Leading Lady (3 page)

An unbidden thought drew her gaze down to her
clutch purse. Jenna had the day’s till in the hotel safe, but these
guys didn’t know that.

“Dina, you look nervous.” Kray’s face
straightened. “Don’t be. Lane and I want this to be a night you
won’t forget.”

She might have relaxed more if Lane concurred
vocally. As it was, the fairer man only stared. The thought to
conjure an excuse to leave suddenly came and went when her gaze
fell to their bulges. Two cocks! Huge ones, at that, circumcised
tips peeking over elastic waistbands. How could she refuse?

If they turned out to be robbers and
murderers, Dina decided, hopefully they’d give her the courtesy of
a few good orgasms before doing the deed. Dying would only inflate
her legend.

“Oh-kay. Well, let’s get right to it, shall
we?” She crossed her arms and reached for the hem of her
scoop-necked shirt, but Lane’s hand stilled hers. The electric
pulse shocked her heart.

“No,” Lane whispered. “You shouldn’t do
that.”

“Why not?” Odd. This was the part where she
was supposed to be naked too.

“You don’t lift a finger tonight,” Kray
supplied. “This night, you are to be pleasured. We will do all the
work. We will undress you as you wish.”

“Oh, really?”
Nice.
She was going to
be pampered. This was a first for the convention circuit. Past
playmates tended not to be as accommodating. Dina shook her head
quickly to jar away memories of those encounters: the guy who had
requested a striptease, the guy who had laughed like Jerry Lewis
during a blowjob, the guy who had pestered her with
Mission:
Jupiter
questions as he fucked her. She wanted to concentrate
on Kray and Lane; these were the only two heavenly bodies she
wanted to conquer tonight, and so far, they seemed saner than
others she’d had.

If only… Dina touched her own ears and arched
an eyebrow at them. “About these…” she began.

Kray ran his fingers through his hair and
momentarily stopped at his pointed ears. “If you please, Ms.
Joseph,” he said, “it’s been a fantasy of ours --”

“Say no more.” Dina sighed, but kept her
smile. Ears weren’t as conspicuous as, say, full-body armor. Now
there
was an experience she’d just as soon forget.

Both men seemed to read her mind. Tonight,
there would be no
Mission: Jupiter
trivia, nothing juvenile.
As Kray and Lane sat on either side of the bed, enveloping her with
their heated desire, she felt ready to come at a verbal
command.

Hands caressed her, smoothing over her
collarbone, shoulders, and arms. As an unseen cloud of vanilla and
lavender wafted around them and numbed her senses, Dina felt a cool
sensation and looked down to see her exposed dark skin, raised with
goose bumps. Lane had managed to remove her skirt and panties
without her moving, and Kray had undone all the buttons on her
blouse and was now unhooking her bra. Sometime during their
ministrations, their shorts had disappeared as well. How had that
happened so quickly?

Soon her breasts were free, vulnerable to
their touch. Each man stroked a breast with amorous synchronicity,
using roughened thumbs to circle her mocha nipples, which
immediately stood to attention. Dina felt the pleasured sensation
shoot straight to her pussy. She needed a cock inside her now, and
judging from how much thicker the ones on either side of her had
become in the last few seconds, she knew Kray and Lane had to share
her thoughts.

“Soon,” Kray whispered in her ear. “Let us
pleasure you first…”

“Dina.”

“What’s that?” Kray asked.

She looked into his eyes and felt a sudden
pang of anxiety. No lust raged in those deep brown eyes as she had
expected. What she saw seemed…different, serious. Yet, somewhat
familiar too. Dina might have felt uneasy had not Lane dissolved
her reserve with a few well-timed kisses on her bare shoulder.

“Call me Dina,” she said, not necessarily to
Kray. “I sensed you were about to call me Ms. Joseph again.” She
squirmed when Kray’s hand pried her legs apart. “I think we’re
beyond formalities. Don’t call me Ms. Joseph, or Mayda.” Mayda had
been good to her at these shows, but Dina wanted her to have none
of this. “Call me Dina.”

“Of course,” Kray said, “Dina.”

Chapter Four

Dina.
Beloved
.

How wonderful to say that name again. How
familiar it felt on his tongue after so many years of self-imposed
silence. To have said her name in the past evoked only sadness and
regret for what might have been. Tonight, however, signaled a new
beginning for Kray, with the two most important people in his life.
All the wrongs of the past decades would be reversed. Only tonight,
and every night thereafter, mattered.

Kray tucked his knees underneath him and
crept up the mattress behind Dina, easing her on her back. “Relax,”
he whispered as he stretched Dina’s lithe yet suddenly tense body.
She was beautiful, her skin smooth like chocolate cream, belying
her true age. He couldn’t wait to explore every inch of her and,
watching Lane’s face split into a wide grin as Dina’s legs parted,
looked forward as well to his partner’s first experience with a
woman.

Dina’s pussy was as smooth as the rest of her
body…ripe and delicious. Kray could see her labia twitch as Lane
shouldered his way between her thighs. Gently, Kray smoothed a hand
to one breast, palmed her nipple, and delighted as it brushed his
skin. Her response to their touch was as he hoped -- giddy and
expectant, feelings to soon give way to thrashing pleasure.

She shifted in his lap; his erection pressed
into one of her shoulder blades. “Dina, please,” he said, and eased
her up slightly to free his cock. Pivoting toward her, he grasped
his shaft at the base and aimed it for her mouth. Oh, how he ached
for her touch.

“Dina, I know we said earlier we would do
what you choose, but I’ve waited so long for this and I was
hoping…”

To his relief, she didn’t protest.

Dina curled her lips outward and pursed them
around the bulging head of his cock. Kray thought he’d go mad when
the tip of her tongue swiped at the precum bubbling on the slit.
Slowly, seductively, Dina applied a suction that saw Kray’s cock
disappear, centimeter by centimeter, into her.

So good.

He wanted to close his eyes and savor the
moment, but the sight of Lane buried between Dina’s thighs was too
stimulating to ignore. Lane seemed to have her entire pussy in his
mouth, given the way his upper lip was clamped over her mound. His
eyes closed and head wavering back and forth, Lane looked lost in
his own world as he ate Dina, a world he’d be loath to depart, if
Kray could correctly interpret Lane’s enthusiasm.

Lane had enjoyed few partners in his time,
all male, yet Kray knew the younger man was looking forward to
forming this mixed triad. He had to wonder, though, how Lane was
eating Dina’s pussy. Did his tongue lap at her swollen lips with
broad strokes as his mouth collected her juices, or maybe Lane was
tracing the edges of her slick core, teasing her with penetration
before sliding up to tap on her clit? Whatever he was doing, Dina
was clearly enjoying it. Kray hoped there would be enough left to
enjoy once Lane was finished.

As it was, Lane was close to bringing Dina to
orgasm; Kray felt it through the sudden tugging on his cock as it
muffled her moans of pleasure. He bent low to caress one breast,
pinching the nipple as she released his cock with a light
pop
and cried her release.

“Mmmmm,” Dina groaned. Kray picked up on the
satisfaction humming through Dina’s body as she rode the orgasm
back to earth. His fingers glided over her raised flesh, reading
her desires. She had enjoyed that first explosion -- yes, there
would be more -- and Kray saw that she hungered still. So she would
receive, but not quite so quickly.

He had waited too long to rush this
night.

* * * * *

This made up for everything -- endless years
of being snubbed for awards, being asked to purr catchphrases on
cue by multitudes of fans, being called Mayda during auditions. As
Lane lifted his head and offered her a sticky, satisfied grin, Dina
realized that if, indeed, these men turned out to be criminals,
they wouldn’t need blunt instruments to kill her. Death by orgasm
had a much, much sweeter ring to it.

“Did you enjoy it?” Lane asked, his voice
betraying the confidence evident in his smile.

“Baby.” She gasped, her abdomen heaving.
“That was incredible.” Imagine what his cock could do; her pussy
twitched in anticipation.

She looked up at Kray, curious that he hadn’t
moved except to fondle her breasts. His cock looked near bursting.
She had loved the feel of it throbbing in her mouth and longed to
taste it again. Yet, she wanted the men to switch places, too. She
had to know how gifted Kray was at eating pussy, had to know how
good Lane tasted…

Kray seemed to read her mind. Suddenly, he
edged Lane to one side and took his place between Dina’s thighs. He
smoothed his fingers over her moistened pussy lips, delving one
finger deep into her slit to massage her inner walls. Dina gasped
at his touch as it quickened, then thickened with the addition of
more fingers.

She arched her back and moaned. Kray
continued to assault her pussy with his hand and tongue. He lapped
at her clit as his fingers scraped inside her, massaging her
G-spot. Lane snaked upward on the mattress to take a nipple hard
between his teeth. Every nerve ending of that breast ignited.
Oh, God, no need to take me to Heaven. I’m already
there
.

Lane pulled at the nipple, then let it slip
through his front teeth. “You like that?”

“Yes.” Dina followed his gaze down the
landscape of her body and stopped at Kray’s face buried in her
pussy. His technique was slower, yet equally sensuous.

“He is so beautiful,” Lane said. She noted a
catch in the man’s voice.

“He is,” she replied softly.

“I love watching him do that to you.”

I love him doing it.
Was that jealousy
in the young man’s eyes? Did he envy Kray for the opportunity to
drive her to orgasm again, or did he envy her for being on the
receiving end of Kray’s attentions? She tried to ponder it, but the
sensations building up in her pussy were too great to ignore. She
lolled her head back and focused on the fire spreading up her
legs.

Lane turned on his side and stroked her
cheek. “What can I do for you now?” He sounded earnest.

Dina leaned closer to let him nuzzle her.
“What were you two doing before I came here?” She bit back a laugh
at Lane’s sudden blush; she didn’t want to embarrass him too much.
“You said, lady’s choice.”

Lane looked away, but she saw a smile.
Hmmm.
Could that coy little move have been an admission of
homoerotic shenanigans? If so, why act so shyly about it, Dina
wondered. It was obvious to her these men had feelings for each
other as well as for her. It definitely wouldn’t repel her to see
them in action.

She braced her arms behind her and lifted her
upper body, splaying her legs farther to grant Kray better access
to her pussy.

“Let me see you suck his cock,” she told
Lane.

* * * * *

Oh, if it were possible to love her even
more…

Kray slid his hands underneath Dina’s ass and
eased her farther up the bed, not missing one second of attention
to her mound. He continued to suckle her clit and nibble her pussy
lips as he found a comfortable position below her, one that would
allow Lane to devour his cock.

Lane didn’t miss a beat, either. He rolled
onto his back, his feet toward Dina’s head, then to one side, and
took Kray’s thick shaft in hand. Kray looked up long enough to see
Dina start to stroke Lane’s erect cock; then the room blurred as
Lane’s lips touched his sensitive head. Dina’s musk and juices,
coupled with the added sensation of his balls tightening in
response to Lane’s ministrations, sent his body into overdrive. If
he shot his load into Lane’s willing mouth now, would there be
enough for Dina?

Looking at her clearly enjoying the show,
smiling, and cooing at them, would she care?

Kray cared, very much, for Dina’s happiness
and pleasure and to be clamped by her sweet vise. Yet, he enjoyed
Lane’s cock trapped tightly between his lips as well. It would be
hell to have to ask Lane to stop.

He eased a reluctant Lane from his cock and
pointed him to the nightstand. “You liked watching that, you
naughty girl,” he said, reveling in the low, throaty giggle that
was Dina’s answer. “You want to see more?”

“Baby, you bet.”

He positioned his cock toward Dina’s waiting,
swollen core. “You want to watch me pound this cock in Lane’s ass,
or do you want some first?”

Her eyes widened. “You’d fuck him for me?”
She looked up at an ebullient Lane as he fumbled with the foil
packets in his hand. “You’ve done it before,” she said
knowingly.

“We’ll do it again or not, your choice. We’ll
do it as we’re doing you, whatever you wish. I could fuck Lane
while he fucks you. That would be so sweet.” It would, too, but
Kray wanted his chance with her first.

“I have an idea,” she said, licking her lips.
“How about you take me first while I work on Lane’s beautiful
rod.”

At the suggestion, he felt his heart lift to
the ceiling.

Reluctantly, they parted long enough to allow
Dina to position herself on her knees. Lane wobbled on the mattress
to kneel before her, and she bowed immediately into his cock,
taking him in one swallow. Grasping her buttocks and spreading them
to reveal hot, waiting pussy, Kray traced the edges of her cunt
with the tip of his cock before pushing into her.