by Vivian Lux
I buried my face in between her legs, filling my lungs with the scent of her even as her taste filled my mouth. She was alternating between these low moans and sharp little yapping shrieks and the fact that she was so wildly uninhibited had me ready to push her even farther,
"Another one now," Finn urged from above me. Like he read my fucking mind.
His voice was tight and strained. I did what he said, because I wanted to do it anyway, and Bee rewarded us both with a wild animal groan unlike anything I thought she was capable of.
Hot damn, this little baker-girl wasn't so sweet and innocent after all.
I moved my tongue faster now, in rhythm with my fingers.
"Do you want to come, Bee?" Finn growled from above me.
"Yes," she gasped, and my cock twitched in my pants as I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers.
"I want you to hold out a little longer," Finn said. I pulled my head back to watch how he had her pinned, his forehead pressed to hers. I moved my thumb over her clit and felt the answering clutch of her pussy and groaned out loud.
"Try not to come as Jackson's fingers fuck you," Finn commanded. "Can you do it?"
I moved my fingers faster and she arched upward. "No..." Bee groaned.
"Would you try?" Finn asked. His words were gentle and cajoling but his voice was pure steel. "For me?"
"For us," I corrected.
"Fuck her with your tongue," he replied.
I nodded and moved my head downward, slipping my tongue into that sweet heat, as I brushed my thumb against her clit. "Tease her," Finn urged me. "Make her beg."
She groaned as I brushed my finger across her slickness, and the way she arched her hips had me like diamond in my pants.
She was dripping wet and needy, so ready her pussy was swollen. "Oh please," she gasped.
"Please what?" asked Finn.
"Please, let me come!" she begged.
I paused for a moment and looked up at her face. Then I glanced over at my best friend and saw something I'd never seen before in his eyes. A danger, lurking there underneath that put-together façade.
I couldn't help but smile when I saw it. Seems like I'd been underestimating the guy all these years. "What do you think?" I asked him.
He nodded at me. "Make her come."
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Bee
I always thought that I knew what an orgasm felt like.
After all, I'd been married Zach for six whole years. Every Friday night, he'd come home from drinking with his buddies and flop on top of me. And I'd feel a nice little flush, and certain pleasure that came from being close to the man I thought I loved and who I erroneously assumed loved me.
And then he'd be pumping away up there, asking if I'd come yet with gritted teeth and unfocused eyes. He was waiting for his turn, like a gentleman, so I always told him yes, and I thought I was telling the truth.
All at once, I realized I'd been lying the whole time.
My breath caught in the back of my throat in an involuntary hitching gulp and I suddenly felt myself propelled upward as something like fireworks exploded inside of my body. My eyes flew open and I opened my mouth in a soundless scream as one explosion after another sizzled up my spine. I felt my eyes widening in shock as I realized what was happening. My first orgasm, ever, but in the next second I didn't care about anything anymore. There were no more thoughts left in my brain to even consider what I was experiencing.
There was no more wondering about what the hell I was doing here with these two men as they went about playing some sort of dangerous game.
There was no more wondering why I was so eager and ready to join in.
Because when the white-hot heat scorched through me, I could only let my head fall back and give myself over to the sensation, the crackling of lightning that burned through my skull.
"Oh my God," I gasped, babbling like a fool. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God." I was certain I'd never be able to say anything else, ever again. Even as Finn's arms caught me close, Jackson was still working me over, sending my pulse into overdrive. I arched so high off the table that I slipped downward, impaling myself on Jackson's fingers which sent another shock wave through my body, the tsunami of sensation washing over me and still I babbled, "oh my God, oh my God, oh my God."
"Fuck," Finn said, rather eloquently.
Jackson stood up slowly. "You should taste this," he told Finn. My face reddened when I saw the state of his darkly shadowed jaw, stubble shining slick with my juices.
Finn wavered in place, then looked down at me, then back up at Jackson. I couldn't guess what he was thinking from the inscrutable expression on his face, but clearly Jackson could. The corners of his glistening mouth curved upward in a smile. "Not like I have cooties dude," he said.
"Fuck it," Finn said, dropping to his knees in front of me.
I hissed to feel his mouth on me so soon after Jackson's. I felt swollen, tender. My nerves still jangled. Jackson cupped my face, tilting my head up so that my eyes met his. "My sweet girl," Jackson said in that rumbling, teasing voice. "Maybe you're not too sweet for me after all..."
I opened my mouth to answer smartly back, but my breath was stolen by whatever it was that Finn was doing down there. I hissed again and looked down see his blond head between my legs, eyes closed as if in bliss.
All at once I remembered all the times that Zach had gone down on me.
Twice. In six years of marriage.
He told me he didn't like it.
But these two guys? Not only did they seem to like it, they seemed to absolutely fucking worship it. There was no other word for what Finn was doing to me other than devouring me, licking, lapping, sucking, and kissing me as if I was some sort of delicious meal laid out in front of him. As the heat began to build at the base of my spine, I looked up to see that Jackson was watching this time, his arm moving strangely. I looked again to see that he was touching himself, stroking over the crisp white pants of his uniform.
And something inside of me, it broke wide open to see the naked desire on his face as he watched Finn pleasure me. It was so fucking sexy to see it that my senses overloaded, and suddenly I was coming again, different from before, this one harsh and hot and tearing through me like wildfire, burning me from the inside out until I was certain I was nothing more than a pile of ashes.
"Were you done?" Finn said, standing up, wiping his mouth and turning to Jackson.
"Not even by half," Jackson growled.
Finn nodded, his lips curling into a dangerous smile. He turned and looked me in the eye. "Bee," he said. "Jackson's going to fuck you now. Okay?"
I licked my lips looking between the two of them. How was this happening?
I opened my mouth to ask that very question, but the word that came out instead was, "Yes."
Jackson moved around me with alarming speed, already unbuttoning his shirt. I sat up straighter as he dropped it unceremoniously to the floor and yanked his undershirt over his head.
"Holy shit," I squeaked.
He paused and grinned up at me. "Glad you're happy," he said, with a devilish arch to his eyebrow.
Happy wasn't the word. Absolutely gobsmacked would be the closest word I'd use to describe the complete awe that washed over me when I saw his naked torso for the first time. His dark skin was perfectly smooth, stretched over well-defined muscles that seemed to dance under his skin. There was a pool of dark hair between his pecs and his nipples were tiny and dark and made me think of chocolate kisses and suddenly I was licking my lips without realizing.
Jackson slid his pants down over his narrow hips and my eyes bulged when his cock sprang free. It was long and thick, with a wide head the same shade of deep purple as an eggplant.
And he'd served me eggplant just a few minutes ago. Apparently, between the chocolate kisses and the eggplant I was really hungry. Hungry for him. The thought made me giggle, and when he heard me, he raised a dark eyebrow. "You'd better not be laughing at it, sweetheart," he said in a low voi
ce.
"I'm not," I started to say, but my words were stolen away in a gasp as he pressed up against my entrance, sliding against my slick lips to brush against my clit.
The feel of him, hard yet silky against me, slippery with the slickness of me wanting him, made me go boneless. My head fell back as he teased my entrance, kissing my neck with rough, sucking kisses until I could do nothing more than moan. "I'll teach you to take this seriously," he murmured against my neck, his lips brushing my skin deliciously. "This is serious fucking business, Bee."
"Shit," I gasped, as the thick, wide head of his cock slid inside of me, no more than an inch. I felt my whole body tense as if my pussy was trying to draw him up inside me.
Above my head, Jackson glanced at Finn, pausing halfway inside of me. I twisted my head to see what had caught his attention, and when I saw Finn's expression, my stomach dropped. His eyes were wide, his jaw muscle strained and clenched. He nodded, looking down to where Jackson's cock was half inside me.
"Yes," he said. "Fuck her."
Jackson plunged inside of me. In one smooth, deep thrust, he had me impaled, filling me up and stretching me like I'd never been stretched before. "Oh my God," I gasped, my head falling back again. Finn caught me, cradling my head in his hands and kissing me in time with Jackson's thrust. "Holy shit, girl," he gasped and his voice was a ragged, desperate thing. "Holy shit."
"I want..." I gasped, as Jackson's thrusts wrenched little yelps of ecstasy from my lips. "Ah! Ah! I want!"
"Yes!" Finn breathed, his lips murmuring against mine. "Whatever you want, I'll give it. Whatever you need, you have it. I swear to fucking Christ, Bee, you're killing me here."
"I want..." I gasped. "I want you. Too."
Finn caught his breath in a long, slippery inhale.
Jackson pulled back, pumping in short, shallow strokes as Finn laid me down flat on my back on the table. I could see Jackson watching, his eyes so dark they were nearly black, as Finn slid down his pants. When his cock bobbed free, I licked my lips. I couldn't help myself. It was thick and curved, the head rosy pink, and wide. And then I saw it. "Pierced?" I gasped.
"Pierced?" Jackson echoed, sounding amused.
Finn shrugged. "I like the way it feels," he growled, as he slid that rosy pink head between my lips. "Oh fuck, but I like the way this feels way more."
When I laved my tongue over Finn's cock, Jackson groaned, and all at once his rhythm changed. He growled and began to fuck me hard, in long, slow, deep strokes. He lifted my knees up over his shoulders to drive himself deeper inside of me in hard, punishing thrusts.
I was yelping and moaning, sounds I'd never heard coming out of my mouth before were now the only sounds I seemed to be capable of making. It was all so completely new, so completely overwhelming that before I even started to suck Finn's cock, I was overcome.
I pulled my head back, and screamed out a rough, ragged scream that I only just learned I was capable of making. As I screamed, Finn seized hold of me, cradling my head and shoulders and pushing me down on Jackson's cock, so that each thrust was harder and harder, splitting me open in the best way possible until my cries died away in an incoherent babble.
"Turn her around," Finn commanded. It was amazing how he seemed to know exactly what I wanted.
Jackson pulled out, spinning me around so that I was on my stomach. "Let me see that pussy," he growled, grabbing me and lifting me by the hips until I was up on my knees. The cool air hit my swollen pussy, making me feel wildly exposed, but when he slid his tongue into my aching slit, I lost all inhibition.
After the deep thrusts of his cock, the shallow lapping of his tongue felt almost inadequate. But when he began to move it, swirling around my swollen entrance before sliding across my clit, I started going crazy.
I rocked back and forth on my hands and knees like a wild thing. "Dear God, man," Finn rumbled. "Have mercy on the poor girl and fuck her. She needs it. Look at her. She's trying to fuck herself on your tongue right now." Finn slid his hand down my cheeks, cupping my chin with his fingers and tilting it upward, watching me.
As Jackson's cock slid back inside of me, I moaned in relief. "God," Finn gasped. "Look at you. Your eyes roll back in your head when you get fucked well, did you know that?" I looked down, and my eyes widened when I saw that he had his heavy cock in his fist, stroking himself as he watched me get fucked from behind. "Each time he slams into you, you gasp," Finn said, breathless. "I love seeing you get fucked, Bee." His hand was moving faster now, as Jackson gripped me tighter. "You have to come again," Finn exhaled sharply. "I want to watch you while you come, and I want to come while I see your face."
"Shit girl," Jackson gritted. "Get there. I'm so close." His fingers slid around, catching the tiny buzzing nub of my clit, dancing there, driving me closer and closer to the brink. Finn watched me, breathless and entranced by whatever it was he saw on my face, and the full force of their attention was directed on me, shining like a spotlight that made me feel like a star. My breath caught. "Yes," Finn rasped, and suddenly I was shouting again.
He stood up, fist pumping furiously, and all at once he was coming too, his own shouts drowning out mine as he spilled himself into his hand, and at the same time, Jackson's fingertips gripped my hips tight, digging into my flesh. He thrust into me so hard I saw stars, and spent himself deep inside of me while both men roared out my name.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Finn
When our voices died away, there was no more sound. The whole restaurant was eerily silent, not even the click of the air-conditioning system, or the sound of the wind outside interrupted the heavy silence that filled my ears. The only sound was the ragged breathing of three sets of lungs as all of a sudden, we realized what we had just done.
Somehow I was able to wrench my eyes away from the work of art that was a freshly fucked Bee, and glance in the direction of Jackson.
He was watching me, warily, unsure as to what to make of all this now that it was over. His lip curled up in a slow, tentative, cautious smile.
I took a breath, and then gave him a nod. We'd deal with how it happened... later. With what had happened... later.
For now, it was only Bee that mattered.
And right now, she wasn't looking all that great.
"Oh my God," she exhaled, so quietly I don't think she realized she'd even said it. Her face went pale as she whispered again in quiet panic, "Oh my God."
"Hey," I said, moving to reach for her.
But she yanked her arm away before I could grab it. Glaring at me, she slid from the table and padded barefoot over to where her clothes had fallen in a heap. Her face went from pale to flushed bright red as she looked at her shirt, then resolutely yanked it over her naked breasts without even bothering with her bra.
"Bee," Jackson said, the care in his voice tugging at my heart for some strange reason.
But she turned sharply, fire blazing in her eyes. And she opened her mouth and said, "No."
There was only the sound of breathing again, but this was different. It was the sound of her anger as her breathing grew faster and faster. Like she was getting ready to run for her life.
I held my hands up, desperate to stave off whatever it was that was happening in her brain. "We didn't do anything wrong here," I pointed out judiciously.
Her eyes flashed. "Oh sure. You didn't," she burst out. "Two guys? Scoring with the same girl?" A wild, mirthless laugh escaped her throat. "Well! You're just a couple of studs, aren't you? Anyone finds out you did this, they give you a high five, maybe buy you a drink or something. What about me?" At that, her voice quavered a little. "What about me? Shit. There's a word for a girl who gets fucked by two guys at once," she bleated. "I'm a fucking slut!"
"Bee!" I cried angrily. "Don't say that..."
"Why not?" she demanded. "It's true. I can't believe...." She closed her mouth and her eyes went out of focus for a moment as slow, dawning comprehension washed over her face. "I can't believe I did that," she
whispered.
Then she froze stock still, and then all at once turned and ran for the door.
"Bee!" Jackson cried as he rushed after her.
"Jackson, pants!" I yelled as I struggled into mine.
He growled, and whirling around he yanked a piece of plastic sheeting down upon from the wall and wrapped it around his waist in some sort of loincloth. I sprinted past him, zipping my fly as I did so, and yanked open the door.
She was there. Thank God. I was so relieved that she hadn't left, that she hadn't got into her car and rushed off before I could say anything or do anything to prove to her that this wasn't something she needed to regret having done. That no one was going to talk badly about her, not while I had breath in my body....
But she was right there. I didn't even think about why she was there, until I looked up and saw it.
"Fucking hell," I swore.
This time, it wasn't only across the front of her window. No, this time the black, angry letters marched from one side of her building, all the way around to the other, wrapping her sweet little shop in a ribbon of anger.
And this time, "go home!" was not the worst thing that it said. No, this time it was much, much worse.
Slowly, I looked over at her.
She stood there, frozen. Stock still like a statue. Her face was calm and focused. Only the flare of her nostrils, and the high spots of color on her cheeks betrayed how angry she was.
"Oh, what the fuck?" Jackson swore when he caught up with us. He stood there for a moment, and then exhaled. "I'll call the police," he said.
"I'll go get the solvent," I agreed with a nod.
"It's okay," Bee said tightly. "I'll deal with that."
"No fucking way we're letting our girl deal with this alone," Jackson growled. "We're helping you."
I glanced over at him and caught his eye. "Our girl?" I mouthed.
He shrugged.
"You go back in," I told her. "Get some more wine. We'll take care of this."
For a second, I wondered if she was going to smack me. The way her eyes flashed, and her color flared upward, I wondered if maybe she thought somehow I had done this. She radiated misdirected anger, and honestly, if it'd make her feel better, I'd take one in the jaw.
