“Oh God,” Gabe groaned, his hands on her cheeks holding her steady as cum spurted down her throat.
The salty taste of him coated her tongue, a moan vibrating up across her chest. She looked up at him. His soft, moist cock dropped from her lips as ecstasy overtook his features.
The bliss on Gabe’s face made Mallory feel sexy, more confident than she’d felt in years. She smiled, licking her lips, removing the last lingering traces of his cum from her mouth. His expression softened, returning to an easy, relaxed normal.
“Now it’s your turn,” Gabe whispered, his thumb tracing her throat and down her chest to pluck at her hard, swollen nipples, hanging down like ripe red grapes.
As if on cue, behind her, Lincoln increased his rhythm. His hands gripped her hips, steadying her for his thrusts. His fingers dug into her flesh, hard and dominating, yet exciting.
“Come for us, baby,” Lincoln growled behind her, holding her up as he pounded into her, faster and harder.
She pressed her face into Gabe’s chest as he combed his fingers through her hair. “We want to watch you come,” Gabe whispered into her ear, “to hear you scream. To feel your body shaking and spasming against ours.” He kissed the crown of her head.
“Don’t deny us, baby,” Lincoln grunted, gripping her legs tight and pulling them further apart, forcing her to lean deeper into Gabe.
Her orgasm overwhelmed her, exploding over her like a cork being popped from a bottle. Her entire body turned boneless, liquid and languid. White brilliant lights danced before her eyes as her mind blurred.
A roar echoed behind her. Lincoln’s movements stopped, his cock pulsing inside her for a moment before he groaned her name. His grip eased from her hips.
She was vaguely aware of two sets of rough hands as they soothed over her body, calming her and easing her to the floor. Two hard male bodies lay next to her, warm arms wrapping around her. Lincoln kissed her, his lips smooth and firm, his kiss sweet and possessing.
Gabe’s fingers reached up to grip her head, turning her toward his lips, his kiss faster, harder, more demanding. Lincoln’s hands massaged her back and shoulders, twisting in her hair. Mallory moaned as Gabe’s warm mouth sucking lightly upon her neck.
“We’re not done with you yet,” Gabe whispered into her ear as he rolled her over, using his body weight to flatten her to the floor. “We have a lot more celebrating to do.”
Chapter Five
Mallory’s breath held in her chest as she stared up into Gabe’s warm honey eyes, glowing with desire and mischief. He had something wicked planned for her, for sure. Gabe was an imaginative stage performer, always embracing the unexpected, and so far he’d shown the same personality in the bedroom. Or at least the living room.
His lips traced her neck. Her skin prickled where his exhale cooled her sweat-moistened chest. He kissed her sternum, between her breasts, and down her stomach as she sensed Lincoln repositioning himself behind her. Gabe swirled his tongue around her navel, her back arching into the touch. Lincoln extended a leg on either side of her, gripping her around the waist to hike her into his lap.
Lincoln brushed small kisses into her hair as he smoothed her head to his chest, pressing her back up against him so she could feel his already-hardening penis pressed in between her shoulder blades. His chest hair scraped against her spine, each rub creating a tingle of pleasure along every nerve in her body.
Both her men were already hard only minutes after their last release. If they continued to be this insatiable all night, she wasn’t going to get any sleep. She tried to find the will to be upset about the loss, but came up empty.
Lincoln’s burning palms smoothed down her body, along the flat plane of her stomach, to grip her sensitive inner thighs. In a heartbeat, he shoved her legs apart, forcing a gasp of surprise from her lips. Cool air flowed across her dripping pussy, heightening her vulnerability and arousal.
Noticing her shocked discomfort, Gabe smiled, dipping down to press a kiss to her thigh an inch above Lincoln’s hand. “I like a woman’s legs open while I devour her,” Gabe responded to the undeclared question in her eyes, sending tremors down her legs. “And that’s exactly what I plan to do to you.”
She flicked a gaze up to see appreciation written across Lincoln’s face, like a child watching fireworks, happy for the show even if he wished he were the one setting them off. His hands were firm on her upper thighs, holding her open and waiting for Gabe, the strong hold and inevitability of his grip heating her blood and increasing the flow of moisture between her legs.
Gabe leaned in, his nose grazing her pubic bone as his tongue extended to lick her from clit to anus in one long swipe. His long, drawn-out lick gathered the thick moisture along her swollen pussy lips, while creating more with each swipe. He murmured a sound of encouragement, his eyes partially closed in ecstasy.
“Did you know a woman tastes better after she’s come?” Gabe extended his tongue to lick her again, this time in longer, leisurely strokes. “Sweeter. Cleaner.”
Her hips bucked up to meet his ministrations. Her breath escaped on a gust, closer to a moan.
Gabe swirled his tongue inside her, pulled out and thrust back in, each movement more desperate and demanding than the one before it. Noises fell from Mallory’s mouth beyond her control, small signals of dismay, pleading grunts, and desperate whimpers. Her pulse throbbed in her nipples, beat behind her knees and along the inside of her thighs, ached in her hard clit.
She nearly came off the floor when Gabe finally wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. Lincoln gripped her harder as Gabe maintained his rhythm, strumming her clit with his tongue with the same precision and talent he did his guitar.
Increasing her torture, Lincoln leaned over, lashing first her right nipple with his tongue, and then the left, blowing on each until they puckered into hard points. Mallory’s back arched, thrusting toward him, pushing her breast farther into his mouth. Lincoln chuckled, pulling back to place soft, torturing kisses along her cheeks, nose, and forehead. Everywhere but where she needed his mouth.
They continued this dance along her body, moving forward, sucking her, hard and demanding, giving her all the pleasure they could muster, and then backing off. They worked in tandem, pushing her higher, extending the length of suction upon her skin, until she couldn’t think beyond the sensation of their lips on her flesh. Her nerves sizzled like a mass of unconnected electrical circuits, her muscles shaking with restrained lust.
“More,” she moaned, hardly aware she was speaking, so delirious with pleasure all she could think about was what she wanted. What she needed.
“What do you want, sweet?” Lincoln’s deep, husky voice forced a ripple down her spine. He looked down at her, the fantasies he had in store for her etched into the midnight fire. “Do you want my cock?”
Mallory nodded mindlessly, her tongue desperate to taste him, to feel the connection between them through the touch and pleasure. Lincoln’s lips tilted in a wicked smile as he pushed back from her.
His tongue still inside her, Gabe’s hands extended to her thighs just below Lincoln’s, pinning her legs to the floor, as Lincoln eased back.
Lincoln kneeled to her left. Cradling her head in his large palms, he held his cock aloft with his other hand. He rubbed the slippery, hot head along her lips. The skin satin smooth against her tongue as he slowly plunged into her mouth. He pushed the helmet-shaped tip past her lips, giving her a moment to lap at the head, exploring the tip and crown. His salty, musky taste exploded inside her mouth. She sucked him hard, massaging him with her tongue until he grunted and thrust deeper.
His hands threaded through her hair, using a slight pressure to direct her movement upon him, showing her the rhythm he enjoyed. She wrapped her hands around him, clutching his hard ass, using her grip to move up and down along his length until he groaned.
“Baby, that’s amazing.”
“I told you.” Gabe winked from between her legs before returning to her pussy
to eat her up with such determination she erupted into a full-body shiver.
Lincoln chuckled as she paused midway down his cock, concentrating on breathing as Gabe hit a particularly sensitive spot.
“She’s so responsive,” Lincoln groaned as he tweaked a nipple, gasping when she stabbed her nails into the muscle of his ass in retaliation.
Outside the crowd started to scream, calling out the number ten as the countdown to the New Year started. Above her Lincoln smirked, his devious thoughts outlined in his eyes.
“Think you can make her come before the New Year, Gabe?” Lincoln’s rough voice was shaky and strained. She could almost hear the threads of his control breaking in his tone. Mallory chest swelled in triumph at the sound, her pussy clenching. Gabe shifted back, his warm breath gusting along her slick cunt. His gaze met Lincoln’s with a smile. Mallory’s temperature flared as his eyes dropped back to her warm, naked body. “Definitely.”
His fingers slid along her sweat-covered thighs, holding her open and helpless to his assault. “How about you, love? Can you make my mate come before midnight?”
Lincoln stroked her cheeks, staring down at her with fiery midnight eyes. His hips thrust forward plunging into her mouth, helping her take him deeper. “Up for the challenge, baby?”
Mallory’s gaze skated back and forth between her two men. She wanted to make them both come. To drive them both as mindless with pleasure as they had her. But she’d start with one.
She nodded around the rock-hard cock in her mouth as she sucked harder in challenge.
“Six,” the crowd chanted outside the bus as Mallory swirled her tongue around the tip of Lincoln’s dick. Gabe’s tongue plunged inside her, deep and forceful, pounding out a dizzying rhythm.
“Five.”
Mallory increased her rhythm, moving faster up and down Lincoln’s shaft, circling her lips tighter to increase the friction against his cock. She scraped her teeth along the sensitive underside as his fingers tightened in her hair. Sweat gathered along Lincoln’s upper lip and chest. If her tongue hadn’t already been on him, she’d be lapping up that salty perspiration, along with his unique masculine taste.
“Four.”
Gabe’s tongue circled her pussy in quick, tight movements before withdrawing entirely as Mallory groaned in dismay. He blew a long, hot breeze along her slick, moist flesh, watching as her muscles contracted beneath the teasing brush. Mallory buck her hips beneath his grip, desperate for more contact. Had he given up on his goal? Was he intending to let her win? Yet before Mallory could complete the thought, his mouth latched onto her clit, sucking so deep and hard she would have screamed if not for the cock jammed down her throat.
“Three.”
Mallory circled her fingers around Lincoln’s balls, fondling his sac lightly. He grunted. His eyes slammed shut. His jaw clenched as he fought giving into the sensation. She tugged lightly on the globes, and he was lost. He fisted his fingers in her hair, slamming his cock deep into her throat, and then released. His thick cum washed down her throat. She swallowed deeply, desperate to drink him in as much as air.
The chants continued outside as Lincoln pulled his cock free of her mouth. He slumped to the ground beside her, like a balloon on January third, and buried his face in her hair. His warm breath tickled her nape as his rough breathing slowed to a normal beat.
“One.”
Mallory screamed as Gabe’s teeth scored her clit. Her legs shook beneath his tight grip. If it hadn’t been for his palms pressing her thighs to the ground, they would have been wrapped around his neck, pulling him down and keeping Gabe right where she wanted him. Instead he smiled up at her, holding all the control, and reveling in it.
Bright starbursts covered her vision. Her back bowed as the explosion inside her raged, fiery and consuming. She felt everything around her and nothing at the same time. Every sensation rolled together into one blissful movement.
She was only vaguely aware of Gabe releasing her legs and easing up from her thighs. The cheers for the New Year howled outside in one incoherent noise, masking the rip of the foil wrapper and the slip of the condom down Gabe’s cock.
Her pussy opened easily for him, slick and swollen. The muscles in her stomach and cunt continued to spasm as Gabe slowly pushed inside her body, increasing the intensity and duration of her orgasm with his furious rhythm. Her body felt boneless, her muscles a mass of heavenly quivers and ecstasy-inducing spasms. Her ass and shoulders burned from rubbing back and forth across the rough carpet, but she felt none of the friction, her body overwhelmed with sensation. She cried out, wrapping her legs around him without thought, losing herself to pleasure.
As the last crest and convulsion of her orgasm receded, Gabe screamed above her, blocking out the sax’s deep rendition of “Auld Lang Syne.” His body stiffened against hers. His cock jerked inside of her as he came, until he tumbled down to her chest. Mallory wrapped her arms around him, holding him to her limp, depleted form.
If she’d had the energy, she would have caressed him all over again, as she cemented every sensation to memory, but the complete exhaustion that swept over her made such movement impossible. Her muscles burned sweetly, her shoulders absent of weight, as her problems drifting away on a sea of pleasure.
She’d never felt like this after sex, or during it, for that matter. She wanted to remember the complete contentment of the moment, to save it forever for when these men were gone, traveling the road and picking up more girls to bestow this pleasure on. And she was once again alone.
Mallory took three deep breaths, a sudden giant weight the size of the Times Square ball sitting on her chest. The realities of tomorrow flooded her mind and overpowered her emotions. She had no right to be upset, to demand more, no matter how much she wanted it.
As Mallory’s breath slowly calmed, Lincoln rolled closer, picking up his head from her neck to place a chaste kiss on her lips. “Happy New Year, baby,” he whispered on a sigh as he fell back to the rough carpeted floor.
A second later Gabe rose up, placing a kiss on her lips, sharing with her the musky taste of her arousal and his own salty, sweet sweat. “Happy New Year, love,” he whispered before ducking back down to her chest.
“Happy New Year,” she responded to the room in total disbelief.
In the now-quiet room, Mallory couldn’t remember exactly how she’d ended up here, surrounded by two hard male bodies, with two midnight kisses, wishing she could stay this way forever. The stiff carpet prickled beneath her back. A chill bit at her nipples, nose, and toes as their bodies cooled. Yet it was all insignificant to the warm, comforting affection she felt in these men’s arms.
She had to agree with her gorgeous rock stars. The screams of pleasure still chiming in her ears were by far the best way to ring in the New Year.
Chapter Six
Gabe smiled down at the woman sandwiched between him and his best friend. Her lips were soft and open in deep, sleeping breaths, her breasts rising and falling beneath the rich emerald sheets. Her warm body molded into his, soft curves pressing into all the right places. The idea of getting out of this bed, even for a minute, to get the feast of stuffed mushrooms, chocolate truffles, and goat cheese pizza they’d ordered for her was as fleeting and ridiculous as the novelty glasses and hats the crowd wore in the streets outside.
Sometime after all their sexual escapades, they’d managed to wander to the back of the bus, and onto the smooth, king-sized bed residing in the bedroom, unable to stop touching or tasting as they walked the few feet. But it hadn’t been long before Mallory had fallen asleep, completely exhausted, in their arms, where she still lay.
“So what do think of our girl?” Lincoln whispered to him across the bed.
Gabe looked up at him surprised, unaware his friend was awake. “Well worth the wait.” He smiled, curving his hand around her breast, surprised even in sleep her nipple responded.
“I’m glad you agree.” Lincoln smirked. He was always impossible when he was right
, and he’d certainly played this like a dream. “Now there’s just the issue of telling her our plan.”
Gabe nodded, smoothing his hand down her soft stomach. They still hadn’t told her their plan for the future. If they didn’t perform this explanation with the same finesse they had used to seduce, they might lose her. Amazingly, after one night of having her in their bed, Gabe wasn’t willing to go without her. Failure was not an option. They had to make this beauty theirs, for good.
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“Why are they chanting?” Mallory’s voice croaked, coated in sleep. She could feel the eyes of both her men upon her, slowly awaking to their whispered words above.
Beside her Lincoln chuckled, skimming the wisps of hair back from her face and curling the long strands behind her ear. “It’s New Year’s,” he whispered. His warm breath wafted across the sensitive skin of her throat, every nerve in her body shivering with the touch.
Her lips curled in a wicked smile. Mallory squinted her eyes closed, feigning sleep as two sets of hands explored her body beneath the sheets. “If it’s New Year’s, what was that other countdown for?”
Behind her Gabe laughed. His hand skimmed across her backside and pinched her ass. “It’s New Year’s in L.A., you little minx.”
Mallory squealed at the pinch, not hard enough to hurt. She wiggled away from Gabe’s grip, enjoying the intimate, playful squeeze almost as much as rubbing against these two men.
Lincoln wrapped his arms around her, calming her movements. He leaned over her, whispering with a sensual roughness that created a shudder up and down her body. “Want to play the same game?”
Her skin heated hotter than a sparkler. Her body remembered how both Lincoln and Gabe had worked so hard to bring her to orgasm, for a second time, to the chanting voices outside ushering in the New Year.
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