“B-but…” He couldn’t seem to get any other word out, so she sighed as she shoved him into the elevator. The doors slid shut and she pinned him against the wall, a hand on either side of his body, leaning into him.
“You are protesting too much, which kind of pisses me off. You don’t want to make me angry do you?”
He shook his head vehemently.
“Good. Then shut up and let me fuck you. I know you want to.” She reached down to cup him, grunting in satisfaction at the hard package she found. It seemed geeks were better endowed than her usual steroid partners. What a bonus.
He turned his face when she tried to kiss him. “No. I can’t do this. Simon’s my friend. It wouldn’t be right.”
“Tell him you didn’t have a choice,” she purred forcing his face back.
Wide eyes stared at her, and while she could sense the inner battle he fought, he couldn’t hide his arousal.
“I don’t want to,” he stubbornly lied.
“Well I do, and I always get what I want.” She breathed the words against his lips. The elevator dinged before she could claim his mouth. The doors slid open and as she turned, a slim body went hurtling down the hall.
Seriously? That made twice in as many days that she’d had to chase down her lovers. What fun. This time, she didn’t bother with a slow stalk. She sprinted after him, tackling him before he reached the stairwell doors.
They hit the ground hard, his breath oomphing out of him, and before he could think to twist and slip way, she wrenched his hands over his head and pinned his body with hers.
“Gotcha,” she smirked.
“But Simon—”
“Can join us later. I’ve always wanted to try a threesome, and with you both being best friends, there’s no better time than now I’d say.” Just thinking of having the two intriguing men taking turns pleasuring her made her channel quiver in mini orgasm.
“What!”
She swallowed his shock, plastering her mouth against his, silencing him. Oh the decadent bliss of his soft lips gripped between hers, his trembling body, which heated beneath her. And the heady sound of his moans as he finally gave in to her.
But she retained enough wits to know they needed to get out of the hall before someone came across them. Rolling off him, she hoisted him to his feet, his dazed expression making her grin as she led him to the door of her room. Thankfully, this floor only contained a handful of suites so no one saw her ignoble chase-down of her lover. Although, if anyone said anything, she’d make them regret it.
Locking the door behind them, it turned into a déjà vu moment with him trembling and backing away from her as she strolled toward him, stripping her clothes off.
“If you don’t want to go back to your room naked, I’d suggest stripping, because I am not in the mood to wait.” Her dripping pussy wouldn’t allow it.
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re bossy?” he grumbled, but his fingers went to the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, revealing a pale chest with faint muscular delineation and soft fuzz. His hands hesitated at the waistband of his jeans and she growled.
With a sigh, he stripped them off, revealing an engorged cock, shorter than his friend’s, but thick, so very, very thick that it might prove difficult to suck.
She did so love a challenge.
Chapter Four
Somehow, somewhere, Frank had entered the Twilight Zone. What else could explain how he found himself naked, throbbing harder than he ever recalled, about to get fucked by a freaking madwoman. A smoking hot madwoman, who, in some strange twist of fate, wanted him.
Licking her lips, Deena advanced, hips undulating, breasts tipped with suckable nipples bobbing, and Frank could only stand still, waiting. It no longer mattered that Simon fucked her first. He didn’t care that she might be his friend’s fated mate, because not only did Frank want to sink his cock into her until he exploded, he wanted to bite her taut flesh and mark her. Because, like Simon, the urge to claim her rode him hard, almost as hard as he hoped she’d ride him.
Instead of enjoying some cowgirl action though, she dropped to her knees and grabbed his cock. Stroking her hand firmly up and down his length, he could only stare down at her in rapt fascination as she eyed his prick like she’d never seen something so marvelous before. And when she stretched her lips wide and took him deep in to her wet mouth? He almost shot his cream, the suction of her mouth beyond pleasurable.
Clenching his ass muscles, he sought to hold back, but he couldn’t resist gripping her hair, and thrusting his hips in time to her suction. She growled in appreciation around his shaft, the vibration making him gasp aloud. Inadvertently, his fingers tightened in her hair, pulling the strands. To his surprise, instead of biting his cock off for his inadvertent injury, she moaned, the scent of her lust thickening in the air around them.
She likes it when I take control? He wanted to explore the fascinating concept, but she suddenly released his cock and reached to grab something out of her pant pocket lying in a heap on the floor. Ripping some foil, she placed a rubber over his cock head, but his girth kept making it pop off. She growled in frustration and Frank, trying not to smile because he’d run into this problem before, leaned over to pull out a larger sized condom from his own slacks. He never left home without them.
She dove on it and in short order had him covered. By this time, she was panting, and the musky aroma of her lust perfumed the room, making Frank drool. But it seemed he wasn’t to get a taste of her honey because she bent over in front of him, hands braced on the floor, the pink lips of her pussy beckoning him.
“Fuck me,” she demanded. “Ram your cock into my pussy and take me.”
God did she know how to sweet-talk a man. With an invitation like that, how could he refuse? But that didn’t mean he’d give her absolute reign over the situation. Frank ever was the experimenter.
Gripping his dick, he rubbed the head against her wet slit, parting her lips but not sheathing himself. Oh no, he wanted to tease her like she’d teased him. He pressed the head of his prick against her clit, the slippery skin against her nub making her pussy visibly tremble.
“Stop teasing,” she barked. “Fuck me goddammit.”
Frank didn’t know what possessed him, but it didn’t stop his hand from coming up and then landing with a crack on her ass along with a gruff, “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready, woman.”
She craned to look back at him, her mouth a round O of astonishment that kind of matched his own internal shock. “Did you just talk back to me?”
Despite her challenging words, Frank could smell her heightened arousal and saw her excitement seeping from her cleft. His command of the situation turned her on. She wanted him to take charge. She just couldn’t admit it aloud.
He cracked his palm against her ass again and her eyes almost rolled back in her head. “Keep distracting me, woman, and I’ll just jerk off all over your ass.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she moaned, her breathing coming fast.
To prove his point, he stroked himself, quick strokes that she watched avidly. “I’d love to see you wearing my cream,” he murmured.
“Oh god,” she whispered, closing her eyes before turning her head to let it hang down.
Her sudden submission almost undid him. But he needed to reward her for not tearing his dick off. He slammed it into her pussy, groaning aloud when her channel squeezed around him and she let out a yelp.
“You like that don’t you,” he grunted, thrusting into her, over and over, his balls swinging forward and slapping her clit. “Answer me,” he barked, slapping her ass.