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Page 45

Author: Olivia Cunning

Watching her be naughty turned Brian on? How would he react if she sucked Trey’s cock?

She slid down Trey’s body until the visual evidence of his excitement was at eye level. His shaft was uncommonly long, but lean. She wasn’t sure if she could swal ow him, but she was wil ing to try.

“W-wait, Myrna,” Trey gasped.

She took him into her mouth, deep into the back of her throat. She swal owed. Trey groaned. She sucked him gently, paying attention to his reactions to determine how he liked to be pleasured. Brian placed a hand on her forehead and eased her back off Trey’s cock until he fel free of her mouth. Trey sucked a breath through his teeth. She looked up at Brian, feeling uncertain of her actions. “Should I not have done that?”

“That’s not it. I want some attention, too.”

Her gaze shifted to The Beast and she smiled. “I didn’t mean to ignore you, big guy.” She shifted on the bed and took Brian’s thick cock into her mouth. She held the base of his shaft while she sucked him with the rapid technique she knew he liked best. She soon had him gasping in excitement.

She heard the sound of Trey’s belt buckle being fastened behind her. He unwrapped a cherry sucker and slurped it into his mouth. The mattress sagged as he moved to leave. Brian grabbed his arm.

“My woman wants you to fuck her, Trey. Are you going to give her what she wants, or not?” He sank his fingers into her hair, panting in pleasure as she continued to work the head of his cock with her lips and tongue. “I mean look at her. Maybe you can say no to her, but I can’t. I can’t deny her anything.”

“You’re seriously asking me to bang Myrna?” Trey asked.

Out of the corner of her eye, Myrna caught sight of him clutching his crotch.

“No, not bang her. We’re going to make love to her. Together.”

“Are you stoned, Brian?” Trey said. “You wil never forgive me for this. I know you won’t.”

“No, I’m not stoned.” He leaned close to Trey and whispered something into his ear. Trey leaned back and stared at Brian for a long moment. He shrugged. “Wel , if you’re sure.” He unfastened his belt buckle again and stripped himself naked.

Caught in a moment of indecision, Myrna’s heart thudded with apprehension. Could she real y go through with this? She released Brian’s cock and he gasped brokenly. Rising to her knees, she knelt before Trey and stared into his seductive green eyes. The man was sexy, no doubt about it. He removed his sucker from his mouth and rubbed it over her nipple. He then lowered his head to remove the sticky residue with his tongue. Myrna’s hands went to his silky hair, simultaneously trying to push him away and hold him to her throbbing breast. Brian spooned up against her back, his hands sliding down her bel y and hips, his hard cock pressed firmly into the crack of her ass.

Something harder than a tongue flicked against her nipple. Myrna gasped in surprise. She’d forgotten Trey had his tongue pierced. And God, it felt good.

She relaxed against Brian’s body, concentrating on the feel of Trey’s eager tongue flicking over her nipple. “Do you have magic fingers like Master Sinclair, Trey?” she asked in a low voice.

Trey glanced up at her with sultry green eyes, part of his right eye obscured by his long bangs. He grinned crookedly. “Would you like to find out?”

“Brian can make me come in under ten seconds. Let’s see what you can do.”

“Ten seconds, huh?” Trey said. “With just his fingers?”

“You don’t believe her?” Brian asked.

“Ten seconds? No, I don’t.” He lifted his head and glanced down at his watch. “Go for it. I’l time you.”

Brian’s hand slid down the middle of her body to the swol en flesh between her thighs. She gripped his thighs and leaned against his shoulder as his fingers sought her clit in the nest of curls.

“Wait a minute,” Trey said. “She could be faking.”

“I never fake an orgasm.”

“So she says.” Trey’s hand touched the inside of her thigh. “May I?”

She nodded slightly and Trey slid two fingers inside her. She tensed. Brian kissed her neck. “Relax,” he murmured. “It’s okay.”

It was difficult to relax knowing it was Trey’s fingers curled inside her. He twisted his hand and she shuddered.

“You ready?” Brian whispered into her ear.

She bit her lip and nodded. Trey twisted his fingers the other direction. Her mouth fel open and she gasped.

“I think I can make her come by just twisting my fingers,” Trey said.

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Brian said. “Ten seconds.”

Trey looked at his watch again. “Go.”

Brian’s fingers rubbed her clit with his practiced pressure and rhythm. Within a dozen strokes, Myrna shuddered and cried out, clinging to Brian’s thighs. Her pussy convulsed rhythmical y around Trey’s fingers.

“Jesus. That was like eight seconds,” Trey said. He twisted his fingers again and Myrna’s legs buckled. He slid his fingers from her body and added them to his mouth with his sucker. “Mmmmm. Does she always taste this good?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“No wonder you’re always in bed with her. I never realized she was this hot. Sed doesn’t know, does he?”

“No and you’d better not tel him.”

“I need to lie down,” Myrna murmured.

Brian guided her trembling body down until she was lying on her back. She covered her face with her hands. She real y was a whore. She’d loved having Trey’s fingers up her cunt while Brian stroked her clit until she’d cried out with sexual release. Jeremy had been so right about her. She felt sick to her stomach.

A pair of lips kissed the inside of her thigh. Too soft to be Brian’s lips. Trey’s? She kept her hands over her face. Could she al ow Trey to have his way with her without permanent trauma to her psyche?

The soft lips kissed their way up her thigh until they reached the top of her leg. Something probed her ever-eager hole. Not his fingers or his tongue. His sucker? Don’t, she thought. He dipped his candy inside her rhythmical y and sucked her clit into his mouth. Her fingers curled into her forehead. I can’t do this. He rubbed her clit with the stud piercing in the flat of his tongue until she began to tremble. Can’t do this. She gasped. Oh yes, that’s the spot. Lick it, Trey. I want your mouth on me. I like it. Trey removed his cherry sucker from her pussy and replaced it with his tongue. He wriggled and twirled his tongue, and then thrust it into her deeply. She’d never been eaten out quite like this before. She shuddered. If Brian had an uncommon talent with his fingers, then Trey’s had to be with his tongue.

“God, that feels good,” she whimpered.

The mattress sagged beside her. Brian straddled her chest and leaned over her. She moved her hands from her eyes. His cock bounced against her chin. “Suck me?”

She opened her mouth wide and he slid inside. She sealed her lips around him and he thrust into her throat, holding onto the headboard for support so he didn’t choke her. She kept the suction tight and let him carry the rhythm. Her concentration was more on what Trey was doing to every part he could reach between her quivering thighs with his devilish tongue. Trey stimulated her with his cherry sucker again, and then spread her ass cheeks with both hands and tongued her asshole. She squirmed. God, that felt good, too. Was it possible to have an orgasm just by having your ass licked? Ripples of delight pulsated through her empty pussy. Her clit throbbed with neglect. Maybe just the anticipation could send her over the edge. “Mmmm.” She lost concentration and gagged on Brian’s cock. Brian pul ed back.

“You okay?” Brian asked, stroking her hair.

She nodded. Brian thrust forward again, pul ed back, thrust forward deep into her throat. Trey’s tongue writhed inside her back entrance. She tensed. She relaxed only when he withdrew his tongue altogether.

“God, you have a tight little ass, Myrna. Can I fuck it?”

She made a sound around Brian’s thrusting cock that must have sounded like agreement, though she wasn’t sure it was. Trey moved around the bed to a side table drawer that contained Brian’s favorite toys. From the corner of her eye, she watched Trey grab a tube of lube and a heavily ridged condom from the col ection. Her eyes widened in protest. Brian pul ed out of her mouth and sat on the bed beside her. He urged Myrna onto her stomach and offered his jutting cock to her again. “Like this, sweetheart. Give Trey some room to do his thing.”

His thing? What thing?

Her heart thudded in her chest.

Just don’t think about what Trey was going to do. Concentrate on Brian.

Myrna rested on her elbows, leaned over Brian’s lap and took him deep into her throat. She had better control in this position and could indulge him with other things she knew he liked. Her fingers stroked his asshole, teasing him with promises of penetration. Her head bobbed up and down over the head of his cock. Brian’s fingers tangled in the long strands of her hair as he groaned in encouragement.

Trey’s hands gripped Myrna’s hips and lifted her onto her knees. His thigh eased between her legs, widening her stance. He continued to arrange her body as he wanted it—her knees far apart, her back arched downward. He inserted a slippery finger into her ass, wetting her passage with some sort of warming lubricant. He added another finger, stretching her in various directions in preparation for his penetration. She got the feeling he did this often. More lube. More stretching and probing. As if she wasn’t already nervous enough.

She released Brian from her mouth. “Just put it in already.”

Trey slapped her ass. She winced. “I’l put it in when I’m good and ready,” he said. Which was apparently that moment. He eased into her body. Heat flooded her core.

“Oh,” she whimpered. She experienced no painful burning sensation as he slid deep into her ass. Paused. Pushed deeper. He gave her time to adjust, pressing forward a little at a time. Even when she’d accepted every inch of him and he rotated his hips to open her wider, it didn’t hurt at al . Trey’s cock wasn’t as thick as Brian’s and he obviously had a lot of practice in this technique. His angle of penetration was perfection. She rocked back against him with a groan.

“Do you like that?” Brian asked.

She expected him to start taking notes or something.

Trey pul ed back and she shuddered. He took her deep again. Dear God, yes. His thrusts became rhythmic, the heavy ribs on the condom further stimulating her throbbing flesh.

“Yeah,” she gasped. “He’s good at it. Oh.”

“That’s because he’s been done that way himself.” Brian chuckled.

Myrna expected Trey to protest Brian’s barb, but he said, “Fucked by the best.”

Trey’s rhythm was constant. Unrelenting. Myrna took Brian’s cock back into her mouth and matched Trey’s thrusts with the movement of her head and tongue. Trey skimmed his hands up her back, down her back, over her ass, down the backs of her thighs, and then stroked the same path in reverse. She shuddered. His fingertips slid up the fronts of her thighs, the protrusions of her hipbones, her bel y, breasts, and back again. The sides of her body next. Returning to her back. Every inch of her skin was alive with stimulation. The light pressure of his fingertips over her flesh never wavered. Each thrust matched his last perfectly. Trey Mil s was al about perfection. And when she became accustomed to his perfect synchrony, he slapped her ass again. The unexpected jolt to her system made her tense.

“Ow,” Brian protested.

She released him from her mouth. “Did I bite you?”

“Yeah. You’ve never bitten me before. You’re having a hard time concentrating, aren’t you?”

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