Bring On the Heat

by Eden Bradley

  Sean snorted. “I don’t have to admit any such thing. I’m not into men.” A devilish glint appeared. “But I seem to remember a certain someone who begged for a cock in her ass while there was one crammed into her pussy.”

  Cream gushed to soak her panties. “I…”

  “You see this scar?” He pointed to a crescent-shaped mark on the inside of his wrist before she could gather her thoughts. “This is from you.”

  Her brow furrowed. “I don’t remember doing that.”

  His voice was smoky when he said, “Do you remember me pounding into your tight ass in the shower?”

  He’d brought her to orgasm twice while fucking her ass. The second orgasm had been so intense she’d bit down on his wrist to keep from screaming, lest her neighbors called the police. God, she’d left that scar. No wonder he remembered her.

  Another gush of moisture dampened her jeans. She was sure Sean could feel the heat radiating from her core.

  “I know you’ve wondered,” his breath whispered against her ear when he leaned in, “what it would feel like to have a hard cock in your ass and another in your pussy at the same time.”

  Amanda’s knees threatened to give way. She ran her tongue over her lips and swallowed to ease her suddenly dry throat. “What’s your point?”

  He pulled away and met her gaze, the corner of his mouth tilting in a teasing smile. “Do you trust me?”

  She sniffed. “About as far as I can throw you, Rodeo.”

  He tugged her closer, the pearl snaps of his shirt pushing into her skin. “Do you believe me when I say you’ll have at least half a dozen orgasms before the night is through?” He pressed his thigh against her throbbing clit and rocked in rhythm to the pounding beat of the band’s latest song.

  Oh, God! It was too much. She’d been aroused all day and now this conversation about her darkest fantasy.

  She rubbed herself against his thigh, pressing harder and harder until her pussy convulsed. She gasped.

  His strong arms enfolded her, kept her from sliding to the floor in a boneless heap.

  He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  He kissed the top of her head and continued to sway their bodies in a rough approximation of dancing until the music stopped. “You okay to walk?”

  She nodded and followed on wobbly legs while he led them to the table where Nicole and Brittany prepared to leave.

  Brittany hugged Amanda. “I’ll be back the day after tomorrow, Mandy. Nicole and I are staying at her friend’s beach house after the tournament.”

  Amanda mumbled a good-bye, but her sister and friend were already halfway across the patio.

  Sean turned to Bret. “Hey, man, Amanda’s invited me back to her place so we can catch up on old times. She said ya’ll were about to leave before I intruded. Did you want to join us?”

  Bret’s eyebrows shot up. He studied Amanda.

  She flushed under the scrutiny.

  “Who’s issuing the invitation, you or Amanda?”

  Sean’s eyes narrowed. “Look…”

  “I am,” Amanda said before Sean could ruin possibly the only chance she’d ever have for this particular fantasy to be fulfilled.

  Bret glanced from Sean to Amanda. “Not quite what I had in mind.” He shrugged. “But, why not? You lead. I’ll follow.”

  Amanda bit the inside of her cheek as they made their way out of the bar and to the parking lot, where Sean slid into her truck while Bret went to his car.

  She couldn’t believe what was about to happen. She’d wanted a thorough fucking and she was guaranteed to get it. She might not trust Rodeo with her heart, but she could trust him to leave her sated and senseless.

  She pulled into her driveway and drew in a shaky breath. How had she gotten them home? Good thing she only lived a couple of minutes from the bar.

  Sean hopped out of the cab.

  Amanda flexed her hands on the steering wheel and took a deep breath. She needed a little time to gather her courage. Fantasy was one thing, reality another thing altogether.

  She turned off the engine and opened the door as the guys reached it. Concentrating on each step so she wouldn’t do something silly, like slip on a paver, she led the way to the front door. Her hands shook so badly, she worried she wouldn’t be able to unlock the front door, but Sean solved the matter by taking the keys.

  “Come on in,” Amanda called over her shoulder while walking to the kitchen. She wasn’t quite ready to face the guys. “I’ll grab us some beers.”

  She retrieved three bottles and popped the tops before turning to head back into the living room. She bumped into Sean’s hard body and sucked in a quick breath after cold beer sloshed on the front of her shirt.

  “Whoa.” He grabbed the clinking bottles of beer.

  She gave a nervous laugh and pulled the clingy shirt away from her belly.

  “Relax, darlin’.” He dipped his head to stare into her eyes. “I’ll take care of you.”

  The warm promise in his voice made her heart race and had pictures of happy endings—both the sexual kind and the white-wedding kind—popping into her head.

  Bret appeared in the kitchen doorway. “What’s going on?”

  Amanda smiled and stepped around Sean. “I’m a klutz.” She gestured to her shirt. “Sean had to come to my rescue.”

  “Here ya go.” Sean’s arm snaked around her to hand Bret a beer.

  Bret accepted the drink and ran his hand around the bottle to catch a few errant drops of beer. He stepped forward to flick the excess liquid toward the sink. “Thanks, man.”

  Butterflies fluttered to life in her belly. She was between two hard bodies. What would it feel like if they stepped a little closer, pinned her against them? Liquid gushed from her pussy.

  Sean gave her a nudge from behind. “Why don’t you go change your shirt?”

  She resisted the urge to jump and gave a nervous laugh. “Good idea. Be back in a jiff.” Without a backward glance, she escaped to her bedroom, the click of her heels on the bamboo floor echoing behind her.

  After reaching the safety of her room, she sagged against the wall between the dresser and door. How she’d managed to make the short journey down the hall without her knees giving out was beyond her.

  Did she really have the nerve to grasp the fantasy dangled in front of her?

  With a shaky breath, she shoved off the wall and crossed the room to contemplate the contents of her closet, shucking off her wet top as she went. After depositing the sodden garment on the dirty clothes heaped inside the closet door, she rubbed her hands up and down arms dotted with goose bumps.

  Should she put on another top? Should she put on a negligee? Or should she just brazen it out and strip down to her panties?

  Her fingers undid the button of her jeans before she even realized she’d made a decision. How many times in life did the opportunity to live out a fantasy present itself? Two sexy men and one little ole her sandwiched between them, like the creamy filling of an éclair.

  Liquid heat coursed from her throbbing pussy. She unzipped her jeans and shimmied out of them. She needed to change her panties. They were soaked through. And though she was certain the new ones wouldn’t stay dry for long, she didn’t want to seem too eager.

  She hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her lacy boy shorts and peeled them down. A small tremor weakened her legs as the material rubbed against her aroused clit, the swollen lips of her pussy reluctant to yield the source of stimulation. She tugged until the panties slid free with an audible plop.

  Wetness trailed along her thighs, following the trek of the sodden cotton crotch on its journey down her legs. Uncertain whether her legs would support her if she kicked the panties off, she bent over to remove them.

  When she straightened, strong arms closed around her from behind. She shrieked before the arms tightened, cutting off most of her air.

  “Sorry, darlin’. Don’t want the neighbors callin’ the police. Would hate to have them interrupt o
ur private party.” Sean’s warm breath tickled her ear.

  His hold relaxed enough to allow her a deep breath. “You scared the crap out of me.”

  The ass had the nerve to chuckle. His hand snaked down to coat itself in the creamy essence seeping from her body, his fingers tweaking her swollen nub. “Tell the truth. The thought of a stranger sneaking up behind you to take advantage of you excites you.”

  She whimpered when his hand drew away. “I’ll admit no such thing.” That had never been one of her fantasies, but now the thought of Sean taking advantage of her...”Where’s Bret?”

  Rodeo swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. “He’ll be along. We agreed you’d be more comfortable if he joined us a little later.”

  She ran her tongue along her lips. It hadn’t taken the two guys very long to come to an understanding. They must be as eager as she was.

  Sean sat on the edge of the king-size bed and shifted her so the swollen lips of her pussy rubbed the cotton-clad length of his impressive erection.

  She gasped. “What happened to your jeans?”

  “In the doorway. I couldn’t resist the striptease.”

  Before she could ask another question, he thrust his tongue into her mouth. He grasped her ass, his fingers kneading the tight muscles, and rubbed her exposed cleft along the length of his thick cock. The cotton of his underwear abraded the nude lips of her pussy and her already sensitized clit.

  She came within moments, sucking his tongue in rhythm with her tremors.

  He released his hold on her bottom. His hands skimmed up her back, leaving tingles in their wake. He released her bra with a quick flick and slid the straps down her arms before cradling a breast in each hand. His thumbs caressed the taut peaks of her nipples.

  She leaned into the touch, wanting more.

  Instead, he broke the kiss. “Unbutton my shirt,” he said, refusing to increase the pressure of his fingers.

  A shudder worked through her at the command. Maybe later they could play at some light domination and submission?

  She grabbed the edges and popped the pearl snaps open with one yank. With her fingers tracing his muscles, which clenched tighter under her touch, she skimmed the material off his shoulders. The shirt caught at his elbows, pinning his arms.

  Hmm. He was at her mercy. A surge of power elicited an answering wave of desire. Maybe she should play the Domme?

  Her hands slid back up his biceps to his shoulders and down his pecs. Her thumbs grazed his nipples and he inhaled a sharp breath. She flicked first one, then the other.

  His jaw clenched.

  She smiled and pinched hard.

  “Enough,” he growled, releasing her breasts. With one fluid shrug, his shirt came off. It was still flying across the room when he wove the fingers of one hand into the hair at the nape of her neck and guided her mouth back to his.

  The fleeting brush of his lips repeated itself over and over. His hand held her away with a gentle tug of her hair each time she tried to prolong the contact. Tiny tingles coursed from her head, zipped down her neck and tugged her nipples into tighter and tighter buds.

  No. No, forget being the Domme. Submissive could be good too.

  But, right now, she just needed him inside her.

  With a groan of frustration, she shifted in his lap, her hands sliding to his shoulders. Her breasts rubbed against the light dusting of hair on his chest. She sucked in a sharp breath and repeated the movement.

  He chuckled. “So impatient.”

  “It’s been eighteen damn months!”

  He leaned away and stared into her eyes. A small frown drew the corners of his mouth down. “Surely you’ve had sex since that night.”

  She wanted to scream. She took a deep breath and ground out, “I meant it’s been a year and a half since I’ve had an orgasm with a man inside me, you ass.”

  A cocky smile replaced his frown. “Ah, darlin’, I’m sorry I ruined you for other men.”

  He cut off her retort with a hard kiss.

  Yes! Yes! Her body rejoiced as he shifted on the bed, somehow managing to keep her chest molded to his and their lips locked while their tongues dueled.

  A condom wrapper crinkled. His hands brushed her belly while he sheathed his cock. Her fingers dug into his shoulders when his hands clasped her hips. He lifted her and settled her over the tip of his erection.

  She groaned into Rodeo’s mouth as the thick, throbbing length slid, like a satiny kiss, across her smooth folds and into her pussy.

  He broke the kiss and stared into her eyes as her juices coated each inch of his cock.

  She’d forgotten how large he was. She halted her descent to take a small breath and shimmy her hips in an attempt to relieve some of the building pressure.

  His fingers dug into her hips and he groaned. “Mandy, please tell me you haven’t been celibate for the last eighteen months.”

  She choked on a laugh. “Not celibate, Rodeo.”

  Her laugh turned to a small scream when he lifted her up and then plunged his entire length into her. Fire raged along the tender walls of her canal and her cervix as her body stretched to accommodate the intruder.

  His finger dug into her hips and his eyes met hers. “God, you feel so good, Mandy.”

  She relaxed her thighs and settled more firmly onto him. “So do you, Rodeo.”

  He growled and ground up into her, pulsing against her G-spot. “Sean,” he reminded her.

  She wound her fingers through his hair, leaned in and whispered, “So do you, Sean.”

  “Ride me, baby.”

  Her belly clenched at the command. Thighs quivering, she struggled to rise, but her pussy was reluctant to yield its toy. When just the broad head of his cock remained clasped by her greedy muscles, she slid back down until he butted against her cervix with a brief jolt of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

  He rotated his hips and fiery heat coursed through her veins, accompanied by a fresh coat of cream for his cock.

  She grabbed the headboard with one hand and, with the other, locked her mouth onto his. She rocked against him, intent on repeating the electric sensation inspired by his cock against her cervix. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, but it wasn’t enough.

  Sean withdrew a little.

  Her moan of disappointment changed to a gasp when he thrust the short distance back in and pulsed deep inside her. She quickly caught the rhythm and started sucking his tongue in conjunction with each shallow thrust.

  Her legs weakened while the pleasure built. Each rock of her clit against his pelvis shot tendrils of heat through her body, followed by a wave of fire as she impaled herself on his throbbing length.

  She rode him faster and faster until she came, screaming into his mouth, his cock throbbing in time to her spasms.

  She collapsed against him, gasping for air.

  He brushed the hair off her face. “Is it possible to dislocate a tongue?”

  Her laugh turned into gasps as her tender pussy clasped his still rigid length. “You didn’t?”

  He cocked an eyebrow. “That was entirely for you.”

  Amanda’s throat tightened and a tear threatened to spill down her cheek.

  His voice gruff, Sean said, “Honey, I don’t know what you’ve been up to for the past eighteen months.” His thumb brushed the tear away, and his lips skimmed her cheek. “But I promise you the next eighteen hours will more than make up for them.”

  Her legs trembled. Eighteen hours? Surely not. But then again, he’d lasted a whole night before. What were a few more hours?

  A twinkle replaced the tender look in his eyes. “Now why don’t we get started making more memories?”

  He shifted beneath her, the cream coating their bodies. The sweat on her thighs made the movement silky smooth. “You’ve got enough juice to keep us quenched for a nice, long ride.”

  His thumb and finger captured a nipple and pinched. “Get movin’, cowgirl.”

  The desire coursi
ng through her veins chased away any lingering urge to cry. She rose to her knees, her slick passage caressing the hot cock encased in her slippery folds.

  With the head resting just inside her lips, she paused to spread her legs a little farther apart, and then pressed down until his head popped past the tender, swollen muscles of her pussy.

  He sucked in a breath and pinched her nipple harder.

  She smiled and rose back up until the head of his cock once again pressed against her lips. Then she repeated the glide downward, stopping after his head breached her entrance again.

  “That’s it. Work my head.” He rolled her nipple as his free hand wrapped around his turgid length to hold him steady for her descent.

  The sight of his big hand grasping his cock, accompanied by the dirty command, had cream gushing out of her pussy to slicken the path for the next downward glide.

  He rested his head against the headboard, his gaze focused between their bodies as she repeated the motion over and over. Air dried the sweat on her thighs, cooling her off even as her movements warmed her.

  “You’re so wet,” he said when a slurp accompanied an upward stroke. “My hand is drenched in your cream.” He held it up.

  Clear liquid dripped down his fingers. His cock head throbbed where it lay clasped just inside her canal.

  He sucked a finger into his mouth. Her thighs weakened and she slid down his cock.

  He groaned. “So tight.” He grabbed her hips, coating the right one with her juices even as he guided her down.

  “Coat my cock with your cum, baby.”

  His jaw clenched when a small spasm racked her body at his words. Fingers dug into the twin globes of her ass, kneading the muscles as she started a slow glide up and down his length.

  She wanted to increase the pace, but he had asked for a slow ride. She forced herself to rise on a breath and sink on an exhale. The pulse in her pussy throbbed, urging her onward, but his hands kept her from going any faster.

  A dark thrill coursed through her when one of his cream-coated fingers teased her anus.

  She shifted to allow him better access. Tendrils of dark pleasure radiated from the puckered hole while he played with the entrance, pushing against it without penetrating. Over and over, he flirted with the opening until she wanted, needed his finger inside her. She thrust back into his next probing sweep…sweet pressure, and then the digit was inside.