He was already ready to bury himself deep inside her. He wanted to make her come, make her scream in desire, and then he’d follow it up by making her girl feel incredible too. He wasn’t sure where any of this would end up, but he got the idea that the only way he got Brina was through Monica. Thus far, he was having no problems with that scenario. None at all.
“Me, too,” came a pouty whine from the other side of Brina. He and Brina parted and he saw a jealous glint in Monica’s eyes. Okay, maybe he needed to make her feel good first and then she’d be okay with him and Brina.
Brina kissed her again and Nick grabbed one of the other glasses full of wine. When Brina quit kissing the woman, she asked, “Ooh. What’s that?”
Monica said, “Another gift from Nick. Awfully thoughtful, wasn’t he?”
Nick set down the wine glass. Brina smirked and then winked at him with approval. “Indeed.” She picked up the jar and opened the lid, removing the seal and sniffing. “Hmm.” She brought it up to her nose and sniffed it. “Smells like candy.” She touched the tip of her tongue on the chocolate and grinned, looking more wicked than ever. Then she stuck her index and middle fingers into the goo, scooping some out. Her other fingers wrapped around one of the straps of Monica’s teddy and pulled it down on one side. In another quick movement, she had the blonde’s tit out in the fresh air, and Nick felt his cock pulse once more. Jesus Christ. It was like a free live porno movie playing right in front of him. Brina smeared the woman’s pink areola with the chocolate and then buried it in her mouth. After sucking on it, she let it go and flicked it with her tongue.
Nick was at a crossroads then. Did he just unzip his jeans and go to town? Part of him was desperate to do it, to get the first orgasm out of the way so he could concentrate and then slow down to enjoy the rest of the evening at a leisurely pace. The other part wanted to join Brina. The woman’s girlfriend was moaning just from having her nipple licked. Nick could imagine how slick and wet she was, how tight her pussy would feel, and how her hard nipple would feel against his tongue.
Fuck it.
He adjusted himself so it wouldn’t be too painful to walk with his cock making his jeans uncomfortably tight, and then he reached over to grab the chocolate. Brina didn’t even notice as he ran his fingers through the sweet stuff and then walked behind her to get to the other side of Monica. While he slid his fingers under her other strap, he brought his lips to her shoulder and kissed the skin there. It was soft and delicate and smelled spicy too, exotic and heady, and if there was a hell of sin and pleasure from whence he’d never return, he knew it would fucking smell like that.
She was letting him, this woman who wasn’t attracted to men, and once he had that side down, exposing her other breast, he repeated Brina’s earlier action, smearing her entire areola in chocolate. Unlike Brina, though, he planned to savor her and take his time. He wanted to torture her the way he was feeling tormented, hoping it would give her an amazing orgasm later.
He leaned back in toward her, breathing in that intoxicating scent, only now it was infused with the smell of Brina. Fuck. Who needed wine? He pointed his tongue toward her areola and circled around the edge of it, inciting another groan of pleasure from her mouth. It was then that Brina glanced over at him. He let his eyes slide to the side to appraise the woman he really wanted, but damned if he was going to be distracted from finishing the work he’d set out to do. He gently circled in closer and closer to the nipple until he touched it, and then he flicked the hard little nub, enjoying the taste of (almost) chocolate on his tongue. He held himself back, because he was ready to fuck her already. He was almost blind with desire, but he knew he could keep it together.
Throb.
He swallowed it down and then brought his lips gently to her breast, drawing it in starting at the nipple. She moaned again and Nick could almost see Brina’s expression.
Was she jealous?
No way. And so fucking what if she was? This had been her idea, and how the hell was he supposed to deny this nubile, sweet little thing making those cute noises every time he touched her?
Well, he wasn’t going to.
And he was even going to move forward. Any other woman—a heterosexual woman—he would move the proceedings along about now. It was pretty fucking obvious to him that she was ready, willing, and able, and he was ready to confirm his suspicions. He was pretty damned certain she had to be dripping wet below…and there was one way to find out.
He considered pulling her teddy down by grabbing it where it was bunched beneath her breasts while working it over the rest of her arms, but it would be a clunky maneuver that had the potential to spoil the mood—something he definitely did not want to do. So he continued making love to her breast with his mouth while trailing a finger down the front of that satiny teddy, drawing a straight line down her abdomen until he could feel the hardness of her mound. Having felt that path on so many other women before, he knew what was directly below. He’d find her slit and her clit would be housed somewhere in those folds, and his finger could keep sliding down until he found the opening where he could glide his finger (or even a couple) inside her, and the slicker she’d be, the smoother the ride.
Oh, but his fingers were already there. He must have been moving them while thinking about it, and he could feel the wetness through the thin fabric of the teddy. He’d planned to slide the panel back and get at her that way, but he felt that there were snaps there, so she could wear the teddy while fucking.
Goddamn, this night just kept getting better and better.
One hand cupped her breast tenderly, the one he was pleasuring, while Sabrina kept up her action on the other one. She’d since begun ignoring Nick, and he was okay with that. He thought it might make their fucking better later if he made her jealous. He didn’t know, but at this point, it wouldn’t be thoughtful to get this sweet thing all hot and bothered and then not follow through.
He slid two fingers down her slit once he had the teddy unsnapped and it was so easy to just glide over her. He heard her gasp then, and he flicked her nipple with his tongue again.
Throb, throb.
He’d done this dozens of times before, so there was nothing to it. He slid his index and middle finger inside her but swirled his thumb until he found her pulsing clit again. She sucked in another sharp breath of air and bucked against him, but he knew she was gonna ride his fucking fingers till she came now. She groaned again and wrapped a fist in his hair, and he took that as approval. He felt a smirk form on his mouth, her tit still in it, and now he started to understand why maybe Sabrina always had that look on her face.
The quality of Monica’s breathing grew lighter, faster, and she was gulping air like a sprinter. She was close. He knew slow and steady would win the race, so he kept it going, but made the pace faster, a little at a time so it wasn’t overwhelming. She gasped again and then quivered, clenching her pussy against his fingers, yelling. Then he felt a tearing at his hair, and he realized it was Brina. She forced his head to turn and she buried her tongue inside his mouth once more. Yeah…either she was jealous or she was hot and bothered—and Nick knew either scenario would mean good times for him.
Throb.
Chapter Eleven
NICK COULDN’T QUITE understand why the fuck they were still in the kitchen. He was ready to plunge his cock inside something. He was pretty sure the tip of his dick was going to be stuck to his underwear because he’d been ready for so goddamn long.
But it was like Brina and Monica wanted to celebrate the fact that she’d broken through some kind of wall by letting Nick finger her first. There hadn’t been anything awkward about it either, although now it was beginning to seem that way.
They were on their second glass of wine. No, scratch that. The women were. Nick couldn’t take it anymore and had gulped down the second glass minutes ago. He didn’t give a fuck that it was premium shit that should be savored. He needed something to slow him down, because these women were prolonging his agony b
eyond belief.
Part of him was tempted to rip his jeans off and start stroking himself right there. Maybe one of them would feel bad and take care of him.
But no. He was going to wait a little longer. He could and he would, and he didn’t want a pity fuck anyway. He wanted to be in control, and whipping it out right then wouldn’t do.
He had the third glass halfway gone when Brina said, “I think we need to head to the bedroom, don’t you?” Monica, dreamy eyed, nodded. “I had just gotten our deliciously sinful black satin sheets on the bed before you arrived.”
Monica stood and then giggled. “Yeah, they’re awesome, even when you slide all over the damn place.”
“Oh, you love coming on those things.”
“I do.” Brina stood and held out her hand to help Monica up off the floor. Then she buried her tongue in the woman’s mouth again, but she reached behind her back and cupped Nick’s cock and balls in her hand. She kneaded his entire package, warming him back up all over again. He let the air out of his lungs and relished the fact that he knew relief was coming soon.
…if he managed to not come right then and there.
Again, he thought, fuck it. If he did, he did, and these women would just have to deal.
No, he didn’t want to lose control, so he gritted his teeth and tried to think about anything other than the end goal. But he needed to communicate his desire, so he moved so that he was right behind Brina and, even though her hand was still cupped around him, he ground against her, placing his hands first on her waist and then, unable to stop himself, he slid them up her ribs and then over her breasts. He then glided his fingers up over the nipples, one finger at a time, with agonizing slowness. As each finger passed over the nipples, he could feel them growing harder through the fabric, responding to his touch. Then, his fingers splayed over both breasts, he gently squeezed them and buried his nose in her hair.
It wasn’t long after that he felt Brina move away from him, but her hand was still gripping his package. If he didn’t follow along, he knew her grasp could grow uncomfortable or painful. “Let’s go,” she said, hooking her hand inside the top of Monica’s now pathetic-looking lingerie. The girl had been sexy earlier but now looked like a victim, between the state of her clothing and the remnants of chocolate smeared on her breasts.
Nick tried to reach the wine or the chocolate to bring along, but Brina had already pulled him too far away. He figured it was probably for the better. More wine, and he might underperform…and if they were desperate for the chocolate later, one of them could fetch it out of the kitchen. It wasn’t too far off. So he let his feet continue their motions, one step at a time, and Monica somehow drifted behind Brina too, Brina’s hand still grasping the woman’s lingerie, and she led them down the hall that way.
Nick wasn’t sure how he felt about being pulled around by his dick and balls, and he wondered how Monica felt about being yanked around herself. But he looked over at her, and the expression on her face said everything. She was in love with Brina, completely smitten, and having her girlfriend lead her around the way she did was sheer joy.
Maybe it was just Nick then.
So he gave into it. It was part of the play and he could take it or leave it. He chose to take it, because he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on and this willing to prolong the agony for as long as possible.
When they got to the room he was pretty sure was the bedroom, Brina refused to let go of Monica’s lingerie, and she pulled the woman into the room. Nick, though, was torn between relief and sadness that she let go of his junk. But she turned toward him then and fisted the top of his t-shirt with such ferocity that Nick would have been scared if she’d been a mountain lion. She then slammed him into the door, open as wide as it would go pressed against the doorstopper on the wall, and smashed her face into his, bruising both their lips in the process. Her tongue clashed with his and somehow Nick’s cock grew harder.
How the fuck was that possible?
When her lips left his, he felt disoriented. The room had the glow of embers—a reddish, orange-ish tint, the light coming from the lamp next to the bed—and he couldn’t tell if the glow cast was because of the red oriental lampshade or if they had a colored bulb inside. It was dim yet warm in the room, in spite of what he knew was raging cold outside, and he felt like he’d been transported to another world.
The cinnamon smell had disappeared, only to be replaced by the sweet musky smell of incense. He couldn’t make out the exact scent, but the incense scent was unmistakable. The bed—queen-sized—took up a good chunk of the room, nestled between a wall and the closet, and it was clothed in black satin sheets as promised. He’d been thinking of hell earlier, but he knew that, if he had a heaven, it probably looked like this.
Brina’s face was covered in her classic smirk, and—fists still wrapped around his and Monica’s clothing—she led her lovers all the way inside to the foot of the bed.
“Monie, this man has suffered long enough. Take care of him.”
Nick felt his eyes grow wide but he said nothing as Brina sat on the bed and then scooted up it some so that her feet didn’t dangle over the edge. He loved the way the stiletto heels of the boots dug into the mattress. “I’m gonna get warmed up, because you,” she said, pointing at Nick, “are going to eat me after she’s done with you.”
Holy Christ, this woman was filthy. He’d been starting to wrap his mind around how much he loved that side of her when he felt Monica’s fingers on his jeans, prying the zipper down. The vibration from the metal teeth was amazing, but he couldn’t pry his eyes off Brina. He was beginning to understand why Monica didn’t question the woman. She really was being a bossy bitch, but he was amazed at what it did for his arousal. He only hoped Monica wouldn’t hate him after this.
Truth be told, she had probably done this before for her girlfriend.
“Suck him off,” Brina commanded, propping herself up with pillows and spreading her legs so that Nick could see her unfasten her own teddy down at the bottom, just like Monica’s had done. Shit…she was still wearing the garter and boots and he felt his cock pulse in response, just as Monica’s fingers pulled his underwear down and off his cock, but she left his jeans and the underwear on—they were removed just enough that she could get at him.
She wrapped those sweet lips around his cock and said mmm just as she did it, the thrumming from her vocal chords adding to the amazing sensation of simply being touched. He looked down briefly and placed his hands at her temples so he could pull her hair back and away. He let out a long breath and closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of her mouth wrapped around his cock.
But then his eyes snapped back open. He wanted to look at Brina again—they were doing this for her, after all. Her right hand was positioned over her pussy, those red claws making her fingers stand out against her white flesh and the black she wore and rested on. She stroked one of her long fingers against herself and smirked at Nick, then made a licking motion toward him with her tongue.
He throbbed again in response, just as Monica sucked him down again. He nearly reeled with the sensation. Brina almost laughed and then moaned as she ran her fingers down her slit again. He had to hold it together but it was growing impossible. Between receiving one of the sweetest blowjobs he’d ever had in his life and getting his own personal live peep show, he was struggling to keep it together.
Monica slid her free hand up his thigh and started tickling his balls. Normally, he’d find it distracting and the distraction alone would be enough to prolong orgasm.
But not today.
No, this time, he was done. She sucked him hard twice more and that was it. He could feel the life draining from his body as his mind hit that euphoric wonderland he’d been waiting for. He felt Monica swallowing his cum and even that—him wondering why this sweet young lady who had no preference for males was acting like a heterosexual woman—couldn’t stop his ride to the top.
As he came back down,
he felt his body shudder against his will, and he tried to get his wits about him. He wondered if Brina was going to make them kiss or do anything else, but then he remembered that she’d commanded him to feast upon her pussy. He took a deep breath, willing away the wave of sleepiness that washed over him, and grinned over at Brina. She too looked as though she was on the verge of orgasm. Maybe it had been a good thing he couldn’t hold out any longer. “You ready for me?”
She observed him through hooded eyes. “What’s it look like, Channing?” Monica removed her hands from him and wiped her mouth before standing. “You, come take care of me topside.”
Nick was sauntering over to the bed, but Monica didn’t waste a second responding to her girlfriend’s request. She kissed Brina full on and Nick placed his hands on Brina’s knees. Oh, to be given this opportunity. She wouldn’t regret it.
Brina broke off the kiss with Monica and the blonde then started tweaking her girlfriend’s nipple. Brina looked Nick straight in the eye. “What the hell are you waiting for?”
Indeed. So Nick lowered himself to worship at her shrine and take her to heaven with his tongue, just as she’d demanded.
* * *
Nick sat up and then found himself sliding off those goddamned slippery sheets onto the floor, nearly landing on his ass. After a little searching, he found his jeans and put them on. Brina was still sprawled on the bed, half covered by the sheet, and he paused so he could gaze on her beauty. She was lanky and thin, but her bones were big and she was tall. She was what he imagined an Amazonian woman to look like. Her lips were no longer painted deep red with lipstick but they were still full and beautiful, and her eyes were still lined in black. Her hair was splayed behind her head, but it was hard to see it all up against the black sheets. Her breasts were perfect—smallish but perky, and the areolas were a light brown up against her pale skin, even more striking with her dark hair. Her little landing strip of pubic hair was dark brown, though, which made him guess she dyed the hair on her head darker. Went with the Sinna image and all.
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