"Christ, that's sweet," Micky said.
Mackenzie smiled and suddenly Sean's mouth covered hers. He kissed her deeply and then his tongue outlined her lips, tracing lightly, darting away, tracing again. She lifted her head, trying desperately to find his mouth blindfolded. She found herself laughing as he tried to stay out of her reach yet within touch. Sean laughed with her.
Micky thrust his fingers into her and Mac nearly bolted upright as a shot of pleasure stabbed into her pussy. "Don't distract her, asshole. My dick is rock-hard and enjoying every minute."
"How about you, Sean?" Mackenzie said. "Why don't you bring your dick a little closer?"
"No problem."
His lower body slammed against her and she wrapped her other hand around him. Not as thick as Micky's, but definitely longer. She had two perfectly-shaped, pulsing, hard cocks in her hands. Could life getting any better than this? She doubted it.
Sean kissed the side of her neck, sending tingling pulses firing down her chest. Her nipples tightened, wanting a touch, a lick, or a nibble. Sean didn't let her down. He pinched one between his fingers, rolling it, squeezing and tugging. The touch shot straight to her pussy, causing it to clench around Micky's fingers and building an incredible pressure inside.
"You're so wet, Mac. My fingers are sliding in and out like grease."
"Nice image, Mick," Sean said. His fingers continued to roll and tug, then moved to her other breast. "Take a poetry class."
"She knows what I mean," Micky said. "I want to taste her."
His cock slid out of her hand. His shoulders tried to squeeze between her thighs and she opened wider then slid her legs over his shoulders. His tongue pressed against the bottom of her pussy. It slowly slid upward, dipping between her lips, caressing her lightly and then flicking across her clit. Her body shivered and she reached down to rake her hands into his hair.
"Very tasty," Micky said. "Hmm a hint of strawberry I think."
"Very funny," Mac said.
Micky laughed then locked his mouth over her clit, sucking gently as his tongue teased her with gentle flickers. When he pushed two fingers into her, her pussy clenched violently and a spasm tore through her body. As her back bowed, Sean's arm slid beneath her and pulled her up for a hard kiss. She moaned as waves of pleasure ripped through every inch of her body, and her pussy pulsed with tiny aftershocks that made her shiver.
She'd give anything to see their eyes. She wanted to watch their faces and discover if they liked this as much as she did, but the blindfold made that impossible. She hoped they did. She concentrated on the warmth of their fingers, their lips and the enthusiasm they had in bringing her pleasure. She breathed in their musky scent, the wonderful fragrance of youth, vitality and pure male desire. They might be young, but they were definitely men. Her body responded to their undivided and thoroughly arousing attention. She reveled in the tangible evidence of their need, of the hard, swollen cocks that bumped, lunged, prodded and pressed against her body at regular intervals.
Micky stopped his suction and licked her pussy several times until her body stopped trembling. Suddenly both men left her and she missed the heat of their bodies. She heard the sound of a top being popped on a bottle.
"Time for dessert," Sean said.
She felt a trickle of liquid across her breasts, and suddenly each nipple was enveloped by a warm mouth. One of the mouths sucked hard, and the other licked in sure steady strokes. She reached up and caressed their heads, feeling the soft wave of Sean's hair and the coarser spikes of Micky's. Every so often a mouth disappeared, and another trickle of liquid spread across the skin of her breasts, her belly and her hips. They licked, nibbled and sucked at every inch of her body, saving her clit for last. Though she couldn't see them, she suspected they each had a turn. By the time they'd finished, she trembled all over.
"Now it's your turn," Micky said.
She felt a warm cock skim her mouth. She rooted toward it, and with the tip of her tongue, licked to find the taste of chocolate. She lapped it off the head, nibbling her way downward, stroking her tongue through the decadent taste and over the silky, hard skin. Micky grew harder under her mouth. When she finished with the chocolate, she reached up, took him in her hand and guided his cock deep into her mouth, lifting up and down to slide him in and out. Micky's groans told her how much he enjoyed it.
Micky finally pulled out of her mouth. "I don't want to come in your mouth. I want to come in your pussy. The sooner the better. But taste Sean first."
Another cock bumped against her lips. This time she pulled him directly in her mouth, savoring both the taste of the chocolate and the warm musky taste of his flesh. She sucked hard, pulled him deeper and allowed her throat muscles to milk him. Sean's hands wrapped around her face, tugging her closer and pushing his cock farther into her throat.
She heard the tiny sound of foil being torn, and then a warm pair of thighs nestled between her legs. Sean pulled his cock from her mouth. She licked her lips and Sean groaned. After he moved away, his hands settled on either side of her head and he gave her an upside down kiss, his teeth tugging gently on her lip. She tasted herself and chocolate.
Micky's hands slid under her ass and lifted. His thick, hard cock pushed between her pussy lips and drove inside. She couldn't stop the moan of pleasure that passed her lips. He pulled her toward him and she slid up his thighs. His cock pushed deeper, stretching her, filling her. It felt like heaven. Each time he yanked her toward him, his cock rubbed her inner walls, rubbing against her g-spot and grinding the pleasure through her unmercifully. Micky tugged faster and faster, his fingers digging her into ass. The friction against her legs was almost unbearable. She came faster than she'd ever come during fucking.
Her leg muscles tightened as she arched upward under his hands. As her pussy convulsed around him, he gave her a final tug and held her tight against his groin, rubbing her clit against him and sending her spiraling even higher. Micky groaned as she felt the hot pulse of his orgasm against her own spasming muscles. After a moment he leaned forward, his hair brushing her abdomen.
"Fucking fantastic," he whispered.
He gathered her up and tugged her against his chest. When she lifted her face, he kissed her passionately, deeply, with his tongue exploring her mouth and his lips nipping at hers. He pressed soft kisses on her face before he lowered her back to the quilt. Slowly he pulled his cock from her body. As she heard him leave the room, another foil packet ripped open, and within a moment, Sean tugged her up to a sitting position.
"Get on your hands and knees, Mac."
She turned over and did as he requested. He reached around her to finger her clit, his other hand trailing soft caresses across her back. He pushed a finger inside her. His hard cock prodded against her, eager to be inside.
"You're so wet."
One hand swept over her hip, and with the other he positioned his cock at her pussy. He shoved in hard, then gripped her other hip. He sat back on his heels and yanked her toward his lap. She gasped when his cock drove deeper then she leaned back against him. The warmth of his body enveloped her as he began to pump her up and down on his cock, lifting her high then slamming her down. Within moments the pressure built inside of her, and she clutched his forearms, digging her nails into his skin.
"It feels incredible," she said.
"Rub yourself, Mac. Make it even better."
She slid her hand between her legs and touched her clit. The small piece of flesh was hot, burning, swollen, wet, aching and so tender. She circled the nub, pressing tight, trying to match Sean's rhythm. Her leg muscles clenched and her pussy throbbed against the length of Sean's cock. She circled faster and suddenly her inner muscles clamped down on Sean, pulsing rapidly as she came with a low moan. He pumped harder, making her orgasm an excruciating wave of pleasure that ground through her entire body. Finally, he rammed her down against him and held her tight. His cock throbbed hard within her, and then pulsed as he released.
His head dr
opped to her shoulder and she reached up to run her fingers through his hair.
Micky's voice came out of the darkness. "That was a fucking beautiful sight."
"She's beautiful," Sean said.
"Yes, she is."
Sean unwrapped the blindfold from her eyes, and Mac blinked against the soft glow of the dozen candles lit throughout the room. Sean set her on the quilt, then stood and left the room.
When he returned she reached out and picked up the scarf. She gave them a seductive smile then wiggled her eyebrows. "Who wants to be next?"
Both men raised their hands and she laughed.
"First one with a hard-on gets a turn."
Chapter 6
The shrill ring of the phone jolted her out of a fabulous dream. She lurched upright and reached out blindly, feeling the warmth of the body next to her. She leaned across Micky, pressing a kiss to his shoulder and snagged the phone. Before she could get her mouth working, she heard, "Did you forget to recharge your phone again, Mac?"
She plopped back to the mattress and raked the hair out of her eyes. "Morning, Tim. No. I think it's still in my purse. Or my pocket. Not really sure." She rubbed her eyes, squinting at the dim light coming through the window. "What time is it?"
"It's 7:30. Aren't you usually up by now?"
She rose to her elbow, peered at the clock and realized she hadn't remembered to set her alarm. Again. "Yeah, I guess so."
"You guess so? Are you okay, Mac? You sound kind of dazed."
She shook her head. She couldn't seem to focus. Wow. It amazed her what a night of fucking great sex could do to her. She closed her eyes and lay back down. "I am, a little. Sorry about that."
Micky snuggled against her, sporting a hard-on.
"I retrieved it all, Mac."
She bolted upright. "Are you kidding me? You're a God-damned genius!"
She scrambled out of the covers, leapt to her feet and jumped up and down on the bed. Mickey muttered, "What the fuck?" and Sean tumbled to the floor with a loud thud.
She bounced to her knees. "I knew you could do it. You're my hero, Tim." Tim continued to talk. Micky tackled her and rolled her around on the bed, kissing her into a fit of giggles. Sean clutched the side of the bed and pulled himself back up. He grabbed her ankles and tugged her to the edge of the bed.
"You're going to pay for that, Mac," he growled.
She could barely hear Tim. "What's going on there, Mac? Do you have a houseful of kids?"
"Tim, I gotta go. Can I come by in about an hour?"
"It's going to be more than an hour," Micky said.
Mac could envision Tim shaking his head on the other end. "That was no kid I just heard. Sounds as though you got lucky last night, Mac. Good for you. See you whenever you get here. I'll loan you one of my laptops for the day."
Before the goodbye had left her lips, Micky plucked the phone from her hand. Before he could toss it aside, she grabbed it back.
"One second. I have a call I have to make."
She jumped from the bed and punched in Cathleen's number. She raised the shade to see the weather for the day, and there in the driveway sat her car. She turned with her brightest smile. She couldn't keep the wonder out of her voice.
"My car's here."
"My uncle owns a dealership," Sean said. "He's a great guy."
"He's a fabulous guy. Just like his nephew." She winked. "Morning, David. It's me. Sorry to call so early. Yes, Cathleen called last night. I'm so excited for you both. You'll be wonderful parents. Of course I'll be there Sunday. I wouldn't miss it for anything. I wanted to ask you a favor. I have a friend who missed a chem final yesterday, and it's going to play havoc with just about everything. His name is Sean Anderson. Yes, the quarterback." She laughed. "Oh, I get around, David. Not everyone has a guy like you in their life. Would that be possible? Awesome, David, thank you. Yes. That sounds great. I'll tell him. Absolutely. See you Sunday. And I'll be bringing the most fabulous gift an aunt can buy."
She clicked off. Sean shuffled across the quilt on his knees, his brow furrowed.
"What's going on? You said my name. Who did you call?"
"Just my brother-in-law." She tossed the phone onto the bed. "I needed to congratulate him on"
"Mac," Sean groaned.
She shrugged. "It's no big deal. David happens to be the dean. He's going to set up another final with your professor."
Sean's mouth dropped open. Micky clapped him on the back.
"Call David's office later this morning. I'll give you his private number. Then"
Sean jumped off the bed and swept her up. He spun her around, kissing her everywhere he could reach. When they dropped back to the bed, Micky dove into the fray. Mac decided she'd be a little late for work. Fuck 'em.
* * * *
Mac toasted up all the waffles, spread them on a plate and poured on a ton of syrup. They ate their breakfast, hacking off bites from the same plate. Except for Tim, she'd never felt more comfortable with one man, let alone two. She waved her fork between them.
"Are you going to be in the dog house for not supplying the beer last night?"
Sean nodded. "Yep. I've had four voice mails reminding me what a douche I am."
"Sweet," Micky said. "Can't wait to turn on my phone."
Sean speared half a waffle. "They'll forgive us when they see the Sam Adams. Let's just hope the beer didn't freeze in the trunk." He shoved the food into his mouth and reached for more.
Mac laughed. "Don't you two ever eat?"
Sean winked at her. "Not as good as we've eaten the last twelve hours. Can't beat chicken Alfredo with chocolate pussy for dessert."
"Maybe next time we can make it something more original," Mac said.
Micky forked another big bite of waffle. "How many flavors are there?"
Mac stuffed a bite of waffle in her mouth. "You're thinking of Baskin-Robbins ice cream. There used to be thirty-one, but there are far more now. Believe me, I know. I have half of them in my freezer. Syrups, though, I'm not sure about. We might run out of options pretty quick."
"Someone's going to have to use their imagination," Sean said. "I say it should be the innovative girl. You up to the challenge, Mac?"
She smiled. "Always."
Epilogue
Mac stood off to the side and waited impatiently while Micky and Sean shook hands, got kisses from every woman within distance and posed for pictures. They looked as sweet and adorable as they had eighteen months ago, but maybe a little more adult. Just a little. Her guys had grown up a bit.
When they finished their familial duties, they yanked off their caps and gowns, shoved them into their mothers' arms and rushed toward her. They took turns spinning her around, making her dizzy and otherwise embarrassing the three of them, but she didn't care. She clutched each of them in turn and gave them kisses sure to make their mothers blush. She should have behaved herself, but she had more fun being bad.
"So, how much time do we have before the big celebration dinner?"
"We've got till 6:00," Micky said. "I couldn't hold my mother off any longer than that."
"They want to spend some time with you. They deserve it."
"You deserve some too, Mac," Sean said with a wink. "Private time. So what's the plan?"
"I had a devil of a time deciding what to get you two for a graduation gift." Mac reached into her bag-o-crap and pulled out two bottles of syrup, one chocolate and one strawberry. "So I'm letting you choose."
"Chocolate," they said simultaneously.
"Good choice."
"Nothing like a little dessert before dinner," Sean said.
Mac smiled, shoved the bottles back into her bag, and then looped her arms through theirs. "My thoughts exactly. And wait till you see the surprise I have under my suit."
Micky's brows rose. "Imitation strawberry flavor?"
"Only the best for you, Mick," Mac said.
Micky paused and called over his shoulder. "Hey, Mom! Order three chicken Alfredos at t
he restaurant. We might be a little late."
Mac laughed. "I'm parked" She glanced around then waved her hand vaguely to the right. "Over there, I think. Let's get out of here before my panties melt."
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Amber Carlton's love of romance began when she read The Passionate Adventures of Angelique . Amber is entranced by all things historical, but has a special fascination with English and American history. She lives in the present but loves to write about being "elsewhere".
Her obsessions include the writing of Stephen King, Philip J. Fry and his friends on Futurama, the world of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and things that go bump in the night.
Amber has two sons and currently lives in Ohio with her boyfriend and dog.
THE ELIXIR
Dee S. Knight
DEDICATION
Thanks to my critique partners, Pat Wolf, Chris Neeley and Cheryl Norman. You all are angels for showing me where I need help and listening patiently when I vent.
Love and thanks to the man who's been my sweetheart for more years than I can say. You're the best, Jack.
THE ELIXIR
DEE S. KNIGHT
Copyright 2009
Chapter 1
Barb Morrison barely had time to assimilate the idea that a lime green Cadillac bore down on her. Frozen to the spot, her first thought was that the car was something her eighty-five year old grandmother would drive. In the next split second she bemoaned that she'd never be able to submerge her tired body in a hot tub filled with aromatic bubbles. She'd just purchased her favorite bubble bath from the Piggly-Wiggly with that in mind. There was six bucks shot to hell.
All of her twenty-nine years flashed before her eyes. She saw herself as a baby, a toddler, a teen going to the prom, a nursing school graduate. The last thing pictured in her mind was the last double shift she'd pulled, which explained why she'd been looking forward to that hot bath.
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