“Like having your toes sucked do you, darlin’? Let me see if I can top that.”
Oh God, did they plan to use her in some egotistical competition to see who could get her more aroused? Her breath hitched at the thought and an unbidden smile crept onto her face.
Chapter 43
Michael rolled up his sleeves. He was tempted to pinch himself. When Sam had suggested the threesome he felt sure somewhere along the way the poor git had taken a bump to the head. His explanation that “it was what Maggie wanted that mattered” was good enough. Although he had a horrible feeling he would live to regret agreeing to take part, he was powerless to do otherwise. Ever since he’d seen Maggie at her da’s birthday party a few weeks ago she’d become an unhealthy obsession. He should never have let Sian drag him along as a date to piss off her mother and to hide her newfound love for the ladies. Since that day, Maggie had gone from sweet younger sister of an ex-girlfriend to a hot passionate woman that he needed to know, in the biblical sense. His heart thumped and he took a deep breath. Maybe more than just know. He pushed the thought aside. This was just sex.
Meg moaned and he shifted his focus down her body, admiring what wasn’t hidden from view. Sam made eye contact with him and grinned. Maggie’s left leg was draped over the edge of the bath. The bastard was up to his elbows in the water. The bubbles concealed what he was doing, but from the ripples he was creating Maggie was getting more than a wash. Michael’s cock stiffened and he bit back a curse. He wanted her. More than that, he wanted to see Sam finger-fucking her. The man was teasing the both of them.
He leaned forward and took her mouth in a long luscious kiss. Her wet hand fisted in his hair, almost dragging him into the tub. She kissed with a ferocity that left him in no doubt Sam had her hanging by a thread. She was one hell of a woman. One hell of a woman he’d barely touched yet, but he had some seduction techniques of his own to try out.
Michael cupped her face and broke the kiss before brushing a thumb over her swollen lips. His focus held hers as he slipped his hand down her body. Taking care to be gentle, his fingers barely touched her skin and skimmed a hard nipple. He grinned when she arched her back, seeking more.
He buried his hand in her hair, lifting her forward and supporting her as his mouth clamped down on her left breast. He suckled the skin around her nipple, and she groaned. He pulled back, chuckling when he saw her white-knuckled grasp on the edge of the bath. Her cheeks were flushed red, her breath coming in short pants. There was no way she could hold on forever. He latched onto her nipple and sucked it between his lips, grazing her with his teeth.
Each moan of “God, God, God,” was a little louder than the last.
He groaned against her breast. His cock was so stiff it ached confined inside his tight pants. He needed to release the bugger or risk losing the ability to fuck, and he planned to fuck Maggie until her shouts of “God” morphed to her screaming his name.
“Swap ends.” Sam’s voice broke through his fog of desire.
Michael let her nipple go and lifted his head. Sam was standing next to the bath, and poor Maggie’s leg splashed back under the water as her hands disappeared beneath the bubbles.
Sam grabbed her arms and pinned them to her sides. She mewed with disappointment.
“Bad girl. Your body belongs to me and Mr. Monaghan. No touching without permission.”
“But–”
He grabbed her cheeks and turned her face up toward him. “But what?”
She shook her head. “Nothing … sir.”
“Good girl. Now apologize to Mr. Monaghan. Your pussy is his until I decide otherwise.”
Maggie glanced up at Michael, her cheeks flushed from the warm bath and her own building desire, lips swollen from his kisses, and her nipples hard and erect from his teasing. His heart thudded and he swallowed, not sure he could be cruel enough to refuse her the orgasm she so desperately wanted.
“Sorry, Mr. Monaghan.”
Sam leaned down and kissed her softly. “Good girl.” He looked up at Michael. “Shouldn’t you be getting busy?” Michael moved further down the bath and knelt on the floor. Sam’s voice filled the silence. “How about a wager?”
Michael looked up at Sam poised by the vanity unit with the bottle of champagne and a glass in hand. “What?”
“If you can keep her distracted enough to refuse her favorite ice cream without making her come, I’ll let you have her first orgasm anyway you like. Cock buried inside her, pussy creaming your face, your choice.”
Maggie moaned, and he frowned as her eyes rolled back in her head. This was inhumane.
“Mr. Monaghan.” He looked back at Sam. “The longer we tease the greater her release. She’s not in pain. In fact, the anticipation of orgasm is almost as good as the real thing. Isn’t it, baby?”
She nodded and whispered, “Yes, sir.”
*
Meg chewed her bottom lip. Her focus met Michael’s and she shivered. His mouth on her breast while Sam finger-fucked her had been divine. Nipples aching for more, it took all her willpower not to beg. Sam knelt beside the bath and held the champagne flute to her lips. She swallowed the sweet bubbles, and when some trickled from her lips Sam lapped at her chin before kissing her. Her whole body sparked to life as he teased, nipped and sucked her tongue and lips. The sensation heightened when a warm hand encircled her ankle and tugged her foot from the water. She broke the kiss and lay back with a squeal when the hand moved up her leg to brush her inner thigh.
A wave of embarrassment swept over her. What was she doing letting Michael Monaghan see her most intimate places; even worse, letting him touch her privates with Sam watching on? This was a bad idea. She tried to tug her leg free, soaking the floor in her panic. Sam cupped her face and she stilled. He teased her lips and then stared into her eyes.
“Shh, shh. Lie back and enjoy it. If you really want it to stop just say the word. Do you want us to stop?”
Meg swallowed before looking at Michael and back at Sam. Michael’s hand rested just above her knee. She took a deep breath and shook her head. “No, sir.”
Sam smiled. “Good girl. I have no idea what you’re planning down there, Mr. Monaghan, but Meg would like you to continue.”
She watched Sam get to his feet, but her focus blurred when a finger traced the crease at the top of her thigh. Her pussy clenched and she fisted her hands, wanting more.
“Open up.” She glanced at the spoonful of Chunky Monkey hovering in front of her lips. He must have hunted all over Ireland to buy it for her. She started to open her mouth but her whole body stiffened and she threw her head back and panted when Michael pinched her clit. The pain sent a spiral of desire through her pussy. The room started to fade and she was sure she was going to lose consciousness and drown when he did it again and followed up by slipping a finger just inside her throbbing opening. She wanted to be fucked into oblivion. A warm glow pulsed in her abdomen as her orgasm hovered just out of reach. Michael’s fingers left her pussy and trailed over her mound, just glancing the swollen tip of her clit.
Sam dribbled some ice-cream onto her lips, but when he touched the spoon to her mouth she pulled away. Michael’s foray to map her nether regions had taken a whole new direction. His thumb brushed back and forth over her anus. A finger slipped into her wanton pussy and another rubbed gently at her clit. Her whole body went rigid and the heat inside her became an inferno. She panted to control the tsunami threatening to engulf her. The hand slipped down her leg and her impending orgasm crisis receded.
“Seems you win, Mr. Monaghan. So, your call. Her first orgasm is yours. How do you want her?”
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Sam refilled the champagne flute and then rested his butt against the end of the bed. Now he’d given Michael the opportunity to screw his woman the Irishman seemed at a loss. A chuckle escaped him. Between them they had helped Meg from the bath and rubbed her dry. They had taken their time to tease her swollen nipples with the rough pile of the towel and to remo
ve water from all her important places. While they took care of her body, she drank champagne and stole chocolates from between their lips. Now she stood in the middle of the room waiting for instructions. If he was in Michael’s position he knew exactly what he would do. He’d have her suck him off while he tongue-fucked her until she lay spent and exhausted. After that he would handcuff her to the bed, and then slip inside her hot, wet pussy and screw her until she begged for mercy. However, the choice wasn’t his.
“Have you decided, Mr. Monaghan? She’s going cold.”
“Do you have any suggestions for me? What does she enjoy?”
“No hints. You need to figure her out for yourself.”
Sam passed him the full champagne glass and filled another for himself. Meg’s focus met his and he winked at her. The longer Michael took, the more reasons Meg would come up with to stop the whole event, and as much as it pained him to admit it, he wanted to watch. His dick strained his pants he was so horny just from imagining Michael’s cock buried inside Meg. Not that he would ever admit that to a living soul.
“Meg, bend over for Mr. Monaghan and grasp your ankles.”
She did as Sam commanded. He stood behind her and nudged her legs wider apart. Her pussy was pink and swollen, and despite them having just dried her, she was moist. Unable to resist, he squatted, held her lower lips open and ran his tongue the length of her hot skin, savoring the sweet flavor of her juices mingled with jasmine bath foam. She shivered and shoved her butt back toward him. He glanced up at Michael. “Feeling inspired yet? Or are you not man enough to follow through? All talk and no action.” Sam used his free hand to unzip his fly, tugging his rigid cock free. “Maybe I should show you how it’s done.”
God, now his dick was released from its confines he swore the damn thing had become even more rigid. He was so hard it ached. He would never last until Michael had finished with her. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, and he blew out a slow breath. He ran his hand the length of his stiff shaft a couple of times, wondering if he shouldn’t release the pressure himself. Meg moaned. With her head between her legs she would be able see his rigid shaft and she loved to watch him jack off.
Michael stepped closer. “Well now, if that’s the best you’ve got no wonder the poor lass is needing another man.”
Sam pushed to his feet, his cock still standing proud and erect. “Easy for you to say while you still have your pants zipped up.”
Michael ran a hand over Meg’s butt before slipping his fingers the length of her slit, dipping inside her opening before pulling free.
Sam’s cock bounced in response and Michael chuckled. “It’s only fair I help you both out, Mr. Stephens, before you bust something. How about you both do as I say; that way we all get to enjoy the experience?”
“No touching my dick.”
“I would never dream of touching such a pathetic specimen when I have one of my own that puts yours to shame. Up you get, Maggie. I’ve got work for you to do.”
*
Meg stood upright, struggling to keep her balance. All the blood that had rushed to her head retreated and she felt woozy. Her condition wasn’t improved any when she caught sight of Sam with his fist wrapped around his magnificent cock. Michael would have to be hung like a horse to better Sam. Her insides clenched and it took every ounce of self-control not to grab Sam’s dick and swallow him down.
The sound of a zipper being opened dragged her focus from Sam, and her gaze fell on Michael just in time to see him flick the button of his leather pants open. His cock sprang free as he dropped his trousers to the floor and kicked them aside to join his already discarded shirt. He must have gone commando, his throbbing penis chaffing against the warm leather. She shivered and clamped her legs together as a wave of lust overcame her. Her thighs were moist and she ached to be touched.
She stared at Michael’s dick. She’d seen him naked and erect twice before but she’d never taken notes. The thought made her smile. Her dick diary. Dear diary, Michael’s cock is slightly shorter and thicker than Sam’s but I expect him to be up to the job. He appears to shave everything. His testicles are huge and bald like a baby. God, that is hot. More notes to follow after the dirty deed is done.
Michael stroked her face. “What was the smile for?”
She could feel her face flush. “Nothing.”
Michael glanced at Sam. “Do you want to punish her?”
Sam was in the process of removing his jeans and boxer shorts. “Go ahead.”
Oh God. She should have told him what he wanted to know and called him Mr. Monaghan. What did he plan to do? Would he hurt? She hoped he hurt her, and then she hoped one of them would kiss her all better. She fisted her hands and resisted the temptation to touch herself or either of the gorgeous naked male specimens currently within jacking off distance.
Michael crossed to the bed and lifted the flogger Sam had earlier. He swished it through the air a couple of times before running the leather strips through his fingers.
“Right you are. Hands on the end of the bed, legs apart, and bend over.”
Meg paused for a moment and stared at Michael. “Are you sure you know how to use that?”
“Is it jelly you’re wanting or for me to flog that beautiful arse of yours until it’s pink and you’re so hot you want to beg me to shag you six ways?”
Put like that she was powerless to resist. She hated jelly, and if Michael knew six ways to shag she wanted to experience them all. She crossed to the bed and adopted the position. A warm hand ran the length of her spine and then over her butt. She sighed with disappointment when he didn’t continue any further. The whoosh of the leather sounded and she braced herself. Her body jerked on impact. Michael’s technique was magnificent. The pain sent her spiraling higher and she held her breath waiting for another. Michael wielded the flogger again and again, and she moaned when some of the strands landed on her swollen pussy. Nothing existed beyond the exquisite blend of pain and pleasure. Blood zinged through her body and her legs shook as she teetered close to oblivion.
“Now, Maggie, tell me what the smile was for.”
“I was imagining keeping a dick diary, Mr. Monaghan.”
He chuckled. “Did you hear that, Mr. Stephens? She plans to keep notes. We’d best be up to the job. I would hate to be immortalized as a disappointment. How about yourself?”
“I’ve never been a disappointment.”
“Right you are. Time will tell.”
Michael’s warm hand replaced the flogger, massaging her hot skin with lotion. His lips brushed her neck, and then he kissed his way down her spine. Meg lifted onto her toes in the hope he would bury his face in her hot twat, but the kisses stopped.
A deep chuckle filled the room, and she glanced over her shoulder. Poor Sam was chewing his bottom lip and his cock was dripping with pre-cum. He was fit to bust, and now she had seen him, so was she. She swallowed and looked at Michael. Neither of them could do anything until he said so, but someone had better fuck her and soon or, so help her God, she would jump them both.
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Meg watched. Two naked men stood feet away, discussing how they planned to screw her like this was an everyday occurrence. Her mother would be horrified. Bad enough she slept with Sam without him escorting her down the aisle first, never mind adding another penis to the mix. And of all the penises in the world, why Michael Monaghan’s? How had her dislike and distrust of him turned to this … this … lust? Yeah, lust was the word she could live with. Nothing more than sex. Hot, wet, slippery sex. She closed her eyes as desire crawled her body, sparking an outrageous need to fuck.
“Are you with us, Maggie?”
She opened her eyes and whispered. “Sorry?”
Michael crossed the room and tipped her face up, kissing her long and slow. No longer a bandit, he behaved more like a cat burglar, soft, quiet and ready to pounce when you least expected it. His warm wet tongue drew her own back into his mouth and she grasped his hair to use as a lifeline to k
eep her upright. When he pulled away she blinked up at him, lost for thought never mind words. “No need to apologize but you might like to remember your manners or suffer the consequences. Now, are you ready?”
Oh hell, she’d forgotten to call him Mr. Monaghan, again. She glanced at his cock, which currently rested against her as rigid as the main pole under the big top. God, maybe he wanted a blowjob. She could do a blowjob. However, she refused to get him off. No orgasm for him yet. It was against the rules. She looked for Sam and frowned. Why was he sitting on the bed leaning back against the pillows as if he didn’t have a care in the world? No matter, Sam would never agree to Michael breaking the rules.
She looked back at Michael. “What about the rules, Mr. Monaghan?”
He slowly licked his lips, and then raised an eyebrow. “There was no rule that said I couldn’t eat your pussy.”
He pointed toward the bed. “Up you get, your man can be your pillow.” Heat filled her body at the thought of what she had agreed to. Her body thrummed in anticipation as she tried to ignore the small voice that sounded a lot like her mother nudging her conscience. She was about to let another man tongue-fuck her. This was wrong, wrong, wrong. Sam held out his arms and she crawled onto the bed and into his embrace.
Sam held her tight and she snuggled into his neck as he stroked her hair. “It’s okay, baby. If you don’t want this say the word and we’ll pretend nothing ever happened. No pressure.”
“It’s what you want, though?”
“Oh yeah, fucking with Michael has always been on my bucket list.”
She pushed back and stared at him. “Really?”
Sam’s laughter filled the room. “No, not really.”
“So what are we doing?”
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