Salsa Nights

by Salsa Nights (lit)

  Isabel felt sick to her stomach. Damn, now she was jealous. No, not jealous. Just angry this was what they’d left her back at the house for.

  Dale’s eyes fell on her and didn’t even seem to notice when the chesty blonde strolled away. Isabel didn’t stop, and he didn’t stand still. They met halfway, glaring at one another.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” Dale shouted over the music, his eyes glowing with rabid fury.

  “I woke up alone and wanted to dance!” She looked back at the dance floor, refusing to let him know why she thought Brad was here. He might get the wrong idea and think she cared about them.

  He grabbed her arm and pulled her to face him. “We told you explicitly not to come here.”

  She curved her lips in a shrewd smile. “I know.” She pulled her arm away and turned toward the front of the club.

  “Where are you going?” he shouted.

  Daringly, she threw him a wink over her shoulder and strutted to the dance floor. She’d had a miserable afternoon having to turn down Brad because she didn’t want to betray Dale, and now caught Dale fawning over some other woman. Typical man.

  She caught the eye of a handsome man at the edge of the crowd and had not danced for two seconds when she flew up in the air. Her stomach landed hard against a very solid, very Dale shoulder.

  Kicking her legs or pounding his back had no effect on the Neanderthal as he headed back down the hallway. Just before he turned up the stairs, he gave her a little bounce that knocked the wind out of her, effectively silencing her complaints.

  “What the hell?” Brad roared a second after the office door opened and closed, and she was suddenly dropped on her back on the couch facing the bar.

  “Oh, I’ll deal with this, Brad,” Dale said smugly, with a devilish grin.

  Isabel felt quite vulnerable, especially since both men had a great view of her red thong after the short dress hiked way too high. She pushed off her crimson heels and gripped the couch to come to a sitting position when Dale was suddenly on top of her.

  His face had softened considerably, his eyes back to Hershey’s Kiss brown, and she was so aroused by his weight on her, she could look nowhere else but at his sexy mouth. He pinned her hands above her head and grinded his erection between her legs.

  “Now. Please enlighten us. Why are you here?” He dropped a kiss on her face after each sentence and ran his tongue along her jaw line toward her ear. He expected her to speak?

  “I, ah--um--”

  She watched as Brad moved out of sight to lock the office door and returned to unbutton his shirt. In a feeble attempt to regain some control, she tried pushing Dale off her, but her hips bouncing under his only made Dale groan.

  His tongue traced her ear, and razor sharp pricks raked her skin. Her pussy dripped, and she was certain Dale felt it through her damp panties and his jeans.

  “Tell us.” He prodded and snaked his tongue in her ear.

  She inhaled sharply, and he pushed his large dick against her sensitive clit, emitting a pulse that counted down the inevitable.

  “I was bored, and your guard dog was snoring,” she said hotly, unable to stop her legs from spreading open a little more.

  Dale froze on top of her. He smoothed his lips across her cheek and looked right in her eyes. “Were you jealous?”

  What? Uh, he has some nerve. “No,” she lied.

  His eyes flashed with molten intent, and she swallowed.

  “Well, I think we need to teach you a lesson. What do you think, Brad?”

  “What?” she shrieked.

  “She doesn’t listen,” the arrogant jerk, Brad, piped in from somewhere she couldn’t see.

  “No, she doesn’t,” he whispered.

  “Oh, you macho, arrogant bas—”

  He kissed her, his lips warm, the taste of spearmint gum on his tongue. No, they couldn’t just kiss her when she was angry and expect her to forget why they made her angry. She tilted her hips, her body betraying her, needing his dick inside her. Damn him.

  She’d been furious, and one kiss had her wet and panting. What the hell was wrong with her? She was moaning, squeezing his hands with her fingers, kissing him back urgently, deeply. She nibbled his bottom lip, and he groaned. Oh, she loved it when they liked the little things she did.

  But he moved, releasing her hands, then leaning back to peel off her thong. Oh, the thought of his mouth on her brought fresh moistness to her slit. She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her head back against the couch, biting her lip.

  “Suck me,” Brad commanded.

  She opened her eyes to a black-haired beast standing next to her. The man was scrumptiously masculine. He’d undone the buttons of his shirt and lowered the fly from his black jeans. Her eyes soaked in the ripped pecs under bronzed skin and the lines of his stomach. He held his glorious cock for her. She licked her lips, hungry and ready for the new taste, not so shy this time. Maybe even a little more daring.

  And, servant to master, she did as told. He placed one knee on the couch next to her and palmed her head. Mouth wide, she slowly took him in, one inch after another. He was huge, as big as Dale. He flexed back and forth, pushing his cock to her throat, groaning and tightening his grip in her hair.

  Oh, he tastes so good. Isabel held him at the base and closed her lips around his veiny rod as much as possible, laving all of him. Her tongue stroked him back and forth, swirled around his girth, then circled his huge head. Creating a tight vacuum, she sucked the tip. Farther and farther, she pulled him into her hot mouth until he jerked inside her. Ah, yes, he liked it.

  Dale took off his clothes. She knew from the sounds coming near her feet. Then he was on her, licking her cunt with an anger she couldn’t explain, but ah, she liked it. It made her cream drip onto his tongue.

  He pulled her labia apart and lapped her fast. The force of his tongue on her sent all her senses into a wind tunnel. She was spinning, falling, and climbing all at once. A finger slid inside her pussy, deep inside, and he moved it around her folds, exploring her walls. Fuck.

  Lightning struck her G-spot and she cried out. Dale’s experienced finger massaged it, rubbed it, and flicked it. His mouth closed around her clit. Isabel squirmed and groaned around Brad’s cock.

  The more Dale did to her, the wilder Isabel became, sucking Brad’s dick like it was her favorite hard candy. She made smacking sounds, moaning and licking every part of his silky-smooth magic wand.

  Isabel neared orgasm. Her hips lifted off the couch, her thighs shook, and her pussy constricted around Dale’s persistent fingers. But he pulled away, tearing an anguished cry from her chest.

  “No, sweetheart, not yet. You’ll learn to listen. You’ll come when we want you to.” Dale took something from the table behind them.

  A feeling of extreme arousal infused with frustration settled atop her lust for these men, but Isabel could only wait. Brad donned protection and lay back on the couch, helping her straddle him.

  She gazed into the depths of his blue eyes, wishing she knew what he felt at that moment. But she realized, when he was aroused, his ice-blue eyes darkened to an angry ocean-blue. For some reason, her chest squeezed with a strong emotion, wishing it meant that he cared for her. That it wasn’t just sex and she wasn’t a convenient toy. She was more. But that was crazy wishing.

  He held her face gently, and she tugged on one finger, bringing it to her mouth.

  Brad sucked his breath in and watched her tongue swirl around his finger.

  “You’re an angel corrupted,” he told her softly.

  His dick jerked against her ass, and she moved so he could hold his cock for her with his free hand, and she slid her tight folds around him, impaling herself with his rod.

  “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, surprising herself with the renewed feeling of being wicked, of the words she uttered in front of them.

  He was so large his veins rippled against her walls. His fat mushroom-shaped tip throbbed deep, oh, so deep inside her. Fire lashed
from her pussy up her stomach and back.

  Dale moved beside her and pulled off her dress. A slight breeze suddenly tickled her areolas. Now she was completely naked atop Brad. It was delicious to be susceptible, her flesh exposed for their eyes and their sole enjoyment. Dale reached from behind and cupped her breasts, molding them to his hands.

  Isabel traced the lines of Brad’s pecs, coyly at first, then more boldly. Finally, she touched him. She ran her palms down six perfect rectangles etched on his stomach wall. They had been carved for her.

  “Bend over,” Dale told her.

  She did and went straight for Brad’s nipple, licking the hard nub.

  “Isabel,” Brad said huskily, and Isabel continued her fun new game.

  She gasped when a sticky warm thumb rubbed her tight back entrance. Nerves fired, sending ripples up her back. They had touched her there before, but without the lube she hadn’t been worried. Now she was. It meant something would happen, and the thought terrified her.

  “Dale,” she said in a small voice, scared.

  “I won’t hurt you. Relax,” he told her in a soothing voice that worked somewhat.

  Brad wrapped a hand around the back of her neck. “Come here,” he told her warmly and pulled her toward his mouth.

  He kissed her soundly, softly. It wasn’t meant to excite her, just comfort her. Relax her. She was very aware of Dale’s thumb circling her rear, but she allowed Brad to continue his very tender kiss.

  He slowly thrust his hips up, giving her permission to ride him. She moved, rocking her body in a quiet rhythm. Her mouth filled with the taste of spearmint, and she no longer smelled their colognes. She smelled their strong, seductive male scents.

  Dale pressed something deeper, popping past her tight anal ring. Isabel threw her head back and cried out.

  “It’s a plug, that’s all. Enjoy the tightness you’ll feel now.”

  Her ass burned, and the pain shot up her back, tensing her already frayed fibers. She squeezed her ass, but found the burning began to ease. The ache lessened. “Oh,” she moaned as raw animal pleasure washed away the pain.

  For a moment, she actually entertained the thought that these men were very prepared in this office, but that would only make sense. Of course women would pay them visits here during working hours. Isabel just wanted them to take her. Forget logic, reason, and the past.

  She bucked back, testing the sensations, and they did nothing short of making her want to fuck their brains out. Filled with a carnal need she never knew she could feel, she rocked faster. Yes, so wet, so tight. The tightness of Brad’s huge rod against this plug was explosive.

  “Oh, yes, fuck me, así, like that,” she groaned.

  Brad gripped her hips and grinded her pussy down and around his cock the way he wanted her. He filled her, stuffing her, setting off a combustion in her cunt. She panted, bouncing hard off Brad’s hips and squeezing her muscles around the plug, stimulating new nerves. Inciting new fires.

  Oh, she couldn’t get enough. Her holes burned and stretched as her channels rubbing against each other. Brad lifted his head to catch a nipple.

  “Oh.” As much as her breasts annoyed her and got in her way, she loved the way these sex beasts worshipped them. They made her feel beautiful, all of her. A full C cup never felt so good.

  Brad nibbled the bud, flicking his tongue like it was her pussy, and she shivered. Her walls coated with cream, and she moaned, grinding her hips down harder. His hands pressed her tits together, and he took turns licking both nipples. Isabel was forced to fuck half his cock to enjoy the suckling of her tits.

  Her juices slid down his rod. His head fell back and his eyes shut tight. He lowered his hands to her hips and pushed her down so his pulsating cock slammed against her cervix again.

  “Oh, yeah. You’re ready. I want you to come, Isabel. Right now,” Brad ordered.

  Isabel gladly exploded for him. Her orgasm had started when his dick rammed the back of her pussy. Her screams were lost to her ears as her body climaxed over and over, never seeming to end. Brad flexed his hips, and with a deep breath, he came with a growl.

  * * * *

  Dale flipped her so she lay back on Brad’s stomach as he positioned himself between her succulent thighs. Brad now held the plug in place, and Dale’s dick would wait no longer.

  With her legs over his arms, Dale entered her in one thrust. His tip reached her cervix, and he moved inside their woman with a new emotion. He knew he was falling for her. Fast.

  His every stroke inside her wet folds was like his first time. It was different from any woman before Isabel. There was no other before Isabel. And there would be no one after.

  “How do you like his dick fucking you with this plug in your ass?”

  “Oh, God, sí.”

  “Look at him, Isabel. Watch his dick move in and out of your wet pussy,” Brad murmured in her ear.

  She gripped Brad’s thighs and watched Dale fuck her. It was one of the most erotic moments in Dale’s life. Her eyes widened in fear and anticipation, but as he flexed inside her, green fire lit up her eyes.

  Her large tits bounced, and she made noises in her throat that would make him come faster than he wanted to. He toyed with her, slowing the thrusts, fucking her an inch deep, then pulling out to glide the large head of his cock around her clit.

  Isabel responded to each change with a groan, with a tilt of her hips, with more sticky juice pouring down to his stiff balls.

  “You want to come again, don’t you, Isabel? I can see the lust in your eyes,” Dale told her.

  Brad rolled his free hand around her nipple, sliding his tongue around her ear. They were pushing her, wanting her to feel wild and adventurous. Free. Wicked.

  Her tongue wet her dry lips. She panted heavily, her eyes drugged with the forbidden lust of her two holes being fucked.

  “You want to come, princess?” murmured Brad as he nuzzled her neck.

  “Please. Sí,” she moaned.

  Dale sank to the back of her pussy, holding his breath as liquid fire bubbled around him, squeezing his cock in a clenching stroke. Then he pulled out to where just the head was at the entrance to her pussy.

  “No.” Isabel cried out, lifting her back off Brad.

  He had to know because it mattered. He’d never cared before, but he cared what Isabel thought and felt. “Not until you tell me.”

  Her green eyes flew open, wet with pleasure tears. “What?”

  It wasn’t fair, but as the saying went, all is fair in love and war. “Were you jealous?”

  He wouldn’t tell Isabel the blonde was Calli. Calli happened to be Devin’s sister, and he would never mess with the sister of a good friend. He also felt no attraction to the woman, because all he ever seemed to want now was a green-eyed Latina with spunk.

  Isabel looked furious, and he loved it. He pushed in and pulled back out. She moaned and he felt her shudder in her thighs and in her cunt. Brad licked her ear, helping his cause.

  “No.”

  “You lie.”

  He slowly slid in, holding her gaze, and plunged as deep as he could. And stopped.

  “I’ll ask again, and you should know that I can come right now. I don’t have to move. You, on the other hand, might need me to move for your orgasm. So were you jealous when you saw me talking to her?”

  “I was wrong about you. You’re not a nice guy.”

  He smiled. “Sweetheart, right now, your pussy doesn’t want a nice guy.” And for effect, he slammed back against her cervix and stopped, buried deep inside her. Throbbing. Pulsating. Coated in the creamy sugar of her cunt.

  “Okay. Sí, I was. You cold-blooded play—”

  He moved inside her, so elated to know she cared, and groaned as he shot harder than he ever had. Isabel came with him. Her pussy gripped him in a choking vise, and he felt every spasm in her body. Dale took in her sweet mango scent, knowing this was the woman for him and Brad.

  * * * *

  Isabel dressed quick
ly, aggravated at how Dale had manipulated her. He used her vulnerability and his power to get the truth from her, to stroke his ego.

  And now they asked her to wait while they returned a phone call and met with the managers. But she didn’t want to wait. She wanted to go, scream, or break something. Preferably over Dale’s head.

  The moment they told her to stay put while they went to the meeting, she took off down the stairs. She zigzagged through the crowds, ignoring the sex around her since she had just experienced something more profound and powerful.

  That had scared her enough to want to leave. She stepped outside and deeply inhaled the humid night air. The feelings Dale stirred, or awakened, had caused a blinding orgasm that still pounded her heart. They were confusing because they were directed at two different men. She’d had a crush on him and Brad for years, and now to feel something more mature when all Dale was interested in was toying with her, was enough to drive her mad.

  Which was why she wasn’t paying attention as she approached her car in the dark parking lot. At the crunch of a footstep behind her, she turned just as a gloved hand closed over her mouth.

  Chapter Ten

  “It’s your turn,” whispered an unfamiliar male voice.

  Every hair on Isabel’s body stood pin straight, and a coldness flooded her insides. This is it. While she was pinned against the car facing the possible murderer, she could not make out his features. He wore dark sunglasses and a black baseball cap.

  She tried to move, but it was in vain. This person was strong and his breathing was steady. Hers was near hyperventilation. It took her a second to realize something sharp poked her ribs.

  “We’re getting in your car and going for a ride. Don’t try anything.” The eyes showed sheer disdain and hatred.

  Oh, God. Isabel, think. Do something.

  He reached with the weapon hand for her door handle. “I have to lower my hand. Don’t make a sound.”