It Takes Two (Blindfold Club #0.5)

by Nikki Sloane

  “Goddamn, that is one fuckable ass,” Ben said. His hand was warm on my cheek and squeezed, his rough fingers digging in. It felt good.

  “I want to see that pussy, Nina,” Scott said.

  Kimberly had faded behind the lights. There were just the two men and the cameras now, but I was going to put on a show. I slipped my thumbs beneath the band at my hips and methodically worked the panties down, each side at a time to tease.

  It was almost a growl in Scott’s deep voice. “Get those panties off. Don’t make us wait.”

  I shuddered with excitement and stepped out, until I was naked except for my glossy beige, open-toe high heels.

  Ben stood up behind me, and his hands slid across my belly, one easing its way down to spread my pussy wide for the camera. The brush of his fingertips over my clit was electric. I bit down on my bottom lip, quieting my moan.

  “Fuck, she’s wet.” His other hand curled around my breast, kneading it. I had to lean back against his chest for support, and clung to his strong forearm. Beneath his t-shirt, Ben’s heart thumped along at a gallop. Was he nervous or turned on? I pressed further into him.

  Oh. Definitely turned on.

  “Oh my God,” I said. His fingers stirred, one long stroke down and up, then circled where it felt best.

  “You like that, don’t you?” The voice just over my shoulder asked.

  My lips pressed into a line and I nodded quickly, not wanting him to stop. Every nerve ending in me was alive and firing.

  There was rustling as Scott climbed to his feet. His hand went over his shoulder, tugging a fistful of his shirt over his head until it was off and flung away. I inhaled sharply at the sight of his golden tan skin and the muscles rippling beneath it. My gaze followed the line of his body where his hips arrowed down into the sexy V, the best part just covered with the waistband of his boxers. It sat an inch above where his jeans stopped.

  I was going to burst into flames.

  Scott set his hand on my shoulder and urged me to turn into him, and then both men were touching me. My breasts, my ass, and the shortest strokes through my slit, torturing me. Ben’s mouth found my earlobe and bit softly, but his hands were more aggressive. Sharp tugs of my nipples stole my breath.

  The tremble in my legs was back.

  It threatened to collapse me, and my palms flew forward, finding Scott’s shoulders when he dipped down so he could wrap his lips around my breast. I stared at the top of his head with glazed eyes and hung on. Ben’s support was gone so he could yank off his shirt, hurrying to keep up.

  I could think of worse ways to make money than being sandwiched between two incredibly hot men while they were focused on me. I mean, I couldn’t think of any worse ways right now, because my brain was functioning on only a basic level. The level that was all about need, and pleasure, and satisfaction.

  They both radiated heat as they closed in. Hard chests were against me on both sides, flattening me between them. Scott’s hand tangled in my hair and tugged my head back, forcing my gaze up to the ceiling, and the men descended on me like a pack feasting on their kill.

  Chapter Three

  I moaned as tongues traced the curve of my neck, and lips followed the line of my collarbone. All sense of what I was supposed to be doing was gone, and I allowed myself to be swept away in the sensations.

  “Put your hands on our dicks,” Scott whispered in my ear, quiet enough I was sure the microphone couldn’t hear. My eyelids fluttered open and I blinked back into reality. Time to stop being so selfish.

  “You gonna give me some hard cock?” I said, my tone forced. Shit, how lame did that just sound?

  Ben didn’t notice, or he covered for me. “You better fucking believe it.”

  Both men worked to undo their zippers as I reached to grasp them through their pants. It was awkward with my hand behind my back touching Ben, but holy shit. He was big. Scott was too, from what I could tell. I’d known I’d be working with a guy larger than average, but now a tiny part of me was freaking out. How was I going to handle two enormous cocks?

  Anxiety climbed higher when Scott’s jeans and boxers dropped, and I got my first look. It was a monster. His cock was long and thick, just like I’d expected from countless hours of watching porn, but that had been from behind the safety of my computer screen.

  When I stood stunned and motionless, Scott grabbed my hand and wrapped it tight around him, squeezing our hands closed. Then he began to fuck my fist. My mouth dropped open, watching him.

  “That’s so fucking hot,” I gasped. His eyes flared with approval.

  Ben’s shorts were off, and I cupped my other hand around the fat head of his dick, stroking down the length.

  “Oh, fuck, yeah.” His hips pumped, spurring me on.

  Scott’s expression twisted with pleasure and Ben issued a loud sigh when I gripped them tighter. Damp, hard, and throbbing skin pushed against my palms, and the heavy breathing of the men was enough to make me ache. My pussy was dripping wet.

  “On your knees, Nina.”

  I stared up into Scott’s sky-blue eyes as I folded one leg beneath me, then the other, resting my knees on the carpet, my grip on the men never letting up. I’d seen enough porn to know what to do. I stroked my hands in sync, down their impressive lengths, and twisted as I came back up.

  Without prompting, I swept my tongue over the tip of Scott’s dick and he jerked under my hold. He stared down over his sculpted body to connect with mine, and the hunger in his eyes was dangerous and enticing. I parted my lips and took him in my welcoming mouth.

  There was a sharp inhale from him through clenched teeth that sounded like a hiss, but was filled with satisfaction. Such a perfect sound, and it made me pause on Ben for a moment so I could hear it better.

  “Don’t fucking stop,” Ben pleaded.

  He moaned when I resumed my jerky hand job. The girls in the pornos made it look easy, but it wasn’t. Concentrating on both men while also worrying about how I looked was exhausting. Plus it was insane what I was doing. Something so intimate, my first time with two men, who were strangers, all in front of another stranger and a camera. How wrong was it that I liked this?

  No. There was something wrong with Nina the office temp. Nina the porn star had no shame.

  I released Scott from my mouth and tore my gaze away from him, finding Ben’s, which was fixed on me.

  “So patiently waiting your turn,” I said, my voice rasping.

  His eyes turned an even darker shade of black and his expression was wild. Raw. Fuck, he looked good like that. His hand curled around the back of my neck and pulled me to him, slamming his cock in my mouth. There was so much force I had to let go of Scott and put both hands on Ben’s hips to slow him down. Maybe he hadn’t been so patiently waiting.

  “Yeah, suck that cock,” he whispered. In videos, I wasn’t a fan of the dirty-talk. It felt fake and laughable, but here with Ben it was the opposite. I believed the words that tumbled from his lips. “Shit, that’s good.”

  When I had Ben’s pace under control, I reached back for Scott. Butterflies fluttered in my belly when his hand took mine and guided it, which made no sense whatsoever. I’d already sucked his dick. Why had an innocent touch caused this reaction?

  Ben gathered my hair in his hands, keeping it out of my way and out of the shot, which was great. This was just as much his first role as it was mine. I looked up at him and wondered what had happened at his audition. There hadn’t even been a hint of stage fright today.

  He was in good shape. Not perfectly cut like Scott, but real. There was a different kind of sexiness in Ben’s authenticity. I understood the hierarchy of our threesome. Scott was the top, the one controlling the scene, and I was all the way at the bottom, setting the rules. I was naturally submissive, so I had no issues with our roles. Was Ben comfortable in his?

  My tongue swirled and cartwheeled on his cock, and it drew a shudder from him. It was sexy. His soft moans, coupled with the subtle tightening of his
hold on my hair, showed me how much I was pleasing him. I felt powerful, even on my knees.

  Scott’s voice rang out from above. “I want her sucking your cock while I lick her pussy.”

  Oh, God, yes. Scott seized my arm and lifted me from my knees, pulling me off of Ben.

  “Get up on the bed.” It wasn’t a request. The weight and authority in Scott’s voice had my skin tingling, and me eager to obey.

  He’d been talking to both of us. Ben climbed onto the bed, his naked body scurrying noisily over the sheets, and sat back against the headboard. His hard cock was clenched in a fist, pointing straight toward the ceiling. Waiting for me.

  There was fire and lust in his eyes as I stepped out of Scott’s embrace and put a knee on the bed. I crawled as seductively as I could manage across the comforter, slowly making my way to Ben. The camera and Scott behind me, I assumed, could see every naked inch of my pussy, and I hoped it looked good.

  “Fucking shit.” Ben cursed on a long breath, one of his hands going to his forehead as I ran the edge of my tongue from base to tip of his heated, damp flesh. Then I swirled over the slit and the parted legs around me quivered.

  The bed jostled as Scott joined us. His hand caressed the round curve of my ass, which was up in the air. I buried my knees and elbows into the mattress, flipped my hair over a shoulder, and wrapped my lips around Ben’s dick. Scott’s fingers skimmed through my pussy, feathering the softest touch.

  I whimpered and bobbed faster on Ben, like pleasing him would somehow earn me a reward from Scott, which I was desperate for. I needed him to touch me. I wanted him to taste me. Oh, God, please . . .

  Wet velvet teased at my seam, parting me. Fuck, that tongue was going to turn me into liquid. I hollowed out my cheeks, sucking hard on the cock in my mouth, and my moan mingled to match Ben’s.

  Scott’s tongue was ruthless, fucking me out of my mind. I shifted my hips back against his face, the stubble of his whiskers gritting against the inside of my thighs. A storm of electricity swirled low in my belly, its static slashing upward as my orgasm gathered strength.

  Holy shit.

  I had to pause to catch my breath, pulling Ben from my mouth as a finger sank inside me. Deep inside, stretching me. I moaned with his cock against my lips, “Yes.”

  It was hard to concentrate when all I wanted to do was enjoy. Scott’s deliberate tempo and indecent tongue rattled every thought away, except for the one repeating: come. Over and over. I panted, one hand gripping Ben’s inner thigh and the other slowly stroking his cock, trying to stay on task.

  “She really seems to like that,” Ben said, throwing his smug words over my head toward the man making me insane. I moaned, loud and long, in case they needed further proof. My nails dug into Ben’s skin as the orgasm closed in around me, making me search for something to hold on to.

  Scott’s tongue fluttered on my clit, his finger driving hard and fast, hitting just the right spot.

  “Shit,” I cried. “Oh my God. I’m gonna . . . I’m coming!”

  Pleasure detonated inside and burst through my muscles, sending a wave of ecstasy that was so powerful I couldn’t breathe. My body seized and locked up, pulsing on the finger that remained inside. A final swipe of his tongue made me flinch, the pleasure so intense it was acute and verging on pain.

  Ben’s fingers skimmed my forehead, brushing my hair out of my eyes so he could gaze at me while I struggled to recover. “Did you like coming all over his face, while sucking my hard cock?”

  I nodded and shuddered with an aftershock, lost in his eyes that were as pitch-black as night. I held his stare while my shaky lips parted, slowly descending around him. The blood that rushed loudly through my ears began to slow and I matched its languid pace, fucking Ben with my mouth.

  Scott’s lightly calloused palm closed on my hip, gently urging me to turn. His voice was soft and surprisingly sweet. “On your back, Nina.”

  The juxtaposition of Ben’s dirty words against Scott’s careful ones couldn’t have been more perfect. It kept the fire burning in me even after my need for satisfaction had ebbed, hinting at a new swell on the horizon.

  I rolled over until the sheets were cool against the flushed, heated skin of my back, and Ben moved, tucking his knees beneath him so both men towered over me. Being caught under their gazes was a web ensnaring my body, a power I was more than willing to submit to. Scott stood at the edge of the bed. He hooked his hands under my knees and slowly slid me across the mattress toward him, spreading my legs.

  I swallowed a breath.

  We wouldn’t be using condoms for the scene. All actors had to be screened and tested twice before committing to the shoot, and I’d had to prove I was using birth control. It was as safe as the situation could be, but it didn’t feel any less dangerous when Scott ran the length of his bare cock against my wet pussy.

  Every muscle in me tensed. Ben was in my hand, his cock growing hard as steel when Scott gripped himself and positioned the tip at my entrance, readying to take me.

  The man between my legs held an expression painted with desire, and he focused first on my eyes before sweeping his gaze down along my nude flesh, all the way to the tiny space separating us.

  “Watch,” Scott said.

  Holy.

  Fuck.

  Chapter Four

  The head of Scott’s cock disappeared as he slowly buried himself inside me, an uncomfortable and yet pleasurable stretch that went on forever. I gasped and arched my back, trying to watch, but the sensation was too much. Too full. Too good.

  When he was fully seated inside, he gave me a moment to adjust. Ben’s fingers danced over my breast, tweaking a nipple, while his other hand urged me to stroke him faster. His attention seemed acutely tuned to what Scott was doing, and . . . was there a tiny flare of envy in his dark eyes?

  “Oh my God.” I started to writhe as Scott moved his hips, grinding himself against my swollen clit. “Fuck me,” I whined. “Please, fuck me now.”

  The smile that flashed across Scott’s lips was wicked victory, and he awarded me with his first thrust. A moan tore from my throat. Pinpricks of bliss tingled at the base of my spine as he found his rhythm, a mind-numbing pace to drive into me and rock the bed.

  “Yeah, girl,” Ben said. “Fucking take that cock.”

  I wasn’t sure which he meant, because he crept closer on his knees until he was against my shoulder, setting his cock on my lips. It didn’t matter, I was enjoying both men. The vibrations from Scott’s thrusts reverberated up my body, and I opened my mouth, sliding my lips along Ben’s thick, veiny shaft.

  Were the cameras able to capture a fraction of how erotic this was? Did I look good with one man between my legs, fucking me while my tits bounced and my tongue wrapped around the cock of another man? Both of them had their hands on me then, one on each breast, massaging and pinching.

  My moans built in urgency. Scott’s hips slammed against mine, and my fingers shot down to rub my clit, deepening my pleasure. A bead of sweat trickled down from his temple. It was hot under the lights, and hotter still from how he was fucking me. Hard, and deep. His chest heaved, and the air was punctuated by his gasps for breath, a byproduct of the intense physical exertion. The slide of him into my body, then out right to the edge, and plunging back in . . . it repeated endlessly.

  His hands clasped tightly around my thighs, lifting me into each of his punishing thrusts. The force of it rammed my back into the mattress. Could he feel how badly he made my legs shake? God, watching him cranked up my own desire, and I wanted this to go on forever.

  But it couldn’t.

  There were two men, and no matter how I tried, I was sure my mouth and hand weren’t enough to satisfy my other partner.

  I stared up at Ben, squeezing my hand like a vise around him. “You want to fuck this pussy?”

  Scott pulled out and flung a finger at the bed, his gaze on Ben. “Lay down so she can ride you.”

  It took Ben no time to comply. His head h
it the pillows and he stroked himself, waiting for me expectantly while Scott helped me to my feet. But Scott’s arms locked around me, smashing my body to his at the same moment his lips crashed against mine in a kiss.

  Whoa.

  My head spun, totally unprepared for it. Kissing right in the middle of the scene? And only kissing? He gripped my ass while his tongue filled my mouth, claiming every inch, like he was possessing me. And the strangest thing of all about the impromptu kiss was the passion behind it. It felt . . . honest. Needy.

  My eyes had to be impossibly wide as Scott drew away from my lips, one hand cradling my jaw, and his thumb brushed tenderly over my cheekbone. Well, there were my weak knees again. The corner of his mouth lifted in a disarming smile.

  “You okay?” he whispered.

  “Yeah.” My voice wavered, though. I wasn’t sure how to vocalize what I needed. “Can I have . . . more?”

  Surprise washed over his handsome face, and the corner of his mouth twitched. He forced me to turn in his arms, pulling me back against his sweat-dampened chest, and there was nowhere else to look but at the man lying prone on the bed, waiting for me.

  Scott whispered against the shell of my ear. “If it gets to be too much, tell me to make you come and I’ll know you want to stop.”

  He released his hold at the same moment Ben offered a hand to me. Scott’s words echoed in my mind as I climbed on the bed. His concern over the next part of the scene, his genuine kiss . . . did he know what he was doing to me?

  Ben grinned as I took his hand and climbed into his lap, positioning myself over him. He braced my hips and gently urged me down, his cock intruding.

  “Oh, fuck yes.” The muscles along his jaw flexed like he was clenching his teeth. “Get that pussy on me.”

  I gasped when he pulled down and impaled me on his hard dick. He didn’t give me time to catch my breath. The hands rocked my hips, guiding me to ride. I sat upright, palmed my breast, and then began to fuck him.

  This was more of what I had expected. A show, although it felt far better than I’d thought it would. When his hand crushed my other breast, I arched my back and moaned, embellishing the performance.