“If another man tried to touch you without my direct approval, then yes, I believe I would,” he stated, his attention never wavering as her fingers began to play over her distended nipples.
Damn, that was pretty. Watching her touch herself was almost as torturous as touching her himself. He knew the shape, the silky sweetness, the heat of the firmed flesh. He knew the taste of them, the feel of them against his tongue, and he ached for more.
The strain on his own control was telling. He wanted nothing more than to jerk her to him, pull her over his lap and release the aching length of his cock before pushing inside her.
Better yet, to have Shayne hold her, caress her, gently restrain her as Khalid parted her thighs and allowed the other man to watch his possession of her. To caress her, to push her pleasure higher than she could ever know with a single lover.
The fact that she was a virgin was all that stopped him. Though, leaning closer, his fingers going to her knee as her face began to flush with pleasure, he wasn’t certain if either of them had the strength to pull back.
“You’re beautiful,” Khalid whispered as Shayne slowly moved to press her thighs apart and slide the short skirt of her dress nearly to her hips.
Sliding his fingers over the damp crotch of her panties, Khalid had to clench his teeth to hold back the need to fuck her immediately. How in hell was he going to manage to wait?
“Khalid.” The breathiness in her voice stroked his senses as he pulled the silken material from the bare folds of her pussy and ran his fingers over the silken, slick flesh.
“Let us watch you play with those pretty nipples, sweet flower,” he said as heat flooded his fingers. “I’ll pet your soft little pussy for a minute. Just for a minute, Marty, then we’ll be home.”
Her head fell back against the seat as her fingers pinched at her nipples.
Moving closer, Khalid pressed one knee into the seat beside her as the fingers of one hand worked into the delicate clenched opening of her sex. His other hand tore at the restraints of his slacks, his eyes devouring the sight of her tweaking her nipples as Shayne began to touch her, to caress her thighs, to ease higher as Khalid slid his fingers free of her pussy to allow the other man to touch, to experience the softest flesh in the world.
Releasing the excruciating length of his cock, he had to bite back a groan. He needed her lips on him. He needed her taking him. Shayne began to caress the delicate folds of her cunt. His control was shaky at best at the moment.
“Fuck!” As the thought of this passed through his head while his eyes had closed to hold back the demand, Marty had taken the initiative herself.
Staring down he saw her tongue rimming the swollen crest of his cock. Delicate pink and damp, it was like a stroke of fire as she licked him like a favorite treat.
He watched as Shayne pressed two fingers into the clenched tissue of her pussy in a shallow thrust, as Khalid fought for breath.
“We may not make it home before I fuck you.” Khalid growled out the warning as her lips parted and her mouth began to consume him.
Wet heat. White hot flames. Her lips wrapped around the wide head of his dick and sent his senses drowning in pleasure as she began to suck him with delicate greed.
Nothing could have prepared Khalid for the sight of her taking him so intimately. Her face flushed with pleasure, with hungry demand, her eyes closed as the fingers of one hand attempted to wrap around the base of his cock.
Nothing could have prepared him for the pleasure. The erotic sensation of her lips, her tongue, moving over the swollen crest and sucking it deep inside the snug heat of her mouth sent bolts of electric pleasure racing through his balls, up his spine. His entire body felt surrounded by static sensation as it tingled over his flesh, stroking it with a phantom caress as her tongue whipped over his cockhead like wet fire.
He forgot about Shayne for the moment. He heard her moans, felt them on his cock as Shayne caressed her, touched her, and knew nothing but pure ecstasy.
“God, yes,” he hissed out, fighting for control. “Sweet sweet Marty. Just like that.”
He loved the way her cheeks hollowed, sucking at him hungrily, her tongue licking him greedily. No experience with any other woman had ever been as sensual as watching this woman taking him as though she were starving for the taste of him.
***
Shayne’s fingers stroked inside her pussy as she sucked Khalid’s dick. He felt the generous flow of juices as she moaned around the flesh fucking her mouth. Pressing against the fragile barrier of her virginity Shayne drew back, ignoring the shifting of her hips, the slight arch of her body as she sought a deeper caress. Damn, she was sweet and hot, pure fire as he touched her while Khalid enjoyed the sweet heat of his mouth.
The gift of her virginity was Khalid’s alone. It was a responsibility he didn’t want, a commitment he had no intentions of sharing. Her innocence was the gift she had for the man she loved. He would enjoy only the pleasures she shared. And that was enough for him.
Stroking her, touching her. God, he ached to taste her.
Moving to the floor between her thighs he glanced up, met Khalid’s gaze, and had to fight to hold back his groan as the other man gave a quick, hard nod in acceptance.
Hell yes, he would taste her. Fuck her sweet pussy with his tongue and fantasize about her lips wrapped around his own dick.
***
Khalid felt his heart tightening, racing out of control as he stared down at Marty’s flushed face, his senses exploding at the complete abandon in her expression as he took her mouth and watched as Shayne’s head lowered to lick at the sweet delicacy of her pussy.
He could see her in his mind’s eye, stretched out, at the mercy of their touch, steeped in pleasure so rich, so exquisite that she could do nothing but ride the waves of arousal as they washed over her.
Watching his cock press inside her mouth, feeling her cries vibrating around it. The darkness inside him became lost to the sweet pleasure that he knew he would find only with her now.
“Damn you.” He cursed her as well as himself as her tongue rubbed erotically against the underside of his cock.
“I won’t take you here. Not like this,” he groaned, knowing he was so very close to doing just that. He was ready to fuck them both into oblivion here and now. If he did so, then Shayne would have her as well. The other man would press his way into the ultrasnug entrance of her ass and introduce her to a pleasure that she should only know later.
This first time. God help him, this first time had to be for her, for him. He couldn’t bear the thought of another sharing it.
Her lashes lifted. Soft gray eyes had turned stormy, nearly black with the need filling her as he drew back. Watching as his cock pulled free, he wondered with agonized hunger how it would feel to fuck her pussy with the same soft, easy motions.
“You’re killing me,” he whispered as he gripped his cock in his fist and rubbed the head of it against her swollen, cherry red lips.
***
Shayne was in agony. Licking over the sweet, flushed curves of her pussy, the taste of her like nectar against his tongue, was nearly too much to bear.
She was so responsive, so sweet.
Glancing up he watched as Khalid rubbed the head of his cock over her lips and he couldn’t resist. Cupping the cheeks of her ass in a firm grip he lifted her closer and thrust his tongue deep, hard, into the white-hot entrance of her pussy.
The taste of her exploded against his tongue. Silky, with the barest hint of sweetness and the delicate flavor of feminine heat. It combined to a subtle, addictive flavor that seeped into his senses and left him aching to fuck her as the muscles clenched around his tongue.
“Once I get you home I’m going to eat you with the same greedy hunger as Shayne is eating you now,” Khalid groaned. “Is he fucking your pussy with his tongue, baby, like I did earlier? Is he making you crazy to feel my cock stretching you, taking you as no other man has dared?
She licked at the head of his cock as he held it back from her, crying out in need and in pleasure as she shuddered, her body rocking in Shayne’s grip.
She was close. So close to release. A release he knew Shayne was holding back from her.
“Damn.” Shayne’s head lifted. “Fuck. She tastes like pure heat, Khalid. So fucking hot it burns.”
Just then, the limo pulled into the driveway of the estate. Khalid pulled back from her as Shayne slowly released her then fought to get his cock back in his pants.
Marty looked erotically drugged as Shayne released her. She stared back at Khalid with the dazed, confused expression of a woman who didn’t quite know how to handle the sensations racing through her. God knew, he understood exactly how she felt. Never had such pleasure racked his body.
“I need you.” Her voice was thin and breathless as she tugged at the bodice of her dress to right it as the limo pulled into the driveway of the estate. “I might not survive how desperately I need you.”
Helping her fit the material of her dress back in place over her breasts, Khalid stared back at her, rather humbled by the helplessness she saw on his face.
Independent, willful, his Marty wasn’t a weak woman. Yet the pleasure they shared left her faltering, her hands shaking and her body trembling as Khalid eased her dress back over her thighs.
He leaned forward to touch her lips with his.
What he had meant to be a soft, gentle kiss turned into something more. Lips parted, his as well as hers, and seconds later their tongues were licking, stroking, lips melded together as if they were trying to consume each other.
Khalid drew back, knowing that they had to get out of this car right now. Abdul wasn’t exactly an emergency. He stood patiently after opening the door, waiting on Khalid and Shayne to step from the vehicle before Khalid extended his hand to Marty and helped her from the car.
Sultry summer heat wrapped around Khalid as he helped Marty from the back, like the heat of her body, tinged with moisture, sinking into his flesh and warming the places inside him that had been cold until her touch.
“Abdul, you may retire for the night,” Khalid informed him as he led Marty up the marble steps to the front door, Shayne moving ahead of them. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
A security guard opened the door from the inside, his impassive gaze flickering over them as Khalid escorted Marty inside.
Marty was silent as he led her into the house and up the curved staircase to his bedroom while Shayne headed to the opposite side of the house in silence. The fingers that he held in his hand still trembled, and her breathing, as well as his own, was still slightly labored.
His heart was racing in his chest. Like a youth, the sheer excitement of touching her, of knowing that soon she would belong to him, was nearly the last measure of pressure that his control could take.
“Would you like a drink?” he asked, as he pushed open the door to his suite and led her inside.
“No.” Her voice was as unsteady as he knew his own would be if he didn’t control it.
“Hungry?” He closed the door behind them before stepping closer to her and gripping her hips and pulling her to him.
Graceful hands landed against his chest, reminding him that his shirt was undone. Hell, he hadn’t even thought to fix it before leaving the limo. At least his slacks were firmly zipped.
“I’m very hungry.” The tone of her voice assured him that it wasn’t food she wanted.
Her hands reached up, tugging at the edges of his jacket until he shrugged the material from his shoulders. His shirt followed, leaving him naked from the waist up as his fingers moved to the zipper at the back of her dress.
Undressing her took no time. The soft material slid from her body as his lips moved to hers once again, covering them, immersing his senses in the delicate heat and hunger of her arousal.
Marty had never known the desperation for another’s touch that she felt for Khalid’s now. Over the years she had ached for him, needed him, but never with such power that it made her body tremble and left her weak to his touch. So weak she had to fight to stand. To breathe. Her lungs labored as a fragile groan tore from her chest. Her hands gripped his shoulders, fighting to hold on to him as he lifted her against him, moving, gliding to the huge bed at the far end of the open suite.
He didn’t pause as he laid her on the black coverlet. She heard his shoes thud against the soft carpeting, felt his hands tearing at his pants as his kisses grew more demanding and became edged with a sensual roughness that had her heart rate doubling.
Within seconds he was moving over her, hard, hot, naked. His knees parted her legs as his lips moved to her jaw, her neck. Hungry lips moved to her breasts, where he kissed with delicate greed before consuming the ultrasensitive point of her nipple with a hungry mouth.
Marty flinched at the surge of ecstatic pleasure that tore through her. Electric shards of sensation tore from her nipple to her womb; it clenched tight as her clit began to throb with excitement.
It was the most amazing feeling. As though the thinnest of nerve endings connected her nipples, her womb, and her clit. Each tug at the swollen tip caused a surge of heat to travel below, shaking her with the force of the pleasure tearing through her.
“You’re destroying my control,” he groaned, as her fingers curled around the thick erection between his thighs.
“Who needs control?” She could barely force the words past her lips as he moved to her other breast and drew that neglected nipple into his mouth.
Marty arched tightly, a cry tearing from her throat as the need became painful.
Parting her legs as she felt Khalid’s hand stroking down her midriff, she prayed for his touch at the tormented flesh between her thighs. Her pussy throbbed in need, the ache centered deep in her belly and blooming with heat as his fingers slid into the narrow slit between the folds of flesh.