What She Wants (18 page)

Lord.

He heard the sound of Calleigh’s purse landing with a thud on the floor, and his hat went flying as Pack locked the door behind them, hit the Do Not Disturb button.

Adrian grunted, hands working Pack's belt open, wanting a feel of that cock.

"Fuck, Chook. Good." Packer grinned wildly for him before reaching up to touch Calleigh's breast.

"Hell, yeah." His hand wrapped around that fat prick, started stroking it, base to tip.

"Gonna fuck him, Pack? Take his ass?" Calleigh was a wicked girl.

His wicked girl. God, he loved her more every day.

"Be careful, luv, or it will be your ass I'm after." Pack's grin told Adrian he was going for shock value. It worked.

"Fuck, I've never even done that." Adrian was a little scandalized.

Calleigh cackled. "No, you haven't."

Pack looked a little stunned. "No? Why the fuck not?"

"I--" Adrian flushed all the way to his hairline. "I told you, mate, I never thought of that 'til I met you."

Calleigh kissed his cheek, lips gentle. "Breathe, Ades."

"What?" He grinned, though, his shoulders relaxing. "That would be fun to see."

Packer clapped him on the back. "Hey, if it makes you feel better she can do you with a strap-on first."

"She is standing right here, boys." Calleigh swatted his ass.

"Baby!" He jumped, the sting so good.

"Hmm? You're assuming I'd let either one of you at my ass,” Calleigh murmured.

Packer hummed, squeezing Calleigh up against them, her curves so delicious. "You'd like it, love."

Adrian's mouth was a little dry. "No way I'm letting you do that to her before I get to." No way.

"No? Well, I can always do her the regular way at the same time." Packer leaned in close, going to a stage whisper. "You'd feel me so good."

"I feel you now, Pack." Calleigh moaned though, leaned toward him, rubbed. "Although the whole strap-on thing has serious possibilities."

"It so does. We'll spank his ass first. Get it all red."

Adrian grunted, his fingers squeezing Packer's cock. God, that was hot.

"Mmmhmm. You'll have to give me pointers, Pack." Her fingers were sliding under his balls.

His body went crazy, his cock hard as a rock, his balls drawing up as he went up on tiptoe. "God."

"He's right lovely, all desperate like that, eh?" Pack's eyes were sharp, not missing a thing.

"Yes. He's amazing." Calleigh smiled for him, her nails scoring his skin just the tiniest bit.

Adrian grunted, bucking like he was in the short-go. "Fuck!"

"Look at you, Chook. I think we ought to make you come before Calleigh puts on that dress." Somehow Packer's hand was on Adrian's cock now, instead of the other way around.

"Mmm." Calleigh shoved his jeans down, fingers sliding down his crack, touching him in the best possible way, pushing in.

His body bent in an impossible arc, up on his tiptoes. Thank god Pack was there to keep him upright.

"Let me see if I can do this part right." Her lips burned against his neck. "Consider it practice." Then she pegged his gland.

Adrian shouted, his hips punching up. Packer's fingers slid down to the base of his cock, squeezing hard.

He lost his shit, coming hard, shooting all over Packer's wrist.

"Bloody perfect." Packer kissed him good and hard before letting Calleigh at him.

Calleigh nipped his bottom lip, then kissed him but good. He let her get herself revved, then pulled back. "The dress."

She laughed, throaty and perfect, and swayed over to the bed. She started stripping down and they just stood there, staring at her as she tugged her shirt off over her head. Adrian's mouth felt like someone had sprayed it with quick-dry lacquer. She was amazing. The little mini skirt dropped then, and he saw her ass, tight, pale. Perfect.

"Oh, baby girl. You're fucking beautiful." He loved how her whole body flushed at his words.

Packer sounded like he might be dying, the way he was breathing. "Fucking A."

Then she bent over her suitcase, and Adrian groaned, stepped forward to touch. Who could resist?

Packer caught him. "Shoes, Chook. She promised shoes."

"Uh-huh." Pretty ones that would tilt her ass just so. They'd seen them at lunch, but with the dress... Oh, help. She was sex personified.

She popped into the bathroom, did that thing with the makeup that made her eyes look huge and her lips... Good lord. When she came out, they both went after her, hands out. Calleigh stepped back and her breasts jiggled, the little skirt flaring.

Fuck. Adrian just groaned and moved again, chasing her around the damned room. His best mate helped out, circling around and cutting Calleigh off, that pretty ass meeting pure stud.

"Come on, now, luv. No running." Packer nipped her neck.

"Mmm. Y'all are looking at me like I'm supper."

"Dessert, baby girl. With whipped cream on top."

Packer's hands cupped Calleigh's breasts, showing them off.

Adrian hummed, his body shaking a little with the rising need. She was so perfect. He moved right in, kissing the top swell of one breast. He could smell how much she wanted, felt her heart beating under his lips. He licked the skin, tasting the tiniest bit of her soap.

"Ades. Y'all." God, she was already starting to beg, her voice shaking.

"Our girl." Packer kissed her hard, and Adrian was damned proud of both of them. Fucking over the moon.

Pack reached down, grabbed her leg and spread her, enough to be perverse, hot. Adrian reached down, let his fingers slide between her legs. Wet and slick -- she was like fucking Heaven.

He touched her so good, his hand sliding up to cup her mound with his palm. She made this noise that went right to his balls. Packer groaned, lips on Calleigh’s shoulder, eyes on him. So fucking hot, the pair of them. Made him revved up and ready to go, even though he was the one who'd come.

"Thought..." She pushed against his touch, grinding like the best kind of need was riding her. "Thought you wanted to go out, Ades."

"I do. Did. Whatever. I need you, baby."

"Yeah." She looked at him, licked her lips, moaned a little. "I need."

"Well, come on, then. I need to sit on the bed." Pack tugged and laughed and they all moved to the bed. They got Packer sat, hat off, then Adrian got his sponsor shirt undone. Calleigh was fine dressed as she was. More than fine. She was smokin' hot, and it would be naughty this way. Packer tugged her in between his spread thighs, hands on her ass. She bent to kiss him, and the line of her legs made Adrian's knees soft.

Everything else was hard as a rock and rarin' to go.

He reached out, fingers framing that fine, heart-shaped ass, thumbs sliding along the creases where her thighs started, the silky material sliding on her skin. She was warm, and he could smell her, her body getting ready for them, warming up.

Adrian leaned down, lips on her back where the skin was bare. She was hot, and tasted so good, even with the hint of flowers. His lips slid down, tracing the bumps of her spine, lingering on little hot spots and making her twist, whimper into Packer's mouth.

"So, sweet. So hot." He murmured it against her skin, loving her shivers.

Packer's huge hands were on her breasts now, squeezing, and she teetered forward, then leaned back toward him. It was a delicious game. God, he loved watching her ass. He loved feeling her, too.

Adrian slid his fingers under her dress, moaning as he touched her bare, wet lips. That was like every man's dream, to know that a woman was bare beneath her clothes. Bare, slick, wet, wanting them. Adrian moaned, mouth sliding down her back. He skipped the scrap of fabric covering her ass and pulled her lower half out toward him, away from Packer, who protested a bit.

Those heels were stunning, pushing her sweet ass up and out. Adrian breathed in deep, let his tongue explore her skin.

"Ades..." She was damn near whimpering for him.

"Love the way you taste, baby girl."

"Right here too, luv," Packer drawled, tugging at her, and he could feel her stretch out, like Pack was pulling at her.

"Unbuckle for me, Pack." Jesus, her voice was like honey.

He could hear the clink and scrape of Packer undoing his big buckle, then the whoosh as denim slid down. It was the smell of Packer that made Adrian jerk, though, that and the way Calleigh bent deeper, her lips sliding down Pack's belly.

Pack moaned, and Adrian reached around Calleigh to stroke his hip, licking at her skin as it pressed him more deeply against her. Pack jerked up, and Calleigh moaned, lips wrapping around his cock.

Fuck, that was beautiful. Perfect. He was high on the smell of them, on the taste of Calleigh's sweetness. He could forget everything else and just do this forever.

He buried his head between her legs, tongue sliding along her slit, dragging over her wet skin. He licked, letting her feel every long swipe of his tongue, the hand not on Packer sliding up between her legs.

Calleigh went up on tiptoe, rocking on those shoes, the move spreading her wider. She was like porn, only real and vital and soft and perfect. He loved her so much it hurt his chest. He loved Pack, too, and having them together threatened to make him a puddle of goo.

Pack started talking to them -- grunting and growling, talking about her mouth, his ass. The man was a little obscene on his best behavior. When he was like this, Pack was fairly pornographic.

His fingers found her clit, tugged it, pulled it in time with the laps of his tongue.

"Oh, fuck me, Chook. I can feel what you're doing to her."

Adrian groaned, started licking harder, and he could hear his baby girl, crying out around Packer's cock. Packer grunted, and suddenly they were all moving, him and Packer passing her back and forth.

He stood up, cock screaming to be buried in the sweetest, wettest place on Earth. He gripped Calleigh's hips, tilting her a little more, letting her spread for him. Then he pushed up behind her.

Packer stared at him, face tight in a grimace of pleasure. "Do it, Chook. Take her. Oh, fuck."

"Uh-huh. She's so hot. So wet. Does she feel good, mate? Like Heaven, right?"

His Pack groaned, nodded. "Mouth like a fuckin' dream."

Adrian gritted his teeth against the sudden pleasure when Calleigh's muscles began fluttering around him. Impatient girl. He swatted her once, gently. "Be good now."

Both she and Packer groaned. So he did it again. Mmm. Listen to that. Her skin was so resilient.

Calleigh pushed back into the basket of his hips, rocking onto his cock. Adrian slid forward, moving her toward Packer. It was a give and take, and he loved it.

Packer's hands slid over her shoulders, down to frame her hips. The contrast of those brown hands and the sparkly dress was so erotic he made Adrian pant, made him move even faster.

"That's it. Harder, Chook. She's hungry for us."

"Okay. Okay, yeah." He worked his hips, knowing how Pack liked it, because it was Pack pushing. His girl could go forever. Sweet and slick, burning around his cock, Calleigh was driving him out of his fucking mind. Packer wasn't far behind, groaning and humping into her red lips.

Adrian hated to admit it, but he was about to go off like a rocket. He wasn't going to last, and from the look on Pack's face, his mate was in the same boat. Calleigh was some kind of magic. She surely was.

Packer bit out a filthy string of words, fingers digging into Calleigh's skin as he rode out his short go, their girl hanging on for every buck. Adrian made it through Packer's orgasm, but when Calleigh's began, he lost it, filling her deep.

She held his weight for a few seconds before he had to stand up on his own strength. They all staggered a little, but Pack was the rock, letting both of them lean on him.

Packer grinned at him over Calleigh's back, winked. "Good ride?"

"Hell, yes, mate." The best kind of ride. "You?"

Pack stroked Calleigh's hair. "God, yes."

Calleigh eased Packer back, climbed on top. He grinned up at her, that ridiculously hot smile spreading over his lined face, "Hey, luv."

Adrian loved the way Packer already had it so bad for his girl.

"Mmm. Hey there." She kissed Packer like she meant it, body arching into it.

Packer made this noise, totally male, utterly satisfied, and it made Adrian's spent cock jerk again, trying to struggle back to life.

"Ades. 'mere." She reached for him, dragged him along Packer's side, and offered him her lips.

"Oh, fuck." He took the kiss, tasting Pack, tasting her, hot and salty and sweet. She was everything.

They settled down together, the fringe on her dress tickling. Adrian grinned, rubbing his bristly cheek against hers, his hand finding Packer's skin.

"We could order room service."

"We could. What do we want?" He was easy. He could have dessert or real food.