The Siren Series 3: Brandon (A Siren Novel) (14 page)

“You've had two guys come in you and your pussy is weeping for more. Listen,” in and out his fingers went and her snatch was latching onto his fingers for dear life, making a sucking sound of pleasure.

“You've got the sluttiest pussy I've ever fucked and it'll just get better and better with use. Now spread those gorgeous legs like the slut you are and let these guys bang you.”

Dara let her legs fall open again as her hole dripped with cum from Ryan and Sean. Jason began to dig in, thrusting his cock in her now-dripping hole, the cum all mixed up with her juices, her body moving on the desk again, his hands wrapped around her ankles as he pressed his advantage.

Suddenly, he pulled out and flipped her over and her stomach was on the desk and her ass spread and open. He gave one, two and  with a final deep thrust he tore out of her pussy.  He started shoving his cock into her ass, where it burned, but her hole took more than she thought it would. The sensation was wonderful as another orgasm began to build.

“I knew fucking her would be awesome. Keep your ass open, ah-yeah, like that,” Dara spread her legs as far as they would go and felt Jason pumping his shaft into her ass, as her hips rose to meet his cock. His rhythm increased, filling her nether regions and a shattering orgasm pushed her ass against his cock and he sprayed his load into her ass, yelling, “Fuck yeah! Ah, it's all in there.”

Her pussy was pulsing and her ass felt hot and used but the next man was ready to mount her, “Get me lube. I don't want a dry ass.”

It was Kevin. She recognized his voice.

“Fuck her first. There's plenty of cum in there to use.”

And he did. Using his cock and making her moan her pleasure as he went about a third of the way in, slowly pulling out, then stabbing it in the whole way. The sensation was exquisite.

“Oh yeah... she likes that, Kev. Make her moan more.”

He pumped faster and as his rhythm increased she felt him getting close, his cock hardening even more and she groaned louder. Then he was pulling out and starting to slide it into her ass, banging that the way he had banged her pussy.

“Close,” he breathed out, “not gonna last, it's super-tight and...” with a groan and a last thrust he came in her ass.

As his hips fell away and his cock popped out of her hole, her legs began to tremble in exhausted pleasure, the feeling of the cum slipping out of all her holes a tactile sensation of the erotic thrill of being banged in a virgin hole that throbbed with pleasure.

“I'm having a piece of that ass,” Ryan said, his eyes smoldering with desire to penetrate the one hole he hadn't.

Ryan gripped her upper arms, turned her around and laid down on the desk with her back on his chest, his erection digging into her, as she squirmed on top of him, he started to wedge his cock into her ass and she fought him. That, of course, just pushed her ass on his shaft until it had filled her hole to bursting. She was pinned on top of him by his huge cock and it made her pussy throb to be filled, opening and closing with her need.

With her legs spread and her ass filled, Jason loomed over the top of her, “I'm going to fuck your snatch now that he's in your ass,” as he slid his cock into her pussy, cum dripping out of both holes, pushed out as the cocks plunged in and out of both holes.

Just as she wanted to ask them to stop, a delicious friction began. Jason's groin pressed against her clit as Ryan's balls squeezed against her pussy. That made the pressure grow between her legs again, heat flooded her extremities and climbed her body, exploding in her pussy, squeezing both mens' cocks as they came together. Jason's head was thrown back and Ryan's rapped the wood of the desk as he thrust it back, her body an erotic tether holding the men together inside her, as her body stiffened between the men and her breathing became ragged as she screamed her orgasm into the still air of her classroom.

They lay there inside her for a moment then gradually, Jason loosened his hold, slipping out of her well-used part. Ryan sat up, still inside her and bodily picked her up, carefully setting her beside him.

And with a slow, long kiss he said, “Now that's a lesson we won't forget.”

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The Dara Nichols Series, 1-8
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The ZOE SCOTT Series 1

Copyright © 2013 Marata Eros

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1

Dara looked at Zoe, sitting there twirling a strand of dark blonde hair into a spiral then letting it bounce back into a tightly wound spring. Again and again.

“Okay, tell
Dara
,” she said, her own blood-red auburn hair sweeping forward in a straight curtain as they sat at their favorite coffee shop. Cool autumn sunlight poured in, lighting Zoe's clear root beer brown eyes.

“Goddamned bored,” she sulked, swinging an elegant leg back and forth underneath the wrought iron bistro table, chin in her hand.

“Thanks a lot, Zo,” Dara murmured, setting her mug down on the table with a clunk and leaning back as she crossed her arms underneath her breasts.

Zoe's eyes met Dara's and she sighed. “It's not you, 'kay?” Her brows met in the middle then she leaned forward like she'd share a secret. But Dara knew that Zoe didn't keep secrets well. Her entire face told the story without a word. “It's... gawd!”

Dara leaned forward. “What?” she asked softly, searching her friend's face. Dara was nearing forty, having a good time with her life, though her grueling job as English professor was draining. Zoe was in her early thirties but they'd struck up an easy friendship a few years ago as they had similar interests.

Particular interests.

“I've met someone,” Zoe admitted.

Dara grinned. “That's fantastic!” she exclaimed, though Dara wasn't sure how that would fit with their extracurricular activities. She wound slender fingers around the cooling cup of her tea and waited. Zoe would spit it out, she always did. Dara couldn't help the visual that came to mind and her lips curled into an ironic smile.

“I'm horny,” Zoe added.

Dara frowned. “Ah,” she set her head to the side, her eyes going to half-mast as she gave her friend a considering look. “I think you can figure that part out,” Dara finished in a droll tone.

Zoe shook her head, her hair bouncing around her shoulders. “No... here it is Dara, he's only one man.”

Dara could feel realization bloom inside her head,
oh.

“I mean... it's been- what? Three months since Taylor-boy's shindig?”

Dara nodded slowly, remembering the Drake, Kid and President Taylor cocktail. They'd gone everywhere, in and out of them both. She leaned back again, picking up her cooling tea and taking another sip.

“So what are you saying?” Dara asked, watching the puzzle pieces of light fall and play along Zoe's mocha-colored skin.

“I'm saying I want a replay.”

Zoe looked at Dara with expectant anxiety. It sat on her face oddly, the full lips that Dara had felt on the most intimate parts of her body more times than she could count, were now pursed in frustration.

“Okay. So what's the plan?” Dara finally asked, because she knew damn well Zoe had one. Out of the two of them, Zoe was the conductor in the little freight train of sexcapades that she devised.

Zoe actually wrung her fingers, the knuckles bleeding to white. “I might lose this new stud muffin, but we're set to meet his friends after they get off work tonight...”

Dara leaned forward again, intrigued and working hard to school her expression into neutrality. All pretense of detachment was wiped from her face. She could stand some excitement too and asked the question that had been nipping at the edges of her mind since Zoe had said the B word.

Boyfriend.

Zoe didn't date- she fucked. That was it. This was a new development. “What does he do?” Dara asked the questions she should.

Zoe slowly raised her round eyes to Dara's, the pupils dilated; her full lips slightly parted to take in the oxygen she must need.

Just thinking about him.

“Fireman,” she whispered.

Dara got wet just thinking about it.

Then another thought occurred to her,
Maybe he could put the fire out.

Maybe he would.

2

“He's as vanilla as they come,” Zoe said as Dara tacked up the last curl into a casual up-do that was actually complicated to execute. Not that Dara eschewed complicated. If it was easy, Dara didn't want it. Challenge seemed to follow her wherever she went. Zoe watched Dara's intense scrutiny in the reflection of the mirror and grinned.

“He won't dump you, not after tonight,” Dara said with the conviction of experience as she surveyed her handiwork on all sides.

Zoe nodded, if a little too quickly. “I'm going to spring my full lust at him tonight.”

Dara's lips quirked. “So it's only been half-lust before?”

Zoe rolled her large eyes, now kohl-smeared in a sexy eye line around her large peepers. “No, we bang away like bunnies but he still hasn't done my ample ass. He's like,” she swung her hands up in the air, then grabbed her ass cheeks through her midnight-colored skirt- “holding back or something.” Zoe blows a tendril into the air and it falls down on her cheek. “How could he resist this?” Zoe asked, jiggling her booty around.

How indeed?
Dara agreed mentally and another Mona Lisa smile ghosted her lips.

Dara moved in and began to dust an iridescent body powder with tiny gold flakes on the skin that peeked through the slits and run neck to wrist on Zoe's long sleeved top in a deep cream. “You'll win him over,” Dara replied, finishing up. Her own ensemble had been carefully put together before Zoe arrived and she needed nothing else but some lube and keys in her small rakish silver clutch purse. It glittered as she put the screaming scarlet lipstick inside with a definitive snap of the clasp.

“Listen,” Dara said, raising her brows, “if things go south, you can always pillage my parts.”

Not that they would, if things went according to plan
, Dara thought.

Zoe's anxious face cleared and she gave a slow, sexy nod, wetting her mouth with the tip of her pink tongue. “That I can, sister, that I can.”

Dara smiled back at Zoe and slapped her ass as they walked out. Zoe whirled and got right in her face. “You've gotten so bold, girlfriend.”

They looked at each other and Dara's smile widened. Zoe had no idea just how bold Dara had been.

It was all she could do not to let her secret leak out on her features.

*

Balls of fire

Hand on the long bronze door handle, Dara slid her head through the vestibule door, the first of two doors and stepped inside the compact greeting area. She scanned all around her and saw nothing but deeply carved panels of dark walnut. Dara looked above and saw the ceiling was similarly adorned with polished inset wood squares and almost missed the interior door opening she was so taken with the imposing foyer.

Darrell wore a suit that set his jet black skin to ebony fire. It stood out in a sea of a brilliant white shirt that was split by a tie so clear a crimson his face appeared to float above the vibrant colors.

“Hey,” Dara said in a husky whisper.
My oh my
, Dara thought.
Zoe caught herself a fine one here.

“Does she know?” Zoe's boyfriend asked and Dara shook her head to the negative.
Not yet.

“Good,” he smirked, straightening the tie knot. His cuff links winked in the low light cast from the sconces that were head height and lined the walls of the mansion where the fireman's ball would be held. Dara came forward into a larger foyer, leaving the compact vestibule behind.

Darrell leaned down next to Dara's ear, inches taller than she. He turned her hand over, hers very white in his black one and leaning over Darrell kissed the inside of her wrist. “I'm going to enjoy fucking you,” he said as Dara's pulse began to speed under the caress of those fingers.

Dara was not some young girl that became flustered because a gorgeous man stood before her, telling her how he thought it would go.

Darrell simply was not well enough acquainted with her to know better. Ignorance was her friend.

Dara knew how it would go. And with Zoe involved, though she wasn't absolutely certain- it should go their way. So Dara just smiled and leaned closer, allowing her breasts to push against Darrell's muscular chest. “And Zoe will enjoy sharing me with you,” she murmured and had the satisfaction of watching his brows pick up in surprise.

“Well you're full of surprises, Professor Nichols,” he said, those dark eyes searching hers, hoping for clues. Her cool eyes gazed back, revealing nothing. The blessing of experience.

“You have no idea,” Dara replied and he let her hand fall, his eyes taking on that look of dark anticipation where ownership and surety had been moments before.

“I'm getting that.”

Zoe walked through the door and saw the two of them, her eyes assessing, missing nothing.
Stupid she isn't,
Dara thought. It made her pussy wet just thinking about Zoe's form of punishment. What she'd do to Dara's body when she found how she'd conned her.

It was so hot to contemplate that Dara pressed her thighs together.

Darrell watched the interchange between the two and licked his suddenly dry lips.

He didn't know how he'd get through this part of the evening without fucking them both. And Zoe had been worried about him being vanilla. He'd been with his share of women.

He didn't think they could surprise him.

Darrell was so wrong.