Heat: Curvy First Times (Three on One BDSM Book 1)

by Q. Zayne

  It didn’t seem possible. I was tempted to grab Jud’s leg. He backed up and slid out of my mouth. He stroked my hair, let me breathe.

  “It’s okay. You’re okay,” Jud crooned. “They’re going to take good care of you. These guys know how to do a lube job together. Just relax and let them work.”

  The other two pushed. My ass gave way. Ty slid in to fill me to the extreme, his cock sliding deep inside me along with Blake’s from below. Oh damn. It was too much, but I wanted it. Jud stroked my face.

  “Are you alright?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Because I need to fuck you more. You’re going to get the full three-way lube job now, the special kind just for you.”

  He supported my face and slipped between my lips. He pushed right into my throat, sliding home. All of them were coming home in me. Jud gave it to me with short strokes, his hands caging my skull.

  Blake thrust up my pussy from below as Ty jammed my ass from above.

  My mind couldn’t take it in. I saw colors, visions of the past. Ancient Egypt’s desert rolling past as I rode in a litter carried by sweating men.

  My heart filled, tears ran down my face, tears of release. Ty massaged my breasts and nipples. Blake worked my clit, getting my good spot and keeping on it. I gasped and shook.

  Blake and Ty roared, seeding me. Jud’s cock swelled. He moaned and pulled my hair, shooting deep in my throat.

  My entire body tightened and came apart. My eyes rolled back as all three cocks pushed full depth. The men roared. They flooded me together and I came, whirling free, so overcome I spun above my body in the flashing lights, watching the three studs roaring and celebrating my capture.

  Jud stroked my hair and withdrew, his cock spreading the last of his load on my tongue. I swallowed it all and gasped a deep breath. He slipped the O-ring out of my mouth.

  “Good, Lin. You’re amazing.” Jud kissed my forehead and lifted my sticky hair off my neck, soothing me.

  “She sure is.” Ty kissed my neck and rubbed my ass.

  Blake but his arms around me from below, his thick erection softening inside my filled pussy.

  “So good, so good, Lin.” He managed to raise him and contort around the lift to kiss me, his lips warm and right on mine.

  “Thanks, boss,” I whispered.

  “You’re mine now, beautiful. I want you in my bed. If you need to make excuses to anyone, you can make that call. You’re spending the night with me.”

  His dominance thrilled me. And I wanted his arms around me all the way, without the lift between us.

  “Alright. Yes. Thank you.” There wasn’t anyone to call.

  He slid out from under me. Ty slipped out and got off of me, gave me a gentle pat down between my legs with a hand towel.

  “I’m so happy you came in for your lube job. Great timing, Lin. We needed that. I think you did, too.” Blake gave me an intimate smile and untied me. I’d loved the freedom of being held by the ropes. Their silky texture felt like a caress as he loosened them and slid them off of me.

  “Yes, I did.” I sounded hoarse.

  “I’m going to give you a ride upstairs. I don’t want you walking yet. Let’s keep all that special lube inside of you. You’ve got two good loads from me doing their work.” Blake rolled me toward him and picked me up in his arms.

  He supported me in his big inked arms, so tender for a man who looked like a dangerous bruiser. I rested my head on his shoulder. I felt just right, right where I was. I could stay right there, as long as he wanted. I felt his heart beating in time with mine. I inhaled his musk. We smelled like us.

  “Good work, men. We’ll call it a night. Is it agreed? You two want Lin on the team?”

  “Oh, yes.” Jud and Ty slapped palms.

  “Damn straight.”

  “Great. See you in the morning, guys.”

  Jud opened the corner door. The handsome man who filled my pussy with his baby batter carried me up the stairs. The door shut behind us. I was alone with my new boss. No more boring temp job for me. Blake’s special lube oozed out of me.

  “It’s not all that, but it’s home. Welcome, Lin. Treat it like your own place. I want you to be happy here. For a long time.”

  His place was big, and way cleaner and nicer than I expected. I was too stunned to pay much attention to the decor. I felt comfortable being there with him. Relieved I didn’t have to go anywhere. I didn’t think I could drive.

  “Thank you, Blake. I think I will be.” My ears rumbled and my lashes got wet. This was too much, even more than the sex. The man just got to me. He got to me all the way.

  “It’s been years since I brought a woman here. I’m glad you’re the one.” His words blurred with emotion.

  “Me too.”

  I smiled against the rising sun tattoo on his chest. In his arms, I felt completely safe. Maybe those models did feel as fulfilled from three men as they looked. I sure did. I tightened my grip on Blake’s big shoulders as he carried me through the spacious flat. I looked forward to meeting up with Brian and Esmeralda to tell them about my new job.

  He put me in his bed. The clean sheets and cushy mattress welcomed me.

  Smiling, he slid off his overalls, took off his shoes, and got in bed with me. He took a long look at me, smiling so hard those crinkles radiated from his kind eyes. With reverence, he laid his hand on my belly. It was way too soon to be sure, but my intuition told me what he was hoping was true. I was going to have our baby.

  “When you have more time to get used to me, I’ve got an important question to ask you.”

  “Yes, Blake.” I was going to say yes.

  His grin widened. He held me with his whole body. I held him back.

  I was home.

  The End

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  My Knight

  THE CAR DIED, just died as I drove out of town on the Marshall Road. It was a great shortcut to the state line, but seldom used. This late at night, there was no traffic at all.

  I coasted to the shoulder for safety, gripping the steering wheel tight. I was heading for a club with a live band. All I wanted was to get out, get away from town, have some fun.

  The car never misbehaved before. Dad had it inspected and tuned up before they gave it to me. It had to run. It couldn’t strand me out here.

  It was the dark of the moon and there were no street lights for miles. I couldn’t see anything but the darker hulking shapes of oak trees against the dark sky.

  I turned the key again. Nothing happened, just a clicking sound. The car was dead. I pulled out my phone. No signal, of course.

  I’d seen movies like this, a girl stranded on an isolated road, no way to call for help. They don’t end well. I shivered and locked the car doors. No point looking under the hood. I’d watched Dad change spark plugs, change the oil, but I didn’t have a clue what to do when the car wouldn’t run. I was too far from town to walk back. Well, I could do it, but it would take a hell of a long time and be miserable in my new heels. I wouldn’t hitchhike. That was one thing I agreed with Mom about.

  The headlights in the rear-view mirror blinded me. I shielded my eyes. My heart raced. Someone stopped right behind me. It was too big to be a highw
ay patrol. Maybe a trucker. I heard some of them helped stranded motorists. Would it be safe to accept help? I had to do something. I didn’t want to spend the night in my car, and my sexy slip-on heels weren’t made for a long trek down the highway. I’d been hoping to dance in them, enough to leave my life behind for the night. I was nineteen, stuck in a nowhere town living with my parents. I needed escape, or my brain would explode.

  A large man approached, silhouetted against the truck. My eyes adjusted, recognized it as a tow truck. Relief rushed through me. I was saved. There were still knights.

  He angled himself toward his truck when he reached my window, as though deliberately placing himself in his headlights so I could get a good look.

  Oh. What a man. A white T-shirt strained over his wide chest and rippling torso. He had the classic V-shape so many guys worked at the gym for. His worn jeans gripped his hard, narrow hips, riding low. Maybe I died.

  He smiled. Bright as a laser. I had to be dead. Nothing like this happened to me in real life, not a stud out of a skin magazine looking into my car, smiling at me like I’m the best sight of his life. I forgot to be scared. Nothing in me but shock. And lust. The sight of him made me quiver in my panties.

  The man waved. Mom’s voice cut through my reverie on his tattooed, bulging arms: ‘Never go anywhere with a strange man, no matter what he says to try to get alone with you. That’s how girls get in trouble.’ Trouble being the euphemism for getting knocked up. I stared right at the stranger. If I’d ever seen anyone who looked like trouble on legs, this was the man. If not for that friendly smile, I’d be scared out of my mind. I opened my window.

  “Need some help?”

  “Yes. I think so. The car died. It’s never done this before.” I felt so freaking helpless. I envied guys who could stick their head under a hood, tinker around and make a dead car come to life like Frankenstein’s monster. I wanted some of that mojo. But I didn’t really like getting my hands dirty.

  “Pop the hood for me, and I’ll take a look.”

  He pulled a flashlight out of a tool loop at his belt and headed for the hood. The man was used to being obeyed. I popped the hood.

  He flashed the light in there, did some mysterious mechanical stuff. He stuck his head out.

  “Give it a try.”

  I turned the key. Nothing but clicking.

  “My shop’s right in town. Let me give you a tow and I’ll get this running for you.”

  Something didn’t feel right, but what choice did I have? I liked his friendly smile. I liked his eyes checking me out more than I wanted to admit. I was over the size limit for most of the local guys. They all thought they deserved cheerleaders. Another reason I needed to get away to the city. Maybe he could fix it and I’d still get my night out.

  “It’s okay. Don’t worry. I don’t blame you for being cautious.” He pulled a card out of his jeans and handed it to me.

  It was bent to the curve of his ass and felt warm. Damn.

  “I own the main auto shop in town, right on Main Street.”

  “Oh. Oh, yeah.”

  “As soon as we get down the road and get a signal, you can call someone to let them know where you are. Give them my address. I want you to feel safe.”

  “Um.” I didn’t know what to say. ‘No thanks, I’d rather stay here in my dead car than trust you, Mr. Stranger’? didn’t seem like an option. Well, it was an option, but it was a stupid one. It was probably the one Mom would want me to pick. He gave me an idea. I could walk until I got a signal, then call Dad to pick me up. Nice and safe, unless an ax murderer came along. I shuddered. Just then, I wished Mom hadn’t raised me on horror movies.

  “Let me tow you in. I can get this fixed and get you back on the road in no time, but I can’t do it here.” He flashed a confident smile.

  Not cocky, that would have put me off. Confident, exuding one-hundred-percent I got this. I chose to give it over, let him take care of it. I felt soothed. By giving up the burden of what was wrong with the car, I felt absolved of my nagging guilt that I did something wrong and Dad would be mad. Dad would never need to know. Mom either, blessed be.

  The tow truck driver headed to his truck, he was that confident. I watched his broad shoulders and high, firm ass. Oh, wow. He had my complete attention. I followed him to the passenger door. He opened it.

  “How about I give you a boost?”

  I looked at the distance to the seat. I was short.

  “Um, okay.” All my mom’s warnings about strange men ran through my mind. There were a lot of them.

  The man grabbed my hips and lifted me to the running board.

  I gasped. I’d never been lifted like that. It felt wonderful, except it was over too soon. I wanted it to go on and on like a carnival ride. If I jumped back down, would he do it again, or think I was crazy? I blushed to my roots. Keeping my face averted, I climbed onto the seat. He closed the door.

  His smile looked possessive. I had to be imagining that.

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  SOLD

  Brittani Serves Black Men at The Billionaires Club

  IT WAS OVER. I ran out of the night club and down the sidewalk. I slipped in a puddle in my high dancing heels and pinwheeled my arms to keep from falling. A guy holding a newspaper over his head against the downpour elbowed past and knocked me against the wall. The rain soaked my red mini dress and plastered my gold hair down my back. Blinded by tears, I groped along the wall, feeling for a doorway to duck into. Pedestrians rushing on their lunch hour almost knocked me over.

  My shift wasn’t over. I never left work before my shift was over. But Frank fired me. I couldn’t believe it.

  My hand gripped something soft and dry; it felt like cashmere. I couldn’t stop in time. I collided with a tall, broad-shouldered man. He reached out and steadied me, with the same care he might use to keep a priceless vase from falling over. A gentleman’s touch, not a creep’s. I’d had a lot of practice telling the difference.

  “Here, share my umbrella. My name is Gabe.” He gave me his arm and led me into the shelter of a hotel’s awning.

  I lowered my face, watching my red patent leather shoes splash along the pavement. Shop lights and the sky reflected from the water. Rain water sluiced down my long, smooth leg over a constellation of small moles by my knee. I tugged at my skirt, it clung tighter and rode up more from being so wet, almost exposing the cheeks of my ass and my thong.

  “I’m Minx.” I’d been using my dancing name so long it came out. Ordinarily, I’d still be on duty, still be Minx. My other name was for college and official papers. This stretch of sidewalk so near the nightclub where I’d been dancing for more than a year was Minx’s world.

  “A pleasure to meet you, Minx.” He had a low, warm voice and his gaze warmed me, too.

  The man handed me a clean handkerchief from inside his fine black suit jacket. I stared at it. I hadn’t known a man to carry a handkerchief since Dad. He was dead. That’s how I’d ended up an erotic dancer. I cried harder, embarrassed to be losing it in front of the handsome stranger. The man had a strong, masculine face, glints of silver in his hair—and even covered in a coat, his physique was impressive.

  “Take your time. I noticed you came out of the club. I was about to go in there.” He gave me a smile. “This is better. Let’s talk here. Are you all right?” His brows furrowed and he looked right into me with bright eyes.

  He looked far too well-off and refined to be seeking converts, so I fig
ured there was no harm in talking. And I had a nodding acquaintance with the hotel’s door man, so it was a safe enough place to take a break from the rain until I decided what to do. What was I going to do? I realized I was still clutching his handkerchief. I dabbed my eyes with it. It came away smeared with mascara and taupe eyeshadow. My face felt too hot. I glanced at him again. He looked like a good man. And sexy as Hell. I didn’t usually spill my guts, but I needed to talk with someone.

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  About the Author

  Q. Zayne delves into the hidden places and tells secrets.

  Q. Zayne is the wicked pen name of a California horror writer and fantasist. Q. minored in Classical Archaeology and has an MFA in Creative Writing from San Francisco State University. After teaching at the university, working as an editor, and freelancing for several years, the author embarked on a wild digital publishing adventure. Thanks to fabulous readers and wonderful supporters, Q. writes fiction for a living from the Yucatan.

  Q.‘s childhood included lots of monster movies, trips to ghost towns and daily life on an old ranch in California. And reading—Gothics, fantasy, horror, science fiction, adventure stories, and the ones hidden under beds. The gutsiest writers left the greatest impact.

  “Thanks for being part of my journey.”

  — Q.

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