Forbidden Heat (9 page)

He grinned, gliding his hands up her body, cupping her breasts. He toyed with her nipples, then dipped one hand under her neckline and inside her bra cup to find her hard nipple. She moaned. He tugged the fabric down, both her bodice and the lace of her bra cups, baring both breasts, then tugged and squeezed her nipples until she moaned again.

He couldn’t take it any longer. He slid his hands under her skirt and found the elastic waistband of her thong and drew it down her long legs, dropping it to the floor. She kicked it aside as he eased her thighs wider. He stroked his member along her lovely ass, then nudged between her legs. She leaned forward, stretching her torso over the countertop.

“Oh,” she yelped softly.

“Something wrong?” he asked in concern.

“No, sir, it’s just the marble is cold.”

He touched her nipples. They were exceptionally hard and distended.

“Would you like a towel to rest on?” he asked.

“No, it’s . . . sexy.”

He laughed, but the thought of her soft breasts pressed flat on the hard, cold marble sent his cock throbbing even more. He stroked along her wet slit, then placed his cockhead against her again and eased forward. Her slick vagina swallowed him, inch by heavenly inch. When he was finally fully immersed in her heat, he held her tight against him, afraid to move because he was so . . . so close.

“Oh, Master Jamieson, please fuck me.”

That was it. He drew back, then rammed into her. His balls tightened and he thrust again, then again. Heat blasted through him as he erupted into her hot, tight pussy. She moaned and gasped.

Before he could soften, he pulled free, spun her around, and lifted her onto the countertop. She gasped again, probably at the cold, hard marble under her, but he quickly drove into her again. He stroked her clit as he thrust. She clung to his shoulders.

“Oh God, sir. You’re going to make me . . . ahh . . .” She moaned. “I’m coming again.” Her voice trailed to a moan, then she wailed as she held on to him.

He watched her face as she came. Her mass of auburn curls framed her flushed face like a halo, her emerald eyes glazed in passion, and her full lips parted as she uttered sweet sounds of pleasure.

She relaxed in his arms, and smiled up at him. “Thank you, Master Jamieson.”

“My pleasure, Dani.” He held her close and kissed her, not wanting to part from her warm feminine body yet.

She stroked his hair, then rested her head against his shoulder for several long, tender moments.

Finally, she drew away and smiled at him again. “Master Jamieson, will your friend Master Garner be here soon?”

That had been the plan. For Trey to join them for dinner.

“I told him I’d call.”

She stroked her hand over her bare breast. “How soon do you think he can arrive?”

“Oh, I think he could get here pretty fast.”

He slipped free of her lovely hot body, then grabbed the phone hanging from the wall. As he watched her rearrange her maid outfit, tucking her lovely breasts away under the white fabric, he wondered if he actually wanted to share her.

Even with Trey.

Trey hesitated outside Jake’s front door. Jake had called him saying to come over right away because he had a surprise for him. Trey had only been to Jake’s house a few times. The distance between him and Jake saddened Trey, but he understood that Jake needed that distance. Their romantic relationship hadn’t had a distinct end, since they’d continued to meet up—and play—with Angela and Nikki once a year. Trey always had the feeling Jake hoped they would eventually get back together again. Even after all these years . . . Maybe maintaining such a casual physical relationship wasn’t such a great idea . . . but Trey sure didn’t want to give that up. And he was sure Jake didn’t either.

Jake had told him Danielle intended to come over this weekend and had invited him over for dinner this evening . . . later this evening . . . but it seemed Danielle had arrived earlier than Jake had expected. The odd thing was Jake had asked Trey to call a few minutes before he arrived, and then just to let himself in.

They were probably having sex and wanted a warning before Trey got there—which for some reason made Trey a little jealous—but why tell him to let himself in?

He wrapped his hand around the doorknob. Should he knock before he entered? Damn, he was just overthinking things. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Eight

“I’m here . . .”

Trey’s voice trailed off as he saw Danielle, dressed in a skimpy, and very sexy, maid’s outfit, with her hands above her head. He quickly closed the door behind him and locked it.

“I . . . uh . . .”

Suddenly, he realized that her hands were above her head because they were tied together with a rope which was then twined through the rising banister behind her, holding them high above her head. As his gaze glided down her sexily clad form, taking in her voluptuous breasts spilling from the low neckline, her slim waistline, then her legs skewed wide, his cock hardened.

Oh man, she was sitting and . . . two male legs jutted out from between her thighs, and he realized she was sitting on Jake’s lap, her feet curled around the dark cherrywood legs of one of Jake’s stylishly elegant dining room chairs beneath them.

“Trey, I’m glad you’re here.” Jake peered out from behind Danielle’s head. “My maid, Dani, here has been very bad, and I wanted you to help me punish her.”

“Punish her?” Trey stepped closer, his groin tightening painfully. “Okay.”

He wanted to say more . . . to ask about her misdeed . . . but he couldn’t stop staring at her skirt . . . wondering what was happening under there. Was Jake’s long cock pressing close against her? Was it . . . inside her?

“Say hello to Master Garner, Dani.”

“Hello, Master Garner.”

Master.
Oh God, that was sexy.

As he stood in front of her, he wanted to reach out and grab those lovely round breasts, which thrust forward so beautifully between her upraised arms. Jake caressed one lovely mound, then tugged the fabric down to reveal a hardened nipple. Trey stroked a finger over the nub and Danielle moaned softly. He leaned forward and licked it, then squeezed his lips around it, teasing the tip with his tongue. The aureole pebbled against his lips. Her accelerated breathing sent his pulse racing.

Jake pulled up her full but very short skirt, revealing her naked pussy. Trey’s eyes widened. At this angle, it looked like . . . Trey stepped back and confirmed that Jake’s hard cock was inside her.

He could imagine Jake’s hard cock, veins bulging, pressed deep inside her . . . Danielle squeezing him tight.

Oh God, his cock throbbed in his pants.

“You’re looking uncomfortable there, buddy. Why not loosen things up a bit?” Jake said.

Trey unfastened his pants, knowing that’s what Jake was alluding to. He dropped them to the floor, then released his rock-hard cock from his briefs. Danielle’s gaze rested on his erection, her shimmering green eyes filled with hunger.

He stepped closer, wanting her full, sexy lips to wrap around his cockhead, but sitting on Jake’s lap like that . . .
his cock inside her
. . . she was too high to reach him, and her arms tied to the banister didn’t allow her to bend down.

For a moment, he considered offering his cock to Jake. The thought of Jake pleasuring both Danielle and him at the same time was an intense turn-on.

“Use the step stool,” Jake suggested. “It’s right there.” His head gestured to the right.

Trey glanced around and saw the dark cherrywood step stool Jake usually kept under the desk in the kitchen sitting two feet to the right of Jake and Danielle. Obviously, Jake had thought this through.

Trey placed the stool in position and stepped on top of it. Danielle stroked her cheek against his cock, licking the side of it. Her soft skin, then warm tongue made his cock twitch in delight. Jake grasped Trey’s cock in his firm, masculine grip and stroked a couple of times . . . fracturing Trey’s composure. . . . Then Jake positioned Trey’s cock in front of Danielle’s mouth.

It had been a long time since Trey had felt Jake’s touch there and it sent strong bittersweet memories surging forward. A gnawing ache began deep inside him . . . until Danielle’s mouth surrounded his tip while her tongue toyed with the small opening on the end of him. Slowly, Jake fed Trey’s cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his shaft as it eased deeper inside. Once it was as far as it would go, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on him. Jake drew him out, then eased him in again. A slow rhythm . . . in . . . out . . . felt superbly erotic.

Then Jake drew him all the way out and Jake’s lips surrounded him. His teeth edged lightly around Trey’s corona, then Jake swallowed him deep. With Trey’s cock deep inside Jake’s mouth, Jake lifted Trey’s balls and pressed them to Danielle’s mouth. She licked them, then Jake fed one into her mouth. She cradled it inside her warmth and Trey moaned. Jake fed the other ball into her mouth and she laved her tongue over them. As Danielle sucked on his balls, Jake moved up and down Trey’s shaft. Trey wanted to move, to fuck Jake’s mouth like old times, but if he did, he’d pull free of Danielle’s mouth, and he didn’t want that.

Jake sped up and Trey felt the familiar tightening in his groin—then he burst in an intense, carnal climax, groaning loudly.

God, he and Jake hadn’t shared such personal intimacy in a long time and . . . he was surprised how much Jake still turned him on. Had he only been fooling himself that he was over Jake? Or was it just that Danielle heightened everything about the sexual experience? All he knew right now was that being with both of them was more intensely erotic than anything he’d ever experienced before.

Jake released him, smiling broadly.

“You know, I think Dani still needs her lesson. Right, Dani?”

“Yes, Master Jamieson.”

Trey stepped down and pushed the step stool away. Jake’s hand toyed with his cock, which still impaled Danielle.

“Let me make some room for you,” Jake said. He lifted Danielle, drew out his cock, then repositioned it. Slowly, he lowered Danielle again, his cock pushing inside her ass.

Trey’s own cock rose at the sight. He reached around Danielle and felt for her bra fastening through the fabric, then unhooked it and pulled it from inside her dress. He tossed the strapless scrap of lace aside, then pulled the fabric of her top down and tucked it under her breasts. He admired the lovely round mounds, then leaned down and captured Danielle’s nipple inside his mouth and sucked until she moaned loudly.

“You should feel how wet she is,” Jake said. His hand stroked her glistening pussy.

Trey knelt in front of her and stroked her slit. Oh man, it was totally hot and wet. He slipped a couple of fingers into the silky wetness inside.

“Do you want me inside you, Danielle?” he asked.

“Oh, yes, Master Garner. Please fuck me.”

Urgency spiked through him at those words. He placed the step stool in front of her, then grabbed his cock, placed it to her opening, and thrust forward. Her velvety pussy surrounded him and he groaned. The sensation was intensified knowing Jake’s cock had just been in the same place.

“Fuck her, Trey. Let’s make her come together.”

Oh, yeah. He pulled back, then thrust again, deeper this time.

“Ohhh . . . Please, masters, make me come.”

He thrust faster. Deeper. She squeezed him and he groaned, then sped up. Her breath came in little gasps and he pounded in . . . harder and harder.

“Oh, yes. I’m going to . . .” She sucked in a breath, then wailed long and hard.

His groin tightened as Jake groaned his release. Heat burned through him as he exploded within her, thrusting and groaning as she wailed again.

“I’m . . . coming . . . oh . . .” She gasped. “So . . . hard.”

Trey tweaked her clit and she wailed again.

As her cries subsided, he slowed his thrusts. Finally, her head dropped against his shoulder. He cupped her head and held it lovingly, kissing her temple and savoring the blissful moment they all shared.

“So you couldn’t stay away from us.” Trey curled his hands around Danielle’s slender waist as she placed the steaming casserole on the hot plate she’d set on the counter beside Jake’s shiny-topped stainless-steel stove, then closed the oven door. She wore one of Jake’s Tshirts, which hung just long enough to cover the tiny pink thong she wore underneath. She turned around and kissed him, her arms gliding around his neck, the black quilted oven mitts still covering her hands.

“How could I? You two have a way of making a girl feel special.” She kissed him again. Her lovely green eyes gazed up at him as a grin spread across her face. “Very special.”

“Well, you are.” He kissed her again, hardly able to keep his hands from roving over her delightful body and taking her again right there on the spot. He’d never had it this bad for a woman before. “After all, how many women would dress up in a sexy little maid’s outfit and serve the two of us . . . and so completely?”

He couldn’t help it . . . his hand cupped her breast. The soft flesh filled his palm and the nipple tightened and pressed against him.