GirlMostLikelyTo

by Barbara Elsborg

  “Christ, slow down,” Adam gasped around his cock.

  No way. He sensed and felt Adam’s inability to concentrate on two things at the same time. Tomas put pressure on the root of Adam’s cock at the point it entered his body and Adam trembled beneath him. He licked his way to the strip of skin between balls and anus and played there with his mouth and stubbled chin. Adam’s lips quivered and he groaned around Tomas’ dick, the sensation sending ripples of pleasure up and down his spine. He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed.

  They slurped and licked, sucked and probed, their hands working as hard as their mouths. Adam began to copy Tomas and the room filled with the sounds of pleasure given and received, wet flesh slipping and sliding between moist lips, their gasps and cries growing louder.

  Tomas had thought he couldn’t be much more excited but he was wrong. Ultrasensitive to everything, the slightest touch, an exhalation, a muttered word, all wound him tighter and tighter. His only defense was to attack, to drive Adam even wilder than him. The guy had to come first.

  Tomas flicked his tongue over Adam’s anus, circled the tight pucker and then wrapped his hands around his butt cheeks and ate him.

  “Jesus,” Adam gasped. “Can’t keep sucking you and take that.”

  Good. Tomas pulled back but only to spit on his fingers and rub them over the wrinkled pucker, pressing and circling until he could slide a digit into the hole. Adam hissed as the finger slid in, and then Tomas began to pump.

  “That feels so damn good,” Adam whispered.

  Tomas shifted so he could flutter his tongue over the silky head of Adam’s cock at the same time as he finger-fucked his ass. Adam lay helpless beneath him as Tomas did every pleasurable thing he could think of. Almost. He pushed his tongue into the piss hole and scooped up more pre-cum, sucked at the crest until Adam was moaning, then dropped his mouth to engulf as much of the thick shaft as he could while he maintained the pressure on Adam’s anus, curling his finger to find his prostate.

  Every gurgled groan his actions elicited felt like a caress of Tomas’ heart. Every drop of salty pre-cum made him long for what was to come. He fucked Adam’s ass with two twisting fingers as he pushed his mouth down hard onto his cock, letting it hit the back of his throat. He wanted Adam to come, but still worried he would despite Adam being unable to do little more than pet him, and then Adam stiffened. The cock in his mouth swelled slightly, grew hotter and then cum jetted toward his throat, spurt after thick spurt, and Tomas swallowed and swallowed.

  When Adam slumped limp beneath him, he crawled round until he lay with his head next to Adam’s. Adam slipped his hand into his, threaded their hands together and something sparked in Tomas’ chest. Adam turned and kissed him, trailing his tongue around Tomas’ mouth.

  “You taste good,” Adam muttered. “My cum and you. Oh fuck.”

  Adam squeezed his hand. Tomas had rarely been with any guy who’d shown this sort of affection.

  “Sorry,” Adam muttered.

  Tomas stiffened. Well, his cock was already stiff but the rest of his body joined it. “Why?”

  “Multitasking suddenly failed me. Your fucking mouth. And your fingers. They hit the right bloody spot every thrust. Christ. Are they patented? It’s a wonder I’m not on the ceiling.”

  Tomas laughed.

  “Give me a minute and I’ll have my mouth and brain back in gear. My cock has a willing heart but you’ve worn him out.”

  “Or I could fuck you,” Tomas said quietly.

  Adam turned to look at him. “Or you could fuck me.”

  Goose bumps popped up all over Tomas’ body. “I hope fast and furious works because I’m not sure I can manage anything else.”

  Adam brushed his lips over Tomas’. “I’ll time you.”

  Tomas smiled.

  Something niggled at Adam’s sex-befuddled brain, awareness Tomas might have been a touch too desperate to get him off. Tomas stretched out to a drawer of his bedside table and came back holding lube and a string of condoms. Adam’s heart beat faster. Was that it? Tomas making sure he got the first shot at ass? Did it matter? Probably not. Adam would get his turn.

  Tomas shuffled round to lie behind him and Adam arched into him like a cat, rubbing his backside against Tomas’ groin. Puffs of warm breath hit his shoulder, followed by a wet tongue lapping his neck, and Adam shivered with longing. Tomas slid a hand onto his chest and rubbed a nipple with his palm while running his thumb up and down the depression between Adam’s pecs. Can the guy feel how fast my heart is beating? Tomas licked his way to Adam’s ear and circled his tongue in the hollow beneath while Adam tried not to squirm. When he took the whole ear in his mouth, Adam clenched his fists and buried his face into the pillow to stifle his groan.

  “Like that?” Tomas whispered.

  Adam lifted his head. “Hate it.”

  Tomas laughed, slid his hand back to Adam’s nipple and pinched hard at the same time as he bit the lobe of his ear. Adam heard a muffled squeak and realized it was him, whimpering. Shit.

  “Like that?” Tomas asked.

  His throat was too thick to answer. His cock should have still been limp with exhaustion after being played with so expertly, but the ever-hopeful organ was already swelling. The heat against his back vanished as Tomas moved, and Adam heard the crinkle of ripping foil. Tomas pushed his legs apart and Adam jerked as a splash of cold lube hit the crease of his butt.

  “Sorry,” Tomas said and sniggered.

  Then Tomas’ warmth was back, his soft lips mouthing his shoulder, his cock nudging his asshole, rubbing the slick liquid back and forth, gliding over his skin, setting nerve endings on fire. What happened to fast and furious?

  Tomas dropped his hand to Adam’s cock and wrapped his fingers around it. One tight squeeze forced a groan from Adam’s throat. The sensation of Tomas’ erection against his anus brought out a deeper groan.

  “Okay?” Tomas asked.

  Adam lifted his head. “Just do it.”

  “I don’t get please?”

  He growled. “Fuck off.”

  Tomas shifted on the bed and another wash of cold air over his skin made Adam shiver.

  “Fuck on,” Tomas said and leaned in to nip Adam’s ear.

  He hissed as Tomas squeezed hard under the tip of his cock to draw pre-cum onto his finger and thumb. He brought his hand to Adam’s mouth and smeared the silky liquid against his lips and at the same time pushed his cock more firmly against his anus. Adam sucked in a breath and braced himself. Tomas let his cock go and put his hand on Adam’s hip, holding him tight as he increased the pressure.

  Pain and then pleasure. He kept repeating that as the force against his anus increased, his muscles still resisting the intrusion.

  “Oh Christ, Christ,” Tomas muttered. “Let me in.”

  Adam gritted his teeth, bore down and sighed when the broad cock head finally breached the muscle barrier. He held himself ready, not knowing if Tomas was going to keep going and slam deep into him, but the guy didn’t move. Even as Adam felt his own tension ease, he sensed it building in the immobile Tomas.

  “Forgotten what to do?” Adam asked.

  “Just trying not to come on the first fucking thrust,” Tomas blurted. “And if you ever remind me of that, I’ll kill you.”

  Adam chuckled.

  “Bloody hell, don’t laugh. You’re squeezing the cum out of me.”

  Adam sighed as the pressure on his asshole grew and muscles spasmed. He eased his hips wider to allow Tomas more room. Then Adam stopped thinking and just went with feeling as Tomas finally began to move, sliding back and then thrusting deep, within seconds driving him facedown into the mattress. A grunt was all he could manage as his ass clenched around Tomas’ cock.

  “Fuuuuuck,” Tomas groaned.

  He yanked Adam onto his side and wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping at the same speed as he plunged into his ass.

  “Feels so good,” Tomas muttered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

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nbsp; More than good. Perfect. He wanted to tell Tomas, but only had enough air in his lungs to keep breathing.

  Tomas slid his arm under Adam’s shoulder and clutched his chest, pulling him back, his other hand still fisting his cock. A change of angle and with the next stroke he hit Adam’s prostate.

  Shit, was that another whimper? Impossibly, orgasm was on the rise again, Tomas’ grip on his dick and the swelling cock in his ass enough to raise the dead. Adam rocked his hips back as Tomas thrust forward. I want to come. I want to come. Tomas picked up speed, his movements growing choppier, and tension coiled at the base of Adam’s brain like a snake readying to strike.

  “Now,” Tomas gasped.

  The cock inside him pulsed and swelled, and Tomas shoved deeper and harder. Fire sparked in Adam’s head and as Tomas cried out and stiffened at his back, his cock jerked in the guy’s fist, cum spurting in long, thick ribbons over his belly, the bed and Tomas’ hand. Tomas’ hips kept moving as he emptied himself inside Adam’s ass, his breathing fast and jerky.

  Oh yeah, that’s what he needed to do. Breathe. Adam sucked in air and thought he was going to dissolve as his body floated down from the high.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” Tomas mumbled.

  “Did you come?” Adam managed.

  Tomas snorted. He pulled his softening cock from Adam’s ass, spun him onto his back and buried his face in his chest.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Wren intended to deposit the money she’d earned for the private tuition in the bank on the way to work, but as she walked across the marble concourse heading for a cashier, she stumbled to a halt. A man behind almost bumped into her.

  “Sorry,” she said to his back as he tsked his way past to the cashier she’d been heading for.

  Stupid, stupid, stupid. She pushed the paying-in slip and cash deep into her purse and walked out again. If she was right and the women were call girls, did she really want to keep the money? She shivered in discomfort. She’d have to give it back, or donate it to charity. The momentary pleasure of the thought of making a dent in her debt fizzled to deep disappointment. Today, she’d definitely find a new job.

  Her phone rang as she reached the street.

  “Hi, Squirt.”

  “Hi, Matt.”

  “You okay?”

  She heard concern in his tone and put on her cheerful voice. “Fine.”

  “I’ve been thinking.”

  “Oh wow. Did it hurt?”

  He growled.

  She smiled and stepped around a line of people waiting for a bus. “Oh, it did hurt. You poor thing. Try not to do it again.”

  “I’ve called to apologize.”

  The phone almost slipped from her grip.

  “Did you nearly drop your phone?” he asked.

  She let out a choked laugh. “You never say sorry. Remember that was one of your life lessons? Men don’t say sorry.”

  “I’m saying sorry because I love you.”

  “I love you too.” She smiled.

  “What you were saying about Ezispeke… I mentioned it to James and we decided maybe you were right. It doesn’t make sense to add names to your registers.”

  She suspected James had changed Matt’s mind. If James’ house had been nearer, she’d have let Tomas drive her there. James was much more suspicious than his twin.

  “If you get me a copy of your class list, I’ll check the names against some databases. Ask Sylvie for hers too and if there are extra names, I’ll check those as well. I’m just walking into work now, so I have to go.”

  “I could try and get the lists for every staff member.” Wren tried not to sound too excited.

  “Okay, as many as you can without getting caught.”

  “I’m an expert in not getting caught.”

  Matt groaned. “I forgot. You always get caught. Well, don’t. And don’t go back to that private teaching. If there is something shady about this, I don’t want you caught up in it.”

  “Ahhh. I love you.”

  “I’m at work now,” he mumbled.

  “You have to say it back,” Wren teased. “You started the game.”

  “I love you too,” Matt snapped and broke the connection.

  The call put a spring in Wren’s step. She’d been going to call Marco and tell him she couldn’t teach the women, but she’d changed her mind. Now James and Matt were on the verge of believing her, she’d go back. She might be able to get all sorts of useful information. She’d save the money and ask the guys what to do about it later.

  All she had to do was figure out how to get the information from Ezispeke. If she could get hold of a key to the office, she could sneak down tonight while her class was busy cooking.

  “Hello, little bird.” Tomas stood in the doorway of the language school, his presence keeping the automatic doors open. He had his hands in the pockets of his coat and the collar up. “I make sure you see glass this time.”

  “Thank you.” She wished she didn’t feel that tug inside when she looked at him. Even now that she suspected what he was involved with, the interest lingered. If he’d opened his arms, she’d have walked into them.

  Damn. Maybe she could turn him from the dark side. Wren struggled to suppress her snigger and then felt guilty for finding any of this amusing. But good-looking bad guys were hard to resist. She just didn’t want Tomas to be that sort of bad. Maybe he was desperate for money like her. Jobs weren’t easy to find in the current economic climate. And his English wasn’t brilliant.

  Stop making excuses for him.

  She walked past him into the school.

  “Is better if you don’t teach women anymore,” he said at her ear as he followed.

  Both annoyed and anxious, she chewed the inside of her cheeks. “Why?”

  “I worry you get hurt. I worry I must hurt guys who hurt you.”

  Annoyed evaporated, and was replaced by fear. She spun round and he stared at her so intently, she audibly gulped.

  “Marco is bad man. So is Veton and Dragen. Better you never see again.”

  “And you?” she whispered.

  “You see me in lesson.”

  “I mean are you a bad man too?”

  He didn’t blink. “Not in my heart.”

  “We’re going to be late.” Sylvie bustled up behind and tucked her arm through Wren’s, propelling her down the corridor.

  Not in my heart. What did that mean? As she and Sylvie headed up the stairs, Wren’s mind tumbled like a fast-flowing stream. Maybe Tomas wasn’t like the others. Or didn’t want to be like the others. Maybe he’d had a girlfriend who’d stolen all his money and left him with a mountain of debt. Or a boyfriend.

  Maybe he was searching for his wife, his sister, his lover because they’d been trafficked for sex work and he was only pretending to be like Marco and the rest, which was why he wanted Wren out of there. He wanted her safe. Tomas wasn’t bad. She refused to believe it.

  “How come all the gorgeous ones are gay?” Sylvie moaned.

  Wren wouldn’t accept Tomas was exploiting women. There had to be another explanation.

  Nor did she believe he was gay.

  Didn’t want to believe.

  But—oh darn, why is there always a but?—she’d watched him kiss Adam. Straight guys didn’t do that. Tomas had asked her out, flirted with her, sort of kissed her. Adam had done more than that. Were they bi? Two bi guys and her. A threesome. A ménage. She was edging closer to her fantasy than she’d ever dared hope. But—there it is again, that damn word—she couldn’t ignore the fact that Tomas worked for a guy who gave her the creeps.

  She and Sylvie split up at the next junction and Wren headed for her conversation class. If she carried on looking for evidence of Marco trafficking women, maybe she’d find he wasn’t and so Tomas would be innocent too. Whatever way round, she needed to know.

  When she reached her classroom, only Benoit was there.

  “Good morning, Benoit. How are you today?”

  “Go
od, thank you. How are you?”

  “I’m fine.”

  He stared down at his notebook.

  “Are you enjoying being in England?” she asked. “Have you made any friends?”

  He shrugged.

  Wren’s heart clenched and she crouched by his desk. “I hope you’re not worrying about yesterday.”

  “Belinda spoke to me.”

  Oh God. That was enough to depress anyone.

  “She said I should have psychotherapy.” He lifted his head and looked at her through his hair.

  “What?” Wren gasped. “You don’t need to speak to anyone like that about what happened. She’s crazy. Oops. Don’t tell her I said that. But really, Benoit, ignore her.”

  That won her a little smile.

  “It was an accident. Don’t even think about it again. I’m sure you had no intention of stealing anything. You’re a really nice guy, you just need to believe in yourself.”

  And stop collecting models of the Eiffel Tower and go and find yourself a girlfriend.

  His eyes filled and he sucked in his cheeks. Wren wondered how on earth he made a living as a photographer when his people skills were so poor.

  “We’re going to talk about jobs today. What do you photograph?”

  “Animals.”

  That explained everything. “I can’t wait to hear all about it.” It had given her an idea. “I need a favor. I wonder if you can help me.”

  He looked so pathetically grateful she’d even ask, she almost wanted to take him out herself. Not a good idea. She pulled out a sheet of paper from her bag, scribbled a couple of lines along the top and spoke in French to be sure he’d understand.

  “My mother is protesting about the closure of an animal sanctuary in Meanwood.” Which was true. “The council wants to sell the land to a developer. She needs to get as many signatures as possible.” Which was not true. “Do you think you could ask the students to sign this? They need to put their signature on the left, together with what they’re studying and write their name and address in capitals on the right. If you could ask as many students as you can, I’d be really grateful.”