Complete Erotica Anthology: Plugged, Stretched, and Filled (Erotica Variety Pack - BDSM, Spanking, Well Hung... Book 2)

by Lily Love

  They decided they wanted to make love in the dusk, and they hurriedly tried to find a private secluded area.

  They found an alcove type place amongst the rocks and trees. They lay down their blanket again. This time they didn’t get fully naked.

  Ryan lifted up her skirt and stuck his head underneath. He pulled her panties down and began licking the outer edges of her warmth. Leah gasped with pleasure.

  Oh my god. That feels so good.

  Ryan moved his tongue against her clit, up and down at first, then left, right, left, left… and found just the right spot.

  Jesus Christ! How is he doing that?!

  Leah’s back arched as she reached an intense climax.

  Ryan dropped his trousers to his knees, slid his hard cock underneath her skirt, and they made love like rebellious love-sick teenagers afraid of being caught by their parents.

  Leah climaxed again, this time miraculously from penetration alone, and asked Ryan a question.

  “Finish in my mouth? Please?” Leah looked up at him.

  Dear god... Ryan thought to himself. He smiled.

  Ryan slid his hard cock into Leah’s welcoming mouth and began thrusting gently. He felt climax approaching, and out of nowhere, Leah reached up with her right hand and began rubbing his cock furiously. At this sudden realization, he climaxed like thunder, sending his seed all over Leah’s warm mouth.

  She was happy to receive it.

  When they were finished, they emerged from their new hiding place and walked out of the park holding hands, ready for the future.

  Together.

  Two Gentlemen

  "Oh, yes! Yes! Count! Yessss…"

  Dottie screamed shrilly as a climax crashed against her, wave after wave of self-indulgent pleasure washing over her body as the Count had his way with her. She'd never thought such happiness could be possible for a woman of her position: already twenty-six and unmarried, she thought a loveless life awaited her until she met the infuriating man pounding his thick shaft in and out of her. But it was now apparent that romance was a very real possibility in her life, and she never wanted to let him go.

  "And what is THIS?!" Dottie gasped as the Count's former mistress threw open the door, her ample bosom heaving in her too-tight corset. The Count quickly pulled out of her, and she scrambled for covering.

  "Now you know, Loretta!" he announced, shoulders thrown back, proud. Dottie's gaze shied away from his glistening shaft, unable to warrant looking at it even under the circumstances. "I love Dottie with all my heart, and you'll never have a place in my bed again!"

  "Oh, damn." My cheeks hurt from smiling, my excitement over Dottie and the Count's consummation of their relationship mixed with the thrill that Loretta was finally about to be put in her place. "Loretta is going to lose her shit. Officially."

  My ears twitched when I thought I heard something in the otherwise silent library, and I sat up quickly, listening without my romance novel as a distraction. The place had been quiet all day, and as night crept in—a Saturday night, no less—I had no reason to think any patrons would actually show. My library was the oldest in the city, and lacked a lot of the flash and interactive play areas that the newer establishments had. Much like my old romance novels, the building had a certain old world charm and elegance to it.

  Unfortunately, charm and elegance didn't bring in the people. Everyone wanted computers and TVs and touchpads. They wanted docking stations for their e-readers and charging ports for their phones. I could appreciate all that: I wasn't opposed to the world modernizing. Hell, I made use of said charging stations when I was stuck on campus all day and my phone's battery was facing the bitter end. But I enjoyed the way my library was designed, with its old stonework and arches, with pillars and beams and dusty old books that no one bothered to read anymore.

  Plus, none of the other library techs wanted to work there, and without the competition, the job had been basically handed to me last year. I enjoyed the peace and quiet of the old building, spending most of my time working on my Master's thesis. However, some nights I needed a break—and filthy romance novels with unbelievable premises and dastardly characters were just what the doctor ordered.

  I'd been a fan since my teen years, and a part of me always wished my life could be a romance novel with charming heroes and earth shattering sex. Real life was much blander, that was for sure, and I wasn't about to get my hopes up. Even if people made fun of my romantic tendencies, I went through one novel a week, sampling from the library's extensive old paperback collection whenever the urge struck.

  Sighing, I settled back into the cushy armchair, legs folded beneath me. Out the nearby window, I spotted a light smattering of rain painting the surrounding buildings, and I knew it was going to be a pain to get home once everything was closed up for the night. When there was no one in the building, my favorite spot to sit was in the reading lounge on the second floor. From there, I could enjoy a hot cup of tea and my favorite guilty pleasure while also keeping an eye on the front door from the nearby balcony.

  I picked up my tea cup and frowned, realizing that the liquid inside had gone cold. I'd been so wrapped up in Dottie and the Count's lovemaking—the first time in the book thus far! —that I hadn't even bothered to nurse my tea, which had gone from piping hot to stone cold in less than a half hour. Drat.

  Forsaking my book temporarily, I rose and was halfway to the coffee and cookie table near the reading lounge (the only "new" innovation my archaic head librarian had allowed) when I heard the bell on the front door tinkle. I paused midstride, frown deepening, and then made my way to the grand balcony overlooking the first floor of the library. Sure enough, there were people—men, in fact. Two of them. Dressed in trench coats, they hurried in, and I wondered if they were only there to get some shelter from the storm.

  However, that thought went out the window when the pair made their way to the front circulation desk, both of them leaning against it as one rang the bell for service. I hesitated. Even from my position up top I could tell these weren't guys who frequented a library often, especially not my little ancient one. These guys ran boardrooms and wore power suits and drank martinis with models.

  "Hello?" One of them managed to catch me ogling them, and a blush spread across my cheeks when he waved at me. "Can we get a hand down here?"

  I said nothing as I turned and made my way to the thick staircase between the levels, too mortified that I'd just stood there and watched them like a creepy stalker instead of springing to action. Maybe they were lost. Maybe they needed directions to the nearest club—there was one a few doors down underground, and it was quite risqué from what I'd heard.

  "Gentlemen. Sorry to keep you waiting," I said as I approached, offering them my most confident smile. God, they were dreamy—and straight off the pages of my romance novels, surely. Both were tall, yes, but the man with neat black hair and piercing blue eyes was a little slimmer than his blond-brown-eyed counterpart. Muscular. Well-dressed. Well-groomed. Both had perfectly straight teeth when they smiled at me, their eyes sweeping over my face and body as I hurried behind the front desk.

  Trusty old desk. At least from behind it, they wouldn't be able to see the way I trembled with an odd mixture of excitement and nerves.

  "What can I help you with?" I asked, already pulling up the city map on the ancient computer, anticipating their request for directions.

  "We're doing research, actually," the dark-haired one said as his friend leaned on the high desktop, both of their eyes fixed to me—like predators eyeing up their dinner. I swallowed hard and nodded, but not really processing what they were saying. "The city's history… We're writing an article and we need some first-hand sources."

  I raised an eyebrow. "So you decided to visit the library on a Saturday night?"

  "Article's due Monday," the blonde remarked, grinning at me, "and we've put it off for long enough."

  I pressed my lips together to hold back a snippy comment: yeah, two days before a dea
dline was probably putting it off for long enough. Shaking my head, I did a quick search on the computer, then gestured for them to follow me. What they wanted was at the back of the first floor, near the old archival sections, and I managed to set them up with what they needed in just a few minutes.

  They were a chatty duo. Michael, the dark-haired one, was less talkative than his friend Ethan, but they both asked me my name, how I liked working at the library, what I was doing here all by myself on a Saturday night. Their attention was flattering in a way, but I was most thrown by the way they studied me. So focused. So interested.

  Dare I say… too interested?

  Once I had them set up with everything they needed, I made a swift escape for the circulation desk. Their names and faces looked somewhat familiar, and when I was sure they weren't watching, I pulled out my phone to look them up. I nearly dropped my phone in shock when I realized who I'd just helped: billionaire best friends Michael Aberforth and Ethan Scolding. The pair came from old money and were the talk of the tabloids—which was probably why I hadn't recognized them right away. Although I loved my romance paperbacks, I couldn't stomach celebrity gossip. It was all crude and tasteless—and I wanted love and sweetness, with a good dollop of sexy sour too, I suppose.

  I'd never spoken to anyone with such a huge net worth before, and as I shuffled back over to them, I felt like I ought to be waiting on them hand and food.

  "Veronica," Ethan said as I approached, smiling. "We were wondering when you'd come back. We're both pretty terrible at research… Maybe you could give us a hand?"

  "Oh, yes, definitely," I blabbered, my cheeks flushing when Michael raised an eyebrow at me. Give them a hand. Hand. Job. My mind was in the gutter after reading about the Count and Dottie's exploits, and being alone with two dazzlingly sexy men wasn't helping any.

  I did my best to help them find the sources they needed to add validity to their article, and even fetched them two cups of tea when I noticed my throat getting dry. They seemed appreciative of all my efforts, and before long, we were chatting about anything but the article. I didn't even mind that the end of my shift had come and gone. Rather than forcing them out into the storm, I closed up the library, put away the money that we had at the front desk in the safe, and joined the billionaire boys for a late-night gossip session. Then, as if we weren't breaking enough rules, Ethan produced a small bottle of spirits to add to our teas, and the night really kicked off.

  I couldn't believe my luck. With my belly warm from the alcohol, though my mind still clear as could be, I tried to fathom any other experience in this old building that could match my Saturday night chats with two ridiculously handsome billionaires, but nothing could compare.

  And it never would—not when Ethan closed the distance between us with a kiss. It shocked me at first. I'd been mid-sentence, telling them about the innovations myself and the other younger technicians were trying to input in our archaic filing system, and he just… kissed me. I pulled back right away, stunned, and then suddenly realized we'd been inching toward one another all evening; our chairs were practically on top of one another. Michael watched from his position across the table, those bright blue eyes seeming to look right through me. Everything had gone quiet suddenly, except for my pounding heart, which I was sure people would be able to hear out on the street.

  "You're an exquisite creature, Veronica," Ethan murmured, brushing my hair out of my face, his eyes fixed on my lips. "I don't mean to be so presumptuous, but—"

  It was my turn to silence him with a kiss, and throwing caution to the wind, I threw my arms around his neck and dragged him close, our lips parting on impact. His warm tongue slid over mine, coaxing it out to play, and I felt my panties dampen as his hands wandered my body. It was cautious exploring at first, his large palm and fingers smoothing over my hips and waist, then up my back, and when he finally cupped my breasts through my t-shirt, I moaned, unable to believe that this was really happening.

  It was real. I hadn't fallen asleep on my chair in the reading lounge, my mind full of juicy details from my latest romance. An honest and true billionaire was nibbling on my neck while another watched—the whole scenario made my pussy clench with excitement.

  This wasn't me. I didn't normally let men who were basically strangers grope me by one of the research tables at my place of employment, but I felt safe with Ethan and Michael. They'd spent the whole night lavishing me with their utmost attention, interested in everything I had to say, and I reveled in the idea that they would lavish me with their physical attentions now.

  Fingertips trailed down my back suddenly, and I gasped, realizing that Michael was no longer seated across from us, but behind me instead. As Ethan nipped and sucked on my neck, his hands climbing higher and higher up my thighs, Michael tugged my shirt up, dragging the material over my head and tossing it aside. I inhaled sharply as the cool library air laved at my skin, my nipples noticeably hard beneath my bra.

  I tipped my head back to study the man behind me, easily becoming lost in his eyes. He was sterner than Ethan in a way, less prone to laughter and smiles while we talked. He was the ice to Ethan's fire, and I suddenly felt that you needed both to counteract the effects of the other. Without a word, Michael helped me out of my chair, my hand resting in his, and I shuddered as he pulled me back and licked me from the base of my neck to my earlobe. He moved slower than Ethan, more deliberately, but Ethan was not to be forgotten.

  While I leaned back against Michael, my free hand rested on Ethan's shoulder, and I gripped it hard when he unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down to my ankles. Without thinking, I stepped out of them, my damp panties following seconds later. Michael rid me of my bra, snapping the clasps open and sliding the straps down my arms. Heat flooded my skin, both from the embarrassment of being totally naked in front of these two gorgeous men—and from the arousal of being naked in front of two gorgeous men. I bit back a moan, clamping down on my lower lip as Ethan cupped me.

  "So wet," he appraised, palming my slick folds, almost deliberately avoiding my aching clit. I nodded, pleading with him to slip a finger in with my eyes, but I was soon distracted by Michael as he pinched and flicked my nipples. The already hard buds grew more erect under his ministrations, and I suddenly wished he'd take one in his mouth and use his teeth.

  Fortunately, I wasn't left wanting for long. Sandwiched between the two bodies, both of them towering over me, I ached in frustration for a few moments as both men teased me, until Ethan finally grabbed my hips and lifted me onto the table. I went willingly, leaning back when he placed a hand on my stomach and pushed me downward. Michael, meanwhile, casually strolled to the other side of the table, drifting out of my sight as Ethan lowered himself to his knees.

  As soon as I felt the first lap of his tongue over my damp pussy, I was in heaven. I fell back the rest of the way, my head, knocking against the solid wood of the research table, but I didn't even feel it. Bliss. Total bliss. His skilled tongue thrust in and out of me as his thumb massaged my clit, and just as I sat up to watch him, the very idea thrilling me, Michael grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the table, effectively keeping me in place. I pouted up at him, but his steely gaze left no room for argument.

  Seconds seemed to pass like hours, and before long I was crying out as an orgasm ripped through me, Ethan's fingers pistoning in and out of my slick cunt as he worked my clit over with his tongue. It was better than any climax, I'd ever had before, and I had no doubt that the taboo nature of two men and screwing at my place of employment made the pleasure that much sweeter.

  Before I had even a moment to recover, Ethan flipped me onto my knees. A little unsteady, I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to collect myself, willing the fog floating around my head from my previous climax to go away. The crinkle of the condom wrapper did just that, and when I glanced up at Michael in front of me, I saw he too was unbuckling his belt. I licked my lips eagerly, eyeing the impressive cock he pulled out. He pumped his hand up and down a
few times, and all I wanted to do was wrap my lips around the engorged head and suck away.

  Just as I crawled toward him, Ethan yanked me back and gave me a few hard spanks, my ass cheeks jiggling. I moaned, arching my ass up for him, and seconds later he was inside me, filling me completely as his hips slammed against my ass. Once more I was seeing stars, and I barely managed to keep myself upright as he slammed into me over and over again, grunting a little as he had his way with me. When I came back to myself, I saw Michael watching us, still stroking his incredibly hard dick, and I inched across the table the best I could, determined to please both of them before the night was through.

  If anyone I knew saw me now, on all fours on the table, being pounded into from behind as I tried to suck off a second guy, I'd be fired instantly. The risk of it all made it that much more exciting, and as Ethan spanked her a few more times, his rhythm never faltering once, I felt another climax building.

  Michael watched me lick the tip of his dick for a little while, his hands on his hips, his cold eyes surveying me with mild indifference—which only made me want to try harder. However, before I could get too far ahead of myself, he fisted his hands in my hair and thrust his huge cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and pulling out as I coughed. Ethan continued to fuck me mercilessly, my pussy aching for release again, and Michael waited for me to catch my breath. Once I had, he did it again, fucking my face slowly at first, then picking up speed as I got better at taking him all in.

  My second climax tore through my body just as Ethan came, both of us crying out—though you could really only hear his cry, as I still had a cock stuffed in my mouth. When Ethan pulled out of me, Michael yanked me across the table, pulling me off as my body tingled with pleasure, stars clouding my vision again, and fucked my mouth hard until he spilled himself down my throat. I swallowed, holding that cool gaze as best I could, and when I saw a flicker of satisfaction, I felt I'd done my job.