by Desiree Holt
Uncapping a bottle of scented skin lotion—Lilac! Yum!—she applied it liberally to every area of her body, including her freshly shaved legs and trimmed pussy. The guys had told her they had a dinner reservation for eight o’clock, so she should take her time. Relax. Pamper herself.
Okay. She could get with that program.
The basket held a selection of nail polish, the glittery red one catching her eye. Creaming her feet and painting her toenails was a rare indulgence, so she took her time, enjoying it. Then, still wrapped in the towel, she poured a glass of wine from the minibar and lay down on the bed while her nails dried. Although she turned on the television, she paid little attention to it, just sipped the chilled wine and fantasized about the evening ahead.
An image appeared in her head of her naked body sandwiched between Chad and Brody. Two pairs of hands stroked her. One mouth sucked a nipple while another trailed kisses down her spine. Two hot cocks pressed against her, one to her pussy and one to her ass. Instantly, the walls of her cunt contracted, and her clit tingled.
With a deliberate effort, she banished those thoughts, finished her wine, and swung her legs off the bed. Hanging on the closet door was a dress she kept with her all the time. It was her “just in case” dress. Just in case a special opportunity presented itself. Like tonight. Okay, thong first, the silk fabric so thin and insubstantial it might as well not exist. But it was all she could wear beneath the shimmery white material of the dress. No bra, not with this outfit. Sliding the garment over her head, she smoothed it carefully into place. The top was halter style, cut low enough in front to give a tempting hint of cleavage and exposing her back down to the dimple at the end of her spine. The skirt barely skimmed the tops of her knees, flaring out above them and swirling as she moved.
She dug around in her jewelry box and found the red, white, and blue earrings she’d bought from a rodeo vendor on impulse. Red stiletto peep-toe shoes, a matching clutch bag, and she was ready.
Dani studied her image in the full-length mirror, turning this way and that to check herself from all angles. Not bad. With the rich fall of red hair cascading down to her waist, she thought she made a very sexy picture. Hot but not obvious.
Damn, girl. You’ll be plenty disappointed if this all turns out to be nothing more than your imagination.
Somehow, though, she had a feeling it would be more than that. A lot more.
Letting out a slow breath, she opened the bedroom door and stepped into the living room where Chad and Brody already waited.
Brody was afraid he’d swallow his tongue as he stared at Dani. Holy shit! If he’d thought she was sexy in her rodeo outfits—and even in jeans and a T-shirt—that was nothing compared to her appearance now. That dress. Those gorgeous eyes. And all that luxuriant red hair that was the genesis of her nickname. She was a Firecracker all right. He had to curl his hands into fists to keep from touching her all over. He stole a glance at Chad, who wasn’t doing much better. Brody wanted to tell him to roll up his tongue and put it back in his mouth.
“Um, will this do?” Dani glanced from one to the other.
Brody finally found his voice. “Yes. Absolutely. More than. Jesus, Dani, we’ll have to fight off the other men with sticks.”
She laughed, a soft, musical sound. “I don’t think so, but it’s nice of you to say that.”
Chad took a step forward and put his arm around her. “We’d better get out of here this minute, or we might not get to dinner.”
Brody moved to her other side. “Chad’s right. I don’t need anything to eat but you, sweet thing. But we promised you an elegant meal, and we always keep our word.”
Her body moved fluidly between them as they walked down the hall to the elevator. Each brush of her hip, each sway of her breasts was about to drive him nuts. Probably Chad, too. And those painted toenails peeking out of the fuck-me shoes. Holy damn shit!
When they entered the hotel restaurant, the hostess smiled warmly at Chad and Brody dressed almost identically in slacks, dress boots, and sports jackets. Brody caught the appraising glance she gave Dani, a question in her eyes. Who are you, and how did you manage to get two of them? Can I have one?
Brody tipped up his lips in a polite grin. Forget it. We’re all hers.
They followed the woman to a table by the window. Below them lay San Antonio’s famous Riverwalk with its colorful shops and restaurants and the flat-bottomed boats cruising slowly down the narrow waterway that was the San Antonio River. The walkways on either side of the channel were jammed with holiday crowds.
“As many times as I’ve been here,” Dani told them, “I’ve never taken the time to wander around down there. Or take one of those touristy river cruises.”
“Maybe we could remedy that after dinner.” Chad winked at Brody.
“Or tomorrow morning.” No way was he going anywhere tonight except that big suite and the even bigger bed in the larger bedroom he and Chad had dumped their stuff in. With the three of them naked on it. He didn’t mind sharing the bed with his friend as long as sharing included Dani.
Dani flicked a glance from one to the other and curved those luscious lips in a warm grin. “Oh, the morning sounds great. Maybe we could even have breakfast on the Riverwalk.” A flash of uncertainty crossed her face. “I mean, that is, if you guys have the time. And everything.”
Brody reached across the table and took her hand, folding his fingers around it. “For you, sugar, we have all the time.”
Chad, not to be outdone, took her other hand. “Absolutely. I’m good. My bulls are already on the road, and I don’t have to leave until late in the day.”
“Me, either. So, we’re all yours.”
In more ways than you can imagine.
Dani grinned down at her hands, linked with theirs, then back up at them.
“You guys planning to feed me my food or hold my glass for me?”
Brody chuckled. “I think she’s got a point, Chad.”
The meal was delicious, as he’d expected. He and Chad had eaten there before and never been disappointed. But sharing it with Dani gave everything an extra special flavor. Watching the delicate movement of her jaw as she chewed, the flex of muscles in her graceful neck as she swallowed, the dainty way she dabbed at her lips with her napkin, made him harder than forged steel. He’d bet his next winnings Chad felt the same way.
He did his best to be polite and behave himself as they ate when he really wanted to drag her upstairs, shimmy her out of that dress that was pure sin, and lick every inch of her naked body. When she lifted a glass with those slim, graceful, yet strong, fingers, he imagined them wrapped around his cock. When she closed her lips around a morsel of food, he felt Chad shift in his chair next to him. Was his friend picturing those sensuous lips closing over the head of his shaft? Brody sure was. By the time they got to dessert, he was sure they’d exhausted all possible subjects they could discuss, and his balls had what felt like a permanent ache. When he slid a glance at Chad, he sensed by the way his friend shifted in his chair and tried as surreptitiously as possible to adjust his slacks he felt the same way.
And Dani? Was she impatient to be through with this and get to the rest of the evening? She ate at a leisurely pace, enjoying their conversation, sipping her drink slowly. From time to time, she would glance from one to the other, giving them a seductive wink. She knew exactly what she was doing, the minx. As he was about to expire, watching her lick crumbs from a piece of chocolate cake from her lips, he felt something against his calf. Was that what he thought it was? It took every bit of effort on his part not to react.
He held still, waiting to see if he’d feel it again. Yup. Sure enough. There it was, Dani’s naked foot lightly rubbing his calf.
Holy shit!
Chad’s hand tightened around his glass of bourbon. So. She was teasing them both. Mischief danced in her eyes. She swept her tongue in a slow, teasing move along her full lower lip then did it again.
He tossed back the rest of h
is drink and signaled for the waiter.
“I think we might want to take this party upstairs. That okay with you, Dani?”
She grinned. “Absolutely.”
Tonight might turn out to be a lot more than just hot sex.
*****
Despite her self-confident attitude, Dani was shaking in her fuck-me shoes. All through dinner she’d prayed she hadn’t misread the hints Chad and Brody kept sending her. She didn’t think so, but she’d never fielded signals from two men at the same time.
A ménage!
The thought sent a shiver skating over her skin.
They rode up in the elevator, each of them holding one of her hands, squeezing gently now and then. Her anticipation had hit an all-time high by the time they reached the suite. Once inside, Chad closed the door, the men shucked their jackets, and turned her to face them.
“Here’s the deal, sugar.” Chad’s stare scorched her. “We’ve both wanted you for the longest time. We want to take you to bed. Together. So if you’re not up for it, now’s the time to say so.”
She let her gaze drift from one to the other and saw the same intensity in Brody’s eyes.
Put up or shut up, Dani.
“I, um, think that would be interesting.”
Brody arched an eyebrow. “Interesting?”
“Uh-huh. Real interesting.”
After a long minute, Chad broke the silence. “Well, hell. Then, darlin’, come here.”
He pulled her to his body, hands cupping her face, mouth taking her in a kiss that sizzled down to her toes. His lips were firm and warm molding to hers. His tongue slid out to trace the seam, urging her to open. When she did, he swept in with a slow glide, coasting over the entire inner surface of her mouth.
Brody moved up behind her, his hands skimming her shoulders while he licked a delicate line the length of her spine. Each spot he touched burst with fiery awareness that spread over her bare back. Her nipples hardened against the smooth fabric of Chad’s shirt and the crotch of her thong dampened with a sudden release of her juices.
She moaned softly into Chad’s mouth. As if directly connected by a thread, the swollen thickness of Brady’s cock hardened and pressed against the crevice of her buttocks. He slipped his hands between her body and Chad’s to cup her breasts, his thumbs rasping in a light movement over her abruptly sensitive nipples.
“She feels damn good,” Brody crooned, his mouth on her shoulder.
“Tastes good, too,” Chad told him, easing back on the kiss. “But I think we’ve all got way too many clothes on.”
“Well,” Brody drawled, “let’s do something about it.” He threaded his hands through Dani’s long hair and twisted it into a knot so he could lick a spot on the back of her neck. “Jesus, it’s like red silk. I’d like to take a picture of you wearing nothing but all that gorgeous hair.”
Chad groaned. “I can see it now. Don’t forget to make two copies.”
She hated the absence of Brody’s touch on her breasts even more than she hated the sudden lack of Chad’s body against hers. But in a moment, both sets of hands sketched the lines of her body from her shoulders down her arms, paused at her waist before moving to follow the shape of her tummy and her ass. Dani closed her eyes as they grasped the hem of her dress, front and back, and lifted it slowly. When the material reached her hips, they stopped. She opened her eyes to see Chad staring at the tiny scrap of silk covering her pussy. Behind her, Brody bunched the fabric of her dress with one hand while caressing her bare ass with the other.
“Let’s get this off altogether.” Chad’s voice was hoarse with lust.
They lifted her arms to slide the dress up and over them, tossing it to a nearby chair.
“No bra.” Brody tweaked her nipples.
“And the tiniest little bikini panties.” Brody dropped to his knees in front of her and licked the insubstantial scrap of silk. His tongue stroked her through the fabric, touching her clit just enough to make it tingle.
Dani braced herself on his shoulders, her legs suddenly shaky.
“Let me get the heels off.” Her voice sounded as wobbly as her legs.
“Uh-uh.” Brody framed her hips with his hands. “I like those fuck-me shoes on you. We’re gonna take you up on that invitation.”
“Then you guys have to take off your clothes, too. I don’t want to be the only naked one in the room.”
Brody came up behind her again and palmed her breasts. “If I take my pants off right now, it will all be over but the shouting, darlin’. We want to make sure you get your pleasure first.”
The warmth of his hands seeped into her body, and she leaned back against him with a sigh.
“I want to start by getting myself a taste of this sweet, sweet sugar.”
Chad eased the tiny panties down her legs, helped her step out of them. Then his fingers opened her pussy lips, and his tongue stroked her wet flesh with long, slow slides. Her legs trembled even more. Brody plastered himself to her back again, his hard shaft rubbing the crease of her ass. A myriad of sensations assaulted her. If not for the support his body gave her, Dani would have collapsed forward.
While Chad lapped at each delicious inch of her cunt, Brody tormented her nipples until they were so swollen they ached. Having two men stimulate her this way was so much more arousing than she had imagined. Heat washed over her skin, and her pulse beat an erratic tattoo. The men seemed to have their own silent rhythm, as Brody’s fingers on her nipples moved in cadence with the lashes of Chad’s tongue on her hot, intimate flesh.
“Feel good, darlin’?” Brody’s rough whisper in her ear.
“Yes.” She could barely get the word out. “Oh, yes.”
Chad nudged her thighs farther apart and, teeth lightly tugging her over-stimulated clit, he thrust two fingers inside her, curling them to drag against her sweet spot. When he added a third, the coil of need low inside her unwound slowly, spiraling upward, invading all the sensitive parts of her body.
“She’s gonna come,” Chad murmured, muffled against her pussy.
“I’ve got her.”
Brody banded one arm tightly around her, bracing her against his body, his free hand still tormenting her nipples. Dani had a moment to give thanks for his solid support before he squeezed one nipple hard, extra hard. Her orgasm burst, sweeping through her. Chad’s mouth and fingers worked her as the walls of her cunt spasmed around him over and over, her body quivering, heart racing.
She was breathless when the last aftershock subsided; weak, satisfied, yet at the same time craving more. This was beyond her imagination, yet she wanted much more.
Chad gave her a last slow lick before rising to his feet. Brody lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom they were using. Chad followed, stripping back the covers and smoothing the sheet before Brody laid her on it gently.
She smiled, sly and sexy at the same time. “Now, will you guys take off your clothes?”
“You bet your sweet ass.” Chad was already unbuttoning his shirt.
“And that ass is definitely sweet,” Brody added, working on his own shirt.
Chad paused with his hand on his belt. “Bend those legs and pull those knees apart, Dani. Let us feast our eyes on that gorgeous pussy while we get naked.”
She shifted her legs obediently, well aware of how exposed she was and totally turned on by it. They toed off their hand-tooled boots and yanked off slacks and boxer briefs. Lordy, they were both built. Mirrors of each other, with washboard abs, lean hips, the right sprinkle of hair on their chests and legs, and two very swollen cocks, heads already darkened with the blood pumped to them.
“Touch yourself.” Brody climbed up on the bed and sat back on his heels near her right foot. His black eyes darkened to obsidian when she slid one hand down her stomach to her pussy and found her clit with the tip of one finger. “Yeah, like that.”
Holy shit! She would not have believed how turned on she could get doing this with a man watching her.
“Be right back.” Chad took in the sight of her before heading to the other bedroom.
“Yeah, keep doing that,” Brody urged. “Jesus, you are so fucking wet. I have to have a taste.”
He leaned close to her, bent down, and drew his tongue the length of her slit. When he glanced up, his lips were wet with her cream, and the hunger in his eyes was enough to make all her inner muscles clench in anticipation. Boldly, she slid one finger into her channel and slipped it out, coated with her juice. Brody grabbed it and curved his tongue around it, licking it clean.
“Hey, save some for me.” Chad strode back into the room, heavy cock bobbing.
He tossed whatever he had in his hand onto one of the nightstands before kneeling on the bed beside Dani’s other foot. He exchanged a glance with Brody, and they shifted positions. Suddenly, Chad straddled her, catching his weight on his knees, his thick shaft a millimeter from her mouth. She stared at the plum-colored head bearing a tiny drop of dew on it. The heavy sac holding his balls rested between her breasts.
“Touch it, sugar,” he urged, hoarse with lust. “Go on. It’s all yours.”
Heart racing, she wrapped her fingers around the thickness of it, the soft skin covering hard steel. With her thumb, she traced the vein wrapped around it, feeling the pump of the blood coursing through it.
My god, it’s huge!
She tried to imagine how it would feel thrusting inside her, her pussy clenching in automatic response.
“Jesus, what did you do?” Brody knelt between her thighs. “That sweet little pink pussy nearly went into spasm.”
Chad gave a rough laugh. “I think it’s the sight of my cock. She’ll be damn disappointed when she takes a gander at yours.”
“Dream on, dream on.”
Dani lapped the fluid from the surface of the velvet-soft head. Then she licked again and dipped the tip of her tongue into the slit. Above her, Chad shuddered, clenching his fists against his hips.
