Bad Girl by Night (4 page)

Finally, he did what he’d told her—he bent to close his mouth over one turgid pink nub, pulling deeply. “Oh God,” she moaned as the pleasure stretched through her, all the way to her pussy.

She could barely remain on her feet now, and Colt must have sensed that since his arm came around her torso, anchoring her to him as Jake continued his ministrations to her breasts, sucking first one, then the other. Sometimes he backed off a little, using only his tongue, but mostly he drew on her nipple hard and complete—while Colt ran his free hand down over her hip . . . and then under her dress, up her bare thigh.

She heard herself panting, lost in the pleasure of two men, two sets of hands. Soon she would have two cocks, as well, a thought that made her shut her eyes and let out a slow, deep breath. But for now, the hands—and Jake’s skilled mouth—were plenty, and seemingly all she could handle, anyway, especially when Colt’s fingers slipped into her panties, from the back, beneath her ass, and into her wet folds. “Unh,” she breathed—and then he slid two fingers up inside her. “Mmm—oh!” she cried out. The Texas bodyguard didn’t waste any time—and that was fine with her.

As he began thrusting those fingers up into her, he nibbled at her shoulder, then her neck, rasping near her ear, “You’re so damn wet, darlin’. My fingers are drenched.”

“You both . . . excite me . . . so much,” she managed, breathless now.

It was then that she found herself grabbing, clawing—using one hand to try to push down Jake’s blue jeans, the other to pull at the fabric covering Colt’s shoulder behind her.

“Calm down, darlin’, calm down,” Colt soothed her deeply. “We’ll get there.”

Her words came in rasps—and didn’t completely respond to what he’d just said. “I . . . can barely . . . stay on . . . my feet.”

Jake bit lightly at her nipple, murmuring against her flesh, “Then we’d better sit you down.” And with that, he scooped her effortlessly up into his arms. A small easy chair sat closer to them than the king-size bed, so that was where he lowered her, then leaned immediately in to kiss her lips, reaching to caress one bared breast again. He seemed ravenous, as if he’d been unable to help himself, making her feel like the most desirable woman on the planet.

And she felt like the
naughtiest
one when Colt began parting her thighs and she let him. Still busy kissing Jake, she didn’t even bother looking at Colt as he knelt and moved in between—she just curled her legs around him as she scooted down in the chair.

As she made out with Jake, she touched
him
with one hand, Colt with the other. Colt had taken off his sweater and shirt now, too, so it was the first time she felt his skin, her fingertips caressing his shoulder, arm. She became aware that Colt was pushing up her dress where it still hung around her, shoving it to her waist to reveal the lacy boy short panties she wore—the same red and pink as the bra that still circled her body.

When he let out another low groan, she thought it meant he liked them, and he shored up the suspicion, saying, “Jake, bud—look at these sexy undies our little miss Desiree’s got on.”

Jake stopped kissing her and glanced down. So did she—just in time to see, and feel, Colt stroke his thumb over her mound. Jake let out an audible sigh—either at the panties or at the sight of his friend touching her, she didn’t know which.

“I almost don’t wanna take ’em off,” Colt said. “But on the other hand . . .” He grinned up at her.

“Those are nice,” Jake said to both of them. “But I bet the hot little pussy underneath will be even prettier.”

“Hell
yeah,” Colt growled, then told her to lift her ass so he could pull them off.

She complied, watching along with her companions as Colt slowly peeled the lace down her thighs, over her knees, and finally over her shoes. “Unh,” Jake breathed. Clearly, he liked that she’d shaved between her legs, leaving nothing but a small thatch of pale brown above her slit.

Colt’s eyes on her pussy were heavy-lidded as he parted her thighs once more, perusing her pink folds. She finally shed the bra, and the guys simply studied her, as she now wore only her fuck-me heels with her dress gathered around her waist. She felt a bit like a centerfold, and she liked it. She liked being their dirty little plaything. It was why she was here, after all. It wasn’t awful to be a man’s sex object if you
wanted
to be, if it made you feel good, if everyone was happy in the end.

“Damn, I wanna fuck you,” Colt growled, “but first, I’m gonna lick this hot, pink cunt until you come.” Her pussy practically lurched at his words. And she spread her legs a little wider in invitation.

She bit her lip, anticipating the moment when he would go down on her. And then it came, and a moan rose deep from her throat as the sensation delivered by his tongue vibrated through her entire being. “God, fuck, yes,” she breathed. The stubble on his chin scratched lightly, but she was so excited it only added to her pleasure. She grasped her own breasts, shut her eyes, lifted her crotch against his face.

“Aw, honey, let me help you with those,” Jake said, standing beside the chair and reaching down to slip his hands under hers, massaging her tits.

And she reached instinctively for his open jeans—the bulge she’d been craving was right next to her face now, after all. “I want your cock, baby.”

He let out a low groan, still molding her soft, sensitive breasts as she used both hands to shove his jeans over his hips, then reached into his underwear. And mmm, God—his erection was so big and long and hard, springing from his boxer briefs now like some wild thing breaking free. She squeezed it gently in her fist, caressing.

“Shit, that’s good,” he murmured.

Down below, she still moved her pussy in rhythm with Colt’s deep licks, each one heightening her pleasure, making her feel a little more crazed.

“Put it in my mouth,” she begged of the cock in her hand, looking up at Jake.

“Aw . . .” he sighed at the demand, but he had to release her breasts and stand up straight to do what she’d asked. And the move allowed her to see the big shaft clearly for the first time. Arrow straight, pink, and engorged, it was solid and large. Just right. On instinct, she held his dick like an ice cream cone and licked at the tip, taking away the pre-come gathering there. “Fuck,” she whispered, eyes falling shut in pleasure as the taste on her tongue made her pussy swell.

She bit her lip as Colt licked her harder—then he slipped two fingers inside her, just like before. She looked away from the delicious shaft in her hand just long enough to tell him breathily, “That’s so good. Fuck me with your fingers.”

He complied, thrusting them in and out, and narrowing his licks to her swollen clit, which jutted prominently from her paler flesh.

“Yes, baby,” she purred, “lick that hot little pussy. Lick it good.”

After the dirty talk, she returned her attention to what she held in her fist and ran her tongue over the tip once more before swirling a lick around the whole engorged head. Jake’s breath came heavy, hot. She noticed his fists clenching at his sides just before he bit off a ragged command. “Suck it for me, honey.”

Her face flushed with heat as she lowered her mouth fully over him, going down as far as she reasonably could, testing the feel of him near her throat. Above her, he muttered, swore gently—and she began to move up and down.

Mmm, she could seldom remember a time when she enjoyed sucking a man’s cock so much—almost instantly.
Maybe it has to do with the fact that someone’s licking your clit at the same time.
Damn, this being-with-two-guys thing had a lot going for it.

Now Colt
sucked
her clit, she thought. The pleasure there rose, expanded. She found herself fucking his mouth with greater abandon and feeling ravenous with Jake’s perfect erection. As Colt sucked her harder,
she
sucked
Jake
harder. She lifted her gaze to meet his and relished his eyes on her, reveled in being watched by him, wondered how gloriously obscene she looked. The thought made her take him a little deeper, to her throat—and then she went still on him, just letting him feel the pressure of her mouth from the tip to nearly the base of his penis. Moans escaped him as he watched her, as their eyes locked.
Look how hungry I am for this cock. Look how dirty you make me.

And then she passed a certain threshold and knew she would come. Within a few heated seconds. She found herself sliding her lips vigorously up and down Jake’s stiff length, whimpering around it as she thrust her cunt at Colt’s mouth. And then she finally released the hard-on from her lips because she had to, because she had to scream out her pleasure as it rolled through her body in giant waves. “Oh . . . oh God! Oh, fuck, I’m coming! Yes, yes, yes!”

When the pleasure ebbed and she finally quit moving, Colt lifted his face from between her legs. “Jesus, darlin’, you taste good,” he told her with a wicked grin, the area all around his mouth shiny with her moisture.

Too weakened to respond, she simply let out a replete sigh as she let her head drop back against the chair—and met Jake’s eyes. She still held his erection in her hand, and now she ran her tongue slowly across her upper lip. To her delight, he looked just as entranced by all this as she was.

When she glanced back to Colt, she found him shedding his pants, and she watched his naked body from behind as he rummaged in a wallet, finally pulling out a strip of condoms. She’d brought some in her purse, given that she never knew when she might catch a man unawares, but she liked a guy who was prepared.

Turning back to face her, he held up the round disk of rubber he’d just opened and said, “Why don’t you do the honors?”

She smiled slightly as she released Jake from her hand and took the condom—then Colt stepped close to the chair between her still-parted thighs, his hard-on at eye level with her. It was perhaps paler in tone than Jake’s, with a slight arc, and shone with more veins—a bit different from his friend’s, yet just as hard and lovely and masculine. And somehow the close-up sight reminded her just how powerful an erect phallus could be, how forceful, but in a way she thoroughly craved and felt all too ready to experience.

Wrapping both hands around Colt’s slightly curved cock, she studied the head, the length, the arch. She touched her tongue to her upper lip as she peeked up at Colt’s face, his eyes glazed with lust. After expertly rolling the thin sheath down over the rigid column of flesh, she said, “Fuck me now.”

In response, he let out a soft groan, then sank back to his knees on the carpet. The chair sat low to the floor, putting his dick at just the right height. She spread her legs farther, as far as she could, letting her knees rest over the arms of the chair on either side. She wanted to put herself on full display for them. She wanted to be a centerfold again.

Above her, Jake let out a hot sigh.

She sensed him watching, along with her, as Colt positioned himself, then eased his way inside her. She let out a low moan at the filling sensation, shut her eyes, squeezed her own breasts. “Oh God,” she purred.

“Damn, you’re tight,” he said through clenched teeth. He sounded surprised, and she guessed she couldn’t blame him—he probably thought she did this every weekend.

She met his gaze, bit her lip, drank in the feeling of him beginning to move in and out of her in slow, even strokes she felt to her core. “Mmm, God, yes,” she said.

But she wanted something more at the same time. She couldn’t squander this unexpected bounty, after all. So she again reached for Jake’s hard cock, squeezing it sensually in her fist, then bringing it back to her lips.

“Ah . . . ah, fuck,” he breathed in agonized pleasure as she closed her mouth back over him. Talk about power. Giving one man that much pleasure while taking it from another—it made her feel more in control of her body than ever in her life. She’d never felt so sexually fulfilled and knew she never
would
the normal way. One man, a relationship? Those things weren’t for her. And that truth might make her daily life a little less than she’d hoped for as a girl, but
this
. . .
this
surpassed her wildest dreams of pleasure.

Soon Colt fucked her harder in pistonlike drives that made her cry out around Jake’s length, even as she sucked him with vigor in the same hot rhythm Colt used below. Her body felt like a receptacle—a receptacle for cock, all the cock she could get.

When finally Jake pulled his length from her eager lips—almost forcefully—saying, “Shit, stop before I come,” she hungered immediately for its return. Her mouth felt empty and she clenched her teeth in frustration even as she continued to emit hot whimpers in response to Colt’s deep plunges below.

But then Jake knelt beside her, leaning in to take her breasts in his hands, more firm than gentle now, and began to kiss her again like there was no tomorrow. And mmm, it was good to have her mouth back on him, in whatever way possible—good to have that part of her body stimulated once more. When he thrust his tongue there, she instinctively closed her lips around it and sucked, as if it were a replacement for that fine cock of his—she was desperate for the sensation. As Colt continued thrusting into her welcoming cunt, she held Jake’s tongue with her mouth and got lost in it all for a long, heady moment, eyes shut, body supremely pleasured.

When she opened her eyes, Jake’s were right there—and their gazes connected. And . . . oh God. Given that another man was fucking her, it—without warning—turned into an undeniably, shockingly
intimate
moment.

And she let herself wonder for a brief split second how he really viewed her right now—did
he
think he was seeing the best of a woman? Or the worst? Could a man like him really value this—the darker instincts at her core? Or did he, deep inside, think she was bad now?