by Eileen Green
A warm moist tongue swept through her slit, an appreciative groan emanating from JC. It slid over her clit causing her hips to rise from the bed, while suction on her right nipple drew her attention there. There seemed to be an invisible thread that ran from her nipples to her pussy and the feeling was oh, so, nice!
Ripples of pleasure ran through her, lighting up all her nerves, her senses beginning to overload.
With his fingers, JC separated her labia and laid his mouth right over her clit, and began to suck. His tongue flicked quickly against the nub as the suction increased. It felt as if her insides were being twisted, like a coil as he manipulated her.
Brock moved his hand over to her other breast, pinching at the erect sensitive flesh of her nipple as he continued to draw on the one in his mouth. Sensations ran rampant throughout her body, all culminating in one place.
As he made love to her clit, JC thrust two fingers into her. If it hadn’t been for his mouth on her, she would have come off the bed, but between him and Brock, they kept her grounded.
Inside her pussy, fingers slid in and out, striking against a spot within her that had her body burning. A fuse had been lit and it now raced towards the detonator. Higher and higher Skye’s body climbed until she felt herself explode.
A cry escaped her, quickly silenced by a hand, Brock’s, covering her mouth. Inside her, the coil had snapped and waves crashed within her, sending her pussy throbbing. Stars seemed to burst behind her eyelids as if fireworks exploded, celebrating her climax.
When the waves of orgasm ceased, slowly flowing away from her, she became aware that she had zoned out for a bit. Both men looked at her, satisfied grins on their faces. Brock removed his hand from her mouth, letting her take in large gulps of air, for it felt as if her lungs were on fire.
“Are you ready for John to take you now?” Brock asked, his voice low and tight as if he was holding onto his control.
Skye’s left hand moved and found JC’s head as he laid gentle kisses on her inner thighs. Such a loving gesture, one that made her feel cherished.
His hair was silky and fine as her fingers combed through the tresses. She could get lost in his hair alone, but right now, she wanted what they offered.
“Yes!” she said, her voice hoarse. “Please make love to me.”
JC pulled himself up over her, keeping his weight off her with his arms, but she felt his cock brush along her slit, igniting that fire in her again.
“Are you on the pill?” Brock seemed to be in control as he was the one to ask the question. “We’re both clean. We get tested each month, but it has been over six months since either of us have had sex. Will you let us take you as nature intended?”
Why her head nodded and the word, “Yes,” came from her lips, she would never know, but she was desperate to feel them spurt their seed within her. She didn’t know why that sent ripples of excitement through her, but it did.
Running the head of his dick through her lower lips several times, JC finally set himself against her entrance and pushed in. Her mind ran through synonyms of the word large as he filled her and she slid her arms around his waist. Nothing that big had ever been inserted there, although the speculum used by her gynecologist was probably the closest, and of course, that was enlarged and then made small while it was already in her.
Hard, thick, and long was his cock. As he hit her cervix, she felt the place where he connected to his groin, and that pressed against her clit. Her cunt tightened around him and she felt him throb within her. A moan escaped him as he leaned down and captured her lips with his, thrusting his tongue between her teeth.
He drank of her, their tongues dueling as he languidly thrust in and out of her. Beside her, Brock leaned on his elbow. Skye didn’t have to open her eyes to know that he was watching her. She could feel his gaze upon her.
Heat fanned out from her core as JC moved faster. His hips pistoned as his thrusts became harder and quicker. When he pressed in, he twisted his hips, grinding his pubic bone against her clit.
Her body waited for that one strike of the match after many attempts before she felt her pussy walls flutter and tighten around his glorious cock. Her upper body bowed off the bed as she let her orgasm crash over her.
JC’s mouth continued to cover her mouth as she cried out. The flashes of light appeared again behind her eyes. She swore her pussy shot bolts of fire out from it as she rode the climax, it continued seemingly for hours, even though she knew it was probably only seconds.
Jets of liquid heat washed her uterus as she felt JC shoot his load deep within her, his dick throbbing with each spurt. Joy filled her that she could feel him, that he had shared a sacred part of him with her.
Now, as she floated back to the bed in the Roosevelt Hotel, she wanted more.
Pulling her mouth from JC’s, Skye looked over to Brock whose eyes were ablaze with lust. His breathing was shallow as he watched her, waiting his turn to make love to her.
Sweat dripped from JC as he hovered above her, his cock beginning to soften within her. The mixture of her cum and his oozed out of her, slowly sliding down her perineum. Glancing back up at JC, she found he was staring down at her, a tired, but satisfied smile on his lips. His lips moved down to hers and took in a slow sensual kiss.
When he pulled back, he smiled. “Thank you for letting me make love to you, Skye. I promise, we won’t hurt you, and there will be even more sweeter moments like this.”
Tears smarted in the back of her eyes at his tenderness. From what they had said, there would be times like this, and then other times, it would be rougher. She found she liked the thought. It sent a thrill through her.
After pulling from her body, JC climbed off Skye and laid down next to her. It didn’t take but a few seconds for Brock to place himself between her legs. He thrust in without hesitation, filling her up. In fact, from what she felt, she didn’t think she took all of him.
Wrapping her arms around him, she rested her hands on the delectable slope of his ass. Both men had a bitable derriere, which was something Skye appreciated. She hated to see a man that didn’t have anything there and their pants sagged.
Brock leaned on his forearms, which brought his body flush with hers. The hair on his chest tickled her breasts with each movement he made, but she liked the sensation. Her nipples were so hard, she felt as if she would cut Brock open.
The man apparently didn’t believe in waiting for what was his. Deep thrusts with his hips drove his cock deep into her, striking that sweet spot within her. As his mouth claimed hers harshly, Skye knew this was the one to watch out for.
He didn’t just make love to her. He fucked her, and it felt heavenly. The roughness that he showered her with caressed a part of her she didn’t know existed. She felt alive for the first time in her life. She wanted that rough edge from both men, and she wanted this to work out.
Digging her nails into the fine hard ass that was beneath her fingers, she felt the muscles flex with each movement he made. His thighs spread her legs even more, positioning her so that she felt every movement his cock made.
His mouth sucked on her lips, drawing moans of delight from her as she pumped her own hips in rhythm to his. That spark was rekindled deep within her and her body lit up.
A sheen of perspiration coated her skin, as it did Brock’s. Their bodies slid against each other’s as they moved quickly towards the inevitable.
Skye’s muscles began to contract around the hard length within her as it moved in and out. With each thrust, he sparked her clit with his dick, the thrill mixing with the spasms of the spot on the top of her vaginal wall.
The coil of sensation built within her as Brock’s body lit up every nerve in her body. His breathing became labored while the muscles in his body became tense. His cock seemed to grow within her as it throbbed and his balls tightened up against her anus.
Her orgasm overtook her as Brock exploded within her. Her cunt had tightened as if grasping his cock in an attempt to keep him i
nside. Flames licked her body from within while waves of ecstasy shot through her.
She caught the shout from Brock in her mouth as he captured her own, both riding the tsunami that was their climaxes. Sparkles lit up her closed eyes as she felt herself float away. Darkness overtook her as Brock spewed his jism within her.
Holding him close to her as he finished off, thoughts of ecstasy raged through her. She was content, and no man had ever made her so happy before. These two could be the end of her, but, oh, what a way to go.
Chapter Nine
The aroma of bacon beckoned Skye as if invisible fingers gave her the “come here” sign. Before opening her eyes, she thought of the dream she had last night, and how real it seemed. Moving the covers aside, she felt aches in her body she didn’t have the night before.
Slowly cracking her eyelids open, she noticed the room was not hers. Sitting up quickly, she recognized it as the room Brock and JC had made love to her in.
It wasn’t a dream!
“Ahh!” she cried out as she let her naked body fall back onto the mattress. Putting one hand over her eyes, she tried to shield herself from reality even though she was in it.
“Baby girl, are you, all right?” JC’s voice sounded from the door.
Worry was in his voice, which caused her to move her hand. Looking up at him, she found his brow creased as he moved towards her. Brock, the same worried look on his face, was right behind him.
Heat shot through her body at the embarrassment that engulfed her at being found nude in bed, in a hotel room, with two men. Her hand reached for the sheets and pulled them over her body, not wanting them to see her in the light of day.
“Answer him, Skye,” Brock coaxed with a slight edge. “And, don’t hide from us.”
“I’m just…um…” She didn’t know what to say. An agreement had been reached that she wasn’t going to bad-mouth herself anymore, and it really wasn’t about that. An exasperated sigh emanated from her. “I usually don’t wake up to the man still being there when I wake up. They usually leave right after we finish.”
“Oh, sweetheart, that’s just not right,” Brock said as he came to sit on the bed next to her. In a loving gesture, he pushed the strands of hair aside that had fallen across her brow. “We will never do that. Unless we have somewhere to go, we will be with you when you wake up.”
“And if we do have to leave, we will definitely let you know why. And, most likely one of us will take you with us.” JC sat on the other side of her.
She hoped they remembered that in the future.
Something had been bothering her since the night before. Drawing as much brevity as she could, she quickly asked, “Is this going to be just a sex thing, or are you willing to be seen in public with me?”
A shocked gasp came from both men causing her to look from one to the other. Sincerity shown on both men, the gentleness from them touching her.
“Skye, we would never put you away and only pull you out when we want to please you. You please us, always. We want to show you off to our friends. We want you to meet our families. You are part of us now.” Brock was definitely the spokesperson for the duo.
What he said touched her, but the proof would be in the pudding, as her grandmother would say. They would have to show her that they meant for her to be a part of their lives.
“Now, breakfast is here and it’s going to get cold. You need to eat. Afterwards, you can have the shower first. If we join you, none of us will get anything done this morning.” A smirk was plastered on JC’s lips with his comment. He looked like he wanted to devour her.
She let them help her up from the bed, although they each gave her a toe-curling kiss. JC went into the bathroom and returned with the white robe the hotel let the guests use. Helping her into it, he then led her out to the sitting area where the table was set up again as it had been the night before.
Both men helped her into her seat before they took their own. Brock to her right, and JC to her left. Brock removed the cover to the plate sitting in front of her, revealing bacon, eggs, hash browns, and toast.
Her stomach grumbled announcing her hunger, so there was no way for her to politely say she wasn’t hungry and leave in a hurry. All this was foreign to her for the morning after never happened. She wanted to go home, call in sick, close all the shades, turn off her cell phone, and think about what was happening.
Work was not at the top of her list of things to do today even though she still needed to complete the interview with JC. Was it possible to feign sickness enough to where Dwayne would have someone else take over the job? No. He was insistent on her completing this job herself.
Her men began to eat, revealing their hunger. An extra plate had been ordered, probably for them to split if they needed more.
“Eat,” ordered Brock. “You’re not playing the, ‘I’m not hungry card’ with us. We wore you out last night and you need nourishment to keep up with us.”
“After you shower, we can finish up the interview. Brock has some interviews of his own and will be back later. We can continue where we left off.” JC set up the day for Skye in between bites. “Do you need to go home for anything?”
“Clothes. Resume my life.” She hadn’t meant to be sarcastic. Sometimes when she was nervous, things came out of her mouth that way. Lowering her head, she mumbled, “Sorry.”
“Little one,” Brock began, setting his fork on his plate with such patience; it spoke volumes of how he tried to keep himself in check. “Your life never stopped, and it won’t. It has been enhanced. I don’t know what we need to do to convince you of that. We can take you back to your place to grab some clothes, and whatever else you need.”
“I can’t stay here all the time,” she quipped, trying to push her plate away. “I have a life to lead.”
JC’s hand prevented her plate from going too far, and then he pushed it back in front of her. “Eat.”
Looking up, Skye noticed both men looked perturbed. She hadn’t meant for them to get upset, but suddenly they were acting as if she belonged to them. Anger burned within her.
Standing, she took several steps away from the table. Both men remained seated but curiosity was evident on their faces.
“What has you so upset, Skye?” There was an edge in Brock’s voice, but he didn’t look upset.
“You.” Somehow, she drew on an inner strength she didn’t know she possessed.
Brows rose on both but they remained silent.
Leaning her butt against the arm of the sofa, she tried to relax a bit. “You keep telling me that you want me. You told me you are dominants. Are you trying to take over my life?”
Both men looked aghast at her words as they glanced at each other before turning back to her. “What gives you that idea?” Brock asked, shock lacing his words.
Skye shrugged. “You want to control me. You’re already doing it.” Words poured out and she became flippant. “Oh, we’ll take you to your place, get some clothes. You’re going to come back here with us. Eat all your food. You belong to us. Why don’t I just take a taxi home, I’ll messenger the questions over to you for the rest of the interview, and then we won’t have to see each other again.”
Not giving them time to respond, she pushed herself off the sofa arm, made her way into the bedroom, closed and locked the door behind her. After removing the robe, she dressed in her clothes from the previous evening. Running her fingers through her hair, she tried to make herself presentable enough to appear in public.
When she opened the door, she found both men standing there, disappointment on their faces. Guilt washed over her and her stomach performed a somersault, but she had to be strong. Stepping past them, she retrieved her bag from the sitting area where JC had left it the night before and headed for the door.
“You can’t just walk away,” JC said quietly, a sob escaping afterwards.
“Why not?” Skye’s hand was on the door handle as she paused. What came out of her mouth next shamed her, but it wasn’t
something she could take back once the words had escaped. “I’m sure you walked out the next morning without a second thought after bedding your groupies!”
A cry escaped her as she threw open the door and ran to the elevator. Thankfully, someone had just stepped out of one of the cars and she slipped through as the doors slid shut. Her hand shook as she pressed the button for the basement. She knew the Roosevelt had a lower level where shops were housed. If the men followed her, they would be looking around the lobby and this would give her a few extra minutes to grab a cab.
Tears filled her eyes, as she knew she was walking away from the best thing that had happened to her in ages. This ranked up there with landing her job, and now that was going to be on the line because of her stupidity.
She had let them sweet-talk her all the way into bed. Both men had made love to her. No! It wasn’t love. It was sex. That’s all it could be with a rock and a porn star. They probably didn’t even know the meaning of the word love.
Tears streamed down her face causing her to swipe at them with the back of her hand. How could she have gotten herself into this situation?
Apparently, she had zoned out a bit, for she heard a woman asking, “Ma’am, are you, all right? Ma’am?”
Shaking the thoughts from her head, she focused on the woman standing in the doorway of the elevator, keeping the doors from closing. Looking beyond the woman, Skye saw that she was at the lower level.
“Yes. I’m fine. Thank you.” She spoke quickly as she barreled towards the woman who stepped out of her way.
The street was her goal as she walked through the hall with brightly lit shops on one side calling out for patrons, although she really didn’t pay attention to them. Ignoring the people who looked at her with curiosity, she flew through the hall, up the steps that led to the street, and then through the doors.
The bellman remained quiet as he stood looking at her with concern. “Taxi!” Skye threw out, not meaning to sound so harsh.
Stepping to the curb, the man hailed a yellow cab and within seconds, the vehicle pulled up. The man opened the door for her and helped her inside as if she hadn’t been rude. Once the door was closed, she provided her home address and they were on their way.
