The Mammoth Book of Hot Romance

by Sonia Florens

  “What should we do with you? Do you think we should ignore it? Award your transgression by giving you pleasure?”

  I sure hoped so, but the sharp edge of his quiet whisper excited me. I wanted more of that rasping disdain. “I should be punished,” I said softly, wondering where that came from.

  Robert’s glance sliced to Jason, whose lips thinned.

  Was he hiding a smile, or was he really disapproving? Jason swung his legs over the side of the lounger and stood.

  With both men flanking each other, standing so close I could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, I began to quiver. Excitement shivered through me, plucking at my nipples, releasing a gush of arousal that soaked the crotch of the panties Jason had abandoned.

  “Maybe she needs a spanking?” Jason said, crossing his arms over his chest.

  My downcast gaze clung to the cock that remained rigid, thrusting upwards from a nest of wiry, black hair at his groin.

  “Maybe she should service us,” Robert said softly.

  I swallowed, liking that suggestion even more, but unwilling to let them see how much.

  “I’d like to warm her bottom a bit, first,” Jason said, grit in his tone.

  Oh. My. God. Both suggestions appealed. I shifted my feet, fighting the tension curling in my womb. I fisted my hands at my sides to keep from reaching out.

  “We’ve been exposed, ogled, our privacy invaded to serve her perversion.”

  “Uh-huh,” Jason murmured, his hand petting his long, ridged shaft.

  He knew I stared at him still. I darted him a glance and found his narrowed gaze fixed on my face. “First, I think she needs to be as exposed as I am.” He lifted his chin. “Strip,” he ordered.

  I didn’t hetate. I reached behind me and struggled with the hooks of my bra until it sagged in front and I let it drop. Then I slid my panties down my legs and stepped out of them.

  When I straightened, both male chests in front of me rose as they pulled in deep breaths. My confidence reinforced, I squared my shoulders and faced them with my chin raised.

  “Turn around,” Jason rasped.

  I turned slowly, glancing over my shoulder.

  “Don’t watch us,” he reprimanded. “Haven’t you done enough of that already?”

  “Bend over and clasp your ankles,” Robert murmured.

  I balked, lowering my brows. “Is that really necessary?”

  “Bend over,” Jason repeated. “Or we send you home.”

  His implacable stare ate away at my resistance. I didn’t want to leave. I turned away and widened my stance, then bent at the waist, curving downwards, as the muscles in the backs of my thighs stretched.

  Air whistled between teeth behind me.

  Blood rushed towards my head, and I found it hard to breathe. “Has this been long enough?”

  “I’m really liking the idea of that spanking,” Jason said, his voice more hard-edged than before.

  “Widen your stance,” Robert said quickly.

  “Lord protect me from sadists,” I muttered. I heard the rasp of a zipper and watched between my legs as Robert’s jeans sagged around his ankles. He pushed them off and kicked them to the side.

  “I’m getting dizzy with all the blood rushing to my head.” What really made my head swim was the thought of looking at Robert’s cock, but I couldn’t see high enough up his legs from this angle.

  “Then go to the chair and bend over it.”

  “Good idea,” Jason said.

  Laughter caught me by surprise. They sounded like two boys arranging their soldiers for battle. Only I was a life-sized toy made especially for their pleasure.

  The thought didn’t dampen my arousal one bit. I straightened, shaking my head as blood drained south, gave them a sullen pout and stomped towards the chair. Keeping my back to them, I made quite a display of myself as I knelt in the grass and bent slowly over the chair, widening my knees to give them another glimpse of moist pussy. Maybe they’d get the hint and get down to business.

  “A spanking would be awfully loud, don’t you think?” Robert said. “Neighbours might hear.”

  “But they won’t see. She’s the only one whose upstairs windows look into our yard.”

  “True. She’d have to keep her howls quiet.”

  “I don’t howl.” But I did growl.

  “Not yet you don’t.”

  I snuggled my breasts against the seat cushions and rubbed. If they weren’t going to do more than talk I might have to take matters into my own hands.

  “Better get on with it. Suspense is always the worst part of punishment.” Robert sounded so cheerful, I gritted my teeth. Their soft footfalls brought them closer to me.

  Jason sighed loudly as he knelt. Fingers slid into my folds, then withdrew. “Just a taste to tide me over.”

  A slap landed on one fleshy globe, and I gasped. “That was a little hard.”

  A soft masculine grunt gusted. “Supposed to sting,” Robert said. “It’s punishment.”

  Another harder slap landed, this one muffled by the weight of the hand. “See? That’s how it’s done,” Jason said, satisfaction lacing his words. “Firm, but not harsh.”

  “Don’t spare the goddamn rod,” I muttered.

  “Exactly.”

  Slaps landed, one after the other, on my upturned buttocks, so fast my breaths came in shattered little gulps. As the flesh of my ass warmed beneath their strokes I wriggled, trying to avoid them, really trying to invite a sharp slap against the hot flesh between my legs.

  One of them finally got the hint and rapid slaps landed directly on my pussy – taps that jolted me forwards until I lay over the chair, groaning.

  Something hard and cold rolled over my bottom. A beer bottle. When it rolled between my legs, air hissed between my clenched teeth.

  “She liked that, Robert.”

  “Get the ice chest.”

  I buried my head against my folded arms and waited while the rustling movements drew further away, and then returned.

  Something small and stingingly cold was slipped inside me. An ice cube!

  “Sweet Jesus,” I groaned as it slid deeper and began to melt. Another cube rubbed lower, over my distended clit, cupped against me by a broad hot palm.

  Hot and cold stroked over me, leaving a wet trail over my slit then my ass.

  “Feel better, now?” Robert asked. A soothing hand continued to stroke over my sensitized skin.

  I jerked a nod, afraid to say anything that sounded like a complaint.

  “Do you think you’ve been punished enough?” Robert’s long fingers slid between my buttocks, glancing over my back entrance.

  Although fleeting, the painful intimacy of it left me breathless. “I don’t know,” I replied, wanting to be fucked, but also deeply curious about what the two men might come up with next. “What do you think?”

  “I think she hasn’t learned her lesson at all,” Jason bit out, his fingers sinking deep into my pussy. “She’s drenched. I think she liked our punishment a bit too much.”

  “Emily, Emily,” Robert said, pretending disappointment.

  I aimed a hot glare over my shoulder and caught Jason’s widening grin. Damn!

  “See what I mean? She hasn’t learned a damn thing,” he said, looking smug.

  “Perhaps we should make her ache a bit.”

  “Sore throat?”

  “And jaws.”

  “A little tennis elbow?” Jason’s eyebrows lifted in a wicked arch. Then his gaze dropped to his cock. “You know what I want.”

  I growled deep in my throat, but secretly I was more than willing. I’d envisioned sucking his cock until he quivered a thousand times. My gaze landed on Robert’s cock for the first time, and my breath left in a rush. “Holy fu—!”

  “We’ll get there,” Robert purred. “Promise, sweetheart.”

  With a deep, resentful sigh, I faced them on my knees, my head down, hands clasped together.

  “I’m not buying her show of obed
ience.”

  Jason’s gravelled tone, and the way his fingers tapped his cock, caused my supplicant’s mask to slip a notch. Irritation drew my brows together.

  “Maybe she thinks we’ll go easy on her if she plays it up a bit,” Robert said in an exaggerated aside.

  “I’m way past easy. That mouth of hers has been driving me crazy for months.”

  Suddenly, I didn’t mind that they teased me, drawing out my patience. Jason loved my big mouth.

  “Since the very first day she showed up with a casserole dish in her arms.” Robert earned brownie points for his quiet agreement.

  “Didn’t buy the Suzy Homemaker act, either,” Jason rumbled.

  “Too much passion in those lips.”

  “Can’t cook worth a damn.”

  My gaze shot up to find them both pressing their lips together to fight smiles. A challenge was tossed as I flipped my red hair behind my shoulders.

  I reached out my hands to encircle both of their impressive cocks and tugged them closer. The men flanked me, standing slightly to my side. Beneath my lashes I appraised their excitement. Jason’s cheeks and square jaw sharpened. Robert’s eyes glinted in the darkness.

  I brought them closer and rubbed the tips of their cocks over my pursed lips, gratified when moisture painted them in salty streaks. Drawing back, I licked my lips, closing my eyes as a genuine groan crept from my throat.

  All humour bled away from their expressions. Sharply honed tension gripped their faces and bodies as I stuck out my tongue and swabbed first one soft crown then the other, taking care to poke the tip into their tiny slotted openings before sitting back again and gauging my next actions by how rapidly they breathed.

  Jason’s nostrils flared and his hands fisted on his hips.

  Robert’s arms lifted away from his sides, as though he meant to fly or perhaps just because he didn’t know what to do with his hands.

  I rubbed my cheeks along their shafts, purring like a kitten, then pointed their cocks upwards and dived first towards Robert’s balls, opening wide to gobble them with my lips while my tongue painted them with moisture.

  “Goddamn,” he breathed.

  I turned quickly to Jason and suckled him hard, surrounding him in heat, tugging his hard stones with my lips until he lifted on the balls of his feet and began to rock.

  When I released him, I stroked my tongue up his length, holding his hot gaze with mine, until I reached the head atop his thick shaft. I opened wide … but backed away.

  Again, I switched, ignoring Jason’s deep growl and swallowed Robert’s round, blunt head, my lips stretching around him and sinking lower as I swirled my tongue up and down the steamy sides of his cock.

  At last, he figured out what to grasp and sank his fingers in my hair, guiding me slowly forwards and back until I began to suction hard on each upstroke and his hips flexed forwards, stroking deep into my mouth, faster and faster.

  I squeezed my fingers around him and pumped up when he pulled away, stroked away when he sank into my mouth. Over and over, faster and faster, while the wet, juicy strokes grew louder.

  “Fucking hell, Rob,” Jason rumbled.

  I gave Jason’s cock a rough tug. His hand closed around mine. He guided it up and down once, and then he stepped back.

  Robert’s mouth opened around a deep, agonized groan. He tugged my hair hard until I came off his cock, gasping for breath. He too stepped back and then Jason moved in, placed his hands beneath my arms and lifted me off my feet.

  He walked me backwards, my legs dangling until he reached the chair, sat me on the end then shoved me down until I lay with legs hanging over the edge. When he dropped to his knees and buried his face between my thighs, I laughed, low and throaty, enjoying the fact I’d turned his “punishment” against him. But my victory was short-lived.

  His mouth closed around my clit, his fingers slid between my damp folds, and suddenly, my back arched as he drew hard, suckling until pinpricks of pleasure crackled all over my damp, sweaty skin. Rough hands lifted my thighs over his shoulders; he cupped my ass, controlling my movements, impeding me from rocking against his mouth.

  He tugged, licked and sucked me until I squirmed. When Robert came at me, lowering himself over my head to latch his lips around one nipple, I knew they’d taken back control.

  I trembled beneath their joint assault, quivering uncontrollably. Completely overwhelmed.

  With Jason’s face swirling, his whiskers scraping my inner thighs, his tongue fluttering against my clit, his fingers plunging deep, I couldn’t concentrate on just one sensation – so many bombarded me, ratcheting up my asure to a painful peak.

  When my arousal curled tight, I dug my heels into Jason’s back and bucked.

  Robert pulled away.

  Then Jason. Licking his lips and smiling, as I came back down, disgruntled because I’d almost climaxed, and the delicious tension was quickly ebbing away.

  “Think you’ve learned your lesson, now?” Jason whispered.

  I hiccoughed, which surprised me because it sounded like a sob. I couldn’t muster a scowl, could only stare as he rose in front of me.

  His gaze tore away from me, landing on Robert who sidled up beside him. “Let’s cool her down. I don’t want this over too quick.”

  I jackknifed upwards, ready to leave. Suddenly, I felt weepy, knowing I couldn’t take much more before I flew at them. My emotions were raw, my pussy throbbing. I’d rather take a cold shower than let either of them tease me to the edge of the precipice again, because I’d scream. To hell with the neighbours.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Robert said, his voice dead even.

  The corners of Jason’s lips quirked upwards.

  I could barely stand to look at either of them, their cocks engorged, rising thick and straight from their groins. “I’m through playing. I’d like to go home.”

  Robert’s gaze lifted to Jason, and then he leaned towards me and wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, forcing me forwards. Our lips met. A soft melding. It struck me that they’d touched my entire body, but never kissed me. I mewled against Robert’s lips and wrapped my arms around his neck.

  He drew back and kissed my forehead, then turned me in a circle with his hands on my shoulders until I faced Jason.

  My gaze lowered to the broad, furred chest and a deep moan slipped between my lips.

  Jason closed the space between us and his hand lifted my chin. Our mouths mated.

  At the first stab of his tongue I melted against him, sighing when his arms wrapped around me. This was what I’d craved. A hint of tenderness. Something to reassure me I was more than just a convenient fuck.

  His fingers combed through my hair, cupping my head. My hands lifted to glide up his hard, muscled chest until I clung to his shoulders, while our mouths and tongues moved in endless circles.

  When he broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against mine. “Still want to leave?”

  I shook my head.

  “Let us finish this my way?”

  Without hesitating, I nodded.

  His smile was slow, warm – and approving.

  An inner glow suffused my body, warming me again.

  “Bend over the lounge chair, sweetheart.”

  He stepped back, and I closed my eyes for just a brief moment, hating the loss of his caresses. I walked directly to the chair and knelt, bending once again until my torso lay on the chair and my ass rose in the air.

  The rattle of ice in the chest told me the boys weren’t done playing. Fingers stroked my pussy and another cube was inserted.

  A sharp hiss sounded behind me. “Seemed like a good idea,” Jason said, his voice tight, “but goddamn that’s cold!”

  “Warm it up,” Robert said with snicker.

  A broad, blunt tip prodded my opening and a thick column of cock slid into me, strangely chilled. “What did you do?” I asked, as my cunt clasped it, contracting tightly around him as he drove deeper.

  “Thought I
’d cool down my dick with ice. Not a good feeling. But this is better, don’t you think?”

  It was. The ice cube melting inside me was shoved deeper with each firm stroke. Friction built between the walls of my channel and his thick cock heated me up from the inside. I snuggled closer to the chair, raising my ass for him to tunnel deeper.

  Liquid from the melted ice churned with my own cream and his thrusts, resulting in juicy-wet laps of molten honey that dripped down my inner thighs as he continued to pump.

  “Watching’s fine, but I’m wondering when you’re going to remember I’m here,” Robert said, irony flavouring his words.

  “Emily,” Jason said, gritted out, “time to perform more community service. Lean up and let’s get rid of this chair.”

  Jason’s arms enfolded my waist, and he leaned back, taking me up with him. Staked on his cock, I bounced against his lap, unwilling to lose the escalating tension winding at my core, while Robert pulled away the chair and knelt in front of me.

  His lopsided smile invited as he threaded his fingers through my hair and brought my face towards his lap.

  My lips opened to accept his thrust while Jason lifted me to my knees, never breaking our connection.

  With Jason pumping into my pussy and Robert driving towards my throat, I began to moan loudly as the tension curled tighter inside me.

  “Shhh, Emily,” Jason whispered.

  Robert shoved deeper into my throat, effectively cutting off my voice, as I opened my jaws wider to accept him and swallowed around his head to give him a wet, sexy caress.

  Jason’s hands smoothed over my back then around my sides to clutch my shivering breasts. “Not gonna last,” he ground out.

  I gave a garbled shout which vibrated all along Robert’s cock, then began to suction hard.

  Robert’s thighs tensed beneath my hands then his hips lifted, and he stroked into my mouth. “Damn, damn, damn,” he chanted.

  Jason hammered hard, slapping the cradle of my sex, the sound moist and unmistakable in the heavy night air.

  I couldn’t worry about the whole neighbourhood listening in, couldn’t think beyond the hard body pounding behind me and the lean, long muscled one thrusting towards my face.

  Tension coiled deep inside me, and then suddenly unwound. My pussy convulsed, pulsing around Jason’s shaft. My muffled shout accompanied a tightening of my throat and mouth. Agonizing pleasure exploded, blinding me as I shuddered and writhed. Molten liquid bathed my womb in scalding spurts; thick ropes of salty come coated my tongue. As the churning, rocking motions slowed, hands caressed my face and breasts, arms enfolded me.