Rev Me Twice

by Adele Dubois

  All of his resentments of moments ago vanished as Tomas got lost in the heady sensations of sex play. Though he’d regarded Gunther as a rival, he realized the other man was merely one of Crystal’s playmates and not a threat to him. In fact, Tomas should consider himself lucky. How many men enjoyed the unlimited sexual freedom he had as Crystal’s partner? His Navy buddies would kill for a chance to be with a woman who enjoyed her lifestyle.

  As long as she wasn’t a Navy wife.

  Tomas had spent his childhood living up to his parents’ expectations of self-discipline. He’d learned that loyalty to family, country and culture were the most important tenets of manhood. He’d internalized those lessons to the breaking point of self-denial. That’s what made him such a great officer. In the end, he knew those lessons of restraint would win him back to the fold and he’d have to marry well and settle down. When that time came, he hoped Crystal would go with him.

  When he met Crystal, she’d shattered every ounce of his resolve to control his baser urges. The pastimes he enjoyed—a little gambling, some drinking and watching strippers to blow off steam—seemed like child’s play compared to her hobbies. She had corrupted his soul and he was a willing partner. He loved it all.

  Yet he knew the clock was ticking toward his return to convention. A straight life. He had his eye up the ladder of success and wanted promotions. Backyard barbeques in suburbia with Navy buddies and their wives. A swing set for the kids. A big, stupid dog with floppy ears. Some people made fun of those things, but Tomas wanted nothing more. Except to fit Crystal into the picture.

  Soon, he’d offer Crystal a choice.

  Tomas worked the hand between Crystal’s legs until his fingers crawled under the hemline of her shorts and slid over her panties. Heat flared and dampness touched his skin. She was wet and ready for anything. Would do anything.

  As the music reached a crescendo before the next song started, the doorbell rang, sending an irritating jolt through him. Shit. His erection throbbed to the point of pain and he was just about to lead Crystal to the bedroom for a private fuck.

  Crystal lifted her head from his shoulder and pulled away, turning to give him an apologetic smile while she headed to the front door. Tomas watched her look through the peephole and then open the door to someone. Tomas strolled back to the wet bar beside the kitchen to pour himself another vodka.

  A stunning Amer-Asian woman with waist-length black hair entered the living room. Yvette, Crystal’s landlady. She wore a body-hugging red silk vest and a black skirt so short it barely covered her crotch. Black high heels graced her dainty feet. Tomas watched while Gunther and the girls turned their attention to Yvette. Crystal introduced her. Tomas waved across the room and Yvette waved back. “I heard the music. I hope you don’t mind me dropping by,” she called out to him, wide-eyed.

  Tomas shook his head. He wasn’t fooled by her feigned innocence. Yvette had been circling like a puss craving catnip since the day Crystal moved in. Judging by the length of her skirt, she’d finally seized her moment. He’d make book she wasn’t wearing underwear.

  After a round of small talk, the girls with Gunther ambled away and went to the couch, where they sipped champagne. Gunther eyed Yvette like a dog with a new toy. Tomas chuckled and sipped his vodka. He should never have seen Gunther as a threat to his relationship with Crystal. That man would never settle for one woman and Crystal would never tolerate a man who didn’t put her first.

  Gunther brought Yvette a glass of champagne, refilled his glass and then pulled her to him with his free hand as he moved to the music. She giggled and tried to hold her drink steady while she joined the dance. She shot Crystal a questioning look and Crystal raised her brow and nodded, as if to say, “He’s a free agent. Go for it.” Gunther stared down at Yvette, riveted.

  Tomas glanced at the two women on the couch, but they chatted together and laughed, seemingly oblivious to Gunther and his new attraction. Tomas put down his glass and turned down the lights. He made his way back to Crystal to pick up where they’d left off. Their close contact had heated his blood.

  The music’s hypnotic rhythms, combined with the heady effects of the alcohol, brought everyone to the center of the impromptu dance floor. Time vanished as the keyboard, drums and guitars spun their songs and held them fast to one another. Two became four as Tomas and Crystal rotated hips behind Gunther and Yvette. The girls watched with dreamy, half-closed eyes, inches away.

  Brigit and Kiesha turned around, breast-to-breast, undulating like ribbons in a breeze to the Spanish tunes. Perspiration gathered at Brigit’s temple and she lifted her glass of champagne to cool the spot. When she caught Tomas watching her, she shot him a brilliant smile and then rolled the rim of her glass across the tip of her tongue.

  Kiesha laughed and threw her head back. When she raised her head, she made deep eye contact with Tomas, sending prickles up the back of his neck. She opened her mouth and licked her lips while she steadied her gaze on his face. A pink, pointed tongue dragged coral lip gloss across her mouth. One hand reached between her legs to fondle her pussy while she danced. Tomas’ erection throbbed at the sight and he pressed harder against Crystal’s ass. Crystal pressed back, making him clench his jaw not to come as a wave hit him.

  Yvette leaned forward to turn up the music. The sound swelled. The beautiful Amer-Asian woman pulled Gunther free from the chain of dancers and wrapped her arms around his waist, brushing her breasts against his solar plexus. While Gunther watched, she let go and took two steps back. With dexterity only Crystal could surpass, Yvette unfastened the buttons on her vest, one-by-one. The red fabric drifted open, revealing firm, apple-shaped breasts and tight, brown nipples.

  Tomas moved away from Crystal’s delectable ass before he lost control. He took her hands in his to dance Spanish style. While he twirled Crystal around the floor, he smiled at her and she smiled back, before he pulled her close enough to kiss her.

  Their lips touched, shooting fire through Tomas’ veins. Tongues merged and tasted. The sharp sting of vodka combined with their heat to create an explosive erotic cocktail. Tomas’ hands roamed Crystal’s body while their breathing came in short, hard bursts.

  When the kisses ended, Tomas picked Crystal up, with her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck, and carried her to the couch. He lowered her to the cushions, where she opened her legs to welcome him against her.

  Tomas pressed his mouth to the warm column of her neck and nipped a trail of bites to her shoulder. He pulled the straps of her top and bra down to lick and suck her skin. His hands reached inside her pullover and traveled to her back to unhook her bra.

  Crystal leaned forward a little to accommodate the movements. With a short snap, the bra came free. Tomas lifted the bra away from Crystal’s breasts and massaged their fullness while he rubbed his erection against her pelvis through his jeans and over her thin shorts. Holy Mother of God, he wanted to fuck this woman.

  Tomas wasn’t much of an exhibitionist, but he was too far gone to care about the others in the room. His head swam with lust, his heart pounded until he could hardly breathe and his cock throbbed nearly to bursting. There was no longer space inside his pants to accommodate his girth. He raised himself up from Crystal’s spread-eagle posture to open his snap and unzip his fly.

  As he did so, someone tapped the back of his shoulder. A soft voice said, “Let me help you with that,” behind his ear. Puffs of warm breath filtered over his earlobe and down his neck while the woman breathed against him. Able hands reached around to open the front of his jeans and release his cock. When his erection burst free from its confines, the woman’s hand stroked its length and squeezed. Tomas groaned and swore in Spanish. He looked down and watched the small, dark hand slide along his shaft.

  Through a haze of pleasure, he watched Crystal watch him. A small smile played over her lips while she slid off her shorts and panties and tossed them behind the couch. Slowly, so slowly she almost killed him with anticipation
, she opened her trim, pink pussy to him and let him watch her play with her clit while Kiesha stroked his cock.

  He didn’t want to come too soon, so he grabbed Kiesha’s wrist to stop her from jerking him off. The young woman giggled, moved to his side and pulled his free hand to her breast. A hard, cinched nipple pressed against his palm beneath her thin yellow top. Firm, plump flesh sent pleasant sensations through him. Kiesha released his hand and then pulled her tank top up over her head, exposing herself to him from the waist up. His cock jumped.

  Her satiny skin was as rich and creamy as fresh cappuccino. Tomas watched while she pulled and rubbed her nipples and then caressed her full breasts. One hand drifted down her slim torso to the waistband of her skirt and disappeared inside. She fluttered her eyelids and moaned softly while her hands brought her pleasure.

  Tomas turned to Crystal to give her a what do you make of this look, but Crystal had become preoccupied. Brigit had kneeled on the floor between Crystal’s legs, sundress hitched around her waist, and was tonguing Crystal’s clit in quick, desperate strokes. Brigit’s flawless bare ass and long blonde hair swayed with her movements.

  Tomas watched, riveted, while Brigit slid the length of her tongue into Crystal’s channel and tongue-fucked her fast and hard. Crystal sucked in a breath and lifted her hips higher to allow Brigit greater access. Her tongue and mouth worked Crystal’s pussy with a skill any man would envy. Tomas’ arousal surged. He turned back to Kiesha and watched, entranced, while she brought herself to orgasm with her eyes fixed on Crystal’s wet, open folds.

  When she was done, Kiesha pulled her fingers from her pussy and signaled Tomas to the couch next to Crystal. When he reached the sofa, she pushed him down on the cushions and kneeled between his legs next to Brigit. While Brigit licked Crystal’s clit, Kiesha took Tomas’ length in her mouth and slowly began to suck.

  Tomas reached out and took Crystal’s hand, squeezing her fingers while the women pleasured them. Crystal turned her face to his and offered a dreamy, pre-orgasmic smile. Her eyes flashed and darkened as her climax neared. Tomas could tell from the way she bit her lips and tensed her muscles she was fighting to hold orgasm at bay.

  Dios, so was he. Kiesha was working his cock like a hungry cub and he was ready to fill her mouth with hot come. He pressed deeper inside her throat and grunted. The woman met his thrusts with equal pressure and continued her relentless suckling. When she rubbed his balls between her cradled hands, he hissed and hoisted his hips.

  Crystal watched Kiesha suck Tomas’ cock with a combination of awe and resentment. She had wanted to do that, but the younger woman had moved in. Besides, Brigit had surprised her by eating her pussy. There was nothing Crystal loved better than having her pussy licked and sucked. Her orgasms from oral sex were always the strongest, so why complain? Brigit was doing a stellar job.

  Crystal licked her lips and squeezed Tomas’ hand while she let herself come for the first time against Brigit’s mouth. The spasms continued on and on while waves washed over her body. Her eyes lost focus and the inside of her mouth turned dry as her limbs shuddered and shook.

  When the tremors abated, she thought Brigit would stop, but the other woman continued to tongue-fuck and lick her until she was ready to climax again. Crystal could come all night, peak after peak, until she was too exhausted to move.

  Crystal’s gaze drifted over Tomas and the woman sucking his long, thick cock. That twinge of resentment returned and she analyzed her reaction like a child inspecting a strange bug. This…feeling wasn’t familiar. All she knew was that she wanted to pull Kiesha’s hair to stop her from pleasuring Tomas. Ridiculous, of course. She couldn’t very well stop Tomas from having sex with Kiesha when she was doing the same thing with Brigit. Still, that nagging annoyance persisted.

  Crystal lifted her gaze from Tomas and Kiesha to watch Brigit’s pretty mouth and pointed tongue slide over her satiny cunt and swollen clit. Brigit worked her own pussy with a rapidly moving hand, sighing and hitching as she moved closer to climax, while she swirled her tongue over Crystal’s erect nub.

  Brigit’s mouth paused only an instant over Crystal’s vulva as her spasms struck. The blonde stroked herself harder, lurched and then shuddered. Tiny gasps punctuated the air around her. Afterward, she lowered her face again to Crystal’s wet opening and thrust her tongue inside.

  Across the room, Gunther and Yvette were fucking doggie style over the arm of a padded chair. They were both naked. Crystal watched, fascinated, at the sight of Gunther’s soaking wet, nine-inch cock thrusting and sliding from Yvette’s open pussy. Her little breasts shook above the chair arm with his fierce plunges and pulls. One of his large, slim hands worked her clitoris while his hips flew.

  Yvette cried out, arched her back and lifted her chin high while she came. Crystal knew firsthand how hard Gunther liked to fuck and she related to Yvette’s orgasm. She knew her friend would be well satisfied.

  The sight of Gunther’s glistening cock piqued Crystal’s arousal and she surged toward another orgasm while she watched him pump. This must be what she looked like with Gunther when he battered her from behind.

  Gunther jerked forward, his face flushed while he slammed into Yvette again. The agony of his expression told Crystal he was ejaculating into the condom he wore.

  She turned back to Tomas and leaned over to kiss him. His eyes had glazed over and his jaw had gone slack, but he squeezed Crystal’s hand reassuringly and met her halfway to touch her lips with his. The moment they kissed, another climax hit Crystal. Brigit didn’t falter, but sucked Crystal’s clit and let her ride it out. Crystal broke Tomas’ kiss and shouted with sublime pleasure.

  Tomas joined Crystal in her joyous cries as his climax took him away. Kiesha licked his length and massaged his balls until the pressure surpassed his ability to contain it. Semen rushed up his shaft and spewed over the head of his cock into Kiesha’s mouth. She swallowed and licked and continued to suck until every droplet had been spent. When his orgasm was through, Kiesha sat back and wiped her mouth with the palm of her hand. She smiled an impish smile at Tomas with glittering dark eyes.

  Brigit and Kiesha stood wordlessly, finished undressing each other and moved to the center of the living room floor. They kissed and fondled one another while the music continued to play. Gunther and Yvette watched the women with keen interest. The pair moved, naked, in a circle around the women like hungry predators. Gunther slid his hands down the length of Brigit’s back, massaged her buttocks and slipped a finger into her pussy from behind. Yvette reached out to caress Kiesha’s breasts.

  Tomas didn’t have to guess what would happen next.

  He wanted to thank Kiesha for the blowjob, but that would sound lame, and Crystal would probably get mad at his unnecessary expression of gratitude. Though Crystal pretended to be unaffected by his orgasms with other women, Tomas suspected group sex was beginning to wear Crystal down. Tomas grinned. He had two reasons to be satisfied tonight.

  He pulled up his pants and helped Crystal to her feet. She grabbed her clothes off the floor. Then he took her free hand and led her to her bedroom for reason number three.

  * * * * *

  When Crystal and Tomas returned to the living room, the others were also dressed and sitting around, drinking and chatting like they’d attended a book club meeting instead of an orgy.

  Gunther stood when they made their reappearance. “Thanks for the hospitality.” He grinned at Crystal and then shot a wolfish look at Yvette. Crystal understood from the glance that Gunther and Yvette would be spending a lot more time together. “I was concerned you’d be too upset for company. Thought the champagne might help.”

  Bells rang inside Crystal’s head. Uneasiness crept over her. “Why would I be upset?” She worried, suddenly, that she’d misread Gunther. Could she really be that clueless?

  Gunther returned a chagrined smirk. “Guess I shouldn’t have let that slip.”

  Tomas strode across the room and grabbed Gunther by the front
of his cream silk shirt. Yvette and the other girls shrieked in protest. “You’d better start talking, fancy boy.”

  “What the fuck, Tomas?” Gunther’s face screwed up with anger and flushed a deep crimson. He flailed his arms ineffectively against Tomas’ grip.

  Tomas tightened his hold. “Answer me. Why would Crystal be upset? What do you know about that?”

  Gunther attempted to restore his dignity by raising his chin and setting his jaw. “Take your hands off me and I’ll tell you. Christ, it’s hardly a secret.”

  Tomas let him go. Gunther smoothed the front of his shirt, but it was hopelessly wrinkled. “Shit and goddamn. Look what you’ve done to my best shirt.”

  “I’m gonna match it to your face if you don’t start talking.”

  Gunther looked from Tomas to Crystal. “What’s going on? I thought we were friends.”

  “Are we?” Crystal replied. “I vouched for you when you showed up tonight.”

  “Why would you need to vouch for me? You know me.”

  “Then tell us what you meant about Crystal having a reason to be upset.” Tomas clenched his fists and Crystal understood the clock was ticking. He’d either cold-cock Gunther for real or call his cop buddies. Or both.

  Gunther shrugged and spoke to Crystal. “Sandra told me she overheard the two of you talking inside your dressing room. Said you were being threatened. Last week another assistant told her she’d seen a short stack of letters in your vanity drawer while searching for lipstick. The letters scared her. Sandra has been waiting for you to take action, but you’ve done nothing. She’s been worried.”

  “Which nosy bitch read my mail?”

  “Aw, c’mon, Crystal, don’t be like that. Our group is like family. Haven’t you figured that out yet?”

  Crystal had no idea how families functioned, so she dismissed the notion. “I guess that makes us kissing cousins. Or incestuous siblings.” She’d never had sex with Sandra, but assumed Gunther had given her juicy details of their former encounters. Discretion wasn’t one of Gunther’s strong points.