by Renee George
Now normally the two men usually involved a cute doctor and a patient, sometimes good looking actors would fill the roles in her fantasy, but not here. Not in Los Regalos. In Regalos, her fancy became Nigel and Pacer, blue hair against black hair, tangling and intertwining. Their mouths pressed hard in a passionate kiss as their cocks danced together, shaft against shaft. She wanted to join them, and they wanted her as much as they wanted each other.
“I’m sorry.” Nigel’s voice snapped her from her fantasy. “I don’t think I can help you with that one, Maxine.” He didn’t seem angry, but he had definitely tensed.
“I didn’t mean… I hope you don’t think I…” She shook her head. “I ruined it. I knew I would. And you had said ‘anything.’ It’s just, well, I’ve always sort of had a thing about the idea of a real threesome with two guys. You know, just one big happy party. You must think I’m terrible.”
“I think you’re wonderful. And I don’t have a problem with adding a guy to the whole fantasy.” He stood and put his pants on. “Just not him.”
“Oh.” Maxine frowned. There went one fantasy out the proverbial window. “Why not?” She leaned forward and watched him pull his T-shirt over his lovely abs. “Am I getting too personal?”
“Not at all.” Nigel smiled, though it didn’t touch his eyes. “We have a love-hate relationship. I love him. He hates me.”
“Mmm.” It took Maxine a moment for his words to sink in. “Huh? You love him?” She would have sworn he was completely straight. “I’m confused.”
“Don’t be, Maxine.” Nigel pulled her from the bed and kissed the top of her head. “Humes are not gay or straight.”
“So, pretty much, you’re into… whatever.” Okay, so maybe Pacer couldn’t be part of her fantasy, but who knew what other gorgeous man-hunk she would find in Los Regalos.
“Yeah,” Nigel said, a tinge of disappointment in his voice. “We could find another third. Just not Pacer.”
“I’m sorry also, Nigel.” She kissed him hard on the lips, breathing in the last of him before he left to go back to work. “I wish there was something I could do.”
“Are you the mind reader now?” Nigel chuckled, letting his arms drop from around Maxine. “Can I come back tonight? After I’m done with my shift?”
Looking down, Maxine shrugged. Inside she felt giddy as a debutante at a Macy’s sale. “Sure.” She looked up into his swirly irises. “I’d like that very much.” Things were definitely looking up in Los Regalos.
Chapter Three
Pacer Prism brought in his last drop-off, an older man, corporate executive if he had to guess. He couldn’t stop thinking about the adorable blonde he’d dropped off earlier in the day. She hadn’t paged him. Too bad. He’d been doing nothing but thinking about wicked things he could do to her body during the long day of driving back and forth to the Platinum Nugget.
“We could have a real good time, Ms. Maxine Simms,” he mumbled absently, graciously accepting the twenty-credit tip from the tourist. “Tight ass,” he added when the man stepped out of earshot. He lazily flipped the credit through his fingers, lacing it around each digit and back in a practiced pattern. Pocketing the coin, he sighed.
He’d been in Los Regalos for nearly nine years. He missed his homeland. One more year, and he’d have three weeks of vacation coming to him. It’d be nice to use them all consecutively. A real break from the glitz and glam of the city. If the truth were told, he’d have never left his people if he hadn’t been so desperate to get away from Nigel Tennon. He squeezed his fingers into a tight fist, his gut twisting in a knot.
Twenty years he’d committed to Los Regalos. Twenty years bound by a contract next to impossible to get out of without dying. The first year had been a blast. His first time out among humans and other species he’d never seen. His people, the humes, rarely ventured away from their own kind, so the entire experience had been new and exhilarating. Until the next year when Nigel had shown up.
Pacer had no idea the blue-haired hume had followed him to Regalos until he showed up to relieve him at the blackjack table. He’d been furious with Da Boss for placing Nigel in the Platinum Nugget. Even more so, when Da Boss told him to “tough it out.” Fucking wizard, he could take his blue suede shoes and stick them up his ass. Not that Pacer would ever have said anything of the sort to his face. You didn’t mess with Da Boss. Not unless you wanted your kneecaps broken and to be hauled out into the desert to rot in the wasting sun.
After the first couple of months, Nigel finally got the hint Pacer couldn’t forgive him. Since then, they’d both worked different shifts and made a habit of avoiding each other as much as possible.
As Pacer entered the Nugget, the cool breeze of air conditioning hit his face and the scent of expensive perfumes and colognes mingled with the sweat of the rich humans who walked the floors of the casino hotel as if they owned the place. More than a few men and women raked their gazes over his body. He flipped his long black hair, giving them the barest of fang as he sashayed across the floor to the casino entrance. A real show. The customers came first and all that good nonsense.
The only customer who interested him at the moment though was Maxine. He scanned the bevy of slot machines, roulette tables, the craps tables, and the video poker area. Where had the cute little blonde taken off to?
* * *
Nigel had told her he worked the evenings driving clients to restaurants and clubs around Regalos until after midnight. Feeling lucky, and restless, Maxine changed into a white spaghetti strap dress with a short pink jacket and headed down to the casino.
The air whispered with manic excitement across the casino floor. The kind of sensation which could only be felt in a place like this where a tourist could be as naughty as they wanted without worrying about the repercussions. Maxine scanned the area, letting her eye choose her party.
And there he stood…
Pacer Prism dealt blackjack to a full table of humans, and Maxine felt a pang of disappointment there wasn’t an empty seat. Feeling more confident after her afternoon with Nigel, she straightened her shoulders and headed in his direction. Her thoughts were licentious as she grew close enough to see his tightly drawn nipples through the black T-shirt he wore.
His skin seemed so pale, even more than Nigel’s in the artificial lighting of the room -- his dark hair ghosting across his face as he called for all bets. She watched his baby blues rise, as if in a slow motion reel, from the cards to her. A simple, knowing smile claimed his lips. Suddenly Maxine forgot how to put one foot in front of the other and that resulted in her crashing forward with an “Oohf!” after her left toes caught on her right heel.
The tourist she fell into and onto was none other than Meyer Keagan, her neighbor from the plane. She recognized his voice before his face when he said, “Miss. Your knee.” He shifted beneath her. “Your knee is on my nuts.”
Maxine scrambled off him, feeling shocked and dismayed. “I’m so sorry! I’m such a klutz.” She pulled herself up using the stool Meyer had been sitting on, then helped him up. “I swear to Heaven this weekend is going to either land me in the hospital or it’s going to be the death of me.”
“You might be the death of us both.” He pushed his glasses back on his nose, his green eyes lit with humor. “Or at least the death of any chance I’ll ever have to reproduce.” Brushing his pants off, he smiled. “You look very pretty, Maxine.”
She blushed. “I imagine I’m a mess after that little fiasco.”
“Not at all.” He picked a piece of lint from her hair. A woman standing nearly six feet tall strolled up and took Meyer’s arm.
She had fire-engine-red hair, a very slender body, golden skin, and wore a red strapless dress barely covering anything. She pushed her hair back revealing a sharply pointed ear. A coastal elf! Maxine had read about them in her college textbook on the paranormal species. She looked just as gorgeous as they were described.
In other words, she made Maxine feel wholly inadequate. Again.
This time Meyer blushed as the elf kissed his neck. “Uh, Maxine. This is Saara. Saara, Maxine.”
Saara extended long delicate fingers and Maxine took them. Her hands looking like short clubs in comparison. “Nice to meet you.”
“Lovely to meet you as well.” Her lyrical voice sent shivers down Maxine’s spine.
Saara pulled Maxine’s hand to her lips and kissed her fingertips in invitation and Maxine froze like a deer caught in the headlights. She might have been interested in a threesome, but not this kind. Her nervous system kicked into flight or fight mode as she desperately searched her mind for a getaway. A warm hand caressed her back. And she jerked into awareness as long black hair spilled over her shoulders. Pacer’s arms crossed the front of her causing Saara to drop Maxine’s hand. “Maybe some other time,” he directed to the elf.
Maxine held stark still as the elf’s lower lip jutted in a pout.
“It’s nice seeing you again,” Meyer said, his full attention on Saara as the elf led him away from Maxine and Pacer.
“You can breathe now,” Pacer whispered in Maxine’s ear, his arms still holding her tight.
“Nice seeing you,” she squeaked, before her knees buckled and she let go of the long-suffering breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding. “Thank you.” If Pacer hadn’t come along, no telling how badly she would have handled the situation.
His hands slipped upward, crossing her chest, fingertips grazing her nipples as he turned her in his arms. “My pleasure. Most assuredly.”
Maxine groaned deep in her throat as visions of the naked hume danced through her head. Her gaze traveled to his eyes. She ground her teeth and fought the urge to jump up and straddle his muscled thighs.
Pacer satisfied the urge for her when he lifted her off the ground, pulling her legs about his waist. Maxine felt wild with desire and fear as he captured her lips with his and pulled her against him, the bulge in his pants pressing against her wet panties. She resisted for a whole nanosecond before thrusting her tongue into his mouth, meeting his passion with her desire and fervent need.
A deep moan rumbled from Pacer’s chest as his whole body vibrated against hers. He broke from the kiss briefly to call out. “I’m taking my break!”
Maxine didn’t notice if another dealer had replaced him as Pacer began walking toward the back of the casino, his tongue firmly back inside her mouth. His hands squeezed and massaged her ass, pulling and pushing so her pussy rubbed up and down over his clothing bound cock.
Her skin flushed, and a warm tingling prickled over every inch. He wasn’t headed to the lobby, to her room, but she didn’t care. She wanted him in her -- riding her body until she quaked with pleasure. Maxine had never been so exposed, dry fucking the gorgeous man who carried her through the crowd of patrons who looked on as they disappeared behind a black velvet curtain.
The mood changed from gambling excitement to one of dark unbridled lust. Naked couples, threesomes, foursomes, and more filled the small room. Shock ripped down Maxine. Pacer had brought her to a regular orgy party. “Wait, wait,” she panted as his hand slipped under her dress and down into her panties.
“I want to fuck you so badly, Maxine Simms,” Pacer growled against her lips. “I can barely stand with the desire I feel for you.”
“I can’t… Not here…” She watched as naked bodies crawled over each other, thrusting, turning, licking and sucking. The sight gripped her stomach and her pussy spasmed with excitement and the thrill of the forbidden.
“You want to.” He slipped a finger over her clit, squeezing it with the crook, and it swelled against him. Her pussy grew more drenched with desire as he continued his assault on her senses. “I can feel it in you. Let me take you, Maxine. Here and now. Open yourself to the possibility. Free yourself. It will make you feel more alive than you have ever felt.”
She glanced around the room through heavily lidded eyes, drinking in the hedonistic scene. A human man leaned forward against the wall as a pale beautiful male creature kissed his back before sliding his long, hard shaft into the human’s ass. The human cried out his pleasure as he pushed backward to take the other man’s cock deep within himself. A small female with silvery skin and wings slipped between the human and wall, taking the tourist’s length into her mouth, sucking, licking and caressing his balls as he fucked her face with the same ferocity with which he was getting fucked.
“Oh, God,” Maxine mumbled as her hips bucked forward involuntarily. She wanted to be possessed by the dark-haired hume, entirely and completely. In front of all these people, she wanted him to claim her. “Yes.”
Pacer didn’t wait for more encouragement. He put Maxine down, her feet barely feeling the ground as he turned her back to him and pushed her forward. She reached out and found the edge of a divan. She clenched her fists on the soft plush fabric and threw her head back, groaning as he ripped her white cotton panties right off her. His hands splayed her buttocks, pulling her cheeks apart as the cool air-conditioned breeze played across her ass and pussy. So exposed, she’d never been so exposed.
She spread her legs apart at Pacer’s gentle nudge on her inner thigh. Her back bowed at the first touch of his tongue and warm breath against the swollen lips of her sex. He licked from her clit to her anus, then back to her clit. “You taste so fucking good. You taste…” he sighed against her skin, “exactly how I envisioned. Like innocence.”
Unsure of what innocence tasted like, she decided not to complain as she fought to keep her legs. She moaned, her eyes rolling backward as his tongue slipped inside her canal, filling her deeply as it widened inside like a cock. It felt utterly fantastic, but she wanted the real thing -- his cock thrusting inside her, his hips smashing against her ass as he claimed her.
In one quick motion, Pacer stood. His pants undone and around his thighs, he plunged his cock into her. She cried out his name as he took his pleasure without mercy, his shaft sliding in and out, nearly too big for her body to take. Big enough she felt a small pain with every forward thrust. Just the right amount of pain. She screamed as a hard orgasm quaked through her causing her entire body to drop forward in shuddering ecstasy.
Pacer held her firmly on his cock until her orgasm quieted then continued fucking her, slowly this time, the pain ebbing as his cock grew a little smaller, but still hard as steel. “I’m going to make you come and come. And come again.”
He slipped from her pussy, sliding down onto his knees, lapping and licking at the cream of her orgasm -- his tongue flickering over her slightly sore and sensitive clit. Heat blossomed again as the nub grew tight and firm against his lips. “Oh yes,” she sighed, moving her body backward, crushing his face against her pussy.
“You are insatiable, Maxine Simms.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “More so than I could have ever dreamed.”
He stood back up again, this time only the tip of his cock going inside her. She could feel his fist acting as a stopper. He rolled the length in and around the sensitive area only an inch or so inside her channel. A staggering breath escaped her mouth. “So good,” she managed to say as another orgasm took her. Maxine’s knees buckled and Pacer dropped to the floor beneath her, impaling her onto his cock as she rode the rapture to its completion.
When it subsided once again, she opened her eyes. The orgy continued around them. A woman walked toward them, the silver fairy, her wings fluttering with delight. Pacer held up his hand and stopped her, as if saying “this woman is mine.” The fairy turned away with only the mildest of disappointment and moved to another group of bodies.
Pacer on his knees, Maxine straddling his still rigid cock, whispered, “I think you have one more in you.”
“I don’t know,” she panted.
He kissed her neck, nibbling his way to her ear. “The best is yet to come, babe, and won’t it be fine.”
Now, how could she argue? Her body felt thick and heavy with sex. She clenched her pussy around his thick shaft and rolled forward, milking
his cock. This time Pacer moaned, his face held tight against her shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her waist, assisting her as she moved her pelvis forward and back. Because he was hume, she now knew he adjusted himself for her comfort. “Bigger,” she murmured. “I can take bigger.”
His forefingers and thumbs tugged against her nipples and she felt him widen and lengthen inside her. Through half-opened eyes she watched the pale creature across the room, still fucking his human. As the human cried out with his own pleasure, the pale man extended his fangs and sank them into the tourist’s neck bringing the pleasure they were both feeling to an all-new high. The beautiful creature, she realized, was a vampire.
“Bite me, Pacer.”
His body stilled beneath her. He seemed absolutely shocked. Until that very moment, he had anticipated every want and desire, but for some reason, her words seemed to leave him immobile. “I… I’m not like the vampire. I can’t make the bite feel like total bliss.”
Maxine could feel his anxiousness; he was eager to bite, yet afraid the pain would drive her away. “I know. But blood-play excites you. I can feel it.” And if the truth be told, the idea of it excited her as well. The anticipation of the small pain as his tiny fangs punctured through her tender skin made her quiver.
“By the land, Maxine. I can feel you squeezing my cock. Your pussy is begging of its own accord.” He licked the skin over her shoulder. “Are you certain?”
She rocked her hips forward, then slammed them back against him. “Oh, yes.”
He leaned her forward, down on her knees as he rose from behind. His thrusts were shallow, insistent, while his long black hair tickled her arms, the heat of his breath forming a warm spot on her shoulder where he had wetted it with saliva. On one hard thrust, he sank his slender fangs into the muscle and it contracted against the small pain. He left them in, applying gentle pressure as his lower body slammed against her pussy, his balls slapping against her aching clit.
She heard a mewling noise and realized the sound came from her own gaping mouth. Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain. They became the same thing. She closed her eyes and envisioned Nigel’s blue hair swaying across Pacer’s back, as he fucked Pacer with the same ferocity Pacer fucked her.
