Eve pushed down her panties, revealing her pale blonde triangle of pubic hair. I stared into her eyes and pressed my middle finger to her mound, dipped just into the soft crease of her lips the way I’d seen her do in front of Quinn.
“You’re hot,” I whispered, keeping my finger where it was and absorbing the satiny, moist feeling of another woman’s intimate parts.
“I’m hot for you,” she murmured. “Take your clothes off too, Ariane. I want to touch you as well.”
I withdrew my hand and stepped out of my jeans and knickers. We were both completely naked.
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“Lie down with me,” Eve said, twining her fingers with mine and tugging me to the bed.
We lay down, side by side. Eve slid her hands to my face and we kissed, indulgently, wetly. We were in no mad rush, we knew we would both get what we wanted from each other. Imagining Liam and Quinn watching us, getting turned-on by our naughty girly antics, had me writhing and positioning my limbs like an actress might. I was caught in the moment with Eve but also acutely aware of my audience.
“I want to make you come with my mouth,” Eve murmured, tipping my shoulder so I lay on my back. “I want to taste you, lick you, feel you come under my tongue, on my tongue. Can I do that to you, Ariane? Can I be the first woman to kiss you down there?”
I gazed into her eyes. They sparkled with desire and longing. She meant what she said. She wanted her mouth on my desperate, swelling pussy.
“Yes,” I said quietly. “Yes, make me come.” I squirmed, suddenly impatient to experience this new sensation.
She smiled in a self-satisfied way and slid her body down mine. Our breasts squashed briefly, her slight ones against my heavier ones as she headed lower. She kissed my sternum, my hard, needy nipples and my navel, her tongue lapping and scrolling over my skin. As I parted my thighs for her I stared at the camera, at Quinn and Liam on the other side of the lens.
I was making out with a woman, the men were secretly watching. We were being so bad. It was so deliciously good.
Dragging my gaze away, I shifted up to my elbows and watched Eve’s fingers dip below my bare mound. She went straight for my entrance, rimming and circling the sensitive ridge of flesh she found there before smoothly penetrating me with one, long slim finger.
“Oh god,” I gasped. The small penetration was exquisite in its delicateness and my pussy gripped it frantically.
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“You like that?” Eve asked in a hoarse whisper, studying her own movements carefully.
“Yes, oh yes,” I hissed, now fascinated by the sensation and the sight of her other fingers moving over and around my clit as daintily as a pianist’s, tickling and spreading pliable flesh. As she worked me I began to swell and throb, a huge rush of heat and blood speeding to my clit and making it pulse wonderfully.
“I love your bare pussy,” she said, pulling her finger out then smoothing back in, even higher this time. “Your lips are soft and dark like velvet.” Her warm breath washed over my skin.
“Liam likes it,” I managed and then groaned as her finger hooked forward and stroked my G-spot.
“I bet he does,” she said. “And I bet he likes to do this too.” She removed her finger from my pussy and then carefully, with splayed digits, spread my labia so the glossy, pea-sized bud of my clit was left unprotected and jutting forward. The cool air circled over my exposed flesh and I watched as the tip of her tongue darted out, like a snake, and she flicked it across my pale, vulnerable clit.
I cried out at the profound feeling, hard and soft, delicate and strong. My elbows collapsed and my back hit the mattress. “Not exactly like that,” I gasped. Again I twisted my face to the camera. What would the guys be thinking? They were the only people who’d done this to me for years, so many years. Would they be jealous? Would they be imagining my flavor and texture as they watched?
She gave a little chuckle and the taut tip of her tongue scooted over my clit again.
But this time it wasn’t once, it continued. Tight little circles over it and around it. My head thrashed and blood pounded through my ears as I gave myself up to the moment, as I gave myself over to Eve. It was so intense, there was no letup, she was relentlessly focused on my climax. My clit had nowhere to hide, no choice but to take the pressure.
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forward. “Oh god,” I cried, then immediately squirmed up the bed away from her. The force of her tongue was too intense, too much. The climax had been swift and sharp. An edgy pleasure only this side of pain.
Panting, I scissored my legs and locked in the throbbing and contracting. “Eve, that was…oh god, that was so fast.” My heart was like a jungle drum pounding in my chest.
I could barely catch my breath.
She giggled as she shimmied up beside me and cupped my breast. “I thought you’d like it that way,” she said, her damp thumb flicking over my nipple. “It’s good to get the first orgasm out of the way, then you can play as you work on the next.” I dragged in a deep breath and again thought of Liam and Quinn. They’d be surprised at the speed at which I’d come—thirty seconds of her expert mouth and Eve had split me apart. It wasn’t deeply satisfying, carob as opposed to chocolate, water rather than wine, but it had shaken me from head to foot.
“Your turn,” I said. “Let’s get your first one out of the way too.” She breathed deep and her face took on a serious expression. “When Quinn called me yesterday and invited me over for dinner I just happened to be in the city shopping.” She sat up and reached for her handbag, dragged it across the covers and undid the zipper. “I didn’t know what to expect,” she said. “Quinn had told me about your relationship, the three of you, and although he’d turned me down the night before I couldn’t help but hope that the invite to the farm was for something more than food.”
“And it was,” I said, reaching out and running my fingers through her silken hair. It hung over her collarbone and brushed her breast like a soft caress. “And I think you and Quinn both enjoyed yourselves.”
“Oh yes.” Her brows twitched. “We did.” She pulled out a royal-blue box. “But after hearing about you and then seeing you in the bar, I was also hoping that perhaps I would be invited to play with you too, and for that I ditched clothes shopping and headed into a different kind of shop.” She paused. “Because I wanted this.” Flipping the cardboard lid open, she revealed a long flesh-colored dildo. It had a fat head and raised 166
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veins. She laid it on the covers and tipped up the box. A black piece of material studded with a red clip fell out along with a tube of anti-bac lube. “As well as being fun, I also hoped this would be educational for you.”
“Educational?” I couldn’t stop staring at the enormous dildo. It was so lifelike, it was extraordinary, not like the colorful vibrators I owned.
“It’s a strap-on, you attach the dildo here.” Eve demonstrated by clicking the base of the cock on to the red plug. “Then you wear these and hey, presto, you’ve got a cock, Ariane.”
My eyes widened. “You want me to wear that and…and use it on you?” I touched the rubbery object, smoothed my finger over the head and down the cool, artificial shaft, marveling at the fleshy texture.
“Yes.” Her eyes sparkled and she grinned as though she were a naughty schoolgirl.
“I like cock inside me,” she said. “I like real cock best, but I want you to experience what it’s like for your husbands when they fuck you. Of course we can’t give you the full sensation, but you’ll get the idea. The gist of it.”
“But, but what do you get out of it?”
“I get to come, I get to come because you’re in me, fucking me like you’re a man.
And I’m guessing by your face it would be the first time you’ve worn one of these.” I picked up the strapping and studied the big, pale cock. “Yes.”
“Put it on,” Eve said in a low, persuasive voice, her head dipping close to mine and the flowery smell of her hair filling my nose. “Please, Ariane, put it on and fuck me.” Quickly I stood and slipped into the panty-style strappings. I needed no more coaxing, this was going to be a unique experience, plus it would be great for the show I was orchestrating. I yanked it up over my knees and thighs. The gusset section was crotchless and the straps were velvety and soft around my hips and fitted with two small, silver buckles. I fiddled, drawing them a little tighter, then looked down at the new addition to my anatomy and angled myself toward the camera.
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The protruding cock was big and stiff and I could sense its weight on the front of my mound. I wrapped my fist around it and squeezed the way I’d seen Liam and Quinn do many times to their own cocks.
“It looks good on you,” Eve said, licking her lips. “Big.” Her eyes were wide, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breaths. She was really turned-on by my cock. She wanted it. She wanted it in her. A sudden rush of power consumed me. I was going to penetrate her, touch deep inside her body. The urge to give her what she wanted was overwhelming. To enter her hot depths and make her writhe and beg and come was suddenly the only thing I could think of.
I climbed quickly onto the bed again, crawling over her and catching her mouth in mine. She moaned as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, realizing I was going to give her exactly what she’d asked for. The cock pressed into her belly.
“Oh, please,” she murmured through our kiss. “Touch me, touch me more, Ariane.” I slid my hand down her chest, over her breasts to her pussy, stroking her fine pubic hair as I settled between her legs. Dipped my fingers lower and brushed over her outer lips, thin and neat, moist and smooth.
She moaned and spread her legs wider, inviting me in as we kissed. My fingers searched out her entrance. Touching another woman so intimately was highly erotic.
She felt different to me, tidier, smaller. She smelled different, too—the scent of her sex was musky and powdery. I pushed two fingers inside her and her gasp into my mouth swelled my own lust and sense of power.
“Oh yes, please, more,” she begged as I rocked the heel of my hand over her clit.
I pushed up higher. The tight muscles and slippery tissues of her pussy squeezed my fingers. She was wet, really wet, her essence slick and warm. I pulled out and spread her moisture over the cock, then positioned the head at her entrance to make sure when I thrust it was going to be a perfect aim. An image of Liam filled my head, how he balanced himself above me just before penetration. He always paused a 168
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moment, as if savoring the power, the control, reveling in the desperation he created in me.
I did the same to Eve.
Her hands grasped at my shoulders, her heels hooked over my thighs and her body rose toward mine. “Ariane,” she cried in a strained, frantic voice. “Please, now.” I curled my hips forward and studied her face as the cock entered her. Her mouth opened in a silent exclamation, her eyes were wide as saucers. I kept sliding in, burying myself higher and higher. Her fingers squeezed my shoulders and a moan erupted from her throat. I pushed deeper. I was in control, I was claiming her body.
“Oh god,” she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut, her neck arching against the bed.
“That’s…amazing.”
It was a wonderful feeling to be giving such pleasure just from my entry.
Encouraged, I began to rock my hips against her mound. She groaned, long and guttural, wrapped her legs tighter around my thighs and pulled me down for a kiss.
Our tongues tangled, hot and slippery. I pulled the cock nearly out each time I thrust and concentrated on rubbing up hard and steady against her clit when I rode to maximum penetration. Her moans and increasingly fast pants told me I was getting it right. She smoothed her hands down my back and then up to my hair, quickly, hurriedly, as though trying to touch me everywhere all at once.
I supported my weight on my elbows and managed to cup her right breast. I nipped and pinched her nipple, tugged it between my thumb and finger.
“Please, harder, harder,” she breathed into my mouth. “Harder, Ariane, please.” I did as she asked, tweaking and jerking her nipple roughly. Teasing it to a stretched point. She groaned and writhed. I upped the pace with my hips and she rose to greet each thrust. The front of the strap-on rubbed against my clit and I rode on a pleasurable wave of stimulation.
“That’s it, oh god, I’m…I’m coming,” she cried, her nails digging into my shoulders and her heels locking in the small of my back.
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I pumped harder, shoved into her with gusto. Beads of sweat formed on my brow and between my breasts. I didn’t let up with her nipple as her face contorted. She ceased all movement for a long, exquisite few seconds then twanged forward shaking, convulsing, clutching my body to hers.
“Oh yes, sweet Jesus, yes,” she panted, her lips a hairsbreadth from mine. “That’s intense, really fucking intense, Ariane.”
I stilled and she flopped down. Smiling, I released her nipple, wrapped her in my arms and absorbed the shock waves rippling through her body. I wished my cock were real so I could feel her pussy clamping around it, spasming and throbbing, wet and hot.
“So that’s the first one out of the way for you too,” I said, after several minutes of catching my breath.
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Chapter Twelve
“Don’t I get an invite to the party?”
The sudden deep voice to my left dragged my attention from Eve.
Quinn stood by the side of the bed. His eyes sparkled down at us, black with desire and heavy with lust.
“Of course,” I said as my gaze dropped down his lean, naked chest, over his dark trail of abdominal hairs to his long, thick cock. He was hard, extremely hard.