Wicked Times Two

by Tina Donahue

  Jasmina laughed at how dumb he looked. “You’re right. I’m wrong. Let’s do things your way.”

  “Aw.” Noah turned to Kyle. “I think she’s starting to get what a Dom-sub relationship means.”

  “The spanking must have turned her around.”

  The fuck. Noah’s paddling made her want to be bad so they’d seriously discipline her. Next time. For now though… “Although I’d never tell my masters what to do, I am wondering…would you like to get this rolling?”

  Kyle jabbed his thumb to the left. “Off the bed.”

  “We’re doing it on the floor?” She trailed her fingers down his thigh. “Weren’t you uncomfortable there before?”

  “That’s why we’re using the mattress. Soon as you get off, I can hop on. Go on, move it.”

  Gladly. Hands together, gaze lowered, she waited impatiently for him to get comfortable. He punched the pillows numerous times and readjusted them beneath his head. After smoothing the comforter near his ass, he turned to her. “Better do what I say.” He grabbed the base of his cock and pointed the crown in her direction. “Don’t make me shoot you.”

  Laughing, she crawled onto the mattress and straddled his legs, her pussy mere inches above his cock. Their musk filled the cool air. She ran her thumb over the slippery latex, circling the crown. He shuddered. She leaned in.

  “Permission to board, Master.”

  Noah snickered.

  Kyle caught another breath. “Granted. Not too fast though. Stuffing me inside won’t be easy.”

  Noah howled.

  She frowned. Kyle gave him the finger.

  Noah turned away, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter.

  She cradled Kyle’s cock in her palm. “God, you’re beautiful.”

  His face flamed but he smiled appreciatively. “You got me beat by a thousand miles. Fuck, you’re amazing.”

  His sincerity touched her in a place she’d locked away, wanting to keep hidden forever. Tears threatened, though only for a moment. She wouldn’t allow herself any weakness with him or Noah. Her time with them was about fun. Better get started.

  She ran the tip of Kyle’s cock down her cleft, loving the look of wonder in his eyes, his deepening color. He stared as she guided his rod to her sheath, her puffy folds hugging and welcoming his hard flesh. His crown slipped past her opening effortlessly, given how wet she was, yet she couldn’t ignore his size. More than Brad and the few other men she’d dated, though not daunting.

  Air hissed through her teeth as she sank down a bit at a time, her body swallowing his, his shaft tunneling into her. Next time they’d have to tape this so she could see what he saw, his rod disappearing inside her bit by bit.

  She snatched a breath, squeezed her inner muscles to intensify the friction and took the last of him inside, their bodies touching. His chest pumped with his harsh breaths, his face so red his hair seemed blonder in comparison.

  “Fuck.” His grin spread from ear to ear. “Squeeze again.”

  His naked desire moved her as few things could, a rush of moisture seeping from her pussy, bathing his cock even more. Even so, she had another guy to please. “In a sec. Promise.” She looked over.

  Noah stood to the side, his laughter replaced with raw lust.

  She bent at the waist, the ends of her hair and nipples dangling above Kyle, ass raised in offering to Noah. She turned her face to him. “Mount me, please.”

  He looked uncomfortable suddenly, running his palms over his upper thighs. “Ah, have you ever…are you ready for…?”

  No man had taken her anally before. She’d dreamed of the act, along with having two guys at once, both of them screwing her blind. “I’m ready for you. That’s what matters. Show me how great this can be.”

  His smile was straight from the heart, touching his eyes, tenderness and desire welling within.

  Because they were becoming friends, nothing more. She wouldn’t allow anything else.

  “Do you have lubricant?” he asked.

  Of course. She’d forgot to take the tube out when she’d gotten the rubbers. “In the nightstand drawer.”

  With the lube in hand, he climbed onto the bed and rested his hand on her hip. “Tell me if you hurt. I want to know.”

  “Me too.” Kyle gritted his teeth, his features twisted in agony.

  She touched his arm. “Are you about to come?”

  “No.”

  Liar. She turned to Noah. “Better get started.”

  He slathered the mixture on her anus, working some inside the opening. The lube was surprisingly cold, his fingers hot, a decadent combination. Something hit the comforter with a muffled tap. She turned at the sound but didn’t move farther, her attention focused on her ass, Noah easing the tip of his cock into her.

  For such a large man he was amazingly gentle, taking his time even though Kyle made noises betraying his spiraling arousal.

  She forced herself to relax, not daring to tighten her muscles and make Noah’s entry harder or force Kyle over the edge. Their satisfaction and egos mattered as much as hers did. She’d never do anything to hurt either of them.

  She squeezed Kyle’s shoulder in sympathy for his spiraling lust.

  He offered a pained yet grateful smile. “Come here.”

  Always. They kissed lightly, longingly as Noah mounted her, pushing deep, working her body until his thatch touched her ass and his rod was fully within.

  He sighed.

  So did she and Kyle the second their mouths broke free.

  With his hands on her hips, Noah pumped at a steady pace, heightening her sense of them filling her to the edge of endurance. The sweetest sensation she’d ever known. She matched his rhythm, their bodies falling into an easy pace, her pussy sliding up and down Kyle’s rod, Noah banging her anus.

  Crazy good. With a little luck they’d last for minutes. They could shoot for three and possibly get to five. Something to brag about on Facebook until the site banned her.

  Could be worth it.

  Still pumping, Noah leaned over her, gliding one hand across her breasts, tugging her nipples. She smiled. Kyle slid his hand between their bodies and stroked her clit.

  She stiffened at his touch, her body hypersensitive. “Stop. I don’t want to come.”

  Noah stopping playing with her boobs.

  “Not you. Kyle. Don’t rub my clit. I want to hold off.”

  “And I don’t?”

  He sounded farther gone than she had.

  Noah wasn’t any better. Straightening, he concentrated on his thrusts, huffing away as though he was about to die.

  “Slower.” She tried to smack him but connected with air.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “No. I don’t want to come yet. Slow down.”

  “Can’t—sorry.” He dug his fingers into her hips and pumped like a demon.

  “Well shit, if he’s not slowing down, neither am I.” Kyle rubbed her clit harder, faster. He jerked his hips, his body meeting hers as she sank down his cock.

  The bedsprings pinged; the frame groaned.

  Panting, she fought to hold off, perspiration stinging her eyes, calves aching, clit begging for release. Hell. If Noah and Kyle wanted to sail off the edge, fine with her. She tightened her inner muscles around their cocks, timing her moves to when they pulled out of her, increasing the friction to an impossible level.

  “God,” Noah shouted.

  Her nub agreed, sending ripples of heat and a swirl of release through her mound, thighs and chest. Her yowls synchronized with his.

  Kyle bucked into her twice more, stiffened, yelled and collapsed, his face maroon, eyes hooded. A smile spread across his face, smug as all get out. Maybe because he’d lasted one second longer than she or Noah had.

  Noah would have gladly given a few years of his life to pass out as Kyle had. He couldn’t though, not when there was stuff to do.

  As soon as he pulled out of Jasmina, she crawled over Kyle’s leg and headed for the edge of the mattr
ess.

  “Stay here.” Noah grabbed her ankle. “I have this.”

  She looked over. “You’re tired.”

  He stifled a yawn. “I insist. I’m the master, remember?”

  She sank to her side. “There are fresh washcloths and towels in the bath.”

  Good thing she’d told him. He’d planned to use napkins from their meal or the dishrag he’d seen earlier. “Be right back.” He brushed his lips over hers, liking her smile against his.

  Her bathroom had blue-and-white daisy wallpaper, similar to the designs on her plates. The small space smelled of baby powder. For the rest of his days, the fragrance would remind him of her.

  When he and Kyle had discussed asking Jasmina to join them for a threesome, Noah hadn’t considered enjoying himself this much. He figured there’d be good sex, not that she’d be pissing great in bed and out—feisty, affectionate, unpredictable but always making him smile.

  He looked in the mirror, his grin no surprise.

  Talking to her was unbelievably easy, like with a guy. Goofing around was the best.

  Despite his fatigue, he made fast work of ditching his rubber, washing off and patting himself dry. With a damp washcloth and towel in hand, he headed back to bed.

  She reached for the cloth.

  “I have this.” He sat on the edge of the mattress and tended to her. “Did I hurt you at all? I want you to tell me if I did.”

  “No. You were great. Gentle, like now.”

  He recalled his frenzied thrusts and quirked his mouth, ashamed for losing control.

  “Does your tat hurt?”

  He hadn’t noticed until she mentioned the thing. “Just some stinging. Otherwise, I’m good.”

  “When you go back to bed, I’ll take off the bandages, give your skin a chance to breathe.”

  “No lube?” He’d been looking forward to her massaging him.

  “Sure. After I wash your back with warm water. You have to keep the tat super clean. Do you want to go into law someday?”

  Whoa. Where had that come from? “I don’t know.” He shrugged, not used to talking about personal stuff with the women he dated. “If I did change careers, I’d want to wait until I’d paid off my loans before committing to more school. The thought of having fifty thousand dollars or more in debt makes my skin crawl.” He placed the folded towel and washcloth on the floor.

  “But do you want to? That’s what I asked, not what you would do but what you want to do.”

  He turned to her. “I don’t know. I haven’t given the subject much thought since I became a cop. It’s a good job, steady pay.”

  “If it’s not your dream, you shouldn’t settle. Never do, no matter how bleak things look.” She wagged her finger at him.

  He cuffed her wrist and kissed her palm. “How’d you get to be so wise?”

  “Didn’t know I was.” She curled her fingers on his cheek. “I thought I talked too much.”

  Aw. “Did I hurt your feelings before? I was just messing with your head.”

  “Yeah?”

  “It’s so easy, I couldn’t resist.”

  She smacked his biceps with her free hand. Suddenly, Noah wasn’t tired anymore. He pushed her to the mattress and captured her mouth, kissing her hard, wet and deep. She came alive in his arms, shoving her hands through his hair, winding her legs around his hips. They rocked and squirmed in an effort to get closer to each other, her breasts crushed against his chest, his cock nestled against her cunt.

  Good God, he was getting hard again. Growling, he pulled free and pulled a condom out of the box.

  She rolled to the side to get on her knees.

  “No. Lie back with your ass against the edge of the mattress, arms above your head.”

  Like the perfect sub, she did precisely what he’d asked, her position leaving her fully vulnerable to him. He rolled the condom on as quickly as he could and left the bed. Standing over her, he grabbed her ankles and propped them on his shoulders.

  Her eyebrows shot to her hairline. “Wow.”

  Damn straight. He had a bird’s-eye view of her cunt and the sight was spectacular.

  “Hang on.” He filled her in one thrust, their bodies smacking against each other. The best sounds he’d heard all night, while her inner heat and snug fit…wow. Her body caressed his as a woman’s should do with a man, the inviting warmth making the room twirl.

  Rather than pumping like a fiend, he controlled himself this time, a slow, steady slide of his cock in and out of her cunt. Her moisture glistened on his rod, her boobs wiggling prettily with each measured thrust. When he rested his hand on her mound and thumbed her clit, her mouth fell open.

  Color rose from her chest to her throat and face, deepening her complexion. After a brief struggle, she surrendered fully, her lids sliding down.

  He loved her good this time, better than the first, tenderness mingling with passion.

  She tightened her muscles around his cock, her sheath hugging him each time he pulled back. When he pumped inside once more, she relaxed, attuned to his needs, giving him a ride that showed she cared about his enjoyment.

  Pleasure built quickly, the same as earlier. He fought the nagging need to thrust harder, faster, and saw to her pleasure instead, stroking her clit, drawing her nearer the edge.

  Her pussy narrowed around his shaft, her channel congested with desire, the same as his balls and cock.

  “Now please.” She arched her back. “Or I’ll die.”

  He obeyed, pushing them past restraint.

  She pressed her mouth to her upper arm, quieting her cries, no doubt to avoid disturbing Kyle. Noah clenched his jaw, grunting as softly as he could until he’d used the last of his breath.

  His head dropped between his shoulders.

  Before his heart had a chance to slow, she brought her legs down and guided him to the mattress.

  “Wait. Gotta take care of this.” He ditched the rubber in the waste can.

  Once he was in bed on his stomach, she pressed her lips to his cheek, making him want her again.

  He tried to lift his arm to pull her close but couldn’t; the damn thing was too heavy.

  “Sleep.” She ran her fingers over his ear. “I’ll take off your bandages while you do.”

  Kyle jerked awake from a sound he couldn’t identify. He looked over. Noah was face down on the mattress, Jasmina peeling the bandages off his back.

  Damn. Noah’s tat was nearly as cool as Kyle’s. Tor had done a fantastic job.

  Jasmina glanced up and caught his eye. She smiled. “You’re next.”

  “For what?”

  “Taking off your bandages. Your skin needs to breathe.”

  Whatever. As long as she was touching him, life was good. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to realize or didn’t care that he could unwrap himself since his tat was on his chest.

  After she dropped the bandages in the waste can, she padded back to Noah’s side and studied his design.

  Kyle leaned closer. “Is he okay?”

  “Oh yeah. No problems at all. Let’s look at you.”

  He held out his arms as if he were being crucified. She giggled.

  “Relax.” She stroked his upper thigh, next to his balls.

  No way was he going to chill with her touching him there. His cock stirred, wanting inside her. Restraining himself, he slid his hand over her fingers. “Have you ever thought of becoming a tattoo artist? You seem to know a lot about the process.”

  “Only because I work at Wicked Brand. That’s my job. To make certain everything runs smoothly.”

  “Was a tattoo parlor what you wanted to get into when you got your degree?”

  She grinned. “I got the job first when I was in high school.”

  “Wow, a real go-getter, huh? Are you planning on moving into something else later?”

  “I was when Frank, the original owner, was there. The place was practically bankrupt. Not now. Since Lauren took over—she’s Frank’s daughter, by the way—the pla
ce has expanded like crazy. We’ve already hired four more artists and put in new workstations. I even have some ideas on where the parlor should go from here.”

  “Tell me.” He patted the mattress next to him. “I want to know.”

  She sat on the edge and rested her hand on his stomach, her little finger grazing the edge of his pelt.

  His shaft responded instantly, lengthening, hardening.

  She leaned in. “Sure you want to talk?”

  Yeah. Sex could wait for a few secs. “I do.”

  She smiled. “With Tor and Van Gogh’s talent, along with some of the other staff, I think we can franchise the place.”

  “No shit?”

  “Absolutely. Lauren hires only the best artists. She pays better than anyone in the area, has health insurance, a 401k, vacation time, all the benefits. With the designs everyone’s been coming up with, the place can expand. I know it. Lauren asked me to put together a proposal. I’ve been working on the details for days. We’ll need a bible of what we expect from franchisees and details of their financial commitments, but this is totally doable.”

  He traced her fingers, loving her enthusiasm. “You go, girl.”

  She blushed. “If I hadn’t thought of a franchise, Lauren would have. She’s the one who decided Van Gogh and Tor should ink customers in the window. That step alone increased our foot traffic by sixty percent, maybe more now. I haven’t checked recently. Are you going to become a vet someday?”

  Huh? “You mean leave the force and go back to school?”

  “Yeah, sure.”

  She made a major life and career change sound so easy. “Ah…”

  “You still like horses, right?”

  “Well yeah, but by the time I would graduate, I’d be older than the other vets.” Life was bad enough with schoolkids regarding him as though he was ready for the grave. If his peers behaved the same, things could get depressing fast. “Plus the cost.”

  “It’s only money. Don’t give up on your dreams. Don’t let anyone talk you out of them. Not even you.”

  Wow. “You should be a motivational speaker.”

  She pecked the side of his mouth. “You’re too sweet.”

  Fuck that. He cupped her face, kissing her breathless and himself into the Mount Everest of hard-ons. When their mouths parted, she curled her fingers around his.