Indecent Encounters (17 page)

The men exchanged a knowing look and smiled in unison. Mal scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, only a short distance from the living room. The way he held her made Cora feel so small and vulnerable, and she liked it. He gently laid her on his bed, and she smelled his cologne on the comforter. Unable to help herself she lounged back, enveloped in his sexy, spicy, and very masculine scent. Mal spread her legs wide while Ramsey stood behind him. Both men looked at her bare pussy as if it would be their last meal.

“She’s more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever seen. If I didn’t already feel like I do, I’d fall in love just because of this pussy. She even smells perfect,” Ramsey said, offering her a wink and a sexy smile. “Personally, I don’t think one night with that glorious pussy will be enough for me.”

Cora lay on the bed as they talked about her like an object. Her modern sensibilities should have been outraged, yet she’d never felt more turned on in her life. She felt objectified, and her inner feminist had trouble reconciling how sexy it felt at that moment.

With many of her past boyfriends sex had been like scratching an itch, something she did for relief. But Mal and Ramsey were building up to so much more than just release, though the desire for a screaming orgasm grew unbearable.

Ramsey moved to lie next to her on the bed. Mal was still between her legs and she knew what he was about to do. Ramsey slipped his arm around her and pulled her close, kissing her face and neck. She turned to offer her lips to him, but he pulled away. “Those are for Mal.” Then he continued working his way down.

A sudden and unexpected sensation of cool air on her pussy made Cora arch her neck to look down, where Mal’s face hovered between her legs.

“What are you doing?”

His fingers spread her cunt lips apart as he blew cool air against her clit. Mal looked up and smiled. “I thought you said if I breathed on it you’d come?”

Cora couldn’t suppress her giggle, but it didn’t last long as Mal slid his tongue between her parted lips. She gripped the bedding and moaned languidly, her entire body quivering in ecstasy. Mal’s tongue swirled slowly and ever so provocatively over the sensitive nub, increasing the speed of his strokes until he was lapping at her core wildly. Cora screamed as a powerful orgasm gripped her.

Her body shook and pulsed as she gave in to the startling rush. Closing her eyes, she glorified in what Mal’s tongue did to her needy clit as euphoria surged through her. Ramsey still held her in his arms, kissing her neck and playing with her nipples. The sensation of so much attention to both her cunt and breasts at the same time caused her body to convulse once more as the pleasure took her by surprise.

She’d never had more than one orgasm during sex before. Most of her previous sexual encounters were a quick race to the finish line, even when she didn’t come. Mal and Ramsey took their time satisfying her, and that alone sent her over the edge of sexual madness. For the first time in her adult life, she was truly thinking about pleasure and not just orgasm. Giving and receiving obviously meant much more to these two men as well.

Ramsey left the room quickly, and within seconds, returned with a small hand mirror, which he positioned to reflect her pussy as Mal licked her wet flesh. Cora watched in rapt excitement. Feeling it was one thing, seeing him do it as well overwhelmed her.

“I didn’t want to beg,” she whimpered. “I really didn’t want to beg. Please, oh please, fuck me. Fuck me hard now…right now, Mal.”

Ramsey laughed. “I love to hear you beg, I really, really do. Mal? I think you should give her a little sample of what that big hard cock will feel like in that tight pussy.”

Mal never stopped licking but he slid two fingers inside her and began to pump them frantically.

Cora had heard other women talk about the G spot. Now she knew what they meant. His two large fingers fucking her felt unbelievably good, she nearly cried from the wicked intrusion. Mal brought her so close to the edge, she thought she would tumble over, but something entirely different began to build within her. It was beyond orgasm. It was almost painful the pressure was so intense. She had already come twice so she knew it wasn’t just delayed release. Mal moved his mouth away, but he kept pumping his fingers, and suddenly she arched her back and closed her eyes. She dug her nails into the comforter as a squirt of moisture erupted from her pussy. A scream tore from her throat, and she vaguely heard the men’s appreciative groans of delight.
Oh my god…I just squirted…

Cora sat up, panting, staring at both men, and then her gaze traveled down to their raging erections. She crawled down the bed, noting how relaxed and sated her whole body felt as she took a cock in each hand, and looked up at the men. They wore similar expressions of anticipation. Cora kissed the head of each cock, paying equal attention to both. First suckling Mal, she licked the underside of his cock especially slow, and it wrung a low groan from him, before giving the same treatment to Ramsey.

“I want to come in your pussy.” Mal’s voice was rough. “If you keep doing that I’m going to come all over you.”

“You keep sucking me, baby. I want you to make me come.” Ramsey’s passionate demand made Cora tenderly cup his balls with one hand while she fisted the base of his penis with the other.

Mal was behind her now, his hands gripping her ass. She flinched as Mal put something cold on her ass and let Ramsey’s cock slide out of her mouth. Ramsey moved behind her, next to Mal at the head of the bed. Cora tried to turn, but Mal pushed her back down. He spread her ass cheeks and she relished the wonderful loss of control, shivering as the men intimately inspected her.

When Ramsey slid his large finger in her ass, she gasped. It felt very odd. His finger worked in and out, slowly over and over. The longer he pumped his finger, the more comfortable she became, and the more she liked his touch.

Mal moved back to the foot of the bed, kneeling down to make eye contact.

“I want to be the first to come inside your pussy and your mouth, but Ramsey wanted your ass. Have you done anal? Are you willing to trust us?”

“Yes.”

The look in his gaze made it clear how pleased he was with her answer. Cora couldn’t say no to his request and in some twisted way, she liked his demand. She wanted to please them more than any other woman had ever pleased them.

Ramsey gently caressed her ass cheeks. “Don’t be scared. I promise I won’t hurt you. I’ve done this before with someone inexperienced. Lie on your back. Mal is going to lick that pretty cunt and I’m going to be the first man to fuck that beautiful ass.”

She nodded, moving onto her back as he directed, and closed her eyes.

“You don’t know what a treasure you are,” Mal whispered. “I do love you, Cora. I think I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.”

She was so focused on Mal’s words that she wasn’t paying attention to Ramsey, when suddenly, Ramsey slipped two fingers in her ass. She squeaked in discomfort as he swiftly switched to three fingers, stretching her in preparation for his big cock. He paused, holding them deep inside her, and she lay there quietly, allowing her body to adjust to the sensation. Mal positioned himself over her, his balls dangled just above her mouth, so he could lick and bite at her tender clit. She cried out in pleasure, already on the verge of another orgasm.

“Please, Ramsey, I want to feel you, not just your fingers.”

She lifted her head and licked greedily at Mal’s testicles. Tasting the salty spice of man heightened her pleasure. Cora heard Ramsey opening the lubricant bottle, and after a moment, the head of his cock nudged her ass. She did her best not to clench her muscles at the invasion. Slowly and much more tenderly then she had imagined, Ramsey worked his cock inside her. Inch by inch she felt the tender invasion of his body taking her in that place no man had touched before.

“Oh, thank you, Cora,” Ramsey moaned.

Cora never imagined she could have an orgasm from anal sex. She shuddered and cried out as Mal continued pumping deep in her ass. Mal moved away and stood up, taking her hand in his, watching her face as Ramsey’s body stiffened. His hoarse cries soon followed her own. Cora let the pleasure wash over her as the last of his load entered her body. He pulled out slowly, and she felt a warm dribble of his come down her ass cheek. She was surprised to see Mal had a towel ready.

Tenderly and carefully, Mal wiped the fluid and lubricant off her body, and she wondered when Mal would fuck her pussy. She was well-aware he had yet to slake his own needs.

Mal and Ramsey sat on either side of her. Mal took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly, deeply. When he pulled away, she looked over his shoulder and smiled at Ramsey.

“Thank you for teaching me that, Ramsey. I had no idea that would feel so great.”

Mal’s fingers ran through her hair. He gathered the heavy mane off her neck with a deep groan, holding it away from her face as he kissed her more passionately.

“I can’t take it, Mal. Don’t make me wait another second.”

The mattress dipped as he moved to straddle her with his glorious, muscular body. He loomed above her like a god ready to claim her and she happily lay on the altar for his pleasure. No man would ever compare to him. His eyes widened with surprise and pleasure as his cock drove deeply into her body. Her pussy contracted instantly, and knew it wouldn’t take much to come again, her sensitivity peaking. She gripped him with her inner muscles and bucked wildly against him, screaming his name as their bodies collided in a sweaty dance. His face looked strained, but he had amazing stamina. Stroke after stroke he didn’t come and she kept crying out, shaking and gasping from the intensity—pleasure so great it was becoming painful. Never before did she feel such bliss, that she found herself weeping. Ramsey was there instantly, holding her, tenderly pushing the hair off her face.

“It’s okay to get it out, honey,” Ramsey whispered. “Let it take you…”

Cora couldn’t stop the keening wail, a mixture of great pleasure and emotional overload. Finally, when she heard his deep cry and his body stilled, Cora regained some semblance of control. Looking up into his face and seeing those amazing blue eyes staring back at her, she knew he was as deeply affected as she was. What they shared was more than just sex, maybe it was love. The kind of love that happens quickly and unexpectedly.

Mal collapsed on the bed next to her, panting, his face reflecting the wonder she felt. They just looked at each other for a moment, catching their breath.

Mal slid up on the bed, taking her in his arms. Ramsey did the same thing on the other side, leaving her sandwiched between them. With a sigh, she lay quietly, simply listening to them breathe. Occasionally, one of them would kiss a shoulder, cheek, or arm while they lay cocooned in contented bliss together. The warmth of their bodies kept the chill away. She’d never felt so secure, or so sexy in her life. She didn’t believe sex for the sake of sex could still feel so emotional and connected. There was something honest about it and Cora had to admit she had never felt more accepted by a man she slept with before. Exposing her soul and body like this for these men had been worth the anxiety. She didn’t want to leave their arms again. These two men were exactly what she needed in her lonely life.

“No, she’s
mine,
but you’re lucky she’s going to let me share her with you.”

Mal pulled her closer, tighter. “I love you, Cora.”

Ramsey held her close, and somehow she knew he was smiling.

“I’m yours, Mal, always. I think I love your generous nature most, and love is for sharing.” She giggled. “I think we should share our love with Ramsey, don’t you?”

In that moment her teasing words sealed the bond between them. As kisses rained down on her skin, Cora couldn’t have been happier.

What would the staff think of The Ball Breaking Miss Cora Cole now?

The End

Waking the Lioness

Copyright © Tessa Morelock

The heat of the steamy New Orleans night crept into Alchemy, despite the fan whirring idly overhead, as patrons came and went. Lara Carey set her empty tray down on the bar and fished in her pocket for a hair tie. She gathered her blonde hair up in a messy ponytail, wiping a few stray, sticky strands from her face.

“I feel like all my make-up melted off,” she told Luc, the bar manager.

He laughed, spinning a bottle of gin as he prepared a cocktail. “You look perfect, Lara, as always. Gorgeous.” He winked at her.

She flushed, suddenly conscious of her thin white tank top, and the way the sweat beading on her chest slowly slid down her cleavage. She resisted the urge to tug her top up, covering her breasts. Luc flirted with all his waitresses; she knew she should just laugh and flirt back. But she couldn’t bring herself to.

The inside of Alchemy, the hottest cocktail bar on the river front, was decorated in green leather, dark wood and brass fittings. Lara had been working here for almost six months now, leaving her old life far behind. She’d moved down from the wind and rain of the Colorado Mountains to the heat and haze of Louisiana a year ago, hoping for a fresh start. Alchemy was part of that: a job she liked and friends she loved.