by Sadie May
“Absolutely.” I gave them a wink, replaying the joke from last night. “I’ll see you guys later, okay? I’ve got to go to the mall.”
But Kyle gave a low growl. “If you think we’re letting our sex goddess go off to that teenage testosterone factory by herself--”
“She’s kidding, Kyle.” Eric grinned. “But since you mentioned shopping, I have some excellent ideas about what you might wear tonight.”
A sizzling started radiating out from my center. This was going to be fun.
The room was mostly dark as we waited. I had no idea this part of the house even existed but an old bookcase in the basement of my sorority house hid what I can only describe as a sex club.
Couches and beds were everywhere. There were private rooms and semi-private rooms, like this one, where others could watch.
A nervous excitement filled me. It was sexy and just a little scary. I wrapped my sweaty palms around my stomach.
Eric noticed first. He unwrapped my arms and replaced them with his strong ones. “You don’t have to do this,“ he murmured in my ear. “Totally your call. We’re good either way.”
“Absolutely, baby girl.” Kyle stepped up behind me. “If you want, we’ll take this show upstairs for a more private audience.”
My butterflies disappeared. With them next to me, wrapping me up, I could do anything. And I wanted everyone to see that. “No. I want to do this. We have the rest of our lives for private shows. Right now I want the world to know how amazing we are together.”
I felt them inhale. Their hands sliding down the silky lingerie we’d picked out earlier. “Oh sweetheart,” Eric murmured, pulling me into his arms. “I love that.”
“Baby girl,” Kyle breathed in my ear, stepping up behind me, his hands on my hips. “We’re gonna make it so good for you.”
Just then the lights brightened. I looked through the glass at the front of the room to see shadowy figures sitting before us, though their outline was all I could make out.
It made me wetter. Kyle kissed along my neck, his hand brushed my hair out of the way as his lips slid to my collarbone. “So soft,” he murmured.
I leaned back against Kyle and Eric hooked his finger on one spaghetti strap of my lingerie so that it fell down my arm, making a path for Kyle’s lips.
It also exposed the top of my breast, and Eric dipped his lips down to trail kisses along the soft skin.
I moaned, their lips making my pussy start to ache with need.
Kyle pushed the other strap and the lingerie fell to my waist, exposing my breasts. Eric dipped down to suck a nipple into his mouth and Kyle started trailing kisses down my back. I moaned as the pink tip tightened, my back arched to push my breasts towards him.
Kyle kissed the hollow of my lower back, his hands massaged my ass. Then he slid one hand between my legs to rub my pussy against my thong.
My hips gyrated back and forth, riding his hands as he rubbed faster. Eric’s mouth left my nipple to kiss down my stomach as he lifted my lingerie up so that it bunched around my waist. Then, in one quick movement, he sent it sailing over my head.
I was naked except for my thong and so turned on that I’d soaked it through. The crowd was shifting in their seats, I knew they find us hot and that made me even more turned on.
I was such a bad girl and I loved it. I could be anything with Kyle and Eric.
Eric hooked my thong with his fingers and pulled it down around my knees. His lips trailing down across my mound till he can lick my pussy.
Fire zings through me and I spread my legs as far as I could to give him access.
Kyle was still behind me and I felt his fingers spread my ass cheeks till I was wide open for him. He was on his knees too and his tongue darted out to lick my crack.
My vision blurred and I almost fell over. Eric’s hand reached out to steady me at the waist while Kyle ripped off the thong and spread me at the knees.
Both of their mouths were working me. I threw my head back, an orgasm like nothing I’ve ever felt building.
I forgot about the crowd, focusing only on them and what they were doing to my body. My eyes met Eric’s and I couldn’t hold on anymore. I cried out as my body shattered.
Gasping for breath, they both stood, holding me up.
Eric grabbed me around the waist and lifted me. “Put your legs around me, sweetheart.”
I did as he tells me, limp from the orgasm. As my legs lifted, he slipped inside of me and I came alive again, giving another moan. “You feel so good.”
I felt Kyle’s hard cock pressing against my ass. I wanted to feel him too. Turning back to him, I wrapped one arm around his neck. “I want you inside of me.”
His eyes darkened, his lips finding mine in an intense kiss. “Are you sure?”
With a nod, I removed my arm and took a deep breath as his hands spread my ass cheeks wider. His thick head pressed against my tiny opening and for a second I panicked, but then he whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry baby girl, I would never hurt you.”
Eric’s arms tightened around me and I relaxed. I was safe with them. With a nod, Kyle pushed into me, slowly, carefully as Eric stilled to allow him access.
It burned at first but Eric began kissing me to distract me. As he slides in further a fullness I never even imagined made my body tingle with need.
I knew they were watching as I took both my men inside of me and that spurred me on. I pushed down a little till they were both fully inside of me and I felt like the sex goddess they named me as they both groaned.
I loved that I could take them both, love dthat the crowd was watching and I moaned as Kyle slipped out then pushed back in while Eric countered his movements.
My eyes rolled back and I arched my back, wanting more of them. In and out they pumped, our bodies gyrating together till I could barely stand it.
A keening wail of pleasure erupted from my throat, my body shaking as an orgasm built. Both Eric and Kyle moaned, their own pleasure building.
Their hands touched me everywhere and I couldn’t take it, I exploded around their cocks, my whole body tightening, gripping their rods and holding them deep inside of me.
It’s all they needed to send them both over the edge and I heard them groan out their orgasms.
Both of them were still inside me as we collapsed into a heap on the couch at the back of the exhibition room.
They kissed me everywhere, murmuring words of love, soothing me with their hands. I closed my eyes, the biggest smile on my face. I was so lucky to have them both.
The door cracked open and I could hear the crowd, their excited murmurs. Clearly, they approved.
Missy stepped in, her eyes gleaming. “That was hot. I mean holy shit.” She looked us over. “I didn’t think you had it in you, newbie.” She looked like she wants to say more. I saw the way her eyes were drifting over us, like she’d like to join in. But that wasn’t going to happen. It was the three of us. No one else.
With a nod, I waved her away. “Thanks. If you’ll excuse us…” I let my words drift off.
Eric gave me a wink, his body pressing closer, hiding me from view. Kyle did the same from the back. This was our time now.
Epilogue
I held my final grades in my hand, a huge grin across my face. My GPA a solid 4.0. It really helped to have a couple of TAs for study buddies.
It was even better to have them in my bed. Or in their bed. Maybe a couch or a desk, a countertop would do in a pinch.
Honestly, we’d fucked our way across campus.
But it was more than that. They meant it when they said it was only me. I’d never even seen them look at another woman and that’s with my naughty sisters parading around and fucking everything in sight.
Eric approached from behind and looked at my grades over my shoulder. “Congratulations.” He dropped a kiss on my neck.
Kyle stepped up to my other side. “That is amazing.”
“We should celebrate,” I giggled as I spoke. “I’m tryi
ng to think, what could we do?” One of my fingers taps]ped my chin as my other hand rested on my hip. It was a pose meant to drive them crazy and it worked. I felt them moving closer, their breathing becoming shallow.
“A movie?” Eric grinned.
Kyle chuckled, “Board game?”
A couple of guys walk by and their eyes linger on me. In their defense, I am playing sexy right now.
But both Eric and Kyle straightened, their eyes hardening.
“Relax,” I whispered, giving them a grin. “You know two guys is enough for me.”
Kyle relaxed first, and he pulled my body close to his. “I love you, baby girl.”
Eric presseed in on the other side. “Me too.”
“I love you both too,” I said with another grin. “Now why don’t you both show me how much you care.” Grabbing both their hands, I started pulling them toward their apartment.
It was closer.
About the Author
Sadie May is the pen name and alter ego of a USA Today bestselling romance novelist. While her other pen name gets all the glory, Sadie May has all the fun.
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The Naughty Tease
Prologue
My legs were spread wide as I perched on the railing in the stairwell, my back pressing against the cinderblock wall of the club.
James was between my thighs, pressing his hard cock against my wet panties, grinding against me until we were both groaning. Adam was to his left. The tricky devil had already managed to undo my blouse and was sucking on one nipple as his free hand teased the other.
The music was still playing overhead but it was just a matter of time before the current band came offstage and discovered us.
Was it wrong that the thought of being discovered only made me hotter? I didn’t care. Right or wrong, I was far past caring.
I fumbled with the fly of James’s jeans. I needed it and I needed it now. Adam too. Before this night was over I’d have them both inside me, the way I’d been dreaming about.
Who said dreams never did come true?
Whoever it was had never met me.
“Morgan, wait,” James said, his hand moving over mine. “We should go somewhere for privacy.”
I ignored him, too distracted by Adam’s mouth moved over my tits. My head dropped back in ecstasy as he used his teeth to lightly tease my nipple. My hips jerked forward, seeking the firmness of James’s cock for relief.
“I don’t need privacy,” I said. “I need to be fucked by the two of you.”
James looked stunned. “Holy shit, she’s serious.” He turned to look at Adam who was too busy with my breasts to take notice. “Dude, she wants to fuck us both.”
Now he was getting it. It may have taken me a while to figure out just exactly what it was I needed, but now that I knew, there was no way I was walking away from my fantasies, not when they’d just come to life.
I grabbed James by the edge of his pants and pulled him forward, releasing his cock as I did. “I told you from the start that I’d have my way with you, didn’t I?”
He let out a short laugh of disbelief but by the way his eyes glazed over he reached to pull down my panties, I knew I had him. There was no way he’d walk away from me now. Not again.
Adam helped him with the panties and I ordered him to unfasten his pants too. Both of my men were going to get some tonight and I couldn’t wait. Because I would make out the best of all. I’d have my cake and eat it, too.
James drove his cock into me in one hard thrust, filling me up and making me moan. I pulled back just long enough to grin up at him as I arched my hips to take him deeper. “Tell me, James, still think I’m a tease?”
Chapter 1
Earlier that day….
My housemates blamed it on senioritis and maybe that’s what it was—this insatiable need for more. Nothing was enough. I was the girl who had everything but I felt like I had nothing.
Call me selfish, call me spoiled. I probably was. But that didn’t change the fact that I was suffering from a severe case of boredom.
“What you need is a man.” My friend Missy was sitting at my vanity in her bra and panties, helping herself to my makeup while I lounged on my bed. We were hosting a party tonight, as usual. After that we were hosting one of the afterparties we’d become known for in our little secret club we’d created.
I might have been a senior but I didn’t start the tradition. Some lovely woman many years ago had the bright idea that the girls of our sorority deserved better than one night stands with fraternity assholes who didn’t know how to work a clit. Whoever that fantastic woman was, she paved the way for all the girls of our sorority. She and her friends were the ones who created the underground sex club and they’d come up with the idea of videotaping the participants for mutually assured destruction.
That meant that all the faculty members, local business owners, and anyone else we found worthy enough to invite was held to the same secrecy standards. If one of us went down we all went down in a blaze of pussy-eating glory.
A hidden door led to the rooms we liked to call the dungeon, though it really wasn’t scary. If anything, it was a safe haven. It was a place for the good girls of our sorority house to let loose and explore their sexuality, something which I’d done with abandon my first three years here.
But now I was older, and though I may not have been any wiser, I was a hell of a lot more experienced. I’d long since learned to embrace my sexuality in our little club. I’d learned what I liked and didn’t like, mainly from older men with a wealth of experience under their belts, but also from my fellow housemates who were always up for a little experimentation.
But this past semester I’d stopped sleeping around with random men. I figured out that what really turned me on during our private club nights was being watched. I also still enjoyed a good romp with my housemates. We’d turned gangbanging into a form of house bonding and it fucking rocked.
I got off on teaching newbies how to pleasure themselves and nothing was hotter than watching a virgin have her first orgasm thanks to my wicked tongue skills. I’m not a total Mother Theresa. I got as good as I gave. Pretty sure every girl in this house has licked my pussy at one point or another.
Maybe I took advantage of the perks of being an upperclassman. Sue me. I didn’t care and I never heard any of the freshmen complaining. Every one of those girls learned something during those experiences. Some of them learned how to pleasure another, while others learned what turned them on. And learning was what college was all about, right?
Still, this was my final semester and the thought of heading down to another party just didn’t excite me the way it used to. I outright dreaded the first part of the night when I’d be expected to flirt with the dull frat boys from across the road. Then when that was over I’d watch my sisters get their kicks. They’d be getting up to all the sexual tricks I used to love—riding that strict professor until he begged for mercy, getting spanked by that tutor who reminded you of your best friend’s older brother. Basically, living out their wildest fantasies.
But what happened when your wild fantasies were no longer a fantasy? What happened when you were bored with sex parties and orgies and living your raunchiest dreams?
According to Missy, you got a man.
I rolled my eyes. Getting a man had never been my issue. Not to brag, but I was hot. I may not have been classically pretty—my features were striking, that’s what guys always said when they wanted to get on my good side.
But it was true. I had sharp, angular features that gave me an exotic allure. Add to that my wild tumble of dark curls and sexy curves and I had more sex appeal than most girls could dream of.
So no, I never lacked for a man. Not when I wanted one. But I didn’t want one. None of our regular club visitors were doing it for me these days. And the thought of another faceless, random man sticking his cock in me just didn�
��t have the allure it used to.
I tried to explain that to Missy and she turned around to face me with her jaw hanging open. “Oh my God.” She sounded so stunned, I felt like I missed something.
“What? Why are you staring at me like that?”
Her lips curved up in a silly grin and she let out a high-pitched giggle. “Oh my God, Morgan Feeny wants a boyfriend.”
I gasped with outrage and shock and shot up from the bed. “No I don’t. What are you talking about?”
Shit, she’d just insulted the hell out of me. Everyone knew I didn’t do relationships. I didn’t believe in them. I sure as hell didn’t believe in love—show me any evidence that the ridiculous gushy emotion was real and maybe I’d be convinced. I knew better. Orgasms were real, love was for gullible idiots. It was just hormones mixed with naïve emotions that led to a feeling of need that left a woman at the mercy of a man.
Hell to the no. That wasn’t for me.
Missy knew that better than anyone which was probably why she was laughing so hard at the very idea. She came to stand in front of me, a living, breathing Barbie doll with her blonde hair and perfect perky tits. “I’m serious. You don’t want the no-strings anymore, and that’s totally cool. But my guess is, our little Morgan is finally ready for a grown up sex life.” She leaned toward me and stood on tip toes so she was close to eye level. “And you know what that means?” she taunted. Lowering her voice, she whispered, “Relationship.”
Little bitch. She knew how much I hated that word. To make her stop laughing, I reached out and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her up against me so her breasts were pressed against mine. Clad only in her lacy underwear, Missy was the cause of wet dreams for every guy on campus. And right now she was biting her lip as she rubbed herself against me.
I was wearing a thin robe and the friction had my nipples hardening against hers as my pussy grew wet.
This was one of the best parts of living in a sorority house that embraced sexuality. All of us girls were always game for a good time.
