Sinful Pleasures

by Ashley Shay

  Putting his leg between her knees, he parted her wide, grasping his cock with one hand to guide it into her body. He liked to tease, slipping the head in and holding still until he couldn’t wait any longer. Then he took it a step further, watching his lover’s face while he slowly shoved himself to the limit.

  Jude’s eyes darkened with his descent until her irises were nearly black. When he buried himself fully, she gasped his name in a shivering whisper. The tone of her voice sent an echoing shudder through his body. His balls tightened in response to her pleasure. He stroked her hard until he could calm down enough to last.

  Rolling onto his side, Dallas pulled Jude with him, holding on to her hips so that Morgan could make his entrance. She thought she was ready for this, but Dallas knew it would be a shock when Morgan entered her. After the initial burst of pain, it would be the most incredible experience she would ever encounter. The feel of both of them shoving against her erogenous spots would have her screaming with her release.

  Dallas pulled halfway out to give Morgan room, feeling his friend begin his entry. Jude stiffened, her body trying to pull away from the invasion. She whimpered quietly, shoving tightly against him as Morgan began his penetration, stretching her so fully that Dallas could feel him through her soft vaginal walls.

  Fighting the urge to stroke her, Dallas quivered as he felt the pulsing of Jude’s pussy and the pressure of Morgan’s cock pushing against the thin membrane of flesh, putting an agonizing amount of force on the head of Dallas’s penis. Dallas groaned, fighting to keep from losing control. Jude wasn’t ready yet. He needed to stay still, to let her adjust to both of them before they found the sexual dance that would release them into an explosive climax.

  Morgan looked over Jude’s shoulder at him, holding his gaze. Dallas knew he felt it, too, the strength of their cocks shoving at each other and fighting for space causing their own sensual assault on the other and making the oncoming climax harder to avoid. If Morgan shoved deeper into Jude’s ass, then Dallas felt it. If Dallas thrust inward, he could feel the head of Morgan’s erection be pushed back so that he could fill the space in Jude’s pussy. The feeling couldn’t be explained. It had to be experienced to understand the raw sexuality of it. Dallas thought if it felt this good to them, then the sensations coursing through Jude must be mind-blowing.

  With a bump of his hips, Dallas began to thrust in and out of Jude’s pussy, feeling Morgan return the rhythm. Jude’s pussy muscles squeezed him tightly, and Morgan’s hard shaft collided with the head of Dallas’s cock through the thin layer of Jude’s vaginal walls. Dallas began to sweat with his effort not to come. He would hold on for as long as possible, waiting until Jude and Morgan were ready.

  * * * *

  Jude couldn’t believe how good it felt to have Dallas inside her. He filled her with his hardness while the base of his cock pushed against the swollen flesh of her clit, making her jerk with every grind of his pelvis. She didn’t try to stop the soft groans of pleasure that burst from her lips as his hands and mouth worked her with the finesse of a master. When she was feeling the beginning of her climax, he rolled her onto her side, grasping her hips tightly.

  She felt a jolt of fear and anticipation when she realized he was positioning her for Morgan. With Dallas holding tightly on to her hips, she felt Morgan part her cheeks and insert his lubricated finger into her anus, and the pressure was exquisite. She could feel him along with Dallas’s thick shaft, and the double sensation left her giddy with need. She shoved back against Morgan’s finger, wanting to feel more.

  “That’s right, darlin’, it feels good, doesn’t it?”

  The head of his cock replaced his finger, shoving lightly against the tight ring of muscles. “Push back on me, just like you did with my finger,” Morgan murmured in her ear. She felt his breath whisper across her skin, distracting her from the nearly painful pressure of his penis. “C’mon, darlin’, push.”

  Jude tried. She forced her hips backward, unprepared for the jolt of discomfort she felt as his large head forced its way into her body. She halted instinctively, not ready for the feeling of being torn apart. A whimper tore from her throat, and she tried to escape the strain of her anal muscles being stretched too far. Yanking forward, she found herself impaled on Dallas’s unyielding cock.

  Morgan gentled her. “It’s okay. Relax. It will stop in a minute. Remember your first time having sex? It hurt a little, too, didn’t it? This is just the same. In a minute, you’re gonna be loving this.”

  Jude nodded, trying to force herself to loosen up. Dallas groaned and began to thrust in and out, shoving her back against Morgan’s hard cock. His movements buried Morgan into her ass until she couldn’t take another inch from either of them. The tenderness blossomed into a rush of pleasure so intense it was another type of pain altogether.

  Jude could feel herself losing control. She couldn’t reach her climax fast enough. Inside her body, the two men warred in a jousting competition to bring her to orgasm. Her anal muscles clamped around Morgan, refusing to let him exit her body while she chased the liquid pleasure pumping through her veins.

  Her fingernails sank deep into Dallas’s arms as she pulled him closer, begging him with fevered pleas to make her come. Nearly insane with need, she felt Dallas and Morgan meet on opposite sides of her vaginal walls, and she crashed into a burst of release that drew a low scream of pleasure from her lips.

  Still connected, Dallas and Morgan held her gently, dropping kisses on her face, shoulders, and back. Both of the men stroked and petted her, giving Jude time to bask in the glow of her climax.

  “That felt fucking incredible, darlin’.” Morgan’s hands gently kneaded the muscles of her shoulders. “Did we hurt you?”

  “No,” Jude sighed, barely able to answer. “I didn’t know it could be like that. I’ve never been so fulfilled. Never.”

  Dallas smoothed her hair back, planting a kiss on her forehead. “We want your happiness, Jude. It can be like this forever, you know.”

  “We’d have to get married if we want it to last forever,” Jude said sleepily, tilting her head back for Morgan’s upside down kiss.

  “I’m willing,” Dallas volunteered. “If you want to get married, babe, I’m your man.”

  Jude’s eyes flew open. “You want to marry me?”

  Dallas nodded. “Does that surprise you?”

  “I guess it does,” Jude admitted. “I thought this arrangement was more like a game to you guys.”

  “No. Not a game, Jude. We talked this over months before we approached you. Why do you think we came into the store every day? I mean there’s only so many sex toys a man can use. We came to see you, honey,” Morgan said.

  Jude looked back and forth at the two men. “You’d be okay with me marrying Dallas?”

  “Sure, just as long as you marry me too.” Morgan gave her a heart-stopping smile.

  Jude drew them into a hug, tears streaming down her cheeks. She turned to kiss one and then the other. “I want a wedding ring with three intertwining bands to represent us. Can we do that?”

  Morgan and Dallas both kissed her at once, making room for each other as they claimed her mouth in a heart-stealing kiss that promised a happy future.

  Chapter Eleven

  “It’s safe,” Dallas said, coming downstairs from checking the store out. After the attempt on Jude he wanted to make sure no one had vandalized the place overnight.

  Fishing his cell phone out of his pocket, Morgan headed for the stockroom. “I’ll make a pot of coffee and call Bishop to see if he’ll trade shifts with one of us for tomorrow.” Fifteen minutes later, the door opened and Tracey walked under Bishop’s arm as he held the door open for her. Tracey looked animated, and to Jude’s surprise, stone-faced Bishop had a smile on his face. Well, she amended, he had a smile whenever he looked at Tracey.

  With her usual energy, Tracey ran to give Jude a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me you were attacked? I had to find out from Sandy Trujillo.”
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br />   “How do you know Officer Trujillo? Are you both members of the Five Foot Nothing Club?” Jude couldn’t help but tease her sister. She felt guilty she hadn’t called her or stopped by to visit their grandmother.

  Tracey drew herself up to her full five-foot height. “Quit trying to change the subject. What happened?”

  Jude poured a cup of Folgers for each of them. They went into the video parlor to drink their coffee while she explained to Tracey what had happened the day before.

  “Sounds like something Steven would do,” Tracey said without giving it any thought. “He’s a coward, and we both know he feels Sinful Pleasures is a stumbling block to his future career in state politics.”

  “Who’s Steven?” Bishop Taylor asked from the doorway. He stood with his shoulder against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, looking lethal even though he was in a relaxed stance.

  “Jude’s ex-husband. He’s a real bastard,” Tracey volunteered. “He’s so uptight he makes a priest look sexually liberated.”

  “Tracey!”

  Tracey shrugged unrepentantly. “The man has issues, Jude. You know that.”

  Bishop looked like he might strangle on the laugh he choked back. “Has he ever threatened you?”

  “No,” Jude answered.

  “Yes,” Tracey corrected. “Don’t you remember he told you he would get rid of you one way or another?”

  Jude shook her head in resignation. Once Tracey got her mind set on something, she wouldn’t let it go. “He didn’t mean that, Trace. At least he didn’t mean it the way it sounded. Steven is not going to do anything to hurt his chance at a political career. Besides, he can use me as an example of how he distances himself from the wicked temptations of the world. I’m not a threat to him. I’m a bonus.”

  Uncrossing his arms, Bishop stepped away from the door. “I’ve got to get back to the station. If you need anything, Trace, give me a call.”

  Tracey gave him a sultry look. “What sort of things, fireman?”

  “You know, like your cat gets stuck in a tree, or you got a fire you can’t put out by yourself. I’m talking about those types of emergencies.”

  “Serious stuff,” Tracey agreed. “Can I find you in the book? I might have an emergency while you’re not on duty.”

  Jude stared openmouthed at her little sister.

  What an operator.

  Tracey had always been a natural flirt, but she was taking it to another level with Bishop. He nearly had the keys to the kingdom in his hand already.

  Bishop took a business card out of his wallet and handed it to Tracey. “Call me.”

  Jude watched his eyes as he looked at her sister. In her opinion, a person’s eyes truly were windows into their soul. Bishop Taylor had stormy blue eyes, changeable and dark, the color of a deep ocean or twilight sky. He had an aura of danger about him that gave Jude cold chills, but her sister seemed totally oblivious. When Bishop looked at Tracey, the hardness left his eyes to be replaced by hunger. Jude wasn’t sure that made him any safer. In fact, she thought her sister might be fanning a fire she couldn’t control.

  When Bishop closed the door behind him Tracey turned to Jude with shining eyes. “Isn’t he sexy?”

  “He’s scary.”

  Tracey rolled her eyes. “Yeah, like Morgan and Dallas are a couple of cream puffs”

  * * * *

  “I told you today would be boring,” Jude said, twisting the key to lock the shop. “No crazed madmen, no threatening phone calls. You wasted a day sitting here watching me.”

  “Honey, any day spent with you is not a waste,” Dallas answered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as they walked to Morgan’s truck.

  “We need to go to the hospital and check on your grandmother before we take you back to the apartment.” Morgan stopped at his truck, opened the door, and helped Jude into the middle of the seat.

  “You’re taking me back to my apartment tonight?” Jude asked in surprise.

  Morgan dropped a fast kiss on her lips. “Only long enough to pack an overnight bag.”

  Before the men had their seatbelts fastened Jude got a call on her cell phone. The caller was Tracey.

  “I think I found a nursing home for grams,” she said without preamble. “They specialize in stroke victims and they have a room available now.”

  “That’s wonderful,” Jude exclaimed. “When can we see the place?”

  “Anytime. That’s what I like about Shady Acres. Family members can visit the premises day or night. The administrator told me scheduled visits were appreciated, but not mandatory. We should go look it over tomorrow if you want to sign a lease.”

  “Give me a call when you want to go. Love you, sis.” Jude flipped the phone shut with a sense of relief.

  “Sounds like good news,” Morgan said, pulling the truck away from the curb and into traffic heading out of town.

  “I’m going to go with Tracey to look at a nursing home for grandma, so who gets the fun of coming along? Who’s babysitting me tomorrow?”

  “I get that honor,” Dallas said. “And it’s not babysitting, it’s body guarding. All the other macho guys will make fun of me if they think I’m babysitting.”

  Jude laughed. “Call it what you will, but it’s going to be another boring day for you. I think my attacker made his point. He’s probably holed up somewhere terrified the police are going to find him.”

  “That could be true,” Morgan agreed, “but we aren’t going to take any chances for a while. Besides, we have a wedding to plan and Dallas can help you with the details.” He glanced at Dallas with a grin. “That means you can pay the bills, buddy.”

  “Great, thanks a lot,” Dallas replied in mock frustration. “Just what I need, more expenses.”

  Jude looked at Dallas and then back to Morgan. “Are you sure you want to go through with this?”

  Dallas pulled her into his arms for a long kiss. “I’m sure. You sound a little iffy though, and it’s too late to back out now. You’re stuck with us.”

  Jude opened her mouth to answer, but the words never came. The truck was rammed from behind, sending it into a spin that propelled them off the divided highway, across the median, and into oncoming traffic.

  Morgan fought the wheel, trying to control the skid as the truck’s wheels caught on the pavement. Another vehicle slammed into the back side of the truck bed, keeping the momentum going as the pickup slid in reverse, careening into the guardrail and bouncing back across the double lanes of traffic. A tractor trailer missed them by inches. The driver swerved the rig into the emergency lane, barely in time to avoid the pickup as it skipped across the road to end up on its side in the median.

  Jude couldn’t move. She was trapped beneath Morgan and strapped in by her seatbelt. Dallas squirmed beneath her, but he had the weight of both Morgan and her pushing him into the door. The only way out of the truck was through the back window or the driver’s window, and Morgan seemed to be unconscious.

  Jude could hear people running to help, calling out as they ran. She felt the truck rocking and heard footsteps on metal as someone climbed onto the overturned side to reach the door. A face peered in through the windshield to look at them and then disappeared just as quickly.

  She heard several male voices shouting orders. The men heaved on the driver’s door and managed to get it open despite damage to the metal and the angle the truck lay on its side. Several pairs of hands lifted Morgan out of the vehicle and then returned to help her out. As soon as she was free, Dallas climbed out of the truck without help.

  “Are you okay, babe?” he asked Jude.

  She nodded, still too shaken to speak. Dallas knelt beside Morgan, feeling for broken bones while he spoke to the crowd gathered around them. “Did anyone see the car that hit us?”

  An elderly lady stepped forward timidly. “I saw it,” she said in a shaky voice. “It was one of those SUV things, dark green with Texas plates, but I couldn’t read the number. My eyes aren’t so good an
y longer.”

  Dallas looked at her gratefully. “That’s great, ma’am. It will help a lot. Did you see anything else?”

  She wrung her hands nervously. “I think he hit you on purpose. It looked like he sped up when he got close. My son said I should keep my mouth shut, but it’s not right. You could have been killed.”

  Morgan stirred on the ground, and Dallas put his hand on Morgan’s shoulder to keep him from moving. “Shh, stay put, buddy. There’s an ambulance on the way. You did a hell of a job keeping us alive.”

  “Where’s your son, ma’am?” Dallas asked the old lady.

  “I’m here.” A disgruntled man stepped to the front, casting his mother an irritated look. “Guess you got plenty of time to play witness for the lawsuit that’s going to come out of this.”

  Dallas glared at the man. “Look, asshole, you’re a disgrace to your mom. Someone tried to kill us, and you’re worried about being a witness? What did you see?”

  The man shrugged arrogantly. “I didn’t see anything.”

  Dallas stood up, taking a menacing step forward. “Nothing?”

  The guy swallowed hard, backing up while keeping an eye on Dallas. “It was a Suburban, I think. Green, like mom said. I was driving and I didn’t see anything else.”

  “What happened after it hit us?”

  “It swerved from the impact but kept on going. I focused on your truck.” He spread his hands. “Sorry.”

  Dallas turned away without thanking the man, centering his attention on Jude. “Sure you’re okay?”

  “I’m fine, but I think Morgan hit his head on the door when we spun into the guardrail. Where’s the damn ambulance?”

  On cue, the sound of sirens broke up the crowd. Several people returned to their vehicles, pulling back on the road and driving away, including the reluctant witness and his mother. No doubt escaping before their names could be taken, Jude thought with disgust.

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