by Anthology
I turn the round token I was given when I checked in earlier today over in my fingers. It has a number stamped on it like a casino chip, but it doesn’t represent a monetary figure; it’s my room number.
Actually it’s the number of my suite. All the rooms are suites with large couches in the living room and a bedroom devoid of furniture save for somewhere to hang your clothes and a huge bed.
The barman takes the token as I slide it across to him, giving me a glass of champagne in return. There’s no need to pay for my drink; everything is complimentary, even the contents of the mini bar in my suite. It’s an all-in one night stay. The room, champagne and sex all included. Leah was right though. It doesn’t come cheap.
I feel a presence and look up into the eyes of the young man standing at my side. Oh good Lord he’s breathtaking.
My gaze travels down his body taking him in.
His hair is closely shaved at the sides, but left longer on top in an artful mess, that just begs to be ruffled further.
Eyes the exact colour of a robin’s egg return my gaze as his sensual mouth quirks into a sexy smirk. My thighs quiver at the thought of the scruff on his jaw grazing my inner thigh.
Small rounded biceps bulge nicely. The bottom of a tattoo on his upper left arm showing beneath the short sleeves of his white T shirt that hugs his lightly muscled torso, above faded jeans that hang low on his hips secured by a scuffed brown leather belt.
Moving closer to my side he introduces himself as Brad. Actually he breathes his name into my ear robbing me of mine as I exhale, my lungs somehow refusing to draw in another breath.
He runs his finger down the side of my face. There’s tenderness in his gaze that I wasn’t expecting. “Whatever he did, he was an ass.”
Brad closes the door to my suite and pushes me against it. His blue eyes sear with desire. “Relax. Tonight is going to be wonderful,” he whispers, and takes my mouth in a bruising kiss.
Pulling back, he skims his hands down my neck and chest to cup my breasts.
My nipples harden, poking against the material of my dress as he brushes his thumbs over them.
“You’re going to come over and over, ‘til you’re seeing stars. I promise.”
He tugs at the bow of the belt of my wraparound dress and sweeps it aside. Moulding his hands around my breasts again he pulls down the cups of my bra.
Desire floods between my thighs as he suckles at one breast, his tongue flicking over the nipple, as he pinches the other.
He glides his hands over my curves as he lowers to kneel before me. Hooking his fingers under the waistband of my panties, he drags them, oh so slowly, down my legs and casts them aside.
Easing my legs further apart, he kisses a slow trail from my knee to the soft inner flesh at the top of my thigh. He pauses, his nose gently pressing against my slit, and inhales deeply, before kissing his way up the other leg.
Spreading me open with his thumbs he makes a long slow sweep of my flesh with his tongue. “Mmm. So wet,” he murmurs.
Pleasure pulses from my cunt as he tongue-fucks me; discharging a heat that radiates to the tips of my fingers and toes.
His grip on my ass tightens as he buries his face deeper, swirling his tongue around my slick folds, teasing my clit with artful flicks.
My legs buckle beneath me and I sink against his shoulders. A soft mewling escapes my mouth as he licks me to the edge.
“Come for me Katherine,” he demands softly, taking my clit in his mouth and sucking hard.
And I fall apart, pushing my cunt against his face and fisting his hair as I come around his mouth.
As my spasms subside he lowers me to straddle his thighs. His lips are soft and bruised, and I taste myself in his tender kiss.
“Okay?” he murmurs.
I’m still coming down from my orgasm, incapable of speech and hum a, ‘Mmm’ in response.
Brad tilts my face up to his; a wickedly sinful gleam in his eyes. “Oh we’re just getting started. We got all night baby.”
Raising us both to our feet, he takes my hand in his and leads me into the bedroom.
Turning me so my back’s to him, he slips off my dress and unclasps my bra, letting it fall to the floor.
I go to step out of my heels.
“Leave them on.”
A shudder runs through me as he licks a wet trail from my collar bone all the way up my neck. He bites down on my lobe releasing the tender flesh in a slow drag through his teeth.
His exhale blows hot in my ear. “I’m going to fuck you now.” He turns me back around to face him. “Lie down on the bed.”
I do as he says.
“Look at me.”
There’s a confident edge to his voice that belies his lack of years, and I prop myself up on my elbows.
Crossing his arms, he takes hold of the hem of his T shirt and whips it off over his head revealing perfectly toned abs that I just want to bump my fingers down.
Then he rips open the buttons of his jeans and pushes them down his thighs; his hard cock springing free, bobbing invitingly.
“You don’t think you’re desirable Ella?” He fists his dick, stroking himself, his gaze holding mine. “See how hard I am for you?”
There’s something undeniably hot about watching him pleasure himself, but the need to have his cock inside me is overwhelming.
He smiles at the small moan of longing that escapes my mouth.
Climbing onto the bed he straddles me and reaches over to the nightstand.
He rips open the foil with his teeth, takes out the condom and expertly peels it over his erection.
Leaning on his forearms, he nudges my legs apart with his knees. He shifts his weight to one arm and takes hold of his dick, rubbing it against my slit, teasing my clit.
I writhe beneath him, running my hands down his sides and grab his ass, pulling him to me as I link my legs around his waist.
In one long, slow movement he pushes in and begins to move inside me.
Oh God it’s been so long, but it’s never felt this good. This boy has moves Evan never had.
His cock rubs over the sensitive bundle of nerves with every long withdrawal and deep push in. I moan over and over, raising my hips to meet his with each drive.
“Do you like my cock inside you? Does it feel good baby?” he strains as he thrusts in again.
Grabbing an ankle, he lifts my left leg, pushing it towards me so my knee is bent. It’s a slight change in angle, but it opens me up further, allowing him to penetrate deeper.
“Christ you’re so fucking tight. I could spend all night balls-deep inside you.”
I gasp at his words, the blood rushing through my veins as I clench around his cock. Evan never talked dirty during sex.
His rhythmic thrusting has me unravelling, but I need more. I meet his drives more forcefully, digging my fingers into his ass.
“You want it hard?” he asks, slamming in harder. “I can give you hard. I can pound your pussy ‘til you come screaming.”
The power of his movements increase as he drives in hard and fast; his balls slapping against my ass with each slamming thrust.
I’m close, panting out each exhale as I teeter on the edge.
Brad lets go of my leg and reaches between our bodies.
I cry out as his thumb finds my clit and presses in hard circles.
“That’s it baby. Let me feel you come around my cock,” he growls the words out, rubbing harder against my clit.
It’s too much. My orgasm rips through me, and I yell out my climax.
“Fuck.” He slams in once, twice, a third time before his body shudders and he pours out his own climax.
Laying a brief kiss on my mouth, he slumps against me, his head buried in my neck. We lay there, hearts beating together as we gather our breath.
After a moment, he lifts his head. He smiles and presses a brief kiss on my lips before easing out of me. Removing the condom, he ties a knot in the end and drops it into the waste bin besi
de the bed. Flopping down on his back beside me, he sighs reaching out to pull me close to his side.
“Fucking awesome,” he pants.
“Hey.”
I open my eyes at the sound of Brad’s soft murmur realising I must have dozed off.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Reaching between my thighs he gently wipes me with the warm wet face cloth. It’s such an intimate act, but feels strangely natural. Once done he drops the cloth on the nightstand.
“I’m going to get some water. Want some?”
I nod.
He shifts off the bed and walks, unashamedly naked, out of the room.
I lay stretching, vaguely aware of his footfalls crossing the living room carpet and the sound of the door opening and closing.
My senses prickle, a feeling washing over me; that sense you have that someone is watching you. I look over to the bedroom door to see Brad leaning against the jamb.
When did he get dressed?
My confusion is compounded when a still naked Brad walks past the young man at the doorway, chugging from the bottle in his hand.
He sits on the edge of the bed and offers me the water.
Sitting up, I take it and down the rest, before handing the empty bottle back to Brad.
“That’s my brother, Ben,” Brad tells me. “You paid for the full service. He can join us if you want. But only if you want.”
I gaze over at Ben.
His eyes are heavy lidded with lust. He slides his hand down his chest and abdomen to cup his cock through his jeans, and smiles.
And in that moment I know I want it, and I nod.
Moving towards the bed, Ben peels off his black T shirt revealing an identical tattoo only on his right shoulder. It really is like looking at a mirror image of Brad. Ben holds my gaze as his hands move to his jeans and he slowly unbuttons, pushing them down his thighs and tugging them off. He’s already gloriously hard.
“Brad says you taste sweet. But I think I should find out for myself,” he says crawling up the bed, positioning himself between my thighs.
Taking an ankle in each hand he lays my legs over his shoulders. Sliding his palms down my outer thighs, he lowers his face to me.
My body shudders as he runs the tip of his tongue along my slit. He parts my folds with the fingers and thumb of one hand and closes his mouth around me.
The expert lapping of his tongue has my arousal instantly pooling.
He shoves his free hand under my ass and tilts my hips up further. “Your cunt is so fucking wet. I’m going to drown in you when you come all over my face,” he groans, burying his face deeper into my pussy and sucking for all he’s worth.
My moans are a low continuous sound as I claw at his hair, pushing my hips harder against his face.
Ben growls appreciatively as he sucks and licks me into despair.
And I let go with a long, low guttural groan, coming hard all over his face, just like he said I would.
I release my grip on Ben’s hair, my arms flopping at my sides as I lay panting.
“Was that good baby?” a voice asks.
I’m still in a daze and unsure whether it’s Brad or Ben asking. Even if my eyes were open I doubt if I could tell; they sound as alike as they look. Only their tattoos mark them apart.
“Do you want him to fuck you now?”
Oh, it must be Brad.
Hands close around mine.
Opening my eyes I see it’s Ben pulling me up off the bed. He tugs me to him as Brad moves to stand behind me.
“Lean back against me and put your arms around my neck.”
The hardness of Brad’s erection presses into my lower back as I lean against him and clasp my hands behind his neck.
Ben peels on a condom and moves closer. “Spread your legs for me baby,” he urges, dropping a kiss on my mouth.
Taking a hold of my ass with one hand he guides himself in with the other. “Fuck, you feel good. I’m going fuck you nice and slow. Make it last,” he groans, tightening his grip on my ass.
His movements are exquisite torment: a languorous withdrawal almost to the tip then a slow push in. He repeats them over and over and over until I’m a whimpering mess.
Brad’s breath fans my cheek as he breaths heavily in my ear, biting on the lobe. He moves his hands from my waist sliding them up to cup my breasts. Pleasure shoots down my body on a collision course with my pussy as he pinches both nipples.
One of Ben’s hands leaves my hips. He sucks his thumb before sliding it between my folds and rubbing it over my swollen clit.
My body is overwhelmed with sensations; my lungs pushing out my breath in short fitful bursts.
“That’s it baby, come for us,” Brad urges, biting hard on my lobe as he rolls my nipples between his fingers and thumbs.
And I break apart; shattering under the force of my orgasm that tears through me, obliterating all conscious thought.
I let go of Brad’s neck sagging back against him, his arms around me the only thing keeping me on my feet. My chest heaves as I pant, struggling to regain my breath.
Brad’s erection presses into the small of my back as he pulls me tight against his front. “Christ, it’s so fucking hot watching you come. I’m so hard for you right now.”
Ben discards his condom in the bin before sliding onto the bed, a look on deep desire on his face. “Come here baby.”
Slipping off my shoes, I take his outstretched hands and allow him to pull me on top of him, my legs straddling his waist.
Ben runs his hands up my sides and cups my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples, sending little darts of pleasure pulsating down to my pussy.
But it’s the sight of Brad, hard cock in hand stroking himself, that has my heart rate ratcheting and my breathing shallowing.
He holds my gaze as he peels on a condom, breaking it only as he takes something from the nightstand drawer.
Ben tugs me down against his chest and the mattress dips as Brad kneels on the bed behind me.
I moan lightly at the touch of Brad’s palms caressing the cheeks of my behind.
“Have you any idea how sexy your ass is Katherine?” he moans. “Fuck, the sight of it makes me so hard.”
Brad gently spreads my cheeks apart and I gasp at the sudden slippery coldness that pools around my anus, clenching in anxious anticipation. No. I’ve never done that. Not sure I want that. I murmur a small sound of dissent.
“It’s okay baby,” Brad croons. “I’m going to come in your tight wet cunt. Relax.”
He keeps a hold of my hip with one hand as the fingers of the other splay over my ass. The gel warms under his touch as he gently massages my sensitive opening with his thumb.
It feels like nothing I’ve felt before. Sensation spreads and I moan as my pussy contracts. I want to feel more and tilt my ass up, pushing against his thumb, inviting it in.
Slowly, oh so slowly, he slides his thumb inside me and my greedy ass draws it in further. Parting my slit with his cock he rubs the broad crown against my swollen clit eliciting a plaintive whine from my lips. His thumb is moving slowly in and out and all I want is his cock fully inside me. Now.
In one determined drive he’s balls-deep inside me.
And it feels glorious.
I groan; luxuriating in the incredible feeling of fullness of his cock in my cunt and his thumb up my ass. Katherine Penelope Jefferson, whatever has come over you? I don’t know where this woman who’s moaning with pleasure, pushing her ass harder against this boy’s thumb and clenching around his magnificently hard cock that’s thrusting deep inside me, has been hiding all these years, but now she’s been unleashed she wants more.
Ben holds me against his torso as each drive of Brad’s cock causes my breasts to jiggle in front of his face. He captures one, flicking the nipple with his tongue as he sucks it into his mouth.
I’m on fire with sensation; engulfed by it. And I’m on the brink again, an incessant low growling coming from dee
p in my throat as I teeter on the edge.
“Yeah, baby. Come around my cock. Come hard,” Brad pants. He picks up the pace, his balls slapping against my clit with every deep penetrating slam in.
And I explode around him, a myriad of stars bursting behind my lids.
* * *
I wake up alone in the middle of the bed as I knew I would. Stretching languorously, I smile at the memory of last night. Of Brad and Ben, feeding me papaya and ripe plums from the complimentary basket as we lay in a jumble of naked limbs on the bed; lapping up the juices that dripped on my skin. One of them licking me to orgasm as the other roamed his mouth over my body.
The boys flanking me in bed as I lay beyond sated my body humming deliciously. Their breathed ‘goodnights’ and soft kisses on each cheek before they settled, snuggling into my sides; Ben cupping my left breast with his right hand, Brad’s left palm resting on my pussy.
Sliding across the mattress I get up and head into the en-suite bathroom to shower.
A tingle of pleasure snakes down my spine as I remember Brad and Ben caressing my breasts, my hips, and ass as they lathered me up with soapy hands before rinsing me off. Their gentle kisses scattered on my skin after I was dry, before they led me to bed.
I stand under the forceful flow of the shower letting the warmth of the water soothe my aching muscles.
It’s only as I’m working the conditioner into my hair that I realise I’m singing.
Chapter 3
Leah runs her gaze over me. “You look fabulous.”
I nervously touch the elegant up-do that André convinced me was the only way to go for tonight. “Not too much?”
“No honey. Just enough.”
I relax a little. Leah would never steer me wrong.
“And that dress... Where have you been hiding that body? You’re going to have every man in the place drooling, positively drooling.”
I highly doubt that.
“There’s nothing to be nervous about because I know you’ll be great.”
