Authors: The Sextet
“Put the panties on, Jennifer,” he ordered.
Her back toward them, Jen shimmied into the ass-framing scarlet
thong. Though how you could call that tiny bit of fabric and lace
“panties,” he didn’t know. She looked back over one shoulder,
obviously trying to guess which direction they watched her from.
With uncanny accuracy, she stared straight at them.
With a flick of her shoulder-length, auburn curls, she smacked her
hands against the hood of the truck, and then just as quick, bent
forward from the hip. There at the apex of her thighs, a flash of candy
apple red silk. But this pussy was no forbidden fruit. He and Wil
would delight in exposing the juicy flesh under the shiny coating.
While she leaned forward, they watched as she fastened on the
matching bra. Once she turned around, her breasts were held high on
display, sheer red lace barely covering her nipples.
“Enough, Jennifer.” Trey stepped back away from the window,
letting the binocs drop against his chest. “Get back in the truck. You
will find the cabin just around the curve ahead. Park and come
straight to the door.” He pulled the Bluetooth earpiece off and tossed
it onto the kitchen table.
Wil turned his own phone off. “We can still abort this mission if
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you want, T.”
“No way.” He walked over to the door. “We all three want this. It
might be our only chance.”
Before he could continue, Trey was interrupted by the sound of
crunching gravel out in front of the cabin. No little cutesy car for Jen.
No, the F-150 seemed to suit her perfectly, part of her no-nonsense
style that was at the root of the attraction both men felt.
The truck door slammed shut outside, followed by rhythmic
footfalls that got louder with each step. Then the crunch was replaced
by three quick, clipped taps of high heels on porch boards.
“Guys, you damned well better be in there.”
“Open the door and find out for sure.”
The screen door squeaked open. Even though he’d watched her
undress and don the fancy lingerie, Trey still felt his cock jump when
she walked in.
He swallowed hard before he stepped out into the middle of the
room. He pointed down to a spot in the center of the room. “Stand
right there, Jennifer.”
Without a second’s hesitation, she took a position right where
he’d indicated. Slow and deliberate, he eyed her up and down. She
might have obeyed his order, but she stood there and boldly returned
the gaze straight on.
“Very nice. You chose the lacy bits well.” Trey looked over at his
partner. “Guess she doesn’t need to be punished, does she, Wil?”
Wil rose from his observation point by the window and walked
slowly over to her. “Let me handle this reconnaissance.”
He slowly walked around once, and then twice before he stopped
behind her. “But it’s such a fine, spankable ass, Trey.”
A shiver raced down Jen’s spine as his open palm caressed her
backside in a lazy circle. It stopped, but just long enough for the tips
of his fingers to trace down the line of scarlet lace running down
between the cheeks. A low moan slipped past her lips before she
could pull it back.
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“Perhaps another time, Wil. Our Jennifer does appear to be
enjoying this.” Trey took a step closer to her. “Don’t you, Jenny
dear?”
She knew better than to lie. Her traitorous nipples, rock-hard
under the lace, gave away how turned on she had become. “Umm-
hummm.”
Trey waggled a finger at her. “Ah, ah, ahhh, Jennifer. No
mumbling.” That same finger came down to trace the top curve of her
left breast. “Be careful how you answer, though. This is your final
chance to back out.” His finger looped down the underside and came
up in the valley between her breasts.
“We’ve teased and tormented you all week just so you’d be sure
when we got to this point. Shown you the side of us that so very few
even know exists.” The circles he traced on her breast grew smaller
and smaller until he skimmed the edges of her silk-covered areola.
“Do you still want us, Jenny?”
Heaven help her, but yes, she did. Even more so, it seemed,
knowing about this wicked side.
“Yes, Trey. Wil. I want you both tonight.” She bit back the rest.
Forever.
These two would never agree to something like that. Could they?
She felt Wil’s warmth sidle up against her back just as she felt the
tickle of his afternoon beard stubble against her shoulder as his mouth
nibbled her skin. “Ummmm.” Jen leaned her head back against his.
She reached back and raked her fingers through his short blond hair.
While her eyes were closed, hands she knew belonged to Trey
kneaded both breasts. His thumbs rubbed over both nipples, bringing
them to rock-hard peaks.
“I have to see these now, Jenny.” He spoke just as she felt him lift
first one, then the other breast free of its lacy confines. “Such
suckable nipples.” He left them perched against the lace half cups of
the bra, the fabric supporting both breasts.
Jen forced her eyes open just in time to see Trey bend his dark
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head to her right breast, his lips latched onto the tightly puckered tip.
At first, the suction was barely discernable. She felt more of the warm
wetness of his lips and tongue.
“Please, Trey. More.”
She felt his wicked chuckle dissolve into firmer suction on her
nipple. “Oh, yes.”
Even as Trey’s lips pulled harder, she felt the caress of Wil’s
hands on her ass. His fingers stroked and squeezed. “I always knew
this ass would feel as good as it looked.” The warm breath of his
whisper sent a shudder down her spine. “You already proved you
shaved.”
“Actually, guys. I didn’t.” Jen giggled. “I got a wax.”
“The salon,” the men said in unison.
“But I think that these panties need to go away.” Wil pulled away
from her back, then quickly leaned back in. “Stand very still, and trust
me, Jenny.”
She heard the sharp click of…
no, it couldn’t be.
Jen clamped her eyes shut.
What the hell was Wil going to do?
Jen knew neither man would
ever hurt her, so she had to trust him. From the footsteps she heard,
she figured he’d moved to her front. Wil snickered. “You can look
now.”
He stood right where she’d thought, an open pocketknife in his
hand. “I figure we paid for ’em.” Wil carefully slid the blade under
the band of her thong. With a practiced flick of his wrist, the sharp
edge cut through the fabric.
Before she could protest, he’d moved the blade over her other hip
and sliced that fabric apart, too. A quick tug from Wil, and the thong
fell to the floor at her feet.
“I’m likin’ this better all the time.” Wil reached down and trailed
a finger over the smooth skin. “Oh, yeah. Just beautiful.”
Jen couldn’t stop the rush of heat to her face. Or other places, for
that matter. She’d just let a man use a knife to take her panties off.
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She should have been outraged, shouldn’t she? But damn, it just felt
so damned sexy, so deliciously primal.
She had no time to decide either way. Wil’s exploration had slid
across her mound to the slick divide between the lips. One finger
dipped inside, caressing the nub of her clit, spreading her wetness. Jen
arched her hips to his probing, and her knees began to buckle.
He brought the finger up to his mouth before swirling his tongue
around the tip. A wicked smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “And I
want more.”
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Chapter 3
Wil took her hand and tugged. “Let’s take this birthday party to
the bedroom.” Jen let him pull her down the short hall where Trey
gently nudged her through the door.
The room was as simply furnished as the living area they’d just
left, with a quilt-covered bed in the center. A small dresser,
nightstands, and a pinewood rocking chair were the sole pieces of
furniture. But then, she supposed this was someone’s weekend fishing
cabin. It didn’t need to be fancy. And somehow, it fit the three of
them perfectly.
Trey gave her another playful shove, this time toward the bed.
“Leave the stockings on. Though I guess you can kick off the heels.”
“Hey, how about you two? You’re both still severely overdressed
for the festivities.” She swung around up onto her knees and reached
out to the front of Trey’s shirt. Pulling hard against the fabric, it came untucked from his jeans. After making quick work of the buttons, Jen
pushed the chambray off his shoulders. Trey eased around her to the
other side of the bed.
“You’re next, Wil. I wanna unwrap my other birthday present.”
Wil had already toed off his boots when he turned his eyes back to
her. This time, there were no buttons to contend with. He’d worn a
khaki T-shirt that proclaimed him
Property of the US Army.
She
giggled. “Guess this weekend Big Green is gonna have to share you
with me.” She felt Trey’s lips on one shoulder. “Both of you.”
His shirt also surrendered to her tugging, and Wil lifted his arms
up so she could peel it off before tossing it to the floor. Using one
hand, she gently raked her nails down the hard, muscled plane of his
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chest as she drew in a deep breath.
It wasn’t like she’d never seen the guys shirtless before. They
swam or worked out together at least once a week. And she’d used
both of them as mock casualties in several training exercises she’d
coordinated for the medics on Fort Bragg. But here in this small
bedroom, it was all so different. They filled the space. As they were
going to fill her.
Wil reached out, grabbed her hips, and pulled, sending her
tumbling backward, right into Trey’s arms. “You can undo my jeans
in a bit. I want this hot, sweet pussy right now.”
His hands slid over and eased her thighs wider apart, his face so
close she felt the warmth of his breath against her flesh. She was
powerless to stop the gasp that escaped her lips as he parted her pussy
open with his thumbs. And where he’d probed earlier with his finger,
his tongue now explored.
At first, Wil drove her crazy with tiny butterfly flicks of his
tongue against her clit. Then teasing, circling it first one way and then the other. Jen couldn’t stop the low, throaty moan that escaped her
lips.
She let her head relax back against the solid muscle of Trey’s
shoulder. His arms wrapped around her as his hands cupped her
breasts. Fingertips tweaked her already puckered nipples as he rolled
them between his fingers, giving each a firm tug.
With the dual assault, Jen found it impossible to keep her whole
body from squirming. Hips rose and pushed against Wil’s mouth. She
arched, forcing her breasts harder into Trey’s hands.
“You’re driving me crazy, guys.”
Wil raised his head, looking right up at her. “And this is just the
beginning, Jenny dear.”
He dropped back down between her thighs, tongue swirling over
her clit. He flicked, sucked, and nibbled the hard little button.
Sometimes oh, so gentle, others rougher and more demanding. His
tongue stroked up and down between the inner lips, occasionally
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stopping its circuit to dip into her entrance.
But when first one and then a second strong finger slid inside her,
Jen almost came unglued. Her thighs shook. She smacked a hand
against the quilt, gripped the covering in her fist, and squeezed hard to keep from climaxing.
“Let it go, Jenny,” Trey whispered from right beside her ear, so
close she could smell the last vestiges of scent from the soap he’d
used in his morning shower. “I want to watch you come.”
His blatant sexual request all but did her in right there. “So close,”
she finally managed to gasp out.
“Do it.” One of his hands left her breast, reached up, and turned
her face to his. “Now,” he commanded before capturing her mouth
with his own.
The spasms erupted from deep inside. Muscles clenching,
gripping around Wil’s fingers over and over. She sucked hard against
Trey’s mouth, pulling his tongue inside. The fingers she’d fisted in
the quilt released their hold, only to latch on to Trey’s arm.
The climax ripped through her, sending her arching backward,
pushing both her and Trey down onto the bed. Her head slid south
along his chest until she found herself resting against his hip. And
right in front of her, the denim-covered ridge of where his cock
strained against the zipper. With fingers still shaking from the
adrenaline, she reached up and tugged the coppery tab down.
Access gained, Jen reached in to free his shaft. “Commando,
huh?”
He gave her one of those wicked winks that had fueled many of
her midnight fantasies. “Always. But especially when I’m going to
see a lovely lady with a wicked fantasy.”