“Oh fuck,” he hissed and then Chesca moaned as a splash of ice cold champagne hit her flesh and his tongue split her open, lapping at the sweet juices that ran over his lips. He held her hips tight, his strong fingers digging into her thighs as he pulled her legs further apart to get better access. As his tongue curled around the hard pearl of her clit, Chesca almost howled with the pure pleasure that flooded her body.
Then turning her over, Nathan kissed her, a deep passionate kiss that let her know how much he wanted her. Chesca could taste herself as his mouth found hers, and she sucked and nibbled at the full pad of his bottom lip. Leaving her gasping for more, he sat back and reached for his jeans pocket to retrieve the condom he had placed there earlier. Chesca gasped as she finally saw his cock. It was thick and hard and pointing proudly towards her. She wanted to suck it but Nathan had other ideas.
“Chesca, I need to be inside you,” he said, rolling the condom on and pulling her up against him. “You’re so sexy, I can’t wait another second.”
“How do you want me?”
Nathan didn’t need asking twice, positioning Chesca at the edge of the bed, on her knees, her bum raised. He pushed her forward onto her elbows so that her pussy was fully exposed to his hungry gaze.
“Oh baby, you are so sexy. I’ve thought about this so many times in the office; bending you over the desk, touching you.” Chesca could feel the smooth head of his dick sliding up and down her honey slicked pussy. She pushed back against him gasping as the thick shaft slipped inside her until he was buried to the hilt in her sopping cunt. She gripped him, milking his cock, rocking on her knees and revelling in the feeling of fullness as he thrust inside her. She could hear his ragged breathing, already so close to coming.
As he fucked her, Nathan slipped a finger round to Chesca’s clit, stroking it gently in sync with their thrusting. The mew of pleasure that it brought forth from her lips made his stomach clench and he had to concentrate to stop himself from shooting his load immediately. Her pussy gripped him like velvet vice, the muscles stroking him as he fucked her harder and faster, his finger keeping up the pressure on her clit. Chesca was bucking and moaning underneath him, sliding across the bed, trying to hold her pose as he pushed into her.
“Turn over,” he growled, pulling out of her abruptly. Her pussy clenched, aching at the loss of his cock and she did as she was told, scooting back across the bed and wrapping her legs around his waist as he penetrated her again. Nathan angled his body so that with each thrust he put just enough pressure of her aching nub to send her over the edge. Then, pushing her arms above her head so that she was captive beneath him, he fucked her with reckless abandon, moaning her name. He nuzzled against her neck, his tongue flicking over the hard peaks of her nipples until he felt her shudder beneath him.
Chesca gripped the duvet, her fingers curling beneath his. “Oh fuck, Nathan, yes,” she wailed, her orgasm crashing over her, her pussy clenching around him. The release was so incredible she thought she might pass out, her heart pounding, breath coming in huge gulps, her whole body weak.
Nathan didn’t halt his pace once, his body using hers, until he arched above her, the muscles in his arms taut. Chesca ran her nails down his back and he growled her name. She felt him throb inside her, a whimper escaping from her as he swore. He finally opened his eyes and grinned down at her. She stretched up towards him and he covered her face in tiny kisses, then rolled to the side, wrapping his arm around her.
“You’re as amazing in the bedroom as you are in the boardroom,” he murmured.
“We’ll have to test that theory when we get back to work,” she said, “I’ve always wanted to do it in there.”
It’s Not Vanilla
By Annabeth Leong
“Ok, already!” I hold both hands up in surrender to Josh and Mark. How could I not? For the last ten minutes, they’ve applied their most devilish persuasion to my always-sensitive breasts. We’ve already spent half this Saturday in bed, and I think they’d be willing to go on at least until Sunday. “I’ll tell you what you want to know.” I say it quickly, because Josh has closed his teeth around my nipple. If he starts biting, I’ll be incapable of another coherent sentence for quite some time.
Josh lifts his head with a grin. We both watch my breast stretch until my nipple escapes the loose hold of his mouth and snaps back toward my chest. “You can stop now,” he tells Mark, who until that moment has diligently continued his sweet ministrations on my other breast. Mark tucks his wide, pink tongue inside his mouth and sits obediently back on his heels. His erection bobs under its own weight as he settles.
Josh pats Mark’s blond head, then tries the same maneuver on my own dark curls. I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re not my master,” I say, hauling myself up on one elbow.
He looks far too satisfied. He raises his muscular arms above his head in a coy, cat-like stretch and delivers the dimpled smile that never fails to make me wet. “You may not be into BDSM, Sofia, but you certainly know when to give in.” He climbs off my body and arranges himself in a position mirroring Mark’s. Knowing Josh, the tableau they make together is deliberate. He never misses an opportunity to inspire an appreciative gaze. I can’t help but oblige.
They complement each other, Mark light and slight where Josh is thick and dark.
“So.” Josh lifts one sleek eyebrow. “Your fantasy?”
The question makes me roll my eyes, even after all their efforts to convince me. “You mean other than living with two hot guys who make love to me all the time?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of whiny girl would I be if I weren’t satisfied with what I’ve already got?”
“Ah-ah-ah. You said you would tell us, Hermosa.” His nickname for me curls voluptuously off his tongue. That’s another thing about Josh. He still thinks he needs to speak Spanish to get my attention, as if I hadn’t known plenty of guys back home in Puerto Rico who spoke the mother tongue just fine. For all his vanity, I sometimes suspect Josh is the more insecure of my two lovers.
“You’re impossible,” I tell him.
“Stop stalling, Sofia.” He bends toward my nipple, a picture of sexy threat.
“Fine. It’s stupid and impractical, but here it is. I want to lick chocolate off both your cocks.”
Josh blinks. Mark breaks his submissive silence, utter confusion apparent on his face. “That’s it?” He blushes immediately, and Josh and I both smirk at him. Knowing our kinky little twink, his fantasy confessions probably involve much more elaborate scenarios and a metric ton of sex toys.
Josh waves away the interruption. “That’s fine if that’s what you want, Sofia, but why so shy about it? You ask for double penetration like you’re asking for a glass of water.”
I shrug. “I’ve heard food fantasies never work out that well. Everyone says they just end up messy, sticky, and smelly.”
Mark’s lips spread into a wicked grin. “Messy, sticky, and smelly sound good to me.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Josh says. “Besides, I can make your fantasy work.”
I sit all the way up and cock my head at Josh. “This can’t really be all because you’re so desperate to please me,” I declare. “What’s in it for you?”
I’ve caught him. He gives a little nod and drops his eyes to the bedspread. His finger traces the orange geometric patterns there. “I thought,” He says slowly, “that if we fulfilled your fantasy, you might fulfill ours.”
I cross my legs, my stomach instantly tense. “The one where I help you top Mark,” I say.
They both nod. Mark bites his lip in a way I’d find adorable if I weren’t so nervous. I turn to him, retrieving his hands from behind his back. He’s better about skin care than I am, and his palms feel softer than mine. “Is this really your fantasy, too?” I ask gently. “Or is this just Josh pushing you into a majority vote?”
His wide eyes make the answer clear before he speaks. “You know I like to serve you, Sofia,” he tells me. I sigh. Josh and I get into battles of wills all the time. It’s part of the source of the electricity between us. Mark, however, has me wrapped around his little finger. I find it nearly impossible to refuse someone so sweet-natured. Instead of turning them down flat, I attempt to reason.
“You guys both know I have no idea how to be a top. Every time Josh watches one of those double Florentine flogging videos, I’m amazed anyone can practice BDSM without losing an eye.”
“It’s just called Florentine flogging,” Josh says. “You don’t have to say ‘double.’”
“That’s not the point.” Mark breaks in, laying one hand on Josh’s thigh and one on mine. “The point, Sofia, is that topping isn’t about a specific tool. It’s a way of being.”
“A way of being that I couldn’t pull off, Mark.”
That’s when he gets sly. He runs a finger down the side of his pale pink cock, twitching it and checking to make sure I’m watching. I guess both my boys are vain. “Think,” Mark whispers, “how good this will taste when Josh drizzles chocolate all over it, then feeds it to you.”
“Well, if I’m supposed to be topping, I don’t think Josh will be feeding me anything.”
“Are we doing both fantasies at the same time, then?” Josh seems to need to assert himself.
I throw a saucy expression back at him. “If I agree, then, yeah, we do both at the same time. If you’re going to make me try your BDSM stuff, I ought to at least get good chocolate out of the deal.”
Mark grins. “See. You’ve got what it takes.”
I frown. I’m still not so sure. Mark distracts me from my insecurities before I can dwell on them. He pulls back his foreskin, and we’ve fucked enough this morning that the gesture releases the musky scent of my own arousal along with the smell of both of their come. He touches the ridge of his cockhead. “You could dip this in a bowl of chocolate, then lick off what gets caught right here.”
“He looks so sweet, but I think he’s the devil,” I tell Josh.
“Does that mean you’re tempted?” They both turn to me with smiles full of hope, and I can’t help but take another opportunity to ogle their glorious nakedness.
I sigh. “How could I not be?”
***
Josh and Mark don’t even wait until the following weekend to pull this together. They announce they’re ready Wednesday evening, right after dinner, in response to me getting up from the table to search the freezer for ice cream.
“We, uh, had a better dessert in mind,” Josh says.
“Right now?” I turn to face them, the freezer door still open, cold air spewing out against the back of my head.
“Why not?” Mark says.
Josh grins and pushes back his chair. “As long as you’re willing, Hermosa, I can work with it.” He takes me in his arms, holding me firmly against his chest until I relax a little and let myself enjoy the contact. He smells of graphite and smoke, an odd but manly scent. He cradles the back of my head. “Don’t worry, Sofia. We’ll do this together. And Mark will be good and obedient for you or I’ll beat him.”
I pull back, Josh’s hard tone triggering my nerves again. “You see, that’s something I could never say, Josh. I couldn’t just casually threaten him like that.”
“Sh.” Josh places a finger on my lips, and I jump because it’s warm, wet, and fragrant. Chocolatey.
“When did you...”
“Sh. Trick of the trade.” He rubs the finger against my lips and I can’t resist darting my tongue out for a taste. It is good chocolate, bitter and complicated.
“We’re not asking you to be someone you’re not,” Josh assures me. “If you don’t want to hurt him, you don’t have to. Just follow my lead, and you’ll be fine.”
I nod, taking another taste of the chocolate despite myself.
“Good. You can watch while I warm Mark up.”
I’m not sure what to expect. We’ve lived together six months and been lovers for almost two years, but I’ve never watched the two of them in a scene. I’ve heard them talk about scenes, seen them dressed up for scenes, and been kept awake by scenes happening in the next room. Still, I’m not actually clear what they do when they’re alone together.
I take the seat Josh pulls out for me in the corner of the kitchen and find I’m holding my breath. The entire kitchen seems mysterious and full of possibility. Will Josh bend Mark over the island in the center of the room? Will he spank him with one of the spatulas from the container behind the stove? Did I somehow not notice Josh stashing chocolate in the big silver fridge?
After all my frenzied speculation, Josh surprises me by pulling Mark up into what looks to be an ordinary kiss.
But the stillness of this kiss makes me reconsider a moment later. Mark’s hands stay down by his sides. Josh takes his time and really tastes Mark, licking his lips even, and I’ve never noticed before how full and soft and pink they are. Mark submits to the kiss instead of participating as an equal partner. It’s an incongruous sight, because he’s a few inches taller than Josh.
Josh finishes the kiss with a firm squeeze of one of Mark’s pecs. When he steps back, the mood is very different from before. “All right, if anyone needs to stop or take a break, just say, ‘vanilla.’ That’s our safe word. Sofia, a safe word is -”
“I know what a safe word is, Josh.”
“Just making sure.” He takes hold of Mark’s shoulders and leads him to the side of the island closest to me. Mark keeps his eyes downcast and his head lowered, but I see the upward curve playing at the corners of his lips. “Sofia, you can start by enjoying this view.”
Josh begins undressing Mark, but again it’s subtly different from how I’ve seen him do it before. The clothes don’t come off to bring pleasure to Mark or to give Josh access to anything. They come off for me, slowly and deliberately, showing off the parts of Mark that Josh knows I like best.
I feast my eyes on Mark’s torso. He’s lean, but every muscle is sculpted and defined. Pretty much whenever Mark’s not fucking one of us or at work, he’s at the gym, and it shows. Josh turns him to the side, making sure I get a view of the shapely silhouette of Mark’s pecs, then lifts his arms over his head and twists him so his oblique abs muscles ripple.
I’ve praised those muscles before, and tried to run a finger over the gentle ridges they make in Mark’s side. He’s always stopped me because, apparently, it tickles.
Inspiration strikes, and I think I understand of bit of what Mark meant when he said being a top is about how you behave. “Hang on a sec,” I tell them, before Mark has a chance to lower his arms again. “Freeze right there.”
They both obey, though Josh does so wearing an approving, ironic expression that makes it clear he still considers himself to be in charge. Mark goes statue-still except for his cock, which expands inside his pants.
I get out of the chair and go to them, extending a finger to touch his side just below his ribs. Mark’s eyes snap wide open. He twitches, letting out a strangled sound. “She said to freeze,” Josh murmurs sternly.
Mark sets his jaw, and I continue touching him. I enjoy the hard muscle beneath my fingertip. I trace its shape and press against it, exploring its strength and firmness.
A small sound sneaks from the back of Mark’s throat. “Quiet,” Josh admonishes.
Now I’m getting into it. A rush of arousal hits me as I shift position and continue feeling up my slim blond lover, who stands mute and helpless before me. I’m fascinated by the knowledge that he’s not helpless because I tied him up, but because I told him to be.
Mark really does have beautiful abs. I locate every defined line of them, then let the hair of his happy trail tease the back of my hand. I want to lick them. The thought brings a
grin to my face.
I get on my knees in front of Mark, touch my tongue to a spot just above the waist of his jeans, and flick my eyes up to his face. I see fear, awe, and a sort of conflicted desire that makes me want to convince him to give in. I understand a little more of what Josh gets out of dominating him. Then I lick all around his belly button in a way I know will tickle.
Mark jerks, then stumbles back. Josh catches him, first steadying him, then returning him to his place before me. He pulls Mark’s arms behind him, knitting them in place with his own, then kisses the back of Mark’s head.
“I know you can do this,” Josh murmurs, his voice soothing. “You want to be good for Sofia, don’t you, beautiful boy?”
Mark nods.
“Go ahead, Sofia.” Josh smiles at me. He holds Mark firmly, but with surprising tenderness. I kiss the front of Mark’s thigh quickly, then recommence with my teasing licks.
Mark squirms and struggles against Josh’s hold, but this time I don’t let up when he starts having trouble. I grip his hips and keep licking until I’m finished.
When I finally roll back onto my heels, Josh is nodding at me. “Nice job, Sofia. I think we’re all warmed up, and our pretty boy here has already earned himself a punishment.” He clucks his tongue in mock disappointment, then grins as wide and wicked as it gets. “I’ve got just the thing.”
Josh’s threat makes me tense again, even though I wasn’t above a little tickle torture. I glance up at Mark with concern, and it takes the beatific expression on his face to remind me how much he loves being tormented this way. Still, the thought of punishment bothers me. I don’t think I could bring myself to whack his ass until welts rise across his porcelain skin, as I know Josh has done many times. I clutch Mark’s thigh protectively. “I don’t want to spank him,” I tell Josh.
If anything, Josh’s grin broadens even more. “It’s nothing like that,” he says. “This punishment is going to sort of... reveal itself... in the course of fulfilling your fantasy.”
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