Rev Me Twice

by Adele Dubois

  As her fingers worked, he kissed her mouth again while he pulled and pinched her swollen nipples. Her free hand reached for his long, wide cock and began to stroke in smooth, even motions. He tensed and nipped her bottom lip as she increased the pressure and tempo on his beautifully shaped phallus. Tomas was a vision, a perfectly formed male and the only man who had ever touched her heart—though she had never told him so.

  As soon as a man knew your feelings for him, you lost control of the relationship. Crystal felt like she was falling over a precipice and she had to regain her footing.

  Yet Crystal sensed she was running out of reasons to keep Tomas at arm’s length. He’d stayed with her through her troubles and had been not only a lover, but a friend. She’d relied on him more than she’d ever relied on anyone and the world hadn’t come to an end. Despite growing closer as a couple, he’d even shown up for their weekly ménage with her personal trainer without balking. He knew how much she enjoyed their regular trysts.

  Who could complain about such an unselfish boyfriend?

  The man between her legs added a finger to stroke her vulva and the tight opening of her pussy. Using quick, staccato jabs, he nudged the tip of her clit with the point of his tongue, sending shockwaves through her that made her writhe as she held back a moan. Giancarlo was a master of oral pleasure.

  Swirls, thrusts and parries of tongues and lips carried Crystal higher as the seconds ticked by. Warm breath against her mouth and rhythmic, hot breath against her pussy forced a moan that grew in volume and intensity as her abdomen rippled and her chest heaved, pushing the sound from her throat.

  Her orgasm reached a crescendo and loomed, but she held it back, as the tongue that laved her clit dragged to her entrance and thrust inside her pussy to stroke her smooth, satiny inner walls. The mouth on hers deepened its kiss. She entered a weightless space like suspended animation or zero gravity, where her body seemed to float, while the localized pleasures broadened and swelled until every cell in her body came alive.

  Seconds before her climax brought her to bliss, she broke the kiss and the contact on Tomas’ cock, and then touched the head of the man who lay between her legs in a signal for him to stop.

  “Now,” she said.

  Tomas sat back on his heels, though his fingers continued their play along the lines of her body. The man licking her pussy ceased and rose up on his knees. Crystal studied his handsome Roman face and the dark hair that covered his chest before forming a line to the darker thatch surrounding his thick, erect cock. The deep rose pink of his cock’s wide, smooth head tempted her to suck, but she was too close to climax for an unselfish delay. His purpose was to bring her pleasure. Crystal pushed up from her reclining position to sit between the men on the bed.

  Tomas attempted to pull her to him, but she placed her hands flat against his chest. “No.” She inclined her head in the opposite direction. “Him.” She ignored the flash of anger and dismay in his midnight eyes as she directed Tomas behind her. On all fours, she crawled toward Giancarlo and signaled for him to lie on his back. He complied, after unrolling a condom over his cock.

  She straddled and mounted him before her urge to climax dissolved. Holding his cock by the root, she plunged down, taking him in hard and then shifting her weight until she found the spot she most wanted to stimulate. Though his cock was of average length, his wide girth would make orgasm easy to reach. Crystal clutched his hips and began to thrust and rock.

  Tomas came up behind her to stroke the smooth skin of her back, massage the halves of her ass and finger her slick anus while she rode toward climax. Scents and sensations filled her consciousness. Fingertips glided over her skin. The pungent smells of sex, sweat and arousal filled her nostrils. The sounds of bodies clashing and groaning with frenzied pleasure lifted her higher.

  The cold, wet sensation of lubricant warmed the rim of her anus. A smooth dildo replaced the finger that vibrated against the tight entrance. The round, soft tip pressed in counterforce to the sphincter muscles, opened her and whirred against the silken skin inside.

  Crystal quickened her pace and threw her head back as the man beneath her massaged her breasts and rolled the tips of her nipples between his fingers. Her orgasm flashed over her like fast-igniting rocket fuel that left her dry-mouthed and breathless. She threw herself forward and pounded down a final time, letting the riptides pull her under as she pressed her pelvis against her trainer’s. Inside her orgasmic haze she was dimly aware that he had climaxed too. The dildo disappeared.

  When her heart stopped racing, her muscles relaxed and her breathing leveled off, she lifted her head. With a pull of her hips, she slid away, while Giancarlo discreetly disposed of the condom before returning to the center of the bed. Tomas came up behind her and pressed his erection to the base of her spine. “Get on your knees and lift your ass,” he said, probing her pussy from the rear with his sheathed cock.

  Crystal kneeled between Giancarlo’s legs and gripped his thighs as he held her by the waist for leverage while she complied. Cool air wafted over her wet center, sending tiny shivers along her skin. Tomas entered her from behind in three hard thrusts, bringing instant heat, while the other man sucked her breasts in turn. His mouth worked one nipple, pulling and kneading, until the invisible cord to her clitoris caused it to reawaken, stiffen and swell.

  Tomas fucked her fast and hard at first, and then slowed, as his hand reached between her legs to rub her erect clit. She pressed tighter against Giancarlo to gain more leverage, while she pushed her hips back, feeling Tomas’ entire length fill her to her womb as his fingers worked their magic.

  As she rose again toward orgasm, her breathing came in short, shallow pants that formed a compatible rhythm with Tomas’ breaths behind her. Juices gushed from her opening and onto his fingers, which glided with increasing speed and ease over her swollen bud.

  Her quick, intense climax brought starbursts of color behind her closed eyelids. She licked her dry mouth and gasped for air as her muscles contracted. The man at her breasts nuzzled and licked their fullness while her body heaved and shuddered. Perspiration dotted her temples and dampened the hair at the base of her neck.

  Shouts and a series of short, deliberate thrusts let her know that Tomas had come too.

  * * * * *

  Giancarlo stepped from the shower and toweled off his thick, muscular, weight-trained body. Tufts of his dark, wavy hair stood around his head like a royal crown. A military tattoo spanned the width of his wide, muscled back. Crystal touched his triceps and ran her hand down the length of his corded arm as she came up behind him from the oversized shower stall. Her fingers curled around his wrist as she whispered in his ear, “Same time, next Wednesday?”

  The man turned and kissed the apple of her cheek, sending a light tingle through her. “I’d never miss a session with my favorite client.” Giancarlo had been Crystal’s personal trainer since she’d worked at the Tongue and Cheek, and was one of the health-certified thirds she used in her frequent ménages. He gave her cheek another peck as he strode to the bedroom to change.

  Tomas wrapped Crystal in a plush towel and dried the crown of her hair with the corner of one end as he pulled her close to his wet, naked form. Though Crystal was wrapped in cloth, he could feel the mound between her legs press against his contented cock. Her full, lovely breasts pushed against his chest. Her skin smelled of clean, sweet vanilla and her hair of fresh sliced strawberries. He wanted to savor her, devour her and make her his own. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and gripped the back of her head.

  “Just to be clear, I’m tired of threesomes, Crystal. And I didn’t appreciate that stunt you pulled earlier.” He pressed his mouth to her exposed shoulder and nipped the tendon between her neck and shoulder blade hard enough to bruise. He spoke against the curve at the base of her neck and noted with satisfaction that she shivered. “You know the rule. No first penetration with another man. I’m your partner. He’s the third. That means I get first dibs, not sloppy sec
onds.”

  She chuckled low in her throat in a sound of dismissal, prompting his urge to squeeze her skull by its retouched roots. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy watching, because I won’t believe you,” she shot back. “Your cock was like granite. I bet you enjoyed watching Lisa in the Jacuzzi too.”

  He knew she was testing his limits again. Trying to see how far she could push him before he’d give up on her and take off. Crystal’s tests of loyalty and patience had become exhausting. She had attention deficit when it came to their relationship.

  He’d never begged for pussy in his life and wasn’t about to start. He called her bluff. “Do that again and we’re finished. Understand?”

  He nipped her a second time. Goosebumps formed over her flesh and her nipples hardened beneath the towel as he bit his way up her neck to her ear. Her physical responses to his threats brought a different kind of pleasure than their sex had done.

  “You didn’t mind fucking me after Kiesha sucked you off at my place. Doesn’t that count as sloppy seconds?”

  He almost laughed. So much had happened since then, yet she was gunning for a fight over a sex party he hadn’t wanted. Christ. “Double standard, Crystal. You were pretty busy that night yourself.”

  “I didn’t have sex with a man. And I refused Lisa’s invitation into the Jacuzzi. I thought that would make a difference to you. Since it didn’t, I kept our standing appointment with Giancarlo.”

  Tomas pulled his next verbal punch, stunned by her admission. She’d never seemed to care about his reactions before. The possibility made him smile big enough to show teeth. He couldn’t resist the loaded question most on his mind. “Were you…jealous?” Naw. Not possible.

  When she didn’t reply, he stared at her. Maybe his suspicions that Crystal had become more possessive were right on target. The threatening letters, ransacking and the police visit might have rattled her more than she’d let on. Could it be she needed him?

  Tomas rubbed the tip of his nose against hers. Maybe she’d grow tired of these games. “Stop putting me off. Say you love me and get it over with. It’s time to take our relationship to a higher level.”

  She leaned her head back to meet his eyes. “What makes you think I love you?”

  He held her by the upper arms to keep her steady and pressed her against the wall. “You bring men to bed with us to prevent intimacy. To keep us emotionally distant. I thought things had changed between us.”

  “You go to strip bars as entertainment to watch naked women. That’s how we met, remember? I practically put myself through college on your tips.” She relaxed against him and licked the shell of his ear before whispering, “I bet they spread their legs and proposition you on a regular basis, just like I did.”

  Most men would kill for a woman who craved group sex. They didn’t have a clue that the more routine and disconnected the sex became, the better intimacy looked. Who knew when he started out with Crystal that the thrill of having endless snatch would create the need for exclusivity?

  She tilted her hips and ground her slit against his thigh. Damn. Crystal had him hard as stone and ready to go again. She was a living, breathing sex goddess.

  She let out a lusty chuckle. “Bring some of those women to bed with us if it’ll renew your interest in group sex.” Crystal shook him off and took a side step away. “Ask a natural redhead. They have the prettiest pussies.”

  “I never touch those women—you know that. You were the exception. You’ve been the exception since we met.”

  She dragged a fingernail over his chest and caught the circle of his nipple ring with the tip. She pulled and twisted in three quick revolutions, just enough to send jolts through him, but not enough to cause real pain. Shivers shot through the base of his sac and ran up the length of his cock as it twitched and grew harder.

  She gave the nipple ring another tweak. “But you want to. Admit it. Tell me who you want to fuck.” Crystal leaned into him again and blew inside his ear. “I want to watch. Or, at the very least, hear all about it.” She licked the plump flesh of his earlobe. Her top and bottom teeth trapped his diamond stud and pulled that too. He lowered his head and relaxed his neck to give her leeway. He pinched one cheek of her ass, hard, until she released his earring from the grip of her strong, white teeth.

  He met his lover’s fathomless, ocean-colored eyes and wished he knew what the hell she was thinking. Doing psychological battle with her had become taxing. His voice hardened with annoyance. “Changing the rules again, Crystal? You’ve slept with more women than I have. Sometimes I think you’ll fuck anyone.”

  “You were doing fine until that last remark.” The slap that crossed his face came quick and hard as it stung his cheek. He touched the place where she’d hit him and smiled through the pain.

  “I’d slap you back, sweetheart, but you’d enjoy it too much.”

  She raised her other hand to strike him, but he clutched her wrist and held it steady. “Don’t.” The towel around her body fell to the floor. Their eyes locked and their nostrils flared as their chins lifted in a mutual challenge. It was hard to tell who breathed harder as they gulped air in the humid room. “Love doesn’t make you weak, Crystal. It doesn’t diminish your power or make you a less desirable woman.”

  “Don’t lecture me, Tomas.” She yanked her arm free. “Love is a convenient illusion.”

  “Yeah, but it can make you happy.”

  “I do exactly what I want, when I want. What could be better than that kind of freedom?”

  “Stability. Connection.”

  She turned her face from his. “You only want what you can’t have.”

  Fuck. She didn’t have a jealous bone in her body, which was how she managed to keep him on the string and drive him nuts trying to win her over.

  He ran his hands along the swell of her hips and cupped her waist with the span of his fingers. The skin beneath was soft, sleek and warm. He slid his hands along the muscles of her back, massaged and then brought them around to her breasts to cradle them inside his palms. His thumbs traced the areola and played over the hard tips. “Our sex has been great, but I want more. To be a couple. Not a ménage, a quad or part of a fucking stadium-sized mob.”

  When she tittered and relaxed in his grasp, he brought his mouth to the swell of her breasts and began to kiss them in turn. “I’m not an accessory, Crystal.” One hand dropped to her pussy and slid a finger, then two, inside. She was slick and wet. Ready. “Anyone can have sex. Love, that’s something else.” He began a slow thrust and she lifted her hips to increase the friction. The base of his fingers where they met his palm found the underside of her clit as the tips of his fingers stroked her tight passage, playing over her trigger spot.

  He pressed his mouth to her breastbone. “Sex is sport to you.” She was breathing harder now, as his fingers continued their play. “I’ll find whatever it is that will make you admit you care. But make no mistake; I won’t take part in your games anymore. I quit. And I won’t ask you again for your love. That’s a promise.” He circled the hard nub with this thumb until she shivered beneath his touch.

  As she leaned her weight against him for more, he pulled his hand away. When she made noises of protest, he turned her around and moved her four steps backward like he was leading a dance. Tomas pressed her hips against the long edge of the vanity. He reached into the mirrored medicine cabinet behind her and rifled for a condom in the stacks he knew she kept there. Tomas held the packet between his teeth and opened it with one hand while he continued to pleasure Crystal’s clit with the other.

  She closed her eyes and sighed as he pressed the wide pad of his thumb more firmly over her nub and thrust deeper inside her pussy, rubbing until she dug her long, manicured nails into the curves of his shoulders, scoring his skin. Her mouth opened in a silent O and her head lolled as he quickened the pace.

  When he sensed she neared climax, he lifted her onto the edge of the sink, draped one of her legs over his forearm and entered her with
a single, powerful thrust. Crystal wrapped her free leg tight around his hip and dug her heel into the hollow of his ass, pushing him deeper inside her, riding him close.

  Tomas wrapped a hand in her wet hair and cupped the back of her head as he fucked her harder. The vanity counter trembled beneath the weight of his thrusts and Crystal released a series of quick, guttural sounds. When she pressed her lips to his chest and sucked his gold nipple ring into her mouth, he knew her climax had begun.

  He slid his opposite hand to the back of her neck and grunted as his semen rose and released in a seemingly endless stream. Crystal tensed against him, bit his nipple and then pressed her lips against the dark circle of skin while she moaned. Her pussy tightened over his cock until her spasms subsided and her climax was done. In the silence, she raised her head to lay a kiss against his shoulder and then rested her cheek over the spot.

  “I know you love me,” he said into her hair, his voice husky and gravelly with post-coital contentment. “Admit it, or I’ll break down your resistance and bring you to your knees. So help me, woman, I will.”

  * * * * *

  When Tomas didn’t call her the next day, failed to return her calls and didn’t show up for her performance that night, Crystal worried that Tomas was serious about breaking up with her. She had tested him beyond his limits by disregarding their bedroom rules. She had broken a trust. Even open sexual relationships had boundaries.

  Tomas had been right. She’d given him sloppy seconds. To prove what point? Tomas was a man of honor and pride. He might love her, but she had pushed him too far. The thought sent prickles of foreboding along her body. If she panicked over one day without him, how would she feel in a week? A month?

  She couldn’t cope.

  Didn’t she believe she deserved happiness? That once-in-a-lifetime love was within her grasp? Why did she derail a relationship with the only man she’d ever wanted?

  If she looked past her pride and her warped view of relationships, she could admit she’d punished Tomas for her jealousy. She had resented his experience with Kiesha and the admiration she’d seen in his eyes for Lisa. But wasn’t he acting on her wishes? Why punish him for behavior she encouraged?