Brit Party (4 page)

"On your back this time baby,” Patrick said. “I want to eat a little more of that sweet cream of yours before I slip my cock inside you.” He glanced over at her as he stood up from the bed and reached for one of the condoms lying on the floor. “Are you okay with that? You want me to fuck you? Put my cock in that tight pussy until we both explode with pleasure?"

Damn he was good. A man who knew how to sway a woman to what he wanted. And that southern boy charm was as evident as the Texas drawl that left his lips. Hell yeah she wanted him inside her but some devil inside her made her glance at Alex as if seeking permission. What the hell was up with that? That just pissed her off. He was nothing to her but a casual lay that she might or might not see again. But then Alex smiled at her and reached out to stroke her hair. And his voice, his voice was like warm water trickling over her sensitised skin.

"I want to see him fuck you as much as you want him to. Almost as much as he wants to. I want to watch him pleasure you, watch you come with him inside you.” His fingers came up and traced over her lips. “And I want to feel this incredible mouth sucking my dick while he's doing it."

Maggie couldn't help it, she moaned deep in her throat and it came out sounding like a purr. Like she was a damn cat being stroked by her master. But damn it all she wanted that more than anything. She did her best to give him a sultry smile, arching her back up off the bed, her breasts reaching towards the ceiling and her legs spreading wide. Unfortunately she was facing the wrong way and her mouth was at Patrick and her thighs were spread by Alex. And the damn man grinned as if he knew she was trying to shake off the affect he was having on her. He reached his hand out and dipped it between her spread thighs, plunging two fingers into her sheath and spreading them to stroke along the walls as he thrust in and out with them. Maggie moaned and cried out realising just how sensitive she still was from sex with Alex. She closed her eyes and lost herself in his hands. She knew that it was Patrick at her breasts when a warm mouth wrapped one of her nipples and sucked greedily at it while fingers plucked at the other one. Then Alex's fingers disappeared and she did open them wide only to squeeze them tight when she felt his tongue taking over. His thumb played with her clit rubbing in lazy circles around the nub while his tongue plunged inside her pussy and undulated before he pulled it out and licked along her labia. God he was perfection there as well. Was there anything the man didn't know how to do? Then she just didn't care anymore as he brought her to the brink of orgasm and held her right there at the edge for what seemed an eternity before pushing her over.

She came in waves until her body felt like it was floating on the surface of a warm pool of water. She felt warm and secure, totally sated and damn it, happy. These were things she didn't associate with sex. Sex was sex. A need that the body required to expend certain energy. It was not about romance and heaven forbid she ever used the “L” word unless it was lust. What were they doing to her? What magic did one man have that he could even direct her pleasure at the hands of another? And why was she even now licking her lips with the anticipation of having him in her mouth? She flicked her eyes open but it wasn't the Cheshire grin on his face like she expected. No, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were hooded. His face was still wet from her pussy and somehow she knew that he would not let her walk away until he was ready for her to. And that terrified her more than anything else in the world.

He walked slowly up to the foot of the bed where her head was and stopped far enough away that she could only look at him but not touch him yet. She licked her lips again and his eyes darkened from the sky blue to a deeper darker midnight shade. She heard the rip of a package and broke away from Alex's gaze to watch Patrick sheath his cock and move onto the bed between her legs. He lifted them high so that they were over his shoulders and bent over her, lining his cock up with her pussy. He ran the length up and down her labia coating his condom covered cock in her juices before tucking the head into her pussy and starting a slow in and out friction that had him sinking a little deeper inside her with every stroke. She closed her eyes and arched up further, wanting all of him buried in her now. She wanted him to fuck her to the point that she forgot about the other man in the room. But as if he read her mind, Alex's dark chuckle filled the room and she felt the liquid tip of his cock rubbing over her cheek. She kept still, kept her eyes squeezed shut and tried like mad to focus all her attention to what was happening between her thighs were Patrick was finally buried to the balls. Her sheath flexed around him trying to adjust to his width and his groan told her exactly how much he was enjoying that.

"Tight,” Patrick rasped as he began a slow rhythm his hands planted firmly on the bed beside her hips. This was nothing like Alex's fast animalistic pace and damn it, where had that thought come from? “You're perfection Maggie. Sheer perfection. I could fuck you forever."

"Hmmmm...” Alex spoke, his husky accent sending shivers over her and her eyes sprang open and locked with his. “Yes, she is sheer perfection Patrick. A woman made to be pleasured and to give pleasure.” He moved his cock along her cheek again and she couldn't stop her face from turning toward him and letting him coat her lips with the fluid already slipping from the head. “Open up Maggie. Open up and let me feel that wicked tongue caress me. Let me feel the back of your throat as you swallow me.” He pushed gently against her lips and she knew that it was only a matter of seconds before she gave in, before she opened wide and took everything he had to give her. “Open up Maggie,” Alex's eyes locked with hers and for a brief moment there was something there, some emotion that Maggie didn't think that either of them were ready to deal with. How the hell did you fall for someone in one moment of madness? Then the eyes changed and the plea became a demand as if he were afraid of the feelings charging the air between them as well. “Open up Maggie and suck my dick."

That was what she needed to hear, that thick British accent demanding to be pleasured, not the husky plea of earlier. She needed it to be just about sex, just sex and mutual pleasure and nothing more. Never anything more. She opened wide and with one thrust he was filling her mouth and then some. Even when he hit the back of her throat there was still a bit of him that wouldn't fit in her mouth and she reached up to use her hand on that last bit. But Alex stopped her grasping her hands and leaning over her to brace them above her head while he continued to stroke in and out of her mouth.

"This is for my pleasure Maggie. I'm going to fuck these beautiful lips of yours and you're going to let me. Aren't you Maggie?"

She nodded her head frantically afraid that he would take it away if she didn't, afraid that he would make Patrick stop that slow torture between her thighs. Yes, this was just sex, dirty raunchy, nasty sex. This was just what she wanted.

Patrick took one hand up and used it to move one of her legs up so that they were both over one shoulder and thrust hard inside her. She cried out around Alex's flesh and glanced at Patrick. He grinned at her and somehow she knew that he had done that to get her attention focussed on him for a bit. Hell, she had it bad if even Patrick knew that she was fixated on Alex. His smile softened and she knew that he must be reading some of the fear and anxiety in her. That slow southern boy charm hid a very sharp mind and she had best start remembering that. Now that he had her attention he increased his rhythm until he was moving like a piston each hard thrust dragging along her sheath and bringing her that much closer to orgasm. She closed her eyes and felt Alex wrap his long fingers in her hair using them to keep her face and mouth at just the angle he wanted them. But Patrick was finally giving her what she needed from him, a hard, deep fucking that helped her push Alex to the outskirts of her mind and had her focusing on her pussy and the pleasure it was receiving. Yes, this was just what she needed, what she wanted. She hummed her pleasure around Alex's dick and felt him jerk as the vibrations moved along his shaft and down into his balls. She could actually feel the globes tightening against her chin and that made her feel triumphant, like she was pushing him toward the same pleasure she was reaching, like she was stealing his control. So she continued her humming while she undulated under Patrick trying desperately to push her hips up against him to intensify the invasion of his every thrust. This was pleasure, the bone deep kind that left you completely dazed and sated at the end. This was what she needed from them and what she needed to give them before she walked away. And she would walk away, no matter what was beginning between her and Alex. She would never give her father the pleasure of doing what he wanted. And God alone knew that her hatred for that man would far outweigh her love ... Oh hell no was she using that word. Her lust for any other man. Yeah, lust. That was all sex was ever about and all that it ever would be about as far as she was concerned. Men were a dime a dozen and there would be plenty of others in her life after she walked away from Alex. And Patrick.

Patrick slammed her back into the present with a stroke hard enough to make her tighten her teeth around Alex which had him crying out as well. Hell, he seemed to like her teeth if the flex of his shaft meant anything. So she nipped again allowing her natural instinct to take over while Patrick became an animal between her thighs. He was moving so fast now, his jaw tightened with the pleasure he was feeling. The drag of his cock burned her flesh and when he reached down and pushed against her clit with his thumb she exploded. Black dots danced at the edges of her vision and she screamed her pleasure. Alex pulled out of her mouth and she was almost ashamed of the teeth marks that showed on his length. But Patrick kept thrusting and each one sent her spiralling further into oblivion. She was on the edge of unconsciousness when she heard the roar and felt the shudder going through Patrick's body. His hips slammed into hers and held there with only small flexes as his cock thickened and burst inside her. His release triggered another one in her but it was only small waves and didn't have the intensity of the first one. He stayed there for a moment lost in his own pleasure and then his chocolate brown eyes opened and for just a moment they looked sad.

He eased her legs off of his shoulders and bent down over her until his face was in front of hers. “Thanks Maggie. You're incredible.” With that he kissed her lightly on the lips, just a touch from his to hers and then he was pulling away, pulling out and leaving the bed. “I'm hitting the shower,” he tossed over his shoulder to Alex and without a single look back he was gone.

"Maybe I should go to?” Maggie said and started to rise from the bed. But Alex was there and easily pushed her back to her back. He was strong but she knew that it was because she really didn't want to leave. She knew what was coming and she wanted it more than anything.

Then he was there, back between her legs only this time he was above her instead of behind her. This time there would be no hiding the emotions flitting across her face as he took her body and gave it everything that it had been longing for. This time there would be no pretending it was meaningless sex with a stranger although that was exactly what it should be.

Alex thrust into her and she gasped at the feel of him wondering at how great he felt. The second thrust made her eyes flash wide as she realised what the sensation was. Skin on skin. Naked flesh inside naked flesh. He wasn't wearing a condom and she had never had sex without protection in her life. She wanted to let him keep going, she was on the pill but that would only make it that much harder to walk away when the time came.

"You're ... You're not wearing anything,” she whispered and heard his harsh expletive split the air. So he hadn't realised it either. She heard the rip of a package and then he was back inside her the condom doing nothing to change the sensations of what he was doing but somehow managing to dull the emotions churning inside her. Her last coherent thought was that she would be okay as long as he didn't kiss her. Then she locked eyes with him again and as his head lowered toward hers she knew that after this her entire life would be changed. Nothing would ever be the same for her after Alex.

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The only thing Alex knew in that moment was that he had to kiss Maggie. He rarely did that somehow feeling that a kiss was too intimate in his casual sexual affairs. But he needed Maggie's kiss like he needed food, water, air. And then his lips were on hers and when she gasped against him he slipped his tongue inside the tender lips that had nursed his cock so well just moments before. He touched her teeth and remembered the feel of them nipping and biting at his shaft as he pumped between her plump lips. Then he was caressing her tongue with his and after a slight hesitation, almost as if she was as unused to kissing as he was, she was rubbing along his tongue as well. He held her close refusing to let her mouth go until they were both gasping for breath.

He moved his lips along her jaw and then down the arched column of her throat. He could taste the unique essence of her sweat on her skin, and the smell of their sex filled his nostrils. This was what it meant to make love to a woman. This was what it felt like when there was more than lust involved in the physical act. This was making love and it rocked him to his core. In all his life he had never made love to a woman. He'd had sex with numerous women, some who knew what he did and some who only guessed. It was the James Bond syndrome, or at least that's what his buddies and he used to refer to it as. When you worked for MI6 you were often surrounded by beautiful women and rarely did they say no. Some of their cases took them to great places and some buried them in places that no man would ever willingly go.

Hell it was a woman that had him playing private eye with his buddy in Texas and no longer a member of MI6. He'd left it all behind when one of his friends and colleagues had been shot and killed on one of their cases. Shot and killed when he should have been with him. Instead Alex had been wrapped between the legs of a woman who was doing her job a lot better than he was. She'd kept him long enough to make him exactly ten minutes late, ten minutes that had cost his buddy his life. When he had arrived his buddy was the only one there and he had been lying in a pool of blood. It was a vision that haunted Alex's dreams often. He had completed the case and made damn sure that those responsible had gotten just what the deserved. But he had crossed lines during the case and for him, there was no going back. And his superior had known it or at least considered it because he hadn't been surprised when Alex has tendered his resignation. He would never be completely free of MI6, that was the nature of the agency. But for now he was on his own doing his best to deal with what he had done.