
The instant she entered the room, all eyes turned to her. Her stomach dropped to her toes, and she leaned back, wanting to turn around and make a hasty getaway. Hayden’s hand, pressing at the small of her back, kept her frozen in place.
Well, she supposed she could look at the bright side. She wasn’t invisible now. Pasting on a smile, she moved deeper into the room, steered by the gentle pressure on her back. A pair of attractive men glanced at her host behind her then stood as she came closer.
“Jeceyln, these are two very good friends of mine, Sergio and Troy.” Sergio stepped around her side, standing next to Hayden. “Serge, Troy, this is Jecelyn. She’s new.”
“It’s good to meet you,” Sergio said, taking her hand.
Oooh, gush. Sergio spoke with an accent. Italian, maybe?
“Thank you.” Nervous, and feeling like the kid who was wearing ragged hand-me-downs on the first day of school, she reclaimed her hand after giving his a single shake. She reached for Troy’s next.
“It’s not quite what you were expecting,” Troy stated, shaking her hand, his eyes taking a quick tour of her body.
“I am absolutely mortified,” she admitted, figuring she might as well admit it. When Troy released her hand, she wove her fingers together, palms flattened against each other to keep from crossing her arms over her chest. Everyone knew what message that position sent.
“Don’t be.” Troy took a second visual tour of her body, this time a much slower one. “I admire Kudo’s designs. Very much. You have excellent taste.”
She could just kiss this guy for saying that. She had to believe he was telling the truth, at least about admiring the designer’s work. After all, she wasn’t wearing a label plastered on my chest. Nor did the dress have any kind of telltale marking or insignia on it. If the man could recognize a Kudo, then he knew a Kudo.
“No one else is wearing fetish wear,” she pointed out.
“Not in this room, but in some of the others your dress would be conservative,” Sergio said with that scrumptious accent of his. He inclined his head toward the corner of the room. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Yes. Thank you. I’ll take a diet cola.”
“I believe it’s Coke,” he said.
“Whatever you have. Doesn’t matter.” God, she could come just from listening to that man’s voice.
“Very good. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Still contemplating a quick getaway, despite Sergio’s scrumptious accent, and Troy’s broad shoulders, and Hayden’s picture-perfect face, Jan gave the room another quick scan before turning her gaze back to Hayden.
“Nervous, still?” Hayden motioned toward a grouping of four comfy-looking chairs circling a round coffee table.
“A little.” Catching the hint, she headed for the closest one. At least sitting she’d feel a little less conspicuous. That was a good thing. The only problem--she had to get there first. As she walked, she felt people watching. A shiver crept up her spine.
Maybe it wasn’t such a good thing being so conspicuous. In the short time since she’d arrived at this place, she’d learned there was an odd sort of comfort to be found in social invisibility, blending into the background.
Once settled into the chair, she slid one leg over the other and breathed a small sigh of relief.
“Better?” Troy asked, smiling as he sat in the chair next to hers.
“Yes. At least now I don’t feel like I’m on stage. Not such a good feeling. I guess I’m not much of an exhibitionist.”
Hayden rested his elbows on his chair’s armrests and steepled his fingers under his chin. “That’s unfortunate.”
“I see you three have made yourself comfortable,” Sergio said, approaching them with hands full of drinks. He set them all on the table first then lifted hers, extending an arm. “Diet cola for the beautiful lady.”
She swallowed a chuckle. Beautiful. He’d called her beautiful. She wondered what he’d think if he saw her on an average day, her hair rolled into a tidy twist, the curves he admired now hidden beneath a demur blue suit, a pair of wire-framed glasses perched on her nose. “Thank you.” Still nervous, but not shaking anymore, she watched the three men chatter about stock prices and the escalating price of gas and sipped her drink.
They asked her questions, nothing too personal, and she answered, slowly relaxing as time crept on. As minutes turned to hours, she found herself growing more and more comfortable, until laughter came easy, and she was even able to lob a few flirtatious looks toward her charming hosts without becoming breathless and embarrassed.
She slowly came to accept that she wasn’t going to play any naughty games tonight, that Sergio, Troy, and Hayden weren’t interested in playing with her after all. They were simply trying to help her feel more comfortable. And that all the other potential members of what could have been her foursome were probably pared up with other women by now, ones who weren’t so shy and awkward.
But that was okay. She was enjoying herself just doing this--just sitting here, talking, laughing, flirting, with the most amazing men she’d ever met.
Soon the room was empty. Everyone else had left, and out of the blue she felt guilty for monopolizing Hayden, Sergio and Troy. How many other women had come tonight, hoping to steal some time with them? She’d bet at least a dozen.
Swiveling in her seat, she looked over her shoulder. “We’re alone. I’m sorry if--”
“Yes, we are.” Hayden stood, and, bending at the waist, offered her a hand. “Ready to play some Triple Stud, Jecelyn?”
Once again, Jan’s heart slid down to her toes and her stomach twisted into a knot. Such perceptive, devious men. They’d known exactly what they were doing, talking to her all this time, putting her at ease and helping her relax.
“I...uh...” Her hand resting in his, she stared into his eyes. Had this been Hayden’s plan all along, from the moment he’d seen her in the foyer? If so, she supposed it was a huge compliment.
Oh my God, she was about to have a foursome with three amazing, rich, gorgeous men. If she had the guts to go through with it. At the moment, that was a big if.
“It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind,” Hayden said, sliding his hand under hers until her palm rested on top of his. Such a soft, innocent touch. And yet, at the same time it was also sensual enough to send a shiver up her spine.
She’d poured so many hours into planning for this night, from finding a way to get an invitation--a monumental task--to working up the courage to get into her car and drive here. And everything in between.
No, she wouldn’t crumple into a quivering heap if she didn’t go through with this. She wouldn’t spend the rest of her life so deeply regretting not living out her secret fantasy that she’d be forever scarred. It wasn’t as though her life depended upon her having a foursome with three men she didn’t know. Three glorious, perfect, beautiful men.
But she’d hoped, dreamed, and planned for this day for years.
And sadly, no one understood why.
Stars glittered in her peripheral vision, threatening to thicken and shut off her sight as she gazed first at one man and then the other. She’d just spent the past couple of hours with these men, talking, laughing, flirting. They had treated her like she was the only woman in the room, made her feel so special. Yet, they had hardly touched her.
How would they make her feel as they stroked her shoulders, caressed her thighs, pressed their hips between her legs and teased her with their cocks?
This was the chance to find out a lot of things. If casual sex in this kind of setting was truly something she’d enjoy, or if the notion of it, the fantasy, was better than the reality. What it felt like to be the center of attention in the bedroom for once. And just maybe why she’d been fantasizing about being taken by three men at once for as long as she could remember.
She was over thirty years old now. Still, there were some things about herself she didn’t understand.
She wanted those answers. Needed them.
Firming up her wavering resolve, she nodded. These three men had gone out of their way to make her comfortable. Surely they’d have as much respect for her in the bedroom as they did out of it.
“I haven’t changed my mind. Let’s go.” She pushed to her feet and walked down the hall, flanked by the three men who would soon be her lovers.
Chapter 2
Hayden Ross’ bedroom was like none she’d ever seen. More a suite than a room, it was bigger than her entire apartment. There was a sitting area with a couch and a couple of chairs. Through a set of double doors was the sleeping area, furnished with a pair of dressers and the bed. The latter was big enough to comfortably accommodate at least four people, maybe five. A tapered post stood at each corner, their pointed tops soaring toward a cathedral ceiling painted to look like a nighttime sky. The bed was dressed in deep jewel tones, midnight blue, deep burgundy, and shimmering gold.
Hayden led her to the couch, positioned in front of a gorgeous stone fireplace. A small fire flickered and snapped, soft yellow flames dancing on an imperceptible breeze. He waited until she sat before dropping on one knee before her. “No matter what’s happening, it’s never too late to stop. Do you understand?”
She nodded. “Sure.”
Sergio leaned his rear end against the arm of the couch.
Troy sat on the other side of her. “A drink? It might help you relax a little.”
She shook her head. “I think I’d rather be completely sober when I do this.” Twitchy, and not sure what to do with her hands, she started playing with the hem of her dress.
How exactly would this work? Would they just strip off their clothes? Or strip her? Would it be mechanical? Empty? Were they waiting for her to make the first move?
Oh, God.
Hayden lifted his hands to her face, cupping the sides of her head gently. His thumb brushed across her lower lip, and out of reflex, she licked it. His eyes glittered with sensual hunger. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”
Did he really mean that?
She searched his eyes, looking deep, expecting to catch some shadow of deception, but all she saw was desire. Her face warmed. Her heart thumped against her breastbone. She couldn’t help smiling. “Thank you.”
His hands slid down her face, following the contour of her jaw, the slender column of her neck. They rested heavy on her collarbones.
Troy didn’t touch her with his hands, just let his thick thigh lean against hers. It was oddly intimate. Distracting. She slanted her eyes to the right.
“Have you ever had multiple lovers before?” Sergio asked her, lifting an arm and draping it over the back of the cushions.
Her gaze slid back to Hayden, who was now kneeling on both knees, his chest inches from hers.
“Nope. I’ve wanted...been thinking about...”
Troy looked pleased as he nodded. “We’re your first. I thought so, but I didn’t want to assume anything.”
“No assumptions there.”
“Have you ever been intimate with a man you didn’t know?” Sergio asked, his hand sliding down to cup the swell of her shoulder.
Out of pure reflex, she glanced at his hand before looking him in the eye. “No.” The men gave each other a look. She resisted the urge to squirm in her seat.
Hayden gathered both her hands in his. “Why did you come here, Jecelyn?”
“To play Triple Stud?”
He shook his head.
Oh no, he wasn’t going to back out on her. No way. She was not going to be the only woman in history to go to Game Night and leave alone.
She sucked in a huge lungful and locked her eyes on his. “No one’s making me do anything I don’t want to do. I’m here because I want to be. Because I need to be. I’m just nervous, and I don’t know what to expect. It’s...awkward.”
At least a dozen seconds dragged by, each excruciating one counted with a thump of her heartbeat.
Hayden tipped his head and leaned in, slanting his mouth over hers. His kiss was soft, teasing, a fleeting caress followed by a tickling brush. Even though it wasn’t a hard possession, it took her breath away and made her head spin.
She thrust her arms out and grabbed Sergio’s and Troy’s knees to steady herself. Her blood was warming with each touch of Hayden’s mouth to hers. Heat pulsed through her body in waves. And erotic images of herself, lying on the bed nude, Hayden, Troy, and Sergio surrounding her, played through her head.
This was going to happen. Oh God.
A buzz of energy charged from her center out to the tips of her fingers and soles of her feet. She hooked her fingers, digging the tips into the rock hard thickness of Sergio’s and Troy’s thighs. A pleasant, tingly warmth was gathering between her legs, and, needing to rub the intensifying heat away, she rocked her hips forward and pressed her legs together.
The hem of her dress slid up her thighs, higher, higher. Male hands explored her neck, shoulders, arms. Tickling touches everywhere made her skin pull into puckered gooseflesh, and she slowly let her head fall back, eyes closed, surrendering to the pleasure blossoming through her body.
Soft kisses trailed down the side of her face, along her jaw, down her neck. A tongue dipped into her ear, and her shoulder tightened. A giggle slipped up her throat.
Her mind was blank, except for the word, Ohmygod, echoing over and over in her head. Sensation drowned out thought, washing over her in increasingly intense waves.
Troy covered her hand with his, gently forcing it up his sculpted thigh, over to the right until it settled over the prominent bulge pressing at his fly. Instantly, a bolt of heat charged through her, exploding like fireworks between her legs.
Fingers crept up the inside of her thighs and she inched her knees apart. Every throbbing cell in her body ached for those teasing touches to move up, to find her swollen tissues, to dip into her slick heat.
Yes, oh yes.
“What are you looking for, sweet little Jecelyn?” Sergio whispered in her ear, his tone gritty with lust and yet playful and taunting at the same time. “Are you looking for something slow and soft? Gentle and tender? Or are you looking for a fuck? Three men who will possess you, ride you hard, and make you come over and over, even if you don’t want to?”
Ohhh, both sounded wonderful. Could she have both? Maybe one time soft and tender and the next hard and wild? “Soft this time. Hard the next,” she said as she fought to draw in a deep breath.
“Mmmmmm. Next? I like the way you think.” Hayden cupped his hands around the insides of her knees and pulled them apart, wider, until the lace crotch of her g-string was cooled by a current of air wafting over it. He traced the edges of the cotton panel protecting her most sensitive parts, the soft touches igniting mini-blazes everywhere in her body. Her stomach, chest, throat, head, deep within her womb.
“Mmmmm,” she echoed, her lips pulling into a smile of contentment. Already, she could tell that having not one but three men focused solely on her pleasure was going to blow her mind.
While Hayden continued to tease her by tracing swirling lines along the insides of her thighs, Troy and Sergio tormented her nipples through the fabric of her dress. She’d worn no bra. The snug latex was unforgiving when it came to underclothes. So it was almost as through they were touching her skin-to-skin.
Her nipples stiffened, little blades of pleasure zapping from their sensitive peaks and coursing through her body with every flick of their fingers. She rubbed Hayden’s hard rod through his pants, anticipation making the heat pounding through her limbs that much hotter. Soon, very soon, she would hold that thick erection, would maybe taste it, feel it stretching her pussy as it worked its way into her tight canal.
Ohhhh, this was agony. No, ecstasy. Both. Yes, both.
She was hot, so unbearably hot. Her muscles were tugging into trembling knots. Her senses were growing increasingly acute. Sounds louder and definitely more sensual. Touches more powerful. Scents filling her nose, invoking erotic images of three men, naked, their eyes glowing with fierce hunger.
She moaned softly and arched her back, eager to press her burning cunt into Hayden’s hand.
Her body craved a quick release, but she knew it wasn’t coming. The crotch of her g-string was sodden, soaked through with her juices, and yet Hayden hadn’t torn it away or slipped his fingertip beneath it to trace the seam of her nether lips.
She was empty. Achingly empty. Her inner walls tightened and relaxed in time to the pounding of her heartbeat.
Troy traced soft circles over her pebbled nipple. “How long has it been since you’ve felt a man’s touch?” he whispered.
“Too long,” she confessed, arching her back even more. “Touch me. I’m so hot.”
“We’ll do anything you want. All you have to do is tell us.” Sergio pinched her other nipple, and a spear of pleasure-pain shot through her system.
“Yes, more. Please. Like that.” She hooked her fingers under the hem of her dress and yanked, dragging the clingy material up over her stomach. But they stopped her before she’d pulled it completely off.
Cruel bastards!
Hayden dragged a fingertip down the center of her satin-covered labia. She almost cried it felt so good. “You said you wanted it slow, tender this time.”
She thrust her hips forward and lifted her bottom off the couch, hoping he’d get the message. “I changed my mind.” If someone didn’t take her g-string off right now, she’d do it herself. Couldn’t they see she was dying?
Three sets of hands left her body, and she whimpered into the heavy silence. Her thighs were too shaky to hold her weight, especially in the odd position she was holding, her head thrown back, shoulders supported on the couch, lower body lifted, feet planted wide apart on the floor. She let her bottom fall back to the couch and blinked open her eyes.
All three men were sporting flushed faces and some seriously hungry eyes.
She smiled. So, the torture hadn’t been all one-sided.
“Please, take off my clothes,” she whispered. “I want you to touch me all over.”
Hayden nodded and gently tugged her g-string down over her hips. As she shifted positions to allow him to pull it completely off, she raised her arms so Troy and Sergio could lift her dress over her head.
Little currents of air chilled her skin. It felt so good. Dragging in a deep breath, she smiled. “Thank you.” Then she motioned to the guys. “I want to see you too.”
Hayden stood, stepped forward, and leaned over her so his legs straddled her knees and his chest was like a thick wall of muscle in front of her. Hands shaking, she caught the bottom of his sweater and pulled it up, exposing the world’s yummiest abs, a chest that made her sigh, and, finally, picture-perfect arms and shoulders. The tangy scent of his cologne filled her nostrils, beckoning her forward, until his smooth skin was close enough to taste.
She pressed a small kiss to his tanned washboard stomach, traced the lines cutting the plane into sections with her fingertip. Then she glanced down, at his belt and the very visible bulge beneath it.
Slowly, as if unintentionally, he swayed his hips to the left then back to the right. His hands, which had been braced against the couch, caging her head, slipped down to her shoulders just as Troy’s and Sergio’s hands pulled at her knees, tugging them apart again.
A tremor worked through her body.
“You have an exquisite body,” Hayden said, cupping her chin and forcing her to meet his dark gaze. “Thank you for sharing it with us.”
She didn’t know what to say. Her tongue felt like it was tied in a knot anyway, so she just smiled, unfastened his belt and tugged his zipper down. As his pants parted, they revealed a vee of man. Thick, hard cock. He hadn’t been wearing underwear.
After stealing a glance at his face, she slipped her hand into the opening and eased his erection out. He was bigger than any man she’d been with. Her fingers couldn’t completely circle his girth, and he was long too. She used two hands to caress him, sliding them up the shaft, over the head, then down to the base.
While she caressed his cock, Sergio and Troy pulled her knees wider apart, exposing her most tender parts to Hayden’s eyes and touch.
Hayden bent down to kiss her. His tongue traced the seam of her mouth, and she parted her lips to take it inside. It was a sweet invasion, a slow and sensual dance.
When would they take her? How much longer would this tormenting continue?
She groaned into their joined mouths and tightened her grip on his rod, hoping the added friction would pull him toward that desperate place where she was.
And when it didn’t, she tore her mouth from his, and bent forward to skim the tip of her tongue over the top of his ruddy cock.
His head fell back. His stomach muscles rippled as they clenched then released. He circled the base of his penis with his fingers and pushed his hips forward.
She smiled. If she’d learned one thing about sex it was that taking a man in her mouth was one surefire way to gain control in the bedroom. Most men lost it when she sucked them. The hard part was getting to that point. Not to mention, a small part of her craved another kind of lover, the kind of man--or men--who called the shots. Swept her off her feet. And made her beg.
Ohhhh. She hoped they would give her another chance after this. She wanted to see what it would be like for them to fuck her hard and fast.
She opened her mouth and took Hayden’s cock as deeply as she could. Using her hands with her mouth, she simulated sex. Her tongue cushioned the underside of his cock and her fingers teased his balls, tracing the seam of his testicles and inching farther back to stroke the sensitive spot between his balls and anus. Hayden moved onto the couch, straddling her hips on his knees, giving her much better access to his thick rod.
She felt powerful and sexy and strong for several moments, until Sergio parted her swollen labia and pierced her with two fingers. Instantly, her control snapped, her concentration evaporated and she was once again lost in a world of liquid heat and erotic fire.
His fingers pumped in and out of her, stretching her, filling her. Adding to the torment, he parted her labia with his other hand, and, maneuvering into position between her legs, flicked his tongue over her clit.
Sucking Hayden’s cock into her throat, she felt her juices gush from her pussy, felt Sergio’s fingers gliding in and out, knuckles scraping against that spot in her that made her see stars.