New Year's Kiss (5 page)

It was delicious and oh-so wicked. Standing naked in the pale light of the suite—Zach’s mouth on her pussy, Mikhel’s cock in her hand. It had to be a dream and if she was going to wake up soon, she wanted to experience as much of the fantasy as she could.

She watched her hand on the crotch of Mikhel’s tuxedo trousers, caressing and squeezing him through the material but she wanted him, skin to skin. She reached for the zipper tab, her tongue licking the inside edge of her mouth, anticipating the taste of his cock.

Mikhel grabbed her chin and tilted it up. “What do you want, baby?” he asked, forcing her eyes to his, planting a harsh kiss on her lips. “Do you want my cock in your mouth?” He stroked his thumb across her lower lip. “Feel me slide between those sexy lips? Because that’s where we’re headed if you keep going.” The warning was there, as if he was giving her a chance to back away. No way.

“Yes.”

The word slipped from her lips, low and breathless. It was her fantasy come true. Zach licking and sucking between her legs and Mikhel hard and thick between her lips.

Mikhel drew back and as his warmth left her, Taylor felt her knees weaken. She looked down, watching Zach lick her pussy. She’d been right. Zach had the perfect mouth for going down on a woman.

Even as she thought it, she reached for the only stable force in her world—Mikhel.

Her fingers dug into his shoulder. He smiled, moving closer and looking dangerously pleased that she clung to him. His lips whispered kisses across her jaw, ending with a tiny bite to her lower lip.

“Do you like his mouth on your pussy?” he asked against her mouth, his words and breath flowing into her. “Do you like the way he licks that sweet, wet cunt that I’ll be fucking?”

She nodded but that wasn’t enough. She swallowed. “Yes.”

His hand cupped her face and tipped her chin up so she could see him clearly. “I’m going to let him make you come,” he said. “But you’ll take me, baby. Hard.”

She shivered at his commanding tone—her nipples aching like he’d touched them, her pussy clenching and relaxing, preparing for his penetration. Heat exploded inside her and she needed to touch him. She leaned into his body, offering her mouth, placing light kisses on lips, teasing him until he took control and kissed her, drawing back only when they were both breathless.

“I love your mouth, Taylor.” Another nip of his teeth. “I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth.”

“Yes.” She tried to move closer to him but Zach’s grip on her ass held her in place. Zach’s touch had changed, soothing instead of arousing, as if he wanted her attention on him before he made her come. She placed her hand on his head, stroking his soft hair. The caress pleased him and he pumped his tongue into her opening, a sharp, shallow penetration that weakened her knees. Taylor heard her own moan and knew she was moving against him, trying to get him deeper. Just a little more and she could come.

“Zach.” The harsh tone startled her. Zach flinched as well but didn’t stop his slow tongue fuck. “Zach,” Mikhel said again and this time there was no denying the strength in his voice. Zach pulled away, his mouth glistening with the moisture from her pussy. He stared for a long time at her sex before raising his eyes to Mikhel. “Lie down,” Mikhel commanded. “We’ll both have her.” Mikhel’s hand wrapped around her waist, holding her in place as Zach faded away. Her body ached to follow him but Mikhel held her steady.

“Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get to feel his tongue again. Zach definitely wants to lick your sweet cunt until you come.”

She looked down, watching as Zach lay back on the carpet. They were still dressed. Both men still fully clothed while she was naked. Naked and offering herself to them.

She heard the voice in her head screaming “what the hell are you doing?” but even as the words came to her, they drifted away, pushed aside by the sights and tastes, sensations assaulting her body. Mikhel’s hands slid down her hips, cupping her ass. He guided her forward, moving her over Zach.

“That’s it, baby. He wants your cunt so bad…give it to him. Let me see you spread those pretty thighs.”

Delirious with desire she nodded. She lifted her mouth, offering it to Mikhel. He kissed her even as he helped her kneel down.

“Good girl.” She let Mikhel’s hands lead her down until she was kneeling over Zach’s head. She blinked and stared at the man. She straddled his face, his mouth perfectly positioned to her pussy. It was incredible. Too wicked. Zach stretched up and licked his tongue up the length of her slit, leaving with a tempting swipe of his tongue to her clit.

Mikhel’s fingers tightened in her hair but he didn’t move.

“Did you like that, baby?”

She nodded, unable to find the words.

“Yes, he’s going to eat your pretty cunt.” The words sank into her core, shocking her with a jolt of need. Mikhel’s hand cupped her cheek and tipped her head back. “While you take me.”

Chapter Five

His strong fingers stroked the line of her cheekbone and he watched her, as if looking for some sign she wanted to stop.

“Yes, Mikhel.”

His eyes brightened at her soft, submissive tone and Taylor hid her smile, cataloguing his reaction.

“Very good, baby.” His cock was bare, free of the constraints of his trousers, and hard, standing straight, ready for her. Taylor licked her lips and reminded herself to breathe. He was big—thick—and she wanted it all in her mouth. She stretched up to reach that delicious shaft. She lapped her tongue across the round head but tight fingers gripped her hips, pulling her down. Shocked that she’d been stripped of her prize, she glared down at Zach. He returned the bold stare, his eyes glittering with retribution and amusement. He wasn’t going to let her escape.

Not that she wanted to.

She wanted both men, wanted to please both of them.

Letting Zach guide her down, she spread her legs wide, needing to be closer, and groaned as his tongue moved upward, driving into her pussy. She dug her knees into the carpet and rocked against his mouth. His moan vibrated through her pussy like a million tiny fingers and she gasped, taking a moment to keep herself in control.

Breathing hard, she opened her eyes and saw Mikhel, watching her, his cock waiting, eager and hard. Still rocking against Zach’s tongue, unable to deny her body that caress, she opened her mouth, offering it to Mikhel. He came close, bending his knees to reach her level.

Her body sang with relief as she stroked her tongue up his full hard length. She stroked her fingertips down the long shaft, soft and so strong.

Her pussy ached as she thought about his cock fucking her, knowing it would hurt as it entered her. Knowing she wanted it anyway. Zach’s tongue thrust up into her passage, filling her in some tiny way. She moaned against Mikhel’s cock. So delicious.

His hand pulled her head back, cupping her neck, protecting her as she licked down the length and captured a delicious hint of pre-cum from the tip. God, it was so good, she wanted more. Using his strong thighs to lean against, she let her senses go, indulging in every taste and touch, reveling in his grunts and moans as she licked him, running the broad flat of her tongue up the full length of his cock, teasing the tip with a wicked flutter before pulling back, admiring the sight before her. His skin glittered with the moisture from her lips and she returned, needing more, needing all that thick, hot power in her mouth.

She cupped the staff and opened her mouth, knowing he was watching, anticipating. Just to tease him, she looked up as she flicked her tongue across the thick head and retreated. The warning in his eyes made the center of her stomach drop. He wanted this. She moved closer, this time letting the first inch slide between her lips before she pulled back. The soothing hand on her head tightened and she could feel him fighting his strength, fighting his desire to cram the full length into her mouth. It was more arousing than any caress.

She kept up her teasing, letting him inside her mouth, sucking lightly as she pulled back but then moved away, whispering kisses across his thighs, stroking her tongue across his balls. With each caress the muscles in his thighs grew tighter, harder, until they were solid and the compulsive thrusts of his hips warned that the next time she took him into her mouth, he wouldn’t let her go.

And while she licked him, Zach worked her. Hot sensual lips caressed her pussy and she moved with them, guiding them to her clit, giving herself to the delicate touch.

Zach slid his tongue up, sliding it deliciously against her clit and holding it there.

Unable to stop herself, she pumped up and down, riding Zach’s tongue, guiding it to the hot sexual place at the edge of her clit—just a touch and she could—

“Don’t let her come,” Mikhel said, his voice harsh and gravelly. Taylor moaned, disappointment and triumph causing the sound. She wanted to come but she could wait. No, it was more pleasure than regret. She was thrilled that she was able to make him want so badly. She’d done that to him. She’d brought him to the edge of his control. She placed a kiss on the side of his cock, teasing and light, knowing she was pushing his limits. His fingers bit into the back of her head but she didn’t care. She wanted more, wanted to feel him, his power.

“But Mikhel—” Zach protested.

“No, she doesn’t come.” He tilted her chin up, forcing him to look at her. “Until I come in her sweet mouth.”

“Yes, Mikhel,” Zach answered, sounding strangely submissive. The tone made her ache, reaching something deep inside her.

“So you see, baby, you don’t come until you let me in.”

It was a threat, a sensual warning but Taylor wasn’t frightened. She rejoiced in it.

“But I need to come,” she whimpered, adding a touch of breathlessness to her words. Red flared in his eyes.

“Then finish me.”

A low chuckle filled her chest—her dominant lover was demanding his satisfaction.

She reached up and grabbed Mikhel’s hips, holding him in place as she opened her lips again, this time sliding him deep, bumping against the back of her throat. His fingers released the tight grip but he didn’t let go. He smoothed her hair, holding her, comforting her as she slowly sucked back.

“That’s it, baby. Take it. Suck me hard. Deep.” She forced her throat to relax, wanting him deeper. “Oh yes. You’ve got such a wicked mouth. It was made to take my cock.” She hummed around his shaft, feeling every stroke rock through her body. It was like he was fucking her pussy.

Zach continued to tongue her, using the broad flat of his tongue across her slit, countering with quick fluttering teases that made her ache, keeping her on the edge. But not enough to make her come.

“So pretty,” Mikhel whispered, stroking her cheekbone. “Do you want me?” His hips pulsed and his cock nudged the back of her throat. “Will you take me?
All
of me?”

He sensed Zach’s startled gaze but ignored it. He needed this. He’d never let a woman swallow his cum before but there was an urgency clawing at him, demanding that he claim her in some way.

She didn’t answer his question—instead she drove her mouth forward, engulfing his cock, taking half of it to the back of her throat. Mikhel couldn’t stop himself. His hips pumped forward, needing to be deeper, needing to come inside her.

Her lips clamped around his cock and sucked as he forced his shaft to withdraw from the sweet cavern of her mouth. His eyes burned and he felt his teeth stretching long, changing. He pushed back in, sliding deep one more time, feeling his cum spurt out and flood her mouth. He gripped her head, stroking her throat as she gulped down his cum.

A low growl ripped from his throat, the animal pleased by her acceptance.

“Good girl,” he whispered, smoothing her hair, loving the way she felt beneath his hands. Her tongue continued to caress his cock as he pulled back, slipping out of her mouth, knowing he would fuck it again soon. A drop of his cum clung to the corner of her lips. His cock twitched, coming alive again at the sight. She was well and truly marked. But there would be more. When he came inside her, there would be more. His scent would fill her, sink into her skin.

She blinked up at him, her eyes wide and a little dazed. As if she was stunned by what she’d just done. And what was being done to her. Her hips rolled in a slow rocking thrust and he knew Zach was continuing his tongue fuck. The wet, sexy sounds coming from between her legs made him ache to fill her. But first he would give Zach his time.

“Zach, make her come.”

Zach groaned as if he’d finally been given what he wanted. The sound seemed to travel through Taylor’s body, rolling into a low moan from her lips as her hips moved, a little faster, a little harder.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck his mouth, ride him.”

He took a step back and watched. Her hands fell away and she placed her fists on her naked thighs. Her mouth was open and head tipped back. Loose strands of her hair were starting to tumble from the elaborate hairstyle she’d worn tonight. She looked wild and sexual, a goddess with her lover servicing her, rocking back and forth, rubbing herself against Zach’s mouth.

The seductive moans built from inside her until she was almost panting.

“Come for me,” Mikhel commanded. “Let me watch you.”

Zach responded to Mikhel’s command as well and wrapped his lips around her clit, rubbing his tongue across the side, just the right touch to ignite her orgasm. The sensation shot through her pussy, so intense she pushed up, needing to escape his mouth.

Her vision blurred and she heard a cry fill the room, vaguely aware that it belonged to her. The jolt ripped through her core, expanding until it reached her fingertips. Breath battered her lungs as she tried to regain control of her body.

As the last tendrils of the orgasm slipped away, strength left her and she fell forward, catching herself on her hands, staring down at the soft plush carpet beneath her. She hadn’t known her body was capable of coming that hard. She licked her lips and found a lingering trace of Mikhel’s cum. It tasted sweet, seductive. Like nothing she’d ever tasted before.

Coming back to herself, she realized her position and lifted her head, looking around, over her shoulder. Both men stood behind her, staring at her. Their eyes trained on her sex. Feeling terribly exposed, she started to sink to her side, to hide—

“No. Don’t move, baby. I like this view of you.” Mikhel’s command locked her in place. God, what was it about his voice, his power, that made her want to obey him, please him? “So pink and pretty. That lovely wet cunt.” She shivered at the words and the blatant sexual appreciation in his voice. “Zach’s still licking your taste off his mouth.” She looked at the other man and saw that Mikhel was right. The heat in Zach’s eyes was just as strong as Mikhel’s but different. He wanted her but the power wasn’t there. The urgency. Not like Mikhel. She knew he was going to fuck her hard. And soon.

She moaned and dropped her head, sagging forward as the images filled her, her pussy throbbing with the need to feel him.

“That’s it, baby. Lift that sweet tail of yours, offer it to me.” Her body again acceded to his demand and she leaned down, catching her weight on her elbows as she pumped her ass up, her legs spread wide open.

“Damn, look at how pretty she is,” Zach whispered.

“Yes.”

As she punched her hips up again, hot, strong fingers stroked her skin. Mikhel. He slid his hand down her ass, a light caress that made her think of a warm breeze. How strange that she knew he would fuck her hard but his touch was so gentle. His fingers dipped down, sliding along the slit of her ass, deeper, until he reached her pussy opening.

Brutally aware of her own desire, she could feel how wet she was, knew she had to be coating his fingers with her pussy juice. Embarrassment tried to insinuate itself into her brain—that she was too eager, almost desperate—but the hunger and the remembered heat in Mikhel’s stare pushed the insecurity away. These men wanted her. She moved into his touch, trying to get more.

“Hmm, I think our sweet little bitch wants to be fucked. And hard.” As he spoke, he pushed a finger into her pussy. “Don’t you.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.” She moaned, pumping against his hand. The finger slipped out of her and her moan turned to a whimper. He couldn’t leave her like this. She needed him. Two fingers thrust into her, stretching her, making her cry out. “She’s tight. She’s going to squeeze us so hard.” The way he talked to Zach made her pussy even wetter, like she was a slave they were considering buying. Wicked slave girl fantasies popped into her head, knowing that Mikhel and Zach would make for demanding masters.

Mikhel’s fingers started to withdraw and Taylor braced herself for the loss. But he didn’t pull out completely. He began to pump inside her, slow at first and then faster, whispering words of encouragement as she thrust her pussy back, driving him deeper. The sharp, shallow finger fuck made the ache worse. She lifted up almost to the tips of her toes, offering, begging for more.

“Damn, Mikhel, fuck her. I can’t take much more.” She flipped her hair out of the way and looked back. Zach was watching, his cock out of his trousers and in his hand, his fingers curled around the thick rod, pumping at a half-time beat of the hard penetrations of Mikhel’s fingers. She licked her lips, wondering what he would taste like and when she could have him in her mouth.

Mikhel’s fingers slipped out of her and she moaned. Afraid he would leave her, she leaned her head down farther, raising her hips, blatantly offering herself.

She heard the slow slide of a zipper and knew Mikhel was behind her.

“I’m going to mount you this way the first time.” That there were would be more times made her tremble. “You’ll feel me deep this way, take all of me.”

“Yes, Mikhel.” The same submissive tone she’d heard from Zach had crept into her voice.

“Good girl.”

The blunt head of his cock pressed against her opening, sliding into her, but then he stopped. She heard a sound and looked back. Zach had torn a condom off the strip and offered it to Mikhel. Mikhel looked at it for a long time, like he didn’t want to take it but Zach’s determination was clear on his face. He pushed the condom forward, slapping into Mikhel’s hand. Mikhel’s eyes squinted and he huffed like he was clearing his throat, but he ripped open the package and rolled the protection over his staff.