That was all it took for Adrian to dive face-first into her pretty little pussy, lapping away like a cat at a bowl of milk. Her clitoris quivered and elongated as he lapped up a few droplets of sweet juice. Brooke shut up as she dug her fingers into Adrian’s grown-out buzz cut. It felt as though she broke the skin of his scalp in her clutching at his head, but Adrian didn’t let up his lapping for one split second. I’ll show her. Gabriel may have a very talented mouth, but no one can love a sweet pussy better than me.
The trickle of juice between her labia now gushed down into the seam of her ass, and Adrian added two of his longest fingers to the mix, sliding them up her slick channel without missing a beat with his tongue. Meanwhile, Gabriel hunched over him, his dick in his clutching fist. Gabriel probably knew well enough that it was too soon to mount him, if indeed Adrian would ever be ready for such an assault. But Gabriel knew Adrian would be ready for an object—not his shiny baton this time, but something pliable and rubbery—to be carefully inserted only a couple of inches up his ass. When Gabriel jiggled the thing around, it stiffened Adrian’s cock to the verge of orgasm. For the half beat that his tongue skipped in lapping at the protruding clitoris, Brooke repaid him by yanking on his hair.
“Don’t stop!” she wailed, shoving the bud of her clitoris into his mouth.
Swiftly he found his place, determined not to be lax again, but when Gabriel’s clutching hand squeezed his prick while simultaneously jiggling that toy up inside his rectum, he was nearly driven over the edge. The tip of his penis squeezed out several drops of seed, which Gabriel smeared around the glans with his thumb, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate on his task at hand. Brooke squirmed her pussy against his mouth and gyrated her hips against him. If that wasn’t enough to break his concentration, Gabriel slicked up Adrian’s dick and began pumping it while murmuring dirty and salacious things, such as, “That’s it, you red-blooded stud. You like having this butt plug up your ass, don’t you? You just wish it was my cock milking your prostate like this.”
Adriane knew beyond a doubt that Gabriel was tantalizing him to orgasm in order to take his mind off Brooke’s need. What a rat bastard. Gabriel wanted to keep the title of best pussy licker, and Adrian’s competitive nature wouldn’t allow that. So he gripped Gabriel’s wrist and twisted, digging his fingers into the soft skin until Gabriel cried out and dropped his cock. Good. My pleasure isn’t nearly as important as hers.
“Bastard!” Gabriel cried, flinching as though burned. But while he didn’t make another grab for Adrian’s cock, he jiggled the butt plug even more energetically in Adrian’s clenching rectum. Adrian lowered his hips to the couch and squashed his pulsing hard-on against the leather. But once again, Gabriel knew what he was doing. Adrian’s rectum had been stimulated to the point of no return, and semen gushed unbidden up the length of his bulging prick. He was doing nothing other than pressing his prick to the leather, but Gabriel’s skillful manipulation had sent him over the brink of orgasm.
Brooke exploded, too. With a high keening sound not unlike a lone coyote, her juices gushed over his face. Adrian sipped her delicious nectar as her sheath contracted around the two fingers he had up inside her. Her pussy clutched at him as she kept her grip on his hair, her knuckles so white he could hear them crack.
Good God! It was an impossible juggling act! That epic asshat Gabriel—he knew this would blow Adrian’s concentration! Brooke arched her back like a cat on a fence and squirmed as though electrified. Spasm after spasm wracked her canal that clutched at Adrian’s flingers like a carnivorous plant. When the contractions gave a sign of having peaked out, Adrian expertly slowed his lapping so as not to have her jumping to the ceiling with overexcited nerves.
He licked gently, long, erotic licks to the entire length of her clitoris. She gasped once, loudly, as though waking up from a trance. She scurried away from his mouth, cringing back into the corner of the couch, her eyes wide with wonder.
Leaving him here, a quivering mass of jellied limbs with a goddamned butt plug up his ass.
Adrian got to his knees, and thankfully Gabriel slid the implement from him and disappeared into the bathroom without any fanfare. That was one of the many things Adrian was growing to appreciate and love in Gabriel—he was so matter-of-fact. He certainly didn’t kick up a shit storm of drama.
It was Adrian’s turn to be embarrassed. His penis still jutted out, purplish and angry. It was plainly evident he’d come against the couch, his shiny cock standing at attention like that. He and Brooke just panted at each other with round, moist eyes, and Adrian found it didn’t matter. He was back in the driver’s seat now, where he needed to be to avoid painful flashbacks. If he knew that he controlled Brooke, controlled Gabriel for that matter, he could relax and stop looking over his shoulder for the next shoe to drop.
Brooke did seem to love him. If she messed around with anyone else, it would be Gabriel, and Adrian didn’t mind that.
“I’ll never hurt you,” Brooke whispered.
Suddenly Adrian could care less. It didn’t matter that Brooke knew he’d come against the couch cushion and he was now kneeling in a sticky puddle of semen, all because another man had jiggled a butt plug up his ass—and because he’d had his face in her pretty cunt. He wiped his shiny face with his forearm and gave Brooke a grin. “I believe you.” He nodded.
He lowered himself over her to kiss her lightly. She flung her arms around him to deepen the kiss, wrapping her legs around him until her feet rested on his butt.
Chapter Nine
Brooke had made up her mind. She was going to give herself to Adrian—if he’d have her.
She’d been forced to snag his handcuffs from his duty belt. She chuckled to herself at her cleverness. Both men had been dead to the world, asleep in the cabin’s king-size bed. She loved the way some men slept—all spread out with limbs sprawled, like innocent baby bears. Gabriel was on his back with one flung forearm resting on Adrian’s hip. Adrian was in a fetal position, one hand under his face. He didn’t look like a man who had probably plugged other men over a statue. Brooke only knew Adrian as a kind, if somewhat stressed, man.
He had slept between Brooke and Gabriel. Adrian was the filling in the sandwich, for now, until Brooke could raise his confidence.
So she’d woken them at six. As much as she didn’t like rousing them from their photogenic sleep, she’d enticed them to the spa by reminding them that it didn’t open until eight, so they’d have one uninterrupted hour before the new receptionist opened up.
This was how Brooke came to be standing in the shallow end of the indoor mineral pool sucking on Gabriel’s cock as he sat on the tiled edge.
It had been Adrian’s idea, surprisingly enough. “Suck his cock,” Adrian had gently urged as he stood behind her. As if she needed any demonstration, Adrian had reached around her to fondle Gabriel’s large cock. She thought that maybe Adrian became inspired by watching Gabriel get a blow job, so she was perfectly willing and even eager. Adrian, however, gripped Gabriel’s cock at the base, angling the big mushroom head toward Brooke, and explained quietly,
“I want to see what I feel when you suck him. If I’m going to be eaten up with jealousy, this isn’t going to work.”
“Yes,” said Gabriel impatiently. He lifted one foot out of the water and placed it on the tiled edge near his ass, the better to jut his cock forward, displaying his impatience. He smoothed Brooke’s hair with his palm. “Let’s find out. Hop to it!”
Brooke giggled at his half-serious impertinence and reached out to where she’d bundled her towel at the pool’s edge. She withdrew the handcuffs. “Here.” She handed them over her shoulder to Adrian.
“Ah!” said Gabriel. “A thief. I knew you were more than meets the eye, you little vixen.”
Brooke held her wrists together to indicate to Adrian how she could be cuffed at the nape of her neck. She wanted to demonstrate her submissiveness. She knew instinctively that by taking the passive role, Adrian
would feel pumped up with power. Once empowered, he wouldn’t feel that she—or Gabriel—would spiral beyond his control.
Adrian snapped the cuffs on in an instant and pressed on the back of her skull, urging her face toward Gabriel’s crotch. He seemed to enjoy wrapping his fist around the girth of the veined penis, jacking it. She dove onto the cock with abandon, gratified when Gabriel uttered a low, deep growl. She sucked as deeply as she could, the taut glans massaging the back of her throat. She took several deep gulps as though trying to suck it down, proud of her hoovering skills, but still unsure if she’d come up to the par Gabriel was accustomed to. Hell, for all I know Adrian is the best cocksucker around.
“There. That’s good.” There was some tension while she waited for Adrian’s reaction to seeing the woman who loved him suck another man, but his words soothed her. “Take his big dick into your mouth. You’re helpless, and I’m not going to let you stop sucking his juicy, long dick.”
As if to underline his supremacy, he clasped her tits in his palm, diddling her nipples, making her squirm. The warm waters of the mineral pool swirled around them, warming Brooke up to her abdomen, but her nipples were hard and pebbled in the early morning air before the receptionist turned on the room heaters. Adrian bent at the knees, inserting his stiff cock between her thighs. She clamped onto it, overjoyed that he was allowing physical intimacy between them. Brooke didn’t know how close he’d been to the traitorous fiancée, but just the fact that she was his fiancée let her know he had loved her. Brooke was prepared to wait a good long time for him to get over that. It was sweet, in a way, that he was so tortured by the other woman’s betrayal. He wouldn’t be so tormented if he hadn’t loved her deeply.
A block of filtered sunlight fell from a skylight, but outside it was snowing. It made Brooke feel protected and safe, as though she were inside a steamy snow globe. Adrian’s prick was thick and squeaky captured between her thighs, and she swung her hips back and forth. She was juicy enough that the prick slid easily, and Brooke began to get fancy with her swivels. Gyrating like a belly dancer while she simultaneously deep-throated Gabriel soon proved too much for Adrian.
“All right,” he gasped, now placing his palm on her forehead and jerking her mouth away from the cock with a popping sound. “Enough.”
Gabriel’s groan echoed against the tiled walls of the pool room. “No…” he wailed, caressing his cock as though injured.
Brooke twirled to face Adrian. “I’m sorry!” she said automatically.
Adrian’s grip was reassuring. He even smiled, and maybe it was her imagination, but the smile seemed affectionate. “Nothing’s your fault. I’m not jealous. I just couldn’t take your dry humping anymore.”
“Or wet humping,” Gabriel said wittily. “Since you’re not jealous, maybe you could allow the lady to finish?”
“Oh, sorry,” Adrian said offhandedly. He turned Brooke around and urged her head back into Gabriel’s crotch. “Please, do finish.”
So Brooke sucked and licked while Adrian angled the cock correctly down her throat. She could tell by the fluttering down the underside of Gabriel’s prick that he wouldn’t last long, so she gulped more energetically. Adrian didn’t insert his cock between her legs this time, but she could feel it knocking against her butt as she gobbled away at Gabriel’s cock.
“That’s it. Suck him good, Brooke. You want to taste his salty seed sliding down your throat. You want to taste that delicious warm jism. Your mouth is watering to swallow his load—That’s right. Suck. Suck harder.”
Gabriel gave a sudden gasp and threw his head back as the semen surged up his prick, exploding in Brooke’s mouth. She struggled to swallow it all, but some wound up dribbling down the side of her chin. Adrian didn’t hold her head any longer, maybe for fear of choking her, and she gulped at her own pace.
“Swallow that big load,” Adrian urged her. “Fill up on his seed.”
When Brooke finally detached with a loud gasp, she was seeing stars. “Oh!” she cried, blinking hard. “Wow!” she praised Gabriel, who had fallen back on the colorful tiles with his forearm shielding his eyes.
Adrian spun her around. It hadn’t occurred to her until now that he might not have been jealous at her sucking off another man because he didn’t care about her. A sudden insecure panic gripped her as he fixed her with his battle-hardened, lime eyes. That’s why he reacted so calmly to watching me suck Gabriel to climax. He doesn’t care.
He took her chin in his fingers and regarded her thoughtfully. He spoke in a low, steamy voice. “Miss McQueen. You are a sultry, tasty woman. I’d consider myself extremely lucky if you’d consent to me fucking you.”
Brooke was overcome with emotion. She looked at him, flabbergasted. “As if you have to ask?” she squeaked.
A sly smile played over his lips then. He backed her up against the pool’s edge until one of her feet found a built-in bench. She’d known it was there, of course, having worked in this spa. But she’d never imagined she would ever have such a sexy use for it. Stepping up, she easily lifted her pelvis clean out of the water while leaning her butt against the pool’s tiled lip.
Adrian helped, lifting her by grasping her waist. This was the shallow end of the pool, and they were only in the warm, sulfurous waters up to their thighs. He shook his head as he looked at her, seemingly full of wonder. He seemed to like what he saw. “Brooke. You are one hell of a ravishing, erotic lady.”
She relaxed a little, although she knew she could still be ravishing and erotic and not be loved by Adrian. He pressed himself to her, letting his erection bob between her thighs, knocking at her pussy’s entrance.
But she couldn’t, of course, grab ahold and guide him into her. Her arms were beginning to ache, bound as they were behind her neck, and she twisted and lunged her hips toward him. Raising the handcuffs over her head, she brought them down around the back of Adrian’s neck, which gave her some relief and brought him closer to her. Even in the steamy pool room where both chlorine and minerals clung to one’s hair, she could detect his unique, subtle scent of pine and snow crystals.
“I do love you,” she whispered against his mouth. “You might think I’m silly, that I don’t know you at all, that I don’t know what your job entails to make you what you are. I just feel that I know you, Adrian. The first second I saw you I felt that you were mine, that you somehow belonged to me. And I’m telling you, Adrian. I belong to you. I don’t care if you don’t want me. I’m still yours.”
“But I do want you,” Adrian murmured and slid his lips over hers.
Oh, he just means he wants to fuck me. What man doesn’t? Though disappointed, Brooke went along with it when Adrian lifted her leg that wasn’t on the step and twined it around his hip. He nudged his fat cockhead inside her slippery labia. He broke the kiss to stare into her eyes, and oddly, she did feel a sense of calm washing over her. Maybe it was the mineral water emanating its healing powers. Maybe it was the eucalyptus and lavender essence they piped into the wet sauna—the door was just fifteen feet away. Or maybe it was Adrian’s steady gaze, his eyes and skin so light his image was nearly engulfed by steam.
Or his odd Eastern words. “More valuable than treasures in a storehouse are the treasures of the body.” His words calmed Brooke almost as much as the affection she felt pouring from him as he eased his cock up inside her. He swiveled his hips erotically, not seeming to breathe as he looked into her eyes. “The treasures of the heart are the most valuable of all.”
Remembering he was a treasure hunter, she assumed that was the metaphor he was going for. Brooke tried not to rock her hips but remained still as he was, just clenching his prick with her inner pussy walls, as the Kegel exercises had taught.
He stared into her eyes as though trying to read her soul, and Brooke bared all. She had nothing to hide, and she wanted him to know he didn’t have to hide anything from her. With his cockhead nudged up against her womb, they were as close as it was possible to be, and Brooke felt very connected
to him. They touched the tips of their noses together as Adrian breathed rhythmically, controlled as though trying to set up a breathing pattern.
“A man is like the wings of a bird, a woman like the body. If the wings and body become separated, how can the bird fly?”
Brooke literally felt her heart expand with love when Adrian whispered this. He wanted to love her, at least. He was open to it. To show her love, Brooke kissed him fully, licking his luscious lips. He seemed to let go then, to relax his breathing pattern as he lunged his hips into her, penetrating her fully with the length and breadth of his penis. But then he gasped, and Brooke looked over his shoulder.
Gabriel, knowing nothing of the hugely moving and tantric experience the couple was having, had jumped into the pool behind Adrian. Gabriel held something up for Brooke’s perusal. It was a black pyramidal butt plug that Gabriel had apparently lubed up, for he arched his eyebrows lewdly at Brooke, making her giggle. The butt plug vanished while Gabriel wiggled it in Adrian’s rectum. With his closed eyelids trembling, Adrian sucked in air, and she worried Gabriel was hurting him.
As if reading her mind, Gabriel said quietly, “The first time I stretched you. I hope that someday soon you’ll accept my cock in your ass.”
Indeed, Adrian seemed to revel in the thrill the butt plug was giving him. His entire spine undulated as he fucked Brooke, and every time Gabriel jiggled the plug she felt Adrian’s cock twitch and jump deep inside her. A strange buzzing started vibrating in Brooke’s body, as though energy was flowing from Adrian through her. She felt lighter, more buoyant. She was almost ecstatic, her mood was so light.
She thought this could be attributed to the fact that the man she loved had finally allowed himself to get close enough to fuck her. She took ahold of his hand that wasn’t propped against the pool’s edge and guided it to her clit. He instantly got the picture and began to flick his middle finger up and down over her bulging button. He had already felt Brooke come with his fingers inside her, and she wanted him to feel her orgasm around his prick. She had been told—by experienced men who she hoped knew what they talked about—that her orgasms were much stronger than most women’s, and she wanted Adrian to be impressed, too. Once she sucked him in, so to speak, it might help to keep him.
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