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Authors: Lacey Thorn

Tags: #Multiple Partner Erotic Romance

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He reached around her, splaying one hand on her bare stomach while the other moved to her breasts, squeezing and molding them. “I want you just like this for now. Darius and Houston should get to enjoy the sight of you in this green lace.” She could feel the hard length of his cock where he pressed against her back. She wanted him.

He moved around and took her hand with his, lacing their fingers together. “I think we’ll get a bite to eat first. I don’t want you getting light-headed or dizzy on me.”

Her breath caught when she entered the kitchen. Darius stood at the counter with his back to her, and he was completely naked. Her pulse sped up, and her pussy grew damp with hunger and need. She wanted him to turn around, and she licked her lips in anticipation of how good he would look from the front. She wanted to see the straining length of his cock.

“Darius is getting a snack together for us. Still starving?” Cruz whispered the words against her ear before tugging her to the table. He sat down and pulled her sideways across his lap.

Darius didn’t turn to face them. He stayed busy at the counter as if waiting for Cruz to call him over. She let her gaze skim him from head to toe and back again. His skin glowed like warm chocolate where the sun touched him, and she wanted to lick, to taste, and see if he was as addictive.

His legs were long and toned, leading up to one stellar ass that she wanted to nip with her teeth. Even from her limited side view, she could see his waist V’ed to showcase a well-defined and muscular chest. Broad shoulders and arms bulging with muscle crowned one hell of a magnificent physique and had her salivating for more.

“Is that moan for food or for Darius?” Cruz asked her, making her realize she’d moaned out loud.

She moaned again and wiggled on his lap, rubbing her ass against his erection.

“Darius, go ahead and bring it over,” Cruz said. The only indication of how she was affecting him was the pulse of his cock under her ass and the clench of his fingers at her waist.

Her eyes were glued to Darius, and she couldn’t stop herself from leaning just a bit forward as he slowly turned around. Sweet Jesus, the man was hung. She wiggled again. Moaned and licked her lips. He had a tray in his hands she presumed had food on it, but there was only one thing she wanted to put in her mouth at the moment.

Cruz lifted his hands to cup her breasts and rub his thumbs over her nipples. She could see Darius’s reaction, his half-mast eyes filled with lust and his cock jerked, as Cruz tugged her bra down to reveal her swollen nipples. She was seconds from coming just from the possibilities filling her mind.

Darius set the tray on the table, his cock bobbing so close to her face she was tempted to lean in and lick him. She must have tried to because Cruz wrapped his arms around her and tugged her back against his chest.

“Not yet, darling,” he crooned. “You’re not quite ready yet.” He shifted behind her and eased her forward as he spoke. “No touching him. Keep your hands on my knees.” He placed her palms flat where he wanted them. She heard the rasp of his zipper and trembled with anticipation. “Scoot forward a little more. Let his dick caress your cheek, only your cheek. No rubbing against him. No turning and tasting.”

She moaned as she followed his orders, letting Darius’s hard length brush her cheek, a slow tease of how he could be sliding inside her mouth. She glanced up and saw the flare of Darius’s nose, caught the way he clenched his hands into fists at his side.

Cruz lifted slightly and she felt him pushing his jeans and whatever choice of underclothes he wore down. She kept her hands on his knees and her lips brushed the taut skin of Darius’s groin. His cock slid into the tumble of blonde curls resting by her ear.

Darius groaned and she felt his cock pulse against her. She closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of musk and man that rose from his skin. It took every inch of will power she had not to lick him, just one slow lick of his flesh.

“Did she taste you?” Cruz asked as he tugged her back against his now naked chest and groin.

“No,” Darius answered, his voice low and deep, sending chills dancing over her.

Cruz nuzzled her neck, brushing her hair aside. “You deserve a reward for being such a good girl,” he crooned, and she felt her bra loosen. She helped him slide it down her arms and off, not caring what he did with it once his next words penetrated the haze of lust consuming her.

“Suck her nipples, Darius.”

With another groan, Darius went to his knees in front of them. He lifted his hands and reached for her.

“Just your mouth,” Cruz commanded.

The nostrils flared again, and with a grit of his teeth, Darius lowered his hands back to his sides. She had a feeling Cruz would pay for this torture when it was Darius’s turn at the helm. Cruz hooked her thighs to the outside of his and spread their joined legs wide, making room for Darius. She watched Darius’s gaze fall to the damp crotch of her panties before he lifted his eyes back up to her breasts where her nipples were swollen and achy.

“Please,” she moaned, not sure if she was supposed to be as silent as Darius was being or not. Cruz hadn’t told her she couldn’t speak, so she was going to. “Suck my nipples, Darius. They ache.”

Cruz licked over her neck and reached to cup her breasts, lifting them up for Darius. He slowly leaned in, and she caught her breath at the first touch of his lips over her skin. Warm heat blew over her nipple before his tongue flicked out and rubbed over her.

“Darius!” His name was a sharp cry of need. She lifted her hands to reach for him, but Cruz released her breasts to catch them and tugged them behind her back. He shifted a bit, and his cock rose along her back where she sat on his lap.

“Put your hands on my cock and keep them there.”

Another cry left her mouth as Darius closed his lips around her nipple and sucked hard, tugging with his teeth. Her hands clenched around Cruz’s cock and his breath hissed out by her ear.

“Easy, darling,” he crooned, placing his hand over hers. “Gently, squeeze and caress. Tease me. Make me so hot I can’t wait any longer to fuck you.”

Darius moved to her other nipple, giving it equal treatment and making her shift on Cruz’s lap. She was so close. Never could she remember being this horny, this ready to come.

Cruz slid a hand down over her belly and inside the top band of her lacy panties. His fingers brushed through the damp curls she kept trimmed and neat, until he touched the swollen bud of her clitoris.

A keening moan left her throat, and she leaned her head back against his shoulder, rocking it back and forth as she rose higher, ever closer to orgasm.

“You’re so wet, Melda. So hot. I can still taste the sweetness of your pussy on my tongue.”

Darius’s teeth gripped her nipple and tugged at Cruz’s reminiscence.

“The sweetest pie I’ve ever tasted.” His fingers slid lower, two of them slipping inside and rubbing along her walls.

Her hands were still on his cock, she couldn’t breathe much less find the required coordination to jack and play with him while Darius sucked her and Cruz tormented her with dirty words and wicked fingers.

He pulled his hand free and held it up, so she could see the proof of her desire glistening on his digits.

“I think Darius should get a taste before he feeds you.” Cruz brushed his slick fingers over the nipple Darius wasn’t working, rubbing her natural lube over the rigid point before pinching it just sharp enough to have her crying out again and wiggling on his lap.

He slid his hand away, and Darius attacked, licking and sucking every bit of the glaze from her nipple. She arched her back, pressing closer to him and tightened her grip around Cruz’s shaft as she came with a breathy moan worthy of a porn star.

Cruz’s husky chuckle filled the kitchen as she came back down a few moments later. Darius licked her nipples, but with gentle flicks now.

“That’s enough, Darius,” Cruz said, and Darius moved back from her after placing a kiss on each nipple. “Go ahead and have a seat. It’s our turn now.”

Melda shuddered and shook as her body came down. She’d come twice already and neither time had been with a cock fucking hard and deep inside her. At this rate, she might not be able to move when it was all done.

“Where’s Houston?” she asked.

“He’s waiting for phase two,” Cruz murmured as he urged her up off his lap.

Phase two? Oh, shit.

“Turn around and get on your knees.”

She blinked and eagerly obeyed. He’d said it was their turn now. Please God, let that mean she would be putting her mouth on them. She let Cruz help her as she sank to her knees and faced them. Darius was sitting in a chair to her right, turned toward her with his cock in hand. Cruz was slowly rubbing his hand up and down his shaft as well, teasing her with all those hard inches she wanted.

“Do you like fruit, Melda?”

She nodded her head.

“Strawberry, banana, or apple?”

“Strawberry.” She barely managed to whisper the answer as she fought to steady her breathing. She was dying to know what he had planned.

Cruz smiled at her as he reached onto the table and the tray Darius had set there. Suddenly, she was wishing she’d paid closer attention to what was on it. Cruz came back with a thin sliver of a strawberry. If Darius had cut them up like that, it must have taken him forever. She opened her mouth, but Cruz just chuckled.

“Oh, no. You have to work for this taste.” He used one hand to hold his cock flat, so the flared head faced her and put the sliver of strawberry on top of it. “Now lean in here like a good girl and suck that fruit off.”

Her pussy clenched on air as she realized how she’d be eating. Straight off their cocks. She licked her lips and leaned in to him, one hand reaching out.

“No hands, darling,” he warned, and she quickly braced them against his knees again.

She met his cock with an open kiss, sliding him in and feeling the cool brush of the strawberry against the roof of her mouth. He slid one of his hands up into her curls and held her there while she sucked and rubbed over him with her tongue. He held her head still as he eased back leaving her nothing but the bit of berry to roll on her tongue.

“Mmmhmm,” she moaned as she chewed and swallowed. “Delicious.”

“Darius has more,” Cruz informed her, and she reveled at the shakiness of his voice. She wondered how close she had him to wanting to fuck her with just one feel of her mouth on his cock.

She turned to Darius and saw the sliver of banana balanced on the broad head of his cock. He was a bit wider than Cruz and already had a drop of pre-cum glistening in his slit. She licked over him first, gathering his taste on her tongue before she opened wide and took the head inside. The banana was forgotten as she sucked and worked him with her tongue. One of his hands held his shaft while the other gripped the arm of the chair so hard she feared he might snap it in two.

“That’s enough, Melda,” Cruz told her, and reluctantly, she pulled back.

Back and forth she went, eating slivers of fruit off their cocks, working them all into a frenzy. She was panting and undulating, close to orgasm just from what she was doing to them, for them. Never had she experienced something as carnal as this.

“Enough,” Cruz finally said.

She sat back on her heels and looked up at him. She knew her lips were swollen from sucking their cocks. Her hair was a wild mass of curls from his fingers. Her nipples were turgid points eager for more of what Darius had given her. And her pussy was a solid ache, begging to be filled by them.

“Houston!” Cruz yelled his friend’s name, and Melda glanced over her shoulder to watch as he walked in and lounged in the doorway.

He was fully clothed. White button down shirt un-tucked from a pair of stonewashed jeans that cupped his crotch like she wished her hands could. He was sporting the bulge she’d spent half the night dreaming of. His blue eyes were dark with lust, and she wondered if somehow he’d managed to watch what she was doing with his buddies in the kitchen.

“She’s ready,” Cruz told him. “We’ll be there in a minute.”

Houston held his hand out to her.

“Stand up and go with him to the bedroom, Melda. Do as he says until I join you.”

She caught her breath again and nodded. She took Houston’s hand and managed to stand on shaky legs. He supported her as he guided them both out of the kitchen and down the hallway toward the back of the house.

“Stand here and take your panties off,” Houston said and left her in the doorway, while he made his way over to the bed and sat down. His feet were bare, and she found herself looking at them and thinking how sexy they were. Funny, she’d never thought of feet as sexy before. He spread his knees a bit and adjusted, so he had a flat lap then patted his thigh.

“The panties,” he reminded her, and she slid them down over her hips and let them glide to her feet before stepping out of them and kicking them away.

“Come here.”

Her eyes met the wicked blue flames of his, and she swallowed as she slowly walked toward him. She could hear footsteps in the hall and knew Darius and Cruz were joining them.

“Do you remember the letter you sent to us?” Cruz’s voice came from behind her, and she glanced back to see him and Darius naked in the doorway. “Houston’s been fantasizing about making your ass blush ever since.”

Her eyes flared as she stopped in front of Houston.

“Let him help you get in position over his lap,” Cruz said, stepping into the room. “I want to see him make you moan while he works your ass with his hand. I want to see how wet your pussy gets.”

This was it. Her ultimate fantasy. She hadn’t shared every aspect of it with them, but they were definitely getting it right. Would Houston make her sink to her knees and suck his cock when he was done? She hadn’t shared that little tidbit with them. It was enough for her to admit in a letter she had a fantasy about getting spanked.

Houston helped her into place until she was balanced over his lap with her hands braced on the floor, her head tucked between them. Her ass was centered over his hard thighs, and her toes dangled toward the floor on his other side.

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