Faithful in Pleasure

by Lacey Thorn

  “You can rest your hands on his thighs. Help him pull those jeans down so you can see how much he wants you.” Cruz spoke, but her focus was on Houston and the decadent treat he was revealing inch by inch to her.

  His cock was long and thick with a curve that had her mouth watering at the thought of riding him. She gripped his jeans as he began to push them down and almost ripped them off his legs in her hurry. Masculine chuckles filled the air as Houston hurried to unbutton his shirt and shrugged it from his shoulders. He stepped out of the jeans when she worked them to his ankles and kicked them behind him out of the way.

  “I think he needs you to show him how much you like what he has to offer,” Cruz said. “Go ahead, Melda. Suck his dick.”

  Houston held his hands at his sides while she leaned in and took him in her mouth. God, he tasted good. She leaned closer, using his thighs to brace her hands as she took as much of his shaft as she could. He hit the back of her throat, and she gagged for just a second before she breathed through it and swallowed around him.

  “Fuck,” Houston grunted, and she felt his body tense.

  “Our girl likes to deep throat,” Cruz murmured. “I’m going to want to feel that myself, darling. I bet Darius does too.”

  Melda moaned around Houston’s shaft as she moved her mouth back and forth over him, taking him to the back of her throat every four or five passes. She could feel him swelling, knew he was close when Cruz ordered her to stop.

  “That’s enough for now.”

  Houston stepped back quickly, panting as if he’d just run a marathon instead of had his cock sucked. Cruz held his hand out to her, helping her get to her feet.

  “Can you take us all at once?” he asked. “One cock stuffed up your pussy, another buried in your ass, and a third brushing the back of your throat?”

  “Yes.” She wasn’t sure if she could handle it or not, but she wanted it, wouldn’t accept anything less at this point.

  “Darius is ready for you.” Cruz nodded toward the bed where Darius already reclined, a condom rolled on his cock. “Houston’s going to fuck that beautiful ass that’s still blushing from his hand, and I’m going to feel that throat. Sound good to you?”

  She nodded, too overwhelmed with anticipation to speak. She would have never guessed eighteen months ago when she wrote a letter addressed “Dear Soldier” that it would all come to this.

  Cruz helped her onto the bed and Darius sat up to guide her as she shifted into place over his lap. Her knees pressed into the bed next to his hips, and he nipped her straining nipple with his teeth before lying back once more and holding his cock up for her.

  “I want you to put that cock inside you, Melda, with one hard downward thrust of your hips. Take him all the way. Don’t stop. You’re so wet you won’t have any problem, darling. And Darius wants to be in you badly.”

  She grit her teeth. She knew he’d let her take Darius in, but he wouldn’t let her ride him like she wanted to. She braced one hand on Darius’s muscled belly and used the other to grip his cock just above where he held it. He jerked in her hand, and his hand dropped down to the bed beside him.

  She took a deep breath and placed him so he breached her opening. So good. He felt perfect. Thick enough that he’d rub all along her walls as she took him deep.

  “Now,” Cruz commanded, and she sunk down on Darius.

  They both moaned as she kept pressing until her ass brushed his skin and his cock was buried fully inside her. Both of her hands were on his belly, and she gave a little twist of her hips, grinding against him before he could grasp her and hold her still.

  “Now bend forward and lay on his chest. Let him feel those nipples. And hold real still while Houston works his cock up your ass.”

  She glanced back to see Houston behind her, his cock sheathed and slick with more lube as he waited to join them.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned as she slowly eased down to lay on Darius’s chest. Her hips shifted, and though his cock wasn’t quite as deep at this angle, she still had the urge to ride him until she came. She closed her eyes and focused on breathing.

  The bed dipped and adjusted as Houston moved behind them. His legs were wide, sliding just outside hers as he positioned himself. His hands spread her back checks, and she felt his cock run along her crease before he let the head lodge against her anus.

  “Ready?” Cruz asked.

  “Yes,” she moaned and Houston pressed in.

  She felt that first bite of pressure as he breached and kept going. Then the delicious burn started as her ass struggled to accept him. Then there was something new and different, an intense pressure that had to be from already having Darius filling her pussy with his cock. She felt stuffed, and as Houston finally seated his cock completely in her ass, she wondered if they’d even be able to move.

  “Doing okay?” Cruz asked, and she felt the brush of his fingers through her hair where it had fallen over her face.

  She nodded.

  “Darius is going to help you lift up a bit now,” Cruz told her. “That way they can both fuck you at the same time. And I’m going to stand up here and see if I can’t give you something to muffle the screams of pleasure you’ll be making.”

  She groaned as their hands moved her. She didn’t care how they wanted her at this point. She was so on fire with the need to come she’d stand on her head if they told her to, or at least she’d try to.

  Cruz’s fingers caught in the top of her hair and tugged her, so she looked up at him. He held his cock out and she opened wide. He nudged the head between her lips and kept going until she felt him just shy of the back of her throat. She had one hand braced on Darius’s chest and the other on Cruz’s thigh.

  “Tap my thigh when you want me to go deeper,” Cruz said. “And remember one thing, darling. If you stop sucking, they stop fucking.”

  She was going to die.

  “Which means they don’t start fucking until you start sucking,” he said, prompting her into action.

  She tightened her lips and sucked.

  Cruz nodded his head, and Houston eased back until only the head of his cock remained in her ass. Then he thrust deep and Darius pulled back. It was slow and easy at first as they found their rhythm. She could do little but hold herself steady and let them have their way with her. She concentrated on sucking Cruz’s cock, hoping if she made him come, he’d let her come. She wanted to come badly; she could feel the orgasm building inside her and knew it was going to be more intense than the previous two.

  “That’s it,” Cruz crooned as he fucked her mouth. She tapped his thigh, and he drove deep, gagging her for a second before she swallowed and breathed out. “Fuck, darling. You feel so good. I’m going to come soon. Slap my thigh if you want me to pull it out,” he panted.

  She curled her fingers around the back of his thigh, trying to convey without words exactly where she wanted him to spill his cum.

  “Oh, God, Melda,” he said. “It’s so good. I wanted to fuck your pussy, but I won’t last. You’ve had me worked up since lunch yesterday when you walked toward us looking like a wet dream and left with that teasing comment about what you’d be sucking.”

  Yeah, she had done that. She was losing her focus. Darius and Houston were fucking harder and faster, pounding their cocks into her. She’d be lucky if she didn’t come before Cruz.

  “I’m coming,” Cruz moaned then. “I’m coming.” He groaned low and long as she felt the first splash of his cum hit the roof of her mouth. She swallowed and sucked and was rewarded with another jet of the warm salty fluid. She swallowed that then took him into the back of her throat for a second that had him crying out and giving her just a little more.

  “Jesus,” he groaned as he pulled back from her. “I came,” he said, and she smiled, wondering if he had thought she might have missed that fact while she was swallowing every drop of his release.

  “Thank fucking Christ,” Houston rumbled behind her. “We were idiots when we agreed to that.”
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br />   “Ain’t that the truth,” Darius groaned from under her. “Heaven. Your pussy is the sweetest heaven I’ve ever known. I could fuck you forever.”

  “You should feel this ass,” Houston groaned. “Like it was made to take my cock.”

  It took her a second, but she blamed that on the way their hands were suddenly all over her. “You agreed not to touch me without his permission or to talk to me until he came,” she realized aloud.

  “We made it part of our ‘who’s in charge’ agreement,” Houston grunted, coming over her back and nipping her shoulder with his teeth.

  She had both hands braced on Darius’s shoulders while he sucked her nipples. This was good, so good.

  “Talk later,” she moaned. “Fuck now.”

  Masculine chuckles again, but they quickly turned to groans as she clenched around the pistoning shafts in her pussy and ass.

  Houston was jerking behind her, and she knew he was close before he even said anything.

  “I’m coming, baby. I’m coming.” He buried his cock deep and held rigid behind her as Darius continued fucking up into her pussy.

  She was so close, but she couldn’t quite reach it yet.

  Houston shifted behind her and pulled his cock free. Almost as soon as he moved back from them, Darius had her turned and flat on her back on the mattress.

  “Lift your legs, sweetheart,” he urged, and she slid them up to grip his hips, opening herself wider.

  She slipped one hand down her body to where they were joined and traced around her clitoris.

  “That’s it,” Darius said. “Make that pussy come for me. Milk my cock. I want to feel your orgasm around my dick.”

  She arched her back, pressing her chest up as her head thrashed back and forth on the bed. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!” she screamed as she flew into oblivion. Her body was pure sensation, every nerve alive and tingling with pleasure so intense she was afraid she might pass out.

  “Ahhhh,” Darius cried out as he joined her. His hips pressed firmly to hers, and she felt the tight clench of his ass against her feet as she held him close. Her hands buried in his hair, and she pulled him down for one scorching kiss before jerking free and gasping for air.

  “Holy shit!” Houston grunted. “Maybe we should take tomorrow off before we do this again. Someone’s going to have a heart attack.”

  And just that easily, Melda was laughing. Darius rolled off her with a groan, swatting her playfully on the hip as he did. She stretched, moving and rolling her body. She’d never felt so alive. Or so sexually fulfilled and exhausted. She smothered a yawn. She couldn’t wait to see who was in charge tomorrow and what they had planned for her.

  Chapter Five

  After sharing Chinese take-out and a rented movie with the guys, Melda had gone home. They’d wanted her to stay, and she was tempted. But it just seemed more fitting in these first three days to return home and sleep alone to build the excitement for the next date and the next sexual escapade. Last night she’d curled up with the letters and sorted all the ones she was certain had been from Cruz. Then she’d re-read every one of them and learned about him all over again.

  She was fresh from the shower, wrapped in a towel, pouring coffee when the doorbell rang. It was eight on a Saturday morning. Her date wasn’t starting this early, was it?

  She peeked out the window and sure enough, Darius stood there. Holy Mother! He was wearing black leather pants with a long sleeve black shirt and boots. She wanted to strip him and lick him from head to toe.

  “I’m not ready yet,” she said as she pulled the door open to admit him.

  His gaze skimmed from her wet hair to her red-painted toenails then back up to lock with her eyes. “You look good to me.”

  She peeked over his shoulder. “Is that a Harley at the curb?”

  “Yes. I hope you like to ride. I thought we’d just set off, do a little exploring.”

  “I love it! I haven’t been on one in a long time. Can I drive it?”

  He gave her an incredulous look. “No way.”

  She pouted. “Please.”

  He laughed. “No, but you can wrap yourself around me and let me take you for the ride of your life.”

  She wasn’t sure if they were still talking about the bike or not. “I just need to get dressed. There’s coffee in the kitchen.”

  “Do you have any leather pants?”

  She nodded and turned to go to her bedroom, but Darius caught her hand and pulled her back. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, a gentle exploration, a warm hello. She wasn’t sure if he helped the towel fall or not, but it hit the floor, covering their feet before he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let him carry her to the kitchen.

  “Darius,” she moaned as he lowered her to sit on the edge of the table and took a chair in front of her.

  “Shhh,” he crooned. “I’m suddenly starving, and I know just what I want to eat.”

  He leaned in, pulling her hips all the way to the edge of the table and used his shoulders to spread them wide and keep them that way.

  “I’ve been wanting to bury my lips here since I got a brief taste of you on your nipples yesterday.” He nuzzled into her, and Melda leaned back, bracing her hands slightly behind her hips on the table, so she could hold herself up to watch him.

  He glanced up at her and smiled, sending shivers of lust down her spine. “You’re going to want to lie back for this, sweetheart. I tend to have a healthy appetite. I like to take my time and savor my sweets.”

  She reclined back on her elbows and looked down her body, not wanting to miss a moment of what he had planned. She liked the heated lust shining in his eyes, the way his eyelids slid to half-mast giving his face a sensuous cast. He pressed kisses along the center of her pussy lips, and it took all she had not to lift her cunt up toward his touch.

  “Darius,” she moaned his name, shaking with need for more.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured against her folds. His tongue peaked out and slid through her lips, up and over her clit before he pulled it back in his mouth and groaned. “So sweet.”

  His tongue eased over her again, probing and rubbing, this time easing down to her opening and slipping inside. He groaned and pressed firmer against her, his lips forming a suctioning hold around her portal while his tongue fucked in and out.

  “Oh, God!” Melda screamed as she fell flat to the table. She lifted her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, holding tight as she lifted a bit higher into him.

  His fingers replaced his tongue, pumping slow and easy inside her pussy while he kissed and licked his way back up her slit to where her clit was swollen and ready for his touch. He circled his tongue around the bud, flicked over the top of it, then finally wrapped it with his lips and sucked.

  “Yes! Oh, God! Yes! Darius!” She was rocking up into him. He’d shifted her bent legs apart, and now she braced a foot on each of his shoulders, using them for leverage to lift her pussy higher.

  “So wet and needy,” he grunted as he pumped his fingers a little deeper, spreading them as wide as he could as he worked them out then back in again. “So tight and hot. I could spend my life between your thighs and die a happy man.”

  She moaned and jerked a bit as he teased her clit with fluttering touches of his tongue. Her hands lifted to her nipples, and she pinched and tugged at them. He had her on fire, hovering on the precipice of orgasm.

  “You know what else I’ve been thinking about?” he whispered between kisses and licks. His fingers slid free and moved back to rub against her anus, rubbing her juices over it. “Your ass. I want to see you on your hands and knees in front of me while I work my cock deep inside you.” He groaned and pressed one wet finger gently inside her ass to the first knuckle. “I want to feel this snug grasp sucking at my dick.”

  “Yes!” she cried out, wanting, needing him to just stand up and fuck her, take her wild and hot.

  “Soon,” he promised then captured he
r clit again and began sucking with greed.

  One finger worked her ass while he slid two fingers of his other hand inside her pussy. Her knees lifted and gripped the sides of his head while her fingers found purchase in his short hair. She was riding his face and fingers, so close to orgasm she was helpless to hold back.

  “Darius!” she cried his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear as she slammed high into a rippling pleasure and rode each wave, rising higher and higher.

  She was limp when she finally came back down. Her legs were hanging off the edge of the table, her hands dropped loosely beside her as she panted for breath. Darius was tracing lazy circles on her inner thigh as he watched her with hooded eyes and wet lips.

  “You okay?” His voice was husky as it washed over her.

  “I’m fantastic,” she practically purred as she used her elbows to slowly sit up.

  He stood and reached to help her, and she found her gaze snagged and held by the large bulge in his leathers.

  She stretched her arm out and ran a finger over him before he could move away from her touch. “I could return the favor.”

  He hissed and caught her fingers, tugging them away and lifting them to his mouth for a kiss. “I’m okay, just give me a minute. Besides you need to get dressed so we can start our date.”

  She gave him a curious look but didn’t say anything. After she let him help her from the table, she walked on shaky legs toward her bedroom, leaving him to cleanup in the kitchen. She mulled things over in her mind as she dried her hair and pulled it back in a braid then pulled on her black leather pants, black combat boots, and a long-sleeved red shirt. She’d pull her leather jacket out of the hall closet before they left. She couldn’t wait to wrap herself around him and feel the pulse of the bike between her legs, feel the wind in her hair. And she’d work on getting him to let her drive it, just once.

  He was reclined against the counter, drinking coffee when she returned to the kitchen. She’d managed to make it back out in less than twenty minutes. Her hair was still a bit damp, but that was fine.