Viva Los Regalos: Double Down

by Renee George

  The vision turned her on even more. Three bodies molded together in mutual ecstasy, each taking from the other as they shared every part of themselves. Nigel’s hands holding Pacer’s head as his lips played across the hume’s neck and jaw line, tiny fangs scraping and nibbling.

  Crying out, Maxine’s body jerked forward as the mother of all orgasms ripped through every fiber of her being.

  “Fuck!” she heard Pacer yell out, his fangs out of her muscle, his body shuddering forward against her. His hips jerking and twisting, he pumped his seed deep inside her. Only when his groans ceased did Maxine allow herself to droop.

  She slipped from his softening cock and sat with her back against the divan. He was damned gorgeous, even in the dim lighting. All dark, pale and beautiful, blood smeared across his pink lips, like the angel of death. Or in his case, the angel of pleasure. “Mother of God, you are incredible.”

  He rubbed his hands over his face, not bothering to pull up his pants. An aching sadness pulled his shoulders forward. “Why?”

  Oh, dear God. She’d done something wrong. Panic tugged at Maxine’s gut. “Why what?”

  “Why him?” She heard sadness in his voice edged with anger.

  “Oh, oh. Pacer. I’m sorry. I forgot.” She leaned forward to stroke his arm. He let her. “I forgot you could read my mind.”

  He shook his head. “I should have known. You seemed to know a lot about humes. Your mind was too aware of what I could do.” He pulled his pants up around his waist and turned to sit next to Maxine. His arms crossed across his stomach as if protecting himself.

  “I just got caught up in the moment. I’m really, really sorry.”

  He chuckled. “Of all the guys in Los Regalos, you had to go mix with him.” Pacer made the word him seem like something dirty. “I’ve got to get back to work.”

  “I understand,” she said, and gave a disappointed sigh.

  He frowned. “No, really. I have to go back to work. I’d like to see you again, Maxine.”

  She blinked. Several times. “You sure? I mean… I don’t know if I can keep those kinds of thoughts out of my head. It’s none of my business and I have no idea what happened to drive the knife between you and Nigel…”

  A vision of Nigel standing gloriously naked at the edge of the bed saying, “I love him and he hates me,” entered her mind. There had been so much pain and heartbreak in his beautiful rainbow-colored eyes. In the course of one day, she’d managed to make two uniquely gorgeous men, who’d only wanted to please her, miserable. “But I do know I don’t want to hurt you again.”

  She noticed the look on his face and realized he’d seen her vision of Nigel. “See what I mean? I don’t know if I can keep either of you out of my head at this point.” It seemed she would bring them both misery if she continued with either of them or both.

  Pacer hooked her chin with his fingers and tilted her face to his. “Just the fact you actually care about my feelings at all is wondrous. Most of the tourists who come here, all they want is their pound of flesh, so to speak.” He kissed her lips. “I’m willing to risk a little pain for you, Maxine. You are worth it.”

  She nodded, unsure if she was worth all the trouble. “I’ll see you again then. Tomorrow night?” She’d already made plans to see Nigel again this night, and butterflies danced in her stomach at how she would keep him from seeing Pacer in her head.

  “Let him see me. I don’t care.” He stood and helped Maxine to her feet. “As long as I don’t have to see him.” Pacer leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Tomorrow night then.”

  “Tomorrow,” she whispered as she watched his backside swaying away from her beyond the black velvet curtain.

  The vampire who had been satisfying the human man came up behind her so silently, she jumped when his fingertips stroked her arm. “Abandoned?” His voice was a deep, rich baritone, seeping into every crevice of her body.

  “No!” she said a little too quickly and stumbled forward toward the curtain, away from his low rumbling laugh. She nearly yanked it down trying to find her way out onto the casino floor.

  Chapter Four

  Nigel pushed the elevator button for the ninth floor.

  “So, you think she’ll like me?” his friend, Sam Shade, asked.

  Nigel gave the werewolf a once-over. He was tall, not as tall as Nigel, but twice as broad. His sandy blond hair swept just to his shoulders framing a distinctly masculine face, chiseled with just the hint of five o’clock shadow. His golden eyes shone brightly with eagerness.

  Sam would definitely do. Most women, and men, creamed at the sight of him. Definitely not Pacer, but he was a great lover all the same. Nigel could attest to the fact. They’d kept each other from being lonely on more than one occasion, even if they were rarely alone. “What’s not to like?”

  Sam grinned. “Okay. How do you want to play it?”

  “I don’t.” Nigel and Sam had tag teamed clients together before -- one always taking a more dominant role than the other -- putting on a show the customer expected to see. But he didn’t want something superficial and unreal for Maxine. He wanted things to happen naturally for the three of them. He really liked her. More than he’d liked any other human. “Let’s just take it as it comes.”

  “Cool.” Sam began to whistle as the elevator dinged and the doors opened to the ninth floor.

  A knock-knock sounded at the door. Maxine had showered and put on her nicest nightgown. Not super sexy, but it flowed prettily and hid her flaws well. Besides, it made her feel good. Both times he’d seen her before she had not been at her best. First in a rumpled pantsuit, then in her comfortable pajamas. This time she hoped to take his breath away. Her breath whooshed from her body, though, when she opened the door to find Nigel wasn’t alone.

  She slammed the door shut in his face, feeling stunned and slightly overwhelmed. The knock came again. She cracked the door open and peeked out. Nigel rubbed his nose. “Ow.”

  Opening the door wider, she held an arm across her breasts. “Sorry.” It seemed like she apologized an awful lot. “I just wasn’t expecting…” She glanced at the man behind him.

  He stepped forward, every bit of him oozing testosterone. “Sam Shade,” he offered, holding out his hand. Maxine didn’t take it.

  “Uh, Nigel. Can I speak to you alone for a moment?” She yanked the hume into the room. “Excuse us, Sam.” She closed the door again between them.

  “I just thought…” Nigel began, until Maxine grabbed his shirt and yanked him down into a deeply fierce kiss and silenced him.

  “I know what you thought. It’s okay. But I just can’t.” She released his shirt. “Now go tell your friend goodbye and get your cute ass back in here so I can do terrible wonderful things to your body. And vice versa.”

  Nigel grinned, large and happy. “Yes, ma’am.” He stuck his head out the door and Maxine heard him say, “Sorry, buddy. Maybe another time.” Shutting the door behind him, he stripped his clothes off as he stalked toward her.

  Maxine’s body, sore with more sex than she’d ever had, even when she had been having sex on a regular basis, wanted even more. Feeling brave and brazen, she held out her hand to stop his forward motion. She stared at his leanly muscled body, his erection pointing the way to paradise. Curiosity got the better of her. “Just how big can you make it?” Reaching forward, she gripped his shaft.

  It grew a couple of inches longer. “Just tell me when to stop.” The mirth had left his eyes, replaced by lust and desire.

  She stroked, more inches were added, she stroked again, even more. His cock grew until it reached the height of her brow. And incredibly, still hard as a rock. “Stop,” she gasped. Stepping back, she caressed and stroked the shaft standing nearly three feet tall before her, both hands needed to hold it straight.

  A pearl of pre-come formed in the opening of the thick and bulbous head. She pulled it to her mouth. Her tongue slipped across the top, tasting the salty and slick fluid. She wondered what it would be like to s
hare his wonderfully large cock with another mouth. After all, it was certainly big enough for two. On cue, Nigel dipped his head down, his tongue meeting hers across the red swollen head. He moaned as they both worked the slick substance around the blood-tightened skin, softer than any silk.

  She tried to take the entire fist-sized tip into her mouth, but found it nearly impossible as he nibbled on the sides of her lips. “I want to watch you suck yourself.” She nearly had a heart attack when she realized she’d spoken the words aloud.

  Nigel smiled. “Kinky.”

  “I don’t know where that came from.” She felt genuinely shocked at herself.

  “You’ve grown bold since this morning, Maxine Simms.” Nigel licked the tip once more. “I like it.” He obliged her request, taking his cock into his mouth, his jaw stretching around the shaft.

  Maxine gasped, her pussy going hot and slick as she watched him suck and lick his own cock without shame. She dropped to her knees, spreading her thighs enough to work her own fingers between the wet folds of her pussy. Her free hand went to his enormous balls.

  Without pubic hair to impede her, she sucked the loose skin, while keeping her head angled to watch him give himself the most miraculous blowjob. Just watching excited her more than she’d thought possible as her fingers tweaked her aching clit. She wanted him inside her, but also didn’t want him to stop. She wanted to watch him come in his mouth -- to share the experience with her.

  Nigel knelt on the floor in front of her, his cock never leaving his mouth. He reached around her and pulled her body close to his, pinning the turgid shaft between them. He put her hands on his cock and she stroked, quick and slow, sliding them along the length. His fingers dipped between her legs, working the hard nub of her clit, and she squeezed her thighs around his fist.

  His finger lengthened, slipping inside her moist heat, thickening as his tongue had on their first encounter, filling her completely as his mouth smoothed his cock between supple lips, up and down. She tongued the vein running the underside of his shaft, then bit down on the silky skin. He moaned and thrust his finger in and out faster, his thumb and forefinger working her clit.

  Backing his head away, he opened his mouth wide, tongue lying on the side of his increasingly stiff cock. She stroked, concentrating on his pleasure, her mind begging him to come as her own body tightened in response to his practiced fingerfucking of her pussy. “I’m gonna come, Nigel. I’m going to come so hard.” She wanted to see him orgasm first and she struggled to keep her body in check.

  “Maxine,” he growled, fighting to keep his head from snapping back.

  She could feel his seed pumping through his cock to the tip. White pearly come shot into his mouth, across his waiting tongue. She bucked forward, bearing down on the pressure of his finger while she lapped at the sticky semen spurting from his cock. So much more than she’d imagined.

  Her head snapped back, her shoulders quivering forward as she came hard around his hand and collapsed, sagging against his softening cock, which grew smaller with every second, back to its normal size. Her panting matched his as he withdrew his hand and licked her from his fingers. “By the land,” he said, holding her tightly against his chest. “I’ve never felt anything like that before. Incredible.”

  She looked up lazily. “You mean you’ve never…”

  “No.” He laughed. “But I’m sort of kicking myself for not thinking of it before.”

  “Nigel!” She smacked his arm, playing shocked. “If I’m not careful you’re going to give me up.”

  “Only when I have to.” He stroked her short blonde hair. “By the way, you look absolutely lovely tonight.”

  Maxine beamed. He’d noticed her efforts and it was really nice having a man who appreciated when a woman fussed a bit for him. Nigel was so easygoing, easy to be around, and so pleasant. She couldn’t understand what would have or could have driven him and Pacer apart. She felt uniquely attracted to the two men for very different reasons. Nigel made her feel safe and Pacer made her feel out of control. Opposites, while still having so much in common.

  “You saw Pacer tonight?”

  Her hand immediately went to the sore spot on her shoulder where he’d bitten into the flesh. She remembered the feel of every inch of his cock inside her as he fucked her in a room full of people.

  “I guess you did,” Nigel said. He seemed more curious than angry.

  “Yeah, sorry.” There she went apologizing again. “It just happened.”

  “It’s okay.” Nigel stroked the sides of her arms, still holding her tight. “He’s easy to fall for. I don’t blame you. If I could still have him, I would.”

  “It doesn’t mean I want him more than you. I hope you know that. I just wish…” She wished she could have them both at the same time. At least for the next two days while her vacation lasted. Maxine couldn’t understand why they no longer were together.

  “I blew it.” Kissing her cheek, Nigel stood and walked away, his back to Maxine. “I had everything I could have wanted with Pacer. And I blew it.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “And you couldn’t. In the hume world, there are two different class levels. The ricchi and the arrabi. I’m arrabi, from the ruling class of humes. Pacer is ricchi, the serving class. Our relationship was considered that of a prince, in your human terms, and a pauper. My family didn’t care if I dabbled, but they soon began to believe our relationship dangerous. And it was, but I was too immature, too stupid to stand up to them.”

  Nigel rubbed through his hair, his back still turned to Maxine. She could hear the shame in his voice. “I called him a plaything. Nothing special. I told my family they were fools if they thought he meant more to me than a pet. I just wanted them off my back. I wanted to be left alone to pursue Pacer without their interference. I didn’t mean it. Any of it. But he heard. I didn’t realize he was out in the hallway. My family had called him as well when they designed the confrontation.”

  “How awful.” Maxine’s heart broke as Nigel relived his pain.

  “You see, I didn’t want to give up being arrabi. If I’d confessed my love of Pacer, he would have become my equal. But instead of elevating his status, mine would be decreased to ricchi. I thought I could have it all. After he ran away, I felt so damned lonely. Desperately lonely. It took his leaving just to make me realize how much I loved him. Another year passed, much to my shame, before I came to terms with what I had to do. I gave up my position and followed Pacer to Los Regalos. He has never forgiven me.”

  Nigel turned his head, his eyes wet with moisture, the color turning a deep purple. “I would live through a thousand deaths if I could take that one moment back. To be brave and claim him as mine. And now, you see, I am ricchi. I live to serve, serve to live. It’s only as much as I deserve.”

  Maxine drew herself from the floor and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face to his back. “I wish I could take away some of your pain.”

  He patted her hands. “You do. I don’t know why, Maxine. But for the first time in eight years, I feel lighter inside. Thanks to you.”

  She wanted to tell him it would be all right, but she wasn’t cruel enough to hand him a lie. Instead, she hugged him tighter and willed the sad thoughts from her mind. He needed her strength, not pity.

  Chapter Five

  Saturday…

  Maxine woke up to find the right side of the bed empty. She rolled over and found a note from Nigel. Had to leave for work. Thank you for a wonderful night. I’ll see you soon. N.

  She sighed happily and hugged the note to her chest, the events of the prior day replayed in her head. Pacer. Nigel. Pacer. Nigel. The two men would be the absolute death of her, and in that moment, she welcomed it with arms wide open. She needed to get out of the Platinum Nugget for a while. Get her head clear, and think about the two humes without either of them within listening distance. Or whatever they did to see into her mind.

  After she’d called for a driver, Maxine showered,
shaved her legs, fussed with her hair a little and dressed in some shorts and a tank top. It was hot outside, really hot, and she’d dressed cool casual. She carefully checked the lobby before getting out of the elevator, not wanting to run into either of her paramours. Making sure it was free of them both, she bee-lined for the doors.

  Outside, the heat shimmered off the hot concrete and asphalt. The valet directed her to a limo waiting at the bottom of the stairs. The driver emerged, long legs, broad shoulders, long black hair under a black cap. Pacer!

  She tried to back-pedal, but he’d already seen her, waving her down to the car. Maxine kicked herself for not remembering Pacer drove for the Nugget during the day. But really, even so, there had to be dozens of drivers. What were the chances she’d get him twice in two days? Sucking it up, she took a deep breath and walked toward him.

  He opened the back door. “And where would the lady like to be driven today?”

  Well, if insane was a location, she was already there. “Uhm, I’m not sure. I… Well, I didn’t think it out too clearly. Maybe just around until something catches my eye.”

  The wicked glint of dark promise in Pacer’s gorgeous eyes. “I think I’m more than up to the task.” He tipped his hat as she slid into the backseat.

  So much for a free-thinking day. Although, now that she actually had him in her sight, she couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit excited.

  He closed the door and got into the driver seat. Smoked glass stood between them and she heard the buzz of the motor as it slid down. Her thighs ached with muscles that had been used more often in the last day than they had in many years, but her pussy throbbed with delight as he turned his darkly lashed blue eyes on her, raking a lustful gaze over her naked legs. “So, I should just drive?”