Bare Knuckle: Vegas Top Guns, Book 5 (29 page)

“And you want him to fuck you tonight, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Trish panted.

Mal drew back until Trish’s mouth was empty, then dove back down to kiss her, hot and fierce. She plunged two fingers into Trish’s sheath. Loud groans stripped clear of them both. “I’ll do him the favor of getting you ready for him.”

“I already am.”

A low laugh formed Mal’s smile into that of an angel and devil. She forced her fingers in, rhythmic now. “Oh no. I’m getting at least one come out of you. And then, baby, you’re gonna eat me out like you live for it, breathe for it.”

“Ah, fuck me. Please, Mal.”

“I am.” She bent her head to Trish’s tits. Her tongue against Trish’s nipple was the perfect match to the pulse of her fingers. Three now, deep inside. “How hard do you think that makes him?” She glanced toward the shadows where Eric hid like some theater phantom. “Is he stroking himself yet?”

Trish turned her head. Waves of pleasure gathered in her pussy and radiated out, up, through. “Tell me, Eric.”

“Not yet.” Christ, but his voice was pure gravel. “Work on your come, showgirl. She wants to get you off as much as I want to see it.”

Mal grabbed behind one of Trish’s knees, opening her completely. “He’s not wrong. I want it. I want your juices. And I’ll make you lick my fingers clean. But I won’t return the favor by lapping at your sweet pussy. You’ll kneel between my legs, dripping down your own thighs.”

“Shit. Oh, just…
damn
.” Trish actually laughed. Snap—another flurry of photos. He must be poised for those moments—unique moments in a feast of flesh. “You are such a chatty bitch.”

“That was our thing, Trish, baby.”

“Always did the trick. God, Mal, that feels amazing.”

“I know. Not my first fingerbang.” She nuzzled Trish’s neck, licking, smiling against sweat-slicked skin. “You know I take pride in my work.”

“Onstage.”

“Tell me this isn’t a stage. The tempting whore and her artfully fucked-up princess.” The rhythm of her thrusts picked up. Trish focused on her face. Lush lips were flattened. Determined. Sweat dampened strands of hair that draped around Mal’s cheeks. Her eyes were dark, even beneath the lights Eric bathed across their bodies. In those endless depths of brown on black on midnight shadow, Trish found passion and need she’d never experienced with her former lover. Everything about them was blown a thousand times as high, a thousand times as forceful.

Mal added her thumb, right on Trish’s swollen clit. Her fingers were pressed tight in Trish’s pussy when she poured on the force, the speed, the brutal push toward release. Trish’s whole body shook on the mattress as she let go of her tension and let Mal use her however she wanted, as hard as she wanted.

“You’re mine now, baby. He’ll bring his big, throbbing prick over here. Maybe he’ll fuck your million-dollar ass. You’d let him right in. But right now, you’re mine. My impeccable little slut.”

Trish arched her pelvis, grinding in time with the unrelenting drive of Mal’s taut fingers. She was spinning, looping in her own mind as the
pop, pop, pop
of Eric’s flash camera sparkled behind her eyes. She realized she was gripping the sheets, but that was a distant second to Mal’s ass. Trish grounded herself in the feel of that flesh in her hands as she held on for dear life.

“Look at me, bitch,” Mal rasped. Her hair had become damp, tangled tendrils. “Give me what I want before I shove my fucking fist into your cunt. I swear to God I’ll stop. I’ll leave your drenched pussy gaping open and wanting. You’d beg for me, baby. I know you would. Beg for me now.”

“Mal,
please
.”

“That’s right. Such a princess onstage. My skinny little bitch here in bed. Pinch my tits. That’s it. Shit, more. Harder.” Mal inhaled through her teeth and took her pain out on Trish. She fucked as hard with her fingers as a man could with a pulsing cock. “
Now
, Trish baby. Give me your come.”

The wait was over. The torturous, exquisite agony. Trish snapped rigid, her whole body convulsing. She cried out while thrashing her head. The fingernails she’d dug into Mal’s round ass became talons—her lifeline. The devious woman wrung every drop of bliss from Trish’s limp body. They panted in tandem.

Then she obeyed with mindless obedience as Mal did exactly what she’d narrated. She held out one finger after another so that Trish could lick her own hot juices off manicured fingers.

Apparently satisfied with herself, Mal grinned. “Excellent, baby. But now it’s my turn. You owe me that dirty mouth on my pussy.”

Trish batted her lashes, all faux innocent. “Did I promise that?”

Slick fingers tweaked her nipple. “Put that ass in the air and eat me out.” Mal lolled onto her back, knees wide, her sleek folds gleaming. “Try to make your boy come in his shorts while you get me off.”

From the shadows, as Trish’s senses came back into alignment, she heard Eric groan.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Eric was going to lose his goddamn mind. This was something approaching a miracle. Beautiful and dirty and gorgeous. Filthy.

Trish and Mallory twisted around on the sheets. The darker woman leaned back on her elbows, knees wide. She kept a neat thatch of dark curls, trimmed close. Swollen, damp folds glistened under the lights.

Eric’s lights, his camera, his equipment. He was being given his own wet dream.

Because as he snapped off more shots, he knew this was bigger than anything he would experience again. The women were completely wrapped up in each other, so bound by sensation that they ignored him. Just as he’d always wanted.

Trish’s perfect ass lifted in the air when she settled between Mallory’s thighs. Lowering her head made a lithe arch of Trish’s back. Light and shadow played along the ridge of her spine. Her skin shone with the slightest kiss of sweat, left over from her orgasm.

He snapped off more pictures. Then he repositioned the video camera, because the real prize was what she was about to do. Her pink tongue slid over Mallory’s pouting pussy lips. He adjusted the lens. Zoomed in. Gorged with his eyes and through the eye of the camera.

He needed this. Needed to know this side of Trish, to see her taking what she wanted from another woman. Serving and teasing at the same time.

It turned out that Trish gave women head exactly as meanly as she did men. A lick. A soft tease. Then with a greedy feasting intent on devouring Mallory—before she backed off.

The woman framed one hand under Trish’s jaw and tugged her face. “I didn’t tell you to fuck around, did I?”

Trish laughed. She extended her tongue so that the tip flicked over Mal’s clit. “Nope. But then you’re not in a position to order me around.”

“Wanna bet?”

“No way.”

“Besides, I bet your boy knows what I want. It’s what he wants too. Isn’t that right, caveman?”

Eric couldn’t help his moan. Groan? Maybe growl. A guttural expulsion of want. “Lick her, showgirl. Lick her as hard as you want me to fuck you.”

She looked over her shoulder toward where he stood. “Well, in that case…”

She dove in again. Mouth on Mallory’s pussy. Tongue working. She eased her shoulders down, melting into the mattress, reveling in her duty. One hand locked behind Mallory’s knee to hold the woman’s leg open, making sure Eric could get the shot he wanted.
Needed.

She sucked Mallory’s tight clit between her lips. Her jaw worked when she dipped her tongue in and out, fucking the writhing woman with her mouth.

Mallory was going nuts. “There,” she panted. “Oh, baby. God, you took to that well. You still know me.”

Trish’s mouth was shiny with Mallory’s slickness. She glanced up the other woman’s curves and flashed a cheeky smile—the one that said she was up to no good. Or lots and lots of good.

She eased two fingers into Mallory’s cunt. “Of course I know. I remember exactly what you like. And I’m going to use every trick and every skill you taught me to make sure you come on my face.”

Mallory gave a husky laugh. “Oh shut up, baby, and get back to it.”

Maybe another man would be offended when he realized they were lost to one another. They’d used him for a moment to urge their passion to new heights, then forgot about him. Eric loved it—the pure voyeurism of watching when all the defenses were stripped and no one pretended anymore. He’d loaded a sixteen-gig memory card, and fuck if he wasn’t going to need every scrap of space. He snapped picture after picture as if he were aiming the lens into some other bedroom. Definitely not his. This was the bedroom shared by two sexy women who couldn’t get enough of licking and kissing, slapping and pinching.

Except he was almost at the end of his control. Watching Trish come had pushed him pretty far. Now, watching her hips surge in the air as she lowered her face and opened her mouth over Mallory…

He wasn’t going to last.

Luckily, it didn’t look like Mallory would either. She closed one fist tight by her own shoulder, pounding the mattress in breathtaking frustration. With the other, she splayed tense fingers across the back of Trish’s head. Bountiful breasts with dusky nipples lifted toward the ceiling, arching, lowering, then arching again.

She started a near chant. “Right there, baby. Oh God. You know. Right there, don’t stop. You gorgeous bitch, I’m so goddamned close.”

Her breathing roughened. Shook. Hitched on crying gasps.

Trish didn’t let up. She added the force of her whole upper body as she stroked with three fingers. Her mouth locked down over the other woman’s clit. She added a hint of teeth. But just before the end, Eric lost sight of those details. Picture after picture was of Trish pressed between Mallory’s thighs. The woman used both hands now, grabbing the back of Trish’s head while fucking upward with tight hips. Her fingers made crazy spikes out of Trish’s feathery soft hair, while Trish thrashed side to side and worked her fingers so hard that it must’ve been painful—painfully perfect—because Mallory came with low banshee scream. Absolutely transcendent. Lost in her release.

She kept her hand locked across Trish’s nape, anchored by that connection. Trish didn’t try to escape. She kept licking, kept sucking. More. Harder. A pinch over slippery-wet clit.

Mallory exploded a second time, so hard that her spine levered off the bed. She curled around Trish, her knees locked around Trish’s pale shoulders. Her scream was a mean growl.

Holy fuck.

They crashed onto each other in a sweaty, hysterical jumble. Eric couldn’t tell which one started giggling first. God they looked amazing. A sexy couple he’d been invited to watch. And video. He’d revisit those frames for the rest of eternity.

Trish rose on her elbows, her hips drooping to the twisted sheets. She pointed her toes in the air, and her feet kicked back and forth as she licked her fingers clean. “Not fair. You’ve come twice. I’m behind.”

Mallory laughed, huskier this time. “I think you know what to do.”

“Sit on your face?”

“That is an option.”

Trish wiggled up her body and cupped the other woman’s breasts. Her mouth dipped. Teeth nibbled along the bottom and inside curves. “You’ve got the best tits.”

“You used to spend hours on them.”

A hum of agreement was lost against skin. “You didn’t mind.”

“Not a bit.” Mallory petted Trish’s baby-fine hair. Her dark gaze found the camera lens. “But there’s someone else who might want to help you out. Is your guy getting lonely?”

“I doubt it. He’s loving this.” But she eased to the other woman’s side, cupping and fondling and exploring. Her casual attitude would’ve made Eric laugh, except he was ratcheted as tight as a man could be. “How about it, sugar? Do you mind watching me kiss and pet this sexy rack?”

“No.”

“One word.” She winked at Mallory. “That means he’s really wound up.”

Mallory took a kiss. “I don’t blame him. But how wound up is wound up?”

“I don’t know.” Trish’s legs shifted restlessly. He didn’t blame her. All of this was…amazing. “Are you whacking off, Eric? Do you have your hand on your hard cock?”

He was within an instant of saying no—before realizing that he was clutching his throbbing hard-on. Not jerking. But holding. Firmly. Fingers and thumbs were ringed around his dick, unconsciously resisting the rock-out tingles that threatened to overwhelm him. Pleasure gnawed at his senses.

“Yes.” Any more words were beyond him. Out of his reach. His world had narrowed to this unbelievable sight.

Trish reached behind her and dug around in the nightstand, returning with a condom in hand. “I’ve got somewhere better you can put that big, thick prick.” She waved the packet. “Come fuck me, sugar. I need to come and I need you to do it.”

He snapped. His body locked. He buzzed with the same anticipation that surged before combat.

Somehow he managed to put down his camera without breaking it. In the back of his head burned the knowledge that the camcorder kept recording.

Trish opened the condom. Slender fingers rolled it down his shaft. He flinched. Almost too much.

Mallory made a soft noise and tilted Trish’s face to the side. She took a long, wet kiss, hard enough that their teeth clicked.