DanielsSurrender (8 page)

Matt had never really broached the subject of Shannon
playing with both men, but it was as obvious as the erection wedged against her
ass that he wanted it.

He’d refused to go into detail about his situation with
Daniel, but Shannon wasn’t a stupid woman, and there had been no mistaking the
body language when she’d caught Matt and Daniel kissing. Whatever was going on
went deeper than a mere kiss. What had surprised her was her shocking reaction
to their kiss. She’d wanted to slip in between them, to become a part of their
passion.

And now, kissing Daniel, her body was going up in flames.

Daniel was devouring her with his lips, hands cupping her
ass to squeeze in deep pulses. Matthew pressed against her back, burying his
face in her neck and breathing hot, damp kisses into her sensitive skin. His
hands slid around her waist, pressing flat against her stomach, and she could
tell by the way Daniel’s body surged, they were pressing on him too. The
fantasy that had run through her head yesterday was coming true, and it felt
even better than she’d imagined it would.

When Matthew tucked one hand between her legs to cup her
weeping sex, she realized he was also stroking Daniel with every movement.
Daniel plunged his tongue deeper into her mouth, and Matthew chose that moment
to squeeze deeply between her legs while also delivering a sharp nip to the
spot where her neck and shoulder joined. Heat shot through her from her neck to
the soles of her feet. Gasping, she freed her lips, throwing her head back in a
desperate effort to drag air into her lungs.

Daniel released Shannon, her dewy lips swollen from his and
Matt’s kisses. She was an irresistible mix of innocence and sex kitten all
wrapped up in one hell of a curvy package. Stepping back, he watched Matt’s
arms wrap around her from his place behind her. Daniel walked over to the door,
locking it.

He turned around and leaned casually against the mahogany
wood.

“Matt, unbutton her blouse. I want to see her.” Shannon’s
soft gasp provoked an even softer laugh from Daniel. “Isn’t this what you want,
angel?” Daniel left the door and strode over to stand in front of her. His
forefinger drew a soft line down her nose. She opened her mouth to speak and
Daniel laid his finger over her bruised lips.

“No questions, sweetheart. You started this the moment you
let your sweet tongue slide into my mouth. This was your choice. Take what I
offer or walk out the door.”

When she didn’t move, Daniel slid his finger down her chin,
in between the valley of her breasts, flicking the first button open. “Finish
it, Matt. I want to see these breasts.”

While Matthew complied, Daniel moved one of the overstuffed
chairs, positioning it in front of the couple. He took off his jacket, loosened
his tie and sat back, never taking his eyes off Shannon. Matt opened each
button, taking her shirt down her shoulders and putting it on the desk. Her
lacy white bra left little to the imagination. Daniel nodded and Matt flipped
the clasp open, sending the bra fluttering to the floor with a flick of his
fingers. Then he cupped the large mounds of her breasts, surrounding them from
beneath.

“Damn, they’re real.” Daniel felt his cock stir to life even
more. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen real tits.” His hand moved down
his stomach, absently rubbing back and forth. The familiar ache between his
thighs felt fucking wonderful.

Matt palmed her nipples, rolling his hands over and around.
He was putting on a great show for Daniel, and they all knew it. Shannon’s head
lolled to the side in pleasure.

“Shannon, take off your pants and panties and go sit on the
desk.” Daniel kept his voice as neutral as possible. “Matt, unzip me and get my
dick out, then go kneel between her legs.”

The younger man came forward as Shannon shed her remaining
clothes, his eyes gleaming with wicked delight as he dropped to his knees and
pulled Daniel’s zipper down. He reached in and grasped Daniel’s cock in a firm,
stroking grip. Before he could begin to work the pounding flesh, Daniel shook
his head. “Just pull it out, Matt. Then go to her.” Matthew complied. Pulling
Daniel’s dick out with a last, lingering look, he moved to Shannon and knelt
between her legs.

Daniel moved the chair closer, out of reach for Matt and
Shannon but close enough for him to see everything.

“Open her up, Matty. I want to see how wet she is.”
Matthew’s long fingers gently pulled her lower lips apart, revealing glistening
pink skin.

“Taste her.” Daniel’s voice grew breathy as the blood
pounded in his shaft. Grasping himself, he lazily moved his hand up and down,
concentrating on the head of his cock. Catching a bead of pre-cum on one
finger, he rubbed it into his skin.

“Lie back on your elbows, angel, and put each foot on the
desk.” The position opened her up fully to Matt and Daniel’s view.

Daniel savored the sight for a moment, then said, “Okay,
Matty, make her come.”

Shannon’s moan caught in her throat as Matt’s tongue
expertly claimed her wet pussy. Daniel stared straight at her, watching her
face, her breasts. He watched as Matt sent her to a place she’d never been.

This was incredible. The only thing she could think would
top it was if Daniel was in her mouth right now.

Matthew was a magician with his mouth, first nibbling at her
outer lips and then, when she arched into him, running his tongue in sweeping
strokes along her inner folds. Shannon reached back over her head with one arm,
grasping the edge of the desk and turning her face into her upper arm as she
shuddered under Matthew’s gentle assault. She tangled her other hand in
Matthew’s hair, pulling it free of the band that kept it confined at the nape
of his neck.

Matthew pumped his tongue, long and muscular, into her
vaginal opening, sending shards of pleasure crashing through her. Her fingers
clenched, and she arched into the stroke. She had no sense of
self-consciousness. She was all sensation. All instinct. She moaned, humping
his face and pulling him deeper still.

“She needs to come, Matty.” Daniel’s voice sliced through
her like heat lightning. “Give her what she needs.”

Matthew slid two thick fingers deep into her grasping sheath.
Slowly he scissored them back and forth before setting a deep, twisting rhythm.
Her head fell back and her back arched, and just when she thought she would
implode, Matthew locked his mouth over her clit, and instead she exploded in a
million tiny sparks with a flood of honey Matthew eagerly lapped up.

She lay there panting as Matthew ran his tongue over her
still-twitching sex in firm, gentling strokes. She’d almost regained her breath
and her mind when Daniel spoke again.

“Enough. Now it’s Matt’s turn.” Matthew helped Shannon to
her feet, but when he went to take her place, Daniel laughed.

“Not over there, my friend. Shannon, come here. I want you
between my legs facing Matthew.”

A smile slid across Daniel’s face as Shannon swayed over to
him. She was sassy and Daniel loved it. She knelt with her back to him as Matt
moved in front of her. She reached up and freed him from his blue trousers,
pulling them and his underwear off in one fell swoop. Daniel sat forward,
bumping his cock into Shannon’s back. He placed one hand in the back of her
hair. Tugging gently, he whispered, “Make my boy come for me and I will give
you more pleasure than you ever imagined possible, angel.”

Chapter Nine

Matthew reached out to stroke one finger over Shannon’s red,
swollen lips. “It won’t take much, sweetheart,” he warned her.

Daniel grasped Matt’s wandering hand and corrected him. “You
do not come until I give you permission to. Understand?” He watched Matt’s eyes
glaze as the younger man nodded his agreement.

Leaning back, Daniel grasped his own cock and whispered
instructions in Shannon’s ear. “Touch him, angel. Look how big he is. How hard.
He needs you to pet him.” Shannon did as she was told, stroking along the thick
shaft of Matthew’s cock.

“Lick at the head.” Daniel’s voice was a wicked whisper.
“Lick up that little drop on the end.” She could feel Daniel’s hand working on
himself against her back, and the fire Matthew had so recently extinguished in
her began a slow burn.

Lowering her head, Shannon sipped the very tip of Matthew’s
erection between her lips. Letting her tongue dance over the satiny surface,
she lapped at the drop of pre-cum poised at the tip and murmured soft sounds
against the shaft, knowing they’d vibrate straight through to his balls.

“Rub his cock over your nipples, angel.” Daniel’s hand was
working faster, and Matthew was looking frantic and wild-eyed. His hands were
fisted at his sides, and his thighs vibrated with tension.

Shannon took Matthew’s cock in both hands, giving him a
series of slow, hand-over-hand strokes that left him moaning and jerking into
her touch. Then she took his cock and swirled the head over her nipples,
painting them with the drops of sticky pre-cum dribbling from him.

“Look how hard he is,” Daniel spoke with the devil’s own
voice behind her. Every word tightened the spring of her desire. And with every
word she felt Matthew burn hotter. Shannon realized that for this moment she
was the conduit. She was the way in which Daniel could touch Matthew. And for
Matthew listening to Daniel’s words, it was almost as if Daniel performed each
action himself. The idea she could bring such pleasure to both men sent her own
arousal flaring.

Capturing Matthew’s cock in the deep valley between her
breasts, Shannon tucked her chin and sucked the purpled head into her mouth.
Matt’s jerk of response started a fast rhythm that had him thrusting between
her breasts, while she caught at his tip for a deep suck at the top of each
stroke. Matthew moaned with the first stroke, and by the sixth he was chanting
incoherently.

“Shit, shit, shit, fuck, Shannon…”

“Suck him now, angel. He needs you to suck him deep.”
Matthew’s hips jerked at Daniel’s words, and Shannon dropped her head to take
Matthew as deeply into her mouth as she could.

The first thrust went deeper than she’d expected, and she
gagged a little bit. Daniel reached around her and fisted the base of Matthew’s
shaft.

“Here, angel,” he rasped, “try again.”

Protected now from the uncontrolled depth of Matthew’s
thrusts, Shannon focused on the taste and feel of Matthew’s beautiful cock.
With each up stroke, she sucked hard, playing her tongue on the sensitive spot
right below his cock head. With each down stroke, she sucked him a tiny bit
farther into her throat, tickling Daniel’s fingers with her tongue.

Daniel was stroking his own cock as Shannon moaned around
Matt’s dick, her generous mouth taking him in until it hit Daniel’s fisted
fingers. Matt pumped between her full lips and the sight of Daniel jacking off,
coupled with the wicked lash of her tongue on his shaft, was turning Matt into
a raving mad man. His back tensed as he prepared to shoot his load.

“Now, Matty!” The words sounded wrenched from Daniel’s
throat, dragged through gravel. Matt threw his head back and surged into
Shannon’s mouth, shuddering as the orgasm rushed through him. Shannon drank
down every creamy drop, and it seemed that the sight sent Daniel over the edge
as well. If Matt had had the breath for it, he’d have laughed at the sight of
Daniel’s cum spattering up onto his silk shirt.

Fuck him if he didn’t agree an orgasm like that had been
worth ruining it.

Daniel stood, putting himself back together, buttoning his
jacket to disguise his soiled shirt. Matt forced himself to do the same,
helping a flushed and sated Shannon to her feet and gently wrapping her back in
her clothing.

Daniel looked on, a possessive, pensive expression on his
face, and Matt realized they had won. Daniel was going to give them every
little thing they’d been begging for.

Daniel grabbed Matthew by the back of the neck, pulling him
close. “My house. Tonight. Eight o’clock.”

Turning to Shannon, he pressed a soft kiss to her swollen
lips. “Are you ready for this, angel? Ready for us?” Shannon nodded, her face
lit so bright it almost hurt to look at her. Turning, Daniel kissed Matt. It
was harder than the one he’d shared with Shannon, and threatened to send a
fresh surge of blood to Matt’s exhausted cock.

“You will each receive gifts and instructions from me.
Follow them.” Releasing them both, Daniel moved to the door, unlocking it. As
he stepped into the hall, Meredith stepped into the office.

She stopped at the door as her eyes turned from Shannon to
Matt, then over her shoulder to the retreating form of Daniel. Then back to
Matt.

“You have got to be kidding me.” She raised her eyes to the
sky. “It never ends.”

Turning right back around, she walked out the door. Matt
heard her mutter a few words about something in the drinking water before her
voice faded in the distance.

* * * * *

Matthew was waiting at the door of his condo, damp and
glistening. He deliberately posed himself. The towel wrapped around his hips
hung low, exposing the happy-trail of silken hair below his navel. He wondered
what instructions Shannon had received for preparing him for Daniel.

He could hardly wait to begin preparing her.

She arrived, flushed, hair damp, wearing a floaty dress of
melon-colored gauze. He could tell her breasts were loose, and knew she’d
followed Daniel’s instructions commanding them to wear no underwear.

He couldn’t resist pulling her into his arms for a tender
hug before beginning the ritual that would ready her, ready them both, for
Daniel’s possession. God knew it might be the last tenderness either would
experience tonight.

Releasing her, he gestured into his apartment. “Ready to get
started?” He heard the smoky arousal in his voice and wondered how the hell he
would hold out through whatever Daniel had planned for them.

She nodded, silent and wide-eyed, and he led her to the
bathroom where he’d spread thick towels over the floor, creating a soft pallet.
Next he pulled her dress over her head to reveal her smooth golden body and
helped her recline on the floor.

Smiling wickedly, he turned to the counter and glanced at
the note containing his instructions.

Ladies first
. Daniel was no gentleman, but he knew
how to turn the screws until the tension was unbearable.
I want her pussy
bare. Use the depilatory on her. Be sure not to miss an inch.
Matthew loved
the idea of Shannon’s pussy bare. Being able to see each sweet, plump fold
would be a pleasure beyond imagination. Matthew dropped eagerly to his knees
beside her. Reaching out, he gently spread her knees, stopping to press kisses
up the length of her inner thighs before opening the jar he’d set on the
counter. The thick cream inside smelled of mint with a faint sharp undertone.
Scooping a generous dollop on two fingers, Matthew began to paint a thick
coating over her mons, the grooves where her thighs met her groin, all the way
down to the dark crevasse between her buttocks.

Shannon shifted restlessly, and Matthew hushed her,
whispering, “Shh. We have to wait now. The note says fifteen minutes.” That
wasn’t all the note said.

You’ll have to wait. Don’t leave her neglected. Suck
those pretty pink nipples until they’re long and hard.
That command was no
hardship, and Matthew was happy to comply. Sucking, first gently and then with
more pressure, he watched as she began to writhe on the floor.
DO NOT let
her come. If either of you orgasm, I will know. And I will punish you.
Okay,
that direction was a little more difficult.

“God,” she whimpered breathlessly, “it tingles.” Her hips
pumped against air, and she clutched at Matthew’s hair.

Rising to his knees again, Matt retrieved the steaming cloth
he’d left waiting in the sink. Tenderly he wiped the thick cream from between
Shannon’s legs, leaving her pussy bare. Again and again he rinsed the cloth,
returning to her mound until she was washed entirely clean. The sight of her
plump folds, flushed bright red and glazed with her own cream, brought his dick
to new levels of aching arousal.

Just look at her
, the note commanded. Matthew
couldn’t look away. Her labia, pink and crimson, bloomed open like an exotic
flower
. She’s so beautiful, all bare and open for our mouths. Lick her. Taste
how sweet her pussy is.
More than willing, Matthew lowered his head to the
slick treasure between Shannon’s legs. Drawing his tongue from her clenching
anus to her swelling clit, he savored the taste of her honey. Shannon moaned
and convulsed around his exploring tongue. Her fingers knotted in his damp
hair, and she clutched him closer to her weeping pussy. Matthew let loose a
moan of his own. Burying his tongue in her willing body was paradise beyond any
he’d ever experienced.

Now,
Matthew could swear he almost heard Daniel’s
voice directing him and he followed it to the letter,
when she’s almost
ready to come, turn her over. Look at her ass. She’s like a ripe, juicy peach.
Open her up. Look how tiny she is. How untouched. Prepare her, Matthew. Make
her ready to take us. Take the lube. Stroke it inside of her.
Matt popped
the top on the tube of lubricant and began slowly working it inside her
resisting rear entrance. With each probing stroke, her hole relaxed, becoming
soft and slippery.

She’s almost ready
. Hell, so was Matt!
Take the
plug. Work it into her sweet little asshole. Remember to go slow. Wait until
she grasps it, let her pull it in. You don’t want to hurt her.
Matthew
savored Shannon’s low wail as he slowly eased the plug into her inviting ass. Clawing
the floor, she rose to her knees, crawling away to escape the dark pleasure.
Matthew wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back into his body.

As he pressed the lube-slicked tip of the plug to her
flexing hole, Shannon lifted her ass into the stroke. “Just breathe,” he
whispered, “just breathe through it, and push out.” Just as Daniel had said,
the slower he went, the more Shannon took, until her anus relaxed completely,
seeming to suck the plug inside so the flared base lodged in the nerve-rich
ring of her opening.

Okay, Matty.
Daniel’s bold scrawl filled Matthew with
an anticipation so deep it was almost fear.
Now it’s your turn
.

Shannon lay panting. The need for orgasm was a living thing
clawing at her womb. The depilatory cream had contained some sort of stimulant,
the minty scent preceding a tingle from clit to anus. She could only imagine
what it would do to Matt.

That happy thought finally raised her to her knees.

Gesturing Matthew to his feet, Shannon took her time
preparing her tools, dragging out the tension and anticipation until his cock
twitched. After dropping her dress back over her head, she ran the hot water
until it steamed then put a fresh cloth to soak. Finally, she knelt at his
feet.

Gently Shannon began to paint Matthew with the depilatory.
She wasn’t sure exactly where to begin, so she started with a soft circle
around his navel, coating the whorl of dark hair swirling there. Matt squirmed
restlessly, and she wondered if he was responding to her touch or the beginning
tingle of the depilatory.

Somewhat regretfully, she finger-painted a line down the
trail of silky hair that seemed to direct the eye, rather like an arrow, to
Matthew’s straining cock. His squirming was more pronounced now, and Shannon
couldn’t suppress a sly smile when she considered how sensitive her lower
abdomen was. Matthew must be about ready to jump out of his skin.

When she reached down with her free hand to cup his balls,
Matthew grabbed her wrist.

“Can I come?” His voice was a gratifying croak, and Shannon
met his eyes before slowly shaking her head. “Then you need to give me a
minute. I’m too close.”

Taking pity on him, she rested her cheek on his thigh and
stroked soothingly along his legs. She kneaded the knotted muscles along his
calves and the backs of his thighs until some of the tension there seemed to
drain out of him.

“Break’s over,” she murmured and began to paint the
sensitive skin behind his scrotum with the minty cream.

All of the tension she’d so carefully soothed seemed to
shoot back into his limbs instantly as she happily coated his balls and inner
thighs with the depilatory. His legs were literally vibrating when she slipped
around behind him to slide creamy fingers between his butt cheeks, drawing a
long, low moan from deep in his chest. Task completed, Shannon took a moment to
survey her work before giving a nod of satisfaction.

“Okay, Matty.” He shuddered at the sensations. Or at her use
of Daniel’s nickname for him. “We’ve got fifteen minutes.” She gave him an evil
grin. “However shall I fill the time?”

Carefully keeping her lower body away from his, she kissed
him slow and deep. Licking into his mouth, she stroked her tongue over his
before luring it into her own. Once he was her willing prisoner, she sucked
delicately, and then with more power, until he was gasping into her mouth, his
hands clenched on her shoulders.

He gave a noise suspiciously like a whimper when she drew
away from his lips and arrowed in on his nipples. The chocolaty disks were
already beaded, the points sharp and yearning, all but begging to be nipped and
sucked. Shannon was happy to give in to their demand.