by Tina Donahue
Tim stood so quickly, his chair’s legs scraped the hardwood floor. Naked, he approached, his cock also rigid and enticing.
Still facing her, Hunt blocked the man. David took the easy way, coming around to the side, his hard shaft equally prepared for pleasure.
Three virile males, one dark, one blond, one tawny like his Asian ancestors.
“I was first,” Tim said.
Hunt laughed. “The hell you were.”
David cut in. “Actually, I was ahead of you both.”
They stared at each other, their expressions tightening with frowns, all friendship and decorum forgotten.
Whether they’d actually come to verbal or physical blows didn’t seem likely. However, with rutting males, who knew? She was only certain of one thing…Hunt would win. That truth was in his eyes, the stance of his powerful body.
“David,” she said.
Without pause, he turned to her.
She murmured, “I want you to kiss me.”
Genuine shock flashed across his broad face.
It would have been so easy to smile. So cruel too. She didn’t want him to think she was making fun. Pretending to misunderstand his reaction, she hushed, “Unless you don’t want to.”
“What? I do. Of course I do.”
“Good.” She offered a relieved smile, then before he did anything, she spoke to Tim. “I want you to fondle my breasts and suck my nipples.”
His funny half smile said that he was pleased, but not content. He wanted it all.
Not unless she proposed it.
To Hunt, she said nothing, testing to see what he’d do. Ask or take.
He studied her for a long moment, his expression revealing none of his thoughts, and then he regarded her nudity.
Her areolas constricted in response. Her pussy ached with unfulfilled need. More than the others, she wanted his hands and mouth on her. But she wouldn’t ask for it. Nor would she ever beg.
Tim moved first, cupping her breast, testing its weight, his touch generating more heat within her. He smelled of something expensive and woodsy, a fragrance she found pleasant, causing her to lean into him. It broke David’s inertia. He cupped her chin, turning her face to his so he could capture her mouth.
His kiss was tentative, the sweet kind she recalled from guys in her early teens. She touched the tip of her tongue to his. A shock of electricity couldn’t have prodded him more. He seemed to forget about everything but his own need, deepening their kiss, making her moan.
With the sound, Tim eased her nipple inside his mouth, suckling it, lapping the tip. His tongue was rough and wet, sending a thrum of delight through her. Before it faded, his free hand went to her other breast, fondling it without restraint.
Sweet. But nowhere near what she truly needed.
Through a haze of mounting pleasure, she sensed Hunt moving closer. His cologne was stronger now. She heard something rapping against the floor. His knees?
Yes.
He placed his hands on either side of her cunt, using his thumbs to part her soft folds, exposing her clit. The room’s tepid air felt coolish against her damp nub, his tongue wonderfully hot. She gasped at the sensations sluicing up her torso and down her thighs. With her lips parted even more, David thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth, encouraging her to resume suckling him.
She did for a time. Then Tim bit her nipple lightly before licking the other, swirling his tongue around the bumpy areola, making her forget David.
But not Hunt. With relentless intent, he lapped her clit, keeping her legs parted when she tried to close them, using her inability to flee to do what he wanted. He worked three fingers into her sheath, clearly stretching it for his cock.
No. She wouldn’t allow him to take her first. She’d give herself to David, then Tim. Hunt would be last. She’d prove to him that she called the shots. That she—
Oh god.
Hunt worked his fingers in and out of her as he would his shaft, even as he teased her clit with his tongue.
She sagged against the post, using its support and her bound wrists to keep from slumping down.
If Hunt noticed her sudden weakness, he didn’t hesitate in the least. He used her body as he willed and she desired, bringing her close to orgasm.
Yes. More. Now.
He paused just as she was about to go over the edge.
Frowning, she tore her mouth free of David’s and gulped air. Didn’t help. She couldn’t quite catch her breath. The room lurched with her dizziness. She wanted to bitch at Hunt, ordering him to continue, to give her some fucking relief, but clenched her jaw instead and waited.
David kissed her throat, sending new ribbons of delight through her. Tim pursed his lips and pulled on her nipple. For him, a surprisingly gentle move that delighted her.
Even so, she wanted the intense pleasure that lay between her legs. Hunt hadn’t resumed licking her there again. When he stopped moving his fingers within her, she finally chanced a look.
He was already watching her, wearing that same pleased expression she’d seen before. Heat prickled her chest, throat and cheeks.
As though he enjoyed her surprise—or was it embarrassment?—he winked.
Not expecting it, she smiled, then moaned lewdly as he resumed licking her.
She tasted so good, Hunt had to curb his desire, fearful he’d hurt her. She smelled better than he’d first thought. Even the finest perfume couldn’t compete. There was a delicateness to her scent along with a vibrant, earthy quality that kept him off guard. The same as he’d done to her by winking.
He’d seen her surprise at his playful intimacy. He treasured her smile. Her unguarded joy was for him alone, not because of anything Tim and David were also doing.
Eager to reward her, Hunt eased his fingers deeper into her cunt, spreading them and stretching her so she’d know what was coming next. Him inside of her, buried so fully neither of them could get away. He didn’t care who was on top, as long as he was within. He was going to have her vaginally, orally and anally before the night was through.
Thinking of that, he moved his free hand to the furrow between her cheeks and stroked her tight pink ring.
She shot to her toes again, then came down hard, her heels clacking on the floor.
David cut off her appreciative grunt with another kiss. Tim growled, then resumed sucking her nipples. They were rosy and tight from his attention, the tips glinting from his wet kisses.
Hunt knew Tim wouldn’t be content with foreplay much longer and couldn’t blame him. He also wanted more.
He demanded to have her first.
Measuring the strokes of his tongue, he again drove Magique close to the edge, only to pause as he had earlier. She squirmed and bent her knees in an attempt to get closer to him, to force him to continue.
Tim slid his hand down her torso, heading for her clit.
No fucking way. Hunt latched onto her nub, his tongue flicking it as fast as possible, his nose pressed to her delicate curls. He filled himself with her fragrance, enjoying her musk the most.
She came without pause, her legs tensing, her arms yanking his tie.
That’s it, baby, fight as much as you want. It didn’t matter—no way was he going to let her go. At least not yet.
While she continued to pant, Hunt stood, shouldering David and Tim away.
“What the fuck,” Tim complained.
“Yeah,” David chimed in.
“Shut up,” Hunt said. He cupped her buttocks in his hands and lifted Magique up and into him.
She needed no further guidance, wrapping her legs around his hips, using the tie’s slack to rest her upper arms on his shoulders, her forearms cradling his head.
He slanted his mouth over hers, kissing her deeply so she couldn’t object to what he wanted and had to do. He couldn’t wait any longer, sensing she couldn’t either. It was in the way she snuggled into him, trying to get closer, coaxing his tongue deeper into her mouth. As she moaned in what sounded like expectat
ion, he lifted his cock and positioned it, entering her in one hard thrust.
Aw, damn. She was tight, hot, his. Hunt’s ears buzzed. His body felt heavy and weak at such pleasure, and it hadn’t even begun.
Magique must have sensed his reaction to finally being inside her. She tightened her legs around his hips for added support.
With one arm around her waist and the other beneath her ass, Hunt held her close, letting her know she wasn’t getting away…nor would he allow her to fall…he wouldn’t hurt her.
She responded to his increasingly tender caress, softening even more. Funny thing, her trust in him made Hunt harder than hell, not to mention demanding. He pumped once, twice, vaguely aware of Tim and David in the background, both of them bitching up a storm.
Didn’t matter. Nothing short of Magique shouting “No, stop!” would get him to do so.
She said nothing, couldn’t, not with his tongue filling her mouth. If anything, she sucked him even harder, grinding her cunt against him, wanting him as deep as possible.
Wanting it rough too.
He sensed it in the way she returned his kisses, how she kept tugging on the tie, trying to be free. So she could do what? Rake his shoulders with her nails? Hold him even closer?
Hunt wasn’t about to put any distance between them. Again and again, he thrust, plowing into her, giving neither of them rest. With each of his pumps, he pushed her into the post, his arm protecting her back. The bed frame jerked, its legs scraping the floor. Within minutes, their bodies were damp with perspiration, their scents mingled, just the way he liked. Her cunt narrowed even more, creating greater friction between them, her sheath slick with her excitement.
Her wanting of him.
That guileless acceptance stoked his desire. She pressed her elbows into his shoulders. He tightened his arm around her waist and moved his other hand between their bodies to her clit, finally remembering to tend to it. Hunt stroked her hard as he plunged into her repeatedly, dazed at her narrow channel, its incomparable heat.
They came within seconds of each other. Pulling her mouth from his, she lifted her face to the ceiling, the ends of her hair tickling his arm and hand. Indelicately, she moaned. Less restrained, he bellowed as too many sensations slammed into him—excitement, contentment, pure fucking satisfaction—ending at last on a hearty growl.
It took both of them a moment to come down.
Breathing hard, Hunt rested his head against her shoulder and grinned. Whether she felt his joy was debatable. However, she did start to giggle, which soon turned into a contented laugh.
“Wow,” he whispered.
She pressed her face into his hair, rubbing her nose against it. Marking him or smelling him, Hunt had no idea. Nor did he care. Having her so close was enough. Despite his fatigue, he wasn’t going to let go. He locked his knees, gritted his teeth and hoped he wouldn’t collapse.
Too quickly, her sheath stopped pulsing around his weary cock, the last of her orgasm fading away. Crap.
She inhaled deeply and worked her inner muscles around his shaft.
Smiling, Hunt hugged her to show his gratitude. “Just give me a few secs,” he whispered, “and I’ll be ready to go again.”
Her cunt’s contractions slowed, then stopped. She murmured, “No. It’s time for your friends.”
Hunt’s skin went cold, then hot, his tender caress forgotten. It was time for his friends? As if what she and he had just done meant nothing?
Are you nuts? Of course, it didn’t hold any earth-shattering significance. They weren’t on a date. She was a call girl. Here to see to her clients’ needs, of which he was only one.
Tim was already untying her wrists.
With too much grace, and what appeared to be no regret, she slid down Hunt’s body, releasing his cock from her wonderfully heated cunt. The room’s mild temperature felt cold in comparison against his skin. The only consolation was the way she placed her hand on Tim’s chest, stopping him from pulling her onto the bed.
All business, she said, “I want you on the mattress.” She raked his chest with her nails, a teasing, provocative move. “Please.”
Her please did it. Tim was a good little boy, lying spread-eagle on the shimmery beige comforter.
She went to the nightstand and took several tissues from the mother-of-pearl box resting on top. So what was she going to do with them?
What else? She used the tissues to blot Hunt’s ejaculate from her pussy.
His jaw clenched. Tim grinned as though that pleased him.
Magique’s expression remained open yet neutral, her real thoughts hidden. “Scoot to the left,” she requested, directing him with her finger.
Not budging, Tim put his hands behind his head. The muscles in his arms bunched. The hair in his pits was a dark blond, its color matching his wiry pubic hair. His cock was so erect, it rested on his belly, pointing at his head, exposing his weighty balls. “Why?”
“Don’t talk to her that way,” David said, all protective as though he believed they’d soon be going steady.
Hunt said nothing, watching the balled-up tissue falling from her hand into the brass wastebasket.
Magique kept her attention on Tim.
David chanced getting closer to her. After a brief hesitation, he ran his hand down Magique’s arm. “Want to take this into the other room? We can leave Tim in here.”
Tim glared. “Like hell.” On another muttered oath, he did as she’d wanted. “This better be good,” he warned.
She gave him a look that said he had no right to question anything.
He didn’t offer another comment, challenge or ultimatum.
Hunt told himself to get dressed and fucking leave. It wasn’t like him to put up with this kind of shit from a woman, even one in Magique’s profession.
Did she respond to her other clients as she’d just done with him? Aroused one minute, all business the next so she could take care of his friends? Part of him didn’t want to know.
A greater part needed to find out. To know his true effect on her.
He pushed his frustration aside, replacing it with resolve, the same as when his lobbying efforts weren’t going the way he’d planned. During those times, he hadn’t retreated. He’d remained, observed, then fought for what he damn well wanted.
Tonight, Magique was what he craved.
Resting her hand on the nightstand for support, she removed her gold heels, dropping the shoes on the floor. She turned to Hunt and then to David. “Ready?”
That depended on what she had in mind.
Always eager to please, David blurted, “Sure. What do you want me to do?”
Her smile was luminous. “Enjoy yourself.” Tempering her enthusiasm, she regarded Hunt. “And pleasure me.”
Unlike earlier, this time he didn’t smile or wink.
Magique’s expression became a mask of indifference. However, color rose to her cheeks. No one had to tell Hunt it was because of him. Only him.
Offering no more direction, she climbed onto the bed and straddled Tim, positioning his cock on her opening.
He sucked in a breath. She sighed out her own as she lowered herself onto him, her body swallowing his rigid shaft. Once she had him fully inside, she draped her torso over his, her nipples grazing his chest. He panted as though he’d just run a marathon and stared at her mouth as if he expected a kiss. She turned her head to the side instead. Given the position she’d asked Tim to take, she was very close to the edge of the bed.
Hunt moved before David could, not stopping until his knees touched the mattress. He was still flaccid but didn’t care. Magique would see to that. His rod was so close to her face all she had to do was slip out her tongue to lick it.
Without warning, she did.
Christ. A rush of delight shot through his body. He tensed at the wonderful sensitivity of his cock.
Pulling her tongue back in, she said, “David.”
He blinked as one would when coming out of a trance. “Yeah?”
Hunt frowned. Why in the hell was she speaking to David rather than tending to him?
In answer, Magique lifted her ass as much as she could without releasing Tim from her cunt, offering her other opening to David.
“Oh.” His face turned scarlet. Nodding in understanding, he rounded the bed.
When he didn’t climb on, she sighed, “You’ll find condoms in the first nightstand drawer, if that’s what you prefer.”
He stared at her anus as if he wasn’t certain whether to go in raw or not.
“And lubrication,” she added.
“Oh yeah, right,” he said, backing up so quickly he bumped into the nightstand.
A laugh erupted from Tim.
She turned back to him and murmured, “Quiet.”
Hunt snorted at her mild chastisement. When she shot him a look, he gave it right back. Seconds ticked by. Her expression went from haughty to helpless, her gaze all female and soft. She wanted him. And not only for tonight’s fuck. Nothing could convince him otherwise.
Liking what he saw, Hunt winked. This time she didn’t blush. Something unreadable flickered across her face.
“Got it,” David said and climbed on, shaking the mattress.
Magique inhaled sharply as he spread the lubrication on her anus. She fisted her hands in the silky comforter, moaning in what sounded like gratification, not distress, as David entered her.
Filled with his cock and Tim’s, she hesitated a moment, then focused again on Hunt.
He eased a lock of hair behind her right ear and trailed his fingers over her downy cheek. Her lids fluttered. More color tinted her face.
“Ready?” he murmured.
A hint of genuine yearning sparked in her eyes, followed by a tiny frown as though that wasn’t in her plan for this evening. Why? Who had hurt her so badly that she couldn’t allow herself to surrender to any man?
Hunt expected her to glance away. She didn’t, reminding him of the first moment they’d looked at each other, its heady intimacy. Nor did she answer his question. It wasn’t necessary. Hunt knew what she wanted. Slipping his hand beneath her chin, he guided his rod between her lips.
She took him in without pause, greedily, in fact.
He gasped in pleasure.
