The Hero Sandwich (4 page)

When Barrett sucked her clit between his lips and flicked it with his tongue, her head flew back until her hair brushed ever so slightly against his stomach. Connie’s moans vibrated against his rock-hard cock. He tightened the suction on Nicci’s clit and with her deep, guttural cry, he lost control and blasted cum inside Connie’s throat.

CHAPTER
FOUR

Connie sat upright and wiped her mouth. Her tongue darted out to lick a pearl of semen off the corner of her lip. Her gaze swept up to the erotic vision before her. Barrett shuddered and shook from his release. However, all his attention focused on eating out Nicci. His muscular forearms wrapped around her thighs possessively while sounds of his sucking and licking and Nicci’s moans intermingled to form a sex symphony. Connie watched in fascination as Barrett’s cock hardened the more he devoured her.

Nicci and Barrett forgot she was even in the room. Connie wondered if she should be insulted or perhaps happy Nicci found abandoned pleasure with a younger, virile male. Maybe a little of both. She wasn’t going to sulk about it. Connie backed off the bed until her high heels hit the carpet, turned, then sashayed over to the mini bar. Another drink was in order.

Leaning down, she snatched a mini of Grey Goose and slammed the bar fridge door. While pouring the contents over ice in a glass, she wondered if she should’ve called the cop instead of proposing this ménage scenario. Not that she wasn’t enjoying herself. There was definitely a slight shift and there was no mistaking the sparks flying off Nicci and Barrett. She didn’t want to be a third wheel or what the French call,
de trop.

Lifting the glass to her mouth, she heard Nicci cry out in climax. Barrett’s husky and sensual praiseful murmur caused a bolt of desire to slice through her. The man’s voice was sexy as hell. Connie shook her head and took a long swig. The vodka burned her throat and left a comforting, fiery trail. What was the cop’s name? Right, Nathan. Last month her office had been broken into and computers and other electronics were stolen. He was the detective on the case. She didn’t pay him much attention; he stood about five feet ten inches and was agreeable enough to look at. She didn’t detect a beer gut, but it was hard to tell under the Columbo-style trench coat he wore. His shoulders were very broad, always a plus.

A full head of hair with sexy wisps of gray at the temples also appealed. She even thought it cute when he pulled out a pair of black framed glasses and put them on to take the report. Before he left, he gave Connie his card. He told her to call him if some night she wanted to go for coffee. She’d tossed it in the top drawer of her desk and didn’t give him another thought. Until now. How is it she remembered so much detail about Nathan the cop when she supposedly didn’t pay him much attention? And why did she put his card in her top drawer instead of the trash can? Easy answer there, she
was
interested, but scared to death of responding or acting on the sparks that flew between them. There was hardness around Nathan’s eyes she recalled, as if he had done and seen plenty, but there was kindness too. She could do with a little tenderness in her life right now. Connie took another swig. He was probably her age or a little older, maybe even on the dark side of fifty. Perhaps a more mature man would be a pleasant change. To be involved with a man who was comfortable in his skin, confident with his masculinity, and not arrogant or untrustworthy. Everything the Lizard was not. The idea of calling Nathan the cop grew more tempting by the minute.

Soft, sensual moans filled the room.
Christ, were they at it again?
Connie took one last pull on the Grey Goose and walked back into the bedroom.

Barrett had Nicci flat on her back enthusiastically licking her pussy once again. Nicci’s fingers grasped handfuls of his hair, urging him on. Wow. Connie didn’t know Nicci had it in her, though she knew from Nicci’s own lips she and Brad enjoyed a vigorous sex life. To see the proof of her friend’s passionate nature surprisingly made her hot. Barrett lifted his head and turned slightly to look over his broad shoulder. Damn, the man had the most amazing back, muscles on muscles, all shifting with jungle cat sleekness with every movement. Connie cocked her head. Barrett—why did he seem familiar somehow? Even his name.

“There you are,” Barrett said. “Now it’s your turn, Connie. Touch me, taste me. Join us.”

She didn’t have to be told twice. First, she ran her hands all over his back, glorying in his virile strength. Barrett lowered his head to continue his attention on Nicci’s pussy. Damn, the man felt good. His skin felt hot and alive and crackled with life under her fingers. Connie laid kisses up his back and over his shoulder. Barrett murmured his approval. She moved to his side and ran her tongue down the prominent veins on his arms. Barrett groaned.

Whether it was her tongue or Nicci writhing under his mouth causing his husky moans, who knew? Maybe it was both. Connie’s gaze slid to Nicci, her head back on the pillow, her dark brown hair spread out, her eyes closed in pure ecstasy.

He played her like a maestro and her body was his instrument. She’d lost count of how many times he’d brought her to climax, but each time the intensity was like none she had ever experienced. Nicci had been fascinated before at the sensual curve of his mouth, his lips. His body was glorious. Barrett’s hipbones were carved and prominent with bands of powerful sinew packed on his entire lower torso. She could not stop herself from touching and tasting his skin. Salt, sweat and strong, masculine male, an enticing mix. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine the sheer talent they possessed or the bliss they would give her.

She drifted in a sensual and erotic haze as Barrett hooked his fingers deep inside her and rubbed while his tongue drew lazy circles around her clit. Nicci splayed her fingers across the broad expanse of shoulders nestled between her legs. Never before had she imagined the pleasurable heights to which Barrett would take her.

Nicci was amazed at how stretched she’d felt straddling him earlier. She’d felt open and exposed. The sensation was nothing short of thrilling. When his tongue dragged slowly along her opening, she thought she would explode.

Lifting her heavy eyelids, she observed Connie trailing her tongue along the corded muscle of Barrett’s side. The vision was wholly erotic. Connie was so right—they did need this and she didn’t want it to end. Nicci sighed, her senses reeling, as another surge of pleasure overtook her.
More
. She needed more. She raked her fingers through his hair again and tried to buck against him, but strong arms wrapped around her legs and held her in place as his mouth teased, sucked, and nibbled. Barrett groaned, and the sensation shot through Nicci like a jolt of electricity. The friction from Barrett’s fingers inside her intensified, his tongue, now focused solely on her clit, bringing her higher and higher. Her body shook, hot and cold waves of pleasure prickled her damp skin. Barrett lifted his head for an instant, and Nicci swore he breathed her name against her pussy as his mouth made contact again sending her over the edge in climax.

Nicci’s head bounced off the pillow from the intensity of her release. For a brief, flickering moment, Brad entered her mind. Brad wasn’t exactly a slouch in the oral sex department either. A slice of guilt lodged under her rib cage and twisted, but she refused to let those emotions overcome her tonight. She was here for raw, unadulterated pleasure, nothing else.

Barrett lifted his head and gave her a devastating smile; her essence glistened on his beard scruff. His eyes softened and for a second, Nicci almost wished this wasn’t some one-night stand. She wished they were alone and those thoughts were dangerous and worse—futile. She couldn’t stop herself from reaching out and stroking his cheek tenderly. Barrett closed his eyes and a soft, husky moan escaped his lips. He laid his hand on top of hers and burrowed his cheek deeper into her hand. He turned his face and kissed her palm and a jolt of white heat swept over her entire body. Nicci pulled her hand away in shock. Her gaze slid over to Connie, who watched the exchange with a raised eyebrow.

Barrett sat back on his haunches. A brief look of puzzlement crossed his handsome features, but soon disappeared.

“Well ladies, I have an idea. Connie, lie down next to Nicci, as close as you can get. I’m going to pleasure you both at the same time.”

Nicci closed her eyes.
Stop thinking, just enjoy.
But she couldn’t stop thinking. Perhaps her reaction to Barrett was due to the fact she had not been with any man but Brad, and had not had sex since the terrible night over two years ago. All this oral play was one thing, but how would she react when they got around to the actual sex? To her, sex was deeply intimate. Nicci didn’t know if she could treat it as casually as Connie seemed to.

Connie lay next to her, their thighs touching, their breasts brushing against each other. Connie reached for her hand and squeezed, just the reassurance she needed. Connie always knew when to give her support and friendship.

Barrett rose up on his knees and fit himself between their spread legs.

“You are both gorgeous.”

Nicci couldn’t stop the flush from spreading over her cheeks. Warmth filled her from his words.
Stop thinking, just enjoy.

Barrett’s cock was hard as granite and it throbbed for release.
Soon.
He could insist they get to the screwing, he was more than ready, but he actually enjoyed all this foreplay. Hell, what he enjoyed the most was eating out Nicci. God, he never tasted anything so sweet, like honey nectar and heady as a fine wine. He couldn’t get enough. Barrett licked his lips, the effervescent taste of her lingered teasingly on his lips begging for more. Yes, he could go down on her again…and again. She was in a word, addictive, like a narcotic. He always went down on his partners, Barrett believed in giving pleasure. But none of it had the impact of being between Nicci’s thighs. He found himself suddenly curious about her. How old was she? What made her agree to this three-way? A wave of longing roared through him. He wanted to see her again.

Barrett was shocked. They agreed this ménage would be a one-time thing. They didn’t even give last names. How could he convince Nicci he wanted to see her, date her? What did he have to offer any woman at the moment? He was a washed up, second-rate ball player currently out of work. He shook his head and mentally pushed the thoughts from his mind.
Focus on the task at hand.

The women looked at him expectantly. Nicci’s lips parted in a silent moan. He leaned over her and whispered in her ear. “After this, I want your mouth on my cock. I want to be so deep, feel your tongue glide up and down my length.” He was damn tempted to kiss her moist, full lips, but they agreed no kissing. Thinking back over the conversation at the bar, it was Nicci who made that little rule. His lips brushed by her cheek, his tongue darted out and teased the corner of her mouth. He pulled back, a bolt of electric heat snaked up his spine.

His hand cupped Nicci’s right breast, and he reached for Connie’s left. His thumbs brushed by their nipples and they both moaned in unison. Leaning down, he sucked on one breast and then the other, and gave both equal attention. He pressed their breasts together, eliciting another groan from the ladies. After feasting on them for several minutes, Barrett pulled back, and teased Nicci’s wetness with his left hand. Good thing he had a long reach. With his right hand he did the same to Connie. Without warning, he plunged two fingers each into both of them at the same time. Nicci’s back arched like the taut string of a bow. He spread his fingers, stretching them and filling them. With quick scissor motions, he stroked the women in unison, his thumbs brushed by their hardened, swollen nubs. They moaned and Barrett felt his balls tighten. He was ready to come himself.
This was damned hot.
The air was heavy with the musky smell of sex, intermingled with sweat, cologne, and the ladies’ own sweet essence. His fingers moved faster as both women groaned and writhed in pure pleasure.

“Yes, that’s it. Come for me, both of you.” He didn’t recognize his own voice. It was raw, ragged, and laced with off the charts lust.

Both women cried out their climax at the same time and it sent Barrett off the cliff. His cum shot out with such force, it coated their stomachs and legs; he pumped endlessly. Pulling out his fingers, he placed his hands flat on the bed to keep himself upright, his breath became jagged, his knees ready to buckle.
Holy shit.

CHAPTER
FIVE

Ten minutes later, Nicci emerged from the bathroom. Her legs still trembled from the intensity of her last climax. She watched in open appreciation as Barrett moved toward her. Nicci couldn’t remember ever laying eyes on a man as handsome as him, not many men could have measured up to his stunning good looks. Barrett was solid, sculpted perfection, broad, tall, and devastatingly handsome. His days-old stubble enhanced his chiseled features. She still felt the tingling on her thighs from where it scraped against her flesh. Nicci shivered, her nipples puckered, and heat prickled over her skin. She felt like a shameless, wanton woman.

Barrett’s mouth turned up in a subtle grin, obviously aware of her reaction, and handed her a drink. She returned an awkward smile and drank gratefully. She handed the drink back and he took a swig, then set it down. His fingers combed through her hair. He weaved and wound the strands through his fingers before he finally tucked it behind her ear. All the while, his gaze lazily swept over her body, lingering at her breasts.