Best of Best Women's Erotica (21 page)

“I think we'd better go home, Steve. You need to come down, sleep it off.”

“Bullshit. I feel great, baby. Lots of energy.”

Behind him, Darla stifled a giggle. I dropped my voice. “Please, Steve.”

His eyes grew dark and his jaw tightened. He wrapped his fingers around my upper arm and pulled me further down the hall, away from his newfound friends.

“Listen, Abby. I'm having a good time. I want to continue having a good time. With them.”

I didn't say anything.

“Goddammit, Abby!” His fingers tightened on my arm. “This is fun, that's all. Just a good time.”

He was angry, his voice harsh, but there was also a begging quality to it. He sounded like a little kid trying to convince a parent to let him have his way. We'd never discussed Cal's house or his parties after that night we first met. I didn't know if Steve had ever done this kind of scene. I did know he wasn't used to snorting this much coke.

It wasn't as if I'd forgotten what it was like: the coke coursing through my veins making me feel invincible; the freedom inside these impeccable, tastefully decorated walls; the beauty and sensuality of the company filling up my senses; the need to exhaust my energies in every act of pleasure imaginable.

I looked into Steve's eyes. “Is it that important to you? Is it what you really want?”

He let go of my arm. “Yes, Abby. Right here and now, it's what I really want.”

Steve's request didn't make me jealous. Instead, I felt empty, defeated. “Okay,” I said, and walked past him to join Darla and Tom at the end of the hall.

“Why don't you all follow me? I know every room in this house.”

“You have beautiful hair,” Darla said as she moved it out of the way so that I could snort the lines Tom had set up for me. The coke burned my passages, but it got rid of my headache instantly. “You're very beautiful, Abby.”

I leaned back and appraised Darla. “So are you.”

She smiled, got up, and began to pull her dress over her head. Static electricity crackled as the fabric passed over her long blonde hair, leaving strands of it sticking up into the air. It struck me as funny and I giggled. Darla smoothed her hair down while Tom stood behind her and undid the clasp on her bra. The lace fell away, and he cupped her breasts and rubbed them lightly. She sank back into him, her eyes closed. He whispered in her ear and she smiled, opened her eyes, and walked back to me. Darla leaned over and lightly kissed me on the lips. I looked at Steve. He was taking off his clothes, but watching Darla and me intently. She kissed me again, this time parting my lips with her tongue. I closed my eyes, my mouth opened, and I took in her tongue, sucked at it, concentrating on the feeling I got from its moist softness, a feeling made sharper by the drug racing through my blood. Tom walked up and grabbed Darla's hips. He peeled her panties back and pulled them off. “Why don't we move to the bed?” Darla whispered.

“Sure.” I stood up and Darla helped me remove my dress.

Steve took the pillows off the bed, stripped down the blankets, and leaned back against the headboard, his legs tucked under him. I lay flat on my back, my head not far from his lap. He caressed my breasts as Darla's tongue worked the flesh between my midriff and knees. Tiny grunts of pleasure came out of her mouth. Tom, kneeling behind, caressed her and himself as he watched, every few seconds voicing his approval, spurring her on. I looked up into Steve's droopy, lust-laden
eyes, felt the excitement he got from watching us jut into the top of my head. “Does this do it for you, baby?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah, Abby. Yeah.”

It's funny how the body takes over, how you can suspend your mind and communicate using only your senses. A clitoris doesn't know or care whose tongue or fingers manipulate it. When the hunger peaks and the nerve endings scream, nothing matters.

I gauged time by my thirst and the burning in my nostrils. How much water did I sip? How many lines did I snort? We were all thoroughly immersed in the scene, greedy and sweaty and playing it out, letting the desire rise and fall, rise and fall. At one point, Darla cried out, “What do you think I am, a sex machine?”

“Do you feel like a sex machine?” Tom asked.

“Not nearly enough, goddammit!” The three of them laughed, Steve loudest of all. His laughter found its way past the heat and pleasure that rippled across my body, leaving me cold. “Do you feel like a sex machine, too, Steve?”

“Yeah. And my engine's in fine form.” They laughed again.

I sat up, leaned forward on my knees, and brought my face up close to his. “How about letting your vehicle cover some new ground?” I whispered, and then kissed him on the cheek.

“We pretty much covered all of it, baby.”

“Not all. You two guys haven't covered all of it.” I leaned back, but kept my eyes glued to Steve's. He looked puzzled, but only for a moment, and then attempted a laugh, but it didn't quite make it out of his mouth. I looked at Tom.

“You're kidding, right?” he asked.

Darla yelled, “Hey, what's going on? You guys keeping secrets from me? What are you talking about?” I slid over to Darla and
whispered in her ear. Her eyes got wide, and then she threw her head back and laughed. “Yes! You bet. I'd love to see that!”

“You're crazy, Abby,” Steve said.

Darla jumped up and down on her knees. “Why is it crazy? I think it's a great idea.” She turned to Tom. “Don't you think it's a great idea, Tom?”

Tom glanced at Steve. “Shut up, Darla. Joke's over.”

Darla's face got red. She pushed her fist into Tom's shoulder. “A joke, huh? Since when?”

“Darla, I told you to shut up.”

Darla ignored him. “He enjoys it. Likes a guy to lick his pee-pee. When was the last time? Six weeks ago?” She reached between his legs and fondled him.

“Why don't we knock off this bullshit?” Steve said. “You know I'm not interested, Abby.”

“Really? I don't know anything of the kind. I don't know that much about you at all, do I?”

“Abby—”

“Look at Tom. See how easily he gets hard? Just like you.” I grasped Steve's penis and brought my lips up close. I licked the glans, and he hardened against my tongue. I looked up at him, still holding him in my hand. “This is for fun, Steve. It's all for fun. You wanted the experience. Have it. All of it.”

“This is enough for me, baby,” he said, moving against my fingers.

I let go. “It's not enough for me. I want to watch you with a guy. The way you watched me with Darla. That's what I want.”

Darla slid her hand up and down Tom's penis. “Me, too, Tommy. I want to watch, too,” she crooned in a baby's voice. “You know you like it.”

Tom looked down at Darla's hand moving swiftly against him. He was breathing hard. “Forget it, baby. The guy's not into it. Let's you and me play.” He gently pushed Darla's head down into his lap, and she opened her mouth to receive him. He groaned.

I kept my mouth busy, too, working Steve until he sighed with pleasure. I looked up, past Steve, into Darla's eyes, sending her my challenge. After a few moments, she nodded.

Soon, both men were rocking in a steady rhythm; they seemed to be in sync, at the same place, reaching for the same goal. I shot a glance in Darla's direction; she pulled her mouth off Tom and crawled over to Steve and me, ignoring Tom's complaint. I let Steve slip from my mouth and when he protested, I covered his lips with mine. Darla began kissing him on the chest and running her hands over his belly. He tried to push her hand between his legs, but she wouldn't let him. She bit his nipples and slid her fingers over his groin, deliberately missing his penis. He moaned, sucked harder on my tongue. I pulled away and looked at Tom. He was pulling on his penis, his mouth hanging open. “Come here,” I said. He crawled over to us on his hands and knees. “Touch him.”

Steve made an attempt to object, but I covered his mouth with mine again. He relaxed against me at the same moment that Tom's head brushed past my belly and dove between Steve's legs. For a moment, Steve's body stiffened, and then he relaxed again. Darla sustained her licking and pinching; I kept the kiss going, moved it from his lips to his neck, to the nipple free of Darla's mouth, all the way down to where Tom's lips smacked against his hardened flesh. My tongue joined Tom's, and together we licked and sucked until Steve began to pant.

I knew his body so well. Knew how much he could take,
what would speed him up or slow him down, finish him or keep him teetering on the edge. The measure of his breath, the depth of his sighs, the whimper stuck in his throat let me know when to pull back, to sustain his pleasure or increase his agony. My hands squeezed, fingers pinched, held back his flood until the blood beating in his veins calmed, and when it did, Tom came at him, his mouth an instrument of pleasant torment, forcing Steve to start the ascent again. Above us, Darla gently kissed his face, his eyes, licked his ears, sucked at his chin while her painted fingernails flicked the tip of each nipple.

Together, we teased Steve into a frenzy; his features became blurred from sweat pouring from his body. He thrashed about, seeking release, but we held him with the power of our circling tongues, the canopy of our curved torsos, the strength of our determined limbs. Pinned beneath us clutching blindly, spasmodically, he cried out, begged us to bring him off, but we answered him with lips that grazed his penis, palms that buffed his thighs, fingers that hummed against his anus.

“Enough,” he shouted, “enough!” But we didn't stop, in fact, increased the tempo until his breaths became shorter, his movements faster, and I feared that he would waste himself just to be done with our exquisite torture. I signaled Darla and Tom to stop what they were doing, pressed close to Steve's steamy body, and licked the sweat from his brow.

He turned his head to look at me. “God, Abby, you're driving me crazy!”

“Tell me again how much you love me, Steve,” I whispered into his ear.

“I do…Fuck me, Abby…”

“I want you to feel as much pleasure as you can, baby. I want you to climb the highest mountain before I push you off.”

“Push me off now, Abby…I'm so ready to be pushed off the goddamned mountain!”

“All right, baby. My way?”

“Any way, Abby…. Please.”

I nodded and slipped off the bed, tiptoed to the closet, and reached inside. One could always count on Cal to keep a plentiful supply of restraints for anyone interested in such devices. These particular ropes were made of strong, yet soft, leather.

I trailed the leather over Steve's chest and engorged penis. He shuddered. “I want to go for a ride,” I said. “You, in the dark. All right, baby?” I didn't wait for his answer, but leaned over and tongued him deeply. He attempted to reach up to wrap his arms around me, but his body shook, weakened by desire. “A long, hard ride into an exploding sunset.”

He sighed.

Darla and Tom had been quietly watching our exchange. I tossed one of the leather ties to Tom, and he secured Steve's left arm to the headboard while Darla helped me with his other arm. Then I put the blindfold on him. “In the dark,” I repeated. “You love it in the dark, don't you?”

He murmured his answer as I straddled him, rubbing my wet sex slowly over his chest, inching up in increments until I reached his mouth. His tongue entered me and I moved my hips upward, letting it slide out. Then, as if in slow motion, I came back down until only the tip of his tongue was inside. I hovered there for a moment, while he strained his neck, trying to gain access to more of me. I let him in, but only a fraction of an inch, and then backed off. He cried out, yelled my name in protest, and I promised that soon he would experience the most astounding orgasm of his life.

Steve pulled against his restraints, his fingers curling, clawing
the air, and he raised his legs in an attempt to grab me. There was no way he could. I kept my sex dancing over his mouth, but never close enough to satisfy his hunger. As I moved, I fondled my breasts and held Tom's eyes. He watched me, tugged at his penis until it was long and hard, and then murmured for Darla to get on her knees.

“No!” I scrambled off Steve, grabbed Darla's panties from the floor, and stuffed them into his mouth. Then I tossed the remaining ties to Tom and told him to turn Steve over. He hesitated. I looked at Darla. She had taken hold of my excitement. Her eyes wide, her breath labored, she stepped up to Tom, picked up the ties, and slapped them across his face. “Yes!” she shouted. “Yes!” A signal passed between them. Tom reached across her and grabbed Steve's leg, pulled it tight, and tugged. There was sufficient slack in his wrist ties to twist them so that they gave enough to let us turn his body over.

Behind the gag, he screamed. He kicked at us, making it difficult to keep hold of his legs, but after a while we managed to secure both legs to the footboard.

Exhausted, I stood back and surveyed the
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Steve's body made across the bed, his muscles pulled taut and shiny with sweat. Seeing him spread-eagled, unable to move, stirred a desire within me I didn't know I possessed. I climbed onto his back, pressed myself to his body, my arms spread over his, my legs splayed like his. “I dreamed a different dream, but it didn't come true.”

On my knees between his legs, I bent to kiss the cheeks of his ass, to gently bite and lick them. My hand caressed his scrotum lightly. Steve still fought, thrashing against the sweat-soaked sheet, but I kept up my kisses, kept petting his heavy sack lightly with my fingers until his hips rolled into the mattress
and his penis was shiny with his juice. His cries behind the gag had quieted to soft moans. I spread his cheeks and wet my finger, pressed lightly on the folds of puckered skin, and stroked his opening, gently escalating the rhythm until his body opened to the pleasure.