Clay moved onto the bed between her thighs, his hands moving slowly up from her ankles to the top of her thighs then spreading them wide. Her cunt glistened with moisture, beckoning to be tasted and touched."Wait. Zoe, raise your hips, sugar." Brad reached for the pillows on the other side of the bed and slid them beneath her, elevating her cunt. "Now I can get a better view."He was glad she'd gotten a fresh bikini wax. It left most of that delicious pussy bare to his sight, nothing hidden by a cluster of curls. He sucked in his breath when Zoe reached over and wrapped her fingers around his cock, sliding them gently up and down. "Easy there. I don't want this party to be over before it starts.""Come closer," she urged. "You're too far away."Brad bent slightly, bracing himself with one hand on the headboard. He was watching Zoe's sensuous lips as she opened them, her tongue reaching out to lap the head of his shaft. The contact was electric, his body jerking with the power of
The wine gave them all some breathing space, not just Zoe. Without saying it, everyone knew what was coming next. The main event. The high point in every ménage scene. She knew both men were going to fuck her and her spent body suddenly came to life as her brain fastened onto the thought. She could almost feel them both inside her, filling her, pumping into her, and she shivered with anticipation.She lounged back on the pillows, sipping at the wine, watching Clay and Brad through heavy-lidded eyes. Oh, yeah, they were both so definitely ready. She didn't think she'd ever seen Brad's penis so thick and swollen and there was nothing small abut it under normal circumstances. Of course, she could say the same about Clay.They were standing in a corner of the bedroom, speaking in low tones and Zoe wondered what they were discussing that they didn't want her to hear. Were they deciding who would do what in their ménage? Would they ask her if she had a preference? Did she? She took another
She felt Clay's hands leave her then the mattress dipped again as he moved. When she opened her eyes he was lying where she'd been earlier, his head on the pillow, stroking his cock."It needs your mouth, honey," he told her. "Come over here and suck me."Quivering with unrestrained lust, Zoe crawled around until she was kneeling between Clay's muscular thighs. She looked back at Brad, saw him nod and brushed Clay's hand away, replacing it with her own. When she closed her mouth over him the familiar taste flooded her senses. As if the action was automatic, she swirled her tongue around the thickness of his shaft, tracing the line of the vein wrapped around it. Her other hand lowered to cup his testicles, squeezing them gently, the moan she elicited from him vibrating through her."Up and down, sugar," Brad coached, moving in behind her, tossing aside the wet wipe he'd used on his hand.In a moment she felt his fingers probing at her pussy again, stroking, stroking, stroking. She s
Brad swallowed the relief he felt. She hadn't kissed him. The movement when she turned her head was so smooth it hardly seemed deliberate. But it was. He knew Zoe like a book by now. And something he didn't even realize was knotted deep inside him loosened. Whatever Zoe had been looking for with tonight was changed because of their relationship. Their love. So he'd finish this fantasy for her. Make it good. Then it would be over and tomorrow they'd be married.Checking to make sure he'd spread sufficient lube inside her ass, he spread the cheeks wide, positioned the head of his cock at her hole and pressed steadily inside.Jesus, she was tight. He felt Clay's cock through the thin membrane compressing an already taut passage. Shit, he had to admit the sensation of feeling another man's cock next to his inside Zoe's body was an incredible turn-on. Lust jolted him, icy heat gripping his balls and streaking along his spine. "Hang on, sugar," he panted. "Get ready for the ride."As if
"Ohmigod, what time is it?"Zoe sat up sharply, her elbow digging into Brad. "Hey, ouch!""Oh, sorry." She looked at the bedside clock, the numbers read five o'clock. d five o'clock. "Shit. Brad? I've got to get back to my room and hope that no one came looking for me last night.""I'm sure they'd figure out where you were," he sniggered."No, no, no. You don't understand, My mother will have a fit we saw each other the night before the wedding.""Zoe." He reached for her. "I have a feeling Raine was plenty busy herself last night."She stopped in the process of raking back the covers. "You think so? You think she and Scott finally got together?""I'd say from the heat they were generating around each other it's a damn good bet.""I still have to go." She leaned over and kissed him, then rolled out of bed. "Don't get up. If I see your naked body I might not be able to leave.""In that case..."He made a move to rise."Uh uh." She pushed him back and gave him a light kiss. "I
Part One: I Dare YouShannon Gregory tossed her keys and her purse on the hall table kicked off her very uncomfortable shoes and wondered if her week could possibly get any crappier. The new junior partner at her law firm was turning out to be the bitch of the world, starting the week by copping a case Shannon has been babysitting for weeks. Then her secretary had quit without notice, and thank you so much for that touch of professionalism. Tonight she'd come out of the office to find a flat tire on her car and roadside service backed up the wazoo.But now, well after eight o'clock, the final blow landed. She'd come home to find a note from Mike taped to the door: "Took my stuff, key in usual place."Ah, yes, Mr. Macho Michael Houston, who had simply walked out of her life rather than discuss what was really wrong between them. It wouldn't have taken much time, either. She could sum it all up in one short word-sex! Or lack of it.You'd think people who'd been together for six mon
The tenor of the exchange changed so subtly she almost didn't notice. Then one day she realized everything he said was a command, and given in a way he knew she would obey. It frightened her, aware that everything about her was changing, and in a panic she'd shut down the computer and not even gone near it for almost a week. But the restless need that plagued her overrode any other feelings. Finally she gave in and logged back on. All his messages were there waiting for her. They all said the same thing-"Where are you? Why have you run away?"When she didn't answer he wrote, "Don't be frightened. I would never hurt you. Ever. That's not what I'm about."Just like that she was back into the role.They'd been emailing back and forth again for two weeks now. Their conversation continued to grow bolder, his commands more graphic. They made her squirm in the beginning but she soon found the whole thing was an incredible turn-on. The first time she actually fucked herself with her fingers
Shannon barely made it through the next day at work. Her mind was constantly dwelling on the web sites she'd seen the night before, and Cock Robin's last message to her. She was so distracted her secretary had to remind her three times she was late for a meeting. Finally, finally, she was out of the building and racing home, anxious to get to her computer.She took time for a brief shower, sprayed herself with the scent she favored and wrapped a bath towel around herself. Tonight she wouldn't have any clothes to remove because she wouldn't be wearing any. Opening a new bottle of wine, she carried it along with a glass to her computer desk, logged into her special email box...and there he was!"Hi, Misty. Been waiting for you."She poured the wine into the glass and took a healthy swallow before typing back "I'm here.""Are you naked?"For a moment she was tempted to lie, but she knew, even across cyberspace, he'd catch her out."I showered. I'm wearing a towel.""If I were there