Dan’s mouth was like warm, sweet velvet. So soft. Lips so firm and demanding Val yearned to give them whatever they asked. Another wave of sensation rose and flowed over her and she thought that she could just possibly live off of his kisses.
A darker wave of shameful excitement filled her as Ty touched, gently explored, and then, finally, relentlessly invaded her ass. He had been right. Val had never allowed ass play before with any previous boyfriends. She didn’t know what Dan and Ty were to her, but boyfriends seemed far too innocent and pale a term to describe them. And, come to think of it, she wasn’t so sure she’d “allowed” Ty anything. For all his scrupulous politeness, always asking her permission, he was like the vampires she loved to read about -- demanding that their lovers invite them in.
And she had.
Oh, yes, she most certainly had.
“Valerie, we’re going to lay you down on the bed, now.”
Ty’s voice was the key to his personality. With his choirboy looks, razor cut hair and fashion model clothes, he looked like the guy Brad Pitt envied. But his voice was what truly set him apart. The perfectly modulated velvet and steel voice that could make anything, Valerie was sure, sound reasonable. That must be what the devil sounded like. He wouldn’t breathe fire and smell of brimstone. He would speak beautifully and compellingly in well-modulated tones and she wouldn’t even consider resisting him.
Like she didn’t try to resist now. She just nodded and let them guide her to the bed. They lowered her carefully, the object invading her backside causing a pleasurable jolt to shoot up her spine as she rolled over it. Her legs they left hanging over the end of the big bed.
“There you go, babe. How do you feel?”
She saw two pairs of eyes watching her. So different, but alike in their intent. “Good. Amazing. Full.”
They exchanged a glance and their faces broke into identical smiles. Ty still wore his clothes, although his shirt hung open. Val could remember the feel of warm flesh pressing against her back while Dan put the clamps on her. As if reacting to her thoughts, her breasts shot a wave of fire through her tortured nipples. She closed her eyes and sighed as she surrendered to the feelings of perfect contentment.
“Dan.”
Valerie pried her eyes open enough to see Dan kneeling between her legs at the foot of the bed. Her legs were hoisted atop his brawny shoulders and the mouth that had made such expert love to hers descended on her pussy.
Devastating heat was devouring her. His tongue, so soft and mobile before, was hard now. It drove into her sopping channel, scooping up the juices that flowed so freely. Agile lips formed a seal around the knot of rope pressed over her throbbing clit and sucked. Within seconds a fireball of heat rolled over her and Val came harder than she ever had in her life.
Gradually, she became aware of the silence of the room. Picking up sounds of short, choppy breathing, Valerie matched them to the movements of her own heaving chest. She detected the earthy, musky scent of her own sex overlaying the background scents of the hotel room and the hum of a fan somewhere as the room heater kicked on. Appalled, Val realized that floral scent Carpet Fresh had just become her new favorite turn-on.
And then a click broke the silence and the plug in her ass began to hum.
* * * * *
God, he couldn’t wait much longer. Now that Dan had had his mouth on her and gotten a real taste of that sweet little pussy -- not just the tantalizing tease he’d gotten from his fingers -- he was dying to be inside her. He knew exactly how snugly that wicked-tight snatch would grab him. Grab hold and not let go until she’d wrung him dry.
“Hey, lover, don’t forget about me.”
Shit. He had forgotten. He’d been so into Valerie, he’d forgotten all about Tyler. But he guessed the erect cock two inches from his face was a good enough reminder. Dan looked up and saw that Ty was now as naked as he and Valerie. The soft glow of the room’s lamps was magic on his skin, highlighting the rippled muscle of his abs and the lean curve of his biceps. Their undercover assignment had included a lot of time at the gym and they were both in the best shape of their lives. Ty had never looked better.
“Why don’t you remind me, then?” Dan gave Val’s damp pussy a last kiss, scooping up as much of her juices as he could get. “Doll, hold my spot.”
Ty’s smile told him his partner was in a mood to make him pay. Closing the distance, Ty ran his hand through Dan’s hair, grabbing a handful. “Remember this?”
Nodding once, Dan took Ty’s cock in hand, holding him firmly at the base. There was a sheen of pre-cum coating the flushed head that Dan didn’t want to waste. He liked to savor that first taste, that slightly salty flavor that was unlike anything else. So instead of opening wide and swallowing him down, he used his tongue behind his lips and let Ty push against him, tasting pre-cum mixed with pussy juice.
Running his tongue around the corona, he found the sweet spot, the sensitive area behind the head that drove Ty crazy. He used his hand and his lips, coating Ty’s cock in a layer of Valerie’s juices. Jesus, his head just might implode from the turn-on of sucking cock that tasted like pussy.
“Fuck, yeah.” Pulling out of Dan’s mouth, Ty used his grip on Dan’s hair to direct him. “Now suck my balls -- both of ’em.”
Dan opened his mouth wide, sucking in the soft sacs, tonguing and rolling them around his mouth. He didn’t know what Ty had in mind, but he did know that much more of this and Ty would be going off like a rocket.
“Now my cock again.” This time Dan deep-throated him. Sucked him down up to the balls, his nose nuzzling the hairy base. But before he could swallow and really flip Ty’s switch, Ty pulled out again. “Damn, you do that good. Too good. We don’t want to be poor hosts and ignore our guest.”
Dan looked over to see how Valerie was handling the latest development. She had said she could handle seeing the two of them, but he’d die if he saw disgust in her eyes.
“Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop because of me.” She had propped herself up on one elbow to watch, while the other hand had snuck down between her legs, where she was languidly stroking herself. Dan looked into her dazed blue eyes and saw nothing but heat. “God, do you have any idea how freaking hot you are?”
Ty tapped his shoulder, handing him a condom. “Come on, Dan. We don’t want the lady saying we don’t know how to show her a good time.” The look in Ty’s eyes said he was okay with how things were going. More than okay. He was all over it. Ripping the plastic packaging with his teeth, Dan took the condom and, instead of covering his own cock, he covered Ty’s.
But first, he needed to kiss him. Taste him. Seal this deal they were making up as they went along. Dan could taste Ty, Valerie, even a little pre-cum if he really concentrated. It was an amazing kiss. Ty pulled away first, saying, “Don’t forget Val.”
Ty put the condom he’d intended for himself on Dan before nudging Dan to face the bed. “We’ve been down in the jungle too long. We’ve forgotten our party manners.”
Dan gave thanks for the fashion of thick mattresses with deep box springs. It set the bed up high enough that he wouldn’t have to cripple his back trying to reach Valerie. She looked like his every adolescent wet dream in the ropes as he bent over her. A dozen different scenarios crowded into Dan’s head of things he’d like to do with her.
She looked fucking amazing, with her hair all wild and those exotic eyes slitted in pleasure. He felt like a pig, a total wild animal, but he fought it. Dan wanted to hear from Val’s lips that it was as insanely, out-of-control hot for her as it was for him. “Hey, there. How you doing?”
“Spectacularly well, thank you. Now, is somebody finally going to fuck me?” Her cat-that-ate-the-cream smile did things to his insides. Dan liked being responsible for putting that look on her face and he’d like to do it repeatedly. They could work their way up to constantly.
“Don’t mind if I do.”
He started by dragging a pillow under her butt to give her just a little more el
evation -- not to mention what it would do for the angle. He spread the ropes that ran through the lips of her pussy and aimed his dick at the opening. It would either act as a sort of improvised cock ring and make him last longer, or it would give him a hell of a rope burn. Ah, what the hell was he thinking? They’d already had more foreplay than he’d had in years. As charged up and ready as he was, he’d be lucky if he lasted more than three strokes.
Standing at the foot of the bed, Dan changed plans, bracing himself with one arm and shoving the ropes aside to give his cock unimpeded access with the other. Val’s pussy was as hot and welcoming as he’d imagined. His good intentions of easing into her slowly went up in smoke faster than a dealer’s stash with the cops pounding at the door. He shoved in slowly at first, then ever more quickly as his dick got in and felt right at home. Welcomed. Dan stroked out as slowly as he could make himself, until just the head of his cock remained inside. Then, almost as slowly, he began to stroke back in.
“Oh, Dan.” She breathed his name on a sigh and Dan had to clamp down on his thoughts to keep from coming. Jesus, she was sweet.
His every thrust forced a whimper from her lips, while the outward strokes had her groaning her pleasure. Dan’s gaze was drawn irresistibly to the spot where the dark hair of his groin met the gingery brown curls of Val’s thatch. Then running from the point of contact up her beautiful, bound body, her breasts plumping nicely from either side of the rope diamond that separated them. Her little pink tongue emerged to lick delicately along her upper lip as her eyes closed and a luxuriant smile spread across her face.
Hands at Dan’s waist took hold, impeding the momentum of his plunging hips.
“Hold on. Something’s missing from this picture.” Ty.
* * * * *
Condom on and already well-greased, Ty’s cock rested against the puckered opening of Dan’s ass. Taking more lube in hand, he massaged it in teasingly, feeling the quiver of powerful muscles beneath his hands. Dan had paused at Ty’s first hand-hold and now waited, poised above Valerie, his head slightly cocked to one side.
Ty flexed his hips a little and pressed forward, enjoying those first sweet millimeters as his cockhead breached the surrounding ring of muscles. A soft exhalation from Dan was the only sound that answered Ty’s slow, inexorable invasion until his hips met the hard curves of firm ass cheeks.
So fucking good!
He lived for that first thrust completed. So tight. So hot and dark. The feel of his hips snugged up tight against Dan’s ass. Good God, it was sweet. It never got old, the thrill it gave him to be buried to his balls inside Dan the Boy Scout -- Dan loving every thick inch of him. It appealed to Ty’s appreciation of the ironic. Danny looked so wholesome and all-American, wouldn’t they all be shocked?
“Oh, my God. Ty. Dan…” Valerie was tossing her head now, forcing her eyes open, only to moan and close them again. As though what she was seeing turned her on unbearably.
Feeding the fire, Ty held on tight with both hands and ground in a little. He needed to taste, though. Dan was so damn tall, Ty couldn’t reach the shoulder or neck that he wanted, so he kissed, then licked and bit, the broad curve of muscle where back widened into shoulder.
Ty pulled out slowly, coaxing a groan of pleasure from Dan. Danny pulled back, as well, and Ty figured he must be nearly pulling out of Val. Then, in the hottest, kinkiest version of Crack The Whip he’d ever played, Ty pushed back in, causing a chain reaction: Ty into Dan, Dan into Val, Val hanging on to the bed cover by her fingernails.
It all became a blur of movement and sensation after that. Ty sawing in and out of Dan, two handfuls of hot skin and his cock connecting them. Dan grunted as he took it, transmitting the motion through his own cock and arms to Val. And Val, who looked like she might die and ascend straight into heaven after having expired from sheer pleasure. All three of them calling encouragement to one another, grunting and cursing. “Oh. Oh, sweet.” “Do it!” “Harder!” “Fuck, yeah!” All tangled up together, inextricably entwined, a writhing, sweaty mass of incandescent sex.
Dan came first, in short, wicked thrusts, his hips pounding into Val. Ty couldn’t say whether it was the spasms of Dan’s anus, gripping him hot and hard like a clenching fist, or the sight of Valerie, her torso twisting, nearly coming up off the bed as a second powerful orgasm ripped through her. But Ty went off in jagged, arrhythmic thrusts, collapsing on Dan -- the pair of them like a couple of dominos falling into Valerie’s warm embrace.
Chapter Six
Valerie woke later to a warm hand cradling her breast and lips caressing her shoulder as she lay on her side, tired to the bone. She had a right to be exhausted. Her day had started about twenty hours earlier and included a full day’s work at an insanely busy time of year. But she had had the night of her life, before falling asleep between two devastatingly hot men -- her wildest fantasy for as long as she could remember.
Not knowing if it was Ty or Dan, Val brought her own hand to cover the one at her breast. Pressed it closer until their two hands were mashing her flesh against her body. Clever fingers toyed with the nipple, pinching and teasing it until it rose to attention. Valerie purred in contentment and decided that it was probably Ty’s hand, Ty’s lips, and Ty’s body that had interrupted her sleep. Already her body seemed able to tell the difference between the two.
She ran her leg down the shin of the rough male leg that was insinuating itself between hers. The hand abandoned her breast to roam further afield, exploring the area between her legs. Wondering how her body had begun responding even while still asleep, Val nevertheless recognized that her body was already preparing to be conquered again.
And why not? Val couldn’t imagine a day when having two gorgeous men, both hot for her -- available for her sexual pleasure -- would become routine. Maybe millionaires got used to having more money than they knew what to do with. And maybe someday it would be no big deal to be the only female in a male-male-female threesome. But she didn’t think so.
Persuasive fingers urged her to open her legs and Val complied automatically. Stacking one leg on top of Ty’s for support, she spread herself as much as the position allowed. Unable to move much, Val couldn’t help the undulations of her body as she tried to meet the firm hand that stroked so knowledgeably over her swollen clit.
She wanted to grab this night and wring every ounce of pleasure she could from it. Knowing that Dan and Ty would be gone in a day or two, Val intended to sample everything they offered. She would go back to the drab tedium that was her life as a customer service rep for a phone company owned and operated by Satan soon enough.
The hand stroking her clit was now sliding a finger into her already -- or was it still? -- damp core. Valerie yawned and stretched like a cat, arching her back and feeling an impressive erection nudging her backside. Rolling to her back as much as the limited space allowed, Val turned back to affirm that it was indeed Ty who was the owner of the divine hand. Inching closer, Val hooked a leg over Ty’s lean, muscular hip and arranged her lower body to align with Ty’s cock.
After retreating momentarily, Ty returned, this time wearing a condom, and began immediately probing for entrance to her body. While his cock nudged emphatically at the opening of her slick channel, he took her face in his hands, whispered her name, and then kissed her like a starving man.
Sweet, like peppermint. The random thought skittered across her consciousness like a bug across water as she kissed him back and tasted mint and Ty. His tongue delved deep and Val wondered if Ty felt the urgency, too, because he drank from her mouth with a feverishness that said he knew he might never get the chance again.
Couldn’t he tell? How could he not know that she was theirs to take? They had claimed her when they had taken her and now Val could no more deny them than she could stop the sun or moon from rising.
Ty’s cock slid into her with an air of presumption that took Val’s breath away. Like a gunslinger slapping open the saloon doors, he came into her like he owned the pl
ace and dared anyone to say differently. After settling in he began stroking into her at an urgent pace. Even in the pitch black of the hotel room she could feel the force of his personality.
There was something undeniably appealing about feeling irresistible. As though, even though they had made love already and everyone had been satisfied, he had not gotten enough -- might never get enough. He had to have her now and waiting until they’d all gotten more sleep was beyond imagining.
Nerve endings tingled and Ty lit little fires throughout her body with the intensity of his lovemaking. Her breasts, her hands, everywhere their bodies touched. Her pussy. Val didn’t doubt that she was the focus of every bit of his energy and it was intoxicating. His hands held hers pinned to the bed and all she could do was use her legs to drive herself up to meet his feverish thrusts and grunt with the force of the impact when their bodies met.
“Okay, this time you definitely started without me.”
Dan’s voice tickled her ear as he edged closer. Better and better. If she only had this one night Val wanted every minute of the full experience she could get. Ty by himself was more exciting than any experience she’d ever had before today. When Dan joined the equation the hotness factor increased exponentially.
After cupping her breast in one big hand, calloused fingers went to work on one nipple. Fingertips pinched and squeezed, their roughened surfaces abrading the tender skin there and creating magical sensations. The connection between her breasts and her core sent what felt like little jolts of electricity through her body, all ending in her clit. They only added to the excitement as Ty’s thick cock rubbed delightfully over her G-spot.
A warm mouth replaced the fingers at her breast and a big hand palmed one half of her butt. Val gave up chasing an orgasm, wrapped her legs around Ty’s waist, and let the waves of sensation carry her away. When one well-oiled finger found the opening of her backside and pushed its way in, the towering release she’d been seeking found her.
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