Menage Amour 82: Tasty Treats Volume 1

by Jenny Penn, Eve Adams, Amber Carlton

  With his fingers curled under the edges of her robe, he'd follow the part up toward her shoulders letting the backs of his finger tease over her quivering stomach muscles and over the rise of her breasts. Her nipples, lifted and put on display by the cupless bra, would pucker and tingle under the pass of his fingers. Then they would be revealed to the cool night air and the exploding gaze of Killian's brilliant eyes.

  He would look, not with the prowling aggression of desires suppressed. Not this time. This time his gaze would be full of feral hunger as he surveyed the prey caught within his grasp. She trembled under the impact of all the promises in his eyes and when they lifted to finally meet hers in the reflection, the tension would snap around them.

  Killian wouldn't be the slow, tender lover riling her body to the peak of ecstasy the way Adam had. No, Killian would plunge her into the deepest pits of rapture with a speed and force that overwhelmed any doubts or reservations she had.

  His hands would be rough and unrelenting as he palmed her breasts, circling her tits with intense aggression. He would pull and pinch her tender tips bringing pain to the party. Just slight twinges and dark forewarnings that fed the excitement into a fever pitch. Then he'd cup one breast, lift it up and demand that she suck it for him. He wanted to watch her pink little tongue slip out to flick over her nipples, trace over the creases, and tease its very tip before her lips sucked it in.

  Ah, shit.

  The ripples of pleasure spreading out from her breasts felt more like tidal waves, flooding her pussy in a torrential downpour of heated cream. The strength of which couldn't be contained and her hips flexed, slowly rotating in a sensual humping dance that called out to and lured men in. The motion had her clit blossomed to life as it rubbed against the satiny material of her panties.

  Even as she continued the assault against her own breast, his hand dropped down to the string edge over her underwear. A little pull and tug and the tiny triangle that barely covered her crotch disappeared into a line of fabric that slipped between the edges of her swollen lips to press harder, with more intent against her clit. Again and again the material sea sawed over her sensitive bud until she released her breast with a pop to moan out her pleasure.

  He wanted her to touch herself, to watch her come by her very own hand and she didn't have the will power to deny him. She lifted a trembling hand to her breast, doing as he had done, tormenting her nipple with a roughness that had her aching for more, for his hands on her body.

  That wouldn't happen, not until she gave him what she wanted, her pleasure on display for his. He wanted her vulnerable and weak so when he attacked she would be unable to offer any resistance to his darker, more perverse commands. The very idea excited her and spurred her to overcome the last of her reservations.

  Rachel didn't hesitate nor tease herself with any preliminary strokes. Her need was too great for that now. Like a race horse chomping at the bit her body demanded satisfaction and her hand obeyed, slipping around the balled up material of her little g-string to hone in on the swollen bud of her desire.

  One finger, that's all it took, one single finger swirling over her clit to make her eyes roll back in her head. Faster and tighter she rounded that sweet little bud. All the while he watched, those eyes flashing in the mirror with the promise of what would come, what he intended to do to her very shortly. First though he wanted to see her do it to herself. That's just what she did.

  Rachel gave herself over to the excitement of her own touch, to the illusion of Killian watching her as her whole body tightened. Tremors quaked through her muscles as the first cracks in reality began to snap around her. Sharp shards of rapture cut through her, lacerating her body with such intense pleasure that she jerked and writhed under the impact.

  Her body lost its ability to hold her weight and she slouched forward into the mirror, blindly banging her forehead into the cool surface even as her free hand abandoned her breast to clutch at the rounded top of its frame.

  Oh, God, she needed to be filled, stretched.

  Cock. I need a cock.

  His cock, wouldn't that be wonderful, but all she had were her fingers. Her scrawny, little fingers that didn't go deep enough or stretch her wide enough, but they were all she had and she used them as well as she could. Years of training made her especially good and in minutes she had herself panting, pressing into the mirror as her orgasm hit her.

  Even as she splintered apart from the impact of slamming into Utopia, he made his move. Oversized and warm his hand slid beneath the edge of her panties to cover hers like a glove. Molding itself to every finger he widened her sheath as he forced her to fuck herself even deeper, harder, faster.

  "It's my turn now."

  Rachel didn't have the energy or even the focus to object to her fantasy lover's sudden appearance. Rachel barely managed to open her eyes to meet the dark feral gaze staring back at her. Adam, not Killian. That was all the reason she had left. She recognized that single fact only seconds before a second more deadly explosion rocketed through her body.

  Fireworks heralded her ascent into the heavens and she flew with the stars twinkling all around her. How long she stayed suspended in the warm cocoon of release, she didn't know. Too soon reality ordered itself around, fitting back in piece by piece to solidify an image around her that had her crashing back to Earth.

  Rachel blinked and met her fantasy lover's gaze in the mirror. Not sparkling bright, but dark and hungry.

  Adam.

  Adam stood behind her and Killian leaned against the door frame. Her two dream lovers come to life to haunt her with the embarrassment and humiliation of having been caught doing something Rachel would never have admitted to anybody she did. The flush in her cheeks did not come wholly from the afterglow of release.

  What now?

  What did she say after what just happened? Was there anything really to say? They'd intruded on her most intimate and private of moments, but did it matter? From the look in their eyes and the pounding of her own heart, there could be no denying that things were about to get a lot more intimate between the three of them.

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  Adam didn't know if he could hold on for another second. It had been a guess in his mind for the last five minutes, ever since he walked into the room and found Rachel wearing an outfit he'd never thought she'd even own. That shock had been minimal compared to what she had been doing.

  He'd known the second her hands had slid her robe off her shoulders that she would be giving him a show that would test his control like it had never been tested before. It had been a fantasy come true, but for one detail. She hadn't watched. She'd kept her eyes closed when he knew she would enjoy it more with them open.

  He'd rectify that. Next time, he would make sure she kept her eyes open and there would be a next time. Many times, because he would need it. Even now the memory of her lifting her own breast to her mouth, of watching those full, pink lips part over her furrowed tip, had his balls drawing up in painful demand.

  God, but he wanted to watch it all again, even as he wanted to be the one tasting her luscious tits. It would only be the beginning. He'd taste every inch of her, spread her out on the bed and feast on her, but first he had to get the burning distraction out of his cock. It would give him no rest until it had fucked itself to exhaustion in the sweet heat of the pussy he could already smell dripping with cream.

  Oh, yeah. She'd be hot and tight around his fingers. Tight enough that the very idea of having that little cunt suck the length of his cock into the vise of her molten muscles made his dick threaten to explode before it even got a chance to feel Rachel from the inside out. He would have erupted over her then, taking what he needed with as much finesse as a caveman if she hadn't surprised him by moving.

  Not away, but toward. She turned and pressed her flushed curves into him, surprising him with her boldness. He wouldn't have expected her to embrace the moment, but then again he wouldn't have expected her to start it with such a magnificent display ei
ther. Rachel might have come off as prim and proper, but within her lay the heart of a vixen.

  The contradiction had him mesmerized, which was why he didn't respond at first when she stretched up to press a sweet kiss against his lips. Her quick little tongue licked at his before her sharp little teeth took a nibble at his lower lip. The sudden assault shot a violent bolt of lust through him, but she didn't give him a chance to unleash his aroused aggression.

  Leaning back she caught his gaze. The dark orbs glinted with the dangerous combination of feminine mystery and mirth. Adam swallowed, paralyzed by the volatile mix of anticipation and excitement, as her eyes slowly drifted further away from him as she went to her knees. He knew, he could see the promise in her eyes. She intended to torment him and there was nothing he could do to stop her. Nothing he would do, but stand there tense, each muscle locked and loaded.

  She could have this moment. Soon though, very soon he would have his. The little minx might think she had the upper hand, but once she drained every inch of his cock of its stiffness he would show her just who held the power.

  Adam couldn't relax enough to smile, but he wanted to. His little temptress, Rachel had the spirit of vixen, but the sweet soul of an angel. The way she fumbled with his belt and tugged at the zipper of his jeans told him that this would be a first for her. Instead of diminishing her power as a seductress, the underlying innocence he could sense in her only made her more attractive to him.

  Then he forgot to breath. She'd gotten his jeans undone. The moment the leash had loosened from around his hardened shaft it sprung forward to find a warm welcome in her cupped hands. So light, so gentle the first tentative strokes of her palm along his cock had him shuddering with the struggle to restrain himself from taking control.

  He'd never been touched like this before. Slowly, with a reverence that made him feel like she was worshipping him, Rachel explored every crease, every wrinkle of his dick. Adam clenched his jaw and endured her curious little caresses. With each one she filled his mind with the static of his own rampaging lust until all he could hear was the hum of tension binding down on him.

  With a crackle and pop, it snapped at the cool, silky feel of her tongue tracing up the seam of the vein running the length of his cock. She used just the tip of her tongue for that first electrifying lick. Right beneath the ridge of his swollen head, her tongue dipped and slid back downward.

  At first her mouth didn't move and the rest of her tongue snaked out, curling around his thickness until the velvety heaven cupped him and pulled her lips down toward his balls. Adam flinched and gasped when her explorations continued lower. Her lips closed over his tender sacks. She sucked and he moaned.

  Oh, shit!

  He'd come right now if she did that again. Holding himself tense and ready for another devastating blow, he sucked in a huge breath when her tongue skipped back up his cock. The quick flirty motion gave him a second to regain some precious needed control, but only a second. Licking around the curved edge of his head, she delivered another sharp lash of rapture to his body when she tasted the very tip of his dick.

  Flaring her lips just a little, she settled her mouth down around the head of his cock in a painfully unfulfilling move. So close to what he wanted, she didn't suck and it about killed him. She did go exploring, allowing her tongue to trace down the slit toward the unseeing eyes in the center of his head.

  That soft, velvety toy was followed by the sharp scrape of teeth over his sensitive skin. Adam cursed and jerked under the assault. Almost instantly his objections turned to approval as she soothed the injury with a gentle suck. The teasing little motion had his hips jerking back toward her as a groan escaped from him.

  The little tease.

  She knew what she was doing to him. That truth glimmered in her eyes. Eyes that had not once wavered from his. That look alone would have hardened his dick. In combination with what her wicked mouth was doing to him, the effect was almost lethal. It might not have killed him, but it did rip away any veneer of domestication he normally wore.

  The primitive male inside him demanded that the woman kneeling before him finish what she'd started. He would tolerate no more games or hesitation. Her time of power had just come to an end.

  Adam regained control of the leash by wrapping a fist through her hair. Rachel didn't mutter a single protest or utter a word of complaint when he dragged her head back, forcing her face to tilt up.

  "You want to play, Rachel, but you don't know the rules to this game."

  Her lips twisted up ever so slightly in a barely-there, smug, little smile. Adam growled. She challenged him. Adam never backed down from a challenge and only very rarely lost. Pushing her head back down until her lips brushed over his cock once again, Adam snarled out an order.

  "Suck it."

  He didn't ask and he didn't leave her any room to deny him even if she had wanted to. With his hold in her hair, he forced her head lower and her lips broke wide over his length. She rebelled for a moment, refusing to suck even as she took his dick all the way into the warm, moist haven of her mouth. Only when his head bounced against the back of her throat and she'd settled over as much of his thick shaft as she could take, did she move.

  With a quickness that he couldn't defend against, her hand shot up to palm his balls. At the exact same instant, she jerked back against his hold, clamping her lips down and pulling her mouth back up over his cock. Adam cursed again, jerking under the sudden onslaught of pleasure and it didn't stop.

  She didn't stop. She sucked his cock with a speed and fierceness that had him teetering on the edge of the most explosive climax he'd ever approached. His hand kept her head bobbing up and down his length at an ever increasing speed until she swallowed and took his aching length that much deeper into paradise.

  The damn broke and he couldn't contain his roar of satisfaction, any more than he could stop the burning seed from erupting out of his balls in a volcanic outpouring. Nothing ever compared to the pure pleasure of a release, but this time he soared to heights he didn't know men were capable of attaining. It was almost poetic, almost poetic but for the savagery of the rapture that held him in its grip.

  It burned straight through his flesh to brand his soul with the permanence of Utopia known. He would need this again, need to feel like this often. That sobering reality ripped him from the ecstasy embracing him and tumbled him back to Earth, where Rachel still knelt before him and the promise of another trip to paradise still kept his dick hard.

  Hard as if I was an eighteen year old with the ability to go many, many rounds in one night.

  It had been awhile since that had happened. Years, in fact. He was normally good for two, maybe three rounds in one night. Now he suddenly had the stamina to go two or three rounds in the next hour, all thanks to the woman whose lips glistened with the proof of his last release.

  Poor girl. She has no idea what is in store for her.

  Adam couldn't wait to show her.

  She'd done a good job of swallowing everything he'd blasted her with, but not all. His cock still felt sticky from his recent explosion. Tightening the hold that had gone slack when he'd come, he knotted her hair around his fist and forced her gaze back to his dick.

  "Time to clean up your mess, honey. Lick it."

  Lick it she did. Licked it, teased it, brought him back to the need to have her suck it. The little vixen, he'd probably played right into her hands, because she didn't need him to command her. Opening her mouth wide, she clamped her lips down over his cock and worked him back to the edge of ecstasy. This time she set the rhythm. She took control and he didn't have the strength to fight it.

  Too. Damn. Good.

  A part of him wanted to rally and fight for dominance of this moment, but she was just too damn good. The best blow job he'd ever had. He should have relaxed and sailed right over the horizon into another atomic explosion, but this time he fought it.

  Damn me. I'm not going to waste this load down her throat.

 
; He'd deliver it buried deep inside her right after he'd reamed her pussy hard and good. That's exactly what he wanted to do, would do once he put a stop to this insanity. That was the one thing he couldn't do. It just felt too damn good to call a stop to it. Besides, he consoled himself, being lured into acceptance of the moment. Besides, there would be time later to get his revenge.

  Adam heard a rustle of movement, felt Rachel's moan vibrate down the length of his shaft. Barely cracking his eyes open he saw that Killian had moved. His friend had gone to the floor behind Rachel, his big, tanned hands held her thighs wide and Adam envied him the sight. He could only imagine how pretty Rachel's little pussy must look, all swollen and glistening with cream, naked in a way that lured a man in to take a little taste.

  He watched as Killian's head dipped to do just that. Rachel jerked and skipped a beat. Another moan reverberated down his cock and Adam smiled. Things were about to get good.

  Chapter 7

  Too good.

  It was as if a slice of heaven had just speared through her, straight up from her pussy to incinerate her spine in a shower of pure, white-hot rapture. Another bolt shot through her as the devilish tongue made another pass straight through her swollen lips. It pressed slightly over the opening of her cunt, a quick, shallow thrust that had her moaning and arching in a silent plea for more.

  It obeyed with another thrust into her aching sheath before it slid free of her clinging muscles to dip up and discover the little bud that held the mystery of the female orgasm within its web of nerve endings.

  Oh, God, yes!

  Rachel didn't know if she said it or thought it. She didn't care. All she cared about was arching backward, pressing into the tongue swirling over her tender little clit and making her whole body tremble as the screws to her release tightened down all around her. She tried to rear and buck into the open mouth tormenting her pussy, but the firm, almost painful, grip of fingers dug into her hips and held her still.