by Alexis Angel
Walking is erotic right now. My nipples brushing against the fabric of my bra, the feel of blood rushing into my legs, or just how perfectly sore my pussy is? Every little thing makes me want to race back to that bedroom and forget the real world for another night, rather than hide in my bathroom in a shower.
But three perfect men? That’s not reality at all. That’s pure fantasy. I have other shit to handle.
Chapter 11
Mason
The limo glides down Fifth Avenue toward Times Square and I sigh looking out the window briefly before turning back to my audience.
Those people on the street...walking, shopping, smoking, talking. You think they have any idea what's going on in this limo? What kind of plans are being hatched in this sleek Mercedes-Benz Maybach limited edition stretch limousine?
I doubt it.
They can’t see inside the tinted windows.
They don’t see the look of worry on my fucking face as I turn toward Derek, Cara, and Parker. Cara is sitting next to Derek on one side of the limo. Parker is sitting on the seats on the other side. I’m sitting on the backseat.
This is crucial. We need to know exactly what’s going to be happening if we’re going to pull this off.
I hold up the micro flash USB drive again and look at Derek.
“When you get into Sienna’s office, Derek, you’re going to see one single laptop on her desk,” I say. He nods at me. “It’s important that you go turn it on and then stick in this USB drive,” I tell him.
Derek nods. But then he asks me a question.
“Her computer is probably going to have a password, Mason,” he says.
I nod my head in response and say, “It will. But this USB drive won’t care. It’s designed especially to go into whatever system it’s in and extract data – encryption and all. Leave it in for over 30 seconds and it will start to download. Its progress will be shown on the screen, superseding anything else. You got that?” I finish with a question.
“How do we know that Sienna’s all-important laptop will even be in her office?” Parker asks.
That’s not actually a bad question.
“Right, wouldn’t she be taking it with her to Shameless?” Derek chimes in.
See, Sienna is gone the next three days to the Shameless Book Signing in Tampa, Florida. We planned this as such. We knew that a Top Rainforest.com author wouldn’t go around broadcasting her intentions to take down Naughty Angel Publishing. There is only one way we’re going to get the evidence we need based on what Cara overheard.
We’re going to have to break in. And steal it.
I know. Two wrongs don’t make a right. If you’re shaking your head right now and saying there’s gotta be a better way, let me tell you there isn’t. We don’t have much time. We don’t know when the hammer is going to drop. So we have to go into the inner sanctum of Sienna Sinner and take the information ourselves. Information she keeps on her laptop.
“That laptop is her life,” I say to Derek and Parker. Derek nods.
“She doesn’t take the shit anywhere,” he turns to Parker and explains. It’s actually pretty crazy among people who know her. It has all her confidential information and she keeps it in her office. She takes a workbook on business trips with her and uses her phone and tablet for communication.”
I nod. I’ve known about this little quirk of Sienna’s for a while now. I never said or did anything because you never know when information is going to be valuable.
“Alright,” Parker says, apparently mollified we’re not walking into a trap. “And I guess if Derek is going up there, it’s not technically breaking in because he still technically works for Sienna Sinner.”
I nod. He’s got a very good point. Which is why Derek is the ideal candidate to go into this fact-finding operation. Even though he hasn’t worked for Sienna in a while, he still has a signed contract with her, which technically makes him an employee of sorts.
“Once we get the information we need, it’s enough for me to take that to Abby Angel,” Parker says taking over where I left off. “She’ll be able to go to the head of Rainforest.com’s publishing department—the Cradle Store—and bring up these plans and explain what’s going on. And that will cause Rainforest.com to ban Sienna from ever selling her books on that marketplace again.
Rainforest is the largest e-book retailer on the planet. Nearly 90% of the entire e-book market goes through its stores. Getting banned from it is the kiss of death for any author.
“She’ll be finished,” Derek says in a low voice.
I look over at him. Sure, he’s pulled his weight and been true to his word so far, but there’s a part of me that’s still suspicious. Is this all a ploy? Is he working for Sienna? Luring us into a trap?
I’m thinking of a few pointed questions to root out if Derek is really playing both sides of this? What if this is the way that Sienna tries to destroy Naughty Angel Publishing? Lure us all into a trap where we break into her office and then snag us? Get back at me too for kicking her out.
Cara is looking at me and I catch her eye.
She’s been quiet this whole time. But now she speaks.
“Well, I think it’s a great idea and I’m just amazed how you guys came up with it,” Cara says in a voice that I realize is designed to make our nerves go down and break some of the tension. “The world needs less of Sienna Sinner based on everything I’ve ever seen,” Cara says.
“We’ll get to the bottom of this and make sure she pays, Cara,” Parker says, placing a hand on her thigh.
I know. I fucking know, okay. We’re about to go into a hostile environment where we’ll need to keep our wits about us.
But seeing Parker’s hand on Cara’s tanned, toned thigh sets me off. My cock is fucking twitching like it’s got it’s own heartbeat.
Not to be outdone, Derek looks over at her and into her eyes.
“If there is anything,” he says, gazing deeply. “We’ll find it.”
And Cara smiles.
“I know you will,” she says. “But everyone is too tense in here. We need to relax if we don’t wanna make mistakes.”
And with that, she gets off her seat. And sinks to her knees.
The three of us are looking at her and we’re fucking frozen.
Here is this fucking hot goddess of woman. Wearing a short black skirt and a black blouse that leaves so little to the imagination.
And she’s smiling at us.
Not an innocent, virginal smile.
But something so salacious. So lustful. So sinful. So filled with lechery that it makes my cock rock hard and my knees tremble.
“It’s time for a good luck blowjob,” she says with a wicked grin. “Everyone at once.”
Chapter 12
Cara
What happened to me? I think to myself as I slide down from my seat and allow my knees to touch the floor. The purr of the engine climbs up my legs steadily, and my insides clench as I realize what I’m about to do.
Back when Trevor was my boyfriend, I had always thought of myself as the girl-next-door type. Sure, I enjoyed sex (as bad as it was with Trevor), but I never thought I’d end up doing all these crazy things ... such as being with three men at the same time. That’ the kind of stuff that only happens in books, right? Well, apparently I was wrong about that.
Now, on my knees in front of them, I realize that I’m changing. Evolving, if you want to call it that. The meek Cara is leaving her cocoon, and a new strong one is emerging in its place. A wicked Cara, one that knows what she wants and goes after it.
And do you know what I want right now? It can’t be that hard to imagine.
“I need that,” I purr, positioning myself between Parker’s spread legs. He’s sitting in the middle of the seat, Mason on his left, and Derek on his right. Stretching my arms wide, I place one hand atop one of Mason’s knees, and the other on Derek. Looking up into Parker’s eyes, I slide my hands up the legs of the other men, only stopping when my fingers caress
the bulging shape tenting their pants.
I feel my insides clenching as I feel their cocks pulsing against my fingertips, all that lust and desire coiled inside them and more than ready to be set free. And, God, I want nothing else than that!
“Whatever you need, you’ll get,” Derek tells me, his words heavy and loaded with anticipation. As he says it, I flatten the palm of my hands against his cock and Derek’s, feeling their huge shafts hardening even more and stretching thin the fabric of their pants.
“Derek’s right, you know?” Parker whispers, placing one hand on my head and tangling his fingers in my hair. “Whatever it is you need ... we’re more than ready to give it to you.”
“What if I want everything?” I reply, turning my wrists around and curling my fingers around Mason and Derek’s cock. I do it hard, my grip so tight that they groan.
“Then you’ll get everything,” Mason tells me, pushing the words out between his gritted teeth. I look at him and smile, watching as the lines on his face grow deep, pleasure taking over his expression.
“You guys sure know the right words,” I whisper, leaning forward and then down, mashing my breasts against Parker’s cock. With two cocks in my hands (never mind that there’s all that fabric between my skin and theirs) and one more pulsing between my breasts, I feel that madness of lust taking over me.
“And you know the right moves,” Parker sighs heavily, leaning back against the seat. As he does it, he raises his hips slightly, pressing his hard cock against the valley between my breasts. “Fuck, that’s good,” he groans, his cock throbbing so hard against my chest that I feel as if my whole body as started to boil.
Closing my eyes, I start flicking my wrists, stroking Mason and Derek over their pants. I do it hard, and I do it rough; my hands move up and down the length of their shafts as fast as I can, and I grit my teeth as I imagine how it’ll feel to have them inside my mouth. Oh, God, I need it so badly.
Moving back from Parker, I look up into his eyes once more, clicking my tongue against the roof my mouth. So many cocks, and only two hands…! Ah, what’s a girl to do?
“Take it out,” I whisper at Parker, feeling my lips curl into a deliciously wicked grin. “I want to see it,” I continue, never blinking as I keep my eyes locked on his.
Slowly, he starts to move.
He takes both his hands to his waist and, breathing hard, he untucks his shirt. I catch a glimpse of his washboard abs, and I almost start to salivate as I imagine how it’d feel to run my tongue over his chiseled muscles. Then, as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, it’s as if my heart stops beating.
I can’t even blink as his cock pushes back against the fabric of his boxer briefs, aching for release. I look at the contour of the twelve-inch monster hiding under his underwear, and I become so wet that I can’t even think straight. Without giving the time to push down his boxers, I simply dive forward, tilting my head sideways and placing my open mouth over his hard cock.
I suck on it over the fabric, closing my eyes as his manly flavor takes over me, blanketing whatever rational thought there still was inside my head. I just press my lips hard against it, feeling his thickness against my mouth, and I let instinct take the steering wheel.
“Fuck, I need that mouth,” Parker groans and, without giving me the time to react, he hooks his fingers on his boxer briefs and pulls them down to his knees. The moment he does it, his cock springs free and slaps my eager lips, its warm thickness sending a shiver up my spine.
I don’t even think.
I just act.
Still stroking Mason and Derek, I open my mouth and roll my lips down the length of Parker’s shaft, only stopping when I feel the tip of his cock against the back of my throat. I hold my position there for a few seconds, just enjoying the way his thickness pushes down on my tongue, and only then do I move my lips back.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans again, laying his hands on my head. Instead of pushing me down his cock, he simply tangles his fingers on my hair and leans back. Allowing a moan to climb up my throat, I start bobbing my head back and forth, twirling my tongue around his shaft as my lips move across his length.
I keep on doing it for God knows how long, time dilating all around me. When I finally allow his cock to pop out of my mouth, it almost feels like I’ve been sucking on him for an eternity.
“How about you two show me what you got?” I whisper, looking from Mason to Derek while I remove my hands from their crotches. “I want to see them,” I continue, a wild grin on my lips.
They don’t even wait. Rushing as they do it, they untuck their shirts and unbuckle their belts. When they finally unzip their pants and I see their cocks tenting their boxer briefs, my heart starts beating so fast that I wouldn’t be surprised if it simply burst. And when they push their boxer briefs down...well, what can I say? When I see their long cock jumping up to greet me, precum glistening on their tips ... I almost lose it.
“Do you want some of this as well?” I tease them, leaning in toward Parker and running my tongue down from the tip of his cock to his balls. “You want it, don’t you?” I continue, my tongue now following the opposite direction. Smiling, I run my tongue in soft circles around the tip of Parker’s cock, savoring the saltiness of his precum.
“You’re gonna drive us fucking crazy,” Mason whispers, curling his fingers around his own cock. Without taking his eyes off me, he starts stroking himself, his hand moving at a steady pace over his delicious twelve-inches.
“I’m already crazy as it is,” Derek says, following Mason’s lead and stroking himself. Moving back from Parker, I just grab his hand and place it on his own cock; without further direction, he starts stroking himself as well, and I just look at the three men sitting in front of me as they touch themselves.
“What a sight,” I purr, gazing at the thirty-six inches of cock in front of me. Taking my hands to my shoulders, I push down the straps of my dress as slowly as I can, the fabric drooping over my breasts, and then I just unclasp my bra.
The cups fall down my skin smoothly, revealing both my hard nipples and the rising curve of my breasts, and I notice their eyes widening as they take in the sight of my naked chest. “Like what you’re seeing?” I ask them as I run both my hands up the side of my body and then cup my breasts, squeezing them hard and moaning as I feel my nipples against the palm of my hands.
“I fuckin’ love it,” Parker groans, his hand moving so fast over his cock that I’m almost surprised he hasn’t came yet. Of course, it’d be a shame if that were to happen; I want them all in sync, and I won’t let them come before I need them to.
Leaning to the side, my eyes on Mason, I part my lips and wrap them around his cock. He stops stroking himself then, and I drive his twelve-inches straight to the back of my throat. Sliding his cock out of my mouth, I then turn to Derek and lean toward them, using my mouth to ravage his cock as well.
I keep on doing that for a long time, jumping from cock to cock and allowing all of their flavors to blend inside my mouth. Closing my eyes, I go from man to man so fast that I can’t even tell whose cock I’m sucking right now. All I know is that they fit inside my mouth perfectly, their thickness pushing back the inside of my cheeks and filling me in the most perfect way.
“Oh, fuck,” Mason suddenly groans, and I realize that the cock I have inside my mouth belongs to him. I feel it pulse hard against my tongue and, realizing what’s about to happen, I simply take it out of my mouth and grab his shaft hard. “No, not yet,” I tell him, surprising myself at the commanding tone on my voice. “You’re not allowed to come unless I say so,” I tell them, and the expression on his face as I say it is simply priceless. I doubt he ever had a woman telling him something like this.
“First, I want you to see me,” I continue, slowly going up to my feet, careful not to bash my head against the roof of the limo. Moving my hands down the side of my body, I hook my thumbs on my dress, now bunched up around my waist; I sway my hips from side to side, allowing
the fabric to slide down my legs, and then I step out of the dress.
Now wearing my heels and lace thong, I brush the tip of my fingers against the drenched fabric of my underwear. God, I’m so wet it’s almost unbelievable.
“Now that’s a fucking sight,” Parker whispers, his hands moving steadily over his cock.
“There’s more,” I tease him, grabbing my thong and pushing it down my legs as slowly as I can. The rhythm at which they’re stroking themselves slows down as their eyes focus on my wet pussy, and I can almost see the tension building up all around us.
“Like it, huh?” I purr, moving one hand down my stomach and pressing two fingers over my clit. Pressing my free hand against the roof of the limo to steady myself, I bite on my lower lip as I play with my clit, my fingers building a rhythm of their own.
Then, feeling my knees buckle under my own weight, I kneel in front of them again. I keep on working my pussy all the same, slight moans tumbling out from between my lips as I do it. Allowing my clit a moment’s rest, I move my hand down and, without any hesitation whatsoever, I slide two fingers inside my pussy.
The moment I feel them inside me, my eyes roll in their orbits and I feel my body burning from the inside out. And still, even though my brain tells me to close my eyes, I can’t peel them off the three cocks in front of me.
I start fingering myself fast, falling into a daze as I keep on watching them stroke themselves. I don’t even know how that happens, but my fingers soon fall into the same rhythm of their hands, the four of us completely in sync.
“Oh, God,” I moan, feeling that tension build inside me as I use my thumb to press down on my clit. I work on my pussy furiously, and it doesn’t take long for me to feel my inner walls tightening around my fingers, a shot of pleasure exploding up my spine and scorching whatever thought is still floating inside of my skull. “Oh, fuck,” I groan as I come, bright lights dancing in front of my eyes.
“Jesus, you look fuckin’ perfect like that,” Parker whispers as he watches me come, and that sets me loose. I slide my fingers off my pussy fast, my juices dripping down my hand, and I just reach toward Parker’s mouth. Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I slide my two fingers inside his mouth and he just sucks on them, the tip of his tongue running on the space between my fingers and taking in every last drop of my own juices.