Shades of Sexy: Six Uber Hot Stories

by Daniels, Wynter

  God, she felt so good, smelled like heaven. Even the cool water couldn’t douse his growing erection. She pressed against him. Her nipples, hard as little stones, poked his skin, rocketed his lust even higher.

  He rubbed his hands along her thighs, perfectly muscled and firm, then slid a thumb between, along the wet material of her swimsuit.

  She sucked on his tongue, let out small gasps letting him know she craved more. But did she want it here? Where anyone might see them?

  The answer came quicker than he’d expected.

  She broke away, met his stare with hungry eyes. “Let’s go back to the house.” Her voice was low and sultry, leaving no question as to her meaning.

  He held onto her ass, kissed her as he brought her toward shore. When the water was waist-high, she let go and walked the rest of the way in front of him, affording him the view of the century.

  They’d just gotten out of the ocean when Marin glanced at the house and saw Josh leaning over the railing on the second-floor deck. How long had he been there? He wore a shit-eating grin as if he knew exactly what they’d been up to, what they were heading inside to do.

  She flashed on a vision of him, nude in the shower, with water cascading over his big, muscled body and his hard cock. What would it be like to have both men touching her? Her ex-boyfriend had once suggested they make love with another woman, but Marin had backed out at the last minute. But having two men, all to herself, that would be a fantasy come true.

  As she stepped up to the deck, Josh disappeared from view, but the creak of the wooden boards overhead followed by the dull thud of a closing door gave her hope her fantasy might become reality.

  Tony took her hand and spun her around to face him. “Josh was supposed to be sleeping.”

  She studied his expression and was relieved to pick up no sign of jealousy or anger. Would he hate her if he knew what her fantasy involved? And what if it got out somehow? Her reputation would surely suffer. The roles she was offered could dwindle.

  But why should it even matter? This was her personal life and had no bearing on the job she did, the empire she ran. So many people counted on her for their living. If she made one wrong decision, took one misstep, they could all be out of a job. That sobering responsibility was the biggest reason she needed this respite every year. The last thing she ought to be thinking about now was protecting those around her. This was her me time. And she only had two weeks of it. If she didn’t go for this now, she might never work up the nerve again.

  She grabbed her towel from the chair and wiped off as much water as she could then handed it to Tony. “Josh slept on the flights. Maybe he’s not tired. Maybe he wants to get laid, too.”

  Tony raised an eyebrow as he dried his legs then dropped the towel back onto the chaise lounge. “I got here first.” He pulled her against his chest and moved her hand to his hard-on. “And I’m ready now.”

  Hopes of a threesome today dissipated like steam into the air. But there was always tomorrow. Through the soaked fabric of his shorts she traced the contours of his rigid cock. “Who put you in charge?”

  He shut his eyes and released a soft moan. “You have a problem with that?”

  “Not at all.” Hot need spiraled through her.

  “Inside,” he murmured. “Now.”

  Exhilarated by his commanding tone and his heady scent, she threaded her fingers through his and let him lead her into the house. “My room?” she asked.

  He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her head closer and kissed her like a pirate plundering a long sought treasure. Her chest heaved as his tongue sparred with hers. His grip on her hair tightened, then released. Heat surged between her legs.

  He cupped her breasts, tugged painfully on her sensitive nipples. A tidal wave of lust nearly knocked her over.

  “My room.” A wicked grin played on his lips as he dropped his hands to his side. “Now!”

  Did he sense her need to have someone else take the reins? She climbed the stairs, heart thumping like a bass drum. Glancing side to side at the landing, she felt quick sparks of regret shoot through her when she didn’t see Josh around. But she had a feeling Tony wouldn’t disappoint.

  He marched past her and led the way to the second door on the right, pushed it open. Desire heightened her awareness as she slid by him, closer than necessary, rubbing her ass along his crotch.

  “Take off your swimsuit.” He shut the door then shucked off his wet shorts. His erection sprang free. “And get on the bed.”

  Her breath caught in her throat as she peeled away her suit, slowly, savoring the way his chest rose and fell, how his eyes caressed her body. His mouth opened and his gaze narrowed as it followed her every move.

  A tiny drop of seed formed on the head of his cock and she wanted to lick it off, use her tongue to spread it around. She rolled her bathing suit down her legs, kicked it away, then backed onto the bed.

  Tony crouched beside his suitcase, dug inside and removed a foil packet. “On your knees.” He came closer, set the condom on the table by the bed then circled around her like a lion stalking its prey.

  She flinched at the first hard slap on her bare ass. By the tenth, she was smiling and her pussy was slick with moisture.

  “Turn around.” His voice was soft, but commanding, totally in control and she loved it.

  She did as he said and sat back on her thighs, facing him. He moved close, leading with his erection, and stopped inches from her mouth. His cock was perfect, gently curved with a head that looked almost heart shaped. She knew what he craved, she loved giving head nearly as much as guys seemed to enjoy receiving it, but he’d have to make her do it. The game was too enticing.

  “You want to touch it, don’t you?” He set his hands on his waist and stared down at her.

  She lifted an eyebrow and gave him a demure shrug.

  Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he jerked her head back. “Open your mouth.”

  Licking her lips, she cupped her hand over his balls, wrapped her other fist around the shaft and grinned when she felt him pulse with raw need. Another bead of semen oozed from the slit. She used her thumb to spread it around, then licked it off her finger as she stared up into his eyes.

  He took her wrists, pulled her hands off him. “I told you to open your mouth.” Grinning wickedly, he nudged his cock against her closed lips. He smelled like saltwater and pure man.

  Feigning innocence, she took in the head, lapped him like a lollipop as he groaned his appreciation. She flicked her tongue along his length, sucked him all the way inside and raked her teeth lightly over his taut skin. He hissed out a breath through clenched teeth as she slid him in and out. When he withdrew, she looked up at him, puzzled.

  “Lie on your back,” he instructed. Apparently she didn’t comply fast enough because he slapped her hard on her ass.

  The sting just made her wetter. Baiting him, she backed away. “No.” She chewed on her lower lip, anticipating another whack.

  Instead, he grabbed her arms and in a swift move, set her face-down over his lap. “Now you get a real spanking.”

  What if Josh heard? But as quickly as she’d thought about the question, she knew the answer. Deep down, she hoped he did hear.

  She’d never even dreamt she’d like this so much. The idea had always sounded so deviant, but here, with her reality all but a distant memory, it felt righter than right.

  Tony smoothed a hand over her back, slow and gentle, then he suddenly slapped her ass, good and hard. She felt her pussy grow even slicker with the thick cream of her arousal. She spread her legs a little, enough so he’d notice.

  His deep, throaty laugh resonated through the room. “You’re not in charge here, Miss Sarah.”

  She smiled against the bedclothes as a wave of anticipation gripped her.

  Light as a feather, his fingers grazed the back of her thighs, slid between them. A shudder rolled over her skin. His gentle strokes after the harsh spanking somehow heightened her arousal even mor
e.

  He spread her wider, glided a finger along her wet folds, teased her rigid nub with a whisper-light touch. Her pussy vibrated with pent-up need. She wanted his fingers inside her, or his tongue. Better still, his cock.

  “Tell me what you want, Sarah.” His voice was deep, commanding and it sent ribbons of pleasure spooling through her body, curling around her senses.

  A sudden hard slap resonated in the quiet room. She lifted her ass higher, begging for more.

  “Say it.” He eased a finger inside her, then another, like a delicious appetizer to whet her palette. Stroking and rubbing, he gradually increased his pace.

  She rocked, tormented by delight and so close to the edge she could taste the sensations. “I want you inside me.”

  When Tony stroked his thumb over her clit, every cell in her body hummed with electricity until her orgasm burst with the intensity of a tornado, shooting pleasure all through her. She writhed and quivered with carnal bliss. Like the aftershocks of an earthquake, it kept rolling. When her climax finally ebbed she sighed with satisfaction.

  Tony withdrew his fingers, turned her over and raked his heated gaze over her body. A shiver of awareness rolled over her skin. Her nipples puckered and hardened to painful points under his stare.

  A wicked grin lifted one corner of his mouth. Then he claimed one breast with his hand and strummed her nipple. He lowered his mouth to the other and stroked the areola with the tip of his tongue.

  She let out a desperate whimper, begging him to suckle her. Using his teeth, he tugged on her sensitive peak. She arched against the pleasure, but now she wanted him to move his attention lower. Lifting her hips, she writhed to dissipate the heat building at her entrance.

  Thankfully, he got the message. He spared her a devilish wink then slipped his hands between her thighs and spread her legs wide. He shifted lower then dragged his tongue along the outer edge of her lips, igniting new shockwaves of ecstasy. Nipping lightly at her skin, he growled like a predatory wolf about to devour her.

  She needed to feel him deep inside her. “Fuck me, Tony, now. Please.”

  Before she knew what was happening, he flipped her over again and spanked her ass, harder than before. “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready.”

  His breath heated her neck yet raised goose bumps all over her body. “Now get over here and suck my cock.”

  His expression was feral as she crawled toward him, eying his rigid erection. It was deep red and seemed to pulse and buck. She clamped her mouth tight, completely enthralled in the game.

  He pushed against her closed lips, forced it inside. She initially feigned resistance, but enjoyed every stroke as she lapped and licked, sucked and tasted.

  Tony sighed his approval, plunged his fingers through her hair and grasped her head, turning it just so, setting the pace and rhythm. She cupped his balls, gave them a gentle squeeze and was rewarded with a deep moan.

  Flicking her tongue along the shaft, she savored his salty taste. When he loosened his grasp on her hair, she moved her attention south and sucked his scrotum into her mouth as she closed her hand around his cock and stroked him up and down. He rewarded her with a low moan, music to her ears.

  Tony reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the condom packet. He wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. Marin apparently had way more skills than just acting and singing. And she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, particularly when he manhandled her.

  Watching her lick his balls was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen. When he tore open the foil packet she lifted her gaze to his.

  “Now I’m ready to fuck you.”

  She scooted to the far corner of the bed, covered her tits with her hands, playing her submissive game again. He was so far beyond turned-on, she could play it any way she wanted. Eying her, he slid the condom on, tossed away the wrapper.

  As he crawled toward her, she backed against the bedpost, clutched at it. “What are you going to do?” she asked in a small voice.

  “I’m going to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked.”

  Even though she cowered and shook her head, she couldn’t completely mask the smoldering fire in her eyes.

  “You want me to steal it, don’t you?” He captured her wrists with one hand, turned her toward the post with the other. “Don’t you?”

  “No!” But she lifted onto her knees, ready to for him to fill her up. He eased into her slick entrance from behind, then thrust deeper, tearing a gasp from her throat.

  She tightened around his cock, pushed against him. They found their rhythm and moved as one.

  Holy God, she’s so tight.

  As he rode her, he reached around, found her pussy and started rubbing.

  “Oh, my God.” She let out a whimper then convulsed as she came. Her intimate muscles contracted around his cock and he nearly lost control. His pleasure coiled tighter.

  He quickened his thrusts, harder, deeper, faster until he couldn’t hold back anymore and he exploded in a rhapsody of delight. Marin milked him dry, squeezing him with talented muscles.

  Finally he collapsed over her, spent and satisfied.

  Chapter Three

  Tony’s eyes fluttered, then opened. He must have dozed off. The room was bathed in velvet shadows. Rolling over, an emptiness settled in his gut when he found the bed empty.

  “You’re finally awake.”

  He followed the sound of Marin’s voice to the bathroom doorway. She leaned against the frame, a hand on her hip, completely nude and beautiful. Her hair was damp and she’d put those glasses back on. Somewhere deep inside he resented that she was hiding behind a disguise. The emotion made no sense since he also concealed his true identity. Pushing the thought from his mind, he patted the bed. “Come here. Why’d you get up?”

  “I needed a shower.” She started toward him, swinging her hips, moving with the grace of a dancer.

  “I need you—now.” He threw back the covers to show her how much. Sitting up, he swung his feet over the side of the bed.

  She stepped between his thighs, set her hands on his shoulders. “You’re a stern taskmaster. I like that.” Climbing onto his lap, she kissed him.

  “I noticed.” He inhaled her clean scent, glided his hands along the silky skin on her back and hips. They both froze when a knock at the door came. He felt her stiffen.

  “Yeah?” He settled a hand on her ass.

  “Everything okay in there?” Josh asked.

  Marin glanced toward the door, biting her bottom lip. He could practically see the wheels turning in her head. She wanted Josh to join them but was afraid to voice it.

  He smoothed her hair away from her face. “You want me to invite him in, don’t you?”

  Shock registered in her eyes a moment before giving way to excitement. She nodded slowly. “I think I do.”

  He thought about watching Josh touch her, watching her touch Josh and his hard-on grew more rigid. Yeah. Maybe he wanted it, too.

  He grinned at her, shook his head. “Come on in, Josh.”

  The expression on Josh’s face told her he wasn’t terribly surprised by the sight of her and Tony, buck-naked on the bed.

  Josh’s gaze slowly slid along her body, lifting her excitement another dozen notches. Then he fixed her with a sexy-as-sin stare. He pulled the toothpick out of his mouth and tossed it into the trashcan. “Are you inviting me to join you?”

  “Sarah and I were just getting started,” Tony said, trailing a finger along her hip. “There are some condoms in my bag. Front pocket.” He pointed to his open suitcase and Josh hurried to it, fished out several foil packets.

  The glint in Josh’s dark eyes heated Marin to the core. Her fantasy was actually going to come true. Anticipation hummed through her.

  Josh lifted his T-shirt over his head and she sucked in a breath at his amazing chest, even though she’d caught a glimpse of it earlier. A heavy pulse settled in her pussy.

  For some reason she didn’t find it odd whe
n he posed like a bodybuilder in a competition. That body probably took years and years at the gym to build it into the work of art it was now. He dropped his shorts and his huge cock was already springing to life. She studied its slight curve and rounded head, a little different from Tony’s but just as enticing.

  The fascination must have showed on her face because when he crossed the floor to the bed, he threaded his fingers through her hair and lowered his mouth to her ear. “You like what you see, princess?”

  His hot breath landed on her neck, sent a shiver of excitement rolling across her skin. “I do.” His scent was different from Tony’s, soapy and clean.

  She climbed off Tony’s lap and scooted onto the bed. Josh crawled toward her like a great hulking bear.

  Anticipation engulfed her as she shut her eyes and tried to calm her pounding heart. Tony moved behind her and guided her back so she lay flat. Josh swept a long, slow gaze along her body, ratcheting up her temperature. His caramel skin glistened, even in the fading light.

  He bent his head to her belly and kissed her skin. Delicious desire spread like wildfire. Taking one breast in a big hand, he suckled the other. Her pussy throbbed with renewed need.

  She rolled her head back, reminded herself this wasn’t a dream as Josh trailed his tongue between her breasts, down her belly then pushed her legs apart. She could hardly breathe as he spread her wide and licked her folds.

  Tony turned her face to his, kissed her mouth. Fiery bliss coursed through her veins as Josh sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, causing the most delicious sensations. He curled his fingers into her hips and held her still.

  Having them both pleasure her was like nothing she’d ever experienced. She wondered how much her body could handle without incinerating. Josh rubbed her cleft, moving flesh over bone as if he’d glimpsed her most private moments. She fisted her hands into the bedclothes as little shockwaves built to a fevered pitch. When Josh slid a finger deep inside her, her breath hitched and a powerful orgasm bloomed. She shook with ecstasy that went on and on.