Authors: Ava Frost
I love a man that takes control. “What’s your name?”
“Angela,” I husked, sticking my hand out. Thank God I splurged and got a manicure and pedicure. Something about being beautified from head to toe made me more confident. Smooth kitty, pretty nails and silky hair, I was every man’s sexual dream.
It was like he could smell the arousal in between my legs. His eyes were piercing green, and they smoldered as he looked into mine.
“And you are?”
“Chad.”
“And who’s your friend?” I said between sips.
“Who?” he leaned closer, pretending he didn’t know who he left at his table.
“The one who’s trying to stare a hole through us for talking right now.”
He chuckled lowly.
“Shane. Don’t mind him.”
“Is he jealous?” I was starting to get concerned. I could see what I imagine was a hard chin underneath his dark beautiful facial hair.
“Sorta,” he smiled dangerously.
“Then why isn’t he over here?” I said as I raised my waxed brow.
“Because he’s a man of a few words. He’s more into actions.”
“Oh,” I said shocked. “So are you his wingman?” And here I thought he was interested in me.
“Sorta,” he leaned a little closer. “But what if we both wanted you?”
I almost choked on my drink.
“Sorry,” he says, though he sounded anything but sorry. “That was ungentlemanly.”
I recovered quickly and crossed my legs, causing the slit in my skirt to raise. “Yes, it was.” After another gulp, the glass was empty. “But I don’t mind.”
I just met this man but in minutes, his charm had me blushing like a school girl virgin and I haven’t been anything near that in some time. Between him and the man left at the table, my blood was boiling. I wanted to know how ungentlemanly he could be.
“You should tell him to come say hello.”
He leaned so close his breath tickled my earlobe. “I’ll let him know.”
As soon as he left, the temperature sunk a few degrees. He took the heat with him. It was like his body radiated it. Trisha saddled up to me quickly, “what was all that about? Why’d he leave?” she cried.
“Don’t worry. He’s coming back. Plus one.” I bragged.
“Oh girl, I’m proud of you!” she said high fiving me.
Five minutes later, instant warmth infused my core.
“Hello, beautiful.” His voice was deeper than Chad’s and sent chills down my spine.
“Hi.” My voice was lost in his golden irises. They had to be contacts.
“Would you care to dance?”
My stomach practically dropped out of my body. My legs wobbled at the thought of him holding me. Me in his muscular brown arms, his body rubbing against mine and keeping rhythm?! Good lord.
“I’d love to.”
He held his large hand out to receive my small one and together, we moved in between the thumping bass and the energetic crowds.
His hands slid down my arms slowly, caressing the uncovered skin and descended to my waist. His face held the most stoic look of intense concentration on his rugged features. I could imagine that would be the exact expression he would wear while I rode him. The vivid imagery made my body shiver against his thick thighs.
He led me from behind putting pressure on my hips when they should move, and I never felt more on beat. I wasn’t the best dancer though with alcohol I’ve been told I could really move. I look back to see what he thought of my gyrations, and he does the lazy smile thing before pulling me closer. One hand was splayed on my abdominal, and the other rubbed his thumb up and down my spine. The thin material of my shirt let me feel all of his calloused skin. Something large and hard nudged my bottom, and I gasped before standing upright.
“There’s still music,” he whispered.
“You’re distracting me,” I moaned, before putting my hands on my knees. His hand slid a little lower making me dizzy but then the song ended, changing to a slower tempo song and Chad was standing right in front of me.
“You want to go somewhere?” Chad asked, conveying what was on his mind with his eyes. I wanted him. I wanted this, but I have never done anything like this in my entire life.
“Ok,” I said in a breathy voice, whether from dancing or from the idea of what these men were going to do with me, I’m not sure.
Chad’s eyes darkened at my response and sparkled with wickedness.
Was I about to make a mistake? Chad didn’t let me change my mind. He grabbed my hand as his friend growled into my ear. “Text your friend. You’re coming with us.”
I quickly shot off a text to Trish and my roommate. I had no intentions of making it home tonight. Trish’s text came back quick, like she had been watching me as I made my way to the exit.
Good luck!
I think I didn’t even need lady lucky tonight. I was doing just fine on my own.
Chapter 2
He kissed me full on the lips, parting them as his tongue darted in and out, enticing mine to give chase. We were in a hotel hallway, to the side, just outside of public view and he didn’t care one bit. He broke off the kiss with an impish grin turning my head to the other side so he could kiss my neck. Shane was off paying for the room, and here we were waiting for the key. He needed to hurry because Chad wasn’t wasting any time. As his tongue danced lustfully along my collar, I rubbed my hand underneath his shirt, slowly down Chad’s bare chest, along his firm abs, and ended up on his bulging jeans. His muscles twitched under the pressure my nails made on his skin. I squeezed gently, feeling his growing erection.
“So you just couldn’t wait?” Shane growled, speeding towards us. His voice was like gravel. “Room 325.” Chad barely acknowledges his voice, but Shane stills us both. “Come on,” he said in a commanding voice.
When we stepped into the elevator, I was ripped from Chad’s arms. Shane’s lips move languidly over mine and despite the trembling of my body, his was perfectly stoic and in control. His tongue lapped at the seams of my lips and I gladly allowed entrance, sucking on it greedily. I tumbled from the elevator when the doors opened held upright by Chad as Shane unlocked the door. He turned on the lights while Chad pushed me onto the bed. They both undressed slowly before me. Two males, side by side, filling the room with testosterone. The view was like pheromones increasing my pulse. Shane with his brown skin and hard lines, practically carved out of granite, while Chad stood next to him with his creamy toned skin and trim figure, they were both incredible. They never took their eyes off me as they undressed their bodies. They were beautiful, the yin and yang of each other’s features. Their body hair was not overly groomed, and both of their long, thick, cocks stood at attention. Shane was circumcised, Chad was not.
“Turn around.” I was brazen and bold because I wanted to see all of them.
Shane stood defiantly a moment before turning like Chad did moments before. I drank in the comparison between Shane’s brown thighs and ass, and the perfect white skin Chad revealed when his jeans came off. My core leaked more when I saw their tattoos. I wanted to lick every inch of them. Chad had a blue-green dragon tattooed down his back with wings outstretched across his shoulders. Shane had a golden brown dragon tattooed on his back that wrapped around his spine. The dragon was folded in on itself, looking menacing and flaunting its spiked tail. Chad’s dragon looked almost bored while Shane’s dragon looked like he dared you to come close. They must have gone to the same artist because both dragons tattooed had the exact same eyes as the men. The eyes were hypnotic and perfectly detailed, same color, same shape only reptilian with a vertical slit for the pupil.
“I can’t wait any longer,” Shane said, turning to eye me like prey. I could tell he was the one in charge of this and what he said would go.
“Are you afraid of me?” He asked, positioning himself above my body.
“No.”
“You should be,” he said pulling my skirt down.
I started the night with no panties, and the surprised realization made Chad growl. “Would you look at that Shane?” Chad said. “Look at how wet that pussy is for us.”
I moaned. Dirty talk was such a rarity for me.
“Do you always keep your pussy bare?” Chad asked joining us on the bed.
“Yes,” I said, not noticing how my fingers inched to the smooth skin.
Intense pain shocked my descent. Shane slapped my hand.
“Do you like touching yourself? Chad asked.
I nodded, hand frozen inches from my wet skin.
“You will not make any movement tonight without my approval.”
I was panting, and neither one of their long dicks had touched me yet.
“Do you understand?” His hands clenched around my wrists.
I could only nod in agreement.
“If you disobey me, I will redden that beautiful lily ass before taking it. Do you understand? I murmured my assent. I’ve never had anal before but the prospect of it excited me.
“Now open your mouth just a little.”
I open my mouth, salivating at the sight of his rigid length in his hand.
“Touch it to her lips Chad. No more.”
Chad bent to obey, and I stuck my tongue out, trying to taste more than allowed.
His hand smacked my thigh. It didn’t hurt but it made me remember what he said. No movements unless he told me to.
“Keep it up Angela and I’m going to spank you.”
“Open your mouth a little wider and Chad, this time just the head.”
Chad groans, trying to restrain himself and I suck him hard, trying to draw him deeper.
“Behave!” Shane commands and the thought of receiving his wrath makes my juices flow.
I’m greedy for him, excited to touch his body. My mouth finds his muscular pecs and firm abs before pulling his skin back to take him deep.
“Chad, give Angela a show. Show her how you like your penis played with.” He pulled back, firmly stroking his length. My eyes were glued to his hand, wanting the opportunity to show I was a fast learner. Shane reached around to cup my breasts, lifting them, kissing them, pinching my nipples one after the other.
“Do you like this?” he asked pinching harder
My voice cracked as I tried to speak. “Yes.”
“What do you want?”
“Chad. In my mouth. Please.”
“You heard the lady Chad.”
I opened my mouth as wide as possible, taking him in, hard, imagining how he pumped his cock.
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed, tightening his hold on my hair.
I don’t care. He tastes like milk chocolate, and I had to know if his cum was as tasty as his pre-cum was. I circled his head, giving to the sensitivity I heard most uncircumcised men had.
Licking from tip to base, I slowly tongued his big beautiful balls, getting them wet and glowing.
Shane, sat back watching, and I widened my legs so he could see what this was doing to me.
He slapped my cunt unexpectedly causing me to moan. Shane was a true dominant. There was only one thing to do when he made an order, obey, because either way, the punishment, and reward would bring pleasure.
“Did I tell you to move?”
My mouth was too full to answer, but I loved the sensation I was still feeling from his punishment, I twirled my hips, ready for more.
Shane spanked me again, quickly cupping my sex to extend the pleasure.
It was too much. That single sharp sting to my most sensitive bud sent me into a blissful yet excruciating pleasure. I tore my mouth away from Chad, falling into his chest, gulping in air as I splintered apart.
They positioned me on my back as I tried to ride out the pulsing of my pussy. The tension was building.
“Spread your legs.”
Shane moved closer, guiding his cock down to my mouth while devouring me with his gaze.
“Fuck her Chad. Put her needy cunt out of its misery.”
He moved hesitantly, but I was needy. Struggling to hold on. “Please baby? Yes. Please”
He groaned, moving closer, lifting my butt, so his erection was in line with my slick entrance. “I would go slow, but” he growls while sinking into me, “the way your pussy is milking my cock, I think you like it my way.”
He thrust into me, harder and faster, controlling the speed I could suck Shane. I hollowed my mouth, content to let Shane go as far back as he could go. He triggered my gag reflex, causing tears to fall down my face and saliva to explode along his dick. I was unable to speak or do anything but hold on for the ecstasy-driven ride.
Suddenly he yanked back, holding his shaft with one hand and squeezing his balls with the other. His eyes are wild, and his lips snarl.
“Let me finish,” I demanded boldly.
“No,” he grimaced, trying to regain control.
I loved his wild look and the fight in his eyes. Something about pushing a man of his stature past the point of control into his orgasm without his consent was affirming. It made me feel even sexier. One more suck and he’d be mine.
“Get up,” he demanded.
Chad and I move immediately.