Curves for Three (Quick & Sexy Wolves Book 1) (4 page)

Davidson’s voice was strange…husky, almost as if he was having trouble keeping his voice and breathing even. “I want to warn you…we aren’t decent.”

“I understand, sir,” she replied, somehow managing to keep the tremor out of her voice. God, they were going to drive her crazy, these two hot men who seemed to hate wearing clothes.

She straightened her driving gloves and quickly climbed out of the car. She hurried to the rear door. How had she misread the cues that they were ready to get out? She’d thought they’d wanted some private time together before heading up to the office, so of course she hadn’t gotten out to hold the door for them. Crap, there went her tip for the night, damn it.

She touched the handle, hesitated, then opened the door, again taking care to stand in the standard position, slightly bowed, presenting a clear path for the client to get out. But Davidson didn’t get out. She couldn’t help but risk a quick glance into the car, hoping to tell if they needed a few minutes to get arranged or if they intended to head up a private elevator to Mr. Kenner’s offices completely in the buff. What memorable sight that would make—

She looked into the limo and she couldn’t stop a gasp from escaping her lips. Davidson Kenner was naked inside, his glorious body sprawled casually on one of the leather seats, his arms thrown wide across the seat back as he slouched there, the very picture of power and ease. His cock was standing up straight, long and thick. Precum glistened on the tip. Mick had his hand around Davidson’s cock and was stroking it with long, slow pumps. The bodyguard was also naked, also hard, and with his other hand he beat himself off, circling his pointer finger and thumb around his dick and drawing each stroke from the bottom of his shaft all the way to the head of his penis.

Davidson looked right at her. His eyes blazed with lust. “Join us.”

“I…” She swallowed the lump in her throat and could barely breathe. The pure wanton sexuality of the scene had her dizzy, had her body aroused to the point where she wanted to agree to anything, just so these men would put their hands on her and help her ease some of this lust that would set her of fire if she didn’t find some relief.

But did she dare? She knew she could refuse and she wouldn’t be punished for it. The choice was hers. Before she’d always kept her distance from the clients. She was friendly and respectful, but none of them fascinated her, turned her on, or had tempted her as much as Davidson Kenner and his bodyguard Mick. She could refuse, then she’d go home, and a nice guy like Davidson wouldn’t hold it against her. She could wear out her vibrator on her fantasies before going to sleep.

Or she could live out those fantasies right here, right now.

She took a deep breath…and she climbed into the limo, gently shutting the door behind her. Both men were watching her. Neither smiled, but the tension in the air grew even thicker, the need even harder to refuse.

She hesitated, suddenly unsure. But Davidson held out a hand to her, and she tentatively took it. He smiled and drew her down beside him, then pulled her into a kiss that had her head spinning. Touching this man was all she’d ever dreamed. He was so warm and strong, his lips demanding of her, but no more than she could give. She felt other hands on her, stroking down her sides, across her ass, and she suddenly wanted out of this confining uniform.

She broke off the kiss with Davidson and drew back enough to ask, “Why am I the only one still dressed?”

“I was wondering that myself,” Davidson said. “Mick, help the lady.”

“My pleasure.” The big man gently turned her toward him. He started with the topmost button of her pressed uniform jacket collar and worked his way down. He shifted to her white button down shirt after that, his gaze heating up as he bared her bra-covered chest. She shifted so he could slip his fingers around the waistband of her dark slacks, and he expertly peeled them down so she was left in bra and panties and her gloves. She began to pull at the tips of her gloves, wanting them off so she could feel the heat of these two gorgeous men with her fingertips.

“No,” Davidson interrupted. “Leave your gloves on, beautiful. I like the look of a curvaceous beauty in gloves…and nothing else.”

“You’re no fun,” Mick chided. “She won’t get to touch us skin to skin.”

“I intend to more than make up for that sacrifice on her part. I promise she will not have any regrets.”

Vicki’s heart pounded so hard it was like a drum in her chest. She’d already soaked her panties right through, she was so turned on. She loved how he’d referred to her as “curvaceous” and how he’d almost growled with passion the promise that she’d have no regrets. His off-hand compliment made her proud of herself, confident that she could reveal every inch of her body and these two men would drink up the sight of her as though they were dying of thirst.

Both men stared at her, their gazes traveling up and down her body, heated and worshipful, and she felt like her skin might just burst into flames at the lust in their eyes.

“Exquisite,” Davidson growled.

“Fucking hotter than the Georgia sun,” Mick said.

She felt beautiful, revered, wanted. So she was the one who undid the clasp of her bra and let her breasts tumble free. Then she skinned down her panties and kicked them away and knelt on the plush carpet of the limo as the two men watched her with hard cocks and desire heating their gazes to boiling.

“I’m on the pill,” she said, biting her lip as she shifted her gaze from one thick cock to the other. “But do you have other protection?”

Davidson leaned forward and titled her chin to him and kissed her. When he was done, he stared into her eyes. “Werewolves aren’t fertile except at the full moon. And we don’t get human sicknesses. You’re safe with us. I promise.”

She nodded, a lump in her throat at the tenderness and passion in his voice. She’d read something similar now that she thought about it. She wanted to feel them completely, driving into her with nothing between them to stop their heat from warming her.

Because Mick had taken so much care undressing her, she went to him first, giving him a coy look and licking her lips. He grinned at her and watched her through half-lidded eyes as she kissed her way up his thick, muscular thigh. Her lips found the base of his cock, then she drew her tongue up his long shaft. He was so impressively hung that she knew she would have to use her hand to help her. She settled her soft, gloved-hand around his cock and slowly pumped him, smiling right up until the moment she leaned forward and kissed the tip.

He groaned and arched for her. She licked away the salty precum at the slit, then took him in her mouth. As she drove her head down on his cock, she pumped him with her hand in the opposite beat.

“Oh, God, her lips,” Mick groaned, throwing his head back, his eyes closing. “That feels so fucking good…”

The thrill of giving him so much pleasure was heady, almost intoxicating. At the same time, Davidson began caressing her all over her body with deft hands. He moved behind her and held her breasts, his arms coming around her, and she felt the hard push of his cock against her back. His dick left precum on her skin, and a thrill went through her at the thought that he’d marked her in that way. He began to stroke and tease her nipples until they were standing up, tight and aching and sending bolts of pleasure right down to her pussy and back up to her brain as he fondled her.

She found herself working Mick faster, drawing her mouth all the way up to the head of his throbbing cock, flicking her tongue against the tip, then driving her mouth down again, all while still mercilessly stroking him with her hand.

“I can’t take this,” Mick groaned, his head still thrown back and his eyes closed. “She’s too fucking
good
.”

Davidson whispered near her ear. “Make him come for me, beautiful. I want to see the pleasure on his face.”

She did as he asked, feeling so powerful with her ability to bring this man to the edge and over. Then Mick stiffened, his muscles and body going rigid, his cock hard and twitching in her mouth. She sucked him greedily, working him with her lips tight around his cock and her hand counter-stroking down his shaft.

“Oh fuck!” he said, his voice tight and on the edge. She moved her head faster, relentlessly driving him toward orgasm.

A hot spurt of cum filled her mouth as his cock pulsed. He groaned her name. It was music to her—hearing her name with his voice so full of the pleasure of his orgasm. She felt powerful. She felt alive.

She’d lost track of Davidson as she’d been consumed with pleasuring Mick. But when she finally pulled away and swallowed his hot seed, Davidson turned her and pulled her toward the seats. He captured her mouth in a kiss, his tongue darting past her lips, and stealing some of Mick’s salty cum that lingered in her mouth. He shared it with her, and it seemed as if they tightened a bond with the sharing.

He cupped her breasts, stroking them as she straddled him, her pussy so close to his cock, but he kept her at bay. Instead he thrust his tongue into her mouth again as his fingers traced along the skin of her thighs, higher, stroking over her soaked mound, skimming along her outer lips and teasing her clit until a moan slipped from her.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Davidson growled. “I’m going to taste you.
Now
.”

She had no chance to reply. He effortlessly pushed her upper body back while lifting her with his hand and arm, supporting her along her spine, while his other hand grabbed her buttock and helped hold her in the air. Such a thing would’ve been impossible for any normal human, but his incredible werewolf strength let him hold her aloft. His arm and chest muscles were rigid and bulging, but he held her as easily as if she weighed nothing. She spread her thighs for him, knowing that was what he wanted, and certainly that was what she needed. Then he lifted her pussy to his mouth, tilting her pelvis back to give him perfect access. She watched through half-lidded eyes as his tongue licked her from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit.

She sighed out her pleasure, but she didn’t close her eyes. She wanted to see him as he tasted her. His eyes were closed though, as he explored her with his tongue, sometimes thrusting deep into her channel, other times flicking the tip of his tongue across her throbbing clit. When he began to suck her nib, all the muscles in her body clenched and she began to shudder. She fought back the orgasm as best she could, wanting to draw the pleasure out as long as possible.

Soon she was so on edge that she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold off. The man was too good with his tongue. He seemed to read her like a book, knowing what she wanted, how her body reacted, and mercilessly doing more of the same until she was only moments from coming hard. Her fingers laced through his short brown hair and tightened as the orgasm crested.

But he drew his head back a bare instant before she toppled over the edge found her blissful release. He left her panting with need. His mouth was wet with her juices as he set her body down so that the shaft of his hard cock pressed against her wet lower lips. He didn’t enter her, though she was on the verge of pleading with him too. Instead he watched her with half-lidded eyes, while intensity and arousal poured off him like heat as he held her helpless in his arms. But even when she was about to beg him to set his tongue to her pussy again or shove his cock in her, he grabbed the satiated Mick and yanked him close.

“Taste her on me,” Davidson commanded, then dragged Mick into a deep kiss. They kissed long and hard, almost fighting against each other, and she knew they were tasting her essence on each other’s lips. The thought nearly drove her mad with lust.

She whimpered with pure pleasure. Davidson broke the kiss with Mick and turned to her. “Don’t worry, beautiful. You aren’t being ignored.”

She meant to say something witty, but right then he angled her body and slid his cock deep into her soaking wet channel with one smooth thrust. All she could do was give a moan that was almost a wail of pleasure.

He began to fuck her. At first his strokes were slow and deep, the rhythm bringing her steadily back toward a climax but not driving her there too fast. Mick helped out, his hands caressing over both of them, stimulating her nipples, stroking Davidson’s chest, making a connection between the three of them as he watched them intently, seeming drunk on their pleasure.

She was riding Davidson, moving her hips against him as he thrust his cock into her. The sweet tension inside her built and built. Her mind fogged over in a daze of lust and pleasure. Her orgasm crept up on her and all at once she was shuddering and gasping as waves of the purest incredible ecstasy rippled through her.

As she was caught up in her orgasm, Davidson redoubled his tempo, seeming almost desperate to come with her. If he hadn’t held her so tightly, the strength of his thrusts might’ve bucked her off. But he caught that edge of bliss as well. She felt his hot seed spurting into her pussy as he came. He bared his teeth like a wild animal and sighed out a long, satisfied breath.

Both of them now sated, she sagged against Davidson, collapsing on his chest. Her head cleared slowly as she came down from the incredible heights of bliss he’d brought her to. Finally her breathing started to return to normal. “That was…amazing.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Davidson murmured, and Mick kissed her softly on the temple.

“Let’s invite her up to the suites,” Mick said to Davidson.

She lifted her head from Davidson’s chest. “No, I really shouldn’t leave the car.”

“Nonsense,” Davidson said. “If something happens to the car while you’re with us, I’ll just buy your company a brand new one. Don’t worry.”

“Well, I guess I could go.” These incredible men still wanted her around? She half suspected they’d be on their way again after getting their rocks off, but they were both touching her and looking at her so tenderly she felt ashamed to have expected that. If she didn’t go with them, she had a feeling she’d regret it for the rest of her life. “Yes.
Yes
, I will go.”

“That’s my girl,” Mick said, while Davidson beamed at her.