Bad Girl by Night (5 page)

Stop this. It doesn’t matter. This is about
you
. What
you
want. What
you
need
.

And what
did
she need right now? Easy answer.

“I want your cock back so bad,” she told him. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”

Their faces still close, he shut his eyes, drew in his breath, looked as impassioned as she felt.

But then he gritted his teeth. “When do I get inside that hot pussy? When do I get to fuck your brains out?”

She was breathing heavy now, too. “Don’t worry—it won’t suddenly close up shop for the night.” She pressed a palm against his warm, sturdy chest and told him exactly what she was thinking. “But your cock is so perfect. It feels so good in my mouth. You have to let me suck it some more.”

“Shit,” he murmured, “when you put it like that . . .” He got back to his feet, peered down on her—his dick stood at attention just above her face. “Of course you can suck my cock, honey. You can suck it all night long if that’s what you want.”

“Mmm, I do,” she promised him.

And again she was filled, to the brim it seemed, with two incredibly hard erections, both pumping into her, making her feel pummeled with utter, raw, dirty delight. Only like this, only as Desiree, could it feel so good, so right, to take such pleasure in the sensation of having her body used by men, so right to leave behind every other part of who she was for a night and give herself over to base, animal instincts and revel in it completely.

And—oddly perhaps—even in all her expeditions to Traverse City, she’d never been the kind of woman who craved cock the way she was craving it,
hungering
for it, right now. Up to now, her sexcapades had always been about the whole experience, every facet of it: the power, the pleasure, the freedom, the touching and grinding and fucking—all of it. But somehow, now, having two hard, perfect erections available for her use at once made her appreciate them in a whole new, intense, and primal way. Tonight, with Jake and Colt, she felt starved—like no matter how much she had, she wanted more. She felt positively crazy for their dicks.

Still fucking her, Colt’s hands closed over her upper thighs as his thrusts lengthened, grew more prolonged—and finally he went still, tipping his head back in exhaustion. Then he pulled out, leaning back to rest.

She used her hand to extract Jake from her mouth in order to cast her other lover an appreciative look, even as her cunt adjusted to no longer having something inside it. “That was
so
good, baby,” she said to Colt.

He gave her a typically cocky grin and arched one eyebrow to reply, “There’s more where that came from, darlin’. Just need to take a break for a little while so I don’t explode.”

“I’m counting on it,” she said, ever bold, ever saucy—and then she looked pointedly to her blue-eyed stranger. She hadn’t moved—she still sat sprawled indelicately in the chair, her sex on vivid display. Gaze still on his, she reached down, stroking her middle finger through her folds, then raising the same fingertip over her head to Jake’s lips. He parted them, took it inside, tasted her, groaned.

“You wanted my pussy,” she told him. “It’s all yours to play with now.”

J
ake didn’t say a word—just kept his eyes pinned on hers as he moved around in front of her and knelt down, his jeans and underwear still around his thighs. His gaze dropped to her slit—open from arousal, pink flesh visible. Then he did as
she’d
done—he ran one fingertip gently down the center of her. It made her shudder. Such a soft touch didn’t seem as if it should elicit such a strong response after so much action—but maybe it was the look in his eyes that had caused her to tremble a little. Because something there had changed.

Tonight, as always when she fucked someone, she’d taken the lead, called most of the shots. And Colt—with his cocky attitude—was pushier than Jake, and so Jake had patiently taken what he’d been given. And she knew he’d enjoyed it—but she sensed that now maybe he was
tired
of being patient, tired of letting the other two in this ménage à trois decide how things were going to go. He suddenly looked more demanding than she’d come to expect from him. And it turned her on more than she could have anticipated.

And yet—if she wasn’t careful here, she could lose control of the situation. She could lose the upper hand. It was all just a mental game, of course—maybe it didn’t matter; maybe she gave her need for control too much power over her naughty trysts. Maybe she should just let Jake
have
it, see what he would do with it.

But old instincts died hard, and she knew instantly she
couldn’t
let him have all the power—that power was what made her able to do this. That power was what let her fuck so wildly and indiscriminately.

He used his hands, fingers, to explore her—at times deliciously grazing the soft pale flesh surrounding her cunt, at other moments running his fingertips through her wetness. He kept his eyes on her pussy as he examined it—but then for long, intense moments, he’d lift his gaze to her face instead. He witnessed her every flinch, her every shiver—he could clearly see how much these small, exploratory touches excited her.

When he thrust two fingers inside her, she gasped. Small compared to Colt’s dick, of course, but like everything else Jake was doing to her right now, she felt it more than she could make sense of. He watched himself fuck her that way, his fingers sliding smoothly, quickly, in and out, in and out, palm up—then he extracted them and looked boldly at her once more as he lifted them to his mouth and sucked them clean. Her chest went hollow.

“Fuck me,”
she said. Forcefully. Since something inside her was beginning to feel . . . a little weak, a little dominated. Just from his gentleness. She didn’t
want
gentleness right now—she wanted things hard. Suddenly
he
was calling the shots.

“When I’m ready,” he replied, not gruffly but with full confidence—and then . . . oh Lord, he thrust his fingers back inside her and bent to kiss her pussy as passionately as he’d earlier kissed her mouth.

Ragged cries of pleasure erupted from her throat and she gripped her breasts tight, just because she needed something to hold on to. “God, oh God,” she heard herself murmur. And then—dear Lord—while still kissing her there, he pressed his free hand flat over her belly, just above that remaining thatch of pubic hair, and pushed down. Inside her, his fingers stroked the front wall of her cunt, and . . . oh Christ, it felt good. Crazy good. Especially with him giving her those lush openmouthed kisses all around her clit.

She sucked in her breath, squeezed her tits tighter. Her lips quivered, until finally she bit the lower one to stop it. Her head fell back with a groan and she moved against his fingers, his mouth, unbidden. The pleasure was so strange, intense—like a whole new way of being fucked. It wasn’t . . . orgasmic. No, it was something almost . . . deeper. Her whole body pulsed with it.

And then he stopped. Backed off—with mouth, hands. And reached for the strip of condoms Colt had tossed on the table next to the chair.

“Wh-what was that?” she asked as he deftly sheathed himself.

The look he flashed was nearly as arrogant as one of Colt’s. “Foreplay,” he said simply—and then he thrust his cock deep inside her.

She let out a short cry, adjusting, then told him, “Oh God, you feel good.”

On his knees before her, he curled his fingers tight over her inner thighs as he hissed in his breath. “Colt was right—you’re tight as hell.”

She touched her tongue to her upper lip and said, “Fill me up. Fuck me deep.”

And so he did. He rammed his rock-solid erection powerfully into her, again, again—each stroke making her sob with the hard pleasure of it. “Yes!” she rasped at him. “Yes!”

Was it so different from when Colt fucked her? Maybe. It was slower—and, again, harder. She still sensed him having tired of being a bystander in all this and now wanting to take over—if you could call a guy getting his cock sucked so long her mouth was sore a
bystander
.

She absorbed each hard thrust he delivered with a naughty joy that flowed through her like a raging river, and for a few minutes she even forgot that her sense of control suddenly felt a little threatened. Each slick plunge echoed to the tips of her fingers and toes. She looked into his commanding eyes and thought back to the bar, how not very long ago they’d been saying hello, exchanging friendly smiles—and how quickly they’d gotten from there to here.
There
had been nice.
Here
was better.
Here
was what she’d come for.
Here
was what would sustain her another few months until she felt the driving need to do it again.

When Jake stopped, though, and pulled out, she remembered about that sense of control—and she acted. Not only because she wanted control
back
—but also because she wanted to suck his cock some more. Because she needed to have it in her, one way or another.

She sat up tall, grabbed his muscular arms as he began to stand, and shoved him back toward the bed with a lunge she didn’t plan but that just happened. It didn’t take much effort—she’d caught him off guard, off balance. As his ass came down on the edge of the mattress, she dropped to her knees, grabbed his cock, yanked off the rubber, and went down on him with vigor.

He let out a deep growl of pleasure—and went still on the bed.

When she peered up at his handsome face, she found that challenge to her power still resting in his gaze—but for the moment, the power was hers. She’d subdued him, had him where she wanted him, even while on her knees.

From the corner of her eye she caught sight of Colt—he’d been standing back quietly, watching intently for the last few minutes, but now he came closer, beginning to talk dirty, telling her to suck that cock, telling her what a dirty girl she was. Her pussy flared at the words, at the truth. She had no shame.

The next thing she knew, Colt was moving in behind her, on his knees as well. Her dress, which had stayed twisted around her waist all this time, draped over her thighs now, but Colt slid his hands up underneath, molding them to her bare hips—and his dick bumped against her ass as he tried to position himself. And then—sweet heaven—he was thrusting inside her, letting out a deep groan, filling her back up. She cried out, too, around Jake’s erection, and once more knew the ultimate pleasure of two cocks. Would anything less ever feel as good?

The three of them found a steady rhythm together. Her lips began to feel stretched and sore, but she didn’t want to stop,
never
wanted to stop. She peered up at Jake as she moved her mouth up and down on him, and he looked . . . astounded, she thought. By the pleasure? By her aggressiveness? She had no idea, but she liked it.

That was when he took her face in his hands, then ran his fingers back through her hair, stroking. “My God, you’re amazing, baby,” he said deeply. “Damn, you suck me good.”

Why did that affect her so? She
knew
she was good, after all. Why did the look in his eyes, and the wonder in his voice, soften her a little inside, make her feel all this a little more? Not in her body, where she
wanted
to feel it, but in her . . . heart, a part of her anatomy that had no role here. No role at all.

When finally she felt forced to rest her mouth, she did what he’d mentioned upon first entering the room—leaned forward and pressed her tits around his hard length. And mmm, she’d forgotten how much she liked doing that or she’d have done it before now. Having it there rivaled having it in her mouth. Another way of fucking him; another way of using her body to pleasure them both. Something about the rawness of the move took away that softness she’d briefly felt. Good.

“Shit, your tits are gorgeous,” he told her, shifting his hands from her hair to the sides of her breasts to hug them tighter around his dick. Yes,
yes
.

“Your cock feels so good and hard between them,” she purred.

Behind her, Colt continued fucking her—the man had fabulous staying power—and the threesome moved together that way for what seemed a long while. And—no, she decided, nothing would
ever
feel this good again; no single man could. Which made her want to feel all of this even
more
. “Oh God, fuck me,” she told Colt over her shoulder.

He only grunted in reply—but she didn’t care, since he kept on pounding away at her and she soaked up every ounce of sensation.

A few minutes later, his breath hard in her ear, Colt muttered, “Damn, gotta take another break. You wear me out, darlin’.”

But he smacked her on the ass for good measure just before he pulled out, and she let out a sexy “Oooh” over her shoulder and giggled. Then she turned back to look up at Jake, who wasn’t smiling at all.

“I want to fuck you again,” he said, his voice rigid and demanding. “So hard and deep you scream.”

“I want to fuck you, too,” she promised him, then got to her feet and slammed him roughly to his back on the bed before he knew what was coming. She wouldn’t let him take control again
that
easily. It was time for her to be on top.

She finally shoved her dress over her hips and to the floor, and within seconds, she’d retrieved another condom and was climbing on the bed, straddling Jake’s thighs, rolling the rubber down over his hard-on. “Mmm,” she sighed, just from the anticipation—and then she balanced herself on the tip and sank down.

They both moaned at the entry—and, as always, she felt it more in this position. But she wasted no time adjusting—she rode him hard and vigorous, her whole body now at a fever pitch that drove her to talk dirty. “Oh God, your cock is so huge inside me. Huge and hot and hard. Fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it!”

And he thrust up inside her—yes, yes, yes—but in this position it was mostly her doing the fucking. She bit her lower lip, pressed her body down on him, again, again. His erection was so deep in her now that it almost hurt—given that she
didn’t
do this every weekend, and she was getting quite a workout. But it was a good sort of pain, the kind that reminded her she was alive, that she was a vital sexual being, that she could take as much pleasure in sex as anyone else. And, tonight, maybe even more.