Treble

by Desiree Holt, Lisabet Sarai, Lily Harlem, Elizabeth Coldwell, Wendi Zwaduk, Imari Jade

  Still Ricardo caressed me gently. “Please,” I begged, shifting my hips and tossing my head to face the window. “Please.”

  The music lifted to a dramatic flurry of high notes. “Ah, angel, we are here,” Nari said, as a finger slid down the seam of my buttocks, over the tight hole of my anus and on to my entrance. “Is this where you want us?”

  “Yes, oh, yes.” I was edgy with need, feverish for penetration.

  Suddenly two long fingers sank into my pussy. I groaned and writhed and clamped around them. Bucking backwards, I searched for more—needing the filling, stretching sensation the way I needed to breathe.

  “I’m going to fuck you first,” Nari said as they spread my ankles and knees apart, opening me wider for their investigations and their eyes. “I figure I’m owed first go.”

  “Yes, yes, please.” I heard the rip of a condom wrapper as more fingers explored my intimate folds of wet flesh. Ricardo, too, was touching me. It was as if they wouldn’t be content until every part of my pussy was investigated.

  The pad of a finger brushed my clit. I gasped and arched my back, wanting to give in to the drug-like feelings they were generating in me. Surrender, control, possession…it was all so divine. “Please,” I said again weakly, almost dancing on the fingers invading me, touching me.

  “I think she’s ready,” Nari’s voice.

  The sensations stopped then the head of a seriously wide, sheathed cock nudged at my entrance. “Oh, God,” I mumbled into the bedding.

  In one firm push, Nari forged into my body.

  “Oh, ow, ow,” I cried, pain and pleasure a confusing soup of emotions. His cock was thick and meaty, much bigger than Enrique…and it had been so long since Dale.

  He stilled and let me adjust to his size. “Ah, si, si,” he hissed. He pulled out nearly all the way then surged back in, more powerfully than before. If he hadn’t been holding my hips, I would have shot to the top of the bed. “Ah, sweet heaven, she is so bella, Ricardo, so stretto.”

  He began to jerk in and out, his balls crashing against my vulva. I fumbled for my humming, desperate clit, but just as I found it so did his fingers.

  “Allow me,” he said in a strained voice.

  He flicked across the swollen bud, teasing it from its hood and I cried out at the sensitivity of the nerves he fretted against.

  “Easy, angel,” Ricardo said. He’d moved to my head and was gripping my upper arms. “Nari’s not going to let you come for a while so you have time to do this.”

  I braced my arms beneath myself and opened my eyes. Inches from my face was Ricardo’s impressive cock rising from the black silky hair of his groin. He wrapped his hand around the base of his deep rose-coloured shaft, slid upwards and smoothed over the wide, glassy head then slipped back down to grip the root again.

  “I want you to suck my dick while Nari fucks you, Tiffany.”

  “Yes, yes.” My mouth was watering to taste him, saliva pooling on my tongue.

  He reached out and tangled his other hand in my hair. But he didn’t forge forward. Holding his cock, he allowed me to lick his glans and poke the tip of my tongue into his slit. It was difficult because of the jerking of my body under Nari’s thrusts. But I teased at his frenulum and took just his glans in, generating a gentle suction.

  “Ah, fuck, yes,” he groaned. “Get ready for it, Tiffany, get ready.” He let go of the base of his cock, tightened both hands in my hair so my head tipped back slightly, then thrust deep into my mouth, his hips arching and his pubic hair tickling my nose.

  Opening wide, I tasted the sweet salt of pre-cum and sucked greedily for more.

  “Oh, si, that’s it,” he groaned. He began to slide rapidly back and forth, teasing my throat with each inward push, his timing in perfect synchrony with Nari’s—both men hitting full depth at the same time, one in my pussy, one in my mouth.

  I matched his groans with breathless moans of my own. The feelings they were creating in me were edgy and spiralling upwards, my clit building to a spectacular climax. I was vaguely aware of the music, which had grown to a crashing crescendo, mixing with the slapping of flesh on flesh, grunting and groaning. The swirling, combining sounds were so erotic to my ears I would never forget them, not for as long as I lived.

  Nari’s fingers dug harder into my hips as Ricardo continued to fuck my mouth. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I knew I should be concerned about bruising, but the thought was as fleeting as a wisp of smoke from an extinguished match. I felt so desirable, so wanted, even more so than when I was on a catwalk or at a shoot. I hadn’t felt like this since Dale had been in my life—holding me, touching me…

  “Merda, I’m coming,” Nari shouted, reaching up and gripping my shoulder, pulling me back harder on to him. “Come with me. Both of you. Now.”

  His stern command and the increased pace of his wicked fingers rotating my clit sent me into a freefall of pleasure. I was dizzy and high as ecstasy burnt over my nerves. Black spots filled my vision as pleasure swamped me and my pussy exploded in a series of powerful contractions.

  I tried to cry out but couldn’t. Ricardo had sent his cock even deeper into my mouth. Behind me Nari was riding through his orgasm, a string of strained Italian words spilling from his lips and his harshly expelled breaths a harsh wind on my back.

  I sucked Ricardo’s cock with all the intensity of my own climax, as if my life depended on it, as if I would never get enough.

  “Si, si cazzo,” Ricardo groaned, his fingers tight in my hair, his hips powering into my face.

  His cock thickened, hardening over my tongue and palate. I relaxed my jaw and as he butted the back of my throat, I swallowed, taking the smooth crown of his cock even deeper. With my lips stretched around the base to accommodate his size, he stilled.

  The first spurt hit my throat and trickled straight down my gullet. I curled my tongue around his shaft like a deep duvet, drew in a thin ribbon of air from around his musky pubic hair and sucked.

  “Ah, si, swallow it all,” he cried out above me. “Swallow me.”

  He pulled out an inch then pumped deep again, his cock pulsating and pouring salty, viscous fluid into my mouth. This time he stayed lodged there as I sucked every last drop from him.

  Nari was bent over me, kissing my shoulders, his cock twitching in my pussy, which was being ravaged by the aftershocks of my orgasm. He’d moved his fingers from my clit, allowing it to retract and throb without being hyper-stimulated.

  Eventually Ricardo pulled from my mouth, tugged his fingers from my tangled hair and flopped down on the bed.

  I wriggled forward, panting for breath.

  “Wait,” Nari said, holding my hips. “Let me hold the condom.”

  His fingers moved down my butt then he slipped his cock from my pussy. As soon as he was out, I allowed my arms and legs to collapse from their kneeling position. My head landed on the plump pillow next to Ricardo.

  “You are very giving,” Ricardo said breathlessly and reached out to stroke my cheek with the back of his long index finger.

  “So are you,” I said with a smile.

  Nari left the bed. I heard a toilet flush and the sound of running water. “Shall we eat now?” he asked, walking back into the room. There was a rise of colour on his cheek bones, but other than that he seemed to have completely recovered from our strenuous joining.

  “Good idea,” I said, suddenly remembering I’d forgotten to have breakfast. Dale was always telling me off for that.

  Still gloriously naked, Nari reached for the phone on the bedside table. “What would you like, Tiffany?”

  I lifted my arms above my head, stretched out my legs and pointed my toes. Dragged in a long, deep breath. “I don’t know, maybe some blinis and smoked salmon, or caviar, but only Beluga, and with those little wheat-free cracker breads. Oh, and more Bollinger, ice cold.”

  Nari placed my order precisely and added two orders of steak and chips to the menu.

  Ricardo left the bed and replenish
ed everyone’s drinks. As I was taking a refreshing sip of my champagne, a tinny rap song invaded Nari and Ricardo’s now lulling music still playing from the iPod.

  “What is that?” Nari asked, sipping his whisky and frowning.

  “My cell, excuse me.” I slipped from the bed and walked into the living area to retrieve my handbag. The song instantly made me think of Dale—it was his favourite and he’d programmed it into my phone one evening for fun. I really should change it since every time it rang I thought of him, something I wasn’t supposed to be doing.

  I hadn’t reached the call in time so I retrieved the voicemail. It was Rachel. She’d scheduled me to go to Paris at the end of the week for the Nicole Farhi show. Tickets at the BA first class desk, reservation at The Ritz. Her voice was stern, commanding—there was no room for argument or negotiation. It was what I’d be doing. End of story.

  I shrugged, flicked the phone shut and tossed it back into my bag. At one time I would have been cross with Rachel for leaving me instructions and making reservations without my consent, but it didn’t seem to matter anymore. And like Naomi had said, work was the best thing for me. And hey, it was working out pretty well for me today. I’d only thought of Dale once since I’d met Nari and Ricardo…or maybe twice, I couldn’t be sure. Well, three times max…

  Slipping into the bathroom, I freshened up. The food arrived and I stayed out of sight until the butler had left. No point risking unnecessary sightings of me in Ingresso Livello’s room, which would be massive fodder for the press. The hotel was discreet, yes—incredibly so—but still, even a Savoy butler could be tempted with a cheque the size of a couple of years’ salary for one juicy story. And me and Nari and Ricardo—Mmm, that is juicy to the extreme!

  “This looks good,” I said, wandering in naked from the bathroom and thoroughly enjoying the hungry looks the men gave to me rather than the food.

  “Not as good as you,” Nari said, licking his lips and trailing his gaze down the length of my body.

  Ricardo frowned. “You don’t have to go somewhere, do you?”

  I shook my head then nibbled on a blini topped with a thin sliver of smoked salmon and took a swig of champagne. “Nope, nothing doing for the rest of today.”

  Ricardo grinned and slid his knife into a steak that looked as soft as butter. “Excellent. Now eat up, you’ll need your strength. We haven’t finished with you yet.”

  Chapter Three

  With my meal finished and my third glass of champagne making my head wonderfully floaty, I spun a naked pirouette by the window, arms up like a ballerina and my small breasts jiggling.

  Nari laughed as I misjudged my landing and sat heavily on the cream and gold striped chair to my right.

  I pouted and stood again but, as soon as I did, an unclothed Ricardo was there, pulling me into his arms.

  “Ah, sweet angel, no more champagne for you.”

  I locked my hands at the nape of his neck, his hard tendons and muscles pressed to my slender forearms and his wide chest butted up against my breasts. “Oh, I’m fine. If there is one thing I can do, it’s drink champagne.”

  Ricardo stared down at me with his intense black eyes. “I think we can safely say there are many other things you can do.”

  I giggled and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’m glad you think so.” His cock was growing hard between our bodies, and his chest hair raked at my nipples.

  “Mmm,” he said, pulling back and licking his lips. “You taste so sweet.”

  “And you taste of…meat and chips and whisky.” I pressed harder against him and his cock bobbed and strained against me. “You taste Neanderthal,” I whispered. “Genius pianist turned caveman. I can just see your next video—you both carrying girls over your shoulder to your cave and thumping your chests like Tarzan.”

  He raised his brows. “Now there is an idea, what do you think, Nari?”

  Nari was at our side, also naked. But there was no humour in his expression…just desire—serious, determined, dark desire. “I think time for talking is over.” He sucked his index finger into his mouth, withdrew it, wet and shiny, and rested his hand in the small of my back.

  Ricardo smile dropped, too. He twitched his brows, his nostrils flared and his hands smoothed down my back until he was cupping my butt in a firm, possessive hold.

  Shivers of renewed desire snaked up my spine and stole my breath. The look of carnal need in Ricardo’s eyes was turning darker and more sinful by the second, rapidly coming to match Nari’s.

  “Ricardo,” Nari murmured, “are you going to show Tiffany just how grateful you are for her involvement at the shoot?”

  “Oh, yes,” Ricardo whispered onto my lips. He tugged at the small round curves of my butt, separating the cheeks, exposing the cleft right down to my pussy. “I’m going to show her just how much I appreciate her involvement.”

  Nari’s wet finger was in the cleft, trailing down towards my anus. When he reached it, he pressed, just a little, at my tightest hole.

  I gasped and tilted away, squashing up harder against Ricardo.

  “Tiffany,” Ricardo murmured, his lips brushing mine. “I want to show you my gratitude in your most sacred place. Will you let me?”

  As he spoke Nari’s finger continued to press…and press. My anus clenched, tightened, but still he exerted pressure. I was not new to anal sex, but it had only ever been Dale. Birthdays, holidays, special occasions—it was our thing. The thought of letting Ricardo penetrate me where it required so much trust was both exciting and dangerous and sent hot needles of shameful delight to my breasts, my clit and my back passage.

  Before I could say another word, Nari’s finger was inside me—probing in smoothly right up to his knuckle.

  “Oh,” I gasped, clinging to Ricardo.

  “Have you been touched here before?” Nari asked, kissing the slight ball of my shoulder.

  I nodded.

  Ricardo smiled and his eyelids dropped slightly. “Good, then we all know what we are doing.”

  My champagne glow faded and I was right back in the hotel room, sober as a judge. My yearning for more double action with Nari and Ricardo was the overwhelming emotion, the undeniable want in my system.

  But could I?

  Of course I could, I’d done it before. Surely it was like riding a bike. Desperately turned on, I tugged at Ricardo’s nape and he obligingly lowered his head for my kiss.

  Nari spoke in his language—soft, murmuring words that were incomprehensible to me. He added another finger into my back passage and the stretching, invaded feeling I recognised was like a signal for my clit to cry out for stimulation and for my pussy to begin to weep.

  “Yes,” I breathed, “Yes, I want this, I need this.”

  As if something unspoken passed between the two men, Nari slipped from me and I was manoeuvred so Ricardo was behind me.

  Nari ducked and kissed me, hotly, hungrily. He scooped my small breasts into both his palms, squeezed, massaged and pulled my nipples to tight little points.

  I moaned as every nerve in my body went on high alert for more stimulation, more sensation, then grabbed for Nari’s shoulders and gripped him hard. Ricardo had sat on the chair behind me, leaning forward, his lips and tongue tracing the dimples in the small of my back, the rise of my buttocks, the seam to my ass…

  “Lube,” he murmured.

  “Table next to you, beside the condoms,” Nari answered between kisses. “Bend forward, Tiffany.” He released my breasts, took a step back and held out his hands. I grasped them as I tipped to a right angle, my knees weak and my skin feverish with anticipation.

  My butt and pussy were on full view to Ricardo. I was open and vulnerable to his fingers, mouth…anything he wanted to insert into me. The feeling of handing over trust and believing in his ability to pleasure me was wonderful and liberating. I couldn’t wait for him to get on with it.

  Suddenly cool, slippery lube touched against my cleft as Ricardo traced one finger around my asshole.


  “Oh, God,” I muttered, staring down at the deep pile of the burgundy carpet. Dale had always been so gentle, so reverent with me, and I missed the absolute certainty that I would be handled carefully and only feel pleasure.

  “Such a sweet ass,” Ricardo said, circling the taut wrinkles of skin of my anus. “You look tight though, angel. You will have to relax for my cock.”

  I nodded down at the carpet—I could do this, I would do this even if Dale wasn’t here anymore. I shifted my butt from left to right, almost impatiently.

  Ricardo let out a huff of amusement and sank what felt like two fingers into my ass. I bit against my lip as the sensation of dirty delightfulness made my head spin and my body instantly cry out for more. My ass wanted to pull him in, suck him higher.

  Ricardo let out a murmur of approval then began to scissor his fingers.

  “Ah, ah, ah,” I said, jerking at the bite of pain his actions produced.

  “Easy, baby,” Nari said from above me, “just let him lube you up, it will ease his way.”

  Repeatedly, Ricardo stretched his fingers into ‘v’ shapes, easing the tightness from my anus. I shut my eyes and allowed the copious amounts of lube he was applying to soothe and cool the sting.

  “That’s it. You’re ready,” Ricardo finally said.

  Nari urged me to stand upright. I looked at him. His cock was fully erect, bobbing from his dark coils of pubic hair. His eyes were on fire with lust.

  “Don’t look so worried,” he said, his mouth twitching into a devilish smile. “We are only going to give you pleasure. Extreme pleasure.”

  He eased me backwards so I was standing between Ricardo’s spread knees.

  I glanced over my shoulder. Ricardo’s big, sheathed cock stuck straight up and his chest was rising and falling as rapidly as mine. He curled his fingers around my hipbones and tugged me slightly, as if urging me to sit on his lap.

  “What do you want me to do, just sit down on you?” I asked, incredulously.

  “It will be better…this way, you are in control,” he said.