Wicked Tales Anthology

by Brandy Slaven

  “No shit,” I growl into the darkness. “I’m fucking scared.”

  “Mmm… excited, I think.” He leans closer, his face brushing against my neck, breathing in deeply. “Not much difference between the two…”

  “To your depraved mind, maybe,” I say, but it comes out with less irritation that I intended. I can’t think straight, not when his hands are on me and his beard is tickling me in that sensual way I love.

  “Let me show you,” he says, and the huskiness in his voice makes my heart race for entirely different reasons.

  His lips make contact with mine, firm but gentle, and I kiss him back tentatively, because every nerve in my body is on high alert right now. He’s uncharacteristically patient, kissing me slowly, his tongue running against my lips teasingly until I’m reaching for more.

  In the darkness, Gunner closes the distance between us, his chest against my back and his big, strong hands smoothing down my thin nightgown, caressing every curve. Jax’s body follows his lips, settling up against mine, and yes — the fear in my body is switching gears, the adrenaline shooting through me turning into a heightened state of arousal.

  I run my hands up his shoulders and around his neck, holding on for dear life as his kisses become more demanding and Gunner leans against me. Pressed between their two strong bodies, all the thoughts of the haunted house are shoved out of my mind.

  Gunner reaches down and lifts my dress, bunching it in his fists as it rises up my legs, but Jax places a firm on his arm.

  “Always so impatient. You need to learn to warm a lady up, my friend.”

  “Oh, I’m pretty damn hot,” I admit.

  “And you need to learn not to make a lady wait.” The shit-eating grin in Gunner’s voice is apparent, even in the pitch black.

  I lean back against him, urging him to continue. He runs his hands around to my chest, pulling the cups of my bra down.

  Jax lowers his head and his mouth finds my breasts, sucking my nipples through the thin fabric of my nightgown, his teeth grazing across the sensitive skin, driving my excitement to a new height.

  Behind me, Gunner bends his head, trailing kisses up my neck as he hikes the fabric of my dress until he can get to my panties. He holds the dress there, just at my hips, and one of his palms flattens against my skin, coursing down my stomach to between my legs. His fingers graze over my clit through the delicate material and I let out a moan.

  The response my body has to their touch is electrifying.

  Jax pulls away from me, dropping to his knees in the small storage closet. I twist slightly, turning my face to Gunner. His fingers are still on my clit, making small, firm circles, feeding my desire as our lips come together.

  Gunner’s kisses are deep and hungry, and my eyes roll back as Jax pulls my panties to the side and lowers his mouth to my bare flesh, his tongue blazing a hot trail between my folds.

  Unannounced, Jax thrusts two fingers inside of me. I gasp and buck against him, but Gunner holds me tightly.

  “Oh, fuck,” Jax groans, “you’re so wet.”

  “Yes,” I whisper between Gunner’s passionate kisses. It’s both a confirmation and a plea for more. Between my throbbing clit and the silky slipperiness Jax’s fingers are sliding into, both of my men can feel just how ready I am.

  Gunner slides his free arm under my breasts, holding me up as my legs began to tremble, and Jax’s fingers move inside of me with powerful thrusts while Gunner strokes my clit in just the way that drives me crazy.

  I grab onto both men, my fingers grasping in their hair – something, anything to hold onto, because those talented fingers of theirs are about to make me come.

  They know it, too, and they speed up, working in perfect harmony to bring me to the height of ecstasy. My muscles clench, and the orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, crashing through my body. I break away from Gunner’s lips as I arch my back, crying out in pleasure.

  “Goddamn, I love that sound.” Jax rises from his knees and claims my mouth aggressively, his tongue searching for mine.

  Gunner’s hand slips out from under my nightgown, and a moment later Jax pulls away from our kiss with a groan.

  I smile in the darkness, knowing exactly what Gunner’s up to. I run my hand down his arm, and sure enough, his hand is under Jax’s leather tunic, rubbing his stiff cock through the green material of his tights.

  Hell yes.

  I join his efforts, sliding my palm under Gunner’s hand to cup Jax’s balls, massaging them gently as Gunner continues stroking his shaft. Jax dives in for another kiss, his breath growing fast and heavy as his lips move against mine in the dark.

  Twisting my other arm, I slip it behind me, going for the prize underneath Gunner’s satin tutu. I can’t wait for the hotel room. I want them both right now.

  Just as I wrap my fingers around Gunner’s impressive erection, a loud crash sounds in the distance followed by screaming, and it snaps me back to the reality of where we are. “Oh shit, I think that’s the next group coming through.”

  “Good,” Gunner says, nibbling on my ear, completely unfazed. “They won’t miss us.”

  There’s another scream, this time coming from the hallway right outside our hiding space. Something hard bangs against the door, and we all freeze. More shrieks of fear erupt in all directions, along with the unmistakable sounds of the group desperately yanking on door handles, looking for an escape.

  “Shit. Time to go,” Jax says with a snarl, pulling away from us.

  “They’ll be gone soon,” Gunner protests. “Let’s just wait.”

  “No,” Jax says. “Not here. Not for what I have in mind.”

  “Oh yeah? That better be a fucking promise, if I’m going to reign it in right now.” Gunner’s deep voice is heavy with desire.

  Jax huffs, amused. “Just get ready, big guy. You’ll see.”

  I hear the rustle of him straightening his clothes and behind me, Gunner fluffs the fabric of his tutu, trying to cover his erection.

  Dammit.

  Reluctantly, I run my fingers through my hair and smooth my nightgown down. Things were just getting started, and I’m aching to have them both inside me now, not in a few hours. But Jax is right – despite Gunner’s proclivities for public sex, getting busted in a haunted house by a group of terrified teenagers isn’t really on my bucket list.

  On the other hand, making our way through the rest of this all-too-real Halloween horror show isn’t appealing, either – my mind is on a totally different type of thrill.

  “Ready?” Jax asks before opening the door and peeking down the hall. “The other group just moved on to the next section. We’re clear.”

  “Do you really want to finish this haunted house?” I ask.

  “No,” Jax says, glancing over his shoulder at us. “I want to get back to the hotel so I can fuck you both.” The sliver of light pouring in from the open door highlights the hunger in his expression as he runs his eyes over us.

  I purse my lips with delighted surprise, both eyebrows raised. “Well, then, alright. I’m down for that plan.”

  “Hell, yeah,” Gunner nods emphatically, a hand still under his tutu, trying unsuccessfully to keep his cock from tenting the fabric. “Someone needs to tame this beast.”

  I bite my bottom lip as I take a long look, my pussy clenching at the sight. “I have some ideas.”

  “Keep it in your pants—well, under that skirt for a few more minutes,” Jax says to Gunner as he takes my hand. “Are you ready to run? Right back to the elevators?”

  “Definitely,” I confirm, and it’s not just because I don’t want to fumble my way through the rest of the haunted house with my eyes shut and my heart in my throat.

  He leads the way, and together we make a beeline for the elevator, retracing our steps as fast as we can. We’re out of the hallways and back into the wide cubicle space in no time.

  Workers are to one side of the room, restacking a toppled pile of debris. They pause their activity, staring at the t
hree of us in wonder as we run past. A giddy laugh escapes me as I take in their expressions.

  What a sight we must make — a muscular Tinker Bell, a tattooed Peter Pan, and a curvy Wendy making a dash through bloody entrails.

  We quickly dodge and sidestep our way through the mess, and finally we’re back at the elevators. It’s the entrance, rather than the exit at the other end of the haunted house we should be departing from, but it’s the closest way out of here, so it’ll do just fine for our escape. Gunner jams the button to call an elevator up.

  When the lift arrives, we rush in and Jax hits the L for the lobby. My eyes land on Gunner’s tutu, and I notice his large erection is still there, barely disguised by his costume.

  I turn my hands up in amazement. “How are you still hard after jogging through all that gore?”

  He gives me a grin. “Because you were running just ahead of me, and I kept my eyes on your sexy ass. That little slip of a dress doesn’t hide as much as you think it does.”

  There’s no time to respond before he pulls me to him, crushing me against his chest, his lips warm and urgent as his hands roam across my back, tugging my nightgown up. Jax nestles against me from behind, running his hands down to my ass, squeezing firm handfuls.

  As Gunner kisses me, Jax leans close, whispering dirty words in our ears — detailing exactly what he’s going to do to us when he gets us back to the hotel room.

  The elevator comes to a stop, and we manage to pull apart just barely in time for the doors to open, exposing us to the waiting crowd outside.

  We garner curious looks from every person in line, but we ignore the stares as we bolt out of the elevator and continue on our run. Hand-in-hand, we speed through the lobby and out the doors of the building.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Emma

  We run across the street to our hotel, Gunner receiving joyous honks and catcalls as we go. Sprinting through the lobby and to the wall of gold elevators, we garner the attention of every passerby, eliciting smiles, stares, and laughter. As soon as we’re in the elevator and the button to our floor is jabbed, both men have me backed against the sleek mahogany-paneled wall.

  Gunner goes straight for my neck while Jax’s lips meet mine. I wind my arms around their shoulders, pulling them into me. They respond, pressing their hard bodies against mine, capturing me in place, their hands roaming everywhere.

  The bell of the doors opening sounds a moment later and Jax takes my hand, rushing us from the lift. Our room is only a few doors down the hall, and Gunner already has the keycard out when we reach it.

  We practically fall into the room, full of desire and happiness, and I stumble backward, but Jax grabs me and hauls me into his strong arms. I wrap my legs around him when he lifts me, my nightgown hiking up around my hips, and his lips crash against mine as he backs me into the luxury suite.

  Gunner lets the door fall shut behind us with a loud click and he sheds his fairy wings before joining us, pressing his big chest to Jax’s back. His hands wrap around Jax’s body, his palms coursing down his friend’s chest and further south to his belt.

  Jax releases his grip on me and lowers me gently, my feet sinking into the plush carpet. Gunner unlatches the clasp of Jax’s belt, letting it drop to the floor, then runs his hands up Jax’s torso, taking the leather tunic with him.

  After Gunner pulls the tunic over Jax’s head, I move my lips to his bare chest. I love the smell of his warm skin. Leather and whiskey. I kiss a trail between his pecs and down the center of his abdomen.

  I need to go lower. I pull my man into the room and spin with him, giving him a push so he falls willingly onto the large, overstuffed chair in the sitting area of the suite.

  Those green tights of his are straining to contain his erection, and it’s time to get them off. I take hold of the waistband and pull down while Jax lifts his ass, allowing me to strip him bare. I unlace his boots and toss them aside then finish pulling the stretchy material off his legs.

  Gunner is right beside us, a hand already sliding up Jax’s naked thigh, aiming for the stiff erection between his legs that I’ve just set free, but I have other ideas. I know what really gets my big man off like nothing else.

  I block his hand and shake my head. “No.”

  “What?” He glances up at me in surprise.

  I give him a devilish look and drape Jax’s leggings over his shoulder. “You’re just watching right now.” I nod at the empty loveseat beside us.

  His eyes narrow in protest, challenging me, and he slips a hand under my dress, sneaking his way up my thigh, but I slap him away.

  “No touching. Go, sit.” I point at the loveseat as Jax watches us with a mixture of amusement and desire. He’s the one who introduced me to this side of Gunner, and now I’m addicted to it.

  Gunner gets that look I love so much – a delicious combination of lust and anticipation – and this time he doesn’t deny me. He retreats a few feet away and sits as he was told, the erection he’s sporting barely contained under the satin and mesh skirt of his fairy costume.

  This is our second-favorite game, right after indulging in his fetish for exhibitionism. He’ll swear all day he hates being forbidden from joining in, but the truth is that man loves to be a voyeur. And knowing he’s watching… it just drives me on.

  Jax leans back and hooks one knee over the arm of the chair, giving me room to settle between his legs. Gunner pulls his friend’s tights off his shoulder and twists them into a knot as I lower to my knees, my hands grazing up Jax’s thighs until I can wrap my fingers around his hard cock.

  My hunger for these men has me wound tight. I lower my mouth to the head of his shaft and lick, eliciting a low grunt from Jax. His hips thrust up in anticipation, bringing the tip of his cock to the space between my open lips. I close down on him and suck him into my mouth. His taste is clean and salty, and I move my lips down his erection, taking him further in.

  I can hear Gunner becoming restless, and I dart my eyes to the side. He’s beginning to work the pantyhose off his hips in order to stroke his cock.

  Jax catches the movement and snaps his fingers, a playful but commanding tone in his voice. “Hey! I believe the lady said no touching — that includes yourself.”

  “Dammit.” Gunner reluctantly lets go of the pantyhose, but his angry scowl doesn’t last long. He’s fixated on the sight of me swallowing Jax’s throbbing shaft. We all know he loves the tease, and he, more than any other man I’ve ever known, has the stamina to endure it. He leans forward, his hands resting on his thighs, his breath shallow as he watches.

  I settle my attention back onto the lover in front of me and redouble my efforts. Jax’s fingers are tangling in my hair now, in that way they do when he’s really turned on. He grasps a handful at a time, pulling slow and firm, sending tingles down my spine.

  I move my gaze up his body, watching how his abdomen flexes, tightening as his breathing increases. I love that wild look in his eyes as he watches me devour his cock. I love the way his jaw tenses and how he bares his teeth when I trail my tongue against his most sensitive spots. He tugs at my hair to guide me back down his length, and I moan for him, letting him know just how much I love sucking him off.

  Jax’s hips elevate, pushing himself further into my mouth. He knows exactly how much I can take, and when he hits that threshold he exhales, his taut stomach relaxing as his hips drop and his cock withdraws. I suck hard with only his cockhead in my mouth, swirling my tongue against him, and I’m rewarded with a deep groan. Then his fingers are coursing through my hair and his hips are lifting again.

  “Goddammit, guys.” The look on Gunner’s face is bordering on desperation. He’s almost ready. Almost.

  “Like the view?” Jax brushes my hair to the side, giving Gunner an unfettered glimpse as I swallow his cock as far as I can.

  Gunner sucks in a long breath, his body tensing as he watches. “You’re so fucking, goddamn hot. Both of you.”

  Jax gives him a cocky smile,
the kind that drives Gunner wild, and turns back to me as I run my tongue down the length of his shaft. His top lip curls in a snarl of pleasure. I move a hand from the base of his cock to cup his balls, gently rolling and stroking them with my fingers.

  “Come on, let me in on this,” Gunner pleads, desperation in his voice.

  “Not yet,” Jax tells him. I swear, he enjoys the tease as much as Gunner.

  I moan as Jax’s cock enters my mouth again, his length velvety smooth and hot between my lips. He thrusts in and out, groaning his excitement with every thrust and suck.

  “Fuck, I’m really close,” he warns me with a breathy snarl.

  I moan my approval, wanting him to climax for me, but Jax tugs on my hair and pulls me away, withdrawing his shaft from between my lips.

  He sits forward and kisses me, his hands on either side of my face. “I love these lips, but I want the rest of you, too.”

  Gunner grunts in astonishment. “Seriously? You’re not even going to finish? No goddamn way I’d be able to stop in the middle of having my cock sucked like that.”

  He rubs his palms against his thighs, his whole body bristling with energy as he tries to resist stroking himself. The strength of his impressive erection has the pantyhose stretched so far, I’m expecting it to rip any second.

  My bearded biker raises an eyebrow at me, and it’s paired with that wicked smile of his. I know exactly what Jax is thinking, and I nod my approval, a shiver of anticipation running through me.

  I drink in every movement of his naked form as he stands and makes his way to Gunner… the taut muscles of his back that narrow to his waist, and that fucking gloriously tight ass. The big guy’s eyes are fixated on him, too, nearly holding his breath as he watches Jax approach.

  Jax slowly leans down and grabs the tight fabric at Gunner’s chest, pulling him forward, and the two men close the space between them.

  The kiss is nothing like what they save for me. It is hard, fierce, and full of aggressive masculine energy. Gunner grabs hold of Jax’s arms, and their muscles flex as they dive into the kiss, both of them full of pent-up energy and desire.