KeytoExcess

by Christie Butler

  Needing his mouth, she whimpered. “Eat me, Peter.”

  “What’s that, baby?” His thumb rubbed at her clit.

  “Eat me,” she said louder, pushing her hips back at him again. His fingers felt great but she wanted his mouth on her.

  Peter laughed. “Okay, okay.” He spread her ass cheeks wide and licked through her pussy, starting at her clit and up to her ass. With his tongue, he circled her the ultrasensitive tissues of her rear entrance before dipping just slightly into her ass.

  The sensation was amazing. No man had ever done that to her before. She liked it. He repeated the same motion several more times until Annie was nearly out of her mind with the need to come.

  “You’ve got a beautiful ass, Annie. A guy could get ideas.”

  Unable to process what he was saying, Annie gave herself over to the feeling of his mouth on her. She was on fire, ready to burst. He focused his attention on her clit, pushing her higher, up and over. She came with a groan and her orgasm went on and on until she couldn’t take one more second.

  Matt watched Annie with wonder and amazement. She was so beautiful, so sexy, so responsive. Who would’ve thought that little Annie Sloan was such a hot-blooded woman?

  When she’d sucked his cock, his head had nearly come off. Her response to Peter’s expert pussy-eating abilities was nothing short of mind-blowing—so gorgeous in her ecstasy. Just thinking about it had his cock getting harder. It had been a long time since he’d had such an intense response to a woman. Maybe he never had.

  “You’re amazing, Annie.” Matt leaned forward and kissed her.

  “This is really sweet,” Peter said. “But I could pound nails with my dick right now and I could use some relief.”

  Matt broke off the kiss, seeing amusement in Annie’s eyes. Amusement and desire. “Come here.” He sat back against the couch and pulled Annie into his arms, her back to his chest. She looked back at him, her lips tantalizingly close. He couldn’t resist, kissed her again, lazily exploring her mouth. Her breasts swelled in his palms, her nipples tight and responsive. Matt stroked the creamy flesh of her belly and clasped her thighs, spreading them wide.

  Annie groaned into his mouth and he felt her need course through his body. His cock stiffened against her back. Matt could hear Peter moving closer. “Ready, Annie?”

  Her eyes shone with desire. “Mmm-hmm.”

  Peter knelt between her thighs, his latex-covered cock jutting forward. Matt loved that Annie held his gaze even as Peter inched inside her. She fought to keep her lids from dropping closed as Peter’s dick nestled deep. “Kiss me again,” she demanded.

  “Happily.” Cradling her head in the crook of his shoulder, Matt covered her mouth with his, holding her steady as Peter fucked her. His thrusts were uncharacteristically gentle, and somewhere in the back of his mind Matt wondered if maybe Peter did have a little sense of romance.

  “Fuck.” Peter grabbed Annie’s hips and pulled her forward, holding her butt in his hands as he fucked her harder, faster.

  So much for romance. “Take it easy, man,” Matt said.

  Peter snorted out a laugh, thrust even harder. “That what you want, Annie?” His voice was hoarse. “For me to take it easy?”

  Annie glanced at Matt, shook her head. “No, it’s good. Fuck me hard.” Her words came out on staccato breaths. She kept her gaze zeroed in on Matt.

  The feel of her in his arms, the flush of her skin, the gleam in her eyes—heady stuff. She was driving him crazy. And had little Annie Sloan just uttered the words “fuck me hard”? Christ, his dick was now in full salute.

  For fear that he’d break a tooth, Matt kept his lips off hers, but their faces were so close they were exchanging breaths. “You are fucking incredible, Annie,” he whispered.

  She tried to speak, but the only sounds she made were groans and gasps. Her body was like a furnace, her limbs jerking.

  Matt could feel the exact second she started to come, absolutely fell apart in his arms. It was something he wanted to experience over and again. He held her as her orgasm went on and on, until at last she gentled in his embrace. Matt stroked her cheek as Peter came violently with grunts and shouts.

  “Damn, you’ve got a sweet pussy.” Peter pulled out and patted her mound before strolling to the bathroom, whistling on his way.

  Annie giggled, wrapping her arms around Matt’s neck. He scooped his arm under her legs and pulled her into his lap, pressing his forehead against hers. “You okay, Annie?”

  “Mmm. Like I’ve been riding a jackhammer.”

  Shit. “I’m sorry. Peter’s not exactly gentle. He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Matt tucked her hair behind her ears.

  “He didn’t hurt me.” She smiled lazily. “I liked it. Obviously.”

  Matt grinned back. “You’re so hot when you come.” He took her at her word, happy that Annie was enjoying their ménage. Peter’s aggressive approach to sex didn’t jibe with his own. Matt wasn’t averse to a little rough sex on occasion, but it wasn’t his preference.

  For some reason, Matt was more bothered by Peter’s fervor today. Huh. He and Annie were friends first, and now he knew they could burn up the sheets together. It was the perfect package.

  “What are you thinking?” Annie’s voice was soft.

  “Are you kidding me? I’m incapable of thought right now.” He kissed her gently, licking her lips, delighted when she eagerly kissed him back. He wanted to stay like this forever, holding her, tasting her, fucking her. His cock was rock hard and he was desperate to have her again.

  “Water?” Peter stood over them with two bottles of water.

  “Thanks.” Matt took one and guzzled down half before handing it to Annie. He was unable to take his eyes off her, even as she did something as simple as drinking water. She pushed up to sit and Matt said, “Easy.” He protected his cock and balls from her pointy elbows and heels.

  Watching them, Peter stroked his cock. “Sweet. Looks like Mattie’s ready for round two. I’d better catch up.”

  “Oh Lord.” Annie eyed them both with trepidation. “I’m not sure I can take any more.”

  “Sure you can.” Peter waggled his brows at her, jacking off all the while.

  “It’s okay, Annie,” Matt said. “You don’t have to if you don’t—”

  “No, it’s fine,” she said. “I mean, I’m sure I’ll be all right.”

  Matt exchanged a look with Peter and they both burst out laughing. He looked at Annie. “We want you more than all right, baby.”

  Exasperated, Annie glanced back and forth between them. “I didn’t mean…I mean…” Smiling, she stood and reached over her head to stretch, arching her back.

  His dick growing impossibly harder, Matt groaned at the beautiful sight of the long-limbed redhead in all her naked glory on display just for him. Well, them.

  At last she held out her hands to both men in invitation. “Why don’t we go get more comfortable?” She pivoted on the ball of her foot and slowly walked down the hall to Matt’s bedroom.

  Matt ogled her sweet round ass as she walked away. She was ready for more? Okay. He was up for it. Literally. Apparently, so was Peter. Damn.

  For the first time since the two men had started sharing women Matt was thinking that maybe he wanted her only for himself.

  Annie was positively buzzing, every nerve ending firing. She felt as if she were a queen being serviced by two of her particularly sexy royal subjects. Now that this was really happening she was aching for more. Whereas Matt had been sweet and caring, Peter was a bulldozer—an unaffected fucking machine. So different, they both thrilled her, made her come.

  But it was Matt she yearned for. He’d seemed concerned about her, worried that Peter had hurt her. When she’d come while Peter was fucking her it had just as much to do with Matt if not more. He’d held her tenderly, kissed her. She’d barely even looked at Peter all the time his cock was inside her.

  Oh well. If this was what Matt wanted she’d go along. Anything to
be with him again.

  She was sitting on the end of the bed when the men joined her. Peter came in first, followed by Matt. Her breath caught at the sight of two very erect cocks. Yum.

  Peter held out a hand to her. He pulled her up and immediately bent to put his mouth on her breast, his tongue swirling, teeth scraping her sensitive nipple. Annie clasped his head, seeking a kiss.

  “No.” Peter turned her around to face Matt, briefly nipping at the soft flesh of her neck.

  Hmm. So Peter doesn’t do kisses. Annie was happy to “settle” for Matt’s luscious lips. She kissed him, licking his mouth open. He let her explore, settling his hands on her hips. Behind her Peter was biting his way down her spine.

  Matt yanked her against him, crushing her breasts on his finely muscled chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he took control of the kiss. Surrounded by hard male flesh, she was lost. Her heart pounded and the room felt as if the air had been sucked out.

  Peter spread her ass cheeks wide and ran his tongue down the seam, circling the sensitive nerve endings of her back entrance. He thrust two fingers inside her wet pussy, quickly pulling them out and using them to invade her ass.

  She gasped, nearly sucking Matt’s air from his lungs. Did Peter plan to fuck her in the ass? Why did that thought make her pussy drip with cream?

  “You like that, Annie?” Peter’s voice was strained but steely. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

  Annie could only groan in response. But it does feel good. She squirmed against Matt while Peter continued his assault on her backside.

  “Okay, okay,” Matt said.

  Peter slowly withdrew his fingers and stood behind her. “Matt, why don’t you lie on the bed so Annie can ride you?”

  Matt shot Peter a look but complied, pulling Annie with him as he sat. He dropped to his back, his legs dangling over the end of the bed.

  Peter handed Annie a condom. “Cover him,” he ordered while he opened a condom for himself.

  With shaky hands, Annie was able to sheathe Matt’s beautiful cock in latex, holding his gaze the whole time. Matt smiled at her as she moved over him. “Take my cock in that tight pussy, Annie. Ride me.”

  Annie grasped his cock, guided it inside her. Slowly she sat, grinding her hips until he was buried to the hilt. Matt was bigger than Peter and she could feel him deep in her belly. She didn’t think anything could ever feel this good.

  Chapter Four

  Annie could hear Peter moving around the room, but all she saw was Matt. His blue eyes were dark and focused right on her as she posed for him, ran her fingers through her hair, arched her back. She circled her hips, his cock massaging the sensitive walls of her pussy.

  “So beautiful.” Matt grasped her hips, thrusting his pelvis gently.

  “You are.” She smiled, folding her body over him, her nipples grazing the smooth flesh of his chest. Their gazes locked as they moved together in perfect synchronicity—as if they’d been doing it all their lives. It was…magic.

  “Kiss me,” Matt whispered.

  Annie happily obeyed, touching her lips to his. I could die right now. The man of her dreams was asking her to kiss him, was buried deep inside her. All was right in her world.

  Interlacing their fingers, she rocked forward and back on his cock. “You feel so huge inside me,” she whispered. “I love how your cock fills me up.”

  Matt pumped his hips hard and she gasped. “Like that, Annie? You like how I fill your tight, juicy cunt?”

  Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head. “Yes. I love it.”

  Freeing his hands, Matt grabbed her ass and held her still. He thrust up into her, pumping like mad. Fast. Hard.

  Annie steadied herself, groaning in higher pitch with every drive of his cock. He was driving her crazy, mercilessly impaling her with his cock, the sound of their flesh slapping together naughty and erotic. She burned with need, ready to take anything he had to give to her.

  A caress on her back. Peter. “Fuck, dude. Let me get in there.”

  Annie gasped as Peter rubbed a dollop of lube around her ass. She knew it was coming, but not while Matt’s huge cock occupied her pussy. Can I do this? She was both anxious about it and desperate for it.

  Recognizing her ambivalence, Matt said, “It’s okay, Annie. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

  The look on Matt’s face told her that it was okay to shut this down but that he really wanted it to happen. She decided then and there. “It’s fine.”

  Behind her, Peter pulled her butt cheeks wide and his stiff cock probed at her back entrance. She braced herself as he pushed just the tip inside her. It hurt. And it was amazing. Her eyes watered and she held her breath.

  “No, no,” Matt said. “Stop, dude. You’re hurting her.”

  “Ya think?” Peter snorted. “I’m trying to fuck her ass while your massive tool is buried in her cunt. She’ll get used to it. Then she won’t be able to get enough.”

  Annie found that she was incredibly turned-on by the men discussing her as if she were a project they were working on. Peter moved in another inch. “Ah! Oh!”

  “Okay, stop,” Matt protested. Still, he didn’t move, didn’t try to pull her off him.

  “That what you want, Annie?” Peter’s voice was thin, edgy. “You want me to stop?”

  She shook her head. “No. Let’s do this. When am I ever going to have the opportunity to do this again?” Besides, she was desperate to come, to be filled with two delicious cocks.

  Peter laughed out loud. “Darlin’, we can do this any time you want.”

  Laughing with him, Annie relaxed, allowing Peter to forge ahead until he was nearly buried deep. “Oh God!” She squeezed her eyes shut, reveling in the feel of Matt filling her pussy while Peter took her ass. It was amazing.

  “Fuck her now.” Peter held her hips still, his cock to the hilt in her ass. “Fuck her hard, like you were just doing.”

  “Annie, look at me.”

  She opened her eyes to look at Matt, who seemed to be on the verge of losing control. “It’s okay, Matt. Fuck me,” she begged. “Fuck me hard.”

  With a growl Matt started in on her, pumping hard and fast. Bells were ringing in her ears, fireworks went off behind her eyelids, her palms itched, the soles of her feet burned. Her pussy was dripping wet for Matt.

  “That’s right,” Peter said. “Fuck her good and hard.”

  Annie was moaning, tension spiraling up in her body. “God, that’s good.” She was close. So close.

  “Okay, stop,” Peter said.

  “What?” Annie cried as Matt drove deep and stilled.

  Peter merely laughed, holding her down on Matt’s cock. “My turn, Annie.” He slowly pulled out and then plunged in again. “You’ve got a beautiful ass. And damn if I don’t love to give a good ass fucking.”

  He moved faster, in and out. Annie gasped, rolling her head back and forth as she felt every square millimeter of her ass being stimulated by Peter’s cock. Then he spanked her hard, causing her to shout.

  It was a good shout though. She looked at Matt, let him know she was okay. Peter moved faster, fucked harder, now and then smacking the flesh of her ass. Pain and pleasure. Pleasure and pain. She’d never understood it before. Until now.

  “Damn, your ass is so tight, Annie. I’m gonna come.” Peter grunted, groaned. “Here it is. I’m gonna come in your ass.” He pushed deep, grinding her hips on him as he let loose, his cock rippling in her ass. “Fuck,” he growled. “Okay, Mattie. Make her come.”

  Peter kept his cock buried in her ass, narrating while Matt started fucking her pussy. “Damn, girl, you like that?” He spanked one ass cheek, then the other. “Mattie can fuck, can’t he?”

  Oh yeah. Waves of ecstasy rolled through her as the tension in her belly built and built. She struggled to breathe.

  “Yeah, he can fuck, all right. Got that big dick that all you women love, right? I bet you like that big dick in your tight little cunt. Damn, your cunt�
�s almost as tight as your ass. Maybe later Mattie should take a turn in your ass. He’d probably tear you open.”

  God. Her juices gushed over Matt’s cock. He would tear me open.

  “You gonna come, Annie?” Peter chattering again. “You gonna come on Mattie’s big horse dick?”

  She nodded, desperate to do just that.

  Peter spanked her again. “Damn, your ass is so pretty, bright red. Say it, Annie. Tell Mattie what you want to do.”

  “I want…to come…on your cock.” She whimpered with need, climbing ever higher until she could take no more, spilling over. She cried out with her response. Beneath her she felt Matt join her in orgasm.

  He grunted, his hips pulsing, emptying into her pussy. Both men held her, grinding into her, on her, drawing it out until they were completely spent.

  * * * * *

  Annie woke to light streaming in through the window. She was deliciously sore and memories of the previous night flooded her mind. A giggle erupted in her belly and she successfully squelched it. I’m a sex maniac.

  Moved by the need to pee, she carefully sat up, finding that Matt was the only one in bed with her. He looked peaceful and content, sexy as hell. She watched him for as long as her bladder would allow, then slid out of bed.

  In the bathroom, she quickly relieved herself. Despite the short night, the woman in the mirror looked well rested and well satisfied. Her skin seemed to glow, her blue-green eyes sparkling.

  Annie hugged herself. I spent the night with Matt Howard! She wanted to jump up and down with glee. She wanted more. Before leaving the bathroom, she squeezed out a dab of toothpaste and used her finger to run it over her teeth, then she rinsed out her mouth.

  Back in the bedroom, she crept into bed and slowly slid closer to Matt. In a flash, he rolled over and pulled her under him. Annie squealed with delight. He studied her for a few moments, smiled, kissed her.

  “You taste like my toothpaste.” He brushed his thumb over her cheek.

  “Sorry. I cheated. Morning breath and all.” She kissed him back.