by Tyler, Paige
“Damn, that looks so hot,” Jase said hoarsely.
Laci threw him a quick glance. He was staring at her ass completely transfixed.
“You like watching your partner take my ass?” It was a dirty question, but exciting to ask.
Jase grinned. “Hell, yeah. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen.”
His hard, jutting cock pulsed every time Grant thrust into her, as if he was the one fucking her there.
Grant must have liked performing for an audience, because he started to move faster. Now that she was all relaxed and lubed up, she was more than ready for that. His hips smacked into her ass good and hard, driving his cock deep and threatening to shove her right into the headboard.
She grunted with every thrust, unable to help herself. It wasn't a very ladylike sound, but she'd learned a while ago that a good ass fuck had little to do with being ladylike. It was all about the pure, unadulterated pleasure of taking all a man had to give—and loving it. Her whole body felt like melting from the sensations spreading out from her little rosebud. And she knew it was only going to get better.
Good anal was an out-of-this-world kind of experience for her, but when she lucked into the rare encounter that entered into the singular category of great anal—like the kind she was getting right then—well that just took her somewhere else entirely. Heaven, maybe?
It wasn't like she was having an orgasm exactly—or at least not the Merriam-Webster dictionary kind of way. While her clit and pussy were screaming right then—and would have been doing more than that if her hands hadn't been cuffed—she wasn't experiencing a climax.
She'd always had a hard time describing exactly what it was like to her girlfriends—the ones who’d never consider letting a man put his cock in there. Maybe because there weren’t any words that could do it justice. When she was getting it in the bottom, it was like every pleasure receptor in her ass had been turned up to the max and vibrated nonstop for the duration of the fuck. The sensations would climb and peak to unbelievable levels if her lover sped up, but even when he took it nice and slow, it still felt incredible. Overwhelming. Magical. Awe-inspiring. The list of descriptive adjectives went on and on.
She sometimes laughingly called it an assgasm, but that wasn’t really the right word. She only used it because her friends seemed to think in terms of achieving orgasm. But an orgasm—at least the clitoral or pussy kind—essentially meant a build-up of pleasure that reached a peak, then crashed over. There was certainly nothing wrong with that, and she sure as hell wasn't knocking the half dozen orgasms she'd already had that night. When she got it good in the bottom, though, the pleasure grew almost as intense as what she felt during an orgasm—and then stayed there. It was like being held in the middle of an orgasm for minutes instead of seconds—if a guy could survive her tight ass that long.
She hoped Grant could.
He held her hips in those big hands and plundered her ass like he was made for it while she moaned, groaned, grunted, sobbed, begged and in general, lapped it up like honey. Pleasure took her past the point of babbling, and she figured speaking in tongues was right around the corner.
“Hey, partner.” Jase’s voice sounded far away even though he was still standing beside the bed. “Hope you don't mind the interruption, but I think it's time I get back in the game.”
Seriously?
She couldn't believe it when Grant slowed his thrusts. How could he do that? She swore he'd been on the verge of coming.
“Your timing sucks,” Grant said dryly. “But as long as I'm back in Laci's ass ASAP, I won't complain too much.”
Laci didn't even have a chance to comprehend exactly what that sentence implied before Grant was out of her bottom and Jase was uncuffing her from the headboard.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she stuttered.
Jase didn’t answer, but just tossed the cuffs on the floor as he climbed on the bed with her and Grant. Without a word, he nudged her aside and lay down on his back in the center of her bed.
Oh. Now she knew where this was going. Naughty, naughty.
She didn't need any urging from Jase as she straddled his hips and slipped his condom-sheathed cock into her pussy. She sank down on him and wiggled a bit, seating his shaft fully in her core. Mmm, he felt even better inside her in this position. It definitely helped that she could grind her clit against him this way.
Jase grabbed her ass and held her in place as Grant pushed her shoulders forward. She ended up face to face with Jase—not a bad place to be—who was smiling at her in a seriously devious way. Her breasts pressed against the hard planes of his rock-hard chest as he pulled her close to nibble on her lower lip.
She was barely aware of Jase spreading her ass cheeks wide for his partner. Damn, they worked really well together. She wondered if they’d fibbed when they said they'd never tag-teamed a girl before.
Her heart beat so hard it practically echoed off the walls. Getting it in the mouth and pussy at the same time was one thing, but this kind of double penetration was on a whole different level.
She’d secretly dreamed about this a hundred times in the privacy of her bedroom or shower—even while she was having sex with a guy. To make the fantasy more real, she’d slide her fingers in her pussy while a guy took her ass, pretending she was getting it from two guys at the same time. But this wasn't simply going to be a fantasy—this was for real. Her body belonged to these two cops. She knew it with a certainty unlike anything she'd ever known.
She suddenly found it hard to breathe as Grant's cockhead once again pushed past the tight muscles of her anus. Could she really take two men at once this way? What if she couldn't? What if she ruined the whole thing?
Before she had a chance to open her mouth and voice her concerns—which would have been difficult with Jase nibbling on her lips—Grant's cock was already halfway up her bottom. He kept his perfect ass-fucking penis still, letting her get used to the overwhelming sensation of having two cocks in her at the same time.
Overwhelming was such an cliché word, and in this case, totally inadequate for the situation. Grant was only halfway inside her butt and she already felt completely full, as if there weren’t any corners or cervices left in her body that needed filling. Jase hadn't even started moving, and yet she felt the familiar twinges along the edges of her pussy lips that came before an orgasm.
Sandwiched between both of them was like being enveloped in a warm, living blanket of pleasure. She would have given anything if they could have all just stayed right where they were for the rest of the night.
Then Grant shoved his cock the rest of the way in her ass, and she discovered her earlier assessment had missed the mark by a mile.
Grant's strong arms came down to rest on either side of her body, his weight pinning her against Jase's chest even tighter than before, but she didn't care. If they squeezed all the breath from her, she wouldn't have cared. She was wrapped in heavenly masculinity that made her feel more like a woman than anything in her life ever had.
As Grant started pumping slowly in and out of her ass, she buried her face in Jase’s neck and held on for dear life, afraid she might float away on the torrent of sensations coursing through her if she didn't.
Every thrust from Grant shoved her further down on Jase's cock. Having two perfect shafts in her at the same time was so intense she couldn't even scream. All she could do was wonder how she would survive this. She'd heard of death by chocolate, but death by ménage?
Despite all the weight pressing down on him, Jase somehow found a way to thrust up into her pussy. Unbelievably, the two men started a rhythm, sometimes alternating their thrusts, sometimes doing it together. Her orgasm didn't raise up to claim her with any slow, inexorable tide this time. It simply crashed over her like a tidal wave. She didn’t have a climax. She drowned in it.
Then she did scream—one long, drawn out keening that didn't do justice to what she was feeling all the way down to her soul.
At some point, she sank
her teeth into Jase's neck as the two men plummeted her body over and over. Some tiny part of her that was still aware took note of their grunts and frantic thrusts, and she knew they were coming with her.
Her climax went on and on long after theirs did, but the two men kept moving inside her even after they had finished, coaxing every ounce of pleasure from her exhausted body they could.
She didn’t remember either man pulling out—her pussy and ass continued to clench and spasm with post-sex tremors long after the fact. She closed her eyes and lie there, out of it for what seemed like a very long time.
Two pairs of warm lips trailing kisses up and down her body finally brought her back. She sighed. God, that felt wonderful. Maybe they'd do that until she fell asleep. But when lips finally touched hers, she realized she was being lazy and kissed whoever it was back. She opened her eyes when he lifted his head to see that it was Grant.
He grinned down at her. “Welcome back.”
“Thought you were heading to la-la land there for a while,” Jase said.
She laughed. “I thought so, too. You guys were almost too much for me. I've never had sex that good in my life. It has to be illegal to have that many orgasms.”
“Shhh,” Grant whispered. “Don't tell anyone, we might get in trouble.”
Laci winked at them. “I won't tell if you don't.”
Jase pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “How does it feel to be a fully certified badge bunny?”
She pushed herself up on her elbows, conscious for the first time of the sheen of sweat that covered her body. It was like she'd worked out for an hour. A badge bunny workout. She almost giggled at the thought.
She smiled. “It feels damn good.”
“Was it everything you hoped it would be?” Grant asked.
She leaned over to kiss him, then Jase.
“If it had been more, I don't think I would have lived through it.” She chewed on her lower lip, hesitating. “There is one more thing you could do for me, though.”
“Name it,” Jase said.
“Promise me that this won't be the only time you two treat me to a night of pleasure like this.” She looked from one man to the other. “It was beyond amazing, but I think I’d die if you told me it was only a one-time-only thing. I've gotten a taste for it now.”
They both grinned at that.
Grant slid his hand up her thigh. “You don't have to worry about that. Now that we've gotten a taste of you, you're one badge bunny neither one of us are going to let get away.”
The words sent a quiver through her. That was a relief. And to think she’d almost been too shy to admit how crazy she was about them. Which was silly, considering what she’d just done with them.
“So,” she said hopefully. “Does that mean we can get together again soon?”
Jase gave her a positively roguish grin. “Who said we're done tonight?”
She blinked. Was he serious? “I’m not sure I can handle any more tonight.”
Grant leaned over and picked up something off the floor. It was the handcuffs. He let them swing back and forth from one finger. “I don't think you understand, babe. He who has the cuffs makes the rules, and I have the cuffs.”
Jase chuckled, bending to nibble on her neck. “There's a good little badge bunny.”
A tremor passed through her pussy even as her nipples tightened. That wasn't possible—she'd been fucked to the point of exhaustion already. But as Grant leaned down to trail kisses along her thigh, her body trembled more. Good heavens, she was getting aroused again.
Jase reached across her to take the manacles from Grant. Laci watched with interest as he attached one of the cuffs to her right wrist.
His blue eyes met hers. “Remember when I said we’d use a second pair of handcuffs on you if you were bad?”
She didn’t really remember. It was difficult to think because Grant had slid between her legs and was starting to do interesting things with his tongue, but she nodded anyway.
Jase flashed her that wicked smile of his again. “Are you a bad girl, Laci?”
The conversation they’d had earlier about the second pair of handcuffs suddenly came back to her, along with all sorts of possibilities. She stifled a moan. “Yes, Officer. I’m a very bad girl.”
Jase’s grin broadened. “Grant,” he said in a voice that sent shivers all over her body. “Get your cuffs.”
Hands-On Training
Chapter One
As a cop, Blake Jordan couldn’t afford to be distracted, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the gorgeous brunette in front of him. The only woman in the Concealed Handgun License Proficiency course he taught, she was all soft, feminine curves with long, silky hair and full, pouty lips. Not to mention honey-colored eyes he could just about get lost in. Which made it damn hard to concentrate on his presentation.
He dragged his gaze away from the beauty in the front row to scan the rest of the faces. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her studying him.
“We'll spend the first part of the day going over Texas concealed carry laws, use of force laws, nonviolent dispute resolution and general administrative matters related to maintaining your license.”
Everyone groaned at that. Everyone, but her. She sat back in her seat and got comfortable.
Most of the time, the ten-hour course was taught over two days, but as a full-time Texas State Trooper, Blake could only hold the class on his days off. Those were few and far between, which meant he had to cram everything into a single day. While he made some money on the side teaching the CHL course, it wasn't the pay that made it worthwhile. It was the knowledge that what he was doing would pay off in the long run, making the city of Houston a safer place for everyone. Concealed weapons were a way of life in Texas and he wanted to make sure the people who carried them were trained and prepared to handle the responsibility that came with the license.
“After that, we’ll do the written test, then grab lunch before the hands-on portion,” Blake said. “I'll cover how to properly handle a weapon, clean it, store it, and if the situation ever requires it—how to use it. We'll spend the last two hours using the indoor range, where I’ll get a chance to see how you handle your weapons. If I like what I see, you'll be out of here by six o’clock with your certificates in hand.”
His eyes lingered on the gorgeous woman in the front row again before he turned to the PowerPoint slide displayed on the screen. Damn, if her eyes didn’t sparkle like gold in the early morning sun coming through the window. Was she wearing colored contacts? The question mystified him half the morning. When they finally took a break, he found himself wandering over to the vending machine where she was standing to get a Coke he didn’t want simply so he could check.
“I'd recommend something with a lot of caffeine,” he said.
She turned to look at him and his breath hitched. Damn, she was even more devastating up close. He could actually see the little, green flecks of color in her gold eyes. Definitely not contacts.
Her lips—which were not only full and pouty, but very kissable—curved into a sexy smile. “I have a feeling listening to you talk is going to be more than enough to keep me awake.”
He pulled out a five-dollar bill and fed it to the vending machine, then pressed the Diet Coke button twice. He flashed her a grin as he handed her one of the bottles. “These concealed carry laws can be some riveting stuff, huh?”
She laughed. “I probably shouldn’t say this since you’re a cop, and I’m here to get my license, but actually they’re really not. You make the subject interesting, though. I think it’s because you have such a nice voice.”
He did a double take. Was she coming onto him?
She looked up at him from under her lashes. “I’m Trista Durant, by the way.”
“Blake. Jordan.”
His last name was already on his uniform, so telling her again wasn’t really necessary, but it was already out. Being around her made it hard to think straight.
She opened her Co
ke and took a sip. “I’m guessing this isn’t the first time you’ve taught this class.”
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “What makes you say that?”
“You barely looked at the slides on the screen.”
Because he’d been too busy looking at her. He took a swallow of Coke. “Guilty as charged. I teach it every few weeks or so.”
She lifted a brow. “I didn’t realize that many people got concealed carry licenses.”
“A couple hundred people take the course every month. What made you decide to get your permit? Someone hasn’t made you feel threatened, have they?” He grimaced. Why not just add “little lady,” while he was at it? “Sorry. Occupational hazard of being a cop. You have every right to tell me to pound sand.”
She laughed. “There's no particular reason, but Houston is a lot bigger than it was when I lived here before. I just want to be able to carry if I feel the need.”
Smart move. “It can be a scary place out there sometimes.”
“Yes, it can.” Trista casually looked him up and down, her gaze lingering on his crotch for a moment before their eyes met. “And there's nothing like getting your hands on a big weapon to make a girl feel all safe and secure.”
Blake almost choked on his soda. Damn. Guess that answered his earlier question about whether she was coming onto him or not. And with a blatant invitation, he’d be an idiot not to flirt right back.
Unfortunately, one of the men in the class wandered over to the vending machine before Blake could say anything.
“Don’t mind if I slip in here and get something, do you, Officer?”
Blake inclined his head, giving the man an apologetic smile. “Sorry about that. Go ahead.”
Trista moved away from the vending machine as well, automatically falling into step beside Blake as they walked back to the classroom.
“You said you lived in Houston before.” He sent her a sidelong glance. “Where’d you move from?”
