Wicked Times Two

by Tina Donahue

  With his chin resting on her hip, Noah glanced up. “Looks like you’ll have to be quiet.”

  Kyle stroked her clit and anus, sending a storm of sensations from both areas to battle things out in her pussy. Noah pressed his nose into her bush, inhaling deeply, then gave her an open-mouth kiss on the inside of her thigh, his tongue lapping the über-sensitive part of her.

  She cried out wantonly, unable to help herself.

  “Bad girl.” Noah’s breath warmed her skin with his words. “Quiet. I mean it.” He smacked her ass.

  Nice. She wailed again.

  He muttered an oath. “New rule—you make any noise and we stop. Right, Kyle?”

  “Mmm?” He suckled her neck, played with her anus and stroked her clit.

  She squirmed, both of them making no end of noise.

  “Shit,” Noah said.

  A smacking sound followed, along with Kyle’s yelp. “Hey. Why’d you hit me?”

  “I had to get your attention. She’s not obeying.”

  “No?” Kyle straightened and smiled at her. “You want a spanking, don’t you?”

  He knew her too well already. She sagged into the right side of his chest, carefully avoiding his tat. “Please?”

  “Nope.” Noah pushed to his feet. “You have to earn punishment.”

  “Will a shriek do? I can manage, trust me.” She crossed her heart to prove how serious she was.

  He laughed but sobered quickly. “If you’re not totally quiet—I’m talking not even one peep—nothing happens. Got it?”

  Bastard. She liked his style. “Yessir, Master.”

  “You just talked. Did I give you permission?”

  “I don’t know, did you? I’ve been distracted.” She cupped his boys and rod.

  Noah shuddered and pushed his groin into her hand. After she’d played with him for a few seconds, he jerked back and squared his shoulders.

  “Okay, that’s it.” He swept her into his arms as though she weighed nothing.

  Jasmina curled into him, mindful not to touch his back and risk hurting his ink.

  A soft rumbling sound spilled from deep within Noah. He cradled her closer, a moment of exquisite tenderness she shouldn’t have permitted or enjoyed but hey, she wasn’t made of concrete. They caressed through the end of the balloon piece and into the beginning of the next tune, a peppy song about dancing in the street.

  When Noah lowered her to the mattress, she had a sudden thought that had eluded her until now, probably because his and Kyle’s kisses had captured all her attention.

  “We can play iTunes on my smartphone to drown out my screams. Even better, we can plug in my boombox—no batteries to run down.”

  “Excellent idea.” Kyle glanced around, snatching the stereo and a stack of CDs from the kitchen counter. He turned to Noah. “The nightstand?”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  Kyle plugged in the thing and shuffled the CDs like a stack of cards, checking out titles.

  Noah turned to Jasmina, pointing his finger at her. “Loud music doesn’t relieve you of your obligation to be quiet.”

  She licked his finger. “Okay, yessir, Master.” She turned to Kyle. “Katy Perry’s CD rocks; so does Taylor Swift’s.”

  He grimaced.

  Noah shuddered, not in a good way. “She have any Kanye?”

  “Nope. Justin Timberlake.” He shuffled some more. “Maroon 5.” He held up the CD.

  “Have to do. Crank up the volume. We’re just getting started.”

  She leaned back and toed Noah’s crotch. “Oh yeah?”

  “You’re talking again.” He pulled up her foot, kissed her toes and tickled her sole.

  She shrieked. Kyle jacked up the sound on Moves Like Jagger. “Now we got her.”

  “No!”

  She tried to crawl away but they were faster, stronger, Kyle pinning her arms, Noah tickling her mercilessly. She clawed the comforter and kicked her feet, slamming her heel into her own ankle. Wailing at the pain, she twisted like one possessed. Noah finally straddled her and had his way.

  Breathless, she went limp, unable to fight any longer. Miraculously, her surrender seemed to be what he’d wanted. Straightening, he ran his fingertips down her tummy. She coughed, gagged and settled.

  “Gonna live?” he asked.

  She screwed up her mouth at him for asking the same thing she’d asked him when they’d been at the parlor. “Maybe.” She grinned. “What did you have in mind?”

  “Kyle?” Noah inclined his head to the area behind him. “Let’s go.”

  “You got it.”

  Go? Where?

  They left the bed and toed off their sandals. Damn, they had nice feet, truly large with long toes, dark hairs at the base of each one. She imagined licking those silky strands when she was on her hands and knees, totally slavish to their utter magnificence. No…to their Domnificence. Mmm.

  Noah pulled out his waistband holster, his revolver snuggled inside. He looked over both shoulders, expression intense.

  If possible, she would have liked them wearing their holstered guns while playing with her. How hot would that be? Realistically, though, they had to be careful. “Your stuff will be safe on the floor near the bath.” She swung her finger, showing them where.

  Both men placed their weapons where she’d indicated and padded back to the bed. Her pulse skipped with anticipation laced with raw, carnal hunger. Noah stripped first, shoving his jeans and boxer briefs down, his underwear as black as his hair. Kyle’s stretchy boxers were dark gray. He had them off in a flash. Both men straightened and faced her, flaunting their goods, neither modest. With good reason.

  Their hairy calves and thighs were muscular as hell, cocks jutting from beneath the hem of their shirts, those rigid shafts defying gravity to point at her, their balls plump and lightly furred.

  She moaned quietly.

  A tangle of thick black curls surrounded the root of Noah’s rod, the column long and incredibly hard, ropy veins dashing up the length, the crown plump and ruddy with passion.

  A pearl of pre-cum glistened on the slit at the top—a satiny fluid that would be faintly salty on her tongue—while the head of his cock would be velvety in her mouth.

  Clutching the comforter, she turned to Kyle, awestruck at his male beauty. His rod’s impressive length matched Noah’s, the girth just as meaty. His pelt was dark brown, nuts drawn close to his body from arousal, his balls and crown dark with desire.

  Both men had tan lines, their skin slightly lighter on their groins, drawing her attention there.

  She patted the mattress. “Come here.”

  Neither moved.

  Time to finesse her request. “I beg of you, my most glorious Masters.”

  Noah rolled his eyes. Kyle chuckled. Adam Levine wailed from the boombox about love songs making him sick.

  They should have played Katy Perry’s Roar. Now there was a tune so good the damn thing was downright sacred.

  The guys pulled up their tees.

  “Wait.” She scurried off the bed. “Let me help.” She reached for Noah’s shirt.

  He pushed her hand away. “What did I say about not moving?”

  “Nothing. You told me not to talk.”

  “And yet you are.”

  She frowned. “You want to hurt your ink?” She turned to Kyle. “Do you? Let me help or you’ll risk screwing up your tats and being in more pain than you already are. Your choice.”

  “Help away.” Kyle threw out his arms.

  Good boy. Jasmina lifted his tee, cautious not to touch any part of his tat. The bandages were still good, no bleeding. She pitched the shirt and turned to Noah. “I’d talk but you told me not to.”

  Laughing, he turned his back to her. “Go on. Help.”

  She did, taking as much care with him as she had with Kyle, dropping the shirt at Noah’s feet. His bandages looked great too, no bleeding there either. Once their tats had healed, they were going to be beyond awesome, clear into epic.
/>   He faced her. So did Kyle.

  Their shoulders were broad and muscled. Kyle had a few freckles on his, Noah two moles on the left one. Their pecs and abs were so defined they might as well have been carved from stone. Kyle’s nipples were tiny, the halos dark brown. Noah’s were slightly larger, a chestnut shade. Dark hair peeked from their pits, surely musky with their fragrance as would be the stuff between their legs.

  She sank down to give them the blowjobs of their lives.

  Noah pulled her back up. “Uh-uh. Our game. Our rules. Before we go too far, you do have condoms, right?”

  “It’s okay if I talk now?”

  Noah crowded her. She slid her fingers down his abs, liking how they jumped beneath her touch. “I have everything we’ll need. Be right back.” She pulled three boxes of extra-large Magnums out of her nightstand drawer, putting her stash next to the boombox. “If those babies don’t fit, I have extra-extra-large freezer bags in my cabinet. Want me to get them just in case?”

  He laughed, the sound joyous and deep. “These will do. Kyle?”

  “On it.”

  On what?

  Gripping her upper arm, Kyle pulled her to the side of the bed. “Stay here.” He pointed to where she stood.

  She shifted her weight as he got on the mattress. Noah smacked her butt. She flinched and looked over.

  “He told you to stay there.” Noah pointed down to the spot. “That means don’t move.”

  “Yessir, Master. Whatever you want.”

  He kissed her hard and fast.

  Nice.

  A tapping sound caught her attention.

  “Over here.” Kyle patted the area between his legs. He’d propped her pillows behind his back, reclining against them, feet spread widely, knees bent.

  She crawled to him and stopped.

  “Come on. Sit against me.”

  “Your tat.”

  “Lean on the right side. I’ll be fine. No arguments or this stops.”

  He was killing her. They both were. She settled between his thighs, as far to the right as she could, not touching any of his bandages. Even with the angle, the head of his cock snuggled against her butt. Smiling, she pressed closer.

  Kyle positioned his legs inside hers and spread her as much as possible, his ankles keeping her from closing her thighs, her pussy fully displayed. He grabbed her hands next, holding them to her chest with one hand. “Blastoff.”

  “Roger that.” Noah climbed onto the bed, the mattress shaking with his weight. He settled between her legs, slid his hands beneath her ass and lifted her as much as he could. Before she could make a sound, Kyle turned her face to his and claimed her mouth, shoving his tongue inside.

  She grunted in appreciation.

  Noah ran his tongue up the length of her cleft, pausing and lingering on her clit. Holding the tiny nub between his teeth, he licked her ravenously. An eruption of sensations battered her, too good to withstand, too awesome to deny. Whimpering, she squirmed helplessly, unable to escape either man.

  Kyle tightened his grip and pulled her legs apart even more, proving his power, taming her. Noah worked two fingers inside her pussy, confining her further. Movement was impossible, yet she’d never been as free. Their command of her body allowed her to soar. She was their sub now, required to obey their every directive, a notion that would have made her hurl in the real world. In this bed, she welcomed her surrender and their dominance. She trusted them not to hurt her. The only thing she had to fear was falling past friendship into love.

  Uh-uh. She wouldn’t be so foolish, couldn’t be—whoa.

  Noah suckled heartily now, flicking his tongue over her nub. The insides of her thighs tensed, the mounting pressure in her pussy close to obscene in its power over her. Kyle’s kiss was rough, exactly as she craved. Perspiration ran down her temples and between her breasts. Fevered and wanting, she moaned repeatedly, the sound muted by Kyle’s tongue and Adam Levine’s Misery.

  Adam had no idea what the word meant.

  He should try holding off with these two guys. That was pure agony, both of them wanting her to come. Dammit, not yet. Once she had, this part of the evening would be over, gone forever. Even if they did the same thing repeatedly, the feelings she’d have wouldn’t be identical to those she felt now. She would’ve lost something precious, never to…

  Her mind went blurry, her climax crashing into her with the force of a hurricane, spinning her higher than she’d ever gone, heightening her senses to the point where the music was too loud, the scent of their food too intense. She squeezed her eyes, unable to withstand the light. Her arms and legs trembled. She yanked her mouth free of Kyle’s and heaved air as someone drowning would.

  Swell after swell of heat, a tingling sensation and stuff she couldn’t describe walloped her.

  She cried out joyously.

  Kyle didn’t make a move to shut her up. She would have bitten him if he’d tried. Noah stopped licking her clit. Both of them waiting as she floated down, her sheath pulsing crazily around Noah’s fingers.

  In time, he eased his hand from her and rested his chin on her mound.

  After sucking in as much air as she could and mellowing, she parted her lids.

  Noah smiled.

  She looked over.

  Kyle grinned.

  Wow, they were good Masters, cheering her on, caring about her satisfaction. She stifled a yawn. “Thanks, guys. You took me to where no woman has gone before. No man either.”

  Noah chuckled. “And we’re not even through.” He thumbed her clit.

  Jasmina gritted her teeth and tried to get away from him, pushing into Kyle so hard she elbowed his ribs. “Oh—sorry.

  “No, no, no.” She wiggled as far from Noah as she could, her nub too sensitive for him to touch. “Stop. Please.”

  He did. “You don’t like this?”

  Sure, after she had a chance to calm down. She caught more breath. “I’d like something else now.”

  “Yeah?” He glanced at the condoms.

  “Not that. Not yet. I want to do you guys first.” Bring them to their knees with her hands and mouth.

  Noah stopped reaching for the rubbers. “Isn’t this supposed to be my show…and Kyle’s?”

  “Will be after this.” She wrenched out of Kyle’s grip, crawled over his leg and left the bed, boobs wiggling, muscles rippling.

  She was all soft curves and creamy skin, no imperfection anywhere, just a few stray moles. He liked the small one on her left boob and the faint blue vein on her throat. Definitely kissable. Her hair looked redder in the light, the ends pointing in every direction as they should when a woman has fun in bed.

  Jasmina had. Her cunt had pulsated strong and long with her orgasm, sucking his fingers deeper, making him proud at what he’d accomplished with her. He could still smell her powdery-musky scent on his mouth, the fragrance doing wicked things to him, making him yearn more than he had in years. Tasting her had been a revelation, her pussy satisfying him more than he’d thought possible.

  “Okay now.” She smoothed back her hair. “Sit at the table. No, hold it, the tat on your back…the table won’t work. Neither will the bed.” She frowned then brightened, bouncing on her heels. “I got it. Both of you stand here.” She pointed down. “In front of me.”

  Noah sagged to his elbow, head in his hand. “To do what?”

  She crossed her arms beneath her breasts and lifted her chin. “You ate. I didn’t. That’s not fair even for a sub.” She pushed out her bottom lip. “Do you want me to starve?”

  God, she was something. With each passing second, he liked her more, his emotions already reaching the danger zone. Not that he wanted to put the brakes on what was happening. He’d deal with the end later…sometime in the unforeseeable future. “You want us to stand there while you eat our meals?” He glanced at Kyle. “Talk about selfish, huh?”

  “I’ll say. She needs a good spanking.”

  “Later, all right?” She bounced again. “With cuffs an
d a blindfold, maybe a gag.”

  Wow, she had this planned out. No wonder she managed Wicked Brand. How many other women her age had their shit together like she did? Which made teasing her so much fun. “I’d definitely vote for the gag.”

  “Me too.” Kyle glanced around. “See anything we could use now?”

  Noah pointed. “What about the dishrag? Big enough?”

  “Naw.” Kyle turned to the right. “The bathroom probably has huge towels.”

  “Should we have her check?”

  “I’m not moving from this spot.” She tapped her foot, keeping time with the music, shoulders bobbing too.

  He and Kyle would have to take her to a club. She’d probably kill the moves on a dance floor. “You’re not moving from that spot ever?”

  “Quit playing dumb.” She uncrossed her arms and flapped her hands. “I want to eat you guys.”

  The CD skipped again, the same as several seconds before when she’d shouted what she’d like to do to them, the sudden silence making her words much louder.

  Her face turned bright red. She looked at the floor.

  Hopefully, Alice was hard of hearing and clueless as to what was going on up here.

  “Hang on.” Kyle grabbed another CD, replacing the first one. After a short intro, Taylor Swift screeched about Romeo and Juliet.

  Noah turned to Jasmina. “You were saying?”

  She laughed. “Get your sorry asses over here. Let me give you guys a blowjob that will suck the life out of you.”

  What sane man could resist such a request? Noah did as she asked. So did Kyle.

  Jasmina licked her lips. “Who wants to go first?”

  Noah’s cock pointed at the ceiling. Clearly, he was in the most pain. “Me.”

  “Like fucking hell.” Kyle gestured to his rod. Up the thing had gone, pointing in the same direction as Noah’s.

  “I’ll decide.” She dropped to her knees and took Kyle’s pole in her palm. With a firm grip, she stroked him unhurriedly.

  His knees sagged, making him dip a little before he straightened. “Oh yeah.”

  Noah frowned. “What about me?”

  She tipped her face to his, her smile luminous. “I haven’t forgotten.” She pressed her nose to his hairy groin, sniffing him as he’d done with her pussy, sliding her hand over his ass to the furrow, seeking and finding his anus, brushing her fingers lightly over the tight ring.