by Helena Ray
Chapter 7
The Lasso looked quite different without the flickering neon sign. Alexis walked up to the entrance, hoping the door would be open. Tristan had warned her that the Lasso would be closed, but she hadn’t imagined it would be so desolate. No sounds came from within its walls, and no light shone from underneath the doors. Alexis tiptoed up to the door nervously.
After what Tristan had said last night, she knew there was a chance of her new fantasy being fulfilled. The strength of her arousal at the thought shocked her. Standing alone on the dark, shadowy porch of the Twirling Lasso, she felt her pussy muscles clench and her panties dampen.
She wrapped her hand around the rusty doorknob and pulled. The Lasso was drenched in darkness. The sign outside said it was closed on Sunday evenings. Had this been some sort of cruel joke?
“Come in,” she heard Tristan’s voice say. She stepped fully into the space, closing the door behind her. Now she was in complete darkness. Only the twilight sun drifting from the crack under the door provided any illumination.
“Tristan?” Her footsteps sounded like thunder in the silence.
“Follow my voice.”
Trusting him completely, she walked forward toward the source of his voice. She felt the dance floor beneath her feet as she continued, before she was finally stopped by a wall of muscle. She embraced the man in the dark, and she reveled in the chance to squeeze the man that had taken her in the finest way possible once more.
Something didn’t feel right underneath the skin of her cheek. The fabric was too soft, and was that wool underneath her hands?
“Tristan?”
“Right behind you, gorgeous.”
Behind her? Then who was…
The lights flickered on, and after her eyes adjusted to the light, Alexis looked up to see Jeremiah standing over her, dressed impeccably in a suit that showed off his muscular frame.
Jeremiah wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a crushing embrace. His mouth found hers, and captured it in a kiss reminiscent of the one they had shared in this same room only one night earlier. However, this time, the kiss did not stay so sweet and soft. It escalated quickly, and Jeremiah began roving his hands over Alexis’s body. He wrapped his hand around the curve of her ass and pressed her closer to an ample erection. She moaned into his mouth as she felt exactly how rock hard this man was, all for her.
Tristan landed his hands on Alexis, causing her to jump a little in Jeremiah’s arms as they moved over her breasts, cupping them from beneath and massaging them. His warm body came up from behind Alexis and pressed into her.
“So how do you feel about Male Order now?” Tristan whispered into her ear, his breath tickling the strands of hair that hung there and sending a chill down Alexis’s back. He traced his hands over the shudder all the way down the curve of her spine, stopping at the small of her back and wrapping around to hold her stomach. Jeremiah released her, backed up, and began shedding his clothes.
Alexis turned to Tristan and looked up at him questioningly.
“We both want you, baby. We want you together.” His words were punctuated by his mouth landing on her neck, sucking and biting, leaving Alexis a whimpering mess. One hand entangled in her hair and pulled it, jerking her neck back and giving Tristan better access to the wide plane of flesh created by the plunging neckline of her dress. His kisses, licks, and nibbles moved to the spot at the bottom of her throat. His tongue traced over her collarbone slowly, leaving a blazing trail behind it that had Alexis believing her skin was melting into his mouth. Tristan’s exploration went further south, brushing over her cleavage and causing her to gasp at the stimulation so near her sensitive breasts. His mouth lingered at her neckline, and Alexis pressed her chest upward, desperate for his tongue to continue its southward journey.
Her mission was interrupted, however, by the overpowering heat that came up behind her, sending a steamy rush of excitement to her pussy. Tristan released the grip on her hair and sank to his knees in front of her. Jeremiah quickly encircled Alexis with his arms, leaving no time for her to miss Tristan’s presence in front of her. Jeremiah’s chest hairs tickled Alexis’s back, as she leaned back against his shoulders.
The hem of her dress lifted, and Alexis looked down to see Tristan carefully peeling it upward, his eyes examining and appreciating every inch of flesh he revealed. His hands came to rest on the small patch of black lace at the front of her G-string. He grinned up at her.
“Someone’s been on a bit of a naughty shopping spree,” he teased, hunger and darkness audible in his voice. “Looks like we’re in luck, Jer.”
Jeremiah tightened his grip on Alexis’s waist, and Alexis felt his cock bump against her ass, unencumbered by fabric for the first time. Its hardness excited her, making her want to grasp it, to feel his hot rod of steel that was his cock covered in fabric. As she attempted to grab it, though, Jeremiah pulled her harder against himself and bit sharply into her shoulder, eliciting a yelp of pleasured pain from Alexis.
Tristan closed his hand over her warming mound, and Alexis’s hips bucked forward, her body unconsciously seeking its satisfaction. Tristan obliged her bodily needs, hooking one finger underneath the crotch of the G-string and brushing against the wet folds of her beyond-ready pussy.
“Feels like she’s ready for us, Jer,” he said. He pushed his knuckle up against her clit and sent tiny sparks flying outward, causing Alexis to jerk in Jeremiah’s grip and her legs to give out completely. Jeremiah only tightened his grip, holding her upright to receive Tristan’s ministrations.
One finger penetrated Alexis without warning, and she howled in response. Her pussy clenched around Tristan’s finger, milking it, trying to suck it deeper. It wanted to be filled again, to be stretched to the limit, and fucked with abandon. Tristan added a second finger and tilted his fingers toward him, pushing against her G-spot and causing her to cry out in ecstasy.
“Fuck! Yes!”
“Hear that, Tristan? She’s ready to fuck.” The low vibration of Jeremiah’s deep baritone sent shockwaves through Alexis, ensuring every tiny part of her body was tingling with anticipation.
Tristan removed his fingers, taking her G-string along with it. Her cunt felt empty without some part of him in it, as if it had always needed some part of him filling it to be truly complete. Jeremiah hauled Alexis into his arms, turning her to face him and caressing her against his chest. All Alexis wanted was to give him everything he wanted, to let him use her body to find his ultimate pleasure.
Jeremiah placed her gently on the stage of the Lasso and backed up. For the first time, Alexis saw him completely naked, and her lungs stopped functioning for a moment. He was an Adonis, all muscle from head to toe, not an ounce of fat on his body. Her eyes lingered on his six-pack abs, and her tongue darted out to lick her lips. Then there was his cock. Where Tristan’s had been thick and meaty, Jeremiah’s was long and throbbing under her stare. Pre-cum glistened on the tip, and he fisted his own dick as she looked at him. It didn’t look like Jeremiah could hold out much longer.
He launched toward Alexis, ripping her dress off and revealing her matching lace bra. His teeth pulled the fabric to the side, and Jeremiah closed his mouth on a nipple and sucked, causing Alexis to writhe violently underneath him. He covered her mound with one hand, and she felt his fingers part her outer folds and delve into the wetness there. He flicked her clit lightly, and the contrast of his soft touch with his rough treatment of her heated her blood to a boil. She needed him, and she needed him now.
A second set of hands landed on Alexis’s bra, and she turned her head to see Tristan hovering over her, entirely naked, his own cock standing at full attention. His eyes were full of a tender affection, even in the midst of all this clawing desperation. He removed her bra, and the feel of Jeremiah’s cock bumping against her wet entrance snapped her attention back to the man turning her into a shuddering mess. He wrapped his hand behind her back and flipped her over so that her breasts squeezed against
the wood of the stage. His hands gripped the insides of her upper thighs and spread them open, exposing her completely to him.
Jeremiah didn’t treat her like a delicate virgin as Tristan had. His cock pressed against her slit, rubbing up and down once, and then he pressed his full length into her, making her scream at the fullness. He thrust into her, and his position gave his ample cock ready access to that magical spot inside her. With every stroke, he hit it, sending tiny electric shocks outward from her pussy to scatter over her body. No longer was she capable of coherent thought. The only sounds that came from her were loud moans to match Jeremiah’s primitive grunts.
Something wet bumped against the side of Alexis’s cheek, and she turned her head to see Tristan kneeling on the stage beside her and his cock waiting at her mouth. His hands entangled in her hair and pushed her face forward. She readily obliged him, her tongue licking out to taste the liquid already pooled on the bulbous head of his cock. Tristan looked down at her with a questioning look in his eyes. She gave a small nod, ghosting her lips over the head of his cock. He must have found the approval he sought because he caressed the back of her head with one hand and pressed his cock to the back of her throat. She sucked him in, feeling the tip of his head bump against the back of her throat as he timed his thrusts with Jeremiah’s strokes into her pussy.
Jeremiah pushed himself into her faster and faster, and Tristan withdrew from her mouth. Jeremiah gripped her hips and pulled her against his cock, causing friction that created little sparks in the hard pebbles of her nipples. Jeremiah dipped a hand below her hips and pressed against her clit. She felt the orgasm building inside her, tightening her womb until she couldn’t take anymore. With one stroke directly against her G-spot and a sharp flick to her clit, Alexis’s inner muscles spasmed around Jeremiah, and something inside of her snapped, causing her consciousness to shatter into a million shining pieces of color as she found her ultimate satisfaction.
She felt Jeremiah pull out and place her gently back onto the stage. He rubbed the soft globes of her ass with one hand, a finger dipping into the forbidden crack. Alexis’s arousal mounted again as that finger traced to her puckered hole and pushed. At that moment, she felt hot liquid pouring over her ass and lower back as Jeremiah pumped his seed onto her. He collapsed against her, panting, He withdrew from her and smiled as he dropped onto the stage next to her.
“Hi, Alexis.” His grin turned silly as he spoke. “Welcome to the Twirling Lasso.”
It was then that Alexis realized those were the first words of greeting he had spoken to her that night. They hadn’t needed much verbal language. Their bodies told each other everything they would ever need to know.
“Hi.”
“Okay, enough with the pleasantries,” Tristan said from behind them. Alexis turned her head and saw him standing there, cock in hand, clearly ready to find his release from his earlier blowjob.
“Just a second, okay?” The annoyance was palpable in Jeremiah’s voice. He placed a kiss on Alexis’s nose and rose to his feet. “One moment, darlin’.”
Jeremiah went behind the bar, and Alexis sat up and watched with amusement his cock bouncing with each step. Tristan claimed her attention, though, with a hand behind her neck. Their faces met quickly, and Alexis lapped into Tristan’s mouth, her arousal back in full swing. He reached down, pinched a nipple, and squeezed. Alexis squealed at the pressure then noticed as Jeremiah returned with something Alexis didn’t recognize in his hand.
“I told you to give me a second.”
“Shit, man, I was just kissing our lovely lady,” Tristan responded. Jeremiah gave a pointed nod to Tristan’s substantial erection. “Okay, and maybe a little bit more.”
Jeremiah grunted at Tristan then turned to Alexis. He opened his palm and showed the object in his hand to Alexis.
“Do you know what this is?”
She examined the object. It was small object with a wide center tapering to a point at one end and had what looked like a handle at the other. It was made from clear stone and exquisitely carved, no hard edges, only smooth curves. This object was definitely not something Alexis had ever encountered before. She conveyed this with a confused look up at Jeremiah.
“It’s an anal plug.”
What?
“Excuse me?” Alexis managed to squeak out. Jeremiah moved nearer her, his movements smooth and nearly feline, predatory but controlled.
“It’s an anal plug. Remember how much you liked it when I pressed my finger against that pretty asshole of yours?” Alexis gasped at the memory and nodded, speechless. Jeremiah continued, “I want to put this in you. Imagine that. Being filled in two holes, your ass clenching around this little toy while Tristan fucks you.”
Saying nothing, Tristan moved toward Alexis and put a hand over her wet mound. He parted her with his finger and darted into her, the suddenness of the action pulling her fully into the whirlpool of excitement building within her. A second finger joined the first but quickly pulled out. Tristan examined his fingers for a moment, dripping with the cum he had drawn from Alexis that evening, and took the plug from Jeremiah. He rubbed Alexis’s juices on its tip then reached downward. Alexis jumped when she saw it plummeting below her waistline, not sure yet if she was really ready for someone to penetrate her most forbidden hole. All this had happened so quickly, and she didn’t know if she could keep up.
“Relax, baby,” Jeremiah cooed in her ear. “Not yet.”
She felt the cold stone of the plug against her clit, and Tristan plunged the object into her, pumping several times, each stroke adding to Alexis’s excitement. He withdrew it, though, and she let out a frustrated sigh. Tristan and Jeremiah kept getting her a little bit excited then pulling away her stimulation. The act was getting old.
“Please,” she managed. “I need something, I need you, anything.”
Jeremiah smiled darkly and placed one hand on Alexis’s shoulder to roll her to the side. Two sets of hands warmed over Alexis’s ass, massaging and kneading her tense muscles. She closed her eyes and melted into the sensation, letting herself relax under their hands. Licks and nibbles followed the hands, heat spreading over Alexis’s skin at each new application of nibbled pain and laved pleasure. Soon she felt the warmth of her own juices against the seam of her ass. One set of hands held her cheeks apart, fully exposing her puckered hole. The air blowing against it sent a chill through Alexis, but it soon dissipated. Cold stone pressed against her, the tapered end of anal plug pressing into the hole. Her eyes tightened as the plug pushed in farther and pain radiated outward from her anus.
“Shh, baby, it doesn’t last long.”
Tristan’s words were somewhat reassuring, but the pain blocked everything out from her mind. Just when she thought she couldn’t take the stretching anymore, the plug popped through her tight ring of muscles, and an entirely different sensation overtook the pain. A warmth radiated there, and a pleasure unlike anything Alexis had even imagined filled her consciousness. She moaned as the plug twisted into her, the feeling of being filled there driving her to new, forbidden levels of excitement.
Jeremiah’s dark laugh sounded behind her. “Told you she’d like it.”
Tristan flipped her onto her back, and the wood hitting her ass again caused the plug to move and a fresh wave of pleasure to wash over Alexis.
“You ready for the ride of your life, honey?”
“Bring it.”
Tristan pushed the wide head of his cock against Alexis’s slick opening and slowly pushed forward into her, filling her more and more until she thought she would explode from the feeling. Once he had buried himself to the hilt, he paused for a moment, and Alexis adjusted to being fucked while filled from behind. Tristan withdrew a little and pushed back into her, sending a fresh volt of pleasure to radiate from her front and back entrances. At first, his strokes were gentle, but Alexis’s moans and thrusting must have convinced him that she enjoyed this very, very much. He began fucking into her mercilessly, sweat pouring fro
m his forehead as he thrust over and over. Jeremiah reached between them to stroke at her clit, and Alexis screamed at the addition of a new tingling between her legs.
Tristan’s thrusts became harder, and so did Jeremiah’s rubbing of her clit. Each stroke pushed her higher and higher, propelling her to that place over the clouds of everyday life that she had just seen. She pressed back, anxious to feel that again and to feel it with the blunt object buried in her ass. Tristan cried out as his hot liquid squirted into Alexis, and his final thrusts were her undoing. She went flying and finally arrived that other plane of existence where carnal delights were the only things that mattered, where feeling and touching and tasting and smelling were glorified as they should be.
Finally, she floated back to earth. She felt a warm hand against her ass and sighed as it pulled the plug from her ass. At first, there was a little pain, and then the only pain came from missing that emptiness. Both men came to lay beside her on the stage, Tristan out of breath from his recent cardiovascular exercise. For a moment, silence consumed them.
As she listened to her own breathlessness there in the bar, she felt a sudden self-consciousness. She rolled toward Tristan, lifted her knees to her chest, and wrapped her arms around her, trying to cover herself, slightly embarrassed from the scene she’d just made.
“What’s wrong?” Jeremiah sat up and looked over her. Alexis closed her eyes and turned her head to the side, unwilling to meet his gaze.
“Darling. Tell us what’s going on.” Tristan caressed her hair, but Alexis spooked at his touch. Suddenly this was all too much.
“Nothing,” she muttered into the floor, wanting to just be alone for a moment. What was she doing? Only twenty-four hours ago she had been a virgin, had never felt a cock sinking slowly inside her. And only a few days before that, she had been completely innocent. Never had any man brushed against her mound, squeezed her breasts, licked her…