On Being Wicked (5 page)

Forrest shook his head. “I think our slut should be gagged for this part, don’t you? Don’t want her scaring the songbirds.”

Glen chuckled and asked the tree to provide a gag as well. A thick, blunt vine slid around and tapped at her lips. She squished them shut and glared at the men.

Forrest’s eyes tightened at the edges. “For a moment there, she almost
looked
like the wicked witch.”

She nodded her head. The vine tapped her lips again but she still refused to open.

The one between her thighs drove deeper and seemed to find a point in her pussy that had never been touched before. Heavy pleasure surged through her core and she gasped. The vine at her mouth took advantage and plunged between her open lips.

She groaned as it filled her mouth, touching the back of her throat then pulling back, not going too deep but not allowing her any room to speak.

The vine between her legs continued to pump and she moaned, hanging from the ropes holding her hands as her knees weakened.

Her gaze fell to the ground, her hair hanging down around her face as she struggled to get her breath back. Every tiny move ignited a new sensation in her body.

Broad, muscular thighs filled her vision and she tipped her head back. Glen brushed the backs of his fingers across her cheek.

“Okay, baby?”

Chapter Four

Malicia blinked, shocked by the question and the gentle touch. He waited and she knew this was her chance to get free. She could see the honest concern in his eyes. All she had to do was shake her head and he would let her go.

She nodded.

The devilish grin that pulled at his lips made her wonder—briefly—if she’d made the right choice.

He patted the bark on the trunk behind her.

“Now, don’t let her come,” Glen warned the tree.

The vine seemed to understand and retreated, the touches becoming light flutters. She whimpered, the sound coming out more pathetic than she wanted.

Glen stepped back, standing beside his partner.

“You didn’t get a chance to swallow Forrest’s come because you were a bad girl, weren’t you?”

She nodded.

Glen clicked his tongue. “You missed out, because having Forrest come down your throat is a sweet experience.”

The reality behind his statement hit her as Glen dropped to his knees and faced Forrest, both men turning so she could watch. Glen leaned forward and trailed his nose down the full length of Forrest’s cock.

“Oh yeah. I love that smell. Forrest and leather.”

Malicia moaned around her makeshift gag, remembering the scents and touches. Glen opened his mouth and followed the same path with his tongue.

He hummed. “Won’t take much, will it? Our sweet slut got you most of the way.” He lapped at the head, catching a drop of pre-come. He closed his eyes, obviously savoring the taste. She whimpered, wanting that to be her, wanting to be the one making Forrest groan. “So sweet. Let me have it, man. Come down my throat.” He sucked the head into his mouth and plunged down, taking all of Forrest’s cock at once.

Malicia couldn’t pull her gaze away. They looked beautiful. Glen’s head bobbing, his mouth stretched around Forrest’s shaft. Forrest’s neck arched back, straining as he pumped his hips, shallow strokes into Glen’s mouth.

The vine in her mouth started to move, pulsing in time with Forrest’s thrusts. Malicia sucked on the vine, her body sinking into sensation.

Forrest gripped the back of Glen’s head, holding him still, fucking his mouth a little deeper. Both men groaned.

Her pussy ached, the teasing vine between her legs not giving her enough, the one in her mouth not nearly as thick as Forrest’s cock.

The vine between her legs stopped moving, taking away that pleasure entirely.

Please, please.
She heard the words clearly in her head but the vine in her mouth muffled them, turning them into moans.

“Oh man, listen to her. She’s going to scream so loud when we fuck her.” Forrest looked up. Still holding Glen’s head, he met her gaze. “I’m about to come, Glen.” A whimper escaped her throat. She wanted Forrest’s cock, wanted to taste him. She’d earned it.

As if he could read her mind, his lips bent in a daring smile.

She rocked her hips, thrusting up, trying to fuck the vine that now lay limp in her cunt.

Forrest braced his legs wide. Every muscle in his body tensed and he thrust forward one last time. His shout echoed through the forest.

Malicia’s body ached to feel that same release but her gaze locked on Forrest’s hand caressing Glen’s head, silently thanking him, the movement gentle and loving. The sight was so intimate Malicia’s heart ached but she couldn’t look away.

Glen stood up, moving close, his hand still wrapped around Forrest’s cock, stroking it, keeping it hard.

“Man, you taste good,” Glen murmured. Forrest turned his head and their lips met in a kiss, open-mouthed, tongues entwined, bodies pressed together. They seemed to have forgotten she was there.

“You want me to take care of you?” Forrest asked. “It’s been awhile since I’ve had your cock in my ass.” His hand tightened on Glen’s backside. Glen rubbed against him, moving into the caress.

“Hmm, sounds good but I was thinking we could double team our little slut.”

Both men looked at her. She could only imagine the picture she made—naked, pussy juices coating her thighs, green vines penetrating her mouth and pussy. And the glint of silver hanging between her breasts.

Forrest tipped his head to the side and folded his arms over his chest. “Think you can take both of us?”

Her eyes widened and she nodded.

“Because I’m going to let Glen have the first chance at your pussy while I fuck your ass.”

A squeak escaped her throat.

“Have you had your ass fucked?”

She shook her head furiously.

“Don’t worry, baby.” Glen patted Forrest’s hip. “Forrest feels damn fine sliding in. You’ll be screaming in no time.”

She gulped, not sure Glen’s assurance made her feel any better.

Forrest leaned in and tugged on the silver chain. She moaned and thrust her hips up, desperate to be filled, desperate to come.

“Have you learned your lesson, honey?”

Unable to speak, she raised her eyebrows.

“No touching yourself unless we give you permission.”

She swallowed and finally nodded.

“Very good.” He tapped the vine that filled her mouth and brushed aside the one that hung between her legs. “Thank you,” he murmured to the tree. “Just hold her for a few more minutes but I want to hear her scream when we take this off.” He tugged on the silver chain again.

The vine retreated from between her lips and Malicia clamped her mouth shut, determined not to scream.

Glen chuckled and slid his hand across her stomach. Warm and strong, his calloused fingers teased her skin. He dipped his hand down and cupped her pussy, one finger sliding into her passage.

“She’s tight. I’m going to come just putting my cock in her.”

Forrest hummed his agreement but didn’t look away. He met her stare, watching her as his fingers teased the soft skin around her nipple.

“Take a breath, honey.”

Unable to do anything else, she breathed for him. He grabbed the clip on her nipple and released it. Sensation rushed through the tight peak, pain and pleasure blending into one feeling.

“Fuck, her pussy clamped down on my finger when you did that.”

Before she could recover from the first, he removed the second, sending another jolt into her pussy. Her scream rang through the forest and she heard the flutter of wings as birds rushed to escape the noise.

“I’ve got to have her.” Glen’s hand disappeared from between her thighs as the tree released her arms and legs. She sagged into Forrest’s arms, her thighs trembling as he led her back to the wide tree stump where Glen already sat, leather pants open, his cock out, hard and ready for her.

She gasped. His cock was huge, even bigger than Forrest’s.

“She can ride me while you have her ass.”

She shivered. The need to be fucked overcoming her need to be wicked. She wanted to be the good girl for them so she could get these men inside her.

She took a step forward and stared down at the erect cock waiting for her, waiting for her to mount. A lump clogged her throat. Part of her feared actually trying to take the thick head, but she wanted it. Knew that even the little bit of pain would be worth having him fill her.

Forrest’s hands guided her forward, lifting her up, helping her straddle Glen’s thighs.

The big man beneath her watched with hungry eyes.

She realized the difference between the two woodsmen and the prince. Handy had been arrogant that she was aroused.
These
men reveled in her desire.

Glen reached up and cupped her breasts, flicking her nipples with his thumbs. She grabbed his wrists, holding on, almost pulling him away from the hypersensitive peaks.

“Shh, baby. Just feel it.” He tweaked her nipples and she cried out, the pain-pleasure weakening her knees.

“Damn, we’d better get her on your dick before she comes.”

Even though she knew they weren’t talking to her, she nodded.

Strong hands helped her forward, guiding her until she knelt, straddling Glen’s strong thighs, her knees digging into the rough surface of the tree stump. Glen’s full shaft lay against his stomach, mere inches from her pussy.

“Take him, baby. Wrap your hands around his cock and put him inside you.”

Forrest slid his hands to her hips, lifting, giving her the support she needed. She wrapped her fingers around Glen’s shaft and guided the head to her opening. She hesitated and looked up, meeting Glen’s blue stare. Strange that she wanted to see him, to make that connection.

He leaned forward and whispered his lips across hers, giving her a bit of comfort. “Please, baby,” he murmured. “Let me feel your pretty cunt wrapped around me.”

Taking a deep breath, she pressed down, easing the first inch into her pussy. It burned, stretching her soft flesh. She pushed harder, wanting more, wanting to feel him.

“Go easy, pull back, let’s work him in nice and slow.” Forrest’s hold on her hips tightened and he pulled her up, easing her away until Glen’s cock almost slipped out.

“No!”

“Don’t worry, honey. He won’t leave you. You’re going to get fucked nice and hard, just like you want, but your pussy is tight—”

“So tight,” Glen moaned as she lowered again, taking another inch this time.

“See how much he likes it, honey? Just putting his dick in you is driving him crazy.”

She placed her hands on Glen’s shoulders, using him to balance as Forrest guided her up and down, each time helping her take a little more of that wide cock into her pussy. Her juices coated Glen’s cock, making each stroke easier, better.

“So close, baby, you’re almost there. Come on. Take it all.”

Glen’s plea brought to life a realization. She
could
be wicked. Right now.

A daring laugh bubbled out of her. She retreated, eased his cock almost out of her pussy then sank down, not going deep, not taking more, just working the top few inches, riding the head in shallow, slow pulses.

“Oh God. Baby, I’m going to come. Don’t tease.”

She smiled but didn’t take him inside, holding off the climax he craved.

“Damn, she
is
wicked,” Forrest drawled.

“Fuck this.”

She barely had time to process Glen’s growl before he grabbed her hips and pulled her down, plunging his cock all the way into her pussy.

Her gasp blended with his moan. They froze, both reacting to the sensation.

“You okay, baby?” he asked after a few moments. He ran his hands up her back, pulling her toward him as he came forward to meet her. Another light kiss, a flick of his tongue on her lips. Tears pricked her eyes at his gentleness. “Too much?”

She shook her head. He tipped her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. The concern in his eyes melted the remaining ice around her heart. “I’m fine.” She pumped her hips, rocking his cock inside her. “It’s good.”

A low, deep moan rumbled from his chest. She pushed up, closing her eyes and savoring the long lovely slide of his cock. Four strong hands moved over her, not guiding, just touching, pinching her nipples, stroking her hips. She leaned back, letting Forrest support her as she rode the thick cock between her legs.

No urgency. For a moment, she just wanted to feel.

“She’s beautiful,” Forrest murmured.

“She’s going to look even better when you get your dick inside her.”

She sank down, taking Glen’s cock hilt-deep into her pussy.

She tipped her head back and looked up at Forrest. A dangerous glint shone in his eyes and she suddenly felt very innocent. He bent and placed a slow, lingering kiss on her lips, his tongue dipping into her mouth.

“Don’t worry, honey.” Another kiss. “It will hurt just enough to feel good.”

He cupped the back of her head and covered her mouth with his, driving his tongue deep, leaving her no choice but to respond. Long, dizzy moments later, he pulled back. Satisfaction and arrogance flashed through his deep green eyes but Malicia was so caught up in what was going to happen—what she was going to let them do to her—that she could easily ignore the smug smile.

He slipped his hand into his vest pocket and pulled out a short tube. He flipped open the top.

“Just lean into Glen, honey. I’m going to stretch this pretty ass so I can get my dick inside you.”

The bold words tickled her skin and she shivered. Glen’s hands cupped her hips and urged her forward. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her already sensitized nipples pulling up tight with the light caress. Needing more, she arched her back. The motion tipped her ass up, offering it to Forrest.

“So sweet.” The soft words soothed some of her fears but the first dip of his slick finger against her rosette made her clench and pull away. “It’s okay, honey. Just a little cold. We’ll warm it up soon.”

He placed his hand against her lower back, not allowing her to escape though the action strangely gave her comfort. He murmured nonsense words about how beautiful she was, how delicious she looked, her legs spread, ready to take another cock inside her.