Guilty Pleasure (32 page)

Marty flinched at the wave of excessive pleasure washing through her as she watched the thick width of his jutting erection and remembered the feel of it in her mouth.

“Such a sweet wet pussy,” Khalid murmured, as he nodded to Shayne.

A second later Shayne slid back into the corner of the seat, leaning back and pulling Marty against his chest as his knees held her thighs spread wide.

Khalid reached out, his fingers sliding through her thick juices as Shayne’s fingers began to torment her nipples.

Khalid parted the folds, rubbed against her clit, then slid lower to find the clenched entrance to her vagina.

“Oh God!” she screamed a second later as he plunged two fingers deep inside her and began stroking, fucking inside her with dominant, powerful thrusts.

“Come for me,” he said roughly, his black eyes blazing with lust now.

Marty shuddered, her hips trying to move with the plunging force of his fingers as she felt her body flying closer to orgasm.

“Fuck my fingers back, baby.” He was powerful now, demanding. “Take it like you’ll take my cock. All of it, Marty. Give it to me, baby.” His fingers reached deep inside her, stroking beneath her clit, sending her exploding with such sudden force that she could do nothing but let it have her.

She felt her juices soaking his fingers, her orgasm ripping through her and spinning her into a velvet sea of sensation.

“Sweet baby.” His fingers eased from her as he knelt to the floor between the seats. “Let’s see if you can come another way. With my tongue fucking that sweet little pussy and my fingers buried up your tight ass. I want you ready, precious. When Shayne leans over you and sinks inside that special little place, I want you ready.”

The image he planted in her mind was too much: bent over, Shayne taking her from behind. She nearly came from the force of the response as she felt Khalid’s lubricated fingers easing into the cleft.

This time, he was slow and easy.

His tongue licked through her folds, circled her clit, and then sucked it gently into his mouth as his fingertip pierced her anus.

“You’re shaking, Marty,” Shayne whispered at her neck, his lips pressing against her flesh. “Does it feel good, baby? I know what he’s tasting. The sweetest pussy I’ve ever laid my lips on.”

Marty jerked in their grip, crying out as Khalid whispered a moan against her clit. Another finger joined the first, pierced her anus, then sank inside the nerve-laden entrance.

“Is your pretty ass tender?” Shayne’s fingers tugged at her nipples. “I felt him riding you, his dick plunging in as I fucked your pretty pussy.”

She shook her head. She couldn’t talk. She arched to Khalid’s mouth, his tongue, the fingers moving inside her, stretching her.

She couldn’t hold on like this. With each retreat Khalid slicked his fingers again, then penetrated again. She could feel her muscles sucking his fingers in, eager for more.

Eager for Shayne’s cock. She wanted more-the burning, agonizing pleasure that sent a razor-sharp edge of ecstasy tearing through her.

Khalid’s tongue plunged inside her pussy as his fingers thrust inside her again. She was going to come. He was licking inside her, fucking her with his tongue, spearing into the tight muscles, and flickering over them with loving, demanding licks.

When it hit, she couldn’t breathe. Her orgasm shook through her, powerful, blinding, as she felt Khalid’s fingers sink deeper inside her ass.

She couldn’t handle it. It was too much. She was whimpering with the ecstasy pouring through her now.

As the waves of painful pleasure eased, her lashes drifted open. Khalid was watching her, stroking his cock, his black eyes demon bright.

“Ride his cock,” he whispered. “Take it up that sweet, tight little ass while I watch. Let me see your face, Marty. I want to watch as you allow him to stretch you, to take you in this way.”

She was, for that moment, more than willing to do anything he asked. Shaky, whimpering with the intensity of the wicked pleasure tearing through her, she let Shayne lift her so he could sheath his erection in a condom. Kneeling above him, she felt his hand wrap around the base of his cock before he brought it in line and tucked it against the too tight entrance Khalid had prepared before drawing her back against his chest.

She watched Khalid’s face. Bracing her back against Shayne’s chest as he held his erection steady, she pressed down on the thick width invading her.

Khalid’s gaze flared. His fingers tightened on his cock as he watched her take the impalement, watched as her tender flesh stretched, burned.

“Khalid!” Her head ground against the chest behind her as she felt the agonizing pleasure blooming through her rear, spreading to her pussy.

“Beautiful,” Khalid groaned. “Take it, precious. Take him inside you. All of it, baby.”

Shayne’s hips arched as his hands gripped her hips, holding her in place. Each shallow thrust took him deeper, spread her farther as she fought to clench on the impalement.

“Khalid, I can’t…”

She couldn’t take any more. She couldn’t bear the sensations.

“You can,” he crooned, as his hands gripped her ankles, drawing them up until her feet rested on Shayne’s knees. Shayne’s cock slipped in farther, spearing inside her with a burning thrust that had her screaming and fighting the hands holding her hips.

She was gasping, shuddering, as waves of intense sensation raked over her nerve endings and filled her senses.

“Fuck, hurry Shayne,” Khalid said, panting. “Let me see you fuck her. I won’t last much longer.”

She was dying with the sensuality, the white-hot lust and burning need wrapping around her.

Shayne did as he was bid. His hands tightened on her hips as he began to fuck her, drawing back then sinking inside her rear with careful, deep strokes that had waves of piercing sensation tearing through her.

“Marty, baby.” Khalid moved closer, a grimace of agony on his face as he tucked his cock against the folds of her pussy, as Shayne stilled. “Sweet baby. Tell me if it’s too much.” He began to stretch her, pushing apart the tender folds and easing into the clenched entrance as Shayne stilled behind her, still filling her ass, stretching her as Khalid began to penetrate an entrance that seemed already filled to overflowing.

Marty reached for him, her hands gripping his shoulders as the broad crest pierced the entrance to her pussy and sent pure, painful ecstasy racing through her.

It didn’t hurt, yet it was agony. She was burning, freezing. With each shift of his hips, each additional inch pushing inside her overly tight vagina, she was clenching harder on him, crying out in an agony that was pure rapture.

She had never imagined this. A pleasure that bordered pain. An agony that was a wash of pure ecstasy. Sandwiched between their hard bodies, pierced by their thick, heavy erections, Marty felt purely female. At their mercy. An integral part of them, and their pleasure.

She had called herself a toy, and she had demeaned what she felt at the moment both men filled her. She felt powerful, and yet submissive. She was their pleasure, just as they were hers. They were entwined, connected through more than just the flesh.

Holding Khalid’s gaze she saw something in his eyes she had never seen before, as he thrust his erection to the hilt inside her. Here he was at peace. Here, wrapped in the pleasure she gave him, he was more than just a man. He was her man. And for these moments, she knew she held him body and soul.

“So tight.” His lips lowering to hers as she fought to adjust to the heavy presence of the two cocks penetrating her. “Sweet Marty. So tight, it’s agony.”

Yet he was moving. Slowly. They were both moving inside her. Each thrust in, out, pushing in deep, then pulling back, drove her higher, sent her flying further into the dark, sensual depths of this adventure she realized she had nearly missed.

Her body was hypersensitive, each thrust shafting inside her had her gasping, crying. Her nails dug into Khalid’s shoulders, her head ground against Shayne’s chest.

“Marty.” Khalid’s voice was ragged, desperate. “God, baby. I can’t hold on.”

Leaning back, his head also fell back as his hips began to move harder, faster. They moved in time, retreat and thrust, fucking into her and pulling back, their thrusts increasing, speeding up until she was screaming, trying to scream, gasping for air, and then exploding in such sensory overload that she wondered if she would survive it.

Shayne was coming. She felt him tightening, heard his groan behind her and the powerful throb of his cock up her ass. A second later her eyes flared open, her gaze locking with Khalid’s as he spurted his release inside her.

This wasn’t the first time. With the first fiery blast of his seed inside, her pussy tightened around him further and her body shook in another orgasm that left her spinning out of control. Each heavy throb of his cock sent another pulsing wave of heated warmth inside her and another explosion of intensity.

She couldn’t survive this much pleasure, she thought. She couldn’t survive if she lost this pleasure, and that thought sent a wave of fear rushing through her.

Khalid’s pleasure affected her own. His need, his hunger, his very touch and the knowledge of his desires fueled her own fantasies.

That made her weak. It made her want to give; it made her hungry for more. And she was terrified that Khalid had nothing more to give than this. His body, his desires, his hunger, and more pleasure than she had ever imagined could exist.

What would she do if she ever lost that?

Holding on to him now as he lifted her from Shayne and eased her into his lap as he sat on the opposite seat, Marty tried to tell herself she would be okay when it was over. All things come to an end, she reminded herself. At least for her.

“Come here, precious.” His voice was a velvet croon as he lifted her chin and touched her lips with his. The kiss was gentle, easing. It sent an easy feeling of warmth through her soul and almost settled the painful thoughts filling her head.

“You make me breathless,” he whispered against her lips. “You steal my control when no other has ever managed to do so.”

Her lashes lifted to stare into his sexually sated expression. Nothing had ever been so damned sexy as Khalid sexually sated.

“What the hell am I going to do about you?” she whispered then, her hand lifting to stroke his rough jaw as a small smile tugged at his sexy lips.

“Take me often?” he suggested. “Keep me lazy and sated, and I will follow behind you like a puppy begging for a touch from your silken hand.”

She almost snorted at the words.
Yeah
, she could see Khalid trailing behind her like a little lapdog.
Not.

“Now, are you hiding a shower in here?” She sighed, desperate to keep from sinking into the emotional trap awaiting her.

“No shower.” He kissed her lips quickly. “Trust me, though, sweetie, I know how to clean that sweet, pretty body of yours.”

She hoped he did, because she was slick, wet, and definitely in need of a shower. Even more, she was in need of a sense of balance. Some way to place a guard between her heart and this man who she could feel stealing it, touch by touch.

If she wasn’t very, very careful, she was going to end up with a broken heart and a very lonely life.

Anger Thornton’s guest list made up the who’s who of politics and power in D.C. and Alexandria. He didn’t stint on the wine, champagne, and buffet. It was the best of everything, and everything was perfect.

The band was subtle and excellent, the music wafting through the air with a gentle presence. The place was filled with the clink of glasses, the murmur of conversation, as well as an air of privilege and refined arrogance-rather like Anger himself.

At six-four, broadly muscular, with piercing blue eyes, and thick black hair, Anger was a man who most others knew to watch out for. He was rough-hewn; no one could call him handsome. He was more striking, and completely domineering, than “handsome” could ever describe.

The Thornton family had been one of the social elite in the area since the inception of the colonies. They had thrived, risen, cemented their hold and held on to it with steel-reinforced claws. Anger continued the tradition, as well as the tradition of making money in an import-export business that had been in operation nearly since the family had stepped foot in the colonies.

The three-story mansion Anger resided in boasted two large connecting ballrooms. That night, guests milled in both rooms, as well as in the large outer rooms and well-lit gardens. It was a ball that most of the female guests planned for a year in advance. The right dress, the right shoes, and, of course, the perfect escort if they weren’t married or that option were available.

For Thornton, it was the business event of the year. He’d managed to acquire many a government contract over the years because of the excellence of this one party.

Entering the main ballroom, Marty had to hold back a smile of mocking amusement as heads turned, the arrival was noted, and varied looks touched many of the faces. Marty wasn’t a regular to the parties that kept the social matrons buzzing through the years. Tonight, dressed in a gown that Khalid had managed to procure at the last moment, Marty knew that she was easily competing with even the most expensively dressed women there. Somehow he’d managed to acquire an original by one of the most exclusive dressmakers in the world.

Never underestimate a determined man
, she thought. The royal blue silk-and-taffeta concoction bared the upper curves of her breasts, lifted and cupped the rounded globes before tightening beneath them and shaping her hips. From there it fell to the floor in a glorious array of material and stiffened petticoats. Sapphires glittered at her ears and throat, while her long dark blond hair had been upswept into a loose, graceful style that complimented her neck and shoulders.