Spin Devil

There was a sharp spark of desperation in Cleo’s eyes as she watched Luella daintily set her hand in his bigger one. He lifted her to her feet with an effortless tug and with slow, precise movements that meant he did this sort of thing very often—more often than Cleo would like to know—began to remove Luella’s clothing.

He pulled the pink cotton top over her head then kissed her lips while his hands worked on the button of her tight blue jeans. Luella wore no bra, and her breasts heaved as she bent and helped him undress her. Her jeans dropped to her ankles with a soft whoosh. Standing in all her splendor, wearing only a flimsy pair of panties, Luella stepped out of her jeans and toward the glorious man before her.

“Nice,” Sebastian whispered, eyeing her appreciatively.

Luella moaned when his hand disappeared into the soft silk fabric of her panties. Cleo’s throat went dry, and although the hold of the men beside her had slackened around her wrists, she was too engrossed in the scene unfolding to even notice.

“You’re so wet, so slippery, baby,” Sebastian said in a hot, husky voice.

Luella’s answer was a deep, loud moan and a thrust of her hips against Sebastian’s probing hand.

“Bas, please,” Luella begged, rubbing her breasts against his chest and rocking her pelvis against the onslaught of his hand.

“In a moment, sweetheart…but first things first.”

He took Luella’s shoulders and turned her around to face Cleo. He stood behind her, a whole head taller than she was, and Cleo was helpless but to watch the slow movement of his lips as they grazed Luella’s earlobe while his hands cupped her breasts from behind. His fingers were long and tapered, his hands big and sleek, easily managing to cup the whole flesh of Luella’s perfect silicone breasts.

“Do you see this, Cleo?” he asked softly, his eyes boring into hers. His thumbs ran circles around Luella’s areolas. “This is what I want to do to you.”

He buried his face in Luella’s neck and nuzzled it with his lips while one of his hands traveled down past her navel, sinking into her panties once again. Cleo could clearly see the movement of his finger beneath the shimmering white fabric. It rose and stretched as the lean limb of his finger slowly thrust inside her. Moaning, Luella threw her head back, her long blonde-streaked hair falling over Sebastian’s shoulder.

“See, Cleo? She likes it. So will you.”

Cleo’s energy was now solely directed into fighting the wild, consuming ardor burning inside her. She met Sebastian’s compelling black eyes and remained silent as she watched him slowly pull away from Luella and begin to undress. She could feel his gaze engulfing her, slowly shredding away her decency, her morale, until everything she felt was nothing short of animal.

“Take off your panties, sweetheart,” he uttered to Luella.

In her hurry, Luella was faster than he was, flushed and eager to be taken by him, while Sebastian took his time. When Cleo finally saw him fully naked, his clothes discarded over the sand, she swore she hated him more than ever before.

He was perfection, as tempting as sin itself. His was a body worthy of a centerfold, no airbrushing needed, no cropping or pasting. Just as he was. Tall, lean and muscled. His skin was tight over his muscles and deeply tanned, gleaming against the flickering lanterns like polished gold. Cleo all but gaped at the curves of his biceps and arms, the hardness of his pectorals, the lean, muscled valley of his stomach.

And then his cock, standing tall and proud from a mat of hair as dark as his eyes. It was a weapon, one used to claim and conquer, and to have the honor of sheltering it, to sheathe and nurture it, had to be in its very own way a small piece of heaven. Cleo remembered thinking of it, dreaming of it, wanting it madly and to no reason.

She hadn’t wanted to want him. Of the hundreds of men she’d met in her life, Sebastian was the last man she’d ever wanted to fall for. He was everything she’d been taught to avoid, everything she?

?d stayed away from her whole life. There was nothing honorable about him.

If only her body would listen.

Suddenly Haley joined them. When Sebastian cupped Luella’s hips from behind and slid his cock inside her, Haley knelt behind him, lowered herself between his long, powerful legs and slowly began to suck on the big, heavy balls dangling temptingly above her.

“Whatever you do, Haley baby, don’t stop,” Sebastian said in a low, raspy voice, his words earning him a soft little moan and a long, thorough lick to the balls from the eager Haley, who’d closed her eyes and was kissing and nipping his sac like a starved person. As if suffering from a deadly fever, Luella bent forward and brusquely shoved back her ass to receive his length completely.

For some reason Cleo was simply not aware of, Sebastian’s eyes never left her. Even when she’d been absorbed studying every inch of his naked body, she’d felt his piercing black eyes on her. And now, as he rhythmically slid his throbbing cock inside Luella, shoving his hips against her buttocks and making her breasts bounce from the force of his thrusts while Haley pleased him from underneath, he had eyes only for Cleo.

She couldn’t stand it, the heat of his gaze, the dark proposal in it.

Cleo closed her eyes to block the image but when she did, she found that the sight of Sebastian taking Luella from behind had been indelibly branded onto her retinas. Luella screamed like a she-cat and Cleo found little comfort in the pitch-blackness of her closed eyelids, for it was impossible to block their sounds. Her brain conjured up images as she listened to Sebastian’s harsh, deep breaths, Luella’s hussy little moans and Haley’s low, savoring whimpers.

A moan tore from Cleo’s chest when a pair of lips closed around her nipple. Her eyes opened to find David bending to take the other nipple into his mouth while Jason licked and suckled the one he’d found first. Jason groaned in agony, as if he were in a terrible amount of pain, and then she realized he’d pulled out his dick and was slowly stroking himself.

Cleo felt her sex tighten at the onslaught. Two tongues circling her nipples, two hungry mouths suckling her breasts.

“Do you like this, Cleo?” David murmured against the flesh of her breast. “Would you like us to kiss you? Pleasure you?”

She whimpered in answer and at the deep wanton sound, they both groaned, the vibrations on her flesh sending waves of pleasure through her body in torrents.

Her eyes fell on Sebastian’s powerful form, his hips slamming against Luella’s buttocks while she yelped in heat and need and want. Haley was now cupping his buttocks and grazing the thin skin of his balls with her teeth, slightly tugging, and Cleo watched Sebastian close his eyes and groan deep with pleasure.