Twice the Bang: Delta Heat, Book 4

by Delilah Devlin

  There was laughter around her, but then she felt a tap land on the top of her head. She tilted up her face to meet Mondo’s hard stare.

  And without another word, she cupped his balls with one hand, gripped his shaft and took him into her mouth.

  Warm and steamy and smelling like soap and Mondo’s own fabulous musk, Pansy lost herself in the pleasure of giving Mondo what he wanted. He stood still, not his breaths or a quiver giving away what he thought, but she felt his growing interest. Yes, indeed she did.

  His cock expanded slowly, stretching her lips, filling her to the point she had to breathe through her nose. While she fondled his stones and bobbed toward his crotch, she let her mind grow still. Let go of the excitement of the past hour and her joy at playing like a kid with all of her new friends.

  Here in the warmth of the cozy lounge area, with soft lighting from lamps on end tables and the silence of those who gave her all their attention, she let her own body blossom.

  Her breasts hardened, the nipples tightening to hard little beads. Her pussy grew engorged, moisture seeping to wet her channel and then her lips.

  She swayed forward and back, her eyelids drifting down, her lips suctioning around the thick shaft of the powerful Dom as he combed his fingers through her hair. Gentled by his touch, she sighed.

  Mondo cupped her chin and slowly withdrew, then he bent and kissed her mouth. “Have fun,” he whispered.

  She gave him a blazing smile and then bent her head again, waiting to see what would happen next.

  “We’re a little constrained by a lack of equipment,” Beau said from behind her.

  Equipment. Apparently they’d improvised. Furniture moved around her. A long, low coffee table was moved in front of her by Jackson and Craig. Then Jenn moved in, placing a folded blanket on top of it.

  Craig stepped forward and helped her up, using his hands to show her he wanted her to lie down.

  When she was on her back, Craig stood at the foot of the table and gripped the blanket, sliding her down until her legs hung over the side and her ass was at the edge. Then he pushed apart her thighs and knelt.

  Jenn and Aiden knelt on either side of her, and Pansy glanced from side to side as each caressed her breasts and Craig bent over her pussy to give her a long, thorough lick.

  “Holy shit,” she whispered. Yes, she’d known everyone got involved in these things, sharing the moment like it was a rite of passage, but she didn’t know how she’d stand it. The fingers tweaking her breasts sent electric jolts to her core. Craig’s clever tongue stroked her folds and tapped her clit until a pulse throbbed between her legs.

  Aiden reached down and slipped an arm beneath her knee, followed by Jenn who mimicked his movement. They both pulled up, raising her knees and opening her before bending to suckle at her breast.

  Pansy lay rigid, shocked even, as the committed threesome plied her with their teeth, tongues and lips.

  Craig burrowed his face into her slit and then raised his head. “Told you this would be fun.”

  He wasn’t talking to her, but to his two companions who smiled then gobbled her breasts again.

  Pansy shook her head, looking beyond them to Beau who sat on a couch, a towel still hugging his waist, staring intently while two men and a woman had their way with her.

  Then the three moved back.

  Suddenly the blanket went sliding again, up the table, not stopping until her head fell over the edge. A large body entered her upside-down view. A cock hung above her. Aiden’s. He knelt and fed himself into her mouth, while yet another mouth claimed her pussy. Not Craig’s, she could tell, because the fingers that caressed her folds were feminine.

  Slender digits entered her, rubbing inside her, finding the spongy mass of nerve endings that sent a quiver of delight throughout her body.

  “Told you I’d find it, Jackson,” Marti cooed.

  That question answered, Pansy relaxed until Marti’s mouth latched around her clit and began sucking.

  She’d never shared sex with a woman before and didn’t know quite how she felt about it, but Marti was talented, pushing her tongue on the thin hood to raise it, and then latching her lips harder, tugging until Pansy raised her legs, toes pointing. The sensation was sublime. She happily angled her head to take more of Aiden’s cock inside her mouth while she laved him with her tongue.

  Just when she felt the first tremors of an orgasm beginning to tighten in her core, Aiden withdrew.

  Marti pulled away, moaning but giving Pansy’s inner a thigh a kiss as she left.

  The blanket moved, and once more her head cleared the edge and she could look around.

  Ash walked into view. Naked. Proud. A flogger slapping her open palm.

  Pansy shook her head. Already aroused, she wasn’t sure she could hold back when the flogger kissed her skin. With all gazes watching her reaction, she couldn’t hide her distress.

  She gulped and blinked her eyes.

  Billy muttered and came to the table, kneeling at her head and bracketing her face with his hands. He bent and gave her an upside-down kiss. “It’s okay. Let me watch. You’re beautiful, Pansy.”

  Reassured, she reached up and clamped her hand around his wrist. She flicked her gaze to Ash whose arm was already upraised.

  The flogger crossed her belly in a soft swish then came back across her skin. The soft brushes trailed like a caress, soothing her, and she sighed, breathing even deeper when the next strokes struck her inner thighs. Crisscrossing swipes followed, warming her thighs and belly, until her head rocked side-to-side.

  A slap landed on her pussy, jolting her from comfort, but then the next stroked her mound. Pansy watched Ash, admiring the look of concentration on her face. But then some signal must have passed, because Gus knelt between her legs, but turned to nuzzle into Ash’s folds.

  Over and over, the lash fell as Ash’s nipples tightened and a flush darkened her cheeks and chest. Gus’s head circled as he licked and sucked at his Domme’s sweet sex.

  Pansy had watched orgies aplenty but had shied from joining. None had ever felt tender or anything more than restless and urgent. Glancing around the room, she saw Jenn standing in front of Aiden, one of his thick arms wrapped around her waist, a hand cuddling her breast.

  Marti sat curled up on Jackson’s lap with his hand between her legs while she smiled happily back at Pansy.

  Mondo and Craig sat on chairs, watching as well. Not moving but seeming to enjoy the play happening all around them.

  At last, Ash finished the strokes and dropped the flogger to grip Gus’s ears. She tossed back her red hair as an orgasm shuddered through her. When she swayed on her feet, he gripped her hips to hold her steady before rising and lifting her in his arms.

  Pansy followed them with her gaze as he carried Ash out of sight.

  Beau stepped into her vision, still wearing a towel like Billy. He held out his hand, waiting until she reached up to accept his tug. When she sat, the room swirled a bit and she laughed. “I’m dizzy.”

  Beau tipped his chin to Billy. “Go take a seat on the sofa.”

  Billy rose, dropped his towel and strode proudly to the tatty brown sofa.

  Pansy didn’t miss the interested glances that followed.

  Marti whistled between her lips.

  Billy only smiled and sat, his erection standing at an angle.

  Beau tugged her hand and walked her to the sofa. He reached into a box at the side table and tossed a condom at Billy.

  Without a word, Billy cloaked himself and then sat, his gaze steady as Beau guided her down to straddle Billy’s lap.

  “We’ve been here before,” she whispered, clutching his shoulders.

  “Last time, we didn’t have an audience.” He held his cock while she reached down and spread her folds, then he placed the tip against her entrance.

  Pansy glanced at Beau, who gave them both a solemn nod. She slid down Billy’s thick shaft, engulfing him in one tense plunge.

  She wasn’t given a
chance to savor the fullness stretching her. Fingers trailed between her buttocks, and she glanced back.

  “Mondo says you’re ready for this,” Beau whispered, fingering her back hole.

  Pansy gave him a wide-eyed glare. “Mondo’s got issues. He can’t seem to keep from plugging a girl when he’d got her trussed up.” Cool gel glided around her back entrance and she shook her head. “Maybe if we were alone.”

  “Going to pass on the chance to do us both?”

  “At the same time?”

  Beau tsked. “It’s my night, Pansy. Thought you’d be a little more accommodating.”

  “You said all nights belonged to me.”

  “I did, didn’t I?” He sighed. His finger stilled.

  Immediately, she missed the gentle pressure. “Since when do you let a girl top you?”

  A chuckle gusted against her cheek. A single digit sank inside her. Her eyelids sank midway and her mouth sagged as well. She tensed her legs to rise, but Billy pushed down on her thighs, clamping her against him.

  “I have to move,” she groaned.

  “Not until Beau says you can. It’s only fair.”

  “Since when are you doing him favors?”

  “Since he let you slide down my dick first.”

  Dirty laughter surrounded her. She aimed a glare around the room but only met winks and Mondo’s arched brow. When she didn’t get the support she thought she deserved, she faced forward.

  Beau’s finger gave her a teasing swirl, and she clamped her jaws together to keep from moaning aloud. Beau nuzzled her neck. Billy cupped her breasts and kneaded them.

  She was primed for an orgasm. Every pet and kiss, every lick and teasing thrust, had prepared her for this. To be loved by two men—in front of their closest friends. How could she let any one of them down?

  So, yes, that was a self-serving thought, but a nice salve to her pride.

  Pansy laid her forehead against Billy’s shoulder and sighed loudly. “Okay, Beau, I’m ready.”

  He eased fingers inside her. Two thick digits coated with more gel. They stretched her, but not to the point of pain. Mondo was right. He’d been preparing her for this for a while but had told her long ago he’d save that honor for a man she loved.

  Beau was going to be that man. The thought warmed her, made her feel content to let him play while Billy’s strong heart thudded against her.

  She had two men who wanted her. Would they both love her back? Would sharing her prove too much of a strain on their generosity? “Billy?”

  He cupped the back of her head with his hand, fingers pulling gently on her hair to tilt back her face. His gaze was hotter than a flickering blue flame. “What, sweetheart?”

  She stared into his eyes but withheld the question, chickening out at the last moment and simply shaking her head.

  His mouth crimped, and he pulled her face closer. His lips gave her a soft caress. “It’s okay. I’m still here.”

  She poked out her bottom lip. “You’re under me. Short of dumping me on the floor, there’s no escape.”

  “Baby, if I wanted to be somewhere else, I’d be gone.”

  “What if I never want you to go?” Her eyes widened because she’d blurted what was in her heart without thinking.

  Billy leaned his forehead against hers. “I’m here.”

  That and the tender caress of his hands gliding from her shoulders to her elbows was enough reassurance for now.

  “Lean closer to Billy, Pansy,” Beau said, withdrawing his fingers.

  She bent toward Billy while Beau slid behind her, his hot skin against her back, his cock nudging her butt. When he fit the tip against her entrance, she drew a deep breath.

  “Relax. Let me in. Let us share you, baby.”

  “I like the way that sounds,” she whispered.

  Beau pressed a kiss against her shoulder. “So do I.”

  “So long as you don’t try to kiss me, I’m okay with it too,” Billy said in a surly tone, but there was a smile curving up one side of his mouth.

  Pansy held her breath and dug her fingers into Billy’s shoulders as Beau pushed past the tight ring. “Wow.”

  Beau gasped. “Good Lord, that’s tight.”

  “Just don’t move for a second,” she said, panting, then forcing her breaths to lengthen and her body to relax. When she finally eased around him, Beau began to move, coming up into her in gently rocking moves.

  Pansy was stretched, front and back. Moisture seeped around Billy’s cock.

  “She’s wet,” Billy whispered.

  “She’ll be wetter in a minute. If you ease back, I’ll move for both of us.”

  Pansy rolled her cheek on Billy’s hot skin. “Can you feel him, Billy?”

  “Uh-huh. Let’s not talk about it.”

  She giggled, but it was short burst because Beau’s thrusts were deepening and coming faster. Filled to bursting with two large cocks, she let go—forgetting their interested audience and enjoying the moment two special men were giving her. Whether they ever repeated it, she didn’t care. Not now. She felt cherished and desired—needed—if the two hard bodies growing harder by the minute were any indication.

  Billy slipped a hand between them and touched her clit, rubbing it gently. Beau touched the knot the paint ball had made on her hip and pressed, causing a delicious twinge. With both men trying so hard to make her come, how could she deny them? She reached back to hug Beau’s neck and placed a palm against Billy’s cheek, and then she closed her eyes and edged over the cliff into a free fall.

  Epilogue

  Three months later…

  Beau woke to sunshine streaming through a window. He blinked and reached for the center of the bed. Pansy was gone. So was Billy. He shook his head, wondering how the two coconspirators had managed to sneak out without waking him. He wasn’t a heavy sleeper.

  But then again, he’d been dead tired the night before. They’d been moving in stages to the house they’d pooled their resources to buy—near Gus’s in the burbs. Three doors down to be exact. Just last Thursday at the Tavern, Aiden had asked to be informed if any houses on their block ever went up for sale. Mondo had joked that their block parties might get pretty interesting if they managed to sew up the entire street.

  Everybody had pitched in the previous weekend following the Saturday football game to move Billy and then Beau into the new house. Last night, Beau and Billy had sat Pansy on one of her spindly kitchen chairs while they’d packed all her belongings into boxes. This morning, they’d load the U-haul. By nightfall, they’d all be living under the same roof. Something they’d decided needed to happen quickly after the accident—Pansy’s description of what had happened two months ago when the condoms both he and Billy had been wearing tore while they’d been stroking deep inside her pussy.

  It had only taken the one time, and two weeks later, she’d waved a wand under their noses, demanding to know what they planned to do about it.

  Billy had shrugged—he was learning to keep his emotions hidden behind an inscrutable expression, because it drove Pansy wild, the fact she couldn’t read what either of them were thinking.

  Funny fact was, Beau and Billy could just about read each other’s minds. After she’d waved her wand, they’d shared a glance and smiled.

  “The new kitchen won’t be orange,” Billy had said, looking over Pansy’s head at Beau.

  “And I’m not sitting at a pink kitchen table for the rest of my life,” Beau had said, hiding a smile because Pansy’s frown was growing deeper as the two men ignored her.

  “You can put the table in the kid’s room. He can do his homework there.”

  “She can have tea parties.”

  Pansy had glanced from one to the other and burst into tears. “It’s the hormones,” she’d said, waving them away as they both reached out.

  Which of course neither of them accepted as they pulled her close for a group hug.

  “It’s too early for hormones to be kicking in,” Beau said as he a
nd Billy rocked her between them.

  “How do you know?” she’d said, hiccupping.

  “I don’t, but I’m pretty sure that isn’t what has you crying.”

  “Then why am I, Mr. Smartypants?”

  “You want us to live together,” he said, keeping his voice cheerful just to annoy her. “Now you get your wish.”

  “And it took me getting knocked up for it to happen?” she wailed.

  Of course, both men had made sure she no longer thought the only reason they were going to share a roof was because of the bun in the oven.

  Beau smiled thinking about that morning, then he rolled off the air mattress. Time to find out what those two were up to.

  He was only halfway down the stairs when he heard the commotion coming from the kitchen. The table was scraping on the linoleum.

  Beau stood in the doorway, watching Billy as he plowed into Pansy, her legs hugging his shoulders. “Not worried about the floor this time?” he asked during a lull.

  Both of his roomies glanced his way, blushes on their faces. “It’s the last time this table will be in a kitchen,” Billy said, grinning no doubt because he knew how lame it sounded.

  “And it didn’t seem fair—you were the only one to christen it,” Pansy said. “I wanted to make sure you both had fond memories of it so it didn’t end up in the thrift store like most of my furniture.”

  “I told you that rainbow chair made my eyes hurt,” Beau said. He’d hidden the chair, not thrown it out as he’d threatened, but he was willing to wait until she saw it in the new house. Pansy was always generous when she was grateful.

  Pansy winked at Billy. “He doesn’t know what color I’ve chosen for the bedroom walls.”

  Billy grinned and gave her another deep stroke. “He’s not gonna love it.”

  “When he’s there, he can keep the lights off.”

  “He never leaves the lights off.”

  “That’s because he wants to make sure his moves are better than yours.”

  “He’s got this competitive thing going,” Billy said, his warm blue eyes gleaming. “I don’t get it.”

  Pansy smiled and gripped the edge of the table. “Better finish it before the whole gang walks through the door.”