Danger of Desire (3 page)

Donovan continued to stroke my body as I kissed Jack; he loved the frenetic quality of our movement. He took advantage of my position and eased my shorts down my bare legs, leaving me naked between their still fully clothed bodies.

I no longer cared about the words—I could be single, or dating, or easy, or a fucking nymphomaniac. Nothing mattered but the two men holding me and how they cared for me and wanted me and how I wanted them. They were my friends, and my lovers, and my midnight fantasies come to life. All I wanted was to have them consume me until nothing else existed and the world fell away.

I turned to Donovan and thrust my fingers into the hair at his nape, and in a moment of crazed bravery, I pulled him to me, crushing my bare breasts against his chest and looked into his eyes.

“I want you,” I said quietly, no other words needed, and then I kissed him with all the pent up passion within me, burning my desire into him so there could be no denying it. Donovan growled deep in his throat, his feral side emerging and he pulled me even closer. While still plundering my mouth I felt him toeing off his shoes. Jack was removing his shirt, and a wave of dizziness washed over me as an image of the two of them, naked, branded itself into my brain.

Jack trailed kisses down my back, tracing paths lower and lower until he was gently biting the soft roundness of my ass. Every time I felt his teeth dig into my tender skin I felt an electric shock course through my body to my clit, triggering another wave of wetness in my pussy. Jack reached between my legs and played with the wetness, teasing me, taunting me, feeling the lips of my pussy clench as he would graze them but never fulfilling his promise by sliding them inside me. I had pulled my lips away from Donovan’s during one particularly suggestive stroke of Jack’s fingers and I was panting with desire.

“Easy, Pet,” he whispered as he guided me to my hands and knees so Jack would have better access to my pussy. “We have all the time in the world.”

I wanted to howl at him that I didn’t want to wait, that I wanted to come
now
but I couldn’t catch my breath enough to speak. I just arched my back and pushed my ass further towards Jack’s teasing hand, hoping upon hope that he would have mercy and fuck me with those beautiful fingers.

Suddenly I realized that Donovan had removed his shirt and was in the process of unzipping his pants and I knew that I had to get closer—I had to have his cock in my hands or in my mouth,
somewhere!
—and I had to have it
now
. I leaned as far forward as I could without losing all contact with Jack and nuzzled my head against Donovan’s crotch, burying my nose in the crease where his hip joined his thigh. Wordlessly he pulled his fatigues down and then slid them off, his cock bouncing heavily in front of me. It was dark with blood, engorged in his excitement, and I could see wetness spread across the head. I was drooling in anticipation, and pounced upon it unwilling to wait any longer.

I was still leaning on my hands so I shifted to where I could use just one for support and the other for more satisfying things. I wrapped my free hand around the base of Donovan’s cock and bobbed up and down his rigid shaft, sucking hard as I reached the head and then loosening the suction as I slid back down again. Donovan had both hands in my hair, guiding me up and down his cock, groaning as I pulled back, licked the tip like an ice cream, and then swallowed his length again.

I felt Jack shifting behind me but then I lost track, focusing only on the beautiful cock in front of me, until I felt his hands gently pushing my knees apart. I followed his direction, listening to him murmur his approval of my treatment of Donovan, and only jerked when I felt the tickle of his hair as it brushed against my inner thighs.

Jack had shifted us into the open space on the floor and had flipped onto his back, sliding his head between my knees. He grasped the backs of my knees and separated them until I was spread open above his face, his hungry tongue lapping at my pussy. The thought of those beautiful lips of his wrapped around my clit sent a shiver wracking through my body and a river of wetness flooding his face. He groaned and brought his hands up to frame my ass as he slowly parted my pussy lips with his thumbs. The cool air that teased my most secret parts enhanced the incredible sensation of being parted and I squirmed in pleasure. Jack took this as encouragement and latched onto my clit with such vigor that I was afraid it would hurt, but instead it just triggered a cascade of sensations that sped from one nerve ending to another, tightening every muscle in my body until they were screaming in need of release.

Jack took that moment to move one hand, pressing his well-slicked thumb against my asshole, the pressure adding incredible sensation to an already overwhelming experience and it was more than I could stand. Donovan pulled his cock from my mouth as my orgasm began, and he added his fingers on my breasts to the tidal wave of sensation that was overwhelming me, and my body exploded into a million pieces as my climax chased itself in dizzying circles, higher and higher until I almost screamed from the pleasure.

My legs were trembling and in a swift movement Jack had slid me down his body until he could simply hold me as I juddered and shuddered on top of him. I watched as Donovan stroked the length of his cock in his fist, his eyes running over us, noting the contrast in my white softness and Jack’s chiseled cinnamon skin.

Usually an orgasm like that would send me straight to sleep, but I had so much pent up frustration that as soon as it had passed all I could do was focus on the body beneath me. I slid up Jack’s length, enjoying the feel of him and sank my teeth into the muscle along the side of his neck where it joined his shoulder and I felt him quake beneath me.

“You’re amazing, Darcy,” he breathed, inhaling through his nose as he tried to control himself, but I didn’t want him in control and I bit him again. Jack loosed a moan and arched under me, pressing his hard cock into my stomach.

I wanted that cock, and I wanted it badly. I turned to Donovan and saw him watching us and it just spurred me on further. I caught Donovan’s eyes and grinned wickedly at him, and when he looked at me and nodded I lifted myself a little and caught Jack’s cock against my slick pussy lips, teasing both him and myself by sliding along its length. I stroked him again, and again, and as his breathing hitched in his throat I held my hips still. He looked at me wide-eyed and I could see tiny dark flecks in his emerald irises. His pupils were dilated and his breathing was shallow, and there was just the tiniest question on his face, as if he wondered why I stopped. When the look finally turned needy and he began to rock under me, I shifted again. The blunt tip of his cock was lodged against my opening and I paused just a second before dropping my hips, allowing its girth to split me wide, my slick lips closing around the narrower collar just below the head. The invasion drove the air from me and my muscles squeezed him tightly, hungry for more. I rocked gently, teasing us both, slicking his cock with my juices, until he grabbed my hips, and pulled me tightly against him.

The feeling was amazing. He was buried deep inside me, not moving, and I could feel the walls of my pussy randomly fluttering and tightening around him. I couldn’t stop it, couldn’t control it. It was wonderful, electric, and frustrating all at once. His fingers dug into my hips and prevented me from moving and when I growled my frustration at him he just laughed.

It was then that I realized Donovan was behind me. He pressed himself tightly against my back and whispered roughly in my ear, “Did you need that, Pet? Did you need a big hard cock in your hungry pussy?”

I gasped at his voice. I loved hearing him talk like that. During our night together he had shown a true talent for it. His breath was hot against my ear and his back scorched mine. He licked the ridge of my ear and kissed his way down my neck, his weight holding me impaled on Jack’s cock.

“You cannot imagine how amazing you look—you straddling Jack, your legs stretched wide, your ass in the air, both of you slick and your pussy filled to overflowing.” He bit the back of my neck and I felt the nerves tighten and I was unable to move. He slid his hands down my sides, stopping to pay attention to my breasts—cupping them, pinching them—and then further down until he splayed his hands around my waist.

Jack’s face was flushed below me, and I could tell that he was as turned on by Donovan’s actions as I was, adding his hands to Donovan’s as they trailed across my body. I could feel the heavy weight of Donovan’s cock lodged in the cleft of my ass and I wriggled a little to move him, but only succeeded in trapping him further between my cheeks.

I groaned inwardly as the image of him pressed against my asshole flooded my inner eye. I’d always shied away from that, but during our night together Donovan had introduced me to how intensely pleasurable it could be. I have to admit, even the taboo factor of it added to its appeal, and having Jack explore that area earlier had only inflamed my desire. Donovan was intoxicating, his weight a constant stimulus, and I couldn’t help but move against him.

Moving against him meant fucking myself even more on Jack’s glorious cock, and soon I didn’t know why I was wriggling, I just had to do it. Up and down and in tiny circles I rotated my hips against them, and when Donovan pulled away from me I thought that I would cry at the loss, but Jack thrust upwards at that moment and instead of crying out in loss, I was crying out in pleasure.

Donovan returned a few moments later and kneeled between Jack’s knees. He trailed a hot hand down my back until he reached the crack of my ass and then teased my rosebud with a fiery finger.

“Get up on your knees more, Pet,” he insisted as he pressed against that mysterious spot, “I want to see Jack’s cock as it slides in and out of your pussy,” and I couldn’t help but oblige, fucking Jack, and fucking myself, and hoping upon hope that it was a beautiful sight for the man behind me.

“Oh God, Darcy,” Jack groaned as I slid up and down his length, “Your body is a miracle,” and I kissed him, teasing him with my tongue, tugging with my teeth, loving the way he tasted, loving the feel of his cock in me.

“Yes it is, Pet,” Donovan echoed, and suddenly there was something new, as Donovan poured something slick along the crack of my ass, rubbing gently with his hand, and stopping to tease that spot again.

“Donovan,” I breathed, almost afraid of the sensation—it had been intense before, and I couldn’t imagine handling two of them—and he paused for a moment.

“Just relax, Pet,” he said, as he began stroking me again. “Remember how good it felt before. Remember Jack touching you there… and relax. Just focus on how good it feels.”

His voice was hypnotic and his touches intensified, pressure building on my asshole until I thought it must hurt, but it never did. He played with my nipple with a free hand and Jack had reached between us and had his thumb pressed against my clit and suddenly Donovan’s finger was sliding in and out and it was amazing.

“Oh God, Donovan,” I moaned, arching back towards him only to realize that it impaled me deeper on Jack’s cock. I couldn’t move without increasing the sensation, and it was building and building again, and I whimpered in desire.

“I want to be inside you, Pet,” Donovan whispered hotly in my ear, his weight pinning me to Jack’s chest. His heavy cock was rubbing against my slick cheeks and this time it was even more tempting. “I want to feel Jack’s cock in your pussy; I want to feel you tight around me.” Donovan leaned in to my ear and whispered, “Please, Pet. Trust me.”

I opened my mouth and nothing came out, so I swallowed and tried again.

“I want you, too,” I whispered, my cheeks flaming, but neither of my men seemed surprised or embarrassed, Jack groaning his approval and Donovan tilting my face to his, taking my lips in a tender kiss.

“That’s my girl.”

He slid down my back, the movement pressing me into Jack again wrenching a moan from us both, and I heard the tearing of a foil packet and looked over my shoulder to see Donovan covering himself. He then stroked my asshole with a finger again before pressing his cock against it, at first barely and then more insistently.

Jack started to gently rock his hips under me, and my clit kept bumping against him, ratcheting the level of my excitement to new heights. Donovan increased the pressure against my asshole and it suddenly gave way, stretching around his cock, the tightness amazing as I felt myself stretched and filled.

I could not believe it; it wasn’t enough. I wanted all of him. I wanted all of them both. I wanted them buried so deeply inside me I couldn’t tell where I ended and they began. I wanted to feel his hips against my ass as I came. I was overcome by my desires and I started to rock back and forth, gathering momentum as I went.

Donovan stilled in shock as I started to move, but quickly joined the rhythm, and I knew that the sensation of the two cocks rubbing against each other, only a thin barrier between them, was amazing for them both as well. Donovan pinned me and slid inside me, one hard inch at a time, and I could feel them both, Jack sliding below me, and Donovan above, matching their movements so that as one withdrew the other advanced. But they were so gentle… too gentle. I wanted more… and I begged them.

“Please! More… I need more.”

“We don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart,” Jack whispered up at me, and I crashed my lips down on his and kissed him madly, pleading, “I’ll stop you if it hurts, just please… please fuck me!”

I was frantic, and my lovers obliged. Jack thrust into me hard and fast, and Donovan matched his tempo, holding his weight off me so I could breathe.