Pass The Parcel (7 page)

She whimpered and drove her hips back against
Finn. Ethan smiled. Yeah, she totally got off on the dirty
talk.

“You know where else I want to mark you with
my come?” He didn’t wait for her to reply. “On your tits. Your
stomach. That pretty face. Down your throat. Up your arse.”

Kelly shuddered and moaned and Ethan grabbed
her shoulders to hold her steady while he manoeuvred to his knees.
He had to get his cock inside her.

“I want to mark every inch of your body with
my come. But we’re gonna start with your throat.” Ethan gripped her
jaw and held her head still. “Open wide, beautiful.”

Her lips parted the barest bit and he speared
his cock between them. She opened wider, took him deep and slicked
her tongue along his length. He saw stars right before his eyes
crossed.

Damn. No wonder Finn had come quickly. She
was a fucking master at sucking cock.

“Goddamn, that feels amazing.” He tangled his
fingers in her hair and held her in place. “Get ready to be fucked
from both ends again, baby.”

Ethan timed his thrusts with Finn’s. Both of
them drove into her and pulled out at the same time. Filled her up
repeatedly until they were both on the verge of coming. He knew
Finn as well as he knew himself and it would only take a few more
plunges into her body to send them both over the edge.

But Ethan wanted her with them. “Touch
yourself.”

Kelly couldn’t speak around the cock he was
shoving down her throat, but he didn’t need words to know what her
question was. It was plain as day to see in her gaze, like it was
written on her eyeballs.

“Play with your clit. Stroke yourself for me.
I can’t reach from here and Finn’s busy filling your cunt.”

Her eyes widened. He could see her need to
argue—to refuse—but he pulled her hair, gave it a tug to get her
focused on what he wanted. When he was sure he had her complete
attention, he repeated his demand.

“Play with your clit, Kelly.”

Ethan saw her hand disappear under her. But
he didn’t need that to tell him she was doing as told. Her eyelids
lowered as her pupils dilated so far he couldn’t see any of the
green he loved so much. She sucked him harder and her teeth and
tongue seemed to get a little rougher—desperate—as she slurped away
at his length.

Finn moaned, and Ethan knew he wasn’t the
only one benefiting from her masturbation. They upped their pace.
Each of them pounding into her as she whimpered and moaned around
Ethan’s cock.

“C’mon, Kitty. Purr for us, baby,” Finn
panted.

Ethan untangled one hand from her hair and
slid it down her spine for a few inches before curling his body
over her a little and slipping his hand around her ribs to find her
tit. It wasn’t hard to do. Not with her nipple standing at
attention like a small mountain peak. He caught the hard nub
between thumb and finger and squeezed.

It was enough to send her over. She cried
around his cock and he thrust deep until his head was wedged into
the back of her throat. Finn slammed forward with a roar and Ethan
knew he was coming into her cunt. They’d never fucked a woman bare,
and the knowledge that his friend was branding Kelly in that primal
way sent him toppling into the abyss with them.

She swallowed, her throat milking him of
every drop of come he had. He thought he called her name but his
ears were thumping and his mind had gone completely blank for a
split second so he couldn’t be sure of anything.

Ethan dropped to sit on his heels, his cock
sliding from her still sucking mouth to leave a trail of come
dripping down her chin. He reached over and swiped the stream of
fluid with his thumb, pushing it between her lips so she didn’t
lose it. She greedily lapped it up before collapsing against
him.

Finn still held her hips, his cock still
firmly embedded in her cunt, his forehead resting on her spine
while his breath sawed in and out of his chest. Ethan could relate.
He’d come harder than he ever had. Twice. And he’d be an idiot to
not know it was because of the woman breathing heavily on his
chest.

He grinned. The kind of grin that said he’d
won the prize. And when Finn finally raised his head, he wore a
matching one.

God. She was such a ho. She’d revelled in
Ethan’s dirty talk. Creamed herself when Finn had slammed into her
that first time. And now, she’d come with her own hand while they
fucked her pussy and mouth.

And she wanted more.

So much more.

She’d lost count of how many times she’d
come. Not that it mattered. With each orgasm she craved another.
And another. She couldn’t seem to get enough.

What if she never got her fill of them?

What if after tonight they never wanted to
touch her again?

What if they did?

Kitty hadn’t thought beyond here. Hadn’t once
thought she’d actually
be
here. Not really. Sure, she’d
fantasised about it. Too often to count. But when it came down to
bare-bones truth she hadn’t dared believe they’d want her the way
she wanted them.

Except they did.

And how.

She shivered. Memory delivered a delicious
thrill that rolled over her with such force she might as well still
be living the moment.

“Cold?” Ethan asked.

Kitty shook her head.

“We should get out anyway. The water’s going
cold even if you aren’t.” Finn smoothed his hand over her bottom as
he pulled his semi-erect cock out of her.

Her pussy rippled with pleasure as the hard
length slid over enflamed tissues. She moaned, pushing her hips
backwards and chasing after the pleasure once more.

God. She really was a ho.

She’d never been like this with any other
man. She couldn’t decide if it was because there were two of them
and therefore the pleasure was doubled, or if it was just
them
. Her gut told her it was the latter, but that meant
she’d never feel this level of bliss again once they were done with
her.

And they would be done.

Kitty knew the score. No woman lasted longer
than a couple of weeks at most. The majority no more than a
weekend. The question was could she live with it once they’d had
enough of her.

Could she watch them move on to the next
woman?

She shuddered at the thought. Her stomach
cramped tight as a lump grew in her throat. She’d never survive
that. After having them inside her she couldn’t bear to watch them
with her replacement. There was no question. In her mind there was
only one solution.

When they were done with her she’d have to
quit her job.

Ethan wasn’t sure what had happened. At some
point between getting out of the tub and now—five minutes
tops—Kelly had closed herself off. He couldn’t put his finger on
exactly when the change had occurred, and outwardly she appeared
the same—except her eyes. Her eyes had lost their sparkle.
Something had caused their brightness to dim and he wanted to
obliterate whatever it was and see them glow again. See them flash
with her need and excitement.

She hadn’t said a word.

She’d put her hands in his and let him help
her from the bath. There had been no argument when Finn had wrapped
a towel around her or when they’d rubbed the soft cotton over every
inch of her. It was like dealing with a mannequin—an emotionless
dummy they could move at will. When they’d finished drying her,
Ethan had handed her a fresh towel for her hair while he and Finn
took care of themselves.

And still there were no words.

He couldn’t stand it any longer. He had to
get close to her again.

Moving up beside her, he picked up a thin
rope of her hair and rolled the wet strands between his thumb and
fingers. Even waterlogged, he could feel the silky-smooth texture.
She always wore it up at work, and when he’d first seen her tonight
with the dark mass draping her shoulders—the long ends playing
peek-a-boo with her breasts—he’d wanted to tangle his fingers in
it—feel it brushing against his skin.

“I never realised how long your hair is,”
Ethan murmured as he did exactly as he’d wanted—tangled his fingers
in the damp length.

She turned her head towards him. “It needs a
cut.”

“No.” He used his grip to tug her face closer
to his. “Don’t cut it. I like it long. I can use it to do this.”
Ethan tightened his hold and pulled her in those last few inches to
plant his mouth on hers—swallowing her gasp as he did.

He went slowly even though everything inside
him screamed to dive right in. Taking his time, he left no
millimetre of her mouth unexplored. Starting with her lips. She let
him lick her—learn the contours, the lushness, the sweet taste of
her. And when he was satisfied he’d mapped everything there, he
went deeper.

With a bold stroke, he pressed his tongue
between her lips and slid it along the edge of her teeth. She
opened for him and a soft moan slipped up her throat when he dove
into the dark depths of her mouth. Her tongue joined his. Warm and
wet, their tongues danced and their breaths mingled. It was slick
heat and it oozed through his veins like melted chocolate, coating
everything in a sticky-sweet indulgence that bombarded his
senses.

“Mmm.” Kelly hummed into his mouth and Ethan
had to fight for control as the sound vibrated over his nerves,
tightened his chest and centred in his groin.

He had to have her.

Again.

She made him ravenous—insatiable. Already
blood filled his dick, and in spite of the number of times he’d
come or how recently, his balls were tucking up into his body,
preparing to unload another sacful of come.

Ethan tore his mouth from hers. “Fuck, you’re
addictive.” He scooped her up in his arms and headed into the
bedroom.

“Put me down.” In opposition to her words,
Kelly’s slid her arms around his neck, curled her fingers into his
hair.

“Your wish is my command.” Ethan tossed her
on the bed and followed her down. He caged her beneath him,
plastered his body to the front of hers so he covered every inch of
her. His cock nestled perfectly against her cunt and he rocked his
hips, the urge to sink inside her slashing at his control. “Is this
what you meant?”

Kelly giggled—a sound he’d never heard from
her before but decided he’d like to hear again and again. “Not
quite.”

“But it’ll do, right?” Ethan held his breath.
After two years of knowing Kelly, he’d become pretty good at
judging her moods, and if he was reading her right she’d been on
the verge of running out the door.

Again.

Her eyes searched his before darting to the
left. Ethan turned and found Finn stretched out on the bed facing
them, his head propped on one hand. Confident Kelly wasn’t going
anywhere at the moment, Ethan slid to the side, but he kept one leg
over hers just in case.

“What’s going through that sharp mind of
yours?” Finn asked.

Ethan recognised the creases winkling his
friend’s brow as worry and was relieved to know he wasn’t alone in
his concern. “Did we hurt you?” he asked. He was pretty sure they
hadn’t, but right now he needed reassurance—needed to hear Kelly
confirm it.

“What?” Her gaze zoomed back to his. “No. Why
would you even think that?”

He glanced at Finn who gave a slight nod.
“You’ve shut down on us. Something had to have caused that.”

Kelly’s eyelids lowered and she sank her top
teeth into her bottom lip. She rolled the plump flesh in and out
until it glowed bright red.

“Stop.” Ethan used his index finger to pull
her lip free. “You’re going to hurt yourself.” He didn’t add that
her nibbling on the thing made him hornier, although she couldn’t
miss the hard-on he had pressed into her hip.

“Talk to us, Kitty,” Finn urged.

“I…um…” Her gaze bounced between them. “I’ve
never done this before. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do
now.”

Ethan grinned. “You’re not
supposed
to do anything. There’s no plan to these things.”

“Ethan’s right. All you have to do is what
feels good.” Finn leaned over her, hovering his mouth above her
left breast. “And right now this is what feels good to me.”

Ethan watched Finn take Kelly’s taut nipple
between his teeth. Finn closed his lips around the peak and sucked
hard. A good two inches of her supple boob disappeared into his
friend’s mouth.

Not one to be left out of the fun, Ethan
dipped his head and took her other breast into his mouth. He
swirled his tongue around the puckered skin. Dragging his teeth
over the sensitive tip, he closed his eyes and suckled the sweetest
tit he’d had the pleasure of tasting.

Kelly writhed under them. She smoothed her
hand over his head, digging her fingers into his scalp when he
increased his suction. Ethan opened his eyes to see she had her
other hand gripping Finn’s head. The sight of a woman touching his
best friend always turned him on, but seeing Kelly with Finn gave
him a thrill on a completely different level.

He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take
things slow. His cock pulsed with urgent need and he couldn’t stop
the instinctual thrusting of his hips. Sucking harder, he pressed
her nipple between the roof of his mouth and tongue and sucked in a
pulsing rhythm that matched the flex of his hips.

She moaned and that small sound of pleasure
was enough to rip away the ropes of restraint he’d lashed around
his need.

Ethan let go of her tit and shoved at Finn’s
shoulder. “Off.”

It was only through years of experience—years
of shared erotic encounters—that Finn knew what he wanted. Moving
aside, his friend raised an eyebrow and waited for Ethan to take
the lead.

He wrapped his hands around Kelly’s waist and
rolled to his back, taking her with him. Finn was quick to help
move her into place, and in seconds they had her hot cunt suspended
above Ethan’s straining cock.