The Sextet - Occupational Hazards [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (10 page)

“Does it matter?”

“Not really—though Luke would probably like it. He’s an ass man. I’m more into the front side myself.”

“What about Tyrone?”

Snickering, Derrick went for the gold, pushing off her jacket and flipping open the buttons on her blouse. He was going to suckle Angelica’s luscious tits or die trying. “Ty’s into anything oral. He’ll eat you alive, and he
loves
having his cock sucked.”

It wasn’t much of a giggle, but it was better than nothing. He was
definitely
making headway. “I thought all guys liked that.”

“Yeah, but Ty prefers it to fucking—though, in your case, he’d probably make an exception.”
Almost there…

“And you’re the slut?”

“Mmmm, yeah. They make me the middle of a fuck sandwich and I’m in heaven. I like it all.” Pulling her shirttail out of her skirt, he stripped off her shirt.
Now for the bra…

“How does that…sandwich thing work?”

“Luke in my ass and Ty sucking my dick. It’s more like a half sandwich, actually. I’d rather nail Ty’s ass, but he doesn’t like it. I can’t understand that myself. A good ass-fucking is awesome. Makes me come all over the place.” He fumbled with the hooks in the back while kissing his way down her chest. The soft swell of her beautiful breasts made him crazy, but when the hooks were undone, he drew back, taking the time to worship them with his eyes while slowly pulling the bra away and tossing it aside. “Oh, God…” His balls twitched, and for a second he thought he was going to blow all over her skirt. Of course, the way his dick was already gushing, she’d probably have to send that skirt to the cleaners anyway.

Scooping up her succulent flesh with both hands, he lowered his head and licked the valley between them before burying his face in her cleavage. They were perfect. A coating of Ty’s sweet cum would just be the icing on the cake. He raised a nipple to his lips and kissed it—gently at first, and then harder, licking and sucking on the tight bud until her sighs became moans.

Then he went for her skirt. One button, one zipper, and it was gone, quickly followed by her half slip. When he saw what was underneath that, he almost lost it. Lace-topped, thigh-high black stockings and a red thong. “Oh. My.
God…
”

Derrick dropped to his knees, pulling her down with him. “Shit. Forgot the damn carpet was wet.” Scrambling to his feet, he gathered her up, holding her close to his chest. It felt so good to have his arms full of soft, delectable woman again. The guys were great, and he loved them to pieces, but they didn’t have tits.

After a quick stop in the bathroom to snatch a towel, he carried her into the next room. The carpet was old, but reasonably clean, and he tossed the towel down and laid her on it. Covering her body with his own, he nudged her thighs apart and settled between them.

“You okay?”

She replied with a nod.

“You don’t look okay. No, wait. That didn’t come out right. You look fabulous, but not really comfortable.”

“Thanks, but I’m comfortable enough. This is just…I mean, I barely know you…”

“You’re listening to your head again, Angelica. Trust me, your body knows best, and if you can think of a better way to break the ice, I’d like to hear it.”

“Um…dating?”

“Highly overrated. You might like the way someone skis or bowls or watches a movie, but if you don’t like the way they fuck, they’re history.”

Her peal of laughter was like a round of applause to him. If he could make her laugh, he was already more than halfway there.

* * * *

Angelica couldn’t believe it. She was lying naked underneath a tall, blond hunk with the biggest, hardest penis she’d ever seen, and she was laughing.
Will wonders never cease?

Derrick was chuckling too, but then his head dropped down onto her chest. “Well, crap.” He raised his head, his expression now one of chagrin. “Forgot the condoms. They’re in my jeans. Be right back.”

He hopped up and was gone, giving Angelica time to reflect. Of course the first question that popped into her head was,
What the hell am I doing?
She started to get up and cover herself with the towel, but Derrick was too quick for her. He was already back, ripping open the wrapper.

“We never use these at home, which is why I forgot. We’re all clean, so there’s no need.” He flashed her a devilish grin. “It’s not like any of us are gonna get pregnant.” He was about to put the condom on, but stopped short when he realized what she was doing. “Are you cold? Want me to get a sheet or a blanket? Be right back.” And he was gone again.

Her sexual arousal was already beginning to fade.
Damn.
She sat up, muttering to herself. “Might as well get dressed.” She’d just gotten her first taste of what it was like to really want a man. Now it was almost as though it had never happened. “What is
wrong
with me?”

She was almost to the door when Derrick came back. “I found them,” he announced, flipping out a clean sheet. “I brought this fleecy thing, too.” He handed her the blanket, but wasn’t so single-minded as to miss her change of mood. “Angelica,” he said in lilting tones, “You’re thinking again.”

“Yeah, well, my body stopped talking and my brain took over. Look, this is very…flattering and all, but I really think it’s a bad idea. I don’t know what came over me.”

Rolling his eyes, Derrick sighed. “Interruptions can kill the mood. But if I got you there once, I can do it again.”

“No, really. I shouldn’t. It’s just that—”

He cut her off with a snap of his fingers. “I know what the problem is. Be right back!”

“No, wait, you don’t under—”

“Hey, Ty! We need you up here, quick!” He was actually yelling out the window.

“—stand.”
Great.
Now the whole neighborhood will think—what? That she was up here on the floor getting gangbanged by her construction crew? She shook her head sadly.
Not likely. No, not likely at all…

At least she had a blanket. Draping it over her shoulders, she wrapped herself in its warmth. Derrick had been doing a pretty good job of keeping her warm, but now, she was feeling downright chilly, in spite of the fact that the room wasn’t a bit cold. Nerves, she told herself, shivering. Just nerves…

The sound of not one, but two pairs of feet pounding up the stairs echoed off the bare walls. There was no escaping it now. She was about to zoom right past embarrassment and head straight on into complete mortification.

The two men burst into the room in a manner reminiscent of their earlier visit, and if their anxious expressions were anything to go by, at the very least they must’ve thought she needed CPR. “I’m okay,” she assured them. “I don’t need any help. Derrick shouldn’t have bothered you.”

“Hey, now. I didn’t call them to help
you,”
Derrick said. “I called them to help
me.”
He turned to Tyrone. “I almost had her, Ty, but I think she needs someone who’s less of a slut and more of a Don Juan. You’re the best kisser. I think you should take over.”

Angelica’s head began to throb. Wincing, she bowed her head to massage her temples. If nothing else, she could pull the blanket over her head and hide like an ostrich with its head in the sand. Maybe then they would get the message and go away before she died of embarrassment. “I think you guys should just go on back to work. I’m a lost cause anyway.”

“The hell you are,” Luke said. “And if anyone around here qualifies as a Don Juan, it’s me. I at least
look
the part.”

Angelica certainly couldn’t argue with that, particularly in light of his long, black hair, though she knew for a fact he wasn’t the least bit Spanish.

“Yes, but Ty’s a better kisser,” Derrick insisted. “And, trust me, I know what I’m talking about.”

“Not sure she’d want to kiss me now,” Tyrone said ruefully. “I’m covered with sawdust and probably stink to high heaven.” He glanced at Luke. “Actually, neither one of us is fit company for a lady.”

“You two go take a shower real quick,” Derrick suggested. “I’ll keep her occupied until you get back.”

“Can’t we just forget it?” Angelica blurted out. She wasn’t sure she could take much more of this. It was a little like being seduced by Larry, Moe, and Curly.

But Luke was already stripping off his shirt, and he didn’t look like any of the Three Stooges. Zorro, perhaps, but not Larry or Moe, and certainly not Curly.

Derrick must’ve noticed her rapt expression. “Pretty hot stuff, isn’t he, Angel? Wait ’til you see him without his pants.”

Luke grinned as he unbuckled his belt. “Just give us a minute to wash up, sweetheart. I promise you’ll be glad you did.” Then he dropped his jeans.

Her jaw dropped right along with them. “Oh, my
God…
”

Chapter 4

Luke took the fastest shower of his life, not even taking the time to fondle Ty’s totally hot ass, though he did wash his back. Unfortunately, his hair was taking way too long to dry, even with Angelica’s high-powered dryer. He hadn’t heard a sound from the other room, and was beginning to get worried. “We shouldn’t have left Derrick alone with her for so long.”

Ty stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. “True, but we
are
supposed to be working, you know. That tree won’t cut itself up into firewood.”

“That tree will keep, but we may be pushing her too hard. She seemed pretty upset.”

Ty snorted a laugh. “Are you forgetting what you said to her? Almost the first thing out of your mouth?”

“That was an automatic response. I couldn’t help it.”

“You can always
choose
how to react, Luke. It’s what sets us apart from the animals.”

Luke glanced at himself in the mirror. With all that long black hair flying around his face, he
did
look sort of wild. “Yeah, well, maybe I
am
an animal.”

Ty grinned. “You don’t hear me complaining, do you?”

Luke switched off the hair dryer and hooked an arm around Ty’s neck, pulling him close. “No, you never complain.” Their lips met, tongues instantly engaged in a ferocious battle for supremacy. Luke might have been the aggressor, but Ty won, just like he always did, making Luke’s groin ignite and his knees buckle. Growling as he wrapped his hand around Ty’s stiff rod, his own tool was rock hard and ready for action. “Derrick was right. You really are the best kisser.”

“Everyone has to have their own little claim to fame,” Ty panted against his lips. “You ready?”

“
More
than ready. Let’s do this.”

* * * *

If Angelica had been speechless before, the return of Ty and Luke fresh from the shower nearly stopped her heart. Derrick gave her a nudge. “Told you it’d be worth the wait, didn’t I?”

Nodding, she drank in the sight of them. Ty resembled a young Tom Selleck minus the mustache while Luke was more like a mythical warrior minus the sword. Not that the sword God gave him was any less lethal, nor was the mustache anything Angelica would ever miss. Sitting on the floor as she was, their stiff dicks were pointing right at her face.

“I’ve been doing my best to keep her in the mood, but I’m beginning to think she needs all three of us, which makes her fuckin’ perfect, if you ask me.”

“I think we can all agree on that,” Luke said. “I’ve always thought she was adorable.”

Angelica was stunned. “You don’t really remember me, do you?”

Luke nodded slowly. “Oh, yeah. I used to have wet dreams about you all the time. And then you had the audacity to move away. Broke my poor little teenaged heart.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“It’s the truth. When we heard you’d inherited this house and were going to come back and run it as a B and B, well, let’s just say it wasn’t a coincidence that ours was the lowest bid.”

“But all three of you?” Not that she was complaining. “Whatever made you think—”

“It was a shot in the dark, actually,” Ty said. “We’ve probably pushed you too hard today. Maybe if you’d had that robe on when Derrick fell through the roof we would have gone slower, but Derrick did manage to get you naked again.” He shrugged. “Tell us to leave and we’ll go.”

Luke nodded in agreement. “We won’t like it one bit, but we’ll do whatever you want.”