Salsa Nights

by Salsa Nights (lit)

  “You taste so fucking sweet,” Brad groaned.

  Oh, yes. His words, his approval sent her soaring. He gripped her hips and pulled her closer still to his hungry mouth. His tongue ventured farther, caressing her folds, licking the cream oozing for him.

  Isabel couldn’t breathe. Two men on her. She was intoxicated, drunk with male flesh and velvet tongues on her feverish skin. Alive—for the first time.

  Dale rose from her bruised mounds, and the sound of a zipper jerked open turned her head. Out bobbed a large, thick cock and Dale held it for her.

  “I want your lips around me, Isabel,” he rasped.

  Isabel leaned up on one elbow, eyes wide at the gladiator before her. His bronzed skin glistened under his open shirt. Hard pecs rose with every breath.

  He trembled, having no experience with this. What if she did it wrong? What if he didn’t like it? Oh, God, and it was so big—long, heavy, and spectacularly engorged. Hesitantly, she chewed her bottom lip and reached for him. He groaned when she wrapped the fingers of both hands around his silk shaft, and somehow his reaction to her nervous touch helped ease her doubts, though not erase them completely.

  Hot. Smooth. She licked her lips and closed her mouth around the shiny helmet-shaped head, pulling it back out as if it were ice cream on a cone. She glided the satin tip across her wet lips, curiously teasing it. She wanted more. With her tongue, she traced the vein on the underside, following it up to the head, exploring and learning.

  “Oh, yes,” growled Dale, urging her on.

  Encouraged, she circled the fat head with her tongue, then closed her mouth tightly around the throbbing tip. With a tight seal, she sucked hard. She moaned when she tasted the salty essence. It was a new flavor, and craving more, she decided to find how to please him as she devoured this new dessert.

  She stroked him hard, slowly, down the rod to the base and back. Dale grabbed her hair, and she searched his face. His eyes were closed tightly, and his jaw muscles clenched. His chest rose and fell fast. She opened her mouth and stuffed it with as much of his magnificent cock as she could.

  “Isa. Fuck.” Dale stammered to her delight.

  She was suddenly empowered, a wanton sexual goddess giving her body to two men. Male groans drove her, fed her appetite to please them and to learn more about how else to bring them the pleasure they gave her.

  Brad slipped his middle finger inside her and flicked her clit with his tongue. Her hips automatically thrust forward, offering more for his unbelievable mouth.

  Her thighs shook while her legs pressed into Brad’s shoulders where they rested. Dale’s dick muffled her cries of ecstasy as Brad found an ultra-sensitive nub in the back of her tight walls. He rubbed it, pressing it gently before flicking it hard and fast.

  A kaleidoscope of pleasure and pain ruptured, and Isabel swore she’d lose consciousness. A fiery, gnawing ache for release grew and intensified until her moans turned to hoarse pleas, begging. What was he doing?

  Brad drew her hot nectar from dripping lips down to her hidden passage and coated the portal. The raw sensation jerked her body. No.

  “Relax. Just enjoy it,” Brad crooned before pressing a thumb into the tight channel.

  Isabel exploded, the orgasm ripped so fast from her she was almost embarrassed. She cried out yet again as her body convulsed, arching as wave after wave came surging and crashing against the tropical heat rolling in her. Oh, her body was theirs to do with as they pleased.

  Brad pulled away and came to his feet, now gripping her legs behind her knees. “You’re ours, Isabel. No one else’s. Do you understand?”

  Isabel heard him and stared at the blue-eyed sex god standing between her legs. She found Brad’s command funny since there was no one else for her, there never had been. It had always been, and always would be, Brad and Dale.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  She crossed her ankles behind him, and he began undoing his jean button and lowered his zipper. She watched, admiring the second man undressing for her. He unbuttoned his shirt but, like Dale, left it on. Her mouth watered, realizing they knew how incredibly arousing that was. They knew women, what worked, and what seduced them to pant and beg. It was just another method of keeping control.

  He was muscular, another gladiator with rock hard abs. His jeans hung below his hips. He was unconquered, wild.

  The fat head of his cock stood proudly out of the top of his black boxers, and he pulled out the long, heavy rod. Oh, God. It had to be as wide in girth and as long as Dale’s. She shuddered, not knowing how that would fit inside her, and the full weight of what she was about to do slammed into her.

  Isabel bit her lip, her heart pounding with trepidation. She wouldn’t back out of this. She’d already made up her mind. But they were so large and fierce, rugged and raw.

  Whether it was the fear that her first ménage was imminent or the thrill of being looked at as if she were a delicacy, she didn’t know, but she couldn’t look away from the man who was ready to push between her legs.

  She heard a drawer open and close behind her and saw Brad catch the condom Dale tossed him. As if hypnotized, she watched his hands stretch it over that beautiful shaft.

  He held his dick to her slit and slid it up and down, spreading her tender lips open, playing with her.

  She groaned. Her moist cunt pulsated, her chest heaved, and her muscles tensed. She stared in awe at the body, the man, and the control. Two clitoral orgasms had opened her appetite for something deeper, something she couldn’t explain, to find those limits Brad had mentioned, and to feel her holes stuffed.

  Her tongue slid across parched lips. “Brad, please take me,” she begged quietly from where she lay on the desk, yearning to finally know how he felt inside her.

  His voracious gaze never wavered. His dick taunted her, passing over her soaked pussy. “Wrap those lips you just licked around Dale’s cock.”

  She did as he told her, throwing Dale a fleeting glance, before opening her hot mouth to the divine dick he fed her.

  When Brad inched his cock forward, Isabel’s gaze cut to him. The raw ache to fuck could not be any stronger, and for the first time, her own ravishing desire scared her.

  Chapter Seven

  Brad trembled. He never shook for any woman, but he wanted to tear into Isabel with such a ferocious need he was afraid he’d hurt her.

  His princess lay sprawled on his desk, mouth sucking Dale’s dick while her legs squeezed him closer. Waiting. And hearing her tell him to take her had pre-cum sliding down his rod. He could last hours, pleasing a woman to the point it was almost painful for her, making her come two to three times before he shot his first load. But he didn’t have to be inside Isabel to know she’d be different. If a mere request he’d heard countless times before made him drip, he was in trouble.

  Her liquid caramel essence still warmed his tongue. It was his ambrosia and it sizzled his brain. His balls tightened.

  Pressing forward an inch, enough for his fat head to push inside, he stopped. Fuck. He’d only dipped in her saturated pussy, and he couldn’t control his breathing.

  “Can you take him, Isabel?” Dale asked.

  Her reply was half moan, half cry.

  “Yeah, watch him, look at his dick slide in that sweet pussy of yours.”

  Biting down against his back molars, Brad moved in and out, a subtle move, but one that absolutely tormented her patience. She moaned and squirmed. He knew if he didn’t concentrate, he’d be done before he felt her walls spasm around his dick.

  He’d dreamed about this woman for too many fucking years. He’d kissed her this morning, and it was like he had never kissed anyone in his life. But he wanted to please her. She deserved no less.

  “Yes, Isabel. I feel you wet for me. That’s it,” he groaned.

  Sweat rolled down his back, and his balls vibrated. He held her hips and plunged himself to her cervix, her pussy clenching tightly, almost virginal. Isabel screamed and squeezed her legs around his wais
t.

  “Oh, fuck, princess. You’re so tight. So wet,” he told her through gritted teeth.

  Adrenaline surged in his swollen veins while Brad focused on this woman. His woman. He pulled out and flexed back in, stretching her rippling muscles to adjust to his width and length.

  “Oh,” Isabel moaned and Brad melted.

  He fucked her faster as his muscles tensed and his dick throbbed. He pumped the back of her pussy, her nether lips stretched around his base. The scent of mangoes and coconuts wafted into his nose. Damn, she was an exotic beauty.

  “Brad,” she moaned, undoing Brad’s resolve to take his time. “Oh, yes, take me. Dámelo.”

  That was it. His vixen was speaking Spanish now. Give it to me. Brad was wild with need. He was pumping, plunging, banging her cervix. Harder. Faster. Her skin glistened while his dripped. Her folds sucked his cock, stroking him straight to insanity.

  “Sí,” she screamed.

  Her luscious mouth closed around Dale’s cock again. She moved in sync with Brad, her mouth suckling Dale’s head as Brad pulled out, then sucking it to the back of her throat with every thrust of Brad’s hips.

  “Oh, yeah, Isabel. Suck me like he’s fucking you. Hard, fast. That’s a good girl.”

  Brad watched her tits bounce, the muscles of her stomach clench, and her hair fall carelessly across his desk. She was passionate, sensual, and he wasn’t going to last. Hell, he couldn’t believe it. Four years of dreaming up ways to make her scream for hours, and he was ready to explode.

  But shit, her body was made for his, molded for him. Oh, and she was tight, choking him. He’d never been with a virgin, but he was damn sure this was how it felt, less the membrane he knew he hadn’t torn.

  His cock throbbed. Finding her swollen clit, he circled it with his thumb, pressing it tightly. It was sinful magic. Her folds erupted into a flurry of spasms around his rod. Creamy caramel coated his shaft, and he groaned as the most beautiful woman on the planet came for him.

  Isabel panted, one hand still wrapped around Dale’s dick, and cried out to him. Spanish words he didn’t know left her sweet mouth, and each thrust of Brad’s hips shot his semen.

  Fuck, he’d never come so fast. Slowly, he stepped back, breathing deeply. A dark, lustful time bomb began ticking in the recesses of his brain. He would need her, over and over. He’d take her, possess her. One taste wouldn’t satisfy him for long. He had known it. He’d held back. But now that he knew her passion and her taste, she was his and Dale’s.

  “Oh, God, sí.” She arched her back, curling in the throes of the pleasure he’d given her.

  Dale came up to take his place.

  “Isabel. It’s my turn.”

  * * * *

  After rolling on his condom, Dale helped Isabel up and wrapped his strong arms around her. He kissed her, a deep, soothing kiss that very quickly turned into a quest to conquer what was now his. He’d watched and nearly came when she sucked him and then again when she squirmed under Brad. He couldn’t wait. As big as Brad was, Dale was thankful her pussy was ready for his size.

  Her body fell into his, weak and sated, but it was his turn to make her his. Theirs. He pulled back and flipped her around, then bent her over the desk. Brad came around to her to gather her long hair and pull it to one side.

  Dale lifted her skirt and eyed the perfect ass he’d previewed just a couple of days ago. A dancer’s muscular behind. He ran his hands up the backs of her thighs and over her soft cheeks.

  “Oh, you have the sweetest ass,” he groaned.

  He opened her cheeks and ran his thumb over her hidden entrance. She jumped, seemingly nervous, but he rubbed it gently until she relaxed and moaned. He bent his knees and lowered his face to her swollen slit, then flicked his tongue for a taste of her.

  “Oh, Dale,” Isabel cried out.

  “Oh, yeah, sweet as sugar cane.” Dale got back to his feet.

  While pressing a thumb to her tight ass, he guided his painfully engorged cock to her pussy and pushed inside. Unlike Brad, he wouldn’t wait. He’d been tortured. He wanted her now, and he plunged deep inside. Her moans were throaty and animal-like. She bucked her hips and took every inch of him.

  Dale had never felt anything like it. Her pussy was fist-tight, even after Brad, and every fold that massaged his veiny shaft was a new flame that burned. He was connected and whole.

  He glanced up to see Brad rubbing her neck and upper back. When they made eye contact, Dale couldn’t help but mouth the words, She’s amazing. Brad grinned and nodded.

  “Oh, yeah, dámelo, duro.” She groaned and rocked back and forth.

  He knew a little Spanish after seventeen years with Spanish-speaking friends and lovers. She wanted it, hard. Dale fucked her deep, stroked her fast, and she welcomed every one of his thrusts. He reached his hand around to finger her clit, and she threw her head back with a carnal cry.

  The woman was incredible. Inexperienced with threesomes, but more alive and passionate than any he’d ever known. He circled her tender nub, and she rocked faster, wild with need.

  He pressed his thumb deeper into her anal ring.

  “Oh, God, sí!” She groaned deeply.

  Dale could feel his balls smack her tender labia. He smelled her cum and still tasted her sweetness.

  “Come for me, Isabel,” he managed to say through a clenched jaw.

  He was rewarded with a sensational barrage of convulsions against his swelling rod. He knew then this sexy firecracker enjoyed anal play as it helped her reach yet another orgasm.

  “Ay, sí.” She shouted her climax.

  He gripped her hips with both hands and pounded into her cream-soaked pussy. Hot. Tight. A current ran up his back, tensing every muscle in his body, and with a final throb, he flexed his hips and emptied his seed.

  Dale was stunned. The celebrated playboy had come faster than his first time. Damn. He braced his hands on the desk on either side of her.

  “You’re amazing,” he mumbled, knowing he’d have to take her again. Soon. He had to see that it was real. She couldn’t be this perfect. He’d guessed it, and he’d sensed it, but it was too good. And he had to prove to himself that he could damn well last longer than Brad.

  * * * *

  Isabel was burning, scorched from her heels to her messy hair. She rested her sweaty forehead against the coolness of the desk beneath her. She turned her face, pressing her cheek and closing her eyes. She was drunk. Sated. More satisfied than she’d ever felt.

  So that was a ménage a trois.

  “Stay there while I get a towel,” someone said, and she was pretty sure it was Brad.

  She couldn’t move. Her limbs still convulsed from those orgasms that split her apart. When a warm, wet towel rubbed between her thighs, a soft moan escaped her lips. Then she realized the sweet gesture and smiled. For being arrogant jerks, they were thoughtful lovers.

  “Isabel, you’re never to come back into this club,” Brad ordered in his typical superior tone.

  Damn it. Just when she was developing warm feelings toward them. She opened her eyes to see a condensing bottle of water by her face, slowly lifted off the desk, and struggled with wobbly knees. Ignoring his comment for a moment, she adjusted her blouse, pulled her skirt back in place, and smoothed her hair as much as she could with shaky fingers.

  Then she turned to face the two men standing at the bar and took a swig of the refreshing, cold liquid. “First, you threatened to impose some highly inflated rent on me if I didn’t move in with you. Then, you threatened to hoist me over your shoulder if I didn’t hurry up and pack. Now, you declare that your club is off limits to me. I’m sick of your threats.”

  They’d just had back-breaking sex and this was how he spoke to her? Her heart, far from its normal rhythm, pounded furiously once more. How could he turn back into his arrogant jerk self so quickly after sex?

  As expected, Brad walked right up to her and reached around her to set his water down. This brought his face down toward h
er, but she stayed in place.

  “I don’t care if you’re sick of them or not. It’s not safe here for you.”

  “Why? Isn’t your security doing their job?”

  “Did you forget this is the last place Gina visited before she was killed?”

  The slap crackled across the office and stung her hand. Damn, she hadn’t meant to, but what he said was so hurtful. As his face recoiled she noticed the blue in his eyes somehow looked menacing. She heard his slow breathing. Dale moved, and she could see him off to the right, but that wasn’t comforting when her neck was hurting from staring up at Brad, and he was obviously fuming.

  “I think about it every hour of every day. You do not know how I feel, knowing I was with her hours before she died. Laughing with her. And now, wondering why it wasn’t me.” She clipped each word, holding back the tears.

  Brad blinked. “That’s why it’s important that you don’t come here. We don’t know if the man who killed her is the man who broke into your house. And if they are the same, he knows he can find you here and follow you back to our house.”

  Shit. She hadn’t thought about that. How could she be so foolish? Brad backed away and rubbed his neck. Dale took a deep breath and turned to Brad.

  “All right. Let’s get her home. We’ll go out the back.”

  Ten minutes later, they had Isabel in their truck and pulled out of the back parking lot. It was another silent ride, but this time Isabel could sense the heightened tension in the two men on either side of her. They watched every mirror and rubbed their jaws or shifted in their seats and raked their hair.

  For some inexplicable reason, she found herself grinning. In the midst of possible danger, she had a damn smile on her face. But it was rather adorable to see these two hot-headed men dedicated to ensuring her safety. And, for the time being, she did feel safe.

  The vision of Brad’s head between her thighs and the taste of Dale’s dick in her mouth shot a thrilling pang to her stomach. Never had she imagined it would be that decadent. They teased and they played, but they made sure she was ready for their size, and she came enough times to leave her barely able to walk.