Rachel didn’t hesitate or tease herself with any preliminary strokes. Her need was too great for that now. Like a race horse chomping at the bit, her body demanded satisfaction and her hand obeyed, slipping around the balled-up material of her little G-string to hone in on the swollen bud of her desire.
One finger, that’s all it took, one single finger swirling over her clit to make her eyes roll back in her head. Faster and tighter, she rounded that sweet little bud. All the while, he watched, his eyes flashing in the mirror with the promise of what would come, what he intended to do to her very shortly. First, though, he wanted to see her do it to herself.
Rachel gave herself over to the excitement of her own touch, to the illusion of Killian watching her as her whole body tightened. Tremors quaked through her muscles as the first cracks in reality began to snap around her. Sharp shards of rapture cut through her, lacerating her body with such intense pleasure that she jerked and writhed under the impact.
Her body lost its ability to hold her weight, and she slouched forward into the mirror, blindly banging her forehead into the cool surface even as her free hand abandoned her breast to clutch at the rounded top of its frame.
Oh, God, she needed to be filled, stretched.
Cock. I need a cock.
His cock would be wonderful, but all she had were her fingers. Her scrawny little fingers didn’t go deep enough or stretch her wide enough, but they were all she had, and she used them as well as she could. Years of training made her especially good, and in minutes she had herself panting, pressing into the mirror as her orgasm hit her.
Even as she splintered apart from the impact of slamming into Utopia, he made his move. Oversized and warm, his hand slid beneath the edge of her panties to cover hers like a glove. Molding itself to every finger, his hand widened her cunt as he forced her to fuck herself even deeper, harder, faster.
“It’s my turn now.”
Rachel didn’t have the energy or even the focus to object to her fantasy lover’s sudden appearance. Rachel barely managed to open her eyes to meet the dark, feral eyes of the man staring back at her—Adam, not Killian. She recognized him a moment before a second, more deadly explosion rocketed through her body.
Fireworks heralded her ascent into the heavens, and she flew with the stars twinkling all around her. How long she stayed suspended in the warm cocoon of release, she didn’t know. Too soon, the world ordered itself, fitting back in piece-by-piece to solidify the image around her that had her crashing back to Earth.
Rachel blinked and met her fantasy lover’s gaze in the mirror. Not sparkling bright, but dark and hungry. Adam.
Adam stood behind her with Killian leaning against the doorframe in the background. Her two dream lovers had come to life to haunt her with the embarrassment and humiliation of having been caught doing something Rachel would never have admitted to anybody she did. The flush in her cheeks did not come wholly from the afterglow of release.
What now?
What could she say after what just happened? Was there anything really to say? They’d intruded on her most intimate and private of moments, but did it matter? From the look in their eyes and the pounding of her own heart, there could be no denying that things were about to get a lot more intimate between the three of them.
* * * *
Adam didn’t know if he could hold on for another second. It had been a struggle for the last five minutes ever since he’d walked into the room and found Rachel wearing an outfit he’d never have thought she’d even own. That shock had been minimal compared to what she had been doing.
He’d known the second her hands had slid her robe off her shoulders that she would be giving him a show that would test his control like it had never been tested before. It had been a fantasy come true, but for one detail. She hadn’t watched. She’d kept her eyes closed when he knew she would have enjoyed it more with them open.
Adam would rectify that. Next time, he would make sure she kept her eyes open, and there would be a next time—many next times—because he would need it. Even now, the memory of her lifting her own breast to her mouth, of watching those full, pink lips part over her furrowed tip, had his balls drawing up in painful demand.
God, but he wanted to watch it all again, even as he wanted to be the one tasting her luscious tits. It would only be the beginning. He’d taste every inch of her, spread her out on the bed and feast on her, but first he had to get the burning distraction out of his cock. It would give him no rest until it had fucked itself to exhaustion in the sweet heat of the pussy he could already smell dripping with cream.
Oh, yeah. She’d been hot and tight around his fingers. Tight enough to have his dick swelling at the very idea of having that little cunt suck his full length into the vise of her molten muscles. Adam’s cock swelled, threatening to explode before it even got a chance to bathe in Rachel’s heat. He would have erupted over her then, taking what he needed with as much finesse as a caveman if she hadn’t surprised him by moving.
Not away from, but toward him. She turned and pressed her flushed curves into him, surprising him with her boldness. He wouldn’t have expected her to embrace the moment, but then again, he wouldn’t have expected her to start it with such a magnificent display, either. Rachel might have come off as prim and proper, but within her lay the heart of a vixen.
The contradiction had him mesmerized, which was why he didn’t respond at first when she stretched up to press a sweet kiss against his lips. Her quick little tongue licked at his before she nipped his lower lip, sending a sudden flash of violent lust through him. Adam’s control nearly snapped, unleashing the aroused aggression pounding through his blood, but Rachel’s gaze caught his and held it.
The dark orbs glinted with the dangerous combination of feminine mystery and mirth. Adam swallowed, paralyzed by the volatile mix of anticipation and excitement as her eyes slowly drifted further away from him and she went to her knees. He could see the promise in her eyes. She intended to torment him, and there was nothing he could do to stop her. Nothing he would do but stand there tense, each muscle locked and loaded.
She could have this moment. Soon, though, very soon, he would have his. The little minx might think she had the upper hand, but once she drained every inch of his cock of its stiffness, he would show her who really held the power.
Adam couldn’t relax enough to smile, but he wanted to. His little temptress, Rachel, had the spirit of a vixen but the sweet soul of an angel. The way she fumbled with his belt and tugged at the zipper of his jeans told him that this would be a first for her. Instead of diminishing her power as a seductress, the underlying innocence he could sense in her made her more attractive to him.
He forgot to breathe. She’d gotten his jeans undone. The moment his hardened shaft was unleashed, it sprung forward to find a warm welcome in her cupped hands. So light, so gentle, the first tentative strokes of her palm along his cock had him shuddering with the struggle to restrain himself from taking control.
He’d never been touched like this before. Slowly, with a reverence that made him feel like she was worshipping him, Rachel explored every crease, every wrinkle of his dick. Adam clenched his jaw and endured her curious little caresses.
With each one, she filled his mind with the static of his own rampaging lust until all he could hear was the hum of tension binding down on him. With a crackle and pop, it snapped at the cool, silky feel of her tongue tracing the vein running the length of his cock. She used the tip of her tongue for that first electrifying lick. Right beneath the ridge of his swollen head, her tongue dipped and slid back downward.
At first, her mouth didn’t move and the rest of her tongue snaked out, curling around his thickness until the velvety heaven cupped him and pulled her lips down toward his balls. Adam flinched and gasped when her explorations continued lower. Her lips closed over his tender sack. She sucked, and he moaned.
Oh, shit! He’d come right now if she did that again. Holding himself tense and read
y for another devastating blow, he sucked in a huge breath when her tongue skipped back up his cock. The quick, flirty motion gave him a second to regain some precious needed control, but only a second. Licking around the curved edge of his head, she delivered another sharp lash of rapture to his body when she tasted the very tip of his dick.
Flaring her lips a little, she settled her mouth down around the head of his cock in a painfully unfulfilling move. So close to what he wanted, it about killed him when she didn’t suck. She did go exploring, allowing her tongue to trace down the slit toward the unseeing eye in the center of his head.
That soft, velvety toying motion was followed by the sharp scrape of teeth over his sensitive skin. Adam cursed and jerked under the assault. Almost instantly, his objection turned to approval as she soothed the injury with a gentle suck. The teasing little motion had his hips jerking back toward her as a groan escaped from him.
The little tease.
She knew what she was doing to him. That truth glimmered in her eyes, eyes that had not once wavered from his. That look alone would have hardened his dick. In combination with what her wicked mouth was doing to him, the effect was almost lethal. It might not have killed him, but it did rip away the veneer of domestication he normally wore.
The primitive male inside him demanded that the woman kneeling before him finish what she’d started. He would tolerate no more games or hesitation. Her time of power had come to an end. Adam regained control by wrapping a fist through her hair. Rachel didn’t mutter a single protest or utter a word of complaint when he dragged her head back, forcing her face to tilt up.
“You want to play, Rachel, but you don’t know the rules to this game.”
Her lips twisted up ever so slightly in a barely-there, smug little smile. Adam growled. She had challenged him. Adam never backed down from a challenge and never lost to a woman. Pushing her head back down until her lips brushed over his cock once again, Adam snarled out an order.
“Suck it.”
He hadn’t asked, and he hadn’t left her any room to deny him, even if she had wanted to. With his hold in her hair, he forced her head lower, and her lips broke wide over his length. She rebelled for a moment, refusing to suck even as she took his dick all the way into the warm, moist haven of her mouth. Only when his head bounced against the back of her throat and she’d settled over as much of his thick shaft as she could take did she move.
With a quickness he couldn’t defend against, her hand shot up to palm his balls. At the exact same instant, she jerked back against his hold, clamping her lips down and pulling her mouth back up over his cock. Adam cursed again, jerking under the sudden onslaught of pleasure that didn’t stop.
She didn’t stop. She sucked his cock with a speed and fierceness that had him teetering on the edge of the most explosive climax he’d ever approached. His hand kept her head bobbing up and down his cock at an ever-increasing speed until she swallowed and took his aching dick that much deeper into paradise.
The dam broke, and he couldn’t contain his roar of satisfaction any more than he could stop the burning seed from erupting out of his balls in a volcanic outpouring. Nothing ever compared to the pure pleasure of a release, but this time he soared to heights he didn’t know men were capable of attaining. It was almost poetic but for the savagery of the rapture that held him in its grip.
It burned straight through his flesh to brand his soul with the permanence of Utopia known. He would need this again, would need to feel like this often. That sobering reality ripped him from the ecstasy embracing him and tumbled him back to Earth, where Rachel still knelt before him and the promise of another trip to paradise still kept his dick hard.
Hard as an eighteen-year-old with the ability to go many, many rounds in one night. It had been a while since that had happened—years, in fact. Adam was normally good for two, maybe three rounds in one night. Now he suddenly had the stamina to go two or three rounds in the next hour, all thanks to the woman whose lips glistened with the proof of his last release.
Poor girl. She has no idea what is in store for her. Adam couldn’t wait to show her. She’d done a good job of swallowing everything he’d blasted her with. His cock still felt sticky from his recent explosion. Tightening the hold that had gone slack when he’d come, he knotted her hair around his fist and forced her gaze back to his dick.
“Time to clean up your mess, honey. Lick it.”
Lick it she did. Rachel licked, teased, and brought him back to the need to have her suck him again. Adam had played right into her hands because she didn’t need him to command her. Opening her mouth wide, she clamped her lips down over his cock and worked him back to the edge of ecstasy. This time she set the rhythm. She took control, and he didn’t have the strength to fight it.
Too. Damn. Good. A part of him wanted to rally and fight for dominance of this moment, but his muscles refused to respond, too wrapped up in the pleasure of the best blow job Adam had ever had. He could have relaxed and sailed right over the horizon into another atomic explosion, but this time he fought it. Damn me. I’m not going to waste this load on her throat.
He’d deliver it, burying it deep inside her, right after he reamed her pussy hard and good. That’s exactly what Adam would do once he put a stop to this insanity. That was his last thought before the rapture consuming him burned away all rational thoughts.
Adam would have gone down under the sucking pump of Rachel’s lips if her moan hadn’t ripped through the rhythm. Thrown for just a second from the pulsating beat, Adam’s eyes lifted, catching sight of Killian.
His friend had gone to the floor behind Rachel, and his big, tanned hands held her thighs wide, leaving Adam’s captor vulnerable and exposed. Adam could only imagine how pretty Rachel’s little pussy must look, all swollen and glistening with cream, naked in a way that lured a man in to take a little taste.
He watched as Killian’s head dipped to do just that. Rachel jerked and skipped a beat. Another moan reverberated down his cock, and Adam smiled. Things were about to get good.
Chapter 6
Too good. It was as if a slice of heaven had speared through Rachel, straight up from her pussy to incinerate her spine in a shower of pure, white-hot rapture. Another bolt shot through her as the devilish tongue made another pass straight through her swollen lips. It pressed slightly over the opening of her cunt, a quick, shallow thrust that had her moaning and arching in a plea for more.
With another thrust into her aching pussy, Killian fed her desires before sliding free of her clinging muscles. Licking straight up, he toyed with the little bud that held the mystery of the female orgasm within its web of nerve endings.
“Oh, God, yes!”
Rachel didn’t know if she’d said it or thought it. She didn’t care. All she cared about was arching backward, pressing into the tongue swirling over her tender little clit and making her whole body tremble as the screws to her release tightened down all around her. She tried to rear and buck into the open mouth tormenting her pussy, but the firm, almost painful, grip of fingers dug into her hips and held her still.
Her head reared back off the cock filling her mouth. She barely got out a squeak, not near the demand she intended, before the hand in her hair slammed her head back down. Rachel didn’t have the mind left to focus on any rhythm but the tongue that swirled over and over her clit.
Mindless of anything other than the orgasm building to a head inside her, she gave herself over completely to their control, to their authority. Being made vulnerable heightened the erotic experience, defining each second with a dark thrill that had her twisting as the bright light of ecstasy dawned over the horizon of her soul.
Three thick fingers, slick with her own cream, penetrated her ass, blasting her out into the ether as Killian’s husky promise chased after her. “So damn tight. I’m going to fuck this ass.”
Her world broke apart at the seams. She screamed as Adam pulled his cock from her mouth. She’d have been lost if it hadn’t b
een for the pressure filling her ass, grounding her to the world. Killian fucked his fingers into her, widening her, stretching her, preparing her for something a great deal thicker and longer than his fingers. And all the while, his words haunted her, a tender caress across the flaming folds of her pussy.
“I’m going to take you right here, so hard and deep, with Adam filling out that tight little pussy of yours. You want that, don’t you? You want both of us fucking you at the same time. Filling you like you’ve never been filled and making you explode with pleasure like no other man ever has. Feel it, baby.”
Suddenly, he lifted, bringing his hips to mold around hers. His thick thighs pushed hers open even wider, forcing her to rest her weight on his as his thick shaft parted her folds with the tempting promise of penetration. It didn’t come. Instead, he teased her with the feel of him, letting his actions and words work her into a frenzy of need.
“You like that, baby? You want it? You want to feel my dick stretching you wide? You gonna beg me for it?”
The deep, dark words floated through her mind, making her whimper with her own need. God, she wanted it, wanted the thick, hard cock sawing through her pussy lips and teasing her clit with its non-stop stroking motion to plunge deep inside her, fill her, and then pound her hard and fast into oblivion.
“I am going stretch this little cunt wide, fill it with more cock than it’s ever had. I’m going to fuck you harder and deeper than any man has ever fucked you, and you’re going to love it. Every sweaty, dirty second of it. You’re going to be begging for more.”
Oh, God, please. Now. That’s just what she ached for.
“Then I’m going to pull it out and slam it into this ass.” He leaned back, forcing his cock even tighter against her cunt as his hands palmed her butt. “This tight, plush, virgin ass. It is a virgin, isn’t it, baby? You ain’t never taken a man here before, have you?”
Rachel didn’t have the ability to form words. Her voice had been stolen from her long minutes ago. The reasoning needed to form coherent thoughts had been eaten away by the primal instincts Killian called forth with his hands. Those primitive responses ruled now. They bowed her back lower, arching her hips up to rub back against his bold touch.
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