High-Risk Fever (22 page)

“I’m not sure I know how to do this.” He placed his large hands on her hips and stroked her curves.

The sensual touch made her pussy sizzle. She was so ready, couldn’t wait to feel him inside. Warm arousal glided down, a trail of wetness on her inner thighs. She emitted a low moan. “Just put your hard cock between my legs.” She didn’t want to beg, but almost did, almost.

His eyes darkened. With a muted growl deep in his throat, he bent to grab her butt, lifted her, and sat her on the washer.

Thank God
. She spread her legs and moved the dress up to her stomach, baring herself to him. Panting, she focused on his half-open mouth, inhaled his hot breath.

He directed his thick, smooth length to her folds then stopped. A frown grew on his forehead, and he masturbated a little. “I’ve never done this with a girl. It’s so strange.”

“It’s okay. Let me do it.”

She was about to grab his cock when Mica appeared out of nowhere and snuck a hand between her thighs. What was he up to?

Oh, he started a centrifuging program, the devil. The machine vibrated under her ass, with a speedy, rumbling noise echoing in the tiny bathroom.

Todd raised his brows. “What are you doing that for?”

“Wait and see.” Mica grinned.

She gasped as the vibrations from the hard plastic ran through her body, shaking and tickling every sensitive bit of her, pussy, nipples, tongue. Clutching the side of the washer for balance didn’t help much, because her hands and arms trembled. She had no control. A new rush of unmistakable heat built in the deepest part of her, sending waves through her stomach. One stronger than the others made her mew and arch her back. Was she going to come before he even penetrated her?

“Oh, I get it.” Todd placed himself between her legs again, the tip of his hard rod poking between her lips. She was so wide open, it would take one push for him to slide into her wet heat.

“Wait.” Mica put a hand on her ribs and pressed her down on her back. At the same time, he shoulder-bumped Todd away from her.

Now the vibrations made every single bone in her spine shake against the hard surface. She put her feet up on the washer, facilitating the access to her needy entrance. More juices leaked, like a sizzling rain of hot lust. The combination of alcohol in her veins and witnessing the atrociously erotic gay sex had her at the brink of orgasm. She closed her eyes and prayed to be filled
now
.

“Mica, what the fuck?” Todd’s breathing came in quick pulses through gritted teeth. “What the hell’s on your mind?”

Mica laughed. “I said wait. First, you have to learn how to treat a woman.”

“No. I need to come so fucking bad. Look, I’m dripping.”

She opened her eyes. Indeed, semen leaked from the thick, reddish mushroom head in Todd’s fist. Oh, her pussy muscles clenched again. And again.

Ignoring him, Mica gazed at Brian, who stood on the other side of her. “Is okay I taste your wife?”

“Yeah.” Brian was red-faced, his chest hair wet from the shower. He held the bottle of cognac in one hand and his giant erection in the other.

Anne’s head spun, as if she were hanging from a carousel gone mad while her body trembled from the turbine underneath.

Todd groaned. “I swear I can’t wait.” With a grimace of pain, he stroked his cock.

Mica knelt between her spread legs, lapped the tender flesh between her lips, and slid his tongue inside her. Fire shot from her pussy. She couldn’t help squealing and squirming from the sensation. He took what seemed like an eternity to explore every inch, teasing the hell out of her, torturing her. His tongue moved up to her clit and swirled around the tiny pearl before he sucked it into his mouth.

She shouted and jerked her ass up. More wetness squirted from her inner walls, and he licked it up.
Oh God
. Her quivering pussy begged for more, needed a cock to fill her and finish what his tongue had started. “Please.” Breathless, she mewed. “Please fuck me.”

He stood, his lips curling in a satisfied grin. “Oh, we will.”

“We’ll give you what you need, baby.” Brian’s voice was thick.

Beside him, Todd pumped his cock energetically and groaned. “I’m coming.”

“Damn, you always a fast one!” Laughing, Mica hurried aside. “Okay, she’s yours.”

Next thing she knew, Todd plunged inside her with the fierceness and strength of the needy. He looked up to the ceiling, grimacing while sliding in, his hardness rubbing her walls and wetness spurting toward the deepest part of her. The friction had her moaning, and even when he was done thrusting and growling, her muscles continued milking his shaft and shooting waves of pleasure through her.

For a moment, she floated, breathless, having no idea what went on around her.

Someone turned the centrifuge off, and her world ceased to tremble.

She slowly came to. Todd was still inside her, recovering. While struggling to catch her breath as well—and take control of her burning body—she registered Mica lifting her in the air. Brian pulled her dress off over her head and unsnapped the black lace bra, spilling both breasts free. Now she lay naked on the washer, legs and arms spread for the men’s viewing pleasure.

“Oh, would you look at this.” Brian brought the bottle above her chest and spilled a few drops on each breast. “She has the best fucking tits.” The chilly liquid made a sharp contrast to the fog of heat that floated in the small room. The hair on her skin rose and her nipples hardened even more. “Go ahead and taste her,” he told the others.

“This is the part where I learn how to treat her?” With his cock still inside her, Todd leaned forward to lick the booze off of one of her tits.

Mica joined him to lick the other clean. She laughed from the delicious, ticklish feel of their hot tongues on her sensitive skin.

When they were done, Todd and Mica met above her to kiss, sharing the cognac mouth to mouth.

“How was fucking her?” Mica asked him with a grin.

“She’s not as tight as you, but it was nice.” Todd sent her a wink. “I really needed it.”

At his side, Brian fisted his thick, veined shaft, slowly stroking up and down. “I need it, too. Very soon.” With each caress, drops of seminal fluid leaked from his mushroom-headed tip.

Mica’s grin widened. “Now lift her and step back.”

What was he up to? As Todd moved back, his cock pinning her to him, she clutched his shoulders to keep her balance. Mica placed himself behind her, leaning against the machine the same way she had, with the exception of his thick length poking in the air. His hands found her ass and pulled her back toward him.

“What are you doing?” She turned her head to him.

Mica leaned toward the sink and found a moisturizer dispenser. Behind her, he did some back and forth moves that she didn’t see and couldn’t identify. What was on his mind? She was so loaded she could barely think, anyway.

A pair of greasy fingers snuck between her cheeks and stopped at her asshole, smearing the opening.

No!
Her mind screamed, but she only gasped aloud.

One finger slid inside. With a new gasp she instinctively jerked toward Todd, trying to be rid of the intruder behind, but the finger followed her movement and glided farther inside.

“Don’t.” She thrashed sideways in hopes of escaping from Mica’s hold, but was pinned by Todd’s cock.

“Why, does it hurt? You say it and I stop.”

“N-no.”

“No, what? Does it hurt?”

“No, it doesn’t, but I d-don’t
do
that!” She’d always hated the idea of having anal sex. That was for others. She didn’t want to ask herself the reason why the sheer thought of it gave her so much trouble. She just
was
like that. And Brian being content with their one missionary position, he had never suggested trying it.

“It’s okay.” Still buried deep inside her, Todd held her tight. “Just breathe deep and relax. We’re here all the way for you, and you can stop us anytime you want. Okay?”

She didn’t know what to say. She already had a finger inside her ass, and to be honest, it wasn’t hurting in any way. She was adapting. Having a cock in one hole and a digit in the other only increased her excitement. Her inner walls milked Todd’s shaft again, hot fluid leaking from her and around him.

Mica removed his finger and replaced it with the tip of his shaft. “I’m smeared nicely, baby. I promise you’ll love it.”

His cock pressed against her hole, dipping just inside her ring.

Instinctively, she fought again.

“Relax. Trust me.”

She panted, tried to do as he said.

“You trust me?”

Yes, of course she did. From day one, she had been in that man’s hold, at his full control, and trusted him the whole time. He would never hurt her, would only have her best interest at heart. So much that they were part of one another in some strange way and belonged in each other’s lives.

“Anne, you trust me?”

“Oui.” She blew out air.

“Okay, then let me in.”

She closed her eyes, gave into him, surrendered, and opened, if not physically, at least mentally, allowing him inside the most hidden, most secret part of her. She leaned back against Mica’s muscular, heaving chest and rested her head on his shoulder, cheek-to-cheek with him. His long, black hair intertwined with hers, and his familiar scent drifted to her nose. She knew it then. She loved him, and it was okay to love two men at the same time.

Slowly, he eased into her hole with small careful thrusts, waiting for her ring to relax and accept him. Todd’s smooth, gliding movements in and out of her pussy pushed her back against Mica’s hips, pressing his cock deeper. Pinned by both erections, suspended in the air, she felt like floating somewhere in space, not knowing where she was going but trusting the men to take care of her.

“Here, baby. I got sumthin’ for you, too.” Brian’s voice.

She opened her eyes, her view hazy as if seeing through thick lenses.

Brian stood higher beside her; he had probably climbed up on the bathroom stool. Grinning, he fisted his gigantic cock over her stomach and masturbated fast before giving it to her to suck. When she tilted her head and opened her mouth, he pushed half of the thick, warm shaft in, fucking her as deep as she could swallow. He tasted salty, and the new sensation made her pelvis jerk and meet Todd’s gliding hardness. Mica followed her movement from behind.

She was filled and rubbed by three men pushing in and out of her every hole, making her body dance between them.

Once more, heat built in her pussy. Combined with the alcohol in her veins, the musky smell of sex infiltrating the air, and the men’s coordinated ministrations, her excitement would take her over the edge again.

Panting harder, Brian shoved his cock fast between her wet lips, in and out of her mouth. “Yeah, c’mon suck me, baby! Fuck, you’re a good sucker! Oh my fucking God!”

Behind her, Mica grunted low in time with Todd’s thrusts. Pushing into Anne, Todd moved her against Mica at the same time, breathing hard in front of her, keeping a quick, steady rhythm.

“Ooooh.” Brian groaned. “Ooooh fuck.” He pulled out of her mouth and ejaculated thick semen onto her lips and chin, down her throat, and from breast to breast.

Todd leaned forward to lick some of Brian’s cum off of her chest before looking back up with a strained forehead, lips glistening with semen. “Fuck, this is so hot.” His thrusts became more urgent. “So, so fucking hot. You’re gonna make me come again.”

Brian leaned forward and spoke near her ear, blowing hot breath with each word. “Let me help you, baby. I wanna hear you scream.” His thick fingers descended to the spot where Todd’s shaft and her sex connected, touched her clit, and pressed in circular motions. With the other hand, he kneaded one of her breasts, squeezing the hard nipple.

She gasped as sparks of pleasure shot outward from her womb. Her inner muscles gripped the two cocks buried inside, causing more burning juices to leak. When would this stop? She had no control, was not riding anyone but being ridden by sex beasts that sent her flying to bliss. The three men possessed her, dominated her, mastered every tremor that shook her body from top to toe. She flew on an ever-looping rollercoaster ride, immobilized yet ping-ponging to all sides, unable to move or give back to her givers, her sole purpose to take and enjoy.

Then she was swept over the edge and exploded like a rocket, screaming, spasming. With the growl of a beast, Mica came behind her, his stiff length jerking in her ass. And she’d be damned if the two other guys weren’t jubilating.

No one spoke on the way to Montargis. Not only was it early morning, but an atmosphere that could easily be mistaken for grumpiness hung in the Highlander.

In the driver’s seat, Brian stared ahead at the winding road, a lazy hand on the steering wheel and his other on the gear shift. He had attached the two bicycles to the car rear. The boys sat in the back wearing their colorful spandex clothes, heavy rucksacks lodged between them, ready for a day-long trip on the road.

With an elbow on her window, Anne shielded her eyes from the sharp horizontal sunlight. She sighed from the pressure in her chest. Time for good-bye.

She glanced into the rearview mirror. Mica gazed out at the mountain scenery. He wore his long, black hair tied in a ponytail, his golden earring reflecting the sun. Memorizing her seducer’s handsome features, she wished his eyes would drift to hers in the mirror and send her a playful wink. But no.

Maybe he was anticipating the road ahead and the challenges he would meet before nightfall. Or he sensed her scrutiny and refrained from encouraging her.

Brian turned on the radio. Up-tempo, bluesy rock blasted from the speakers, drowning the Highlander’s jet-like engine, but failing to disrupt the words that played in a loop in her mind.
You’re leaving...you’re leaving...you’re leaving
....

The Montargis sign appeared, the same one she and Mica had passed on their way to the doctor. Trapped by the storm that night, they’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms. The memory lit a fuse of warmth in her chest. No matter what happened in the future, the memories they shared tied them together.