Overheard (6 page)

His body was beautiful. There was no other way to describe it. Tight, well muscled, the dips and contours were meant for exploring. She couldn’t wait.

As he pulled his jeans off, his semi-erect cock flashed in her view. She ached to reach out and touch it. She wanted to fondle it and stroke it, watch it spring to life under her attention.

He was built for a woman’s pleasure. There wasn’t a woman alive who wouldn’t want a cock this size and wouldn’t die of pleasure in the process.

“Do you like what you see?” Luke asked as he stood before her.

She licked her lips. “I want to taste you,” she said.

Luke groaned. “Damn, Gracie, you make me crazy.”

He got back onto the bed and settled over her body. He lowered his mouth to hers, nipping and sucking at her bottom lip. His lips traveled down the line of her jaw to her neck and then around to her chest.

“I’ve been dying to taste your nipples,” he said hoarsely as he closed his mouth around one.

She arched into him, moaning at the sweet pleasure that streaked from her breasts to her abdomen.

He caught the ring between his teeth and tugged gently. He swirled his tongue around the stiff peak before capturing it between his teeth and nibbling delicately at it.

She worked her hands into his hair and held tightly to him as he sucked at her nipples. He feasted on the sensitive buds, licking, sucking, and biting.

Finally he kissed his way to her belly. He ran his tongue around her navel, leaving a wet trail as he moved lower.

He tugged her legs apart as he moved his body down the bed. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation. He gently parted the slick folds with his fingers then bent his head to lick her clitoris.

Her body jerked in reaction, and she sighed in absolute pleasure. His fingers worked lower, sliding into her opening as he nibbled and licked at the quivering bud.

She closed her eyes and surrendered herself completely to what he gave her. Already she could feel her nerve endings tightening, the familiar rise to something wonderful.

He spread her legs wider and moved off the bed long enough to slip on another condom. Then he slid up her body, settling between her legs.

He played with her nipple rings as his cock nudged at her pussy entrance. He bent and nipped sharply at the quivering peak just as he thrust into her.

As his hips bucked forward, he gathered her in his arms, holding her tightly as he slid into her. His lips moved hotly over her neck and to her mouth, capturing her in a breathless kiss.

He moved powerfully between her legs, stroking to her deepest regions. He felt so big. He stretched her, the friction caused by each thrust making her mindless. She grabbed at his shoulders, sinking her nails deep.

His hands slid down her body until he grasped her buttocks. He squeezed and kneaded as he cupped her against his body. He spread her wider, diving impossibly deep into her. Then he trailed one hand between them, finding her clit and pinching it between his fingers.

She bolted upward, straining against him as he stroked the quivering flesh. He thrust again and again until she panted beneath him.

Her orgasm built to impossible heights and still she hung there, creeping ever closer but not tumbling over the edge. She clamped her teeth together and squeezed her eyes shut as the pressure became nearly unbearable.

He began rocking into her, faster, his thrusts harder. He set an impossible pace and demanded her body keep up.

“Oh God, oh God,” she chanted as she felt her body began to splinter apart.

She let out a long wail as he slammed into her again. Around her the room blurred and she felt a thousand strings break in her pussy.

He moved frantically against her, his orgasm racing over him as she found her own. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he arched into her one last time.

She went limp a second before he collapsed over her. It took all her energy but she wrapped her arms around him and held him close as he fought to catch his breath.

“Are you all right?” he rasped in her ear.

“Mmmm hmmm.” It was all she could manage.

He rolled to the side and discarded the condom before rolling back over to pull her against him.

“Rest, sweetheart. I’ll get up and fix us something to eat in a little while.”

She curled into him, feeling ridiculously content. He stroked her hair as her eyes fluttered and closed.

“Time to eat,” he murmured.

She stretched and slid out of bed. Luke caught her against him and stroked his hands over her naked skin.

“You better get dressed or I’ll never eat,” he said.

She grinned and reached for her shirt.

As she followed him into the kitchen, she sniffed appreciatively. Then she saw what he’d cooked.

“Oh my God, you made barbeque chicken!”

He smiled and gestured for her to sit down.

She took her seat, and Luke took the chair across the table from her. She dug in with her fork, uttering a contented sigh when the chicken hit her tongue.

“Are you okay with things so far?” he asked.

She paused, setting her fork down on her plate. “Yeah, and you?”

“I just had the best sex of my life. I’d say that qualifies as okay,” he said dryly.

Familiar heat flooded her cheeks.

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, you’re not going to be able to finish eating,” he warned.

She ducked her head but smiled at the desire in his voice.

When they finished eating, Gracie started toward the sink to put her plate up, but Luke intercepted her.

“You go wait for me in the bedroom. I want you on your knees on the rug. Naked. Hands behind your back.”

She swallowed nervously even as a thrill shot down her spine. She nodded and handed the plate to Luke. Her legs shook as she walked toward the bedroom.

She only paused a moment before shedding her shirt. Then she walked over to the plush rug that covered the floor in front of the bed and sank to her knees.

Rising up slightly, she put her hands behind her so they were clasped in the small of her back. Streaks of need pulsated and radiated from her pussy into her abdomen as she imagined what Luke would do when he came in.

She didn’t have to wait long. He strode into the room, naked. He stopped when he saw her, his eyes darkening with approval and lust. His cock sprang to attention, and Gracie enjoyed a moment of triumph that she affected him so.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” he asked.

He stopped in front of her and reached out to thrust his hand into her hair. He palmed the back of her head, cradling it as he directed his cock at her mouth.

“Take me deep,” he commanded.

She opened her mouth, and he thrust to the back of her throat. He rocked his hips back and forth as she swallowed and sucked at him. He gripped her head, holding her tightly against him.

He pumped into her mouth for several seconds before finally easing from her lips. He reached down and pulled her up to stand in front of him.

He fiddled with her nipple rings, pulling them until her nipples stretched in front of her. “I love these,” he said. “They’re sexy. Like you.”

She twisted, jittery and needy as he plucked at her nipples. She was hot and restless, ready to see what he had in store for her next.

His fingers trailed down her body, over her belly and lower to her pussy. He dipped a finger between her legs, sliding into her wetness. Her knees shook and threatened to buckle.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered. “Belly down, legs apart.”

She did as he directed, crawling onto the mattress and lying down until her cheek met with the comforter. She spread her legs and stretched her arms above her head.

He crawled between her legs, pressing his chest against her back. He nudged her thighs farther apart with his knee then positioned his cock at her pussy opening.

He surged forward, pressing her further into the bed. His body covered her and his hips dug into her ass as he plunged deeper.

He reached above her, holding her wrists with his hands. She was unable to move as he thrust between her legs. Finally he let her arms go and dropped his hands down to her ass. He squeezed and massaged, pushing upward to gain better access to her pussy.

Then he began thrusting in earnest, increasing his pace until the force pushed her up the bed. He bent down and nipped sharply at her neck until goose bumps dotted her back.

The throbbing between her legs bloomed and spread outward, radiating to every sensitive region of her body. She loved this dominant side of him, loved that he never once stopped to ask her what she wanted or if what he was doing was okay.

She panted as he rocked against her. She was so close and yet she couldn’t get there. Her orgasm built and built until it was painful in its intensity.

He grasped her hips with both hands, pushed up so her body angled to give him better entry, and he plunged home. She let out a wail as her orgasm cracked and burst around her. It hurt, it pulsed, it was the most exquisite form of torture she’d ever endured.

And it went on and on.

He collapsed forward, coming to rest at the deepest point in her pussy. His chest pressed into her back, and his body melded to hers. A perfect fit.

She arched her ass into his pelvis, not wanting him to leave her just yet. They both heaved as they tried to catch their breath. Finally, he rolled off her, and she immediately felt cold without him covering her.

She mewled softly in protest, and he gathered her in his arms, once again wrapping his body around hers. He kissed her softly.

“Go to sleep, Gracie. I’ll be here. I’m not letting you go.”

She stretched and climbed lazily out of bed. Luke’s flannel shirt lay in a heap on the floor, and she reached for it. She slipped it on, leaving it unbuttoned down the front. His scent surrounded her, and she wrapped the shirt tighter around her.

She padded barefoot out of the bedroom toward the kitchen, a wicked smile on her face. She’d tease him with a few glimpses of those nipple rings he loved so much. By the time breakfast was done, he’d be a walking hard-on.

She rounded the corner, letting her shirt gape a bit wider and let out a squeak of surprise. She yanked her shirt closed and stared at Wes who was standing in the kitchen leaning against the countertop.

She started to back up but Wes closed the distance between them.

“I-I didn’t know you were here,” she sputtered.

She gripped her shirt even tighter, sure her face was as red as a stoplight. To her surprise, Luke stood by the stove, his expression one of interest as he watched her.

Wes stopped in front of her and reached down for her hand. He tugged her forward into the kitchen.

“Come on now, Gracie,” he drawled. “You’ve seen me naked. Time for me to return the favor.”

She shivered slightly under his intense stare. “Is this a practical joke or something?”

Wes ran his hand up the lapel of her shirt, nudging it slightly aside until her breasts peeked around the edge.

“No joke. We’ve been friends a long time, Gracie. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I don’t think you are. I think you’re as turned on as I am right now.”

She cocked her head in confusion and shot Luke a panicked look.

“Quit dicking with her,” Luke said.

“You want a threesome,” Wes said. “Luke and I want to give you one.”

Her mouth rounded to an O and her eyes widened. Wes’ fingers brushed across her nipples, flicking lightly at the rings.

She looked back over at Luke again to see him staring intently at her.

“If you don’t want this, just say so,” Luke said quietly. “We don’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable.”

“Wow,” she whispered. “I mean, I don’t know what else to say. You’re okay with this?” she asked Luke.

He smiled. “Who do you think invited Wes?”

“Holy shit.” She shook her head, unsure of whether or not she was dreaming. A threesome. Not with strangers. With two men she trusted implicitly. Two men who cared for her and would make it good. Not much to think about there.

“What do you say, Gracie?” Wes murmured.

She nodded. “Okay.”

Wes nudged her chin up with his knuckle, and she looked into his warm brown eyes.

“I don’t want things to be awkward for us. We’ve been friends too long for that.”

He leaned in and brushed his lips across hers. His goatee rubbed softly on her chin. Bubbles of excitement took flight in her chest. She relaxed against him, and he deepened the kiss.

Her shirt parted as his hands slid underneath the material and cupped her breasts. His thumbs worked over her nipples, and his hands moved down her skin.

Shedding her inhibitions, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, letting her tongue roam playfully over his.

It was a different experience kissing Wes. He was more gentle than Luke but every bit as sensual. If she gave herself time to analyze the situation, she’d likely retreat in mortification, but it felt right.

Wes wrapped his hands around her waist and hoisted her upward until she sat on the countertop.

“Much better,” he murmured.

Her breasts were now level with his mouth, and he took advantage. His tongue rubbed lightly over one nipple. It puckered and her muscles tightened in response.

He cupped her breasts with both hands and held them up for his mouth to devour.

“I never knew you had such a wild side, Gracie. I like it. The rings are hot.”

She moaned as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, his tongue toying with the ring.

“She needs to eat,” Luke interjected.

Wes slowly pulled away, and it was all Gracie could do not to insist she wasn’t hungry so they’d take her to bed. Her stomach contradicted her by rumbling.

Wes lifted her down as Luke set a plate on the table for her. She walked unsteadily to her chair and sank down into it. She pulled her shirt tight around her, suddenly giving up the idea of making Luke crazy. He’d completely turned the tables on her.

The two men sat down on either side of her and proceeded to polish off their plates of food. She managed to nibble down a small amount, but her stomach was in full somersault mode, and she knew she wouldn’t do much justice to her food.

“If you’re done picking at that, I know something we could be doing that’s a whole lot more fun,” Wes spoke up.

She flushed and pushed her plate away. Wes held out a hand to her and pulled her from her chair. Luke walked toward the bedroom, and Wes swung her into his arms and followed.

Wes deposited her on the bed, her shirt falling open. She quickly pulled her shirt off and tossed it off the bed. Wes and Luke stepped back and began stripping out of their clothing. She watched, not missing a single detail.

Her heart beat a little faster as Wes moved toward the bed. His cock was impressive. A size that would make a woman stand up and pay attention. It brought to mind all sorts of yummy questions. Would it fit? How delicious would it feel to accommodate all of him?

Wes grabbed her ankles and pulled her toward the edge of the bed. Her legs fell open, baring her pussy to him. He made a sound of appreciation as he bent his head.

Just the anticipation of him touching her with his mouth had her ready to burst. When his tongue finally rubbed over her delicate folds, she nearly came on the spot.

“You taste as good as you look, Gracie,” he said. “Sweet.”

She arched her back and moaned as his tongue delved deeper. The bed dipped and swayed as Luke climbed up beside her. He bent his head to her breasts, and she cried out as both men tormented her with their mouths.

Wes slid a finger into her pussy. “God, you’re so tight, Gracie. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He left her for a brief moment then his finger slid back into her, gliding easily inside. He smoothed lubricant into her, easing his fingers around the walls of her pussy.

She heard the crackle of a condom wrapper and the sound of more lubricant being squeezed out. Then the head of his cock butted gently against her entrance.

Luke moved from her breasts to her lips, kissing and sucking at her mouth. His hands feathered over her nipples, tweaking and pinching at the taut peaks.

Wes slid easily into her, and she gasped at the fullness. He came to rest deeply within her, and she struggled to process the bombardment of sensations.

“Am I hurting you?” Wes rasped.

“God no,” she managed to get out.

Never before had she felt this way. Wes was seated deep within her pussy while Luke kissed her, toyed with her breasts. It was the most exquisite pleasure, every one of her most sensitive spots being teased and touched.

Wes began to move, gently at first and then with more force as she arched her hips to meet his thrusts. Her tongue tangled with Luke’s, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close to her.

Wes pulled away from her and ran his hands over her legs. “Turn over on your hands and knees,” he said.

She scrambled over, allowing Wes to position her to his liking. Luke sprawled out in front of her, his cock in perfect position for her to bend down and take it in her mouth.

Gentle hands spread her thighs then Wes mounted her, sliding into her from behind. She closed her eyes and moaned. Luke smoothed her hair from her face as she rocked back against Wes. God, it felt good.

She opened her eyes then slowly lowered her mouth, letting her tongue slide over Luke’s hard cock. His hand tangled in her hair, and he groaned as her mouth closed around the head.

So far the reality of a threesome far surpassed her lame fantasies. Being between two men, their focus solely on her, their hands and bodies touching and pleasing her, it was a ride on the most exhilarating roller coaster.

“Gracie, honey, you drive me crazy,” Wes said in an agonized voice. “You’re so tight, so beautiful.”

“Very beautiful,” Luke murmured below her.

Luke stroked her hair, running his fingers through the strands as she sucked his cock.

“We want to take you at the same time, Gracie. Are you up for that?” Luke asked.

She shuddered, her orgasm lurking so close. Just the image of them both buried in her body had her teetering on the edge.

Wes withdrew, and Luke gently pulled her away from his rigid cock. Then Wes moved to the side of her and lay down on the bed, his legs hanging over the edge and his feet planted on the floor.

He reached for Gracie, his big hands positioning her over his cock. “Ride me, Gracie.”

She let out a moan as she slowly lowered her body onto his erection. He slid in, the friction nearly unbearable. God, he was so big, she didn’t know how Luke would accomplish the feat of taking her too.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” Luke said as he ran his hands over her ass.

She felt the cool shock of the lubricant over the seam of her ass and flinched as Luke slid one finger inside. Wes played with her nipple rings as she held herself still on his cock.

“We’re going to take this slow and easy,” Luke said. “I won’t hurt you, Gracie, I swear it.”

“I trust you,” she whispered.

He eased more lubricant inside her, stretching her slightly with his fingers. After several minutes of stroking and preparing her, he positioned his dick at her tight opening.

“Breathe deep,” Wes said. “Breathe in and relax. That’s it, baby.”

Wes’ fingers found her nipples again, pinching and plucking at them, distracting her from the burning and stretching of her ass.

She gasped as the muscle gave way and Luke penetrated her anus. He stopped and gave her time to adjust before slowly moving forward again. He inched his way into her until finally, she felt his hips press into the flesh of her buttocks.

Both men were fully sheathed within her body. She began to shake uncontrollably.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Luke soothed. “Make it last. Make it good.”

She leaned forward in Wes’ arms, letting him support her weight as Luke began to move inside her. Soon they found a rhythm, moving in unison. They both pressed forward, filling her, stretching her, bringing her unbelievable pleasure.

How she managed to accommodate them both, she’d never know, but she’d never enjoyed herself more than at this moment.

“Are you all right?” Wes whispered close to her ear.

“Very all right,” she replied. She nipped his ear, and he groaned in response.

Wes’ hands slid down her waist, gripping her hips. Luke’s hands grasped her shoulders, and they held her against them, captive to their embrace.

“I can’t last any longer,” she gasped. She fought against the rising tidal wave, but knew she only had seconds.

“That’s good because I can’t either,” Wes said. “Let yourself go, we’ve got you.”

Luke surged forward, burying himself in her deepest regions. Wes bucked upward until she gasped at the pleasure/pain of his penetration.

“Oh God!” she cried.

Her body began to spin out of control. Her vision blurred and she writhed between them, unable to bear the pressure building within her. She erupted with such force that Wes slid out of her.

He grasped her waist with one hand while he used his other hand to position himself between her legs once more.

The two men rocked against her, each straining with their own release.

She screamed. She couldn’t help it. She’d never ever had such a powerful orgasm, and it scared and thrilled her all at the same time.

She fell forward onto Wes’ chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her and soothing her as she fought to catch her breath.

Luke surged against her ass, pressing her harder onto Wes. He slumped against her for a few seconds before easing out of her and rolling to the side.

She lay panting on Wes. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak even if she wanted to. His hands slid gently up and down her back, and he kissed the curve of her neck.

“You are one incredible woman, Gracie.”

“That she is,” Luke agreed. “I may never walk again after this weekend.”

Wes rolled Gracie to the side, still cradled in his arms. He pulled out of her and started to sit up.

“Let me get cleaned up, and I’ll be right back.”

As Wes got up to discard the condom, Luke pulled her into his arms and tucked her head under his chin.

“Was that good?” he asked.

She stretched and yawned like a contented cat. “I’m not sure I could deal with it if it got any better. Thank you, Luke. I don’t even know what to say. That was fantastic. I can’t believe you went to so much trouble to make my fantasies real.”