Dare Me Again (9 page)
Chapter Three
K
aty could not believe what she was allowing to happen to her. Two men at once!
Both
pleasing
her
. And she was going to let them. She threw the last of her hang-ups out the door. She was here, she was going to enjoy every single moment like there was no tomorrow. Because there would be no tomorrow. Not like this.
If
she could face Evan. And God help her if she ran into the stranger again. But she wasn’t going to worry about that now.
Now the only thing she was going to worry about was how much she was going to enjoy giving Evan a blow job, while this green-eyed stud fucked her senseless.
And wasn’t Evan going to be pleasantly surprised. He loved it when she went down on him more than intercourse. He was thick. He had a gorgeous wide head, and he knew how to use it, but this stranger’s cock was what porno movies were made from and she was so sopping wet with anticipation for it she could hardly stand it.
Her lovers moved in perfect sync. When Evan pushed his finger into her, Green Eyes withdrew his thick finger from her pussy, but at the same time he held on to her clit with his blistering lips, sometimes grazing that sensitive nub with his teeth. It drove her crazy. Then when Evan pulled out, Green Eyes slid deeply into her, and suckled her clit as he flicked it with his tongue. Dear God but it was like nothing she had ever experienced before.
Green Eyes made small contented sounds as if he were enjoying a feast. Maybe he was. Evan always said her pussy was the most delicious item on the menu, and in all the women he had gone down on, he never enjoyed one the way he did hers. She was tight, and for as much as she was being naughty right now, she’d had only four lovers in her thirty-year life, including Evan and this stranger. Perhaps she’d have to rethink her reasons for being so chaste.
The momentum of their fingers pushed her closer to the hovering orgasm, and just as it uncoiled within her, the stranger latched onto her clitoris and sucked it hard, curving his long thick finger into her G spot. Evan’s teeth sunk into her neck right where it met her shoulder, and he quickly thrust his finger in and out of her, machine-gun rapid. It was all too much and not enough. She screamed, not caring if the entire police department arrived on scene. The intensity of the orgasm wrecked her from the inside out, and before she could come down from it, Evan pulled her away from Green Eyes’ hot mouth and hand and carried her to the bed.
“Keep the heels on, and get on all fours,” Evan commanded. Her body quaked with the aftermath of her orgasm, nowhere close to recovering. She couldn’t believe he’d done that! He knew this was her first!
“Evan,” she gasped. “A minute—”
He grabbed a condom from the dresser top and tossed it to Green Eyes, who looked like he was ready to throttle Evan. “Put that on and get behind her.”
“I’m clean,” Green Eyes growled, then turned to Katy, and softly but firmly asked, “Is that what you want, sweetheart? Me behind you?”
Her pussy clenched so tightly at the intimate way he spoke to her and the thought of him inside of her, she creamed herself. “Yes,” she hoarsely whispered. “Please.”
Evan wasted no time as he positioned Katy so that she was facing him as he stood in front of her, his anxious cock wagging in front of her face. She reached out to take it into her mouth, but he grabbed her chin gently and shook his head. He opened the nearby bathroom door that had a full length mirror attached to it and angled it so that they could watch themselves. Katy shivered anxiously as she caught Green Eyes’ smoldering gaze in the mirror. He looked impatient to get inside her. Her pussy clamped and unclamped, the juice of her arousal moistening the inside of her thighs. God, she never dreamed she could feel this way.
“I want to watch your face when he enters you and I want you to see it, too,” Evan said.
“Yes,” she breathed. “I want to see everything.”
“Easy does it, sweetheart,” Green Eyes crooned as he slid his big hands along the curve of her ass cheeks before grasping the cradle of her hips from behind. And despite her eagerness for him, and his for her, he was gentle as he guided that massive cock slowly into her weeping pussy.
Katy let out a long expansive moan as he filled her. The sublimity of sensation beyond her imagination. It was—it was—there were no words to describe the sensuality of the sensation of feeling him slowly fill her, as she watched his face tighten with desire, the blaze of green fire in his eyes, and the way her blue eyes shone and her lips parted in breathless abandon. If she could encapsulate the vision of just the two of them at that moment and time, she would never have need of a man again, because the picture they painted was carnal knowledge at its most basic.
“Beautiful,” he said as he hit the core of her.
“Eyes open, Katy, watch yourself,” Evan commanded. It was all she could do not to close her eyes and enjoy the glorious rapture of that thick rod sliding slowly into her.
“You look so fucking hot right now,” Evan hoarsely whispered. When her eyes turned up to his, he had his cock in his hands, slowly stroking himself. “So fucking hot.” He guided the blunt head to her waiting lips.
“Fuck me with your mouth, Katy, like he’s fucking your pussy with his cock, and don’t take your eyes off yourself as you do it.”
Wet and needy, her pussy fisted the cock inside of her as she creamed. Green Eyes moaned, grasping her hips tightly. “Sweetheart, you are so damn tight and wet, let me set the pace or I’m going to explode.”
“You wait until I say you can come,” Evan growled at Green Eyes.
Green Eyes’ fingers tightened on her hips signaling his anger. But she didn’t want him to come yet, not when she knew she was going to come again herself, and this time, she was going to ride it all of the way out and enjoy it for what it was, because knowing her track record, it could very well be her last.
Slowly, Katy sucked Evan’s swollen cock into her mouth. Watching him watch her and watching the stranger taking her from behind made her pussy spasm in all sorts of ways. It was indescribably delicious and she wondered if she would be ruined forever for one-on-one sex. This was so damned decadent. She had come so easily at the stranger’s mouth, something that never happened, and she knew she was going to come again by his cock. Another first.
Evan sank his fingers into her wild mass of tangles, and slowly began to thrust deeper into her mouth. She took all of it. One thing she had never been shy about was her affection for Evan’s cock. Maybe it was because it was so responsive to her. She loved touching it, licking it, manipulating it to granite, and Evan had always appreciated her efforts. Still, it was hard to concentrate on him while her pussy was being so properly fucked. And Green Eyes could fuck.
He was as worked up as she. His fingers dug into the cradle of her hips, causing Katy to whimper in pleasure. She loved being dominated by these two men, and loved that Evan was calling the shots because never in a million years could she admit that what she was doing right now was something she never had the courage to fantasize about.
“Pay attention to my cock, Katy, suck harder, take me deeper.”
Immediately she obeyed. Balancing on one hand she cupped his smooth balls, and sucked him all of the way to the back of her throat. His sharp hiss of breath made her smile even with such a mouthful. He held her head firmly between his two hands, keeping her on point.
Her skin shimmered, slick with sweat. The sound of Green Eyes’ hips slamming into her ass as his heavy balls swung up and slapped her swollen clit, coupled with Evan’s cock thrusting in and out of her mouth, had her on the verge of total meltdown. Saliva dripped down Evan’s shaft, the sound of his grunts and his slick thrusts a total turn-on.
She whimpered as her body tensed with the impending climax. It was so hard to leash, it thrashed and thrust within her, demanding release. She whimpered again, feeling it slipping out of her control.
“Come, Katy,” Evan commanded. “Come now!”
At his command, her body shattered.
Oh, God.
She grabbed on to his cock, sucking him down her throat as her pussy fisted the other cock slamming in and out of her. In that perfect storm of erotic overload, she came in a wild, crazy, out of control orgasm that shook her from Evan slamming her mouth to Green Eyes ramming her pussy. It was epically perfect, and she knew that after this moment, she would never be the same.
As her body came apart at the seams, the stranger behind her dug his fingers painfully into her hips, jettisoning her orgasm into the stratosphere. He cried out in primal satisfaction, his hips bombarding her pussy. Caught up in the wild storm of their simultaneous orgasms, Katy closed her eyes for one brief perfect moment as she absorbed the frenzied sensations crashing wildly between her body and the one buried deeply inside her.
When she opened her eyes, and her gaze clashed with Evan’s hot gaze in the mirror, her pussy clamped harder around the orgasming cock inside of her, his furious yet predatory gaze adding mileage to her orgasm.
“You’re killing me, sweetheart,” Green Eyes groaned, clasping her hips against his, holding her immobile as the last vestige of his orgasm rolled through them both. She didn’t want it to end.
Evan cursed, abruptly pulled out of her mouth, and as he did, he grabbed Katy beneath the armpits and yanked her off the cock imbedded inside her. He flipped her over on to her back, grabbed her knees and spun her around. He yanked her toward his cock, then grabbing her hips he pulled her toward him as he moved into her, impaling himself deep inside of her.
“What are you doing!” she gasped.
He thrust into her. “Fucking you the way you should be fucked.” Her liquid muscles grasped him, holding onto him, milking him from the orgasm she was still experiencing.
He looked up and past her to Green Eyes. “Your party’s over, get out of here.”
“You’re a sick fuck,” the stranger said as he pulled the wet condom off and flung it on the floor. Before he made a move for his clothes or for the door, he caught Katy’s eyes in the mirror. “Do you want me to leave?”
No, she wanted him to stay. But—Closing her eyes she turned away from him and said, “Yes.”
“You got it.” She could only open her eyes after the door slammed shut, signaling his exit. Katy didn’t want to know what evil adjectives he was using to describe her at the moment. She would never see him again, and she was very okay with that because she doubted she would be able to face him.
Discover the BAD BOYS of the Bay and read an excerpt from Book One: BREAKING BAD
“Y
ou’re really going to do this?” Jack asked Simon for the tenth time since he’d announced his engagement last month. He still couldn’t come to terms with the fact that his best friend was going to settle down. To go home to the same woman every night. For eternity. He shook his head. Jack could never give that much of himself to anyone.
His old friend nodded as he straightened his tie. “Nothing and no one can stop me.”
Jack grinned. “I still can’t believe it, West. I remember all those years ago in boot. ‘No woman is going to come between me and all those other women.’ Sound familiar?”
Simon smiled and shook his head. “Yeah, well, I was young and foolish.”
They’d both been. Fresh out of high school and property of the United States Army. They’d joined together and served their four together. They had a bond shared only by those who stared death in the face on a daily basis. After their second tour in Iraq they didn’t reenlist, though their career paths continued to run parallel. Simon went to work for the Sheriff’s Department in the South Bay close to his family and Jack headed to Oakland, where the action was. Only his time with Oakland PD hadn’t been enough of a brain stretch. He’d wanted more of a challenge and went to work for the feds.
“Kat is a hell of a woman,” Jack said. “The minute she walked into the briefing room, I knew you were fucked.” Jack threw his head back and laughed, then got serious. “Fuck that up and I’ll be the first one to offer her a shoulder to cry on.” He meant it, too. Dr. Katrina Winslow was one in a million. A genius, hot as hell, and she had balls. The chick trifecta.
“Not going to give you the chance, man.” Simon said, then looked at Jack and smirked. “What about that long drink of water you were drowning in back in the day? That sheriff’s daughter? Ever look her up?”
Jack’s face tightened. So did his groin. Stevie Cavanaugh. The one that got away. Or more like the one he’d run like hell from. He’d done her wrong. But it was for the best, he’d told himself these last seven years. He still believed it. She had wanted too much from him. He’d seen it in her eyes. The way she spoke, the way she . . . Fuck it all to hell. She was better off without him. Because of what he’d done—leaving her after she’d given him what every guy in the academy wanted from her—she could only think the worst of him, and that’s what he’d wanted. It was easier not to have to hurt her again. And he would. Eventually. Far worse.
But that didn’t mean he didn’t think of her. Because he did. Often. Too damn often.
“Yeah, I’ve been keeping tabs on her through her captain. Russo was my FTO. He’s got his hands full with Stevie. She’s a pistol.”
Simon slapped him on the back as he pulled on his suit jacket. “Does she know her captain’s feeding you intel?”
“Hell no! If she caught wind of me being back in California, she’d hunt me down and saw my balls off with a spoon.”
Simon slapped him on the back again. “Look, man, I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but you’re a fool if you stand on the sidelines. It’s been what? Seven years since you were with her? And she’s still under your skin?” Jack swiped his hand across his chin and nodded. “Go after her, man. Do whatever the hell it takes until she surrenders. Then slap a ring on her finger and make it legal.”
Jack shook his head in amazement and whistled. “I’m going to miss my old friend Simon, the beast.”
Simon grinned. “I’m not. Now, tell me, best man, do you have the ring?”
Jack patted the small velvet box in his trouser pocket. “I’ve got it. But there’s still time to run.” Jack would, despite how amazing Dr. Katrina Winslow soon-to-be Katrina West was. Jack was not ready to settle down. He was bad to the bone and liked it that way. No woman, not even the one that got away, could break his bad.
“Not on your fucking life,” Simon said striding past him, a man on a mission. Suicide mission if you asked Jack. Women in general were forgettable. Except the one itch he hadn’t been able to scratch out of his system.
