by Donna Alam
‘Well, I don’t know. I’d say I’m pretty open, but maybe more vanilla than super kinky.’ I’m pretty sure anyway, I thought.
I winked at him, half full of bravado and half full of gin. Okay, so the three-drink limit should’ve been lowered for me.
I looked back at the bartender who was doing that I’m-so-listening-while-pretending-to-be-busy thing the girls in the office do. Bad enough I was playing these games without an audience.
‘Another drink?’
‘I’m at my limit, Sam.’
‘Oh, I’m sure our friend here would oblige,’ he said, looking to the bartender again.
‘You don’t have to get me drunk. Sam. And I’d rather remember my experience here,’ I deadpanned.
Sam laughed. ‘Is that so? What kind of experience do you want to remember, more specifically?’
‘Something that will make my hair stand on end, something that will leave me so satisfied, I’ll want to come here again and again. I want to be someone’s fuck toy,’ I admitted. ‘I want to leave this place feeling defiled.’
Sam’s eyes darkened, his gaze flicking over me in response. His voice was low and sultry as he said, ‘I think that can be arranged.’
Chapter 2
Sam
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed Connor’s number.
‘So are we doing this?’ he asked immediately, without even a hello.
‘Yeah. I think so,’ I replied and looked at Lizzie who was trying to fake an impression of boredom. Like she wasn’t trying to listen in to my call.
‘She D.T.F?’
I almost rolled my eyes; Connor was too old to be speaking in acronyms. But, then I looked at her, and the look she sent my way told me she absolutely was.
‘Yeah, I believe so.’ I didn’t want to scare her off. I was trying to keep our conversation on the down low.
‘Should I come back in?’ I heard him take a drag from his cigarette. Could almost imagine the resulting swirl of smoke hitting the air.
‘Yeah. You should.’ I responded, hoping he could hear the resolve in my tone. I wanted to get this girl into a room and start having some fun.
‘ ‘Kay. I’ll be there in a second,’ he said, then the line went dead.
I looked back at Lizzie. Man, she was so hot. A wet dream in the flesh. Her dark hair fell in waves down her back, begging to be touched. And she had the hottest body I’d ever seen, every inch of her made to touched, licked, and sucked. I’d made a similar comment to Connor when we’d first saw her. At that point, I hoped she might be the one for us. We’re regulars at the club, and pretty good at reading the signs. But sometimes it was hard to tell. The look she’d sent our way when she went to the bathroom was along the right lines.
You see, younger women do it for me. They make me rock hard. So often they’re the ones who instigate things—want to try new stuff in the bedroom. I was so hoping this girl would be one of this kind of girl tonight.
I ordered a bourbon on the rocks from the poor bartender. I had been watching the way he looked at her since I first got there. He wanted her just as bad as Connor and. But he had no fucking chance. Lizzie wasn’t getting away. Not from me. Not tonight.
She smiled as I turned to her and I liked that she didn’t ask me who was on the phone. To me, this signaled she wasn’t interested in me as a person. Who I am, what I do. These weren’t questions she seemed interested in. I was older, hot, and willing, and that seemed more than enough information for her.
‘Hey, here’s Connor,’ I said, like we hadn’t just been speaking on the phone. I waved him over as soon as he was back inside. He’d stepped outside for a smoke purposely—we didn’t want to intimidate her by any means. Maybe we were trying not to be too daunting. It’s not every woman’s fantasy; two men at the same time.
Maybe we figured she might feel more comfortable if we eased her into it. As it was, it seemed like our idea was already starting to play in our favor.
‘Lizzie, I’d like you to meet Connor. Connor, this is the lovely Lizzie.’ I sent a dazzling smile in her direction and she held out her hand and Connor kissed it.
‘Mm. It’s a pleasure to meet you.’ What can I say? Connor isn’t known for his subtlety.
She laughed, a lovely tinkling sound. ‘Thank you. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Connor. So you guys are friends?’
‘You could say that, lovely Lizzie,’ Connor purred, sliding himself into the stool on the other side of our quarry. ‘That’s what Sam said you were called, right?’
‘No, just Lizzie.’
‘Just Lizzie can’t be right,’ he said shaking his head. ‘Lovely, luscious, Lizzie is much more appropriate.’ The bastard then licked his lips. See? A total lack of subtlety.
Lizzie was a change for us. We’d been trying to get the same girl to sleep with us in a threesome for a few weeks but she wasn’t interested, unless her husband was the third. We’d already established Lizzie didn’t have a boyfriend, much less a husband. I had a feeling about her. Yeah, the dick in my pants was a total barometer. The current forecast? Things were about to get hotter.
I think this girl would be up for the both of us.
To test the waters, I placed a hand on her thigh and waited to see if she’d push me away. To my pleasure, she didn’t. Her breath hitched, her eyes sliding to where I’d curled my fingers. To where I began drawing patterns on her leg. I hitched the hem of her black dress a little higher while she tried to nonchalantly take a sip from her drink. The glass in her hand visibly trembled. She didn’t ask me to stop.
Oh, yes. She was into this.
‘What turns you on, Lizzie?’ I whispered as my fingers trailed an inch higher.
She looked me in the eye and said, ‘Keep on doing that and you might find out.’
Her confidence was sexy as all hell.
‘Is that it?’ I wanted her to tell me more. I wanted details. I wanted to hear about what got her going. What she thought about when she touched herself, when she countered my enquiry herself.
‘What turns you on?’
‘You do. You’re my type, Luscious Lizzie.’ I moved closer to her ear and whispered, ‘I bet you’ve got a delicious tight pussy.’
I stopped rubbing her thigh and her next exhaled breath was almost a whimper. This girl was ready to fuck; she was giving me all those telltale signs.
‘What brings you both here?’ She asked after clearing her throat and re-crossing her legs. I was clearly affecting her, which was a good sign.
‘Oh, we always come together,’ he told her in my previous tone.
‘I’m not sure Lizzie’s ready to know,’ I added gravely, which made her turn on her bar stool from looking at him.
‘Try me,’ she replied.
‘Oh, I’d love to. But we’re looking for someone special.’
‘Someone special, or a special someone?’ she answered, uncrossing her legs.
‘Someone specific,’ I qualified.
Her expression faltered and I almost laughed, but thought that might ruin the mood.
‘Oh, so you guys are meeting someone here?’ she asked, keeping her tone light to hide her disappointment.
From the other side of Lizzie, Connor’s reaction smile was lightening quick.
‘You could say that.’ He moved the hair from her shoulder, running his hand down her back. His hand coasted her arse and drifted into her lap.
Her eyes lit with realization, her breath becoming shallower, her teeth grazing her lip.
‘A threesome?’ Her question was less words than wonder.
I curled my hand over her right leg, Connor’s hand placed on her left. Together we began caressing her thighs, working our way from knee to thigh. I could feel the heat from her pussy.
‘Yes.’ I whispered our answer in her ear as Connor placed his mouth on the other side of her neck. I took only minutes until she was squirming in her seat.
‘Does that sound like something you’d like to experience?’ Connor aske
d, pitching his words low. From the angle he held his arm, I could tell he was touching her pussy, by the way she was breathing and squirming in her seat told me a lot more.
‘Yes, just don’t stop touching me yet.’
Her breathing was rapid, hot little puffs of air hitting my face. I took her head in my hands and watched has she crested the wave. Fuck, she was stunning as she tried not to call out—to not give in. Though she did. And as she was coming down from her high, I slid my lips over hers. She tasted delicious—lime and juniper—and she whimpered so beautifully as we kissed, it took all that I had to stop myself from stripping her there.
As we pulled apart, her teeth grazed her lip again.
‘Luscious Lizzie, you have to stop doing that. You’re making my dick rock fucking hard.’
She laughed and did it again, this time with pure sass, just as Connor turned her face to him for his kiss.
Just like that, we swapped. I slid my hand, exchanging Connor’s for mine. I found her clit and began to massage that pearl through her satin knickers. I could already tell how soaking wet she was. I wanted this girl so bad.
‘Maybe,’ she said, pulling her mouth from Connor’s, ‘I’m just here to watch.’
‘It’s a little late for that now. I do believe this is called active participation,’ I replied, pulling her knickers to one side. I slid my fingers inside her slit, rubbing the length of her, teasing her clit. As she arched her back, Connor latched his mouth over his, stealing the whimpers from the throat.
Able to wait no more, I pushed two fingers inside in one perfect push.
‘Oh fuck!’ I smiled. It looked like she wasn’t the quiet kind and I was going to enjoy every gasp and moan. This girl was going to be wild in bed and I couldn’t wait to get her there. And I was right—she was tight, possibly tighter than I had ever felt before. My cock was hard as I slid my fingers in and out of her, quickening the pace, my mind filled with images of her pussy sliding up and down on my dick.
‘Does that change your mind, baby?’
Lizzie didn’t respond, but I figured I had my answer in the strength of her moans.
Connor started kissing her neck, rolling her dress under her tits. The dress was easy access, made all the sweeter by the lack of bra. I think she’d let us do her right her on the bar, but the bartender cleared his throat and I decided we weren’t here for his entertainment.
‘You’re so fucking hit, Lizzie,’ I whispered in her ear. ‘We want you, like this. Spread out between us like a feast. Say yes, let us be your fantasy. Let us be yours.’
I slid my finger from her knickers and Connor moved back in his seat. This girl was a quivering, unfinished mess between us, just like she needed to be.
She exhaled a tremulous breath, and pulled her dress back into place, completely unconcerned. I like to think she was trying to gain some balance back after I had just rocked her world.
I picked up my glass and drank the dark, rich colored liquid. I could taste the oak and hints of caramel in it and enjoyed the smooth burn. I finished my drink and set the glass down, then pointed at it for the bartender to refill.
‘I’ve got to get on your level,’ I said when she questioned me with her gaze.
She laughed. ‘Are you talking about drinking or fucking?’
This girl was something else. The face of an innocent and the mouth of a whore. And I meant that as a compliment.
Dick sucking lips, I believe it’s called.
‘I’ll go easy on you,’ she purred. My gaze slid to Connor’s who seemed just as surprised by her attitude as I was. And by the bulge in his pants, just as turned on.
‘I should fuck that naughty mouth of yours,’ Connor said. ‘While Sam fucks your hole.’
And damn it if that girl didn’t lick her lips.
We both watched as she picked up my glass, brought it to her perfect, plump lips, sipping from the glass. She made a face and set the glass down.
‘Bourbon I don’t like. Cock however . . . ’ The tease echoed in the air like a dirty question mark. Who was in charge here? It was clear it wasn’t us.
I put my hand back on her leg, rubbing her thigh and she instantly parted them. ‘That’s right,’ I whispered against her neck. ‘Open those legs for me. I want that naughty mouth wrapped around my cock.’
‘I don’t think you could handle it,’ she answered in a moan.
‘You’re awfully confident.’
‘I know what I’m talking about. I’m good at sucking dick,’ she added a lustful wink, then trailed the back of her fingertips along my thigh. My abs tightened, my dick straining to break free. ‘Mmm. Just how I like them. Long and hard.’
Her fingertips continued along my length, then she wrapped her hand around it and squeezed just the right amount. a little bit. It felt so good and took everything in me not to fuck her on the bar right now. Not that she would mind. It seemed like she was into putting on a show. The only person who might mind was the little bartender who’d no doubt end up suffering from blue balls.
I watched as she reached over to Connor and did the same thing to him.
‘You are a naughty girl,’ Connor whispered.
‘What are you going to do about it?’ she countered in a sultry voice.
‘Fuck. You are so hot.’ I slid my hand up her leg and rubbed the lace of her underwear over her still sensitive clit. She sucked air in through her teeth, wetness seeping through to my fingers.
The way she was teasing us, coming on, toe-to-toe, was a dream. She acted like the idea of two men being into her like this was no big of deal, when she was clearly into it. Her complexion was flushed, her breathing altered and her gaze heavy lidded with desire. All this contradicted her words
‘What are we waiting for?’ Connor and I exchanged a glance and then looked back at her. ‘This pussy isn’t going to make itself come.’
I’ll admit, my mouth dropped. This girl was going to be amazing in the sack.
Sliding from the stool, I took her hand and led the way up to our private. I couldn’t believe our luck. We were about to get laid by the hottest piece of ass I had ever met. I couldn’t wait to see what she was like in bed.
Chapter 3
Lizzie
I watched Connor close the door to the room and lock it.
‘No, leave it unlocked,’ Sam said.
‘What if someone comes in?’ Connor asked, the smile growing on his face.
‘Then I think Luscious Lizzie will enjoy giving them a show.’ He watched my face for signs this was outside of my comfort zone. Quite the opposite, tonight. I made sure my dark, carnal gaze told him so.
The room was larger than I had expected, the opulent look from downstairs carried through the place, though this room was rather monochromatic in tones. There were two Louis style chairs on opposite sides of a grand looking fireplace, and a king-sized bed on the opposite wall, flanked by ornate nightstands, each with a table lamp. Between a pair of sashed windows on the far size of the room sat a small bureau and a chair. The covers on the bed were a mixture of whites and silver greys. It was like a high-end hotel room and deeply sexy.
I looked back at the two men. They had no idea the crazy fantasies that played in my head. The things I’d longed to experience. This night was going to be all of them combined in one. These guys were older, as I’d dreamed of, and they were both just so hot.
Sam slipped out of his jacket, dropping it to the chair. Then he stalked across the room, grabbing my face in both of his hands. He brought my mouth to his in a hot frenzied kiss.
‘You know what she said to me, Con? Before you turned up.’
‘What was that?’ Connor’s voice had sounded rougher, and I imagined him touching himself.
‘Luscious Lizzie here wants to be a fuck doll.’
My had eyes opened wide, but not in shock, and a pulse began to beat between my legs. I didn’t have time to consider an answer as Sam slid his mouth over mine again.
His tongue tasted of bourbon as h
e fed it into my mouth again and again, like he was fucking me. And I wanted him to. I wanted him to take my head in his hand and use me like this.
He slid his hands down my sides and around my back, where he gave my ass a squeeze. I moaned against his mouth and he yanked me into him. I could feel his hard cock pressed into my stomach. I felt so small in his arms. Doubly so as I Connor gripped my hips from behind, rubbing his hard length against my ass.
‘It’s my turn for this dirty mouth,’ he whispered, the pair turning me between them.
It felt so good—I was dizzied with need. These virtual strangers turning and arranging according to their whims.
The worked my body, pushing me between them, letting me feel their hard need. Being the meat in this man sandwich was super hot, but I needed them to be inside me.
From behind, Sam slid my dress up, revealing my ass.
‘Fuck me, that is a nice arse,’ he said, giving it a slap. The sound reverberated through the room, joining my libidinous moan.
Who was to know I liked getting spanked?
He slapped me again, a little harder this time, then he slid his palm between my legs as though to increase the tease.
‘Oh my God,’ I whispered. ‘I want to come.’
‘All in good time, my fuck doll,’ Sam purred, then slapped me there—he slapped my pussy.
‘Oh, fuck! Fuck me!’ I cried out, the sharp slap becoming a dull throb.
‘Not yet, you greedy girl,’ he responded, pulling the string of my thong. Two fingers slid into me wetly, pushing the air out of my chest. He began moving then in and out of me, slowly at first.
I rubbed myself against Connor’s dick, desperate for more, when he pushed my dress down again.
‘You have the best tits,’ he said, taking them and holding them full in his hands, pushing them together and licking the valley he’d created, his gaze unmoved from mine. He began rolling my nipples between his fingers, pulling on them deliciously. The sensation seemed to be hard wired to my pussy where Sam was still working me.
‘You like that?’ Sam asked, biting my shoulder, trailing his tongue over the hurt.
I moaned in answer—I had no words, though wiggled my ass just a little bit. The feeling it caused with his fingers inside of me, drove me crazy and I gasped as he started to finger me faster and harder, curling them forward inside me, making my legs tremble like a new born foal.
