Springer, Jan - The Pleasure Girl [The Desperadoes 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Jan Springer

  “The plugs I saw in the bathroom drawer aren’t going to stretch you enough for my boys. I have a bigger one. Unused. No need to worry about that.”

  Arousal slashed through her. Her pussy creamed at the thought of his friends being as big as Logan. To her surprise, he slapped her ass. Hard. Her skin stung and she gasped at the unexpected impact. He slapped her ass a few more times until her skin burned and she was gripping the comforter tightly against the hot blaze. To tell the truth, the erotic way he slapped her seemed caring compared to how the other guys she entertained did it. Erotic, indeed, and arousing.

  “Nice and pink. I like a blushing ass. I can’t wait to take you, Teyla. My cock is so hard and swollen just thinking about the boys watching me taking you in the rear.”

  Teyla swallowed at the visions his confession whipped up. Her tied to the bed while men took turns fucking her ass. Oh, boy, she shouldn’t be thinking about this. Shouldn’t be getting so excited. He was just a job. What he wanted was just her job. She shouldn’t be anticipating the arrival of two more strangers as much as she was. It just wasn’t normal.

  His hands curved over her warm cheeks again, and she couldn’t help but move her buttocks against his palms as sweet need swept through her. Yes, she did want Logan to do her first. To give her the pleasure first. She blew out a long, slow breath and held the comforters tighter.

  A moment later, he smoothed his hands away, and she heard the sound of plastic ripping. It was followed by water tinkling in the basin. She angled her head so she could watch and caught glimpses of a huge black butt plug, one end tapered and the shaft almost as thick as Logan’s cock.

  She creamed and trembled at the same time as a mixture of emotions charged through her. Nervousness at not being able to relax enough to take the plug and excitement at how it would feel buried inside her. All her clients were average-sized when it came to their cocks. The two who did anal were small, so she’d had little problem wearing the plugs she had. No problems taking their cocks inside her.

  She always made it a habit to prepare herself with a plug a day or two before an anal regular came to visit. Maybe that’s why she couldn’t totally relax this time? Because of the unexpectedness of this stranger’s arrival and the large size of the plug?

  The sound of her lube jar, the one she kept on her dresser, opening, had her eyes widening. She watched his fingers dip into the jar. He came out with a generous amount and smeared it liberally over the tapered end of the plug.

  His eyes looked dark with intent as his gaze moved from the plug to study her ass. Fire whipped through her and she could see the need pulsing through his eyes. Could feel it building through her, too. He placed the plug down on the towel, and she whimpered as his lubed finger touched her tight sphincter and he pushed past her protesting muscles. She heard him groan as her muscles gripped his fingers with wanton welcome.

  His other lubed finger slipped against her clit and she gasped as he began a splendid massage that had her writhing. While he seduced her clit, a finger pushed deeper into her ass. The pressure of the entry had her breathing deeply as she struggled to relax. A second lubed finger entered her ass. She accepted him, her muscles eager and gripping. She moaned at the sensations, the pressure and the wicked burn of entry.

  It was quiet in here, in her bedroom. Quiet, except for the sounds of her soft moans and the squish of lube as he continued his seductive massage on her clit. She could feel the warm wetness pool between her thighs, the push toward oblivion. The bliss beyond reach.

  Lubed fingers stretched deeper into her ass, explored and caressed, and then he began a gentle pumping motion. Every entry went deeper, and she was shifting her hips on the pillows, widening her legs, needing a quicker, firmer pressure on her clit, a faster rhythm in her ass.

  She whimpered as erotic sensations grabbed and took hold. He was pushing her toward an orgasm and then his voice split through the silence and pulled her back to reality.

  “Easy, baby, I don’t want you to come yet.”

  No, please. Now. She wasn’t sure if she said it out loud or not, but she cried out in disappointment as he withdrew his fingers and he moved away.

  “I’m putting in the plug next, baby. Just a bit more time and then I’ll take you,” he whispered in a hoarse voice.

  Anticipation rocked her. He pulled her ass cheeks apart, and she moaned as the lubed, flared tip of the plug gently sank into her. Heat burned through her as the pressure built.

  Oh, my! It feels so big!

  “I know you’re not used to the size,” he said gently. “This plug is almost as big as myself and the boys.”

  The boys. She inhaled sharply at the thought of three men taking her tomorrow.

  “Take some deep breaths, baby. It’ll pinch then I’ll make you feel better.”

  Her breaths sawed in and out as she fought to control them. Incredible pressure continued to build. Finally the plug stopped, fully buried. The immense size felt odd lodged in her. Odd, but in a good way, and she inhaled in relief.

  “I have another surprise for you,” he murmured. “But first I want you to stand beside the bed and wait for me to come back.”

  She nodded numbly and gasped as the thick plug wedged even deeper inside her as she stood. He disappeared into the kitchen, taking the basin of water with him.

  “I know you’re really wet for me, so I want you to play with your clit,” he called out from the other room. She could hear the rip of plastic, the splash of water and she wondered what in the world he was up to next? “Play gently,” he called out. “Keep yourself humming for me. Don’t bring yourself off. I will do that for you.”

  “O…okay,” she managed to say in a breathy voice that sounded so not like hers. Her legs were trembling as she stood, her pussy tight and needy, her inner thighs drenched with warm cream and the lube he’d used.

  She stood in front of the mirror, watching herself as she widened her legs. Panting, she touched her clit and watched her eyes flare with heat. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes twinkled with a rare happiness.

  Her heart beat madly as she gingerly massaged her clit and played with her nipples. She became so entranced watching herself, she didn’t hear Logan enter the bedroom until she smelled him. Then he was touching her backside with something and peering over her shoulder, catching her gaze in the mirror. She inhaled harshly at the lust written all over his face. Lust and raw need.

  “I’ve got a thick, black dildo for you. I want to fuck you with it. Watch you come while I’m fucking you.”

  Her pussy clenched. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out as he instructed her to place her hands on the bureau, widen her legs more, and stick out her butt.

  His instructions were driving her wild. Obediently, she did what he told her to do and splayed her palms on top of the bureau, feeling the cool, smooth wood beneath her fingers as she waited. Then he disappeared from her view, and she realized he’d dropped to his knees behind her. She swallowed at the feel of the smooth head of the dildo lodged against her vaginal opening.

  “Take it in, Teyla. Take it all the way in,” he said softly as he slid the huge dildo slowly into her. Because of the plug, her vagina was ultra-tight, and she fought to breathe as he withdrew and softly entered her again. And again. Going deeper into her with every erotic thrust. Her pussy muscles clenched and she could feel the elevated veins on the toy as she gripped it, sucking it into her. She moaned and whimpered as a stimulator pressed against her clit. Cried out as he withdrew and then plunged into her again. The dildo stretched her as she’d never been stretched before.

  She gazed in the mirror. Watched her eyelids droop. Saw him standing there behind her again, studying her while he thrust in and out, until she was panting and gyrating her hips and loving the hard, long, thick dildo plunging in and out of her. Sensations burst through her, rocked her.

  “Oh, God!” she cried out as the thrusting had her teetering toward an orgasm.

  “Are you going to come?”
he asked.

  “Yes,” she gasped and readied herself.

  “No,” he whispered and the dildo didn’t come back in.

  No? Teyla moaned, blinking in surprise. She stared at herself in the mirror and her mouth hung open in an unattained gasp of frustration.

  He moved her to the bed.

  “Climb in,” he ordered sharply, his voice hoarse with arousal.

  She climbed in, holding up the covers for him to join her. He grabbed a condom, and a moment later he had it on. Once beside her, he quickly swept her into his arms.

  “Get on top of me. Ride me,” he whispered into her ear.

  Ride him?

  Oh, my, this command was a nice change. Most of her clients went directly for the missionary position.

  Getting on her hands and knees, she whipped away the covers and caught the intense way he gazed up at her. That sexy look made her tummy hollow out in such a nice way.

  Squatting over him, she lowered herself and angled her pussy over his engorged erection until she felt the smooth cockhead nudge against her vaginal opening.

  He grinned up at her again. That damned smile of his flipped her out, distracting her from the job with all these butterfly sensations running through her body. Wasn’t she supposed to be pleasuring him? Instead, he was making her feel so wicked and wantonly hot, it was sinful.

  His gaze raked her breasts as she maneuvered over his torso. He reached up, his hands melting like liquid fire over her waist as he guided her into the proper position over his engorged cock. She descended, her pussy enveloping his large girth. They both inhaled together as she crouched lower, his cock impaling her, the pressure unbelievable due to the plug in her ass.

  “That’s the way, babe,” he whispered and hissed as he lifted her and brought her down onto his shaft again. Harder this time, making the breath suck right out of her lungs. Gosh, this felt so good.

  She forced herself to keep her eyes open and study his reaction. His brown eyes were glazed with arousal, and his smiling mouth twitched as he lifted her and brought her down on him again and again. As pleasure sparkled through her, she surveyed the dark, sexy stubble on his face, the thick column of his neck, his heavily muscled chest and arms. And his scent. Oh, wow, she really did like his scent. So alive and potent, it had her inhaling it deeply into her lungs, and she felt her skin get nice and warm and her heart felt happy.

  She noticed his smile had faded away and he was really looking at her, too, and really liking what he saw. Oh, man, she was reading way too much into this again. Bad girl. Then the tips of his mouth twitched again as if he wanted to smile but he was holding himself back. That small movement ripped her out of her daydream state. Yep, better get back to reality or the guy was going to think she was some sort of nitwit.

  As he brought her down again, his erection plunged deeper inside of her. She gyrated against his pelvis and he groaned. Her body tightened as carnal sensations grabbed and took hold. She could feel him tensing, knew he was going to come right along with her.

  Mindless pleasure zapped out of nowhere, slamming into her. She bucked and gyrated as the pleasure raced through her like bolts of lightning. Oh, if this wasn’t heaven, then she didn’t know what it was.

  He moaned raggedly, and the erotic sound just about drove her crazy. She rode him as hard as she could, gyrating her hips against him while he held tight to her breasts. Soon they were both sailing into the abyss of scorching passion, and Teyla knew she’d never experienced anything so beautiful in her life.

  Chapter Six

  Logan found himself smiling as he listened to Teyla’s soft breathing against his ear. They’d fallen asleep last night after that wild orgasm. Her on top of him, him still impaled inside of her. Just feeling her warm pussy clenched around his cock as she slept had him hardening quickly.

  Man, he’d never been so damned horny with a woman before. Usually, after a couple of fast fucks, he’d lose interest in the chick, but not with this one. He resisted the urge to reach up and stroke her hair. Resisted the urge to roll her over and start fucking her again. Right now, he just wanted to enjoy how sweet it felt having her curves pressed up against him.

  Yeah, real sweet. He could get used to this. Real used to this.

  “A penny for your thoughts,” a familiar male voice suddenly whispered from somewhere nearby and to his right.

  Hell! If he hadn’t immediately recognized the voice of one his partners, Spencer Greer, he’d be very caught right now, wouldn’t he?

  Shit! How come he hadn’t heard anything? Man, he was really living on the edge with this woman, wasn’t he?

  “You can open your eyes, we know you’re awake,” his other partner, Cassidy Cane, murmured softly, obviously not wanting to wake up Teyla.

  Logan opened his eyes and found the two men grinning down at him, very amused at having found him in this compromising position.

  “She certainly does look good on you.” Cassidy chuckled.

  “And he means that quite literally,” Spencer whispered.

  “Great sense of humor, boys. Now get lost, I want some privacy.”

  “Privacy? Since when? You’ve never been bashful about being naked in front of us before.”

  There hadn’t been quite this kind of woman before, he thought to himself.

  He detected a shift in her breathing, realized she was slowly coming out of sleep mode. The last thing he wanted was for her to meet the guys while they were leering down at her.

  “Fuck off, gentlemen, the lady is waking up, and I don’t want your ugly mugs to scare her off. You’ll meet her in a bit.”

  “Your wish is our command, oh, master.” Cane’s grin widened, and he did a low, sweeping bow before Spencer’s nudge urged him out of the bedroom.

  Just in time, too, because Teyla’s pretty, dark brown eyes fluttered open. She smiled at him, and damned if his heart didn’t do one hell of a neat flip. Oh, man, he was falling way too hard for this chick. He needed to freeze his heart. Keep this emotionless. It was after all, just a business transaction between them.

  “I think I heard someone,” she whispered, her entire body tensing.

  “Yeah, well that would be the boys,” he admitted.

  She blinked sleepily, as if trying to figure out what he was saying and then recognition snapped through her face. Her smile wobbled and she swallowed. He wasn’t sure if she was afraid or if she was nervous or excited, or maybe all three? Maybe he should ask her if she’d changed her mind?

  “When did they come?” she asked and as she made a move to get off him, she inhaled softly, realizing he was still buried inside her. He could feel her vaginal muscles clench around his shaft a whole lot tighter.

  Fuck, but she was sweet. The guys would appreciate her, just as much as he did. And he wanted to watch her get fucked. It was a fetish of his. To share. Man, he wanted to fuck her again. Now. But he’d wait. They had all day.

  He forced the warmth out of his heart. Forced the emotions from him, as well. Had she been his woman, he would have broken her in slowly. Just as he’d done his wife. But hell, those days were gone.

  “Get dressed,” he ordered. She winced at the coldness in his voice and guilt slammed into him like a sledgehammer. He swore softly beneath his breath as she wiggled off him, her warm cunt reluctantly letting go of his stiff cock.

  “I’ll put the coffee on. Take your time. Make yourself pretty for them. They’ve been without a woman for a long time.”

  She nodded, and as she stood, she grabbed a blanket off the bed and wrapped herself in it as if she were enveloping herself in a yellow cocoon, protecting herself from him.

  Damn it! He was an asshole for acting so cold toward her.

  He got out of bed, found his jeans, and climbed into them. He tried to ignore how cute she looked with that waterfall of messy, silky brown hair tumbling all around her body while she watched him dress. Tried to resist this overwhelming urge to take her into his arms and give her a mind-blowing kiss. He took a st
ep toward her, but laughter from the other two men from the kitchen area stopped him dead in his tracks.

  Yeah, he needed to cool down. To get out there and away from her, or he’d end up in here the rest of the day. He needed to get updates from the boys regarding the posse and if they’d heard from the rest of the gang.

  Grabbing his shirt, he headed for the bedroom door. When he reached it, he hesitated. He didn’t want to leave without at least apologizing for his gruff order a moment earlier.

  When he turned around, his damned heart felt all warm and fuzzy as he saw that she was still watching him. Her cheeks were flushed; maybe she was embarrassed at the guys being here already? Or maybe she was just plain aroused at the prospect of three men taking her? Well, whatever the case, she sure did look pretty with her hair all messy like that. No, more than pretty. She looked so damned sultry he wanted to kiss her yet again. Kiss away that pretty pout marring those pink, luscious lips.

  “I had a real good time last night. I just wanted to thank you for that,” he blurted.

  Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t say anything. Didn’t smile. Hell, what did he expect, anyways? It wasn’t like they were lovers or something. Silently, he kicked himself in his ass for having feelings of guilt, opened the door, and stepped out of the room.

  When Cassidy and Spencer saw him enter the kitchen, they must have noticed his confused state, because they suddenly stopped chuckling and eyed him with concern.

  “What?” Spencer asked as he sat on the chair Teyla had used last night while they’d eaten the potatoes, bacon, and peaches.

  Spencer had taken Logan’s chair, his hand clutched around the empty peach can. If the guy had been trying to suck the last drops of syrup from the can, he was out of luck. Logan had made sure he’d given Teyla most of the peach juice last night when he’d portioned out the peaches.

  “What about the posse? Any sight of them?” Logan asked, ignoring Spencer’s question.

  They’d obviously gotten chilled during their ride over here because they’d stoked the stove with firewood, and it was roaring and pumping out heat like a blast furnace. Despite that, though, Logan couldn’t shake off the coldness enveloping him with regards to Teyla. He should have kissed her. Reassured her that if she didn’t want to go through with this ménage, she didn’t have to. But, man, he wanted to share her. Wanted to watch the pleasure slash across her face when they took her. Okay, so later he would ask if she’d changed her mind. Right now, they needed to get down to business.