Hot in the City 2: Sin City (15 page)

When the head slipped in, she screamed out in what she was certain sounded like pain, but was definitely pleasure. “Good,” she added breathlessly, so that the two suddenly tense forms would know Carter wasn’t hurting her, but instead taking her to yet another whole new sexual place.

His thrusts were slow, gentle, in the same easy, tentative rhythm she’d assumed with Marc since this exploration of her ass had begun. Each soft drive inward took him a little deeper, until she could feel that second hole filled up with him, filled nearly to bursting, and yet, it was so good, so incredible, that she never wanted it to end.

A part of her thought it seemed unnatural to have a cock in that part of her body, yet perhaps that was exactly why it felt so delicious. Her whole being felt stretched to its limits, fucked in a more complete way than she’d ever dreamed possible.

She leaned down to whisper in Marc’s ear. “He’s all the way in my ass.”

Marc nibbled her earlobe. “Do you like it, bad girl?”

“I can’t believe I can take you both like this at the same time, but…mmm, God, yes, it’s good.”

Except for small, rolling movements, they’d gone almost still, and for the first time in awhile, Marc thrust a little harder into her. With Carter wedged in tight behind him, she felt Marc’s movement so much more, and she let out a little scream of pleasure.

Carter followed with a thrust of his own—firm, deep, but not forceful. He was clearly trying to make sure he didn’t hurt her, and was doing an excellent job. She moaned at this thrust, as well, so deep in her anus that it produced sensations she’d never before experienced.

They took turns, each man gently driving himself into her, each move eliciting a response from deep inside her. Soon they both fell into a new rhythm, picking up speed, the thrusts coming harder, the pistoning cocks moving farther in and out of her two hot openings. She was screaming throughout, because the alternating thrusts left no fraction of time without the deep plunges that threatened to tear her apart, yet filled her with a pleasure so profound it felt delightfully obscene.

Marc licked and sucked her breasts and Diana lost herself completely in the sensations that were so powerful they left both body and mind overwhelmed. She screamed and cried and let them fuck her deep—pussy, ass, pussy, ass, pussy, ass.

And then it hit hard, a strange, shattering orgasm that had her screeching, crying out, as their thrusts continued to echo through her core and intensify the hard, fast, brutal waves of pleasure/pain that consumed her.

“Aw, God, here I come,” Carter said behind her.

He was packed so tight inside her that she felt the spasms of his cock—another nearly overwhelming sensation that made her cry and beg, saying, “Please, please!” without even understanding what she was begging for.

“I’m coming, too,” Marc yelled on a tremendous groan and he thrust up harder inside her than he had through the whole encounter, and she reveled in the knowledge that he was spilling his come for her.

When Carter pulled out a few seconds later, her ass was left feeling open, gaping. He kissed the back of her shoulder and asked, “You okay?”

She couldn’t speak, but nodded. “Mmm.”

She rose off of Marc and fell back onto the other end of the couch, her body spent and still racked with aftershocks of the intense orgasm.

Within an instant, he was with her again, stretching out beside her, taking her in his arms, and whispering in her ear. “You never did
that
before, either, did you, sweetheart?”

She shook her head.

He kissed her cheek. “Did you like it?”

“Mmm. Oh, yes.” A little of her strength was returning. “I don’t think I could do it every day or anything, but it was…the most intense sexual experience I’ve ever had.”

He smiled, chuckling to himself.

“What?” she asked, forming a small grin of her own.

“Talk about a double dip,” he said. “I had no idea how literally that would turn out.”

* * * * *

Marc didn’t want to take her home that night; he wanted her to stay with him, sleep in his bed. But she insisted, pointing out what a drag it was to wake up in the place your clothes were not, then have to rush back and get ready for work. He’d been in that position before, so he knew what she was talking about, but he was still disappointed.

Even so, Carter had gone home after lying in Marc’s bed with them for a little while, snuggling, drinking wine, listening to music, and it left Marc a little time to enjoy her by himself.

He’d have thought after the last two nights he’d be sated, but the next morning, he woke up with a raging hard-on. Damn, seemed Diana had taken him to The Land of Perpetual Arousal.

By the time he got to work, he could think of nothing but fucking her again. Alone this time. He’d truly enjoyed sharing her with Carter last night, but that possessive streak inside him was beginning to get a little bigger now. Yes, he got off on watching, and sharing, and he loved giving her these new experiences. But he also wanted to give her every possible pleasure
alone
, too. He supposed maybe it was some crazy unconscious attempt to show her he could be all the man she’d ever need.

But on the other hand, maybe that didn’t matter. She’d made her intentions about Bradley clear last night.

He thought she was making a huge mistake, hooking up with a guy who didn’t make her see fireworks, but Diana was such a confident, competent, determined woman that he didn’t think he had a chance in hell of making her change her mind.

He let out a sigh that came out sounding more like a little grumble.
But hey, it’s none of my business if she wants to ruin her life.
If all she wanted from him was sex—well, hell, he loved sex and he loved it with Diana, so that was just fine.

And he’d be sorry when it was over, that was for damn sure, but he’d recover. He’d go to Europe as planned—and if this job came through, he’d be going sooner rather than later. So if, God forbid, he suffered any heartache after she returned to her other life in Baltimore, well, he’d be too busy starting a
new
life to let it bother him very much.

When he walked in the conference room, the last to arrive, Diana was already busy at work—she stood at the head of the table saying to the rest of the guys, “No, we don’t want to tell our customers the stockings ‘are great for sex’, Blaine. They can figure that out on their own, and the pictures certainly speak for themselves. So our copy should be subtle. We want to stress things like ‘cool comfort,’ and ‘at work or at play’. ‘Under your favorite slinky dress at the cocktail party, and for whatever comes next.’
Subtle
suggestions, gentlemen.”

She smiled at Marc as he closed the door, and by the time he’d taken a seat, she was moving on to a discussion about panty styles. She looked stunning in a candy apple red suit with another short skirt. The jacket hugged her curves and the white silk blouse beneath showed just enough shadowy cleavage to remind him how beautiful her breasts were, how she loved to have them sucked and fucked.

The first time the group took a break, he pulled her aside. “Take a ride with me,” he said.

She looked confused. “Huh?”

“Come on.” He grabbed her hand and began to pull her from the room and up the hallway, dropping his grip only when a couple of people from another department appeared in their path. Once in the lobby, he said to Holly, “We’ll be back in a few minutes if anyone asks.”

“All right,” she said as he pushed the button to summon the elevator.

“Where are we going?” Diana asked under her breath.

“Like I said, we’re taking a ride.”

She gave him a curious smile.

When the elevator arrived, it was blessedly empty. The moment the doors closed, he pressed the button for the top floor, twenty stories up, then reached for her, pulling her into a long, hard kiss as his palms closed over her round ass.

“What are we—?”

He cut her off with another plunge of his tongue into her mouth, then answered. “You keep me hard day and night. I’m suffering already. Speaking of which, is your pussy sore again today?”

She shook her head with a small smile. “Doesn’t seem to be. It must be getting acclimated to Sin City.”

“Good,” he said, dropping his fingers from her ass down to her sweet little cunt, rubbing the back of her mound.

She squirmed against his hand with a cute little “Mmm” sound, and lifted her hands to his chest.

“How about your lovely little ass? How does
it
feel?”

She laughed a bit, even as she moved against his caresses. “
That
part of me could probably use a break.”

He grinned. “I thought so. Don’t worry—no more ass play ‘til you’re good and ready for it. Meanwhile, though…”

She tilted her head. “Yes?”

“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he promised, low and hot.

She purred her reply. “I can’t wait.”

“You don’t have to. It’s gonna be right here, right now.”

She raised her eyebrows. “On the elevator?”

He gave a quick, solemn nod before turning her to face the mirrored wall—reaching around to take her hands and plant them on the shiny surface—then opening his zipper. Pushing her red skirt up, he found the elastic at either hip and pulled her panties down onto her thighs. Then he plunged himself into that sweet, warm flesh.

“Oh!” she cried out, looking over her shoulder at him. “Oooh.”

He let out a moan of his own as her lovely cunt took his whole cock, wrapping around it like a velvet sheath and sending waves of pleasure through his chest, thighs.

“What’ll we do…” she murmured, clearly breathless, “…if the elevator stops…before we’re done?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” he said, pounding hard into her wet heat. “I just…had to have you…now.”

As if on cue, the elevator sounded with a ding and slowed to a stop. With adrenaline pumping like wildfire through his veins, Marc quickly withdrew, but knowing he didn’t have time to zip up, he just yanked the hem of Diana’s skirt down, backed into a corner, and pulled her in front of him, to cover his bared shaft.

When the door opened, a group of people in business attire similar to their own stepped on—two men and three women. One of the men pushed the button for a floor almost all the way to the top, which meant they’d be there for a while.

His cock stayed thoroughly erect through the ride, jutting hard into the back of Diana’s red skirt. The thought of her panties being halfway down her thighs as they rode made him even more impatient than before and he shifted slightly, so that his cock lay just over the crack of her ass. She backed up slightly against him, helping them both feel it more. It was all he could do not to push up her skirt and drive it back into her hot pussy right in front of these people.

Glancing down as the floors slowly ticked by, he saw the little vent-like slit in the back of her skirt, and given that the skirt was short anyway…

Reaching down, he grabbed hold of his dick and lowered it, slipping it into the vent. When he let go, it made her skirt rise a little, but their elevator companions were busily chatting about some presentation they were giving and seemed not to notice. When she shifted in front of him, the head of his shaft grazed her inner thighs and made him stifle a groan. And when she backed up a little farther, getting more and more daring, his cock settled right at her pussy, the top ridge of it pressing against her slit. He let out a sigh.

In front of him, Diana moved again, just slightly, subtly lifting her ass toward him. It was all he could do not to tremble—not only from the profound lust they were sharing, but also from the risk they were silently indulging in. Reaching down, he positioned himself for entry, nudging lightly.

She let out a breathy sigh, but covered it by clearing her throat.

The other passengers still seemed oblivious, so he eased into her, just a little. Ah, God, she was slick and warm.

She leaned back, taking him deeper by an inch, maybe two. He wanted to growl his pleasure and the accompanying frustration. Damn slow elevator. But on the other hand, their silent daring added to his excitement.

He pushed farther into her moisture, perhaps another inch.

She let out a small sound, but covered it with a cough—which vibrated throughout his cock, nearly making him come. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe slowly. He counted to ten. He wished like hell he could see the look on her face because he was very glad he had
her
to shield
his
. He probably looked just as lusty as he felt.

Finally, just when Marc thought he was going to explode, the elevator dinged again, came to a stop, and let the group of five out. As the doors slid closed, Diana turned to face him. Her expression looked almost feral as she dropped to her knees and took his massive erection in her mouth.

Wrapping her hand around the base, she sucked on him furiously, giving him a beautifully decadent view of her lips—painted red today to match her suit—wrapped around the big cock jutting from his suit pants.

He pumped into her hungry little mouth until the ding announced that they’d arrived on the top floor, which only housed one quiet office, so hopefully there would be no one there waiting for this particular elevator.