She opened her mouth in invitation and he guided his cock across her lips, coating them with his pre-cum. She snaked her tongue out to trace the heavy crown then wrapped her lips around him, bobbing up and down his thick shaft.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it.” He held the back of her head. “You can take me farther than that. Open your mouth.”
She managed to take a little more of him with every pull.
Andrew threw her legs over his shoulders and opened her wide. The first touch of his tongue to her wet skin had her hips arching off the bed. He gripped her and held her down as he tongue-fucked her.
She ground against the slight stubble on his face and took Dante in farther, lost in a whirlwind of lust and desire. There was no time to think of anything other than her need to be filled, her need to come. Here she was covered, by two men who knew exactly how to touch a woman. She’d never dreamed something this carnal, this taboo would feel so damn good. The sensations swirled around her, encompassing her in a storm of stark want and need.
Letting go of Dante’s cock, she swiped her tongue along his balls, carefully pulling one in her mouth and laving it gently.
“Damn, woman, your mouth is wicked.”
The ego boost spurred her on and she again took him into her mouth, sucking harder and deeper.
“I can’t take it,” he said, gritting his teeth and pulling away from her. “Andrew, I need to fuck her.” His coarse language pushed her right over the edge as Andrew sucked her clit hard and sent her careening into orgasm.
Dante wasn’t about to give Penny the chance to recover. He nodded to Andrew, who left her pussy and fell beside her. His friend covered one of her breasts, licking and sucking hard. She arched her back and Dante crawled down to her hips and smacked her pussy. He covered the pink area with one palm and pushed a finger to her entrance. He tickled and tormented her with pleasure.
“You were a bad girl in the limo. Teasing the hell out of me until I almost came. I think you need to learn to follow directions.”
He plunged two fingers deep in her channel, sliding easily in and out of her burning cunt. He crooked his fingers and found the slightly hard little bundle of nerves within her and massaged them. He spanked her pussy, careful to spread the sting over her entire pussy until it was a deep shade of red.
“Oh God, Dante, I’m going to come.” Her hips met his every thrust.
“No, you’re not,” he hissed and stopped.
She cried out in frustration, “Why did you stop?”
“I told you I’d punish you for teasing me.”
She was pissed and it made his dick engorge further. He reached down, grabbing his pants and the condom in the pocket. Lightning fast, he tore the foil open with his teeth. He shook as he retrieved the condom and rolled it on.
Andrew grabbed a tube of cream from the nightstand drawer and smoothed it over her pussy. Dante knew it would cool and soothe her heated skin as well as give her time to settle back down.
Andrew tossed him the tube and he squeezed another generous amount of the cooling gel on his palm. He carefully applied more to her chafed pussy lips, his thumb sliding along the side of her clit.
“Does my girl want to come?” he whispered.
She refused to meet his gaze, merely nodding her head. Dante understood her inability to speak. He’d just brought her to the brink only to deny her what she craved most.
“You’ll come again soon, I promise, and it will be more than you can stand.” He grabbed a little black bag and opened it. He removed clamps and showed them to Penny. “We’re going to put these on your nipples. The pain will only last a few seconds before pleasure takes over.” His heart dropped when she only managed a deer-in-the-headlights look. “Do you trust us to know what will bring you the greatest pleasure?” He held his breath as he waited for her answer. It meant more to him than he wanted to admit, but he needed her trust.
“I trust you.” Her quiet voice broke through his momentary fear.
“Good. Without absolute trust there is no real pleasure,” he said, tossing one of the nipple clamps to his friend.
He gripped her nipple with his thumb and forefinger, slowly twisting and pulling before blowing slightly against the rigid tip. Dante opened the clip and clamped it on her at the same time Andrew captured her other nipple. He bent, licking around the clamp until her little mews grew louder and she squirmed with pleasure, not pain.
Andrew licked across the nipple and her back arched. Dante covered “his” nipple, distracting her from the pain. He loved the game of finding out what she could stand, how far he could push her. She was so receptive to everything he and Andrew had done with her. Her dark eyes were wide and her hips twisted and turned. She was so ready to fuck.
He couldn’t take another second. He lay on his back and pulled her over him, helping her slide down his dick. Fuck, she fit him like a glove as she settled on him.
He couldn’t believe how deep he was. “Fuck me.”
She began to rise and fall, her soft body cushioning him. Her heavy round breasts bounced with every move. He tugged on one of the clamps and she moaned.
“You love the little stings, don’t you?” he hissed between clenched teeth. She threw her head back and ground down on his pelvic bone. Damn, but she was made for him. With every wiggle and jerk of her hips, he was close to losing it, but they were only just beginning the climb so he fought the urge to spill inside her.
Andrew popped up behind her and cupped her breasts. “She’s pure ecstasy, isn’t she?” He tweaked her nipples, causing another squeal to escape her swollen lips.
“You guys don’t have to keep talking about me like I’m not here.”
Dante laughed. “She’s right, buddy, she’s not a blow-up doll.” As evidenced by her hot, wet core swallowing him to the point he felt as if his head were going to pop off.
Andrew bit her neck. “Sorry, sweets. I’m just making sure he appreciates your delicious pussy as much as I did.”
Dante thrust up, into heaven. “I think the time for talk is over.” He released her tied wrists and laced his fingers through hers. He pulled her down to his chest. “We both want to be in you. Are you ready for it, baby?”
The familiar sound of the condom package opening echoed in her ears. Andrew’s large hands covered her ass cheeks. He massaged her flesh before parting her ass. “I need you to relax for me, sweets, and do exactly as I say. Can you do that for me?”
She knew what was going to happen and couldn’t help but clench at the idea. She’d heard stories from her friends, both good and bad, but she had to trust that Andrew knew what he was doing, otherwise this night of sensual nirvana would end. “I’ll do my best.”
Dante grabbed her face. “Kiss me and relax. I promise it will be so damn good for you.”
He captured her mouth in a scorching kiss. Something thick, cold and wet pressed against her anus. Andrew’s finger circled her tight hole before dipping inside. The unused muscle compressed hard but Andrew only added more gel and continued to stroke her.
Dante sprinkled kisses on her face. She kissed him back with everything she had.
From behind, Andrew pressed his heated body against her. “I’m not going to lie, sweets. This is going to be uncomfortable for a minute until you adjust to me. All you need to do is not tense up and push back.”
She understood his description as he guided the blunt head of his cock to her tight hole and pushed forward. The invasion burned but the pain blurred when Dante distracted her by tugging on her nipple clamp.
Andrew gripped her hips. “I’m almost there.”
Something gave as he passed through the tight ring of muscle and he stopped all movement. The slight sting faded away and she relaxed into Dante’s chest. With her nipples still clamped, the scrape against him caused a deep moan to escape. She’d never been so sensitive. She was filled to the brim, stretched tight almost to the point of pain.
The minor discomfort fled when Andrew pulled back and Dan
te thrust up at the same time. Their movements were relaxed and shallow. She looked down into Dante’s large espresso eyes.
“You’re beautiful, baby,” he whispered.
Blood rushed to her head as all three of them shifted together. Grinding and pumping caused the slow-burning pleasure to give rise to something more. Andrew pushed farther into her, moving back and forth. His arms came around her and pulled her up against his chest. Dante pushed as Andrew retreated. The motion stretched tight muscles, making her wetter with every single thrust. It was never-ending—as one ebbed, the other flowed.
The heat in the room bathed them all in a fine sheen of sweat; their breath mingled and their moans became one. There was no beginning, no end as they rocked back and forth, drawing out the pleasure for as long as possible.
Fingers—she wasn’t sure whose—rubbed her clit while others squeezed her clamped nipples. The world around them disappeared and only a hazy state of utopia existed until she began to seize and the thrusting changed to a furious pace. Two sets of male groans vibrated against her back and chest. Whispered words of dirty needs echoed in her ears and for the first time in her life she believed she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Something broke loose within her and she took over the pace, riding Dante harder, taking Andrew in and out. Both men were still as she controlled the motion, demanding satisfaction. She was unwilling to be a passenger along for the ride.
No, she was the pilot, leading all three of them into the abyss of pure white-hot need. She knew gratification of monumental proportions lay just around the corner.
One more thrust, one more pinch and pull. She gripped each cock hard as her vaginal walls tensed. Throwing her head back, she screamed as she came hard. She convulsed as they moved and pulled, fighting to reach the bliss she was experiencing. Through the fog she heard both men cry out as they joined her in climax.
She collapsed into Dante’s arms and then Andrew slowly withdrew. He fell by her back, his arm thrown across her waist. Enveloped in Dante and Andrew’s blissful embrace, she didn’t even try to keep her eyes open and gave herself up to exhaustion.
* * * * *
Hours later, she was on her way home. Dante held her close as she shut her eyes and enjoyed the comfort of being in his arms. She was dead tired but happy, completely satisfied. Both men had taken such care with her, not once but three times, each time more erotic, more intense than the last.
They were both so skilled, yet so different. Andrew was decadently beautiful with a quick smile and an easygoing nature. Dante, her dark-haired lover, was more sedate and serious. So completely opposite the boy she remembered in high school.
High school—he never mentioned it. Could she have really been so forgettable back then? Granted, they hadn’t been the best of friends, but they had been friendly. Shared what she considered a few innocently sweet moments.
She refused to think about it now, wrapped up in Dante’s musky scent and thick, strong arms.
“You’re exquisite.” He stroked her cheek. “I don’t know if I’m going to get enough of you—ever.”
She wanted to believe he meant it and it wasn’t just a product of one of the hottest sexual experiences known to man.
“I want you again.”
Her stomach knotted in a funny kind of way, like when your dearest wish was finally coming true. “Three times wasn’t enough?”
“Not nearly enough, Penny.” His wicked fingers tiptoed up her thigh. Goose bumps covered her flesh.
“How about I fix you and Andrew dinner on Friday?”
He frowned slightly.
“Is something wrong?”
He brushed the hair back from her face. “Everything is perfect. Friday would be great. Say around seven?”
She kissed him. “I would love nothing more. But first…”
“What is it?” He looked concerned.
“Protection.” She stared down at her knees. “I’m clean and on birth control—”
“So am I.” He crooked a finger beneath her chin, drawing her gaze to his. “Well, at least the clean part.” He grinned. “But we’ll take whatever precautions you want, whenever you want. You just say the word.”
With a smile, she settled back against his chest. She couldn’t wait until Friday.
Chapter Five
Work had been a bear. It had been three days since their evening together, and what a night it had been. Dante had kept his distance on purpose. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to honor his promise to keep his hands off Penny for much longer.
The memory of her soft skin along his kept him awake most evenings. His concentration was for shit and he’d often had to shake away the mental picture of her mouth in order to get anything done. It was going to be a hell of a lot easier when Kale returned. Then he’d be able to keep his mind on business.
The other thing that kept nagging at him was Andrew. For the first time since they’d been friends, Dante didn’t want to share. As far as he knew, Penny enjoyed them equally—hell, she may have even preferred Andrew over him. The idea didn’t sit well.
The hard truth was, his feelings for her went beyond a few incredible sexual encounters. At the dinner they’d all shared, he’d been impressed by her work ethic and enchanted with her laughter and sense of humor.
Did Andrew want her this much? If so, it might present a problem later on. He wanted to continue seeing Penny and he wanted to see her alone. He wanted to learn all there was about her.
When had life become so fucking complicated? He didn’t know, but there was something about the way she looked at him, as though she understood him. He couldn’t put his finger on it but she knew him in a way no other woman had. As though she carried a secret knowledge about his life even he wasn’t aware of, something that eclipsed their shared childhood past. Somewhere along the way, a simple sexual liaison had stopped being simple and he couldn’t wait until Friday night to have a taste.
He picked up the phone and buzzed for Penny to come into the office. Minutes later, she entered.
He stood. “Lock the door.”
She remained still, holding onto the knob. “Dante, we talked about keeping this thing we have separate.”
“Baby, lock the door now. I’m going to implode if I don’t touch you.”
Her doe-brown eyes widened slightly but she flipped the switch, locking them inside.
Fast as lightning, he had her flat against the door. He braced both arms on either side of her head. “I know what I said, but I can’t forget the taste of you. The memory haunts me every single night and I don’t intend to masturbate again without a new memory to go by.”
He kissed her and, sweet as honey, she kissed him back, her tongue diving between his lips. Something deep and primal demanded him to take charge. She was so fucking passionate in his arms.
He stepped back. “Take off your panties and pull up your skirt.” He couldn’t take his greedy eyes from her as she shed her panties. “Bend over my desk.” His cock was about ready to explode from his pants. “Place your hands behind your back and your chest on the blotter.”
Removing his tie, he walked behind her. He looped the tie around one of her wrists and followed with the second, locking it to the other one. Her plump ass beckoned him and he sank to his knees. He opened his mouth and bit her ample behind before licking it to ease the sting. Grabbing her cheeks, he tongued her tight hole.
She squirmed and cried out and his mouth watered. He slipped down and tasted her outer labia, moistening her folds as he explored her pink flesh. She was ripe and already slick with her own juices.
“Fuck, you’re wet.”
“I’m always wet. From the moment I step into work until I leave, I’m wet and ready.”
Two fingers entered her pussy and her slick passage gripped him as he pushed forward, stroking, thrusting, wanting more. He added a third finger, screwing them in a circular motion as his mouth returned back to her tight little anus.
With his free han
d, he slapped her ass. The loud smack echoed in the room and drew a moan from them both. He smoothed over the now red area before slapping her a little lower. Sprinkling slaps along her ass, he moved faster, taking her to the brink of climax.
“Dear God. Dante, I’m going to come.”
Hearing those words, he stopped everything.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked, stomping her foot.
He stood, ripped open his pants and shoved his heavy cock directly into her waiting pussy. He gently wrapped his hand around her throat. “I’ve told you before, baby, you need to ask before you come.” He nipped her ear. “Now push back and ride my cock.”
She pushed her hips back, gyrating on him. He ground his dick into her; grabbing her hips, he took over and pummeled her. He had waited too long to touch her and quickly lost control as he took her again and again. She mewed and moaned with every thrust—the harder Dante pumped, the louder she became. He pulled her head back and kissed her deeply as he released her hip and circled her clit with two fingers.
She was close and he forced himself to hold on, wanting her to come with him.
“I can’t wait, baby. Are you ready to come?” he whispered against her lips.
“Yes, Dante, please let me come,” she cried into his mouth.
“Come,” he ordered, taking her mouth as she let go and taking her scream into himself. He pushed twice more and flooded her with his seed.
Dante was pretty sure a hurricane had left a path of destruction in his life and the name of that hurricane was Penny Lane.
* * * * *
Penny rang the bell to Dante’s home. She was originally going to cook dinner for both men at her place, but he’d called that morning to say he wanted them at his house.
The door swung open and she sucked in a breath. Dante had answered dressed in a worn pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. She’d never seen him in casual clothing before and he looked good enough to eat.
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