DoubleTeamHer (7 page)

Frank frowned but he nodded his agreement. “Sure. Love to.
Sounds great.”

“Can’t believe you hooked up with her again,” Leah said,
rolling her eyes.

“Why not?” Frank lifted a shoulder. It revealed an
indifference I hadn’t detected during those lovemaking moments where our gazes
had locked and a twinkle of affection shimmered in his eyes. “You saw her in
the cage with my girlfriend.”

His “girlfriend”? No plural, just one. So he still
considered Gio his
only
girlfriend. And what was I? Just his ex? Just a
good fuck for the night, someone to help fulfill that girlfriend’s fantasy of
being sandwiched between a man and a woman?

Of course. Why had I thought otherwise?

Because you’re an idiot.

My eyes stung at the whole conversation, at their sick
arrest “joke” here in the apartment, at Leah’s and Ned’s proposition and
Frank’s apparent interest. And at that welcoming kiss, the girlfriend comment
and Frank’s dismissal of me and my place in his life.

A lump formed in my throat, and no matter how much I
swallowed it wouldn’t go away. I didn’t need to listen to any more of Frank’s
heartless words or watch him reveal his true self. I closed the window and
floated to the bedroom in a daze.

In all my focus on the drama unfolding on the street below,
I’d forgotten about Gio. She was in the closet pulling on a black velvety sweat
suit. Her moves were fluid as she strolled to the dresser and brushed her dark
locks. The strands gleamed in the first rays of dawn streaming in through the
window.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” She stared at me in the mirror. Her
face was gorgeous, too gorgeous.

She was Frank’s “girlfriend”. My competition.

I blinked back moisture in my eyes, stumbled to the bed and
collapsed on the mattress where the three of us had made love not an hour ago.
I could smell the musky scent of pussy, the mixed aroma of clean manly sweat
and sweet female perfume. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

“No need to explain. I heard and saw everything through the
bedroom window. It doesn’t surprise me. Frank’s an attractive man. You can’t
hold him down, baby. No one can.” Gio waved her hand, set the brush on the
dresser and slinked across the room. The way she climbed onto the bed reminded
me of a panther stalking its next kill. She propped her elbow on the mattress,
rested her head in her hand and slid my robe aside. Frank’s robe. It stirred
the aroma of his cologne, the smell of a man I’d now lost two times, never mind
the fact the first time had been my fault.

Yes, I saw it now more than ever. Frank was Gio’s, not mine.
They’d used me to fulfill a fantasy, and here I’d gone and let a glimmer of
hope I hadn’t been able to name shatter my heart in one night.

Damn you, Frank.

Damn you, Leah and Ned.

And damn you, Giovanna.

The thought had barely formed in my head when Gio nudged at
my ear with her nose and circled her fingertip around my breast. My body
betrayed me. My nipples tightened. Shivers of desire melted through my
bloodstream, stirring my pussy and hardening my clit.

“What do you say we go to my place, forget him? When we get
the urge we’ll go back to the club and find another man—or even a woman.” She
winked. Her eyes glittered with mischief. “But this time
I
want to fuck
you
with the ass toy.”

It fascinated me the way the early-morning light filtered
through her hair. In spite of the heaviness in my chest at Frank’s betrayal I
couldn’t help myself—or maybe it was
because
of Frank’s betrayal. I
combed my fingers through her freshly brushed hair. Its soft tresses sifted
through my fingers and tickled my palms.

That lying, self-centered bastard. I’d accepted his new
relationship with Gio—I couldn’t blame him after I’d ditched him at the club
and gone and married Rob. But now? After he and Giovanna had come seeking me
out and wanting to include me in their relationship?

Uh-uh. This shit with Leah and Ned wasn’t going to fly with
me.

I brooded, perusing the beams of dawn across the ceiling,
and drew a lock of her hair beneath my nose. It stirred the aroma of expensive
salon shampoo. “So you don’t want him anymore?”

“Nah. He was good while he lasted. Besides, it appears he’s
planning on going back to Ned and Leah. They had a…shall we say, lustful
three-way affair just before he and I got together.” She tilted my head toward
her and forced me to look deep into her eyes. Lust didn’t even come close to
describing what I saw there. Obsession. Hunger. Fire. “But we don’t need him,
babe. Two good-looking, perfect women like us, we can form our own lusty
three-way.”

Indecision warred with temptation in my head.

Hmm… What was that old saying?

Hold your friends close and your enemies closer.

And it didn’t hurt for your enemy to be easy on the eyes and
the body.

“Yes. Yes, you’re right. We
can
form our own ‘lusty’
threesome.”

She dragged her lips back and forth over mine, rousing the
desire in my groin. “That’s my girl.”

I’m not your girl, at least not indefinitely. But I guess
I’m not Frank’s either.

Ha, what better way to get revenge on him than to go along
with this plan of hers. Plus, luring Gio, my competition, away from Frank—that
is if he should decide to get back with her later—would be sweet payback.

I wrapped my arms around her and nibbled at her earlobe. She
smelled of sex, perfume and cosmetics. Hm, she
was
smokin’ hot so this
part of the revenge wasn’t going to be a hardship in the least. In fact I’d
probably enjoy the heck out of it.

And after Frank’s betrayal, why not show him I won’t be
screwed over without him paying?

“Mmm, I like that, you calling me your girl. Now how about
we get going before he comes back. Let’s head out and make those plans at your
place. I’m off tonight. We could go hang out at the club and find our third
wheel.”

“Sounds perfect. But before we go, I’ve got an idea.” She
jogged into the living room and I heard the click of the deadbolt on the front
door. When she returned to Frank’s bedroom she snatched the TV remote and set
it to a music channel. Then she pushed a few buttons on a box’s panel.

I rolled onto my stomach. “What are you doing?”

She pressed her finger to her lips, knelt on the bed and
whispered, “Shh. I’ve got the recorder on to tape our lovemaking. We’re going
to give Frank a show he’ll never forget. He’ll be kicking himself to hell and
back wishing he’d never set eyes on Leah and Ned in his entire life.”

I grinned and whispered back, “That is a great idea.”

“Honey, you are so hot.” She said it out loud—no doubt so
the camera would record it—and did a sensual striptease to remove her black
sweat suit. She slithered up my back, dropping kisses as she went. Her nipples
dragged over my butt cheeks, on both sides of my spine and stopped just below
my waist. She straddled me and shoved her hands between my breasts and the bed.
I gripped the bedcovers. She squeezed my mounds and pinched my nipples while
her soft lips fluttered along my neck, kissed and sucked hard enough to leave a
hickey.

“Give the camera a horny expression,” she whispered. “It’s
above the television.”

My entire body quivered. I raised my hips and wiggled
against her crotch. Though it was difficult to open my eyes and lift my gaze, I
located the camera lens and licked my lips just like a porn star. “Ah,
Giovanna, I want you to fuck me so badly.”

Seducing the camera turned me on like crazy. Though my job
had a voyeur angle to it, I’d never considered performing in this manner. To
know Frank would watch it later and hunger for us yet not be able to have us
back in his bed sent a wicked thrill through me.

The sudden double-whack on my rump made me gasp, but the
sting sent a warm rush of desire straight to my cunt. I added a groan for good
measure.

“What a naughty bitch you are.” Gio leaned over, reached for
the box and drew out a flexible double-dong. She climbed off me and flipped me
over.

The abrupt move took me off guard but I quickly recovered. I
sent a smoldering sidelong look at the camera and trailed a finger down the
length of the dick. “Yum, I love being a naughty girl.”

The toy had a veined surface, a lifelike head and was about
eight inches long. She climbed on top of me with her pussy against mine,
pressed one end of the dong to my lips and forced them open. “Then suck it.
Give it head.”

My pussy clenched and my clit throbbed. I inspected the lens
again. The faint hint of rubber drifted under my nose as I circled my tongue
around the tip and moaned.

“
Love
giving head.” I rose, wrapped my hand around it
and took half the toy into my mouth. It did feel authentic on my tongue. It
gave me the sensation of giving a real cock a blowjob. But having a woman slide
it in and out of my mouth made me extra horny.

It ratcheted up yet another level when Gio bent down and
took the other end in her mouth.

I let out a stifled scream.

Whoa. Sexy. For a woman who’s never done this before, she
sure knows what she’s doing.

She winked at me, clearly a conspiratorial gesture. We got a
tempo going so our mouths met. We pulled back, licked and took it in again. Our
pussies and rigid clits grinded together in circular motions, faster, harder,
slicker. She rubbed her nipples over mine. My breasts burned and heat spilled
into my belly.

The banging on the living room door came from a peripheral
zone in my consciousness. Frank’s muffled voice drifted into the bedroom.
“Dammit, you two, let me in. Why the fuck did you lock me out?”

“Ignore it. Ignore him.” Gio pulled the cock out, set it
aside on the bed and covered my mouth with hers. The wet warmth slid over my
tongue and raced through my blood. She sucked my top lip between her teeth then
my bottom lip. Low and husky, just so I could hear it, she said, “Now sit up.
Let’s fuck each other. Show him what he’s going to be missing.”

I propped myself on one elbow and ran my hand down her arm.
Silky. So silky my palm glided over her skin.

She took my hand and drew one of my fingers into her mouth.
A carnal thrill raced up my arm.

I lifted her hand and licked her finger, following her lead
by sucking it into my mouth.

“Mmm.” She moaned. Vibrations rippled along my nerves.

I longed for more. An urgent need to get that cock inside me
caused me to blurt out a plea that sounded desperate to my ears. “Stick it
inside me. Fuck me until I come.”

Giovanna snatched the toy and sat between my thighs, her
other hand on the bed supporting her. She threw a leg over mine and guided mine
over hers so we were in an opposite scissor-style position. Her gaze circled my
juncture. “You look so scrumptious. Such a juicy pussy.”

She rubbed the cock around my cunt and massaged my clit with
it. I held my breath and convulsed at intervals each time she found that
sensitive spot. My head dropped back, my hair tickling my shoulders. Although
I’d done some simulated kinky stuff on stage, I’d never ever been in something
as exciting as this in my life. I realized what she’d meant by “fuck each
other”. Now that I got the picture I yearned to have one end of that thing
inside me and the other inside her at the same time.

And Frank would watch the recording later and be tortured. I
smiled. Wicked. So wicked.

That’ll teach him to screw me over.

But as soon as the thought passed through my head guilt and
sadness assailed me.

Why did it have to be this way? Why did he do this to me
and leave me no alternative but to get revenge on him?

Frank pounded on the door again. “Open up now.”

His hoarse voice jolted me out of my mood. On the one hand
this whole scenario of depriving him of our lovemaking turned me on. On the
other I longed to run in there, jerk the door open and let him in so he could
join us.

Giovanna pierced me with her sharp gaze. She whispered,
“Jazmine. Remember what he did to us. Don’t listen to him. Screw him.”

I nodded but didn’t have time to speak. She touched the tip
of the dong to my vaginal opening and pushed it inside me so unbelievably slow
and sensually. “Oh god, that feels
so
incredible.”

“Don’t forget about me. Stick the other end in my cunt.” Gio
wrapped her hand around the back of mine and guided it to the cock. The veiny
surface rubbed along my palm. I outlined her pussy with the tip, moving it
closer to the entrance.

Her head dropped back and she let go of my hand. She closed
her eyes, moved her hips in a circular motion, massaging the toy with her
pussy. “Mmm, yes. Just like that.”

I simulated her movements. Heat filled my groin. But I
needed more, needed it deeper. I lay down, turned on my side and clutched her
thigh. She did the same, mirroring me. We got a gentle tempo going. Our labia
met, touched, pressed together and rubbed. We swallowed up the toy, our juices
slurping. The sound rose so loud there was no way the recording wasn’t picking
it up.

We pulled back, leaving just the ends inside our pussies. I
kissed her calf and licked the smooth flesh, held on to her leg with
desperation, reaching for my orgasm. She moaned and did the same to me. We
fucked and ground our clits into each other’s upper thighs. Our movements
escalated to near-violence. I moaned when the tip of the penis grazed my
G-spot.

Amazing. This was so amazing and sexy. No, it was way more
than that. Knowing the camera recorded our girl-on-girl lovemaking, and that
Frank would see it later and be deprived of ever being with us again, gave me
such a wanton thrill.

“Do it, Jaz. Come. Come with me. I’m almost there. I’m—” She
growled. The sexy sound sent me over the edge. We held on to each other’s legs,
our bodies convulsing. My inner muscles rippled around the cock and sent me
into an intense climax. I couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t fuck her hard enough
or fast enough.