Hot Male

by Lillian Grant

  “We’re giving you a good time. I want to see you together. I want him to screw you. I want to share because it’s what you want. This is the next step on your sexual adventure. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll still be here and still love you once this is all over.”

  “Just sex?”

  Sam nodded. “Just sex.”

  “I love you, sir.”

  Sam kissed the end of her nose. “Love you too. Now, Mr. Monaghan is waiting and if I was him I would be getting very impatient.”

  *

  Michael watched Sam and Maggie together. Her trust in him was implicit. Why had he never found that? No matter, he planned to make the most of what had been put on offer.

  “Okay, darlin’, on your back and put your arms around your man’s neck. No moving unless I tell you to.”

  Maggie did as instructed, rolling over to rest her bottom between Sam’s wide-spread thighs. Her arms snaked around his neck, and Sam held her in place with an arm around her middle. His other hand casually plucked her left nipple. He made eye contact with Michael and nodded.

  Michael knelt on the bottom of the bed and crawled toward his prey. Jaysus, she looked beautiful. She looked at him, and he sucked in a breath. He was about to fulfill a fantasy. He’d jacked off while imagining sex with Maggie and now she lay waiting for him. His cock throbbed and he paused to curb his enthusiasm. If he shot his wad before even touching her, Sam would never let him live it down. Not that he expected to see either of them after this. He would move on with his memories and they would have to be enough.

  Maggie’s whisper of, “Mr. Monaghan?” brought him back to the moment.

  “Open your legs.”

  When she was slow to move he grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs wide. Her swollen pussy glistened with moisture. It took all his self-control not to drive his cock deep inside her inviting folds. Hell, he should have jacked off before they started this. He was fit to bust.

  Moving closer, he pushed her legs so she bent at the knees, leaving her wide open to him. He dropped soft kisses up one thigh, only stopping long enough to inhale her sweet scent before moving to caress and kiss the other leg. Her body shivered beneath his touch, and he dipped his mouth to her pussy, giving her a light brush with his tongue, savoring her flavor.

  She moaned and he glanced up. Eyes closed, cheeks flushed, she pressed back against Sam.

  “Mr. Stephens. I think she needs some attention up top to distract her a little more.”

  Sam tugged her nipple with his fingers and then rolled it into a hard peak, making her writhe beneath his hand. She liked to play rough. Michael grinned. Shite, this was going to be amazing.

  Michael slid onto his stomach and ran a finger along the crease at the top of her left thigh before doing the same at the top of her right. When she lifted her hips he chuckled and blew on her wet labia.

  The sound of a slap and a growl of “Put your hands back,” from Sam made him take a deep breath. A soft whimper reached his ears and he paused to try and slow his racing heart. She wanted this as much as he did. He moved to tug her lower lips open and then buried his face in her pussy. His slid his tongue inside her opening and reveled in the way her muscles grabbed at him. Pulling free, he lapped at her clit and then flattened his tongue to massage her harder. When she pushed against his face, he waited for her to still before moving back in. He fought not to push his hips into the mattress and release his seed as she opened up wider to him, inviting him to fuck her. He slipped two fingers inside her as he tugged her clit between his lips, growling when the pulse inside her rippled over his fingers. Jaysus, she was close and so was he.

  With one last lap the length of her delightful pussy, he pulled back. Her body was slick with sweat. When she looked at him it seemed to take her a moment to focus. They both needed a chance to catch their breath or this would be over before they had barely begun. Funny, he could usually screw for at least twenty minutes without a hint of orgasm. Sometimes he even gave up, letting his current conquest go satisfied and sated without ever coming himself. Not today. Today his balls ached just looking at her held in Sam’s arms, legs wide, pussy wet from his mouth and her own desire.

  He climbed closer so his face was level with hers. Her cheeks looked tinged pink and her eyes were closed. She appeared lost in a state of arousal. “Maggie, are you still with us?”

  A soft moan was her only response.

  Sam grasped her nipple and gave her a sharp tweak. “Mr. Monaghan asked you a question.”

  Her eyelids fluttered a couple of times and she finally looked at Michael. “Mr. Monaghan?”

  “I’m gonna need some assistance, darlin’, and you need to change positions if I’m to shag you.”

  Chapter 46

  Meg stared at Michael, not sure what he wanted. He planned to shag her; she got that part. He sat back on his heels and his proud erection left her in no doubt that he wasn’t looking for assistance in the inflation department.

  “Maggie?”

  She realized she was staring at his cock and heat flooded her face. Her focus shifted to his face, which was currently sporting a shit-eating grin. He knew he had her. “Mr. Monaghan?”

  “I need a condom, darlin’.” He nodded toward the bedside cupboard.

  Sam gave her a gentle shove. She slid out of his embrace and crawled to the cupboard, being sure to give the boys as good a view of her nether regions as she could. They had tormented her long enough. It was time for some payback. A low moan from Sam and growl of “shite” from Michael made her giggle.

  Once she had collected a condom from the box she crawled back toward Michael and offered it to him.

  “If you’d be so kind, darlin’.”

  He wanted her to touch his dick. She stared at it and then at Sam. She’d never touched his man bits before. Sam nodded, and she tore the foil packet open.

  Meg stared at the condom in her hand and then at Michael’s erect member.

  Michael moved closer. “Are you needing further instructions?”

  She shook her head, reached out her left hand and curled it around his shaft. It pulsed against her palm, and she swallowed as she imagined it doing the same inside her. Pre-cum beaded the pink head. God, he was so hard, and she was so needy. In one smooth motion she sheathed his dick.

  Michael tipped her face up with his fingers and brushed his lips against hers. She could taste herself and a quiver ran through her abdomen at the memory of his tongue inside her.

  “On all fours, head toward the pillows.”

  She followed his instructions and held her breath as he shuffled between her knees and rested his hands on her back. Her face was in Sam’s crotch and a pang of guilt had her pulling away. “What will sir do?”

  A slap on her butt made her jump and squirm. Michael grasped her around the middle and tugged her into position so his dick was trapped between her arse cheeks. “Did I tell you to move? Mr. Stephens is going to jack off for you. I get the impression you’re a bit of a voyeur like my good self, so keep still and enjoy the show.”

  She watched as Sam ran his hand up and down his dick. Her whole body pulsed with need. He was right, watching Sam pleasuring himself was her favorite pastime, and she’d been missing out lately. His dick was gorgeous, all hard, throbbing, and ready for action. Sam really knew how to masturbate.

  She lifted her head, and he smiled at her. Her response was lost as Michael slipped the head of his cock inside her opening. Her eyes closed and she panted to hold back the combination of pain and pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her. His dick was thick, and she felt each exquisite inch as he edged it deeper. When he was buried to the hilt so his testicles were pressed against her thighs, he stopped.

  “Are you okay, darlin’?”

  She nodded and whispered, “Fine, Mr. Monaghan.”

  “Well then, you won’t mind if I continue while you watch your man. Eyes front and focused.”

  She did as he instructed. As Michael slowly withdrew his dick, Sam sl
ipped his hand up his cock. The sensation of loss was swamped by a flush of heat as Sam ran his fingers over the head of his swollen member. When he held his hand toward her she flicked her tongue over the tips, moaning as the flavor of sex filled her mouth. She wriggled as Michael slid back inside her. Her pussy was ready for his thickness. Her breath hitched as he upped the tempo. Each time Michael slammed into her, Sam pummeled his dick only inches from her face. Her whole body tensed. Pussy twitching, hands aching to touch Sam, and her whole body filled with a fierce need to come, she moaned and writhed.

  A slap on her arse stopped her moving but sent a shudder through her pussy. She panted and held back the orgasm that had almost escaped her control.

  “Suck your man off.”

  She paused.

  Michael slammed his dick into her so hard that her knees left the bed. “Did you not hear me, Maggie?”

  “Oh God, Michael.” She would never be able to hold on if she gave Sam a blowjob.

  Michael chuckled as he leaned over her. His lips teased her neck, and his hand slid around her stomach. “I’m not a god. I’m the man with his cock currently shoved up your pussy. A man who told you to do something. A man who will happily punish you if you continue to disobey. Do you understand me, Maggie?”

  She nodded and then whispered, “Yes, Mr. Monaghan,” before dipping her head and taking Sam’s swollen dick into her mouth.

  *

  Sam sucked air between his teeth when Meg’s lips covered his cock. He fought the desire to lift his hips and fuck her mouth hard. She was so hot. This was so fucking hot. He lifted his head and made eye contact with Michael. The Irishman grinned as he pistoned his hips. Sam shifted his focus left and stared at the reflection in the mirror. His testicles pulled up tight as he watched Michael’s dick disappear inside Meg.

  Meg moaned, and he shivered as the sound vibrated over his aching dick. Michael had one hand resting on the bed and the other wrapped around her middle. He had to be massaging her clit. Sam closed his eyes as the thought of the Irish git flicking her hard bud made his balls ache. She must be so close. Any minute now she would come hard around another man’s penis, and the second she did he would blow his wad. God, he needed release. He needed Michael to give the word. Meg’s mouth slid down his shaft as she deep throated him. She pulled back teasing him with her tongue and teeth before swallowing him again. He grimaced. Holding on was killing him.

  “Over you go, darlin’, and take us with you.” Michael’s voice broke into his fog of desire.

  Meg’s lips clamped down harder on his cock, and he gave up the fight. His balls rocked and his whole body tensed as his orgasm seemed to start at his feet. Cum shot from his dick and he pumped his hips hard into her hot mouth until he was spent. He felt a momentary loss as she pulled her mouth away. Lost in an after orgasm glow he fought to focus, turning his head to the mirror in time to see Meg shove back hard to meet Michael thrust for thrust. A low moan filled the room and she convulsed as the words, “Fuck, Michael,” seemed to be ripped from her throat.

  The Irishman appeared to take the words as a command and slammed his body harder into Meg, yelling something incomprehensible. Sam’s dick stirred back to life and he hoped to God Michael hadn’t worn her out just yet as they both collapsed on top of him.

  Chapter 47

  Michael rolled to the side, removed the used condom and wrapped it in a tissue on the bedside table before staring up at the ceiling. God, that had been fucking amazing. Maggie was lush, and knowing his actions were heating Sam’s blood had made it intense. He rested on his elbow and kissed the middle of Maggie’s back. “Thank you, darlin’. You were wonderful.”

  Still lying on top of Sam, she stirred and turned her face toward him. “You’re welcome, Mr. Monaghan. You weren’t so bad yourself.” Her smile made him chuckle. She was a temptress. God, his blood was still boiling. He hadn’t had his fill of Maggie Riley.

  “Well, if you’ve a mind to continue?”

  She frowned and turned her head to look down at the man currently trapped beneath her. “Sam?”

  “What?”

  “Mr. Monaghan wants to know if I’ve a mind to continue.”

  Sam’s hand trailed down her back. “And do you?”

  “Do you?”

  Michael grinned when Sam lifted his hips and ground against her. The bugger must have another erection. Not that he could talk. His dick was straining for action.

  Sam whispered, “What do you think?”

  Michael sat up. “I believe this one is yours, Mr. Stephens.”

  “Meg, baby. Off you get.”

  She climbed off Sam and lay face down on the bed mewing like a happy kitten. Michael chuckled. She was cute and sexy. He wanted to pull her into his arms and cuddle her until she got her breath back.

  Sam scooted to the bottom of the bed, and Michael had to admit the view of Sam’s bare arse and pendulous testicles was nowhere near as fetching as the view of Maggie’s lush butt and swollen pussy.

  When Sam turned, holding the handcuffs, Michael wondered what he had in mind. “Would you do the honors, Mr. Monaghan?”

  Michael took the cuffs. “What do you have in mind?”

  “Handcuff her to the bedhead so she is face up, and then pass me some pillows and I’ll show you.”

  Michael patted Maggie’s bottom. “Turn over, darlin’. Your man has plans for you.”

  She complied, rolling over and flopping her hands above her head. He closed the cuff around her left wrist, passed the chain through the slats of the bedhead and then fastened the other cuff around her right wrist. “Not too tight?”

  She shook her head and he smiled. Unable to resist, he dipped his head and kissed her. When he flicked his tongue against her lips she opened to him and he deepened the kiss. She tasted of spunk but it didn’t disgust him even though he knew it wasn’t his. Truth be told, his dick was dancing at the thought that her mouth had been another man’s pleasure. He wanted that. He wanted her to go down on him, but alas, his fate was in Sam’s hands.

  “Mr. Monaghan?”

  Michael broke the kiss and glanced over his shoulder. Sam was kneeling at the foot of the bed, erect and sheathed. Apparently he planned to shag her, but where did that leave Michael? Up shit creek with a stonking hard-on if Sam had no plans to include him in the action.

  “If you’ve finished with the kissing, I’d like some pillows, please.”

  Michael tossed him three pillows and sat back on his heels. His dick throbbed, and he knew no matter what Sam had in mind, he would be getting off one way or another.

  Sam lifted Maggie and slipped the pillows under her butt. Now her pussy was at the right height for Sam to screw her. He watched as Sam grabbed her ankles and bent her legs up then pushed them apart.

  “You’ll be shagging her, then?”

  Sam glanced at him. “That was the plan.”

  “And me?”

  “You think we could fit two cocks inside her?”

  Maggie tried to close her legs and lifted her head. “No.”

  Sam held her legs wide. “It was a rhetorical question, but I think the word you were looking for was jelly.”

  “Jelly, sir.”

  Michael chuckled; amused by the fact neither Sam nor Maggie wanted the men to get that close to each other, but no doubt for different reasons.

  “You got any ideas, Mr. Monaghan?”

  “Aye. You go on and I’ll work something out.”

  Sam shrugged. “Your call.”

  Michael watched as Sam positioned himself by her entrance and then eased himself inside. Shite, that was hot. He’d been a witness to them having sex before but not this close and not from this angle. His dick hardened as Sam pulled out and slipped back in.

  “You planning to watch, Mr. Monaghan?”

  Michael shook his head. Now he was this close he wanted to get even closer. He moved to straddle Maggie’s body, placing one hand next to her hip to steady himself. He slipped the other between her wide
spread thighs and teased her hard bud. She moaned and he blew on her wet pussy as Sam pulled out.

  “What are you doing?”

  Michael glanced up at him. “I’ve a mind to suck her clit.”

  “What? While I’m inside her?”

  “Unless you have plans to stop shagging her.”

  “Just don’t get any funny ideas about licking my cock.”

  Michael laughed. “If I get the urge you’ll be the first to know.”

  Careful to keep his distance, he eased back down and ran the tip of his tongue over her nub. He could feel it throbbing. She moaned, and he licked her again. Keeping in time with Sam’s dick pounding into her, he massaged her until she was shaking beneath him.

  His dick was so hard it ached. He wanted to jack off but he needed one hand to hold her lower lips open and the other to support his weight.

  He lifted his head. “Maggie?”

  She sighed. “What?”

  “Will you blow me?”

  Her tongue laved the underside of his cock. He had his answer. Taking his hand from her pussy, he looked back between his legs, grasped his swollen shaft and eased it into her open mouth. It took all his self control not to spill his seed when her lips closed just under the head of his dick. He pumped his hips, testing how far she would let him go, and groaned when she swallowed the whole length of him. He settled into a steady rhythm, drowning in the feel of her tongue and teeth.

  “Mr. Monaghan.”

  He paused and looked up at Sam. “What? You got a problem with her sucking me off?”

  Sam grinned. “No, but I do think she would appreciate you getting back to business.”

  “Were you enjoying me mouth-fucking her?”

  “I was enjoying the way her pussy grabbed my cock.”

  “Right you are.”

  Michael buried his face between her thighs and lapped her clit in time with pumping his hips. The smell of sex filled his nostrils and stirred his blood. He was ready to blow, and from the way she was sucking his dick like it was a lollipop and twitching under his mouth, so was she.

  Sam grunted as he lifted the tempo and seemed oblivious to the fact that every other thrust had his dick meeting Michaels’ tongue. Not that it bothered Michael. It amused him that he was almost giving the dude a blowjob. He would freak out when he realized later.