A Fare to Remember

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by Opal Carew


  Then the hand lifted and …

  Smack!

  Her ass burned where he’d slapped her. Then he cupped both her cheeks and opened them wide, exposing even more of her intimate folds.

  “Isn’t that the most beautiful pussy you’ve ever seen?” Reid asked.

  “Fuck, yeah, man.”

  Fingertips stroked over her and she knew it had to be Reid, since both of Dylan’s hands were on her ass.

  “She’s incredibly wet,” Reid said. “You should feel.”

  Dylan’s hands released her ass and she expected that he would run his fingers over her, too, but then she felt his hot, hard cockhead brush against her. Gliding the length of her slit.

  “Ah, fuck man,” Reid groaned. “I really want to see your cock slide into her.”

  At that, the cock gliding over her slickness centered, then slowly pushed inside her. She drew in a long breath, feeling dizzy at the wild swirl of sensual delight spiraling through her.

  He moved deeper and deeper. Filling her with his thickness. Gliding inside her passage.

  She silenced her murmurs by pressing her face against the plush comforter, not wanting to draw a punishment … which would mean that beautiful cock disappearing from inside her.

  “What does it feel like inside her?” Reid asked.

  “It feels incredible,” said Dylan. “So hot and velvety.”

  Reid coiled his hand in her hair and lifted her face a little. “And what about you, Stevie? What does it feel like to have Dylan’s hard cock inside you?”

  “It’s thick and long. It’s stretching me.” She was careful not to say anything about how much she was enjoying it.

  “So you don’t like it?”

  “I do. I want him to … move inside me.”

  Reid tightened his hold on her hair, tugging on her scalp.

  “So you want him to fuck you?”

  Oh, God, she couldn’t lie.

  “Yes, sir. Please let him fuck me.”

  He chuckled. “In good time, my love.”

  Dylan moved back a little, then swooshed in deep again, taking her breath away. Sparks danced across her nerve endings, promising delightful things to come.

  But then Dylan drew back, and his cock pulled from her body. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from protesting out loud.

  Then she felt Reid’s cock surge inside her, filling her all the way, and she actually felt herself teetering on the edge. But then he pulled out, too.

  He leaned over her and pressed his lips to her ear. “As enticing as your sweet body is, my love, we are not going to fuck you now. I think you need to lie there and think about what you’ve done.” He stood up. “Come on, Dylan. Let’s go have a drink.”

  Oh, God, no. They couldn’t leave her like this.

  She lifted her head and glanced over her shoulder, seeing them approaching the door. They were both naked and their stiff cocks pushed straight forward.

  “Please, Reid.” Her words sounded desperate.

  Reid stopped and turned back to her, Dylan standing behind him in the doorway.

  “Please what, baby?”

  “Please come back … please finish this.”

  He smiled. “I told you. You have to wait to have Dylan fuck you.”

  Her inner passage clenched, needing a cock so bad.

  “Right now,” Reid continued, “just lie still and think—”

  “Please, Reid,” she cried desperately. “I need you inside me. Right now. I beg of you. Come and fuck me.”

  The teasing glint in his eyes vanished as his blue eyes darkened and he strode toward the bed. She dropped her head back to the bed and opened her legs wider. As soon as his hands cupped her hips, she moaned, knowing what was to come.

  The burning tip of his cock brushed her ass, then glided over her slick flesh.

  “Oh, yes, Reid. Please … drive inside me.”

  He surged forward, his cock spearing into her in a sudden thrust. Filling her deeply.

  She moaned.

  He drew back, then thrust fast again. Sparks flared inside her as pleasure quivered through every cell in her body. Static electricity flashed across her nerve endings at his third thrust, and she sucked in air on his fourth.

  She saw Dylan move beside the bed, watching. He glanced to her face, then watched his friend’s cock now steadily impaling her.

  “Oh, God.” Her words came out as almost a squeak as he drove into her again and again.

  Pleasure coiled inside her, tighter and tighter as she squeezed his big cock, causing even more exciting friction.

  “Aw, fuck, baby. You are so fucking hot!”

  Then Reid drove even deeper and grunted as heat filled her insides. She gasped, then the tightness in her belly exploded in a vibrant, mind-numbing orgasm, the pleasure wafting through her in tumultuous waves. The air seemed to thin and she sucked it in, floating in a blissful state of oblivion.

  Until Reid collapsed on top of her, the heat and weight of his body a welcome reminder of what they’d just shared. His arms tightened around her and he kissed her neck.

  “I told you I love it when a woman begs. That was fucking fantastic.”

  * * *

  Stevie woke up beside Reid, snuggled cozily in his arms. She blinked against the morning light and she realized he was awake and watching her.

  “Good morning,” he said. His hand stroked over her shoulder to her face and she realized she was still wearing her shirt from last night.

  She remembered. After the punishment sex last night—God, she’d take punishment like that from Reid anytime—he’d kissed and cuddled her, then rolled her over. Both men had been naked and she’d still worn her bra and flannel shirt, but she’d been sure they were going to move on to their threesome. She’d been delighted and anxious and definitely warmed up.

  But Reid had insisted they take a break and sit together in the living room. In no time, she’d fallen asleep. He must have carried her to bed.

  His lips brushed hers in a sweet kiss.

  “You were tired last night.”

  “I didn’t mean for the evening to end so soon. Poor Dylan…”

  “Is fine. He completely understood.”

  Dylan’s cock had been hard as a rock—she remembered how long and stiff it had been while he’d watched Reid fuck her last night—so she wasn’t sure how fine he really was. He was probably very tense and frustrated.

  She’d find a way to make it up to him.

  “So tonight for sure?” she asked.

  Reid grinned. “I love your enthusiasm.” He kissed her again, but this time he lingered.

  She wrapped her arms around him and held him close, returning the kiss with all she had, her tongue sweeping into his mouth. She rolled onto her back and he rolled over her. Her hands glided over his shoulders. She felt his cock rising and she arched against him.

  He groaned and rolled away. “Baby, if you keep doing that, I’m going to take you on the spot, but I want you to keep up your strength for tonight.”

  She stroked his cheek, gazing into his cheery, cobalt-blue eyes.

  “I have lots of strength,” she said as she pulled him in for another kiss.

  His lips moved on hers, then his tongue thrust deep into her. His cock was solid now, ready to fill her full to bursting.

  He wrapped his fingers around her wrists and drew her hands away.

  “I know you do, baby, but take pity on me. I have to hold my own against Dylan tonight.”

  She wrapped her hand around his thick cock and squeezed, then stroked gently and laughed.

  “All right, I’ll wait.” She rolled away and stood up.

  She faced him as she pulled her shirt over her head, ignoring the buttons, then stripped off her bra. Her gaze locked with his as she cupped her naked breasts and lifted.

  “But remember, it was your idea to wait.” Then she stroked her nipples until they blossomed into hard buds. “Maybe I’ll just go and”—she stroked down her stomach and glid
ed her fingertips over her slick folds—“take care of a few things in the shower.”

  She turned and walked toward the en suite.

  “Ah, fuck!”

  She grinned as he strode after her.

  * * *

  Stevie sat in the cab with her coffee, taking a well-deserved break. She exchanged a few texts with her friend Jon, who was questioning her about this sexy man she was spending so much time with. She did not tell him about the impending threesome. Not that he’d disapprove. On the contrary, he’d cheer her on, twisting her arm if she had second thoughts.

  He’d also want all the details afterward.

  She smiled. He was her friend, so she’d definitely tell him about it.

  Eventually.

  She sat back and sipped her coffee. She pulled her notebook out of her bag and glanced over the notes she’d jotted down over the last few days. Usually when she got home from a shift, she’d start turning her notes into a story. Building characters and situations from things she’d heard and seen, but she’d been so busy spending time with Reid and Dylan, she hadn’t really had the time.

  And, damn, considering the experiences she was having with them, she was more interested in writing about a very naughty cabbie who was having sexual adventures with a very sexy fare she’d picked up one rainy day.

  Her cell bleeped with another text and she picked it up.

  Been invited to an overnight event starting this Saturday. Can you take the time off? Allegro asked after you specifically.

  It was from Reid.

  She bristled a little. He wanted her there because it would help him with his client? Although she wanted to avoid a relationship with Reid, it bothered her that he just considered her a business asset … and a sexual partner.

  God, she was screwed up. She didn’t want anything more than a sexual relationship with him yet here she was getting upset because that’s all he wanted from her.

  She sighed. If it was an overnight event it would probably be at Allegro’s summer house a couple of hours from the city. She’d seen an article about his posh place with the stunning pool with natural rock around it and a beautiful waterfall feeding into it. He had acres of land around the house, a stable with horses, and a huge house with guest rooms galore.

  There was bound to be a fancy party in the evening. She’d barely gotten the chance to enjoy the last party Reid had invited her to and she had loved getting all dressed up again. Dancing and drinking champagne. Remembering a life long past … a life that, at least in this respect, hadn’t been all bad.

  Then she frowned. Not that she’d ever go back.

  But partaking one more time … there was no harm in that.

  She had been working long hours, seven days a week, but not having to pay rent right now afforded her some leeway for this month.

  You’re on. She tapped the SEND button.

  * * *

  Stevie drove to her apartment—her ex-apartment. She’d texted Hank to let him know she’d be dropping by to pick up some things while he was at work.

  She walked into the place and her heart constricted.

  She’d been so happy here. Happy in her blissful ignorance.

  She’d been ignorant of Hank’s wandering eye. Of his ungrateful nature. Of his totally uncaring attitude at taking advantage of hers—and anyone else’s—generosity.

  Her ignorance was because she had so wanted to have a real relationship. Not like what she’d had in the past. People who merely used each other.

  After her experience with Hank, she realized that it wasn’t just wealthy people who used and manipulated others for their own ends.

  She glanced around at the furniture they’d picked out together, the colors of the walls they’d finally agreed on after countless arguments—complete with make-up sex afterward—over other colors they’d each wanted.

  She had thought she’d been happy with Hank, but she realized now that she’d merely been clinging to a dream … of having a normal life with a normal guy. Both of them working for a living, facing each day together.

  But that had all been a lie.

  Hank had stayed with her long enough to help him get his business off the ground, then had allowed his roving eye to destroy everything.

  She marched through the bedroom to the walk-in closet and grabbed the clothes she’d come for, glad to see Hank hadn’t sold them.

  She got out of there as quickly as she could, suitcase in tow, glad to be back in her cab. The one thing she could truly depend on.

  Pulling into traffic, she smiled, looking forward to getting to the penthouse and enjoying the adventure to come with Reid and Dylan.

  * * *

  The elevator doors opened and Stevie rolled the suitcase into the penthouse entryway and set it upright as she took off her shoes. Reid closed his laptop and stood up from the couch then walked toward her with a grin.

  He wore a dark gray button-down shirt with black stripes and black dress pants. The fitted line of the shirt accentuated his trim waist and broad chest. The sight of him sent her hormones fluttering.

  “Are you moving in?” he asked teasingly.

  She quirked an eyebrow. “I can take it back to the cab if it’s an imposition.”

  She reached for the handle, but he grabbed hold of it and rolled it into the penthouse.

  “On the contrary. I’m delighted.”

  Dylan walked out of the kitchen carrying a sandwich on a plate. He wore comfortable, threadbare jeans and the top several buttons of his casual shirt were open, revealing enough of his solid chest to make her long to run her hands over it. To feel the sculpted muscles. To run her fingertips over his hard-as-beads nipples.

  “Did I hear that Stevie’s moving in?”

  “Her suitcase is right here,” Reid said as he continued to the bedroom.

  “That’s great,” Dylan said, following them.

  “I’m not moving in,” she said.

  Reid lifted her suitcase onto the couch, laying it flat.

  “You’re protesting a lot,” Reid said, “but you already had a suitcase here, and now you’ve brought another.” He smiled. “You know you’re welcome to move in.”

  “We’d love for you to stay here,” Dylan said.

  She shook her head, glancing from one to the other. “You hardly know me. And you don’t even live in this city.”

  “That’s why it’s so perfect,” Dylan said. “You don’t have an apartment right now and we have this one that will sit empty a lot of the time, so you might as well use it.”

  “And when we are in town,” Reid said, “we can visit.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Visit? Is that what you call what we’ve been doing?”

  Reid walked toward her with a smile and wrapped his arm around her waist, then nuzzled her neck. Electricity crackled along her nerve endings.

  “Don’t you like how we visit?” he murmured against her neck.

  She laughed and slid out of his hold. “I do, in fact. But I won’t be moving in here.”

  She heard the raspy sound of a zipper unfastening and glanced at Dylan, who was opening her suitcase. She raced over and pushed the lid down before he peered inside.

  “I just thought we could help you unpack,” Dylan said.

  “I can manage.”

  Reid came over and opened the case before she could stop him. Lingerie formed a frothy topping of lace and frills, since she’d thrown it in last.

  Dylan lifted a burgundy satin brocade basque with black lace edging and whistled.

  “Very nice.”

  Reid eyed the contents and held up a black lace bra and matching thong.

  “I want to see you in this.” His voice was a low growl, the heat in his eyes melting through her.

  She felt her heart quivering in her chest.

  “I mean right now,” he insisted, his voice holding that note of authority she’d learned to respond to instantly.

  Her hands automatically moved to the top button of her shirt to
unfasten it.

  He dropped the tiny garments on the bed and grabbed Dylan’s arm, then led him from the room.

  “In the living room in five minutes, Stevie. Got it?”

  “Yes, sir,” she responded, her shirt already half undone.

  Chapter Twelve

  The door closed behind them and heat vibrated through Stevie as she stripped off her shirt, then her jeans. She shed her panties and sat down on the bed, then pulled off her socks. Her bra went next, then she donned the black, sexy bra. It was cut low, and lifted her breasts high. She stood up and pulled on the thong.

  She caught sight of herself in the mirror and sucked in a breath.

  She looked like a sexy stranger as she walked toward the dresser, pulling off the covered elastic that held her hair captured in a ponytail. The long locks flowed freely around her shoulders. She picked up a brush from the dresser and ran it through her honey-gold hair until it gleamed.

  Then she pushed her shoulders back. Her breasts thrust proudly forward.

  She turned and walked toward the door. It was time to experience the adventure of a lifetime.

  To be fucked by two incredibly sexy billionaires.

  * * *

  Stevie walked into the living room, a sway to her hips. Both men sat on the couch watching her, their eyes glowing like hot embers.

  She felt so … attractive. So … desirable.

  Her gaze drifted over them. Both were still fully clothed and it felt wicked standing in front of them in her barely-there black lace outfit while their hot gazes warmed her tingling skin.

  The fact that these two incredibly handsome men wanted her, made her glow with delight.

  There was a bottle of white wine on the table and three filled stemmed glasses.

  Reid rose and handed her a glass, then gestured for her to sit in the armchair across from the couch. She sat down and took a sip.

  “We’re anxious to get started,” Reid said.

  “Me, too,” she said, her voice gravelly, longing for the two of them to touch her.

  He smiled. “But first, since you have been so good to us, we want to give you a special surprise.”

  “What is it?” Her gaze flickered from Reid’s smiling face to Dylan’s, then back again.

  Reid set down his glass. “Well, it’s become clear to us that this fantasy of yours … to be with both of us … to have us touch you … and”—he smiled—“fuck you … has a little more to it.”

 

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