Hungry Eyes (3 page)

She grabbed his shoulders, her nails digging in, her fingers tangling in the hair grazing them, rocking back and forth to feel his immense girth inside her. She moved, grinding, riding her way to her pinnacle.

Reece
held her tightly, shifting on the couch until he had her trapped beneath him. Her legs went up in the air.

“Fuck me,
Reece
. Please. I can’t stand it anymore,” she begged, jerking her hips upward.

He looked down at her darkly, shifting his gaze once towards his friend before thrusting his length inside her tight, wet cunt.

She cried out, greedily taking him all, raising her hips to meet his to make it harder. She liked it rough, and she liked the way his girth hurt her when he stretched her to the limit. Moans enveloped her. She lost track of where she was, who she was, everything but the feel of him pounding into her, forcing her to take him, take all of him. He ground and slipped against her g-spot, driving her hard to orgasm. It caught her suddenly, making her scream uncontrollably as her body coiled in on itself, rising higher--the tension moving through every nerve ending in her body. Her muscles clenched him uncontrollably, taking him to his own climax. He threw his head back, groaning loudly, driving into her one last time as she milked the seed from his body, leaving him thoroughly drained.

He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, sweat making their skin stick together. She weakly stroked his dark hair, her body one big, relieved sigh.

“Mmmm. Was it good for you?” she murmured, feeling weak, limp, and thoroughly satiated.

She felt him smile against her neck. “Yes. I hadn’ planned on Colin seein’ quite so much, though.”

Miranda chuckled softly. “I blame that on you,” she whispered, looking behind her at Colin. He rose shakily.

“I haven’t seen anything like that in a while,” Colin said, looking drained but tense all at once.

Poor man. They’d had all the fun and left him high and dry. Well, it was what he obviously wanted, like it or not.

Reece
rose up on his elbows. “What did you think?” he asked, looking pointedly at the both of them.

“I shouldn’t have had this much fun. My mama didn’t teach me to act like this, and certainly not to enjoy it. Good girls don’t do this sort of thing.”

“Mmmm. But that’s why I like you. You try so hard to be good, but it’s against your true nature,
chère
. You can’t help being bad. You like it too much.”

“I’ll say,” Colin added, his voice rough and tinged with desire.

“I do not,” she said, playfully slapping his cheek and sliding her dress up to cover her chest. She pushed her boob back in her bra, sitting up when he got off her. She was too damned satisfied to be embarrassed about what they’d just done, and for some reason, it had felt right. She’d liked feeling like a wild animal, fucking her man in front of another. She liked it way too much, but she could accept that. He’d awakened desires she hadn’t known she possessed.

“What do we do now?” she asked.

“Anything you want.”
Reece
grinned mischievously at her.

Chapter Three

Miranda discovered she definitely had a thing for teasing. She enjoyed making Colin squirm as she pleasured
Reece
. He wasn’t in town for very long before he had to go again, and she found she kind of missed having that extra spice to their lovemaking. When she’d developed a fondness for exhibition, she didn’t know, but she suspected it was tied into her affinity for voyeurism.

Not that she had much time to dwell on that.
Reece
kept her thoroughly busy with their games, teasing her one night, delivering the next. She never knew what to expect from him, and she constantly marveled at the lengths his mind would go to to ensure they both had a wild time.

It was a few weeks before she discovered Colin had come back and was ready to be tortured again.

Really, she felt bad for teasing him, but it made her feel incredibly sexy to know she could turn on more than one guy at once--especially turn them on having him watch her fuck his best friend.

It bothered her—a little—that she’d begun fantasizing about Colin watching them even if he wasn’t there. It bothered her a little more that she’d begun thinking about doing more than just allowing Colin to watch.

As much as she and
Reece
enjoyed being watched, though, and she knew that Colin enjoyed watching, she’d begun to feel almost uncomfortable about merely teasing him and giving him no relief.

She supposed he had his own fuck buddy who took care of it. He was certainly far too good looking to have a problem with women.

They were having dinner at
Reece
’s place when she decided to slip her feet out of her shoes and rub them on not only
Reece
, but Colin, as well. The men had spent a good bit of the time while she was finishing up the cooking and serving plates talking ‘shop’ between themselves. She hadn’t exactly felt excluded, but she decided once she’d settled across from them that she wasn’t getting nearly as much attention as she wanted.

Besides, she was ready to focus their minds on something more interesting.

Both men studiously ignored her toes on their calves, revealing nothing to her or each other.

“We didn’t get as much as we’d hoped. The ground’s too soggy to get the heavy equipment into the areas,” Colin murmured, sliding a glance at Miranda, who studied her plate, pretending she had no idea why he was looking at her.

The naughty streak made her toes want to curl.

She smiled and moved her foot higher on Colin, feeling wicked for touching him at all. He shifted in his seat, clearing his throat when her toes reached his thighs. His legs parted slightly, letting her between them.

Miranda took another bite of chicken, chewing it slowly as she squirmed her foot upward, nestling her foot against his crotch. She felt his cock harden beneath her toes. Feeling her nipples harden and heat blossom between her own legs, she rubbed him, moving her other foot up on
Reece
and doing the same.

She shouldn’t be so bad, teasing them like this, but she couldn’t help herself.

Reece
shifted in his chair, pushing hard against her foot, giving her a look that said volumes across the table. “I need to talk to Miranda alone for a few minutes.”

He stood, not bothering to hide the bulge in his pants, walking around the table to grab her hand and pull her along behind him. He led her to his bedroom, pushing her down on the bed.

She giggled, crawling away from him, feeling playfully naughty.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he said on a growl, stripping off his shirt and pants to reveal his towering erection.

“Nowhere. What do you think you’re doing? We have a guest.” She grinned, backing up, feigning innocence.

“He can wait. And if he knows what’s good for him, he might come and watch.”

She laughed, squirming as he came down on top of her, nuzzling her neck, pulling her shirt aside to cup her breasts.

“No bra tonight. Mmmm. I thought I’d seen your nipples harden when you touched me under the table.”

She writhed beneath him, enjoying his rough hands on her skin. “That’s not all I was doing.”

“Oh?” His lips brushed over her nipple, teasing, making her shiver with anticipation.

“I got Colin riled up, too.”

“Naughty,
chère
. Teasin’ my friend. You need to be taught a lesson.” He covered her nipple with his mouth, suckling her, drawing her nipple into a tight bud.

She clutched his head, running her fingers through his hair. “Ohhhh. I can’t help myself. I learned it from you.”

He withdrew, nibbling a path down her belly, pulling her skirt down. “I’ve never played footsies with another man. You didn’ get that from me.” His breath played hotly on the sensitive skin just above her panties. “That’s all you.”

She sighed, moving her hips in invitation. “If you say so.” She gasped when he gripped her panties and ripped them down her legs, splaying her thighs wide to expose the tender pink lips.

“Put your mouth on my clit,” she begged, feeling the cream gathering in her sex.

His hot breath fanned over her exposed cleft, making her feel breathless. Her heartbeat quickened, her thighs spread. She jerked, moaning when she felt the first probe of his hot, wet tongue sliding up her slit. He flicked across her clit, teasing her mercilessly, nibbling, flicking, never quite letting her have what she really wanted. She moved her hips, trying to capture him, grasping at his head to make him behave.

His mouth vibrated against her when he chuckled and finally sucked her aching clit into his mouth. Groaning, she thought she’d die when his fingers slipped inside, curling up to rub the rigid flesh of her g-spot deep inside. He pressed on it, making her jerk in reaction.

“Oh god, yes,
Reece
. Like that.”

He rubbed his tongue on her swollen bud, keeping pressure on it, his free hand pushing her belly flat on the bed--controlling her movements. She whimpered, her thighs tight around his head, wanting to fuck his face--needing to fuck his face uncontrollably.

“Stop it. I need you--now!”

He sat up and rolled off her,
lying
on his back. She climbed atop him, rubbing her naked body over his, enjoying the contrast of his muscled, hairy skin against her own smooth flesh. She kissed his neck and chest, slipping her moistness against his hard cock. It pressed against her mound, needing entrance, but she kept him free of her, enjoying the torment just a little bit longer.

The door whined softly as it opened behind them. She knew Colin had come inside to watch them. Her back tingled with awareness, shivers racing down her spine.

She rubbed against
Reece
, raising up on her knees and spreading her lips wide, allowing him to press his cock head against her opening.

The bed dipped as a new weight was added to it. She barely registered the movement, intent on impaling herself on
Reece
’s rod.

Warm hands closed on her shoulders, startling her. She gasped softly, stiffening when she felt a mouth on the cord of her neck where it met her shoulders. His mouth felt good--right there.

She knew who it was--Colin. He could only take so much teasing.

A storm of desire assailed her, rioting in her senses. It was one thing to have someone watch in the room with you--something else entirely to have them touch you while fucking.

Reece
jerked upward, thrusting his cock deep inside her. She threw her head back, cradled against Colin’s hard chest. Colin’s hands wrapped around her, cupping her breasts, massaging them and playing with her tight nipples.

Cream gushed from her sex, dribbling down
Reece
’s balls, making her slippery and hornier.

“You want to fuck my friend,”
Reece
said on a groan, closing his eyes tightly.

She felt Colin’s cock nudge the cleft of her buttocks, insistently pressing against her rear. A mixture of fear and desire set off a storm inside of her. “I … I do. I don’t.”

“You want it,” Colin growled against her ear, biting her neck and rubbing her own juices against her anus.

Desire won out. She nodded dizzily, holding still on
Reece
’s cock, afraid of what was going to happen but dying to know what it would feel like. She felt like she’d been caught up in some erotic dream. This couldn’t be real….

His cock--slimmer than
Reece
’s but no less impressive--bumped her hole, pushing in with intent. She felt her hole stretch painfully. He slowed, withdrawing some, and she felt more lube swirl around her before he moved again. He wanted inside her, and he wasn’t stopping.

She arched her back, crying out as he moved past the inner circle of muscle, deep inside.

She was stuffed--double stuffed and unable to move. Colin grabbed her hips, controlling her, controlling them all with his movements. He was on top of them, crouched with his legs on either side of her.

The ultimate domination sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. Her core twitched, fuller than it should ever be. Miranda bit off a moan, leaning forward over
Reece
so he could suck her nipples.

Colin pushed forward, slowly at first, working a rhythm that
Reece
matched, alternating and joining like a well oiled machine, their piston-like movements driving her crazy.

“I’ve wanted this so long,” Colin breathed against her ear, squeezing her hips, his breath warm and soft on her neck.

Miranda’s heart seemed to skip several beats and then drummed frantically in overtime to catch up. Her flesh pebbled all over. “Me too. Oh, god help me. Me too,” she said on a breathy sigh, loving the feel of two men crowded around her, enveloping her in their heat and scent.

Her juices flowed, easing their passage, working her up into a ball of frenzied nerves. She felt her muscles clenching as the first orgasm wormed through her core. Sensation jerked inside her.

Colin groaned as she gripped him,
Reece
matching his deep husky voice. She dug her fingers into
Reece
’s hard biceps, hanging on as they pumped harder, driving her to another orgasm, and another. Her heart tried to beat out of her chest. Her lungs burned with her panting breath. She felt sweat crawl down her chest and spine to where flesh met hot, sticky flesh.

A scream tore from her throat as the waves crashed over her. Scorching liquid shot deep. Her cunt lapped it up, milking and suckling like a second, hungry mouth. The waves of climax gripped her hard, claiming her in a riot of sensation that left her weak and exhausted--drained of all energy.

Colin pulled out, falling to the side of the bed. Miranda collapsed on top of
Reece
, unable to hold herself up any longer. He rolled, nestling her between their two heavy, panting bodies.

She smiled, satiated more than she ever imagined possible, drifting lazily in and out of consciousness.

A hand touched her leg, another her chest. She didn’t know whos
e
was whos
e
and didn’t much care at this point.

“We’ve been wanting this a long time--someone we could share between us,”
Reece
murmured, nuzzling her temple, kissing her hairline.

Colin, behind her, smelled her hair, his fingers lazily playing in her locks.

“So I’m the filling of a manwich?” She sighed, stretching and feeling muscles that hadn’t hurt before ache. “Ow. I don’t know if I can handle two men. I’m not sure I’m enough woman. I never thought something like this could happen to me.”

“Oh, you’re more than enough,
chère
. And there’s a lot more where that came from,”
Reece
said with a crooked smile, closing in for a blistering kiss that left her breathless.

“Whew,” she said when he pulled back. She rolled slightly, looking at Colin. His eyes were half-shut, lazy with passion. “What do you think?”

“I’m thinking I’m ready to get started again.”

“Oh god. What have I gotten myself into?” she said on a chuckle when his cock moved against her buttocks. “Y’all’re gonna be the death of me.”