Authors: Tielle St. Clare
Mace finally lifted his mouth and Devin gasped. Her head
spun at the loss.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered against her lips then
dropped down onto the bench beside Cayl.
“She is most intriguing,” Cayl agreed. “I do not quite
understand the fascination but…” He looked at Mace, as if searching for an
explanation. Mace didn’t answer. Instead, he put his hand on her breast. His
fingers were rough compared to Cayl’s soft skin. Mace flicked his thumb across
her nipple.
Cayl stared, watching the caress. Mace bent down and placed
one light kiss to the tight peak. Sensitized beyond reason, she arched up into
the delicate caress.
Cayl’s fingers tightened on the outside of her legs. “She is
aroused.” It was a statement, not a question, lust and need shimmering beneath
his words.
“Hell yes,” Mace asked. His fingers pinched her nipple, just
a shade too hard, just a bit too much. The pain shifted in her body, like the
spanking, becoming pleasure, and sending a lovely shiver into her pussy.
Cayl slid his hands up her thighs, wrapping his fingers around
her ass. “Is she hard as well?” Devin sat up and looked down. The hard bulge of
his erection pressed against his pants. His eyes darkened. And he shook his
head. “No. She would not be hard. She would be wet.”
Before she could even think to protest—not that she was
really sure she
could
protest—he slipped his hand under her skirt and
zeroed in on her sex, his fingers bumping into her panties.
“Hmm, her covering seems quite damp.”
“Covering?” Mace asked. He flicked his tongue across her
nipple as if promising it he would return and looked at Cayl.
Displayed for both males, Devin remained still, waiting,
anticipating.
“The material covering her pussy.”
She gasped. She was almost sure that word hadn’t been in his
“collective memory” but then remembered Mace had used it.
“Listen, we—”
They ignored her.
“Oh, her panties.” Mace’s voice shifted from confusion to
teasing. She still didn’t know if he believed Cayl was an alien but he seemed
willing to play along.
“Panties. Yes.” Cayl blinked and ran his fingers along the
front panel, then under the lace opening at the leg. “That makes clear sense.”
She gulped, because they were so casually discussing her underwear. “But feel—”
Cayl slipped his hand out, grabbed Mace’s wrist and pushed his fingers beneath
the shallow hem of her skirt. She braced herself for a hard slam but there was
just a brush across her upper thighs.
“Easy, man.” Cayl flinched at the reprimand. Mace shook his
head but didn’t pull his hand away. “A woman’s pussy should be approached
gently. You want her to invite you back in.” His fingers whispered across the
front of her panties. “Hmm.” He repeated the stroke, a little harder. “Do you
shave, baby?”
“W-wax.” The word came out breathy and soft, so soft she
wasn’t sure Mace had heard her until the light in his eyes flared and Devin
knew she was in trouble. Mace’s hand curved around her thigh. Ever observant,
Cayl watched and matched the touch.
“Nice. Spread your legs a bit more, baby,” Mace growled.
Devin’s cheeks burned.
“Please—”
Stop.
That’s what she was going to say.
Stop.
Except the word wouldn’t come out of her mouth. She inched down farther into
the booth and pushed her knees wider. The skirt rose until it reached the
crease between her thighs and hips. Hot strong hands slid around and cupped her
ass, easing the material higher.
Breath caught in her throat at the thought that others,
people walking along the pathway could see her ass. A shiver clenched her
pussy. She wiggled and the movement pushed the skirt even higher. She leaned on
the table to stay upright. Cayl’s hand supported her thigh, his fingers
wickedly close to her pussy.
Mace seemed know what she was doing. “That’s it, baby. Let
them see your pretty ass.” His words were accompanied by a soft stroke to her
pussy. “But only we get to see this sweet little cunt.”
She nodded her agreement. He smiled and leaned up, placing a
kiss on her mouth, rewarding her for giving him the answer he wanted. He
flicked his tongue across her upper lip then returned to his place beside Cayl.
“Let’s pull this little bit of nothing away.” He tugged on
her bikinis, pulling the sides down, stretching them across her spread thighs.
Mortified, a whimper escaped her throat. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. No one but us
can see you. Just us.” His words stroked her skin just as his fingers did,
tempting and soothing at the same time. “And we want to see your bare pussy.”
She pressed her lips together, holding back the sounds
echoing in her head—pleas for more, begging for them to stop. If she allowed
herself to speak she didn’t know what would come out.
Hot rough fingers slid across her skin, along the tops of
her thighs—Mace’s touch gentle but deliberate, Cayl’s more cautious, a bit
awkward. He was taking Mace’s advice to heart, approaching carefully.
“This is most intriguing.” Cayl spoke the words so softly
she wasn’t sure he knew he’d said them aloud. The caresses drew closer, inching
past her panties, the taut material biting into her skin. “Mace, this cloth is
irritating and blocking my exploration. May we not remove it?”
She barely heard the words when she felt the “snap” of the
elastic and her panties fell away. She gasped and sat up. Those were
twenty-dollar panties and…oh!
Cayl’s fingers brushed the final inches of her thighs and
whispered across her slit. “So smooth. I had not expected such softness.” His
fingertips dipped between her pussy lips. “Yes, this is where she is wet.” He
lifted his gaze to Mace. “You were right to advise caution when approaching. It
is most delicate and sensitive.”
He pressed forward, grunting as his finger slipped between
her wet folds. Moving by instinct or that damn collective memory, he brushed
his thumb against her clit even as he slid one finger into her pussy.
As he penetrated her, they both froze. Breathing seemed
unnecessary as he watched her. He held his hand still…and then began to thrust,
slow and deep, pressing against the top of her pussy as he stroked her.
“May I put two inside her?” he asked, the question directed
to Mace.
“Hell yes.”
Cayl pulled out and pressed two fingers into her passage.
She moaned as her pussy rippled around his slow, deliberate penetration. The
sensation—so deep inside her—sent shock waves through her body. A ripple ran up
her spine and her back arched. Twin growls tore from Cayl and Mace. As if they
coordinated it, they leaned forward, moving as a unit, each latching onto a
nipple. The strong suck drew another cry from her lips.
“I—M—Ma…” Words wouldn’t form in her brain. The steady pulls
to her nipples competed with the wicked rhythm of Cayl’s fingers pumping inside
her. He seemed to move by instinct, working her cunt, teasing her.
Their hands held her steady, held her in place as they
sucked.
She pumped her hips up, unable to stop her body from moving,
needing him deeper. “Fuck, that’s pretty.” Mace’s breath surrounded her nipple,
heating the tight peak before he lapped at it.
“She is slick and tight,” Cayl said, his voice full of
wonder. He tightened his grip on her ass and held her in place as he drove his
fingers deeper, harder into her pussy. She cried out, meeting his thrusts. “I
believe she is close to her climax. How do I help her reach it?”
“Rub her clit.” Mace whispered the words, then reached down
and added his touch. His finger slipped between her folds, just teasing. The
delicate caress flooded her pussy with liquid.
“Yes, continue. I believe she is near.” Cayl’s fingers
pumped harder, faster. He stared at her pussy, his green eyes glowing in the
dim light. Part of her mind came awake—his eyes were actually glowing—but she
couldn’t pull away. “Come. I wish to feel it.”
The hunger in his voice blended with Mace’s caress and
pushed her over the edge. Wicked vibrations rippled through her body. She clung
to the two solid objects as the rest of her world exploded. She would have
screamed if Mace hadn’t been there, his mouth muffling her shout as she came,
her pussy contracting around Cayl’s fingers.
As the world returned to focus, Devin became aware of two
things—voices murmuring and the fact that Cayl’s fingers were still inside her.
She lifted her head and took a quick survey. At some point she’d dropped
forward, her head resting on Mace’s shoulder. She still straddled Cayl’s thighs
but Mace’s body held her upright.
Soothing words whispered through her fogged brain. Mace’s
voice telling her how beautiful she was, how sexy, how he wanted to spread her
out on a bed and lick her pussy until she screamed, fuck her. Hands still moved
across her skin but the touches were light, comfort replacing arousal.
Feeling almost drunk, she lifted her head. Her bangs fell
across her eyes and scraped her fingers through her hair and pushed it back
away from her face. Her cheeks burned as she came back to reality and she
couldn’t look at Mace or Cayl.
“We should—”
Before she could finish, Mace reached around and tugged her
skirt down. The material fell over her ass. He gave her a little nudge,
encouraging her to push up on her knees. The hem slid back to the top of her
thighs, shielding her bare pussy. Shaking her head to clear some of the fog,
she looked at him. He smiled, then looked beyond the table to the three people
standing a few feet away…watching. Devin gulped.
Vanessa stood with another woman and a short, stocky guy.
The man wore only leather shorts and a collar around his neck.
“You sure she doesn’t play?” Vanessa asked. The predatory
tone in her voice made Devin shift a little closer to Mace.
“Only with us,” Mace answered. He patted Devin’s ass, then
left his hand in place, the movement blatantly possessive.
Cayl’s fingers slipped out of her and he put his hand on her
hip as if claiming ownership as well.
“Too bad.” Vanessa looked at Devin and winked, then returned
her gaze to Mace. “I hope that information helps.”
“I’m sure it will.”
The mention of the word zapped Devin back to the reason they
were there. She twisted around and looked at Vanessa. “Information?”
Mace grabbed Devin’s jacket and tugged on it, pulling it
shut and turning her back around.
“I’ll tell you about it later.” The command in his voice
warned her to obey. Her normal reaction would have been to smack him but in
this atmosphere and with the cover they’d already established, she lowered her
eyes.
“Yes, Sir.”
The hand on her ass tightened as a reward.
“Good night, Vanessa,” Mace said. His tone was neutral. He
stood up and shielded Devin as he eased her off Cayl’s lap. Cayl groaned as she
pulled away. Not really meaning to she glanced down. He was still hard.
Sympathy aches flared in her pussy.
Cayl stood as well. He looked a little more disheveled, a
little more dazed now. He cleared his throat. “You have knowledge you wish to
share with us?”
“Let’s step outside.”
Mace was in full command as he took Devin’s hand and led her
through the now crowded room. Her mind blanked on the reality that all these
people might have seen her, might have watched as Cayl had finger-fucked her,
and she wouldn’t have noticed. Wouldn’t have cared. In those few moments all
that mattered was Cayl’s fingers inside her and Mace’s mouth on her.
She’d forgotten all about the alien bad guy they were
chasing.
Mace practically dragged her from the club but she didn’t
resist. They had found no traces of Harken and really she needed to be away
from the overwhelming sex in the club.
Cool night air draped across her skin and Devin sighed.
Every nerve sizzled, firing beneath her skin. She lifted her chin, arched her
back and let the breeze flow over her, cooling her.
“Careful, baby.” Mace’s voice rumbled just above audible
sound. “You’ll find yourself bent over the hood of your car and fucked until
all the neighbors come out to watch.”
Devin jerked to a stop and looked down. Her jacket, which
had provided minimal coverage early in the night, was open and her breasts
bared to the world. She’d walked through the bar, flashing her chest at every
patron.
Mortification settled like a weight on her soul. She yanked
the edges of her jacket closed.
“Why didn’t you say something?”
Mace scoffed. “Seriously? Did I mention you have fantastic
tits?”
“But I—”
“He is correct. They are most impressive,” Cayl agreed. “And
delicious as well.”
Chapter Four
Mace watched and even though the light was dark he could
tell Devin’s cheeks were bright red. He didn’t understand why. She was
gorgeous. Round and soft and sexual. She didn’t seem to realize how attractive
that combination was. Didn’t know that given half a chance, he’d have her home,
spread eagle on his bed and filled with his cock.
His
hard
cock because fuck, seeing her orgasm almost
made him come, but he’d held back. He wasn’t a teenager and coming in his jeans
was uncomfortable. But damn, as soon as he got home…
He glanced at Cayl. The guy had a hard-on as well. Not
unexpected. Of course, if Devin had been straddling
his
thighs, there
was no way she would have left the club unfucked. There were rooms, places
where he could have had her.
He didn’t know what to think about Cayl. The guy was
strange. There no denying that. Mace couldn’t decide if Cayl actually believed
he was an alien or if it was some kind of Star-Trek-Star-Wars-Super-Fan kind of
thing.
But he was hot and Mace could put up with strange for hot.
He had in the past. Those encounters hadn’t always ended well but Cayl didn’t
seem violent.
Devin wrapped her arms around her waist. Mace guessed she
meant to hide her tits but she didn’t seem to realize the pose just lifted her
breasts and made the cleavage deeper.