Illicit Passions (Den of Sin) (3 page)

Paige screamed when she felt him tip a nerve deep inside her that she'd never known was there. He began thrusting inside of her with slow and sure movements. Only after her juices coated him completely did he quicken his thrusts. He beat into her pussy hard, pounding her back into the bed.

He buried his face against her neck and panted. "Is it good, Paige?"

"Dammit, Corey...it's great."

"Your pussy is amazing," he whispered. "I want to fuck you a hundred different ways."

"Please, yes..."

He pulled out of her and she gasped.

"Turn around and put your pretty ass in the air."

There was no need to tell her twice. She did as directed and pushed her pussy back toward his cock. A stinging lash flamed across her ass, sending a jolt of warm liquid from her pussy. It took her seconds to realize that he had smacked her ass.

"Good Heaven and Hell, you look so good like this." He rubbed her ass where he'd smacked it.

"Fuck me now," she urged.

Corey slammed easily into her soaking wet pussy and began to pump with utmost vigor. Meaty balls slapped against her clit sending her body into a series of climaxes.

Paige couldn't get enough of him and she pushed her ass back, taking his generous length deep into her needy center.

"Paige," he growled, grabbing her at the hips and thrusting hard.

She came again, a rush of liquid coating his cock and causing hot fireworks to consume her core. She grabbed at the sheets, desperately trying to hold herself up to accept his cock as Corey plundered her from behind.

His testicles met her clit thrust for thrust as he pounded her, increasing the length of her orgasm. He shuddered against her and time seemed to stop as he reached his climax.

Paige's legs and knees gave out and she collapsed on the bed and he soon followed her. For the next few minutes they listened to each other's frenzied breathing.

"Wow," he panted. "Just wow. And you said you were boring. Yeah right. You just blowed my mind."

She giggled. "I blowed more than just your mind."

He joined her in laughter.

T
he gold room
had its own bar, which was most fitting for the occasion. The Bacchanal—the occasion was an excuse to indulge in drunken revelry, exciting sexual experimentation, music, and fun. Sex, food, and rock and roll. Tonight the glass shelves behind the bar were filled with bottles of wine. White and red. Chardonnay, Moscato, Riesling...all types and flavors. Everything, even the wine, was all-inclusive, and there were an abundance of guests already satisfying their palates.

Paige was on her second glass of wine as she coupled with Corey in the darkened corner of the room. Everyone in the room was either already engaged in a sex act or on the verge of. Just in her line of sight, there was a trio on a couch made with gold velvet. The man was lying flat on his back. One woman rode his cock while the other rode his tongue. From the looks on the woman's facing, they seemed to be having the time of their lives, oblivious and with not a care as to anyone else in the room.

Corey's cock hardened against her center. "From what I was told about the place, this is the norm," he whispered into her ear. "Arousing, isn't it?"

Paige was seated on his lap, in a skintight dress and no panties at Corey's request.

"Have you ever done something like that?" she asked, resting her back against his chest.

His soft lips graced the delicate side of her neck. "If you mean pleasing two women at once, yes, Paige...I have."

"Did you like it?"

"Fuck yeah. I have a weakness for the opposite sex."

"I see," she mumbled, biting at her bottom lip as her gaze drifted to the trio once more.

"But to tell you the absolute truth, I'd much rather have one woman as the center of my world." His lips nipped the soft cartilage of her ear and he traced the outer edge with his tongue.

Her pussy creamed as she recalled the way he used his mouth to bring her to orgasm on the balcony. But even after a cold shower, she was still ready for more.

Corey and the Bacchanal event brought out the vixen in her.

Before long, they were getting hot and heavy on the small black velvet loveseat with gold trim to match the theme of the room. Paige's skirt became bunched around her thighs. She ground her bare pussy against the front of his trousers, rocking her pelvis and ass back and forth over him.

In the middle of their private tryst, a shadow loomed over Paige and she glanced up. A tall, blond-haired male stood in front of them holding a glass of wine. He was exceptionally good looking. His hair was well groomed and although he was dressed like everyone else in casual shirts and slacks, he wore his clothes immaculately. He was devoid of any hair on the face. This was a man that would stand out from any crowd.

The blond guy cleared his throat. "I've been enjoying your show from afar and wanted to introduce myself."

Corey had become still as they observed this new stranger.

"I'm Michael," the guy offered. "This is my fourth formal event and the Gold room is my room of choice." He held out a hand.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Corey. This is my first time here and Paige is my match."

Michael and Corey shook hands.

"And I'm Paige." As she exchanged handshakes with Michael, she noted the softness to his skin, which was a moderate contrast to the roughness of Corey's.

Michael set his wine glass down on a small round table to the right of them. "May I join you two?"

Paige's chest tightened in anticipation of his request—a request that promised the fantasy she'd been longing for. She gave Michael another once over and noted the bulging package behind his fly. She bit into the corner of her lip as she imagined two cocks pleasing her.

"Paige?" Corey whispered against her neck. "It's up to you. What's your answer?"

"Yes."

There was no hesitation as Michael shed his shirt and tossed it on the chair, revealing a chest just as smooth and bare as his face. He bent to his knees and kissed her gently on the mouth. It was no lingering kiss as Corey had delivered, but it was a kiss showing his affectionate side and appreciation of her acceptance.

While kissing the top of her thighs, Michael hooked his palm around the back of her knees and pulled her forward. Corey spread her legs wide for Michael's perusal. And peruse Michael did—with his gaze and his fingers. He slid his fingertips against her pussy lips until they were glistening with her wet arousal.

"More..." Her command escaped her lips on a whisper.

Michael slid a thick finger into her and she moaned through her clenched teeth. Her moisture coated him making it easy for him glide easily in and out of her. Corey kissed the back of her neck and shoulders while gripping her hips. His erection prodded against her pussy.

"Are you loving this, Paige?" Corey asked.

"Yes," she whimpered, her gaze meeting Michael's amber stare.

"Her pussy is tight and hot. She grips my finger like a vice," Michael said, in his low deep voice.

Corey slid his hand across her belly, down her abdomen, and played with her clit. Her hips jerked, and she nearly came as one man finger-fucked her while the other flicked her bud of desire with precise strokes.

"Do you like our fingers on your pussy at the same time?"

She nodded, unable to make any words as strong sensation after sensation took her body. Corey used his free hand to pull down her top, exposed her bare breasts, and rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. A carnal sensation started deep within her and spread across her body.

Michael moved in closer, fingers still deep in her canal, and took her other nipple into his mouth. He sucked hungrily with the same fervor with which he finger fucked her pussy. The men took turns pleasing each nipple while diligently pleasing her pussy with their digits.

"Oh," she cried out as her climax began to build inside of her.

Michael added a second finger and pounded her pussy hard. His hand was wet with her juices. Her nipples were taut with the pain of pending release.

Her eyelids fluttered closed, and she drowned out the music and everything around her and finally her muscles relaxed and release came. Her orgasm shuddered through her like a freight train reaching full speed.

Corey slid from under her, rose from the chair, and undid his fly. His pants instantly fell to his ankles revealing a thick erection, bigger than she'd remembered it the first time. Corey then climbed on the sofa and kneeled right next to her. "I want to feel those pretty lips on my dick," he said.

Paige licked her lips, eager to please him and indulge his request. She took him in her palm, stroking and coaxing him to full length before taking him into her mouth.

Michael took full advantage, hooked his hands around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the seat. He devoured her pussy, lapping at her freshly spilled essence. The back of her head hit the sofa with each thrust of Corey's cock into her mouth.

Paige came again in an instant but only this time she couldn't cry out. A big cock thrusting without hesitation between her lips subdued her moans. Her body trembled on the chair and she brought her hips up, pushing more of her pussy at Michael's face.

Corey's hot semen shot into her throat and she nearly strangled on it. Corey groaned like an animal when he came, holding the back of her neck to accept his semen.

By that time, Paige was ready to be plundered where it mattered most. When she glimpsed Michael pulling a condom over his cock, she willingly spread her legs wide. She observed as Michael and Corey exchanged a glance, in which Corey nodded in approval.

There were no further nice introductions as Michael mounted her and shoved himself to the hilt inside of her. As Paige was being fucked, Corey stimulated her breasts, kissing and sucking them. She groped Corey's generous sac, taunting him near erection once again. In all her twenty-eight years, she had never experienced something so wild and unabashed.

"Damn," Michael groaned as he reached his climax.

Paige had nearly reached release again when Michael pulled out to drop his used condom in a small wastebasket nearby.

"You ready for deep ass penetration, Paige," Corey asked, grabbing a tube of lube and squeezing some onto his rod.

"Only if you promise to make it worth my while," she teased. In reality, she was a little nervous. No, she was very nervous but her carnal curiosity took over this time. Corey wasn't small at all by her inexperienced measures and she could only imagine how thick he would feel inside her forbidden passage.

"Turn around. Bend over with your hands and knees on the sofa."

Paige did as he said, climbing on the chair and positioning herself doggy style. She looked back to find the men staring at her from behind. Michael slid his fingers up and down her slit while Corey kneaded her ass. Surprisingly, Corey's lube covered thumb slid easily into her tight anus. He rubbed and teased her until two fingers fit snugly inside.

"Your pussy is sweet, beauty," Michael said, licking her juices from his fingers. "How would you like it if I sucked your pussy while your friend fucks you?"

Her belly rolled in instant lust at the same time her pussy clenched. "I would like it a lot."

Corey's cock replaced his fingers at her anus. "You understand my limits?" he asked. "If you touch my dick or my balls, I'll choke you," he warned Michael.

"Ditto," Michael said, before sliding between the sofa and her body.

Paige nearly came as Michael's tongue roved over her pussy. She barely noticed as Corey pushed into her inch by inch. He pushed deeper inside as Michael tugged on her clit.

She screamed when Corey buried himself to the hilt inside of her virgin ass. Her eyes glazed over, but she was still able to process the scene in front of her. All around her, trios or more were engaged in illicit sex acts. The visual stimulated her from head to toe as she indulged in her own two-male fantasy.

The men fought for control over her. Corey gripped her hips and tugged backwards as he pounded into her tender passage. Michael pulled downward with one hand as he fought to impale her pussy with his persistent tongue. His other hand was occupied as he stroked himself to completion, his semen coating his fingers.

A tumultuous earthquake took her body and never let go. One climax blossomed deep inside her while another orgasm burned through her. Corey joined her in climax, filling her completely with the heat of his desire.

"
S
o you love to read
? Tell me what your favorite type of book is?" Corey asked, fluffing up the plush white pillows behind him.

"Romantic suspense." Paige tightened the belt around her bathrobe some more and then retrieved her wine glass from the nightstand. It was the first time she'd ever had wine for breakfast.

"Romance, huh? Boy meets girl…insta-love occurs and then they live happily ever after."

She giggled. "No silly. There's more to romance books than that. There's no such thing as instant love anyway."

He turned to assess her. "You think so?"

Paige shrugged. "Just doesn't make sense to me that you can love someone instantly."

"Have you ever been in love?"

"No. You?"

"I'm not sure. I've failed miserably at relationships in the past. I'm not good with managing time. I work too hard. I'm too country and old fashioned. I'm not romantic enough."

She brought her knees up closer to her chest, resting her back against the headboard.

"You don't seem old fashioned to me. What we did in that room last night certainly wasn’t old fashioned."

"And it certainly wasn't boring either."

"Yeah, but these days, boring is the type of man that I seem to attract. Who wants to date a bookworm librarian who's too afraid to tell a man what she wants in bed?"

Corey raised an eyebrow. "You're excusing the fact that a little while ago you just demanded and got what you wanted."

"True, but did you not want that too?"

"I did because I wanted you to be happy, but you made my night the moment we kissed."

Paige blushed and butterflies danced in her belly. "Well, that's romantic."

"I try." Corey sighed.

"Who broke your heart?" It was too late to take back her question.

"I proposed to my high school sweetheart days before our graduation. I was young and a little hesitant about going off to college and leaving all that was near and dear to me behind. I thought a marriage proposal could keep a girl back then."

"You've been married."

He shook his head. "Her reply was no. I wasn't rich enough for her. By rich, I mean old money rich. I was on top of the world for two years while I dated the richest girl in our school only to be dumped by her because of my social status. I was good enough to take her virginity, but I wasn't good enough to be a husband."

"That's unfortunate," Paige said.

"It was. It was very unfortunate when we ended up at the same Ivy League school. I boned her a few times after that, but realized I was foolish and she probably did me a favor by saying no. Anyway, she ended up becoming a mistress to her chemistry professor. There was this big scandal on campus about it. The wife found out, drove up, and caused a scene."

"Wow. Is this when you were promiscuous and all that?" she asked.

Corey chuckled. "I was an idiot, but you're only young once."

"Well, I don't have a story like that to tell you."

"Come on…no crazy past lovers or anything?"

"Not a one. I was in a sorority and played volleyball most of the college years, but I was nowhere near as sexual as my sorority sisters. I still keep in touch with a few, especially Janelle, the one who told me about this place."

"Good thing she did." There was a long moment of pause before he spoke again. "So what's the verdict?"

She cocked her head to one side. "What do you mean?"

"Which is better? One man…or two?"

She grinned. "You should know the answer to that question, Corey. I'm sitting in bed right now with one man and one man only."

"Just checking. You can be truthful with me though. If you want two cocks—"

Paige shifted on the bed and placed a single finger gently over his lips to stop his speech. "I want your cock, Corey. Only yours."

Corey caught her off guard covering her body with his, crushing his lips to hers. She slid her palms against his chest and slid his bathrobe off his shoulders. The kiss deepened and soon they were skin to skin in the middle of the bed.

He loved her nipples the same way he loved her lips. They tightened into solid buds and he licked and sucked them until she was writhing under him.

"I can't get enough of you," Corey declared.

"Me either. I want more of you," she replied.

He ventured downward, loving her belly, navel, and hips. Soft cries escaped her when he zoned in on her nether lips. She was still sore from hours early, but his tongue brushed her clit with utmost care. By the time he dipped two fingers into her heat, she was already soaking wet.

"Please take me."

"Hot Heaven and Hell, you're sexy," he rasped against her thighs.

Corey rose upward, his cockhead tracing a blazing path against her skin. He felt rock hard and heavy when his cock rested on her mound.

He kissed her again and the heady taste of her arousal sparked immediate need within her. She lifted her thighs and wrapped her legs around him. He plunged into her pussy at the same moment his tongue plunged between her lips.

His thrusts were hard and fast as they were before, but his drives were deep and tender. He held her gaze with the same heat and intensity in which he held her possessively to his chest. She reached climax, feeling as if her body were coming apart…for him.

"In answer to you question…" he kissed her lips tenderly "…you're beautiful. I'm the man who'd want to date a bookworm librarian just like you. I want you."

"Corey…"

His body trembled over hers. "…when you say my name…shit…"

Her pussy milked him as he came and apparently it drove him even wilder as her own name escaped his lips.

Corey was addicting. What would she do when the Bacchanal event was over and it was time for both of them to say their goodbyes and go home?

Goodbyes weren't something Paige wanted to think about right now. It was just too soon.

What she did not want to forget when she left this place was the warm body and playful grin of the man who pleased her beyond all her expectations.