Blade Dance (6 page)

Wallis didn’t need a reminder of what had proven to be an awkward evening. “Yeah, and I blame that squarely on too many mojitos.”

Moving carefully, Wallis slid off the high mattress, hopped over to the antique chaise lounge by the window.

“Michael Gallo. Here. Anchor.” She took control, pointed to the cushions.

Michael covered the brocade with a bath sheet thrown to him by Austin, kicked off his briefs, and reclined on the low, narrow chaise. Austin tossed the bottle of lubricant to his buddy. Michael dripped the silky stuff on his growing member, stroked himself to fullness.

Wallis lifted the casted leg up and over Michael’s muscular thighs. She straddled his black-furred groin, kneeled on her good leg, let the damaged limb hang over the side so those toes touched the floor. He guided his cock carefully, rubbed her clitoris with the crown before he pushed into her. Because of his size, it took her a bit to settle comfortably on his shaft.

Michael gave her body a moment to adjust, then began to pump into her, his big hands on her hips, hitting a rhythm that pleased her. Wallis lay forward, pressed her breasts against his, enjoyed the softness of his dark body hair. Even with the lube doing its job, the friction between their flesh, added to his pubic curls rubbing against her naked girl parts, heated her up in a hurry.
Wow, this is gonna be quick, damn. I guess I missed my fellas more than I knew
.

“Austin Cooper, make this happen. And don’t mess around. I already bypassed sweet and sexy in favor of hot, deep, and fast.”

“As you wish, Your Majesty. Gallo, hoss, you with me?”

Michael groaned as Wallis managed a little twist of her pelvis, even with her awkward leg cast. “
Jeez
, God, Austin, she’s killin’ me here. If you’re planning on doing something, you’d better do it before it’s too late.”

Austin squeezed some lube into his hand, reached under Wallis. As she moved on an upstroke, he grabbed the base of Michael’s pumping cock, spread more lube on him, slid a finger alongside the shaft and into Wallis’s pussy.

Michael jerked. “Damn, Coop, what the hell?”

Wallis was quite sure the men had never touched each other before, except for incidental contact when the three of them writhed together. The idea that they were touching each other, and touching her, increased her pulse rate to an even higher level, as well as a flush that reached from her toes to her ears. And the smell! The aroma of two testosterone-driven males mixed with the scents of their own colognes swirled around her. She drank in the heady odors.

“Gallo, go with me here, will ya?” Austin’s finger continued to piggyback on Michael’s cock as they both surged into Wallis.

He dripped lube along the crevice of Wallis’s buttocks, removed his finger from her pussy, pierced the tight rosette of her ass with just his fingertip.

Wallis moaned. “
Omigod
. Oh damn, guys, I’m gonna—”

“No, baby, not yet.” Austin removed his finger. “Michael, hold still for a moment.”

There was barely room on the narrow chaise, but Austin knelt between Michael’s spread legs.

Wallis’s thighs took the brunt of the stretching as she straddled Michael, but she kept her bum leg out of the way. Her inner thigh muscles would be on fire later, but anticipating Austin’s plan cancelled out all thoughts of possible discomfort.

Austin moved his hands along Wallis’s ass cheeks, applied more lubricant. He slid his finger into her again, this time, all the way. He moved the digit in time with her moans. The careful finger-fucking lasted long enough for her to get comfortable with the sensation. He added a second finger.

“Omigod, baby, that feels so different.”

“But does it feel good, darlin’?”

“Oh, yeah, you know it does.”

He slowly, teasingly, removed his fingers. He masturbated against her ass, using more lube. By the time his slippery cock head breeched her hole, he had her crazed with need, crazed with lust. His hands replaced Michael’s on her hips. He pushed into her, slowly, small increments at a time, until he was buried, tight and deep.

Suddenly, Wallis howled then jammed herself down on Michael’s cock. “Oh, man, Gallo, fuck me baby, fuck me hard!”

His hands gripped her shoulder blades then he did just that. Fucked her like it was the last time they’d ever do it.

Wallis went a little crazy. Penetrated by both her men, stretched beyond the limits of her flesh, her pussy and ass on fire, she came in an explosion of burning pain and colossal pleasure. She screamed as “
omigod-yes-yes-yes
” roared from her lungs. Her damaged leg could have fallen off and landed on the floor for all the difference it made, as she alternately ground her pelvis against Michael’s, then pushed back against Austin’s raging cock. Each orgasm rolled into the next, until she wouldn’t have recognized her own name.

Austin’s voice sounded cracked and hoarse. “Gallo, man—”

“I’m right there, Coop,
do it now
!”

Both men exploded within her. She didn’t know if it was physically possible, but she was sure she felt every pulse, every drop of cum as their seed blasted into her tight, overstretched channels.

Austin finally collapsed against her, squashed her between him and Michael.

“Coop, baby, I can’t breathe.”

“Sorry.” He pulled out, very carefully. When he could move, he stood, headed for the bathroom. He returned with warm, damp washcloths and hand towels.

Wallis moaned. “Austin, I’m stuck. My legs won’t work.”

He lifted her off Michael, helped her to the bed.

“Pain meds, baby, please!”

He returned with a couple of capsules and a glass of orange juice. “These are the strong ones. One capsule, or two, max.”

“Three. Now.” He gave her a raised eyebrow look as he handed her the two. She popped them into her mouth, guzzled the juice.

Letting her stretch out, using the gentlest touches, Austin wiped Wallis’s body. He took his time, and she relaxed under his ministrations. When he was finished, he tossed another wash cloth and towel to Gallo.

Michael looked wounded. “What’s wrong, you can’t wipe me down, too?”

Austin made a rude noise. “It’s your junk, you deal with it.”

“Yeah, well, you didn’t mind dealing with it before.”

Austin grabbed the used wet cloth, threw it, hit Michael in the chest.

Wallis didn’t need to wait too long before the meds began to work. She pulled herself up, propped against a mound of pillows, her casted leg resting in relative comfort.

She sighed a happy sigh as she gazed lazily at both men. “Oh, wow. That would be so freakin’ hot.”

Michael gave her a quirky look. “I’m not following. What would be so hot?”

“The two of you, making out.”

He rose from the chaise. “You’re kidding, right? Do either of us act gay?”

The meds were really kicking in, so Wallis grinned. “No, not gay, you homophobic sonofabitch. Two guys, enjoying each other. Think about it. I certainly take pleasure in what you do to me, right? And you enjoy doing things to me. Why not to each other?”

Austin returned from the bathroom, where he’d dumped the washcloths and towels. “Okay, I heard the tail end of the conversation. From the sound of things, I should probably know the beginning, as well.”

“I was merely suggesting that maybe my cowboy and my growly Gallo-bear would enjoy having a serious make-out session with each other.”

That stopped Austin, cold. “I beg your pardon?” He glanced at Michael, who shrugged.

“Don’t look at me. It sure as shit wasn’t my idea, buddy. You talk to her. Or, better yet, talk to the meds. I think she’s gone cuckoo for Cocoa-Puffs.”

“Wallis, have you lost your grip? I think Michael is right. You need to lay off the pain pills.”

“Not at all, I’m feelin’ better by the minute. I’m just saying. I totally get off on everything you guys do to me, right? Right. So, what’s to stop you from getting off with each other? I have sex loads of times with one of you while the other watches, right? Why can’t I watch the two of you? It only seems fair.”

The men looked at each other in disbelief at the direction the discussion was taking. Austin found his voice first. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

She nodded. “Oh, yeah. The more I think about the two of you gettin’ it on, the hotter I get.”

Austin shook his head. “I think the meds are definitely doing a number on her brain.”

Michael continued to stare at her as if she’d gone totally ‘round the freakin’ pipe, which made her giggle.

“And what would you be doing during this masculine frolic, dare I ask?”

She slowly spread her thighs, rested her cast on a pillow, and covered her freshly shaved mound with her hand. She pulled her blushing labia apart with two fingers, exposing her still-sensitive clitoris.

“I guess I’d be obliged to amuse myself.”

Chapter Five

Wallis couldn’t believe the words, the suggestions, which poured out of her mouth.
Okay, granted, a few years ago, I wouldn’t have even considered the possibility that I’d be living with two men, either
. Times and outlooks had certainly changed in her formerly unadventurous little corner of the world.

Funny thing, she wasn’t joking. While she agreed that it might be the drugs doing the speaking, the more she imagined her men getting physical with each other, and not in a
Fight Club
fisticuffs sorta way, the hotter she got. Considering that she’d enjoyed an orgasm unlike any in her past life— more like a string of
oh-shit boy-howdy
orgasms, one immediately after the other—the level of anticipation was rising. Fast.

Maybe that’s it. Maybe too many endorphins are swirling around my brain, followed by Most Excellent pain meds
. Having two cocks hammering into one’s body certainly did weird and wonderful things to a girl’s thought processes.
Wow
.

Austin stood, spread legged, arms folded across his chest, his golden hair sparkling in the lamp light. “Bad timing, anyway. We just came. Both of us. Hard. In case you missed it.”

“Remember who you’re talkin’ too, buddy. I know for a fact you’re both capable of more than once during a hot and heavy session.” Wallis slid off the bed, still naked, parked herself comfortably on the chaise. She grabbed her pillow, slid it under her cast.
Oh yeah, the pain meds are definitely doing their thing. Yee-ha, baby
.

Michael continued to stare at her. “You’re goddamned serious about this, aren’t you?”

She really gave it some thought, for about ten long seconds. “Yeah, I believe I am. You’re both so damned hot, so sexy. I want to watch you. It’s between the three of us. Who else would know? Please, do it for me? Please?”

Wallis directed her doe-eyes at Austin. She knew he was the easier target, always the first to fold. He was such a sweet, easygoing man, her soft-spoken Texan. Michael, Chicago born, was usually the hard sell. “C’mon, guys. Show me what you can do. Please, please, please?”

She reached between her legs, petted herself, sucked on her fingers, grinned wickedly. “Please?”

Michael spoke, his voice stuck on husky. “Wallis, damn it.”

As she’d hoped, Austin was the first one to make it to the mattress. He rose to his knees at the center of the bed. With a deep sigh that sounded more like a grumble, Michael met him in the middle.

The two friends lowered their gazes to each other’s chests, not knowing what to do next. Austin moved closer, snaked his hand behind Michael’s head, brought him close. Pulled him into a rough kiss.

Wallis held her breath.
Wow, what a kiss
! “Omigod, you are both
so
awesome,
so
freakin’ handsome.”

Two rough and tumble professionals. Scratchy beard growth against scratchy beard growth. Wallis was sure she could come without touching herself. The two men were not only hot, they were
scorching
fucking hot.

Michael’s body posture change as he arched toward Austin, taking the alpha position. As their tongues played, Michael moaned, drew Austin closer. His hand dropped, snaked between their bodies to grip Austin’s cock. As Wallis predicted, Austin’s cock responded, immediately.

With simultaneous groans, the men pushed their hips at each other, ground their groins together. Each man gripped the other, both sex organs attentive and interested. Arms wrapped around each other, the kissing became more intense, the moans louder. Cock fenced against cock as hard, lean buttock muscles flexed with their efforts.

Wallis had everything she could do to breathe. Watching her two men together was the most outrageous thing she’d ever done—although being royally fucked by both of them a short time ago had been Number One on her hit parade. Until now.

As if choreographed, Austin gave in and rolled to the mattress on his back, taking Michael with him. As their breathing efforts became louder, so did Wallis’s.

Michael draped his black-haired leg over Austin’s golden thigh, took Austin’s cock in hand, and jacked it.

“
Ahh
, man, yeah, do that.”

Encouraged, Michael adjusted his body, lowered his mouth to the blond man’s chest, laved his nipples. He moved his mouth down Austin’s torso, finally reached his sex. He dragged his teeth gently over the corona, tugged on Austin’s testicles.

Reading Michael’s body language, Wallis held her breath, one palm covering her sex.
Would he
?

Michael rolled Austin onto his stomach then pulled his hips up until Austin was on knees and elbows. Austin grabbed the bottle of lube that he used on Wallis, tossed it back to Michael. The dark-haired bear slathered Austin’s ass with lube, broke through the virgin hole with a long, strong finger.

Wallis’s sex throbbed and clenched as Gallo broke Austin’s cherry.

Austin moaned. “Damn, man.”

“Want me to stop?”

“No.” His forehead hit the bedclothes. “No, don’t stop now.”

Michael twisted his finger on the in-stroke as he finger-fucked his best friend. When Austin’s body posture relaxed, Michael added another finger, working to stretch the tight muscle. It took some time and coaxing, but suddenly Austin rocked to and fro, working with Michael’s rhythm.