by Desiree Holt
His hands drifted lower, over the slighted rounded line of her tummy into the nest of curls covering her mound. He worked the gel into them with swirls of his fingers, barely grazing her clit, then moved his hands to work on her thighs and slender calves.
He surprised both himself and Drew when he rose, lifted Carrie and sat down with her on his lap, her legs draped over his thighs, her cunt spread wide.
“Why don’t you do the good part,” he grinned.
Drew’s eyes widened fractionally before he took the bottle of gel and knelt on the tiled floor of the shower.
Chapter Four
It wasn’t what Drew had expected. In fact, everything surprised him right now, not the least of which was his sudden sense of ownership where Carrie was concerned. And the fact that Linc had picked up on it so easily. He was usually very good at hiding any feelings of emotion, although the two men knew each other so well that it begged the question.
Linc was holding Carrie very carefully, her full breasts cupped in his hands, fingers kneading the firm flesh. A little hum of satisfaction was vibrating from Carrie’s throat. Drew pressed his palm over the lips of her pussy and stroked it, loving the feel of the soft lips and silky hair. Then he poured some of the gel into his hand and began rubbing it into her labia and her clit.
Carrie’s eyes flew open, and the smile on her face widened.
“That feels good,” she murmured.
“I’m going to make you feel even better, sweetheart,” he told her.
He slipped two slick fingers into her hot channel, rotating them back and forth and curling them until the tips of his fingers scraped the sensitive flesh. When she sucked in a breath and the muscles in her thighs clenched, he knew he’d found the sweet spot. He did it again, and again, drawing the same response from her each time, her thighs spread wide by the pressure of Linc’s knees.
Drew added a third finger, and Carrie moaned softly. She tried to hitch herself forward to take him deeper, but Linc had her off balance. Drew worked his fingers in and out, making sure to hit the sweet spot each time, while the fingers of his other hand rubbed her clit lightly. The walls of her pussy contracted around his fingers, and he felt his cock harden again. What he needed to do was get it inside her before he drove himself nuts.
Rising lithely to his feet, he placed the bottle of gel back on the shelf, opened a door in the shower wall and removed a condom. He heard Linc chuckle as he covered himself with it, then reached for Carrie. Half crouched in front of her, he pressed open the lips of her pussy and pushed himself into her. She was slick with her own juices, and the shower gel made his entrance smooth and easy.
When he was fully seated in her, he lifted her from Linc’s grasp and rose, palms beneath the cheeks of her ass to hold her steady.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded, his voice so hoarse he barely recognised it. “Hang on tight.”
She locked her ankles behind him and wound her arms around his neck. “You’re so big,” she said in a soft voice.
Her words shot straight to his shaft, making it swell even more and flex inside her.
“Hold on, Carrie,” he growled. “This is gonna be a short, fast, hard ride.”
“One of my favourite kinds.” She locked her legs around him, pulling him deeper.
Balancing himself carefully, Drew tightened his grip on her buttocks and pounded into her. He’d wanted to take it slow and easy, savouring every sensation, every pulse of pleasure, but this woman did something to him that melted his control. He could no more have slowed himself down than he could have stopped a freight train barehanded.
He glanced over at Linc, still seated on the marble bench, his soap-slicked hand moving up and down his own cock with slow, steady strokes, his gaze locked on the two people next to him.
Drew’s hips jerked as he slammed into Carrie again and again, her pussy closing around him like a velvet fist, little sounds of pleasure rising from deep in her throat. He ground his teeth, waiting for the intense flutter that would tell him she was at the threshold.
When it came, he finally let himself go, exploding with the force of dynamite, spurting into the condom as her sweet, sweet pussy convulsed around him.
Her ankles dug almost painfully into his spine, but he didn’t care. Climaxing with Carrie was more erotic pleasure than he’d had in his lifetime. He captured her mouth, tongue plunging inside, fingers pressing into her ass as the water misted and sprayed over their bodies. Her flavour was sweet on his tongue, her mouth as warm and welcoming as her cunt had been. If it weren’t for the fact that his legs might not hold him upright much longer he might never have moved from the spot.
He forced himself to break off the kiss, brushing his lips over hers once more, then carefully lowered her legs to the shower floor. Linc was leaning back against the tile wall, his fingers still wrapped around his now only semi-erect cock. The water cascaded down, spraying away the remains of his ejaculation from his hand and thighs. Treating himself to one last kiss, Drew rolled off the condom and left it on the shower shelf for later disposal. He poured more shower gel into his hand and somehow managed to soap himself and rinse off both his body and Carrie’s.
But before he turned off the water, he rubbed the cleft between the cheeks of her ass and pressed the tip of a finger against her anus.
“Later,” he murmured in her ear. “When Linc gets his turn to fuck you, it will be me in your ass. Not him. Never anyone else.”
Her eyes widened in surprised, but then her lips curved into that secretive smile again, and Drew knew he was sunk. Carrie Derosa had his number. His little game had turned into something far more meaningful than he’d ever expected.
“You heard me, right?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“And you understand?”
She lowered her eyelids and her lashes swept across her wet cheeks in an unexpectedly shy movement. “Yes. I understand.”
“All right, then.”
He turned off the water, silencing all the sprays, slid the shower door open and helped her out onto the long bath mat. Handing a thick towel to Linc, he wrapped another around Carrie before drying himself off as quickly as he could.
“I think maybe we could all use a little something to nibble on besides each other,” he suggested. “Let’s see what I’ve got in the kitchen.”
* * * *
Drew had pulled together a large platter of cheese, crackers and fruit and they had devoured every last bite of it. Carrie had been lifted to the counter while the men stood on either side of her, taking turns feeding her. And fondling her. Linc’s hands were at her breasts, rubbing them, through the fabric of the towel. Drew’s hand slipped beneath the terrycloth and rubbed her cunt, tickling the curls and teasing her swollen clit.
And they took turns kissing her, plundering her with their tongues. At one point, Drew was kissing her while Linc caressed the shell of her ear with his tongue and they both had their fingers pushed up inside her. The sensations were so erotic that she could have come if they’d played and teased just a little more.
But they didn’t, smiling at her instead, smiles that promised better things to come. So to speak.
Now Carrie lounged on the mound of thick pillows on the bed, the large towel still wrapped around her, the ends tucked in over her breasts. The men had dried off but left their towels behind, totally comfortable with their state of nudity. Her eyes feasted on their bodies, both long and lean, with mouth-watering cocks hanging at rest from thick nests of curls.
They were all sipping on wine again, relaxing. Drew had turned on the stereo in his room and soft music floated out from four corner speakers, adding to the relaxed atmosphere.
Only it wasn’t quite that relaxed. Sexual tension was still almost visible in the air and she kept intercepting glances between Drew and Linc. She had to stop herself from laughing out loud, two alpha males pissing to mark their territory. Only it seemed to have become Drew’s territory and while Linc silently accepte
d it with good grace, heat still simmered in his eyes.
The two men stretched out on the bed beside her as they done earlier. Drew relieved her of her wine glass and gently untucked the towel. He flipped it open with one casual twist of his fingers and there she was again, as naked as they were. And she noticed with a flick of her eyes that their cocks were no longer at rest. No, indeed. Two very impressive erections stared at her from either side, ready and waiting.
They must take mega doses of vitamins to get hard so easily, so often.
Not that she was complaining. Her body was sore but not uncomfortably so. And her pussy was already getting wet again, a seemingly endless supply of her cream lubricating her as it waited to be teased and filled again.
“I could feast on your breasts forever,” Drew said, smoothing his hand over first one then the other. “So plump, and firm. With gorgeous, dark nipples just begging to be sucked.”
As if to demonstrate, he leant over and closed his mouth around one, pulling at it with his lips and rasping his tongue over it.
Linc’s hand snaked up the length of her thigh, pausing at her hip then moving to capture the other breast. In a moment his mouth closed over the other nipple and he sucked and pulled on it. Carries threaded her fingers through the hair of each of them, silken threads that had their own erotic sensation, holding their heads in place. Two sets of lips pulled at her, two sets of teeth nibbled at her, and the throb in her pussy began to increase in intensity again.
Holy hell! Just how many times did her body think it could come tonight? Apparently a lot, with two alpha males constantly teasing her to a fever pitch of arousal.
Hands pried her legs apart and stroked the insides of her thighs, wispy strokes that made her inner flesh quiver and her pulse race wildly as she anticipated whatever came next.
Two mouths continued to pull her nipples into their wet heat while fingers went on an adventurous journey in the wet folds of her pussy. One lean finger swirled the sensitive nub of her clit while another slid carefully inside her slick channel, wiggling in a wicked caress.
Drew lifted his head first, trailing his lips across her cheek to her ear where his tongue traced the delicate shell.
“I want you to suck Linc’s cock,” he murmured. “Get him harder than he is already.
Play with his balls. Take him in your mouth the way you did with me.”
Sharp arrows of erotic heat stabbed through her body and her pulse ratcheted up. Her veins felt as if liquid fire raced through them.
“All right,” she said in a soft voice.
“Good girl.” He kissed her briefly but hard, tasting every inch of her wet cavern.
“And what will you be doing besides watching?”
His hand caressed her cheek. “Don’t you worry about me. I’ll be very busy.” He looked over at his friend. “Turn loose, Linc. Carrie has a treat for you.”
Linc opened his mouth and Carrie’s nipple slipped out with a soft plopping sound. He lay back on his pillow, hands folded behind his bed.
“On your knees, Carrie,” Drew urged. “He’s waiting for you.”
Carrie rolled over and knelt between Linc’s legs. When she looked up at him his lips were curved in a predatory smile, and his blue eyes had darkened to the colour of a stormy sea.
“I’m ready for you.” His deep voice was gravelly, as if he couldn’t quite clear his throat, and his cock flexed in erotic anticipation.
She returned his smile. “Then here we go.”
Reaching between his thighs she cupped the heavy sac with his balls, rolling it in her fingers and lightly pinching the flesh. Revelling in the feel of it. When she placed her lips on it and sucked it into her mouth Linc drew in a deep breath, the muscles of his abdomen tightening. She rolled his balls around on her tongue as her fingers continued to tease at his flesh beneath the sac, rasping her fingernails across the sensitive skin. Every low moan that rumbled from his throat made her that much hotter. Wetter. She kept at it until he groaned with need and with a final lick moved to his swollen cock.
Wrapping her fingers around it, she swiped her tongue at the dark purplish head, lapping up the precum seeping from the slit. When she dipped the tip of her tongue into the slit Linc gasped again, but he held himself still, hands still clasped behind his head. She looked up at him with a wicked grin.
“Don’t move your hands, okay?” A thrill shot through her at the power she was exerting over him, heightening her own arousal. The great Linc Conover at her sexual mercy.
The muscles in his abdomen clenched again, but he gave a tiny nod of his head. “All right.”
Inch by inch, she slowly lowered her lips over his erection, taking it inside her mouth in tiny increments. It was as thick as Drew’s and just as hard, the skin covering it just as soft.
She managed to find room to swirl her tongue along the ropey vein pulsing on the underside while she pressed the head of it to the roof of her mouth. Linc continued to groan in pleasure, but he never moved.
She had just begun to set a tempo for the up and down movement of her mouth, the fingers of one hand cradling his balls, when she felt Drew’s hands caressing her buttocks. His hand was followed by his mouth, nipping the soft flesh then soothing it with kisses. She waited for him to dip his fingers beneath and plunge into her cunt, widening her thighs a bit to accommodate him but Drew had other things in mind.
The next thing she felt was something cool against the tight ring of her anus. Lube! Of course! She wriggled her hips to urge Drew not to stop, but she needn’t have worried. As she took Linc even deeper into her mouth, one of Drew’s fingers pressed inside her rectum, breaching the tight ring of muscle guarding it, massaging the lube into her dark tunnel, sliding in and out. Streaks of icy heat sped to every part of her body. Her fingers on Linc’s balls tightened involuntarily, and the ones at the root of his cock squeezed hard.
“Holy shit!” Linc spat. “Easy, Carrie.”
She would have answered him, but her mouth was very busy. She licked and sucked, using her hand to stroke his shaft each time her lips rode up to the head, then back down again. The coolness of the lube teased at her ass again, then Drew’s finger was back inside, this time probing further, working more lube into her tissues. She knew her pussy had to be dripping, as aroused as she was. She wondered if she could ask him very nicely to put that wonderful vibrator back inside her cunt.
Another finger slid inside her next to the first, releasing a shower of sparks inside her.
She picked up the rhythm of the up and down movement of her head, sucking harder, squeezing and releasing.
“Don’t let him come, Carrie.” Drew’s voice was taut and edged with something indefinable.
She lifted her head, eyes widened, and looked at Linc. His smile was strained.
“It’s all right, Carrie. Just go with the flow. So to speak.”
She moved her head up and down again as Drew continued to probe her rear channel, scissoring his fingers and stretching her until he could get a third finger inside her. Her mouth and teeth clamped in response and Linc groaned again. He unclasped his hands and moved them until they cradled her head.
“A little easier, sweetheart, okay?”
“Not to worry.” Drew’s voice had a definite edge. “Time to move along here.”
Linc drew Carrie’s head upward until his cock popped free. Her eyes widened as she watched him accept a condom from Drew and roll it onto his heated cock. Then Drew lifted her, his hands firm at her waist and centred her over the massive erection.
I can do this. He’s no bigger than Drew. I can do this. I can do this.
Her body was already lubricating itself, opening itself, in anticipation of the invasion.
She braced herself on Linc’s chest, widened her thighs, and with Drew’s hands guiding her lowered herself slowly onto the erection.
“Easy, easy.” Drew’s mouth was at her ear, his breath a warm breeze fanning her skin.
“Take it slow.”
Slow was the only way she could take it. She’d think she was completely filled, then Linc would ease in a little more and a little more. Finally, when she felt his balls pressing against the bottom curve of her ass, she let out a long, slow breath.
Linc’s hands were on her shoulders, urging her forward.
“Lean towards me, sweetheart. That’s right. Just like that.”
She leant so far forward that her mouth hovered a scant inch from his, her bare breasts scraping against the curled hair of his chest.
“Look at me, Carrie,” he murmured, his breath teasing at her lips, “Look right at me and take a deep breath.”
Mesmerised, she did as he’d said. As she let it out slowly, two things happened. Linc pulled her just that much further until their lips met and the head of Drew’s cock pushed against her rear opening. She gasped, but Linc’s hold on her was firm. His tongue swept through her mouth, calling up new sensations, distracting her as Drew’s cock pressed further and further inside her.
“Mmm,” she murmured, unable to speak with Linc’s mouth glued to hers. She felt unbearably full, almost too full, yet she didn’t want either man to retreat. She had never been fucked by two men at a time before and the feeling was so erotic it coaxed a small orgasm from her, the muscles of her cunt fluttering against Linc’s cock.
“That’s good, sweetheart,” he breathed into her mouth. “Very good.”
He took her mouth again, his hands holding her firmly against him, and almost without her realising rolled her until the three of them were lying on their sides. Drew’s hands smoothed over her back and her shoulders and down the curve of her ass. His mouth trailed fire along the nape of her neck.
“Ready, Carrie?” he asked.
She nodded, unable to form an intelligent word.
The two men had a familiar rhythm, one she was sure they’d developed over time. As one moved forward the other retreated. In and out. Back and forth. Slowly, almost languidly, as if they had all the time in the world. Which of course they did.