Rev Me Twice (4 page)

At the sight of the others, Tomas lifted Crystal’s tank top
to fondle her breasts. Her pearled nipples pressed against the fabric of her
bra and he pinched them in turn, burning to take off her clothes. His cock
ached to fuck her hard.

All of his resentments of moments ago vanished as Tomas got
lost in the heady sensations of sex play. Though he’d regarded Gunther as a
rival, he realized the other man was merely one of Crystal’s playmates and not
a threat to him. In fact, Tomas should consider himself lucky. How many men
enjoyed the unlimited sexual freedom he had as Crystal’s partner? His Navy
buddies would kill for a chance to be with a woman who enjoyed her lifestyle.

As long as she wasn’t a Navy wife.

Tomas had spent his childhood living up to his parents’
expectations of self-discipline. He’d learned that loyalty to family, country
and culture were the most important tenets of manhood. He’d internalized those
lessons to the breaking point of self-denial. That’s what made him such a great
officer. In the end, he knew those lessons of restraint would win him back to
the fold and he’d have to marry well and settle down. When that time came, he
hoped Crystal would go with him.

When he met Crystal, she’d shattered every ounce of his
resolve to control his baser urges. The pastimes he enjoyed—a little gambling,
some drinking and watching strippers to blow off steam—seemed like child’s play
compared to her hobbies. She had corrupted his soul and he was a willing
partner. He loved it all.

Yet he knew the clock was ticking toward his return to convention.
A straight life. He had his eye up the ladder of success and wanted promotions.
Backyard barbeques in suburbia with Navy buddies and their wives. A swing set
for the kids. A big, stupid dog with floppy ears. Some people made fun of those
things, but Tomas wanted nothing more. Except to fit Crystal into the picture.

Soon, he’d offer Crystal a choice.

Tomas worked the hand between Crystal’s legs until his
fingers crawled under the hemline of her shorts and slid over her panties. Heat
flared and dampness touched his skin. She was wet and ready for anything. Would
do anything.

As the music reached a crescendo before the next song
started, the doorbell rang, sending an irritating jolt through him.
Shit.
His
erection throbbed to the point of pain and he was just about to lead Crystal to
the bedroom for a private fuck.

Crystal lifted her head from his shoulder and pulled away,
turning to give him an apologetic smile while she headed to the front door.
Tomas watched her look through the peephole and then open the door to someone.
Tomas strolled back to the wet bar beside the kitchen to pour himself another
vodka.

A stunning Amer-Asian woman with waist-length black hair
entered the living room. Yvette, Crystal’s landlady. She wore a body-hugging
red silk vest and a black skirt so short it barely covered her crotch. Black
high heels graced her dainty feet. Tomas watched while Gunther and the girls
turned their attention to Yvette. Crystal introduced her. Tomas waved across
the room and Yvette waved back. “I heard the music. I hope you don’t mind me
dropping by,” she called out to him, wide-eyed.

Tomas shook his head. He wasn’t fooled by her feigned
innocence. Yvette had been circling like a puss craving catnip since the day
Crystal moved in. Judging by the length of her skirt, she’d finally seized her
moment. He’d make book she wasn’t wearing underwear.

After a round of small talk, the girls with Gunther ambled
away and went to the couch, where they sipped champagne. Gunther eyed Yvette
like a dog with a new toy. Tomas chuckled and sipped his vodka. He should never
have seen Gunther as a threat to his relationship with Crystal. That man would
never settle for one woman and Crystal would never tolerate a man who didn’t
put her first.

Gunther brought Yvette a glass of champagne, refilled his
glass and then pulled her to him with his free hand as he moved to the music.
She giggled and tried to hold her drink steady while she joined the dance. She
shot Crystal a questioning look and Crystal raised her brow and nodded, as if
to say, “He’s a free agent. Go for it.” Gunther stared down at Yvette, riveted.

Tomas glanced at the two women on the couch, but they
chatted together and laughed, seemingly oblivious to Gunther and his new
attraction. Tomas put down his glass and turned down the lights. He made his
way back to Crystal to pick up where they’d left off. Their close contact had
heated his blood.

The music’s hypnotic rhythms, combined with the heady
effects of the alcohol, brought everyone to the center of the impromptu dance
floor. Time vanished as the keyboard, drums and guitars spun their songs and
held them fast to one another. Two became four as Tomas and Crystal rotated
hips behind Gunther and Yvette. The girls watched with dreamy, half-closed
eyes, inches away.

Brigit and Kiesha turned around, breast-to-breast,
undulating like ribbons in a breeze to the Spanish tunes. Perspiration gathered
at Brigit’s temple and she lifted her glass of champagne to cool the spot. When
she caught Tomas watching her, she shot him a brilliant smile and then rolled
the rim of her glass across the tip of her tongue.

Kiesha laughed and threw her head back. When she raised her
head, she made deep eye contact with Tomas, sending prickles up the back of his
neck. She opened her mouth and licked her lips while she steadied her gaze on
his face. A pink, pointed tongue dragged coral lip gloss across her mouth. One
hand reached between her legs to fondle her pussy while she danced. Tomas’
erection throbbed at the sight and he pressed harder against Crystal’s ass.
Crystal pressed back, making him clench his jaw not to come as a wave hit him.

Yvette leaned forward to turn up the music. The sound
swelled. The beautiful Amer-Asian woman pulled Gunther free from the chain of
dancers and wrapped her arms around his waist, brushing her breasts against his
solar plexus. While Gunther watched, she let go and took two steps back. With
dexterity only Crystal could surpass, Yvette unfastened the buttons on her
vest, one-by-one. The red fabric drifted open, revealing firm, apple-shaped
breasts and tight, brown nipples.

Tomas moved away from Crystal’s delectable ass before he
lost control. He took her hands in his to dance Spanish style. While he twirled
Crystal around the floor, he smiled at her and she smiled back, before he
pulled her close enough to kiss her.

Their lips touched, shooting fire through Tomas’ veins.
Tongues merged and tasted. The sharp sting of vodka combined with their heat to
create an explosive erotic cocktail. Tomas’ hands roamed Crystal’s body while
their breathing came in short, hard bursts.

When the kisses ended, Tomas picked Crystal up, with her
legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck, and carried her to
the couch. He lowered her to the cushions, where she opened her legs to welcome
him against her.

Tomas pressed his mouth to the warm column of her neck and
nipped a trail of bites to her shoulder. He pulled the straps of her top and
bra down to lick and suck her skin. His hands reached inside her pullover and
traveled to her back to unhook her bra.

Crystal leaned forward a little to accommodate the
movements. With a short snap, the bra came free. Tomas lifted the bra away from
Crystal’s breasts and massaged their fullness while he rubbed his erection
against her pelvis through his jeans and over her thin shorts. Holy Mother of
God, he wanted to fuck this woman.

Tomas wasn’t much of an exhibitionist, but he was too far
gone to care about the others in the room. His head swam with lust, his heart
pounded until he could hardly breathe and his cock throbbed nearly to bursting.
There was no longer space inside his pants to accommodate his girth. He raised
himself up from Crystal’s spread-eagle posture to open his snap and unzip his
fly.

As he did so, someone tapped the back of his shoulder. A
soft voice said, “Let me help you with that,” behind his ear. Puffs of warm
breath filtered over his earlobe and down his neck while the woman breathed
against him. Able hands reached around to open the front of his jeans and
release his cock. When his erection burst free from its confines, the woman’s
hand stroked its length and squeezed. Tomas groaned and swore in Spanish. He
looked down and watched the small, dark hand slide along his shaft.

Through a haze of pleasure, he watched Crystal watch him. A
small smile played over her lips while she slid off her shorts and panties and
tossed them behind the couch. Slowly, so slowly she almost killed him with
anticipation, she opened her trim, pink pussy to him and let him watch her play
with her clit while Kiesha stroked his cock.

He didn’t want to come too soon, so he grabbed Kiesha’s
wrist to stop her from jerking him off. The young woman giggled, moved to his
side and pulled his free hand to her breast. A hard, cinched nipple pressed
against his palm beneath her thin yellow top. Firm, plump flesh sent pleasant
sensations through him. Kiesha released his hand and then pulled her tank top
up over her head, exposing herself to him from the waist up. His cock jumped.

Her satiny skin was as rich and creamy as fresh cappuccino.
Tomas watched while she pulled and rubbed her nipples and then caressed her
full breasts. One hand drifted down her slim torso to the waistband of her
skirt and disappeared inside. She fluttered her eyelids and moaned softly while
her hands brought her pleasure.

Tomas turned to Crystal to give her a
what do you make of
this
look, but Crystal had become preoccupied. Brigit had kneeled on the
floor between Crystal’s legs, sundress hitched around her waist, and was
tonguing Crystal’s clit in quick, desperate strokes. Brigit’s flawless bare ass
and long blonde hair swayed with her movements.

Tomas watched, riveted, while Brigit slid the length of her
tongue into Crystal’s channel and tongue-fucked her fast and hard. Crystal
sucked in a breath and lifted her hips higher to allow Brigit greater access.
Her tongue and mouth worked Crystal’s pussy with a skill any man would envy.
Tomas’ arousal surged. He turned back to Kiesha and watched, entranced, while
she brought herself to orgasm with her eyes fixed on Crystal’s wet, open folds.

When she was done, Kiesha pulled her fingers from her pussy
and signaled Tomas to the couch next to Crystal. When he reached the sofa, she
pushed him down on the cushions and kneeled between his legs next to Brigit.
While Brigit licked Crystal’s clit, Kiesha took Tomas’ length in her mouth and
slowly began to suck.

Tomas reached out and took Crystal’s hand, squeezing her
fingers while the women pleasured them. Crystal turned her face to his and
offered a dreamy, pre-orgasmic smile. Her eyes flashed and darkened as her
climax neared. Tomas could tell from the way she bit her lips and tensed her
muscles she was fighting to hold orgasm at bay.

Dios
, so was he. Kiesha was working his cock like a
hungry cub and he was ready to fill her mouth with hot come. He pressed deeper
inside her throat and grunted. The woman met his thrusts with equal pressure
and continued her relentless suckling. When she rubbed his balls between her
cradled hands, he hissed and hoisted his hips.

Crystal watched Kiesha suck Tomas’ cock with a combination
of awe and resentment. She had wanted to do that, but the younger woman had
moved in. Besides, Brigit had surprised her by eating her pussy. There was
nothing Crystal loved better than having her pussy licked and sucked. Her
orgasms from oral sex were always the strongest, so why complain? Brigit was
doing a stellar job.

Crystal licked her lips and squeezed Tomas’ hand while she
let herself come for the first time against Brigit’s mouth. The spasms
continued on and on while waves washed over her body. Her eyes lost focus and
the inside of her mouth turned dry as her limbs shuddered and shook.

When the tremors abated, she thought Brigit would stop, but
the other woman continued to tongue-fuck and lick her until she was ready to
climax again. Crystal could come all night, peak after peak, until she was too
exhausted to move.

Crystal’s gaze drifted over Tomas and the woman sucking his
long, thick cock. That twinge of resentment returned and she analyzed her
reaction like a child inspecting a strange bug. This…feeling wasn’t familiar.
All she knew was that she wanted to pull Kiesha’s hair to stop her from
pleasuring Tomas. Ridiculous, of course. She couldn’t very well stop Tomas from
having sex with Kiesha when she was doing the same thing with Brigit. Still,
that nagging annoyance persisted.

Crystal lifted her gaze from Tomas and Kiesha to watch
Brigit’s pretty mouth and pointed tongue slide over her satiny cunt and swollen
clit. Brigit worked her own pussy with a rapidly moving hand, sighing and
hitching as she moved closer to climax, while she swirled her tongue over
Crystal’s erect nub.

Brigit’s mouth paused only an instant over Crystal’s vulva
as her spasms struck. The blonde stroked herself harder, lurched and then
shuddered. Tiny gasps punctuated the air around her. Afterward, she lowered her
face again to Crystal’s wet opening and thrust her tongue inside.

Across the room, Gunther and Yvette were fucking doggie
style over the arm of a padded chair. They were both naked. Crystal watched,
fascinated, at the sight of Gunther’s soaking wet, nine-inch cock thrusting and
sliding from Yvette’s open pussy. Her little breasts shook above the chair arm
with his fierce plunges and pulls. One of his large, slim hands worked her
clitoris while his hips flew.

Yvette cried out, arched her back and lifted her chin high
while she came. Crystal knew firsthand how hard Gunther liked to fuck and she
related to Yvette’s orgasm. She knew her friend would be well satisfied.