Bad Girl by Night (33 page)

When the time came for him to slow down, take a break, he drew back his hand and began smacking her ass. He liked the slapping sound it made, and the way her flesh jiggled, and he sure as hell liked the sexy whimpers she began to emit.

“Aw, you like to be spanked, don’t you, baby?”

“Oh—yes.
Yes
. Spank me.” No hesitation. No soft voice. Just raw passion.

And as he brought his palm down on her ass, he fucking
loved
that she was totally into this now, just like he was. And he realized they’d come full circle. From dirty Desiree to frightened Carly to the beautiful in-between: the hottest, nastiest version of Carly he could ever want. She could fuck with pure abandon now, no shame, no lies, no running—just a pure unadulterated surrender to pleasure.

He delivered that naughty spanking until her skin began to look a little pink in the moonlight, after which he stopped, then rubbed the spot gently, lovingly.

When she looked back over her shoulder at him, he nearly lost it. She was always a pretty girl, but something about the wild abandon in her eyes right now, the utter recklessness, made her more fucking beautiful to him than words could describe.

Without thought, he followed the urge to lift his hand toward her, to her mouth, to slip two fingers inside. The same two fingers he’d had in her pussy minutes ago. She began to suck on them, eagerly, and he nearly came.

So he fought it, held perilously still for a minute, until he’d regained control—and then resumed fucking that hot, moist little cunt as Carly met each hard stroke, still sucking his fingers and looking more thoroughly uninhibited than he’d ever seen her. Even as Desiree.

In front of him, Carly felt consumed. By every sensation. The warm night air wafting over her skin and teasing her clit. The hard cock filling her hungry pussy. The lusty male eyes that watched her. The fingers moving in and out of her mouth.

The Lycra fabric still framing her breasts added slightly more sensation when she moved against Jake, and she felt the bikini bottoms around her thighs, as well. Somehow even the hard material of the deck, biting into her knees, her palms, was welcome. Because she just wanted to
feel
things.
Anything
.
Everything
. Her entire body was alive, awash, with the need to be touched, caressed. There was no part of her that didn’t yearn for more right now—she suffered the strange urge to be . . . overwhelmed by sensation from head to toe.

She moaned around Jake’s fingertips as he fucked her—she arched her ass and pushed back against his erection every time he thrust so gloriously deep. And she sucked at his fingers still harder, harder—simply following the urge, strangely desperate for something more there.

It felt as if he’d read her mind—or maybe her body—when she heard him say, “Sweet baby—you want more?”

And her clit pulsed with new desire at the very question.

Because she knew what he meant—more cock.

Her heart beat faster as she released his fingers only to say, “Um . . .” But even as she hesitated, she knew she
did
want more—more of exactly what he was offering—she just couldn’t quite say it. Her pussy knew, her breasts
ached
with knowing—but taking that last step eluded her.

That’s when Jake leaned down over her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and whispered in her ear. “I want this for you, want you to have it.”

She simply turned, met his gaze, now only an inch away. She still couldn’t speak, her chest going tight, but maybe she didn’t have to. Maybe it was all in her eyes. Because even in the moonlight, she could have sworn his expression darkened lustfully as he repeated, low and intense, “
I want this for you.
”

After which he raised back to his upright kneeling position, cock still buried deep inside her, and said to Rogan and Shane, “My hot girl here is too sweet to say she wants more cock in her mouth. Will one of you help her out, give her what she needs?” His voice came thicker, deeper, than usual, and yet he sounded very sure, totally at ease with the request.

Carly looked up from her hands-and-knees position to see Shane approaching, gazing down at her. Dear God. Her heart threatened to pound through her chest. Was that because this was more than a little awkward? Or because she wanted it so incredibly bad? The last one. Because she liked Shane, a lot. Because he had a nice body and was classically handsome even in the swim trunks he hadn’t changed out of.

With smooth, fluid motions, he dropped the trunks to the deck and stepped free of them, then seated himself in the chair in front of Carly, left vacant by Jake. Pulling it a little closer to her, he reached down, closed warm hands smoothly around her upper arms, and helped her lift to balance her elbows on his thighs.

Thoughts swirled. His cock was wonderfully hard, stretching up toward his navel.
His pubic hair is pale, like the hair on his head.
Her arms were sore from having her weight on them for so long and it was a relief to resituate.
My tits are on display right in front of him.
Jake still fucked her from behind, but more slowly now during this unexpected transition.
I want to feel Shane’s cock—I really do.

And so she reached for it, took the weight of it in her fist. Holding it instantly fueled her lust. Holding a man’s erect cock was like . . . holding his power. He still retained it, but he gave a little of it to you, too.

On instinct, she leaned forward—she wanted it between her tits.

He groaned as she used her hands to press her flesh around him.

And her face warmed at the splendor of having two male shafts pleasuring her at once. She knew what it felt like, from that night with Colt, yet it also felt brand-new. Letting herself experience this as the real, true person she was made it . . . more vivid, more impactful, more real. She let out a soft moan as she began to slide her breasts around his firm length.

“I need to be wet,” he informed her throatily, and she agreed—some lubricant would help.

Remembering her wine cooler, sitting just within arm’s reach, she leaned over, picked it up, and splashed a little strawberry alcohol down of the head of his cock and between her tits. Shane flinched, but as she returned the bottle to the deck, he took over, reaching for her breasts, hugging them around his penis, grazing his thumbs over her nipples at the same time.

Oh God, it felt good. Especially with Jake still driving into her slick pussy behind her. Together, she and Shane worked his erection between her now-moist breasts, and Jake groaned, fucking her harder at the sight.

And that’s when using merely her tits on him wasn’t enough. All shyness had fled. Finally. She simply wanted what she wanted, what her body yearned for. So she bent her head to lick at the tip of his erection—then she lowered her mouth full onto it.

“Sweet Jesus,” he said on a moan.

And then her entire existence was only about . . . cock. Being filled with it. Relishing it. Taking all that she could and letting the wild sensations saturate her to overflowing. As she slid her lips up and down Shane’s length while Jake slid
his
rigid length in and out of her, she felt as if, together, they created some wonderful and dirty machine where all the parts moved against each other at just the right intervals, delivering just the right friction.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when she looked up, transferring Shane’s erection from her mouth to her breasts, to see Rogan approaching as well, standing to Shane’s left.

“Baby, why don’t you suck Rogan’s cock, too,” Jake suggested deeply.

And even as a fresh wave of heat raced down her spine and into the small of her back, the very idea seemed easy now. She’d certainly had plenty of moments when she’d felt attracted to him—and it felt almost unfair to leave him out at this point anyway. So she peered up at him, one penis in her cunt, another between her tits, and quietly said, “All right.”

His mouth went slack and she thought perhaps she’d surprised him. But she’d come so far now—what was there to fear? What was one more? Maybe advancing from two to three was significant, but somehow, in this strange, heady moment, it just felt closer to . . . natural.

She found herself watching with bated breath as Rogan unzipped his shorts, reached inside, and withdrew what struck her as a rather massive erection. The very sight made her suck in her breath. Maybe he looked bigger than the other guys due to her angle, below him.

Jake must have realized she would have a difficult time reaching Rogan’s cock, so he leaned down over her, his hands coming to cover her breasts, and said, “Let’s lift you up, honey.” He raised them both upright on their knees, still inside her from behind, and the move gave her a much different perspective on her situation.

Mainly, she found herself resting on Jake’s dick—which made it feel even bigger, stretching up inside her—and at eye level with Rogan’s. And it wasn’t an illusion—he
was
slightly larger, thicker, than she was used to. But her body felt so primed now that she was fearless, and she merely shifted her gaze from his shaft to his eyes, parting her lips. An invitation.
I’m ready
.

The man before her took his rigid cock in hand and held it down to her mouth. “Open wide,” he whispered. And then he slowly fed it to her. Inch by inch.

Oh Lord! The difference in his size was enough to make her mouth feel fuller, her lips stretched even more taut. But her cunt flared around Jake’s hard shaft and she willingly accepted what Rogan gave her as he began to gently fuck her mouth.

She moaned, starting to rock on Jake’s erection, and as he kneaded her breasts, he murmured, “That’s so hot, baby. Suck that cock. Suck it good. You’re so fucking good.”

Time became blurred. She didn’t know if she sucked Rogan for two minutes or ten—she was too lost to it all. Male voices, dirty talk, sore lips but a hungry mouth, full pussy but an aching clit—and oh God, did it ache now. Her thighs were spread wide across Jake’s, her bikini bottoms stretched around her upper thighs now, and she longed for Jake to lower a hand to the spot where she throbbed so wildly—but her mouth was too stuffed to tell him, and her hands were too busy on Rogan and Shane, as well, who knelt next to her, sliding his erection across her breast. As Rogan moved in short, steady strokes between her lips, she caressed his thighs, his balls, and used her other hand to grip the base of his hard-on. At other moments, she shifted her touch to Shane’s cock, or his stomach.

Finally, Jake said, “Why don’t we lay her down, on her back?” And she didn’t care that she wasn’t consulted—she didn’t even want to be. She was happy to be a tool for their pleasure—because it pleasured
her
so very thoroughly, too.

Yet her legs felt like noodles as Jake pulled out of her and hauled her to her feet, so it was a good thing he kept his arms around her to guide her. After finally getting her bikini bottoms off, he lay her on her lounge chair, saying, “Tilt it all the way back, honey,” so she adjusted the arms to make the chair recline. And she wasn’t the least bit daunted to look up and see three naked men—Rogan had just shed his clothes, too—standing around her.

Jake sat on the foot of the chair and smoothly spread her legs. She bit her lip, aroused by just being on display that way. Rogan had seen her like this last night, but not this close, and a low groan echoed from his throat as Shane said, “What a pretty little pussy.”

By now, though, she was on the verge of losing her mind, and blurted out, “Do something to it! Please—I’m going crazy!”

Jake gave her an
oops
sort of grin, saying, “Sorry, baby”—just as Shane said, “The girl’s been damn generous. If you don’t get her off, I will.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll get her off,” Jake promised, then resituated himself on his knees beyond the end of the chair, bent down, and dragged his tongue through her needy, wet folds. She shivered despite the warm night as a high-pitched sigh left her. At last! Some attention to her desperately deprived clit! In response, she parted her thighs even wider and clamped her hands over her breasts.

That’s when Shane knelt next to her and said, “I can help you with these,” sliding his hands up under hers.

She bit her lip, let go, watched him caress her tits while Jake went down on her below.

“Still hungry, honey?” Rogan asked then, kneeling on the other side of her, near her face.

“Oh yes,” she told him, because already her mouth felt empty after being filled so well for so long. “Let me have it, please.”

And again, he held his cock down, feeding it between her parted lips, and it was like returning to sensual heaven. And when Jake thrust his fingers inside her as he mouthed her slit, that made it even better.

As the attention to her clit began to make her moan around Rogan’s large shaft and buck at Jake’s face, he stopped and looked up at her only long enough to rasp, “I’m gonna make you come
so
fucking hard now,” before latching his mouth back around her swollen clit and sucking.

After that, it was dreamlike. She heard herself howling around Rogan’s cock. She was aware of wild, permeating pleasure saturating the entire length of her body. She caught sight of Shane twirling, pinching her nipples just before bending to take one in his mouth, which he drew in deeply. And then Jake was suckling harder, and she was fucking his mouth, sobbing louder, louder, her entire being pulsing—until the orgasm rocked her body, jerking through her in wild spasms that felt like being tossed about on high, choppy waves she couldn’t control.

She’d released Rogan from between her lips, gripping the arms of the chair tight as her body thrashed in thrilling pleasure that seemed to stretch on and on. Words left her mouth: “Oh!” “Yes.” “Fuck.” “God.” And then at last a long, well-pleasured sigh as the climax finally waned and she felt herself sinking gently back against the chair, exhausted.

When Jake drew his face from her pussy to meet her gaze, his cheeks, nose, were slick with her moisture, and his eyes looked feral. “How was that?”