by Alexis Angel
“Oh, God, fuck,” I moan, closing my eyes and grabbing Anders’ cock. I start stroking hard, at the same rhythm with which Logan is fucking me, and that just helps the anticipation build in every single cell of my body. Before I know it I’m gritting my teeth, my eyes are rolling in their orbits, and my brain is swimming in a river of endorphins.
Arching my back, my spine bending and bending, I finally release all the tension in my jaw and let out one big scream. Or I try to, anyway—acting fast, Anders places one hand over my mouth, muffling my scream and stopping the whole office from hearing what we’re doing in here.
Not that it’d matter, anyway. I think.
You see, Naughty Angel Publishing is a pretty forward-thinking company. And, with Abby Cleveland at the helm, I doubt anyone would care that two gorgeous men are fucking me right now. But Anders is right, I guess—better safe than sorry.
“Now that’s a start,” I hear Logan say, his voice pulling me up from the river of pleasure I'm drowning in. He slides his cock out of me slowly and, as he does it, I sit up on the table and look from one man to the other.
“Oh, yes, it was,” I purr, pushing myself off the table and going up to my feet. Turning on my heels so that I’m facing Anders, I grab his hand and pull him after me; he comes willingly and, moving fast, I place both my hands on his shoulders and force him to go down. He goes to his knees without a moment’s hesitation and, the moment he’s under me, he reaches for my bunched up dress and pulls it furiously down my legs. I kick it off to a corner of the room, and that’s the only thing I have the time to do; Anders raises his arms and places both his hands on my ass cheeks, pulling me into him and taking his mouth straight onto my drenched pussy.
“Oh,” I moan as I feel his lips on me, his tongue furiously working up and down the length of my inner lips. I throw my head back and smile as he devours me but then, needing more than just his mouth, I take one step back and look into his eyes. “Lay down,” I tell him, surprising myself with the commanding tone of my voice.
“Are you giving orders now?” I hear Logan’s voice, and I turn to him and simply grin.
“Seems like she enjoys being in charge,” Anders says, but at the same time, he obeys my command. He lays down on the carpeted floor, his cock pointing straight up, and I take one step toward him, placing both my feet on either side of his waist. Locking eyes with him, I lower my body over his cock and place my knees on the floor; grabbing his cock, I angle it so that the tip of his cock is right against my wet pussy.
“More than being in charge … this is what I enjoy,” I whisper, lowering my hips at once and impaling myself on his gorgeous thickness. I throw my head back as I do it, my eyes rolling in their orbits, and I feel flames burning up my pussy from the inside out.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask Logan, looking back at him over my shoulder.
“I thought you wouldn’t ask,” he laughs, and then walks all the way toward me, standing to the side. I grab his cock with one hand and, wasting no time, open my mouth wide and take his cock between my lips. The moment I feel his thick twelve inches pressing down on my tongue, I start rocking my body, swaying my hips back and forth over Anders’ cock.
Anders has his hands on my ass, guiding the movement of my body, and Logan has tangled his fingers in my hair to guide the movements of my head; surrendering to their guidance, I close my eyes and simply enjoy how it feels to have two cocks sliding in and out of me, every single cell in my body suddenly electrified by a high voltage current.
Even though my mouth is filled, I start moaning all the same, the sound climbing up my throat and vibrating through the length of Logan’s cock. The sound of my voice seems to echo inside my skull and, by the time I realize what I’m doing, I’ve already taken Logan’s cock out of my mouth.
“Oh God,” I moan out loud, replacing my mouth with my hand and stroking him as hard as I can. My fingers move up and down his length at a furious rhythm, and I match that same pace with my hips, straddling Anders with a kind of fiery intensity. My hair is cascading down my shoulders now, and a few locks are already plastered on my forehead, beads of sweat forming up on my forehead.
“I think I’m gonna … I think I’m gonna --” I start to say, but I never get to finish my sentence. Pleasure darts up my spine in a fraction of a second, ecstasy exploding inside my head like a thermonuclear bomb. Letting go of Logan’s cock, I almost collapse on top of Anders, my fingernails buried deep in his hard pectorals. “Fuck,” I groan, grinding my teeth together so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised if they shattered.
Slight twitches have taken over my pussy lips, and I feel it tightening up and relaxing around Anders’ shaft; easing up as I come, his thrusts start to become slower and slower until he finally stops altogether.
I remain frozen in place, with Anders’ cock still buried deep inside of me, and try to catch my breath. Only when my lungs seem to be working normally again, do I roll to the side, carefully sliding those twelve inches of pure insanity out of my pussy.
“Come here, both of you,” I tell them both, looking from one to the other as I kneel close to them. Anders sits up on the floor and exchanges a quick glance with Logan; then, obeying me, they both stand up in front of me, their cocks the most glorious things I’ve ever seen. They’re glistening from my own fluids, and they seem even harder than before…
I still can’t believe this is happening, you know? When I started working at Naughty Angel, I never expected I’d end up completely naked and on my knees in the conference room, two handsome and ripped men looking down at me with their hard cocks pulsing with desire.
But that’s life; one day you’re writing a book, the next you’re in an impromptu wicked threesome. Stuff like this happens every day, right? Right?
Raising my hands, I take them to their cocks and curl my fingers around their shafts. Showing them my wickedest grin, I start stroking them as hard as I can, milking them for all they have.
I’m going so fast that I feel my wrists burning up, but that only makes me go even faster. Before I know it, I’m gritting my teeth and sweating even more from the effort. I keep my eyes on them, enjoying the expression of pure bliss that’s making their lips curl into a smile of pure ecstasy.
My strokes are fast and flowing, and that’s due to the way my own fluids coat their length; it doesn’t take long for them to surrender to me. Their cocks start pulsing hard against my fingers, and I don’t even have the time to close my eyes: two ropes of thick and gooey cum jump out from the tips of their cocks and hit me right on the face.
I keep on stroking them as they cum, unleashing a veritable river of cum upon my naked body. Their semen splatters all over my chest, heavy beads going over the rising curve of my breasts and then down and around my aching lips. In less than a minute, half of my body is covered in their seed, and I can barely blink without having my eyelids stuck together.
“Fuck!” Logan half-groans-half-laughs, and that’s when I finally feel the dying spasms of their cocks against my fingers. Slowly, I peel them off their cocks and throw myself back, collapsing on the floor and allowing a wild laugh to erupt from my lips.
This feels like a dream—the wet kind.
I take deep and ragged breaths, and I hear them do the same. Then, they lower themselves and lay by my side, their hands going straight for my tits. They squeeze them eagerly and, flattening the palm of their hands over my nipples, they start smearing my body with cum, rubbing it all over my skin and turning it into a slippery mess.
“This was amazing,” I find myself saying, and my own voice feels like it’s coming from the other side of the universe. I’m so dazed that I can’t even think straight.
“It was,” Logan agrees softly, propping himself up on one elbow and then leaning toward me. He brushes his lips against the cum on my mouth, and then Logan does the same. Parting my lips, I allow my tongue to slip out of my mouth and, before I know it, I’m kissing the two of them at the same time.
Lips and tongues and cum—right now, there’s a party going on in our mouths, and it’s the kind of party I thought only happened in books.
But you know what? Ever since I started writing The Virgin Market, I’ve slowly started to realize that, sometimes, real life is better than fiction.
Especially when it involves men like Anders and Logan.
Ah, this is better than winning the lottery.
18
Naughty Angel Newsletter
These covers will make you drippy!!
So today, Aidan came up to me and showed me the new covers that we have for next month's releases and OMG! So hot! I mean, if these covers don’t make you drippy, then I don’t know what will lol.
Speaking of Aidan and I, watch for us to show up at signings over the next month in Los Angeles, Sacramento, San Francisco, Charlotte, Austin, New Orleans, and Topeka! That’s so many places! We’re literally going to be living in hotel rooms for the remainder of the month when we aren’t in the Naughty Angel Publishing offices! All that room service! All those massages! On demand porn…oooh I love hotel rooms.
You know the turndown service that they do? Then how they put the chocolates on your pillow? It’s like my favorite time of day! And then Aidan turns on some PayPerView porn and starts kissing my neck and my knees start to go weak. And then his hands cup my tits and he starts pinching my nipples and he pushes down my panties (my skirt is already off by the moment we get into the room; what can I say, I like walking around the room in my thong showing him my ass and making him all growly lol!).
And then we have sex with the windows open overlooking the city. That’s like a big huge thrill because there are tall buildings all around us, ya know? So like there’s always the chance that someone is gonna see. Like what if there was some office worker in a building across the street that had some sort of really bad day and like a series of bad meetings and he has to work late because he got in trouble and he’s like OMG FML and then he turns over and he sees me bent over as Aidan fucks me. I’ve been working out lately so I’m as lithe and slender as I was before the baby, and so he sees Aidan’s massive cock go into me as he slaps my juicy ass and grabs my tits.
I bet that sad lil’ office worker would all of a sudden be having the best day of his life. He’d prolly whip out his cock and cum a whole bunch (because in this fantasy the guy hasn’t had sex in a while). And then he’d go home and he’d still be horny from what he saw and he’d totally jump on his wife and she’d be like ooooh because the two of them haven’t had sex in a while!
So ya, we end up helping people no matter where we go LOL.
It’s a very rosy picture because Naughty Angel Publishing is a very rosy and happy company. We’re very pink and teal and happy and fun. But Lana Hartley – one of our newest Angels – keeps telling us we should be going dark. Like I dunno, so today’s question of the day is: Should NAP be publishing dark romances? Do y'all like dark romances?
Let me know by responding back, or in Dirty Lil’ Angels Facebook group, and you could end up winning a free copy of 12 Inches!
Till then, stay sexy everyone!
Hugs and kisses and lots of love!
Abby
19
Anders
The Los Angeles Convention Center is packed with romance writers and readers. It's a high-tech facility with an art-filled lobby and glass-walled pavilions. The crowd is buzzing. There are a number of other romance cover models working the crowds, flexing, posing for pictures, doling out hugs, and signing their autographs.
There are also dozens of author panels scheduled for the day too, and the line up is impressive.
This convention feels completely different from the last MaxSex convention. Instead of being the annoyed and disgruntled babysitter, I'm having fun this time.
I'm letting loose and enjoying every minute of this.
I'm enjoying the fans, the authors, and the outrageous swag. I'm enjoying the new books scheduled to hit the market, and hearing about the latest industry trends. The cynicism I had earlier has evaporated.
I wasn't joking when I said I felt like a new man after reading Lana's manuscript.
"Look at this," Lana says, smiling and waving something at us.
Logan and I both look over at her. She's standing at a table, holding a pink keychain pinched between her fingers, waving it around in the air to get our attention. It works. She gets our attention and we walk over to her.
At the key chain's tip, Lana is pressing a small knob that changes the message on the keychain with random spins.
"What is it?" I ask.
"It's a 'decision maker' keychain," she says. She looks amused. "This is one of the most clever author swag items I've ever seen."
"Kind of reminds me of one of those plastic magic eight balls that I had as a kid. I could ask it a yes or no question, and then flip it over to see the answer," Logan says. "A message would appear out of this dark purple solution and float to the screen."
"I think we should try it," Lana smiles. There's the hint of something devilish on her lips, and I think I know where she's going with this … and I like it.
"Okay, but you have to come up with the question," Logan adds.
I nod my head in agreement. "Yeah, your game, your question."
Lana thinks carefully for a moment and then grins. "Okay, fine. I've got it," she says. "Should all three of us go find a private room and … well you know?"
We huddle around the key chain as she presses on the knob and the messages spin, and spin, until finally landing on one. We look down and read its answer:
"Definitely not!"
"Well, that thing's no fun," I laugh. "Why does it have to be such a prude?"
"But you know … we don't need permission from a key chain," Logan grins, dropping his hint.
"You know something else? This is nice," Lana says, a genuine smile spreading across her face. "Real nice. I hope it stays this way."
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Well, like I've noticed a change in you," she says, pointing at me. "You're different. You're fun. You're outgoing. You aren't the jaded man I first met. You've done a total 360. You're actually having fun at this convention!"
Logan laughs. "Thank God for that."
And then Lana continues. "And both of you are getting along. You two used to mix together about as well as oil and water, and I could forget about ever having you two in the same room unless I wanted to incite a riot! Don't you remember that?"
"Those days are over," Logan says, and I nod my head in agreement.
"That's definitely behind us," I say.
"Why all the fighting in the first place?" Lana asks. "I mean, what was the deal between you two anyways?"
I shrug. "That's just kind of how this business can be sometimes," I say. "It's cut throat, and competitive."
Logan chimes in. "This business can turn friends into enemies, and it's easy to lose perspective if you are so focused on numbers and competition."
"I agree, completely. The most important thing is to never stop having fun," I say. "I learned that the hard way … as you can see."
"Well, I'm glad I prevented you two from starting WW3," Lana laughs. "I like you both much better this way … peaceful … and fun."
We all laugh at that comment.
But she's right. Just a few weeks ago, I could've never predicted this.
Us three. Together. Here. And all of this.
The collaboration. The creative energy.
The harmony of it all, you know?
We work so much better as a team, than we ever did a part. As separates, we are competitive, and closed off, and paranoid.
And the bottom line is this: None of it matters if you're not having fun.
That's the honest fucking truth.
Just as that thought materializes, Logan pulls his vibrating cell phone from his pocket, and I watch as he reads a text message.
He shakes his head. "Sorry, guys, but I've gotta go," he says.
"What?" Lana replies, looking surprised. "Right now? But the day is young. We've just met up"
"I know. I'll make it up to you, I promise. It's just—uh—a business matter I have to attend to," he replies.
"What's so urgent?" I ask. I've known Logan for a long time, and this seems so uncharacteristic.
"I—uh—I'll tell you guys about it later. Just a—uh—project," he says.
And with that, Lana and I watch Logan leave.
Logan's acting odd. I recognize that, but I don't say anything to Lana.
As soon as he read that text, his entire facial expression changed, from a carefree and fun glow, to something stern and serious. And did he look worried? Or was that just my imagination?
I wonder what's really going on.
20
Logan
I can’t believe Grady just summoned me as if I were one of his minions. But that’s exactly what he did, and that over a fucking text message. And I have no choice but meet him.
He opens a door that leads to a service stairwell, and I follow him down until we’re both out of earshot. He’s lucky I’m not a fucking sociopath murderer, or else I’d be tempted to just push him down the stairs.
“What is it?” I ask him, already fed up with being here. I already know what he’s going to ask me about.
“How are things going with Lana, Logan?” he asks me, turning around to face me, and narrowing his eyes. I ball one hand into a fist, but then I just sigh and allow myself to relax. Right now, I want nothing more than to punch this fucking prick in the face, but my hands are tied. There’s nothing I can do that won’t make everything worse.
