Pink: Hot 'n Sexy for a cure: The Books for Boobies 2015 Anthology

by Tara Oakes

  Ask if they have a fucking husband.

  Safety first.

  Never take them home.

  Kick them out right after.

  Don't fuck them again for at least a few weeks, if ever again.

  No strings attached.

  Always be honest and never lead them on.

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  THREE IS BETTER THAN TWO

  SIBLING RIVALRY

  T. S. Irons

  Sitting at my vanity, I pulled up my hair and applied my makeup. Tonight was the children’s gala and my stepsons were my escorts. I would have been happy to go with Derek, but God forbid he’d get the ‘one up’ on Damon. At times, I felt more like a referee than a stepmom to those boys. After applying my lipstick, I pushed the chair back and stood up straight. My black satin strapless gown hugged me in all the right places. The thigh high slit showed off my toned legs. All I needed to do was grab my clutch and I was ready to go.

  As I walked down the staircase, Damon and Derek were already waiting for me. They were identically dressed in Ralph Lauren tuxedos, but that’s where the comparison ended. While Derek looked at me with awe, Damon looked like he wanted to bend me over the railing and fuck me.

  “The driver is here. Are you ready to go, Cassie?” Derek asked.

  “All set,” I replied.

  Damon walked out the door first, while Derek stood back and motioned for me to exit next. We each got into the limo. I ended up sitting in the middle.

  “Drink?” Damon asked, popping the champagne cork.

  “Sure,” I replied, somehow thinking I would need it to get through the evening.

  Damon poured the bubbly and handed me the first glass. “Derek?” he asked, offering up the bottle.

  “No, I’ll stick with beer. That stuff goes straight to my head and we’re going to the gala to represent Wade Oil. I won’t be making a fool of myself tonight.”

  “Ah, but the night is young, brother!” Damon replied, lifting his champagne flute in a silent toast.

  “That’s what I’m afraid of,” Derek muttered under his breath, so only I could hear it.

  At the party, we mingled separately, but I was very aware of the fact that Damon and Derek both kept their eyes on me. I wasn’t sure if their attention repulsed me or turned me on.

  Finally, we sat down to dinner at a round table that sat eight people. I ended up between my stepsons. An orchestra played as I ate my salmon. Damon leaned into my ear. I could feel his warm breath on my neck and it sent a chill down my spine. “God, these things are torture.”

  I didn’t look his way, but simply said, “I never did peg you as the philanthropic type.”

  “That’s a mighty big word coming from a model,” he teased.

  “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, so why don’t you shut your fucking mouth, and stop being so condescending,” I whispered back, with a smile on my face, so my table mates didn’t sense my disgust.

  Damon pulled away, sat back in his seat, and took a bite of his steak. I placed my fork on the china plate and began playing with the napkin on my lap. The waiter whisked my plate away, while Derek motioned to him that he was also finished with his meal. A few people took to the dance floor, as the lights dimmed.

  “Would you like to dance, Cassie?” Derek asked.

  “Please,” I replied, looking for an excuse to leave Damon behind at the table.

  The strains of a Sinatra tune filled the room as Derek took me in his arms, keeping a proper distance. I turned my back to the table so I couldn’t see Damon staring at us.

  “You looked like you needed saving back there,” Derek observed.

  “I did, thank you. I will never figure out how you two are brothers, let alone twins.”

  Derek chuckled. “We are night and day, black and white…”

  “Devil and angel,” I said, cutting him off mid sentence.

  “Damon’s a pain in the ass, but he’s not a bad guy—deep down.”

  “Pain in the ass, I totally get. Being a good guy, I’m not sure about that yet.”

  Derek shrugged his shoulders. “We mingled and donated money to a good cause. I’d say our job is done. What do you say we hit the bar?”

  “Great idea,” I agreed.

  At eleven o’clock, the limo picked us up from the party, and we headed home. I had drunk too much champagne with Derek and we were both buzzed, but that didn’t stop Damon from opening one more bottle as we drove along the highway. We were laughing about some poor woman and her unfortunate fashion decision for the evening, when I felt a warm hand on my thigh. Looking down, I realized it was Damon’s. I placed my hand on top of his to push him away, but he simply moved his hand further up the slit of my dress until he was touching my panties. My breath hitched.

  “What are you doing, Damon?” Derek asked, his voice slightly slurred.

  “The same thing you’ve been longing to do for months, Derek.” After he muttered those words, Damon grabbed me behind the neck and pulled me into a kiss. The air went out of me and I couldn’t breathe. My lips were unmoving, but Damon’s tongue worked its way between my lips, and I gave into the kiss. He pulled back, his eyes heavy with lust, as he hit the button to raise the privacy screen that separated us from the driver.

  “Kiss her, Derek. You know you want to,” Damon taunted his brother.

  My chest was heaving in anticipation, as I waited to see what Derek would do. In the dark interior of the backseat, I could sense his inner struggle. The sexual tension in the air was palpable. I turned my body toward him, leaned in, and kissed him. He responded with intense emotion. The kiss was so—I don’t even know how to describe it. I was so caught up in the feelings that kiss stirred deep inside me, I didn’t realize Damon was unzipping my gown and unhooking my bra.

  Derek kissed me again, our tongues dancing with delight, while Damon reached around and fondled my breasts. I wasn’t thinking straight. My body was humming with excitement and it was winning out over logic.

  Derek pulled back, panting for air. He pulled at his bow tie and said in a low, husky voice. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

  “That doesn’t sound very convincing,” Damon provoked. “You want her. We both do. And I reckon Cassie wants this just as badly as we do, don’t you, Cassie?” he purred in a voice so smooth, it could charm the panties off a nun.

  “Yes,” I replied, in a barely audible tone, as I reached back and caressed Damon’s neck with my hand.

  Derek didn’t say a word, but his mouth found my erect nipple and he began to suck. Damon reached for my crotch with his free hand and put two fingers inside my panties. “You’re wet already, Cassie. You’re such a naughty girl. Why don’t you lean back against me and let Derek, take this dress off so we can have some fun?”

  I leaned into Damon’s strong chest and lifted my hips off the leather seat as Derek slipped the dress off me. The panties were next. Then, Derek kneeled on the floor, spread my legs with his palms, and began to lick my clit. I could feel Damon’s erection poking my back as we both watched Derek pleasure me. The faster he licked, the harder Damon pinched my nipples. It was sensory overload and I quickly climaxed, biting my bottom lip so I wouldn’t cry out my ecstasy and be overheard by the limo driver.

  Derek sank back on his heels, while Damon pushed me forward toward his brother, who was unzipping his trousers to free his cock. I took hold of his dick and stroked it a few times, enjoying the length and girth, before I began to suck. As I knelt on the seat sucking Derek, I could hear Damon unzipping his trousers, and the sound of foil ripping from a condom packet. A few seconds later, he was thrusting into me, his chest pressed against my spine in the cramped space.

  Derek ran his fingers through my hair as I sucked his cock. “Oh God, Cassie, you’re gonna mak
e me come,” he whispered in a strained voice.

  I didn’t respond; I just doubled my efforts to get him off. The low growl from the back of his throat told me I had accomplished my mission. I swallowed his load and then licked my lips. Derek leaned his back against the door and watched his brother continue to fuck me, at one point grabbing a fist full of my hair and pulling my head back so I was looking at the ceiling. I could feel his cock getting harder, larger and knew it wouldn’t be long until Damon reached his release as well. Within the next few seconds, Damon was pushing my body down onto the leather as he pushed inside me as far as he could. Lying on top of me, he bit my shoulder as he came hard.

  No one said a word. The only sounds filling the limo were our ragged breaths. Damon took his weight off me, removed the condom, and threw it in the waste bin. I sat up on the seat, reaching for my clothes, my hand touching Derek’s as he reached for them at the same time. He handed my bra to me as he took a seat. I needed to get dressed, but it was hot and I felt trapped in the small confines of the limo. I didn’t even know how close to home we were because the windows were all fogged up.

  “Turn around, I’ll help you,” Derek offered, as he placed the bra over my boobs and hooked the back.

  Damon zipped up his trousers and then took a swig of champagne straight from the bottle. He handed it to me and I did the same. Derek took the bottle from me and finished it off, while Damon helped me back into my gown. It was perfect timing as the limo came to a halt at the front steps of our home.

  We managed to make it to the front door, stumbling slightly, in our drunken haze. When we reached the foyer, Derek closed and locked the front door of the mansion. I came down with a fit of the giggles. “I’m not wearing any panties,” I said.

  “I know,” Damon replied, pulling them from his coat pocket, and dangling them from his finger.

  I reached to grab them, but he was too quick for me.

  “Sorry, Mom, these are a little souvenir.”

  Damon calling me mom felt like cold water being splashed on my face. It was sobering. I wasn’t laughing anymore as I turned my back on him and began climbing the staircase, holding onto the banister for support.

  Derek rushed to my aid, and his arm gently wrapped around my waist as he helped me up the stairs. Damon followed behind, silent and sulking. When we reached the second floor landing, Damon came up beside me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, changing our direction.

  “What are you doing? My bedroom is the other way.”

  “Derek didn’t get the chance to fuck your pussy yet. You don’t want to deny him the opportunity, and I don’t think that he or I want to do that in Daddy’s bed,” he said, his voice so smooth and dark, I couldn’t help but be drawn in by it.

  Derek stopped in his tracks, but Damon and I continued to walk. I turned my head and observed ‘that look,’ the look that only twins share, as if they were mentally communicating with one another. Their faces were expressionless, so when Derek joined us, I was surprised.

  We ended up in Damon’s room. I was never a big fan of his decor. It was dark, black lacquer furniture, with red trim accents. It felt like I had descended into hell and the devil was Damon. I knew it was wrong and that I should run, but when Derek began kissing my neck and caressing my bare shoulders, my resolve crumbled.

  The two of them undressed me and I found myself naked, in the middle of Damon’s bed, propped up on my elbows staring at the twins. They began to undress, not looking at each other. They only had eyes for me. I drank them in, enjoying the differences in their naked frames. Where Damon’s cock was average length, but thick Derek’s was long and thinner in comparison. At that moment, I didn’t have a preference. I wanted them both.

  They crawled up along side me on the bed. Derek began fondling and sucking my tits. Damon kissed me, slipping his tongue in my mouth as his fingers slipped inside my pussy. I let out a soft sigh, feeling like I was in heaven with two mouths, four hands, and twenty fingers giving me pleasure.

  Derek planted soft kisses along my abdomen, making his way down to the apex of my thighs. Pushing Damon’s hand away, he said, “It’s my turn.”

  Damon let out a soft chuckle and he lay back on the pillow and watched Derek go down on me. I reached for Damon’s cock and started stroking, while Derek’s tongue sent me into a frenzy. My free hand tangled through Derek’s short hair, tugging, urging him to pick up the pace.

  To my dismay, Derek pulled away and sat up on his knees. He glanced at Damon, who read his brother’s mind, and reached into the top drawer of his bedside table to pull out a condom. Damon threw it to Derek, who caught it with one hand. He ripped the foil packet open and rolled the latex over his erection. Ever so slowly, Derek sank into me. In and out at a luxurious pace, Derek fucked me. It was a style of sex I wasn’t used to. Jackson was a typical alpha male—controlling and dominant in our relationship. With Derek, I was feeling…cherished.

  Damon brought me out of my head as he leaned in and whispered, “You look like you’ve died and gone to heaven. Do you like how Derek fucks, Cassie?”

  I closed my eyes to concentrate on how Derek felt inside me—hard and strong, yet gentle all at the same time. I couldn’t respond to Damon’s question, I merely nodded my head to agree. Derek pressed his body against mine and rolled me over on the mattress, so he was on the bottom and I was straddling him. His dick was all the way inside me now and I let out an audible sigh as I began to rock back and forth on his cock. Rubbing my clit against his pelvis, I felt that familiar tingle in the pit of my stomach. I splayed my hands over his strong chest. I was so close. “You’re going to make me come, Derek,” I whispered, my breathing shallow.

  “Come, Cassie,” Damon demanded. And I did. Damon was up on his knees, grabbing a tube of lube from the nightstand. He crawled behind me and caressed my bottom. “God, you have the most beautiful ass.”

  I felt his finger circle my puckered hole, teasing me for a few seconds, until he slipped his finger inside me. Derek was thrusting up into me, while Damon moved his finger in and out. I heard the familiar tear of another condom packet and shortly thereafter, Damon was slowly slipping his erection into my ass.

  “Oh God,” I moaned as the brothers found a rhythm as their cocks moved in sync. I had never experienced double penetration before. Feeling them both inside me at the same time made me so wet and aroused a second orgasm began to build deep within. Derek was squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples. I titled my head back and mewled.

  “Oh fuck,” Derek ground out as he pumped into me with a vengeance as his orgasm overtook him. He let go of my breasts and spread his arms out on the bed, his chest heaving up and down panting for air.

  I lay on top of him and could feel his heart racing as Damon continued to plow into me from behind. “Shit Cassie, you’re so tight,” he said under his breath. With one final push, he stilled as he exploded inside me.

  Breathless, we lay in bed. I was in the middle and the men were on each side of me. The sheen of perspiration glistened in the soft glow of the lamplight. Damon placed his forearm over his eyes and laughed. “That was fucking hot.”

  I didn’t say a thing; I simply looked over at Derek, who looked back at me with intense eyes. After a few minutes, Damon had fallen off to sleep, leaving Derek and me alone.

  “I should go back to my room,” I said suddenly shy.

  Derek nodded and got out of bed. He extended his hand to help me stand. I took it and a tingle of excitement coursed through my veins. Together we gathered our clothes off the carpet and quietly left Damon to sleep. Our bedrooms were in opposite directions, so I turned to the left and walked away. Derek remained in place, watching me.

  I closed my bedroom door behind me with a soft click, leaned against the door, and let out the breath I’d been holding in. I knew I was drunk. I could easily blame my indiscretion on the booze. Deep down, however, I knew that what had transpired tonight was my doing. I could have stopped it, if I really wanted to, but I hadn
’t wanted to. I made my way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Standing under the invigorating stream of water, I tried to wash the memory of what had happened tonight down the drain. Cleanse myself from my sin. It was no use.

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  THE BAD-ASS BIKERS

  FALLING STAR

  Scorpio Stinger MC Series

  Jani Kay

  ONE: Ryder

  Never would I have thought that breaking my own rules would come to this. Love wasn’t what I expected when I saved a woman—the only woman who could push all my buttons and drive me insane—from a douche-bag boyfriend.

  One year later and she had me well and truly by the balls. And the heartstrings. Jade Summers had invaded my life and I fucking loved it. Once I got beyond her snooty rich girl act and fucked her on the back of my bike, there was no going back.

  I chuckled to myself as I made plans for our anniversary. I wanted my Princess to scream my name out into the darkness just as she had that first night. It never got old and I’d never grow tired of fucking her.

  “Where are you taking me?” she asked as she held on to my shoulder and climbed onto the back of my bike.

  Resting a hand on her knee, I grinned. “It’s a surprise.”

  “What? You hate surprises.” Her throaty laugh had an edge of excitement in it.

  Unlike me, Jade loved surprises. And this one was a no-brainer really. There was nowhere else or anyone else I’d rather be with than this amazing woman. But words were never going to explain how I felt about her. There was only one way I knew how to make her understand how fucking much I loved her.

  And that was by showing her.

  “Hold on, baby,” I said as I opened the Harley’s throttle and drove toward Mullholland Drive.