She pushed a button and put the phone to her ear. “This better be good. Where the hell are you?”
“At O’Hare. I just got back.”
“Oh.” His voice had cracked, as if he wasn’t quite sure what to say next. She saw no need to bail him out. She waited, flexing her hips slightly against Ron.
“Can I come over? I’d like to see you. I need to talk with you.”
“It’s getting late. You didn’t seem to have much to say when you left two weeks ago. Can’t it wait till morning?”
“I’d really like to talk with you tonight.” He paused.
She heard his sigh over the phone.
“I’d really like to start where we left off. I’ve done a lot of thinking these past two weeks.”
“So you want to come over and pick up from where we left off. When we were still talking.”
“Yes. I can make it up to you—but I need to see you.”
“Okay.” Kitty pursed her lips and then broke into a smile. “We’ll start where we left off. I’ll have the downstairs open. When you get here, let yourself in, lock the door and come up to my bedroom. I’ll be waiting for you. My pussy is already wet,” she purred. “You might be thinking about that, and also about how I might exact a little payback from you. Bye,” she said abruptly, not wanting to prolong their discussion about the night’s activities.
She giggled when she looked back at Ron, who was shaking his head.
“You can be a very nasty girl, Kitty Paige.”
“Don’t you know it?”
“Do you want me to leave?”
She tipped her pelvis and teased him subtly. “Of course not. You remember our night with Tom?”
Smirking, Ron flexed in and out of her pussy. “Do you think I’ll ever forget that night?”
“I hope not.” She placed her hands on his chest. “Now why don’t you pull out and save yourself until later? I have to go down and unlock the door.”
Ron rolled over onto his back with his full cock jutting toward the ceiling. Rising to her knees, Kitty squeezed his cock and kissed its tip. “Sorry, guy. You’ll get yours yet tonight, I promise.”
She crawled off the bed and stretched to her full height. She smiled down at Ron. “I’ve suddenly become quite famished—for a man-sandwich. I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”
She didn’t bother with a wrap as she left the bedroom to go down and unlock the main door. Her nipples couldn’t pebble more than they already had.
So he wanted back in her life. Had he decided he’d left prematurely? Did he really think she’d simply welcome him back with open arms?
She smirked. Actually, that was her plan. He might be a little surprised by that gesture, but he’d probably be even more surprised to discover she already had a cock buried in her ass.
She hoped Jared wouldn’t be shy meeting a stranger. Would he storm out of her bedroom?
If he did, she didn’t give a damn. If he wanted back, she’d have him on her terms or not at all.
She winced as she climbed the stairs. She hadn’t realized she’d allowed him to hurt her so. Why was she even toying with him?
Because she was angry, hurt and hot as hell. She missed his damn smirk, his bantering, and playing with his mustache. And his damn cock.
But it was payback time. She had no idea how long it might take for them to be even again. Would he play her game?
She chewed on her bottom lip and paused at the top of the stairs. Kitty glanced back at the unlocked door. She sure hoped he would. The opportunity for two cocks didn’t happen every week.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Softly, Jared closed Kitty’s entryway door behind him. He set his luggage down and called out, “I’m here.”
“Hurry up. I’m waiting.”
The strained sound of her voice made him smile—maybe she was as eager to see him as he was to see her.
He bounded up the stairs two at a time and slowed as he saw the soft light of the open bedroom doorway. He wet his lips, took a deep breath and entered.
“Jesus H. Christ.” The woman he loved lay on her back atop another man’s broad chest, with her arms and legs akimbo, baiting him and showing clearly that the man’s cock was buried to the hilt in her ass.
“Welcome back, lover,” Kitty purred, beckoning him with her fingers. “I’ve saved a special place for you.” She dipped a hand to her pussy, as if he might have any doubts. “Oh, forgive me for the oversight. Jared, this is Ron. Ron, this is Jared. I doubt if last names will be necessary.”
The young man flashed him a brief nod and Jared nodded automatically. He took a half step backward.
“If you walk out on me again, Jared, don’t bother coming back or calling. This is what I want. If you’re not man enough to play with me, then go fuck yourself.”
He shook his head. “Didn’t take you long to come up with a replacement.”
“I waited a week. Did you wait that long?”
“Barely,” he admitted. “Is this…” he waved his hand at her and the stranger, “supposed to shock me out of your life?”
She grinned and flexed her hips a little, sliding along the man’s cock. “You tell me.”
He reached for his belt and smiled when her eyes rounded. He pulled the belt out of its loops. “I should use this on you.”
“But you won’t,” she said confidently.
“How can you be so sure?” he said, pushing his boots off and then his pants and shorts. His cock sprang forward as if it had sniffed its favorite home.
“You might want to do a lot of things to me, but you don’t have a mean bone in your body. Now why don’t you bring that big fellow over her so I can get him wet?”
Was he too hung up on her to deny her? Or had he merely become jaded? He walked to the bed and watched her lick his length while he undid the buttons on his shirt and tossed it aside.
She held him with both hands and turned her head away from him. “Ron, why don’t you use a little more lube? We’re just about ready.”
Jared tried not to look too closely, but he saw enough to know that Ron, the ass man, was well hung. He hadn’t expected any less from Kitty. It was going to be a tight squeeze.
“You’re serious about this?”
“Of course I’m serious.” She arched an eyebrow. “I’ve been telling Ron ever since you called how much I’m hungry for a man sandwich.” She pulled back and narrowed her eyes. “I trust you can deliver.”
Jared tipped back his head and laughed. “Will you ever stop trying to challenge me? If our friend can do his part, and it looks like he can, we’ll get you well fucked.”
He peered down at the curious gray eyes next to Kitty. “Ron, I hope you’re not in a hurry. I want this woman begging before we completely satisfy her hunger. Agreed?”
“Absolutely,” Ron said. “I like a man who takes time with a woman.”
“Good. Maybe I’ll buy you a beer when we’re finished here.”
Jared got on the bed and chuckled when he caught sight of Kitty’s jaw dropping. Had she really thought she could get rid of him so easily? He’d already told her once she’d only be rid of him when he agreed. He grinned to himself. He couldn’t imagine anything she could do or say that was going scare him off.
He knelt between their legs and scooted forward. He dropped a kiss on her gaping pussy, and raised his head to wink at her. “Doesn’t look like you need much more foreplay.”
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Kitty cast a wary look at Jared. He seemed to be enjoying himself too much. She knew he’d been dumbfounded when he entered her room, but he’d clearly recovered and was trying to retake control.
She wet her lips as he rubbed his cock up and down her vulva. This was what she wanted, but they weren’t going to make her beg.
She tried not to wince when she felt the tip of his cock enter her portal. Ron, for his part, held perfectly still, letting Jared find his way. She swallowed as her vagina stretched trying to find room for this most recent intru
der.
Jared paused.
Kitty read concern in his eyes. At least, that was what she thought she saw. It was what she hoped she saw.
“You’re tight with one cock. Expand for me.”
“I’m trying, damn it. Give me a moment to adjust.” She clenched her teeth. “More.” She smiled as she felt more of him enter.
He paused. “You don’t have to take all of him.”
“The hell I don’t.” She thrust her pelvis, careful not to dislodge Ron. She took more of Jared and grinned broadly. She had indeed taken all of him—all of them, really.
“Nice,” she breathed, closing her eyes. “Two cocks can be an effort, but the payoff is tremendous.” She breathed deeply through her nose and turned to smile at Ron and then back at Jared. “Okay guys. Who wants to go first?”
“I thought,” Jared grunted, “you were the choreographer,”
“You’re right,” she said sweetly. “Thanks for reminding me.”
“Why don’t you begin, Ron? You were here first. And then Jared will follow. Take it easy,” she cautioned, “until we find our rhythm.”
“Oh, wow,” she groaned, keeping her gaze focused on Jared as Ron pulled partially out of her ass. He slid back in and then Jared withdrew, only to quickly refill her. “This is heavenly,” she murmured, pulling on her breasts. They repeated their moves, becoming smoother with each stroke. She clenched against both cocks. Her vision blurred. Christ, she was already coming.
She closed her eyes and heard Jared’s chuckle. She’d half expected him to stop to prolong her orgasm, but he didn’t.
“Oh my God,” she wailed. Neither man paused or even slowed. They continued plowing in and out of her steadily with little since of urgency. Her eyes snapped wide to see Jared nodding at her.
“I didn’t tell you what you’d be begging for. Remember, you were nearly dying of hunger for this.”
“She has a very sensitive clit,” Ron piped between laughs, reaching around for her sensitive flesh.
“I know,” Jared agreed, dropping a hand to her clit.
She gasped as the men silently sorted things out. Ron rubbed along the right side of her clit and Jared did the same on the left. She gulped for air. She gave up trying to hold back tears. There was no room for escape—her clit, her asshole, her pussy.
“And her nipples,” Jared added, leaning over to pull at one with his teeth and then the other.
She pounded his back with both fists but to no avail. Neither man paused. She panted. She wailed Jared’s name. She called for Ron to stop. They might as well have been wearing ear plugs.
She flowed so much both men had to be naturally lubricated with her juices. She focused on Ron in her ass. She clenched as tight as she could manage.
Ron growled in her ear, “I’m done, man. I can’t last any longer.”
Catching a second wind, Kitty grinned up at Jared. “That leaves you and me,” she moaned, feeling Ron’s limp cock fall out of her.
He nodded. “And we’ve only just begun, lady.”
She swallowed as he reared back and drove his cock deeper still, first to the left and then to the right. He didn’t slow.
“You can start begging any time.”
“I won’t.”
“You will.” His gaze bore into her. Ron didn’t assist him in any way. Jared’s hands were at her sides as he leaned forward and arched upward, deepening his penetration.
His cock and her pussy were in some sort of tug of war. Her eyes widened; she knew what he was searching for. “Oh hell,” she cried out, rolling her eyes to the back of her head. “I’m coming again. Jesus, stop. I’m coming.”
Relentlessly, he pounded her G spot. She saw stars. She blinked her eyes open.
“Say it,” he demanded. “Beg me to stop.”
She squealed. He wasn’t going to stop. She was one big orgasm. She giggled. He was fucking an orgasm. She’d gotten what she wanted. She held on. She raised a hand to slap him, but it fell to the bed.
He was endless energy running on adrenalin. “That’s it,” she called out. “Stop. I beg you, stop.”
He stopped immediately.
Her eyes sprang wide open as another orgasm teetered. “Once more,” she panted.
His laughter filled her ears. His smiled warmed her as he drove into her again. “That’s it,” she said trying to breathe through her open mouth. “That’s it.”
This time he pulled out of her and neither man tried to stop her when she slid away from them and curled into a ball. Shudders wracked her body. They darted from her pussy and from her asshole but they spread throughout. Not a single cell, not a single pore was left out. “What a fucking night,” she murmured to no one in particular. She wept tears of pleasure and joy.
She must’ve drifted, because when she stirred she was alone on the bed. Groggy, she rose to a sitting position to see Jared in a brown robe sitting in the cushion chair opposite the bed. Ron’s clothes were missing. He had an early morning coming up.
She settled back against the pillow, uncertain how the remainder of her morning would go, but she’d certainly had a tremendous night.
She wrinkled her nose and widened her eyes. “Do I smell coffee?”
“I took the liberty to make some. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course not. At least this time you stayed around to share it.” She moved back to a sitting position as he carried a steaming coffee mug to her. “I suppose you want to talk?”
His mouth crinkled into a smile. “Unless you have any other guys, or women, or any other kinky need to take care of first.”
“No,” she yawned and covered her mouth. “I can’t think of anything at the moment. You’re looking at a very exhausted but very satisfied woman. And if you were serious about your question, I’m not into women. I tried it couple times in my twenties. Nothing wrong with it, just wasn’t my thing.” She sipped her coffee. She yawned again and saw his white shirt on the floor next to his chair. “Would you toss me your shirt? I’m a little chilled.”
He tossed it to her without getting out of the chair. She poked her arms into the sleeves and buttoned the bottom two buttons. She knew she seldom looked sexier than when wearing a man’s shirt. And she definitely wanted to look and feel sexy. “So what do you want to talk about?”
“How are you?” he asked, with a twitch in his cheek. “Sore? Can you move?”
She flashed an eyebrow and ran a hand over her abs. “Damn, you were really cranking into me.”
He coughed. “Yeah, well I kind of lost control there for a bit.”
“Really?” She brightened. “I like that. So do I bring the best and the worst out of you?”
“You could say that.”
Jared looked like a sphinx sitting across from her. His legs, crossed at the ankles, belied an alertness she’d come to recognize as a sign he was about to surprise her. Maybe her best maneuver was to take the initiative. “You’ve met Ron. So tell me about the woman you were with in London.”
Jared remained passive. “It was in Amsterdam. I’ve known Maya for years.”
“It wasn’t your first time.”
“Hardly,” he snorted. “Maya is part Dutch and part Thai. She’s the person who first introduced me to the Thai silk scarf and how one might use it.”
“That was fun,” Kitty purred. “So did you talk to her about me?”
“Not on purpose.”
Kitty frowned. She watched his fingers curl into fists and then relax.
“It’s never happened to me before.” He squared his shoulders and stared hard at her. “I called her Kitty in the afterglow of lovemaking.”
Kitty jerked to a sitting position. “Really?” She wet her lips as he slowly nodded. “Wow.” She grinned broadly and pounded the mattress with her feet. “I can’t tell you what that does for a girl’s ego.”
“Yeah, well maybe not quite so much for the girl you’re with at the time. I felt like a jerk.”
“Poor boy,” Kitty cooed, h
ardly believing what he was saying. But his nonverbal discomfort gave her no reason to doubt him. So he hadn’t forgotten her, even with another woman. She felt a little shiver run up her spine—thrill? Or fear? She couldn’t tell. “What about Maya? How did she respond?”
“Oh, Maya is a gracious woman. She laughed it off as something that happens.”
“She wasn’t jealous? Doesn’t she want you for herself?” Kitty flinched, not sure where that last question had come from.
“No, to both questions. If and when Maya wants to take on a permanent partner, it’ll probably be a woman.” His cheeks colored a little. “I’m sort of an exception for Maya.”
Kitty stretched back out against the pillows and turned on her side to face him. She lifted her top leg and rested its foot on the knee of her lower leg, framing her pussy for him. “You do have your exceptional moments. So this Maya didn’t have any problems fucking you even after you called her Kitty.”
Jared’s lips thinned and his gaze worked slowly up her body from her toes to her smile. “Of course not. If anything, my faux pas energized her. Maya doesn’t think we’ll get back together again in that way.”
“Really?” She lowered her leg and drew her knees to her chest. “Why not?” She wasn’t at all sure she wanted to know, but she had to ask.
“Maya believes you have your claws in me and won’t let me go.”
“Me? Not true.” She smiled as best she could, fighting a stomach that churned like a cement mixer. She held up her hands and waved her fingernails at him. “I know I’ve scratched your back pretty good, but I don’t believe I drew blood. Does she think she’s a soothsayer? I don’t do it on purpose. I never know what I’m going to do when I’m hanging on that thin edge.”
“So maybe I bring the best and worst out of you, too.”
“Hmm. Perhaps. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.”
“But you haven’t had enough of me?”
She breathed through her nose, not trusting herself to open her mouth. He seemed determined to push them onto shaky ground. She shook her head cautiously.
“Good.” He smiled warmly. “That’s at least a start.”
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