Suave

by C. A. Bell

  He smacked my arse as he closed the door behind him, then rushed me to the bed where he bent me over and got down on his knees. Parting my arse cheeks like a cottage loaf, he poked his tongue against my hole. I moaned in my throat. I loved having my arse played with. Not so much the fucking of it, but the licking and poking was fucking H.O.T. Always got my thighs wet.

  He slipped down from my arse to my pussy and sucked as much of me in as possible. I wriggled my bottom, pushing back, wanting him to take more. His tongue poked against my clit, sending my whole body into overdrive. I felt empty. I needed something inside me, something for my pussy to grip on to and fuck the life out of. She was a greedy madam—never satisfied and always looking for her next victim.

  Lennox continued to try to eat me whole until I couldn’t bear it any longer. I shoved my bum back in his face, pushing him away, and then turned.

  “Fuck me, Lennox,” I panted.

  He reached for his bedside cabinet and searched around before pulling out a gold foil packet.

  “You do it.” He handed me the condom.

  I ripped it open with my teeth, the smell of rubber and sex filling my nostrils, then took it out, pinched the end like a good schoolgirl, and rolled it down his impressive shaft.

  “There you go, big boy.” I winked.

  “Are you ready for this?” His cheeks lifted with both pride and arrogance.

  I spun around and stuck my arse out at him. “Fuck, yes. Give it to me.”

  He placed his thick head against my opening and then pushed, stretching me open like I’d never been before.

  My breath caught in my throat. “Fuck me.”

  He growled. “You like that?”

  “Fuck. Yes.”

  He gripped my waist as he began to pump his hips faster, forcing me to grab at the heavily embroidered cover so I had something to hang on to. I arched my back and flung my hair back. He grabbed a fistful and tugged. That was it. That was where I loved to be. In the backwards S—spine arched, arse out, and head back. The perfect position to get a really good pounding.

  Steadily building his speed, he maintained his hold on my hair and hip before pulling me back by my locks harder until I rose from the bed and hit his chest. His hand moved from my hip and slithered up my body to my neck where he gripped.

  “Fuck, I could just break your tiny body in half I’m that horny for you,” he panted, his breath in my ear sending goosebumps over my body.

  “Mmm. Question is which half would you keep?” I asked, reaching out for the chunky wooden bed post for support.

  “Oh, fuck.” He continued to pump his hips. “The top half.”

  I quirked a brow. “Really?”

  “Mhm. Only because I haven’t felt those beautiful lips around my cock.”

  I grinned at his hint. “How about we rectify that and keep me in one piece?”

  “Fuck.” He growled, hitting me deep one last time before withdrawing.

  I spun, dropped to my knees and rolled the condom off as I licked my lips, priming my mouth. I took a deep breath and prepared to take the beast before opening my mouth as wide as I could. I fed his shaft into my mouth while I held the base. There was no way this big boy was getting any deep throat. He’d cut of my air supply for sure.

  I took him back as far as I could without gagging and bobbed up and down while I wanked the bottom half of his dick off. The taste of salty pre-come filled my mouth. He jerked his hips forward, wanting to go deeper, but there was no chance. I wasn’t leaving this house with a dislocated jaw for all the sexy men and women in the world.

  I continued where I was, nodding up and down, running my tongue around his head and rubbing his exposed shaft. He moaned and rolled his hips as he gathered my hair into a ponytail.

  “Fuck. That feels so good.”

  I moaned through my nose and sped up.

  “Shit. You carry on like that and I’m gonna come down your throat.”

  I gave him a few more sucks then pulled back. His cock made a popping sound as it left my mouth. I panted for air.

  “Now, now, Mr. Grant. It’s far too early for that.”

  He held his hand out to me and grinned. “Then I guess I shall have to work on you for a while, because my balls are full and ready to empty.”

  I rose and he pushed me down on the bed before diving between my legs and straight to my clit. He sucked it hard.

  “Fuck,” I cried out, my delicate, enflamed nub ready to send my core erupting and spouting hot lava.

  He looked up at me, eyes sparkling with lust, and said, “Play with your tits,” before lowering his head and sucking me into his mouth once more.

  I did as he ordered and grabbed my petite breasts before kneading them. I was ready to come. Ready to open wide and squirt right into his mouth. But I held off. I wanted this to last until the sun came up. And if that was what I wanted, that was what I’d get.

  Hannah and Nancy

  Max Harper

  On the taxi ride back to my place, I scrolled through my phone looking for an early hours booty call. Halting at Hannah (snake tattoo), I smiled and pressed the call button.

  Loud music invaded my ears when she answered. “Hello?”

  “Hey, Hannah. It’s Max.”

  “I know. Sexy fuck Max just flashed up on my screen. What can I do for you, baby?”

  “I was wondering if you were about for a nightcap. But judging from that noise in the background, you aren’t.”

  The music slowly became quieter and I heard a door shut.

  “Now, you know I am always available for you, Max.”

  My cheeks lifted.

  “Come and join the party. You know where I am.”

  My forehead creased. “Umm…” I hadn’t a clue where she was. All I remembered was it was the top floor apartment.

  “Remind me again.”

  “Honestly. You are too bad. Victoria Road. Just left of the Blue Orange where you fingered me in the bathroom.”

  My dick throbbed. Suddenly I remembered.

  “I’ll be there in ten.”

  “Mmm, goodie.”

  I hung up and directed the driver before sitting back and replaying the night I had met Hannah.

  I’d locked eyes on her the moment I walked in the bar. She was stood with another woman, giggling away, checking out the talent. She was wearing a sexy little white number, and as I made my way to the bar, I noticed the tiniest hint of ink poking out from the bottom of her dress. Well, that was it. My target for that night was to find out how far that tat ran up her thigh. And I did. In the toilets. I didn’t usually get down and dirty in the toilets, but, well, these weren’t your average restrooms. The Blue Orange was a top-notch cocktail bar that catered to only the finest of people. And their bathrooms were just as chic as the rest of the place. The tat turned out to be a snake, and it slithered its sexy curves right up to her butt cheek. God it was hot. I didn’t usually go for girls with tattoos, but after slithering my tongue up her python, I’d changed my opinion.

  The driver pulled up outside the apartments and I paid him before stepping out. Glancing up to the top floor to see a group of people out on the balcony, I adjusted my jacket and headed inside. Her door was open when I got to it. Peering in, I noticed the place was packed, the majority being women. I straightened my back and strode in. As soon as I stepped foot in the room, at least five women gave me the once over. I smiled at each and every one of them as I walked past and made my way over to the hostess who I’d spotted out on the balcony smoking.

  She looked over as I approached, her lips curling into a sexy smile.

  “Hello,” I said, taking the cigarette out of her hand and chucking it away.

  Kissing a woman who tasted like an ashtray was not my thing.

  I took out my pack of cigars. “Finesse tastes much better on you.” I winked.

  She took one from the packet and placed it between her lips. I took out my twin flame lighter and lit it, holding the flame in front of her. She move
d in, sucking on the stick as the flame ignited the end, lighting her face with a warm glow against the night’s dark backdrop.

  I watched as she took her first proper drag.

  “Better?”

  She exhaled the smoke. “Mmm. Yes. Good to see you again.”

  I tipped my head, saying, “Likewise,” and took a smoke out for myself.

  “So, what’s with the late night call? Did your latest piece of skirt kick you out of bed?”

  I chuckled as I sparked up my lighter again. “Now come on. You know that’s not what’s happened. I was just out having a late game of poker.”

  “Win big?”

  “Yes to the first, no to the latter.”

  “A win’s a win.” She shrugged. “So, let me guess. You were out playing poker and then on your way home you thought, God I need a good shag?”

  “Fuck, you’re too good.”

  She looked up at me from under her lashes. “You should know.”

  “Oh, that I do.”

  “We’re going to head off now, Hannah,” a woman said, coming forward and kissing her cheek. “I’ve pulled.”

  She glanced over at two men stood by the door.

  “Nancy Heath, you are a dirty woman.” Hannah returned her kiss. “Call me in the morning. I want all the juicy details.”

  “Only if you do,” the short, blonde woman said, looking me up and down.

  “He’ll call and tell you himself if you like.” Hannah winked. “This one’s a very bad boy.”

  “Damn! If only I’d known. We could have had a three way.” She laughed.

  I took a drag of my Cuban cigar. “I’m game if you two are.”

  The blonde’s jaw almost hit the floor. She looked over to the guys stood at the door, shuffling their feet, horny as fuck and dying to get out of the place and double penetrate her.

  She looked up at me. “Really?”

  “Fuck, yes. But only if you two want to.”

  I glanced over at Hannah, knowing her panties would already be wet for it. She was a naughty fucker, and I knew she’d have no problem with sharing, or being in a threesome with another girl. I knew for a fact she’d had many a good time with a lady involved. She’d told me the night we’d first met while I banged her against the glass doors that we were stood next to now.

  “Hannah?” her friend said, practically foaming at the mouth.

  “I’m game.”

  “Holy shit. Okay. Umm…” She snagged her bottom lip with her teeth. “How am I supposed to get rid of those two?”

  I wrapped my arm around Hannah’s waist then did the same to Nancy and pulled them both in. “Don’t worry about them. They’ll soon get the message,” I said, moving in for a kiss.

  Hannah murmured against my ear as I kissed her friend softly before withdrawing to show her tongue some attention as I kept her friend tight against me. Her tongue instantly found mine and began rolling around it eagerly. A tight grip on my cock forced me to moan against Hannah’s mouth. I peeked down to see Nancy’s grip on my crotch. Fuck, they both wanted me. Now.

  I pulled away from the kiss, slowly. “Where can we go, ladies?”

  Hannah flicked her cigar over the balcony. “My room,” she said, gripping mine and Nancy’s hands before practically dragging us back into the house. I nodded to the two men still stood at the door, hands in pockets, probably squeezing their boners.

  Yes, gentlemen, you’ve been well and truly stiffed, I thought to myself as all three of us made our way out of the room and into the corridor.

  Hannah pushed her bedroom door open.

  “What the fuck?” she yelled.

  I poked my head in to see a couple fucking on her bed.

  The bloke looked up. “Shit, sorry.”

  “Yeah, you should be. I told you all. Guest bedrooms.” Hannah scowled.

  The guy got up, hiding his modesty while the woman on the bed covered her chest with her hands.

  I stepped forward and grabbed the door handle. “Don’t worry about it, mate. You carry on.” I shut the door.

  “Hey, you. That’s my bedroom. I don’t want to get into bed later to find sticky patches if they aren’t mine…” She looked at Nancy and me. “Ours.”

  “Let the poor guy finish.”

  She crossed her arms and leant against the wall. “Fine.”

  “Hey, I don’t mean let’s wait for him to finish. I mean let him get on with it while we find somewhere else.”

  “There’s only the guest bedrooms. And they’re bound to be taken.”

  “Couldn’t hurt to look.”

  The three of us peeked into the first room to find two Chinese girls naked on the bed, while two blokes took pictures of them.

  I pulled a funny face as I shut the door. “Wow, what kind of place are you running here, Hannah?”

  “A sexy one,” she said as she wiggled to the next room in her red mini dress. I caught sight of her tattoo like I had the first night I’d met her, and my dick started to thicken.

  Checking in on the second room to find it occupied, Hannah huffed. “This is no fun.”

  I ran my hand down her face. “Don’t get all pouty on me. We’ll just wait, baby. And while we do, I’ll tease that naughty snake of yours.”

  Her face suddenly lit up with mischief. “Got it. Come with me.”

  She lead Nancy and myself down the corridor and back out to the main room where she grabbed some keys before proceeding out the front door and calling the elevator.

  My forehead wrinkled in curiosity. Where was the little minx taking us?

  When the polished doors parted, we all stepped inside.

  “Going down.” She winked as she pressed the P.

  “Where are you taking us?” Nancy giggled as she leant into me.

  Hannah walked over and kissed her on the lips. My dick pulsed as it filled with arousal.

  “You’ll see,” she said, stepping back and biting her bottom lip with a sultry look.

  Wherever she was taking us she had better get us there quick. If I had to wait any longer to feel my balls slapping against one of their arses I was going to explode in my pants.

  The lift stopped, sending my stomach into a somersault, and the doors opened. Stepping out into the quiet underground car park Hannah jangled keys in the air.

  “You can’t drive,” Nancy announced. “You’ve been drinking all night.”

  “Who said anything about driving?” Hannah wiggled off, Nancy and I hot on her heels.

  Flashing from the far corner caught my attention. The little devil. She wanted to fuck in her Ferrari.

  She opened the driver’s door and pulled the front seat forward before ducking in. I watched as her dress rode up and gave me a view of her great arse and the snake’s tail.

  I held out my hand to Nancy. “Ladies first.”

  After she’d got in and given me yet another sexy sight to look at, I slipped right in behind her and closed the door.

  “Now, ladies, I hope you don’t mind if we get straight down to business,” I said, struggling to get my jacket of in the small space. “Because I am starving.”

  They didn’t say a word, just came towards me all fingers and claws and started undoing my shirt and trousers. Nails ran down my chest, kisses caressed my neck, and hands gripped my dick and balls. It was heaven. I reached out and pulled the tops of their dresses down to expose their tits. They were gorgeous. So different from one another’s, but each pair completely edible. Hannah’s sat high on her chest, perky and perfectly round. While Nancy’s sat high but fell lower, creating a delicious bouncy shape. I gripped both pairs in my hands and squeezed. God, I was so horny I wanted to pop them.

  Hannah wriggled away from my grasp and lowered her head. Her hair brushed against my groin and then her warm mouth engulfed my entire shaft. She choked and withdrew for air, then went back for more. Nancy moved closer, forcing me to release her breast, then started tonguing my nipple. She flicked vigorously over the tip like she was working on a clit,
then sucked it into her mouth, hard.

  The sensation of lips not only on my cock but on my chest, too, was sending my balls churning with frustration. I wanted to come. I wanted to leave the pair of them like a plasterer’s radio—splattered in my white cream.

  Nancy travelled down my body, pushing Hannah out of the way and off my cock as she made her way for my balls and sucked one of them into her mouth. Hannah quickly resumed her job.

  I glanced down. The sight was pure orgasmic. It took every ounce of concentration I had not to come and blow their heads off right there and then. But I did.

  I stroked both their heads as they worked on me, sucking, licking, and grabbing.

  After minutes of pure bliss, Hannah sat up.

  “Have you got a rubber?”

  Seriously, she had to ask. “Inside pocket,” I panted, Nancy still slurping on my balls.

  Retrieving a condom, she ripped the packet open then rolled it down my shaft.

  “Watch out, Nance. I need to ride this. My pussy is dripping.”

  She moved away with one last suck, pulling my ball with her until it popped out of her mouth. I jerked as it snapped back into place.

  Hannah straddled my hips and instantly sunk down onto my girth before bouncing up and down with her head nuzzled against my neck. I reached out for Nancy and slid my hand up her dress before finding her underwear, pulling it to one side, and inserting a finger. She moaned.

  Hannah reached out and grabbed Nancy’s hand. “Finger my arse.”

  “Oh God, you are so bad.” Nancy giggled, slipping her arm behind Hannah’s back.

  “Yeah. Well, do you know what’s really bad?” She looked at me and smiled. “This is my boyfriend’s car.”

  My eyes widened. “Oh fuck. Holy shit, woman. You never told me you had a boyfriend.”

  “You never asked.”

  Her little confession sent my balls tightening. “Fuck, that’s so bad but so fucking horny.”

  “Bad? That’s nothing, Max. Wait until we really get going.”

  My eyes almost rolled to the back of my head in ecstasy as I rested my head back against the leather chair.

  I had a feeling I was going to see the sun rise with these two.