The Hero Sandwich (3 page)

Nicci was shocked however to see a deep sadness in the depths of his glorious eyes. Something happened to him and recently. No doubt why he sat in a bar drinking, to ease some inner pain. The need to forget is probably why he agreed to this ménage scenario. Isn’t that the real reason she went along with Connie’s scheme? Isn’t that why Connie suggested this rendezvous in the first place, so she could forget as well? Or maybe she read too much into this, the man was a stranger. Somehow, he didn’t feel like one, and the revelation had Nicci squirming in her seat once again.

Connie squeezed her arm reassuringly. “I’ve explained our requirements to Barrett and he’s more than willing. Shall we finish our drinks and go to the hotel?”

Nicci gaze swept from Connie to Barrett. “Yes, I’m ready.”

CHAPTER
THREE

The luxuriously appointed hotel room did not surprise Barrett. He expected no less from these classy looking women. Everything about them reeked of taste and discrimination. Beyond the sitting area, he could see the bedroom. A king-size bed, perfect. A small dinette area featured a well-stocked mini bar. An image of him laid out on the table with the women sucking on his cock and balls flashed through his mind.
Easy boy.

The muted but classy beige and maroon colors gave the room a cozy ambiance without the clinical look some hotel rooms had. A large chandelier cast a soft incandescent light throughout the room. Another erotic vision flashed in his mind. Wild swinging-from-the-chandelier monkey sex with Nicci had his alcohol-fueled libido kick into high gear.

Barrett tossed his leather coat onto the chair near the door. No tawdry, cheap hotel rooms for these women—they were classy from head to painted toe. And he planned to explore every inch.

As he moved toward the large sectional sofa near the windows, Barrett slowly peeled off his shirt, hesitating with his arms above his head for effect. The soft gasp from behind made him smile briefly. After quickly stripping the rest of his clothes until all that remained were his boxer briefs, he stretched out languidly on the leather sofa. His erection poked at the cotton of his briefs.
Down boy, we’ve got all night.
He swung his legs on top of the coffee table in front of him and crossed them at the ankles. Barrett slouched down slightly and raised one arm to rest on the back of the sofa, the other arm curled to play with the leather-covered buttons. His eyes narrowed as his gaze traveled over both women. Their naked admiration hardened him further. He knew he had a great body because of all the work it took him to develop it. Times like this, the sweat and blood seemed worth it. Barrett waited, curious to see which woman would make the first move. He would bet it would be Connie; this was her idea, her show. They wanted to pleasure him?
Then come on ladies, make a move.

Barrett slid his deliberate gaze to Nicci. She looked delicate, but had a lush figure. Nicci stood about five feet, six inches tall he guessed and had the most compelling green eyes he had ever seen. The moss-green shade complimented her luminous skin, which showed to perfection under the subdued lighting. Her silky hair spilled down her back like a dark chocolate waterfall. He wondered what it would feel like draped in his lap.

Damn, there was something about her, a sensual vulnerability. His heart stuttered in his chest. He had an overwhelming need to protect her, an unfamiliar emotion to him. He wasn’t sure where it came from. Maybe the hurt in her eyes matched his hidden emotions. Or maybe the soft sexiness she exuded could be the reason. Under her slight hesitancy resided a passionate woman.
God, how that appealed.

Barrett slowly moved his arm down his chest and cupped himself briefly. His fingers moved over his erect cock and stroked until his prick became as hard as an iron bar.

A soft, kitten-like moan escaped from Nicci’s sexy lips. He knew it.
Passionate.
The moan seemed to spur them into action. As expected, Connie stepped forward.

Connie dropped her skirt and stepped out of it as she removed her top. Stockings—he liked a woman wearing stockings instead of pantyhose.

“Leave the heels on.” He held out a hand and beckoned her to join him. Her sultry laugh had him imagining how it would feel vibrating along his dick. She had a great body, well toned and shapely. He pulled her onto his lap and as his hands slid from her hips to the clasp on her bra, he buried his face in her ample tits.

Lowering her to the sofa, Barrett got on his knees, hooked an arm under her legs, and lifted them to his shoulders. Starting at her ankles, he nibbled, sucked, and licked his way up her legs. Connie moaned. He hesitated, his gaze slid to Nicci, who seemed frozen to the spot.

“Join us, baby.”

Her eyebrow cocked. “Where, exactly?”

“Undress, get behind me on your knees, and touch me, caress me, lick and kiss my skin. Bite, nibble, and scratch me all to hell, Do whatever you want. Just—touch me.”

Nicci’s fingers trembled as she lowered the zipper on her skirt and pulled the silk camisole over her head. She watched as Barrett methodically worked his way down Connie’s legs until his mouth met the tender flesh above her stockings. His large hands glided over the silk stockings, and with each stroke, he watched as Nicci’s lips parted slightly, and could see her breathing become quick and shallow. She licked her lips and he could tell they were becoming flushed and red. Her eyes developed that indefinable look that said
I want this
. Connie’s fingers combed through his hair as she moaned and writhed on the sofa. His tongue snaked inside her thong, and in between licks, he slid his gaze toward Nicci as she undressed.

Barrett watched her through eyes he knew were hooded with unmistakable desire. Nicci removed her bra and freed her breasts from their confines until she stood before him in nothing but her panties. His heated gaze devoured her and his body shook with unbridled lust. Nicci knelt behind him as he asked and watched as he slid the thin fabric of Connie’s thong to the side and slowly began finger fucking her pussy. Connie’s hips met every thrust. Nicci’s gaze never left the erotic scene, and her intense, concentrated look aroused Barrett even more. The musky scent of sex filled the room. He glanced at Nicci as she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. She placed a tentative hand on his bicep, curling her fingers as best she could around it. The contact of her hand against his muscle as it flexed with each stroke heightened his desire to bury his cock in the liquid heat between her legs.

Nicci explored his entire body with her hands. She followed the sizzling caresses with her hot mouth, tasting every inch of his skin. He felt Nicci draw a shuddering breath, press her breasts against his back, and trail kisses along the path her hands took until she slid them into the waist of his boxer briefs. Pulling them down to expose the ridge of his hip, she bit gently, drawing a moan from him. She ran her hands along his thighs with a sensuous touch and then kneaded his partially exposed ass cheeks. God, the feel of her hands felt magnificent. Nicci dug her nails into his ass, eliciting a deep-throated growl of satisfaction he could not hold back. In concert with his animalistic-sounding snarl, Connie cried out with her release. Barrett reached behind him and cupped Nicci’s ass.

His fingers caressed her skin where it was exposed, and he whispered, “Let’s move this into the bedroom.”

***

Barrett enjoyed this immensely and they had hardly got started. This erotic ménage dream come to life was going a long way to dissipate his grief and bone-deep sadness over his crash and burn baseball career. He lay on the king-size bed about halfway down, his long legs dangling off the end of the bed. Barrett stretched his arms out at his side and waited. The anticipation of being worshiped and adored by two gorgeous women topped any erotic dream he had over the years. There was no rush to get to the fucking, as he was a foreplay man all the way. He could fondle, suck, lick, and touch for hours. Both women stood next to each other at the foot of the bed, their intense gazes took in every inch of him.

“God, look at him, Nicci. Like a decadent buffet. Have you ever seen such perfection? Where should we start?”

Barrett’s cock twitched happily in response. “Can I make a suggestion?”

He looked at Nicci standing in her white lacey bikini underwear and nothing else. Her breasts were beautiful, full, and luscious. When she pressed them against his back, he nearly blasted off right there. Her hands were like magic and his skin still sizzled from her potent touch. He wanted her hands on him again, but he wanted something else more.

Connie placed one hand on her hip and gave him a sexy grin.

“Go ahead, sugar.”

He pointed to Connie, looking damned sexy in her stockings, thong, and high heels. “You, suck my cock until I come in your mouth. And Nicci,” he said, and then paused. “I want to taste you all over.”

Connie looked amused at his bossy tone, Nicci’s eyes narrowed. It was hard to ascertain if her gaze was in slight annoyance or in hooded desire. At this point, he didn’t give a damn. Barrett wanted his mouth on those succulent tits and he wanted to bury his tongue in Nicci’s hot, wet pussy.

Connie and Nicci exchanged a quick glance and then moved toward him. They must have known each other for years as they had some sort of unspoken communication between them. Connie reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs and slowly pulled them down his legs. His rock hard erection sprung free and lay flat against his stomach past his belly button. Connie tossed the briefs to the carpet and stood back. Her admiring gaze had a mixture of shock and awe. His male pride puffed up from their carnal appreciation.

“Holy shit, Nic. Look at him, look at—
it.
I’m interested to see if I can fit it all in my mouth.”

Barrett could not keep the anticipatory groan from leaving his lips. Like all men, he loved having his cock sucked. There was something about having your rock hard prick buried in the depths of a woman’s hot, sultry mouth while she sucked and licked with wild abandon.

He raised himself on his elbows and watched as Connie positioned herself between his legs. She dragged her manicured nails along the inside of his thighs and slid her winter-blue gaze along his torso until their eyes met. Her white-hot tongue swirled once around his balls until she finally dragged it along the length of his prick. It jerked in response. She laughed and did it again, swirling her tongue around the head, and then slowly sucked it into her mouth.

The bed dipped slightly and he shifted his attention to where Nicci, on hands and knees, crawled toward him like a sexy, hungry feline. Thick lashes hooded her moss-green eyes and her hips—which swayed as she crawled sensuously toward him—were enticing, an open invitation for fucking. Visions of him behind Nicci with his hands on her sweet ass as he pounded into her caused his cock to swell in Connie’s mouth.

“Beautiful.” Barrett cupped her breast with his left hand and sucked her hard, rosy nipple into his mouth. Nicci’s response was a muted sigh, but he would not be satisfied until he had her screaming his name at her climax. “Climb on top of me, baby, Straddle me, and let me suck those luscious tits.”

She straddled his chest, placing her hands on either side of his head and her tits at his mouth in invitation. Barrett wasted no time in taking them into his mouth one after the other. He licked, squeezed, and gently bit, and with every sigh, he would repeat the motion until he knew he needed more. Barrett slid his hands along her body noting the small waist and curvy hips. The rounded globes of her ass were made for caressing. Her lacey panties soon became an annoyance—he wanted his hands on her flesh—so he slipped his hands inside them and explored until he found her puckered hole. His fingers lingered there teasing and tempting her. Nicci responded with a low, seductive moan.

Meanwhile, Connie gamely sucked his cock as her hands touched and teased his hips, ass, and balls. Damn, she was good, she nearly had him deep-throated, no easy feat given the size of his cock. His attention returned to Nicci. The heady aroma of her arousal intoxicated him more than the boilermakers. The overwhelming need to savor her wetness overrode every other sensation. Taste—now. Barrett held her shoulders and lifted her up until his mouth had no choice but to let go of her succulent tit with a wet pop.

“I want you at my mouth, baby. I want to taste you—make you come.”

Barrett dragged his fingers along her smooth thighs and slid them into her panties. With a firm grip on her ass, he urged her forward. When she raised herself to scoot up, he ripped them off in one quick movement. She gasped, not from shock or indignation, but from lust and sheer desire—he could see it in her eyes, and tell by her labored breathing.

“I hope you weren’t attached to those.”

Her sexy smile at the statement nearly tore his heart from his chest. Pulling her closer to his mouth, he gently opened her up and swiped his tongue along her opening. She tasted like a combination of musk and sexy, sweet nectar with a hint of soft, floral perfume. Barrett dipped his tongue inside her pussy and rubbed his teeth against her sensitive nub. Nicci’s back arched, pressing her wet core tighter against his eager mouth. Her hips undulated in concert with each thrust of his tongue. Barrett’s gaze roamed upward. Her lips were parted, her eyes half-lidded, and her head tilted slightly back. She massaged her tits, rolling and pulling her nipples between her fingers. The vision sensual, her moans sexy and deep throated.