by Jan Springer
Her senses whirled at that thought. Dare she hope that Santana wanted to explore some sort of relationship outside of KF?
It had worked with her sister. She was now married to the guy.
Or maybe she was just being immature again?
Her physical reaction to Santana was anything but adolescent. And her emotional feelings for a man she hardly knew weren’t either. Of that she was sure. She’d never reacted this way to any other man.
He gave her another kiss, cutting off her thoughts. By the time she responded, he was already off the bed, removed his condom and headed out of the bedroom. His gorgeous dark cock struck straight out from his body.
“Don’t be too long, Sexy. Wouldn’t want you to miss anything.”
With a wink, he left her wondering what he meant by that remark.
She bit her bottom lip in both excitement and nervousness. If anyone had asked her several days ago if she’d be having a hot fantasy with not only one man but two men, she would have laughed and said that’s what it was…a fantasy.
Now after typing her most intimate desires onto that questionnaire, she was actually having her fantasy coming true and she’d never had such mixed emotions.
* * * * *
“Hey, Sawyer,” Santana greeted the lanky, naked blond-haired man of about thirty-five years.
“Hey yourself, bro,” Sawyer replied with a crooked grin that gave Santana the feeling Sawyer was looking a little bit too smug about something. Had he watched Amy and him making love? They did that sometimes. Watched each other in order to get aroused.
Sawyer lounged comfortably on the living room sofa nibbling on the remainder of the cheese dish while he stroked his already engorged cock. Yep, he’d definitely been watching them.
Santana wasn’t the least bit embarrassed at Sawyer’s appreciative gaze as the man surveyed Santana’s erect cock. Sawyer and he were good friends. Both were veterans at Kidnap Fantasies and shared ownership, along with several others, in the top-secret organization. They’d enjoyed playing thirds for each other on numerous occasions.
Sawyer was very easygoing and easy to like. Since this was Amy’s first time with a third, he’d picked Sawyer to join them in the fantasy.
“Is this the girl who’s been on your mind the last few weeks?” Sawyer asked as he leaned over and poured himself a glass of wine.
Shit! He thought he’d kept his feelings hidden from everyone.
“What makes you say that?”
“‘Cause I’ve never seen you harder for one thing. Second, you’ve managed to avoid any new assignments until you snagged this one and accepted it without hesitation.”
Sawyer gulped back the wine in three easy swallows and that smug expression on his face only became wider as he surveyed Santana.
“So? What gives with this chick? You know her?”
“I’m simply giving her the fantasy she wants.”
“You didn’t answer my question.” Sawyer chuckled knowingly.
Fuck! He needed to confide in someone and Sawyer was about the safest guy around KF to confide in.
Santana caved. “Okay, so we saw each other briefly once and she just floored me. I’ve been thinking about her day and night, and now that I’ve talked with her and had sex with her, I just know she’s the one.”
“The tone of your voice suggests you’re going to a hanging with that realization. Not appropriate behavior for a man in love.”
In love.
Shit.
Deep down, he’d known that fact since the moment he first saw her. Maybe even before. Every time Tangle had mentioned her little sister, Santana’s interest had been piqued. He’d always wanted to meet her. Unfortunately KF’s rules and his past prevented him from doing anything.
Yet lately two of his coworkers had defied the rules. Tangle had gotten married and a co-owner of KF Caydon Minnelli had taken off on a cruise to Europe with a woman he’d met during an assignment.
“So? What’s the problem?” Sawyer asked as he casually popped a green grape into his mouth.
“My past is the problem. You know that.”
His friend nodded.
Santana had never told Sawyer the exact details of the problem but had confided if he suddenly disappeared, Sawyer should notify KF of his permanent departure.
“I thought we fixed that by having you do the one-day-at-a-time scenario?”
“It was working until I met Amy.”
To Santana’s irritation Sawyer chuckled. The son of a bitch never seemed to have a care in the world and Santana had always envied his friend that characteristic.
He poured a glass of wine and handed it to Santana. “Here. Chill. This will loosen you up.”
Santana eagerly accepted the drink, sucking back the sweet liquid in a couple of easy swallows. He sure hoped Sawyer could help him out of his dilemma concerning Amy. Now that the fantasy was nearing an end, his desperation to keep Amy in his life was increasing.
“Here’s my advice, Santana. The smartest thing you can do is live in the present. It’s all any of us have. We don’t know what’s coming from one day to the next. None of us do…except maybe psychics. So kick the ‘what if’ crap out of your head and just live in the here and now. If you love her, which I might add is written all over your face, as well as,” his gaze lowered and his grin widened, “as well as all over your cock, live in your lady’s fantasy. Live in yours too while you’re at it. Give her something to remember you by.”
Give her something to remember him by.
Yeah, he could do that.
* * * * *
After removing her butt plug and freshening up, Amy’s body hummed with anticipation. It was purely insane, she knew, to have sex with one stranger but to have it with two…well that was her fantasy. So shoot her for stepping outside the norm. Or as her older sister would have said, congratulations for bursting through your safe zone. Yeah, but wasn’t this going too far?
Her answer came quickly and Amy giggled. Hell no, she wasn’t going too far. She wanted this fantasy and she was going all the way.
Just at that moment a strange noise drifted through the closed bedroom door. If she wasn’t mistaken, it sounded like the guttural moans of two men. And one of them was definitely Santana!
Quickly she left her bedroom and followed the hushed sounds down the hallway. When she stepped into the living room she halted and stared in wide-eyed fascination as the erotic scene unfolded.
Santana was on his knees, his parted lips wide as he awaited another man’s cock to enter his mouth. The newcomer was a white man. Tall and just as heavily muscled and as well-hung as Santana, if not more.
Sexual heat fused through her as she surveyed the stranger’s engorged mushroom-shaped cock head. His shaft looked pink and swollen with an intricate web of blue veins pulsing along the length of his shaft.
She almost cried out as she envisioned their engorged cocks plunging into her.
Santana’s eyes were closed tightly but the carnal anticipation of having a man’s cock about to impale his mouth was splashed all over his dark face. One of his hands massaged the newcomer’s huge testicles. The fingers of his other hand gripped the base of the cock.
As Santana opened his mouth, Amy watched the stranger feed him his cock. Soon Santana was bobbing his head, allowing the stranger’s cock to withdraw and to enter again. Slurping sounds split the air and mingled with both men’s guttural groans.
She’d never seen two men having sex before. Had never expected the flare of curiosity and excitement to burn so hard within her. But burn it did.
Her pussy tightened at the image of Santana and this man taking her. Fucking her hard.
Bringing her the pleasure she craved. Making her explode on a scream as he’d promised.
As she watched Santana lick and suck the man’s cock, she found her hand slipping between the opening of her bathrobe. Found her clit and when her finger whispered sweetly over her pulsing flesh, she felt her breasts tighten in response.
The scent of her sex hung heavy in the air and her other hand slipped beneath her bathrobe and smoothed over the tight curve of her breast. She trembled at her own touch. Shivered as the curls of pleasure began to build.
* * * * *
Sawyer’s mushroom-shaped cock head dipped from the back of Santana’s throat and came out quickly again. Santana wasted no time swirling his tongue along the thick web of pulsing veins as his friend’s swollen shaft came in again. He truly enjoyed having a man’s cock in his mouth. Enjoyed the power. The firmness. The taste of male flesh. Most of all he enjoyed bringing his friend Sawyer pleasure by using his teeth to scrape along the sensitive skin of his shaft, allowing Sawyer to experience the ripe bite of pleasure-pain. He knew by his friend’s grunts and quickening thrusts that Sawyer was already close to coming.
At the same time Santana’s instincts told him Amy was in the room.
His eyes opened and his heart picked up speed at the sight of her pink tongue peeking out from between her lips. She was touching herself and panting, the slightly open bathrobe giving him glimpses of her smooth, creamy belly, the perfect curves of her breasts and that sweet, waxed pussy he enjoyed tasting so much. Her eyes were almost closed as she began to sink into her sexuality.
The erotic sight of her masturbating made Santana fight for breath as he tried to keep his mind on pleasuring Sawyer.
However his friend noticed Santana’s distraction.
He stilled his cock and a moment later swore softly as he also stared at Amy playing with herself.
As they watched, he felt Sawyer’s cock tighten even more in his mouth. He swore he’d never felt Sawyer’s cock so hard and thick and suddenly remembered that watching a woman masturbate was one of his friend’s fetishes. Gazing up, he saw Sawyer’s eyes darken with need. Saw the appreciation for the woman Santana hadn’t been able to get out of his mind since he first saw her.
“I need to take the edge off,” Sawyer groaned.
Santana understood. Knew his friend understood too that Santana wanted him to go gently with Amy’s first ménage.
After Sawyer withdrew his cock, Santana stood and turned around. Grabbing the arm of Amy’s couch, he spread his legs and bent over. From behind him he heard the zip of a condom package being opened, the slurp of lube, and his heart raced with anticipation as he caught Amy’s gaze.
There was no disgust in her eyes as she watched them. Only a sweet curiosity that he knew he would cherish forever. His instincts about her had been spot-on. She accepted him for who he was, a man who pleasured people for a living and enjoyed it.
He mouthed the words you’re mine to her as Sawyer’s cock pressed intimately against his sphincter muscle. The tips of her lips curled upward ever so slightly and she mouthed the words back to him.
As she continued to play with herself, she watched them. He felt proud of her confidence in her own sexuality. Of her being able to arouse herself with strangers gazing at her.
He inhaled softly as Sawyer’s fingers slipped between Santana’s legs and he worked his straining erection, quickly pushing him toward that incredible world of bliss. Without warning Sawyer plunged his thick cock past the ring of muscles, impaling himself to the hilt in one solid stroke of heated flesh that had Santana groaning at the full pleasure and the flare of pleasure-pain.
“Just what the doctor ordered after watching the two of you making love,” Sawyer groaned, and began a quick pump into Santana.
Amy’s eyes widened ever so slightly at Sawyer’s confession and Santana couldn’t help but grin. His friend had watched them just as he suspected.
Sawyer’s hands continued to stroke and massage Santana’s cock while he thrust. The desperate caresses drove him closer to the edge of release but he held back. He wanted to wait and come inside Amy.
Santana panted as Sawyer’s cock stiffened and he groaned a warning. Withdrawing, he plunged into him again. Once. Twice. And again. When Santana feared he could hold back his pleasure no longer, Sawyer’s cock jerked inside him and he came on a strangled groan.
Chapter Four
She was so deep inside the pleasure of her own sexuality as she’d watched Sawyer take Santana from behind, Amy didn’t even realize the men had moved in around her. When two warm hands settled on the curves of her shoulders, her eyes flew open on a cry of surprise.
Santana stood in front of her. He was breathing heavily and she could feel his body heat slamming into her like a blast of erotic waves.
In response, her breaths came faster, more frantic. She inhaled as she felt the other man’s fingers begin to tug her bathrobe over her shoulders.
“You won’t be needing this,” the stranger said. Instantly she liked his voice. Deep and masculine yet soft and seductive. “At least not for what we’ve planned for you.”
“Amy, this is Sawyer. He’s a friend of mine from KF. He’s one of the best,” Santana said.
“Hi,” she managed to say, suddenly feeling shy. She could not believe she’d masturbated right here in front of them. But she felt so comfortable watching the two men while she touched herself.
“Hi yourself,” came Sawyer’s soft reply as he nuzzled her neck. A faint bristle from a five o’clock shadow scraped nicely against her flesh.
He smelled good too. Of aftershave and man.
“You just stand here, Amy. We’ll do all the pleasuring,” he whispered. Her pussy creamed as Sawyer nibbled on her earlobe while Santana watched. Warm air splashed over her shoulders as the bathrobe came off her body.
Santana made no move to touch her as Sawyer’s hands cupped her breasts. Fingers pulled confidently at her sensitive nipples and she couldn’t believe she was reacting so quickly to a complete stranger’s touch. Couldn’t believe the approval in Santana’s lusty brown eyes. There was no sign of jealousy on his face, only a generous need to pleasure.
Her eyes strayed to Santana’s cock. He was playing with himself as he watched them. Both his hands stroked his massive brown length and the sight of his condom-stretched swollen shaft made her body surge with sexual need.
She was panting now. A light sheen of perspiration dotted her forehead as Sawyer continued to massage her breasts. She could feel his erection, free of a condom, thick and hot, swaying teasingly back and forth across the curves of her buttocks. The removal of the butt plug had left her empty and wanting, and now with Sawyer’s tormenting touches, agonized need gripped her anus.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Amy,” Sawyer murmured against her ear. “I can see why Santana’s been hungering after you all these weeks.”
He had?
She looked at Santana. Her pussy clenched at the hot need on his dark face. He had that same look again. The one when they had first seen each other in the church.
Possession. Lust.
You’re mine, Amy, he mouthed silently.
She creamed heavily at his words. Whimpered as Sawyer’s hands suddenly left her breasts. A moment later his scorching palms curved over her waist, leaving a trail of fire as he traced her hips and then intimately cupped her ass cheeks.
Instinctively she arched against him.
Movement from Santana had her body tightening in awareness. His eyes were so bright with lust she couldn’t help but whimper.
“Without turning I want you to touch Sawyer. Play with his cock while he prepares you.”
She nodded, barely breathing as she reached back and immediately found Sawyer’s heavy, engorged shaft.
Her fingers brushed against the incredible hard length. Traced the thick, elevated veins.
Her touches made Sawyer groan.
In this awkward position with her hands behind her back, she felt vulnerable, and when Santana’s cock nestled about an inch inside her pussy and his mouth latched onto one of her tender nipples she went wild with want.
“Keep playing with him, Sexy.”
So this was why he’d asked her to do this. To make her feel vulnerable. To increase her excitement. This position was u
nbelievably erotic.
Behind her, she could hear slurps of lube as Sawyer dug some out of an unseen tube he must have brought along while she’d masturbated in front of them. When a cool, lubed finger dipped into her anus, her muscles quickly tightened around him.
She gasped as another lubed finger entered her. The surprising fullness of his two fingers made her own fingers wrap around his silky cock. It was different than being impaled by an impersonal butt plug. This intrusion felt warm. Intimate.
Sawyer’s fingers danced gently inside her as he prepared her. Soon her anal muscles relaxed. Accepted him.
She became achingly aware of Santana feasting on her breasts. He slurped her nipples with rough strokes of his tongue. Nipped with sharp teeth.
Her breasts felt swollen. Her nipples were pleasantly sore and hot and she wanted to move against him. To gyrate her hips. To push his poised cock inside of her but he held her fast with an iron grip on her hips.
Oh man! This was unbelievable. She was totally at their mercy.
She moaned and her hands gripped Sawyer’s cock harder as a third lubed finger entered her ass.
Santana’s cock inched into her a little farther. His thickness, stretching her desperate, needy vagina.
She wanted to stop fondling Sawyer, wanted to throw her arms around Santana’s waist and just have him drive his cock into her. Sawyer must have sensed her intentions for he wrapped his free hand around both her wrists, effectively cuffing her to his cock.
“Naughty Amy,” Sawyer murmured while a fourth lubed finger impaled her ass.
Santana’s mouth left her achy nipple with a pop.
“What’s our Sexy doing?” he breathed. His lips were swollen and wet from tending to her nipples and his eyes were dark with desire and a hint of teasing.
“She stopped playing with my cock.”
“You getting too distracted, baby? Maybe I should stop eating your breasts?”
“No, don’t stop,” she said, suddenly desperate for them to continue.
“I think she’s properly addicted to us, Sawyer.” Santana laughed softly.
“By the way her ass is clenching my fingers, I’d say our naughty girl is desperate for a good double penetration.”