Even Better (Stripped 2.50)

He asks me, not Blue.

“Do you want to?” I manage, still breathless, still hurting. Still humping Blue’s fingers.

“God, no,” West says, voice tight. Body tight. He looks like he’s about to snap right in half. “I want to help Blue finish that job, even if he doesn’t need it. I want to kneel down in front of you and taste that cream you’re making for him.”

I shudder. Oh God. Blue can already drive me crazy with his words. Now West is here. I

’d never survive. I’d love every second, but I’d never survive.

“But I’m not going to,” West says, and I can’t help the relief I feel. Can’t help the disappointment either. “Maybe one day you’ll invite me to taste you, and I’ll wait until then—even if that day never comes. Tonight I’m just going to sit here and watch the most gorgeous fucking sight I’ve ever seen.”

His praise washes over me, mixing with Blue’s approval. I’ve been used and groped in the Grand. I’ve even been put up on a pedestal by some poor sap with more money than sense. I’ve never been seen for what I am, never been worshipped wearing only a bra and cutoff shorts.

Never had two powerful men so intent on my pleasure.

“Come,” Blue whispers in my ear. It’s just for me, that command. I couldn’t ignore it any more than I could stop a tidal wave. It washes over me, and then I’m tumbling, long gone, adrift in the heady orgasm while I watch West through sated eyes.

He leans forward as I come—not to touch me. He just rests his elbows on his knees, gaze intent, soaking up every second of my orgasm, like he’s storing the images away for later.

That’s all he’ll have, images.

My body is still shaking from aftershocks when Blue hauls me out of the chair. He slaps my ass. “Bedroom.”

I love it when he gets all caveman, but I can barely walk. My legs are wobbly. And besides, are we going to leave West high and dry?

“Now,” Blue growls.

Apparently we are. I’m still weak, but I manage to stagger to the bedroom with Blue not far behind. He slaps my ass a couple more times to speed me up.

He shuts the door to shut us in then strides across the room.

I shift, looking at the closed door. “Is West going to be okay?”

“He’s a big boy,” Blue says, tossing a pillow on the bed. Then another, right on top of it. “Now get the rest of your clothes off.”

I comply without giving it another thought, even though I’m still stuck on the West thing. “He seemed pretty hard up. That little show might’ve been more mean than helpful.”

Blue stares at me hard before a slow smile spreads across his face. “You want to do more with West, don’t you?”

My cheeks heat. “No.”

“Fuck yes, you do. But not tonight. He can fuck his fist tonight and dream about the pussy I’m getting.” He pats the pile of pillows. “Now bend over. You’re going to need the support.”

A jolt of pure lust has me rushing to obey. I feel so exposed when he props me up this way, my ass and pussy on display. And I’m even more vulnerable when he gets behind me and slides his cock inside. My mouth opens on a silent scream. As much as I crave his fullness, it’s still a shock every time.

He drapes his chest over my back, and it’s like I’m being held down. Even if I got myself into this, it makes me want to fight. And I do squirm, testing my boundaries, seeing how much give I have. Not much.

“Shhh.” Blue runs a hand down my side, from my breasts to my thigh, like I’m an animal he’s soothing. Or like an animal he’s training. “Relax, beautiful. This isn’t going to be quick.”

I don’t tell him that I thought it would be. I’m so worked up even though I just came, and he’s rock hard inside me. I figured we’d fuck fast and furious—and at first that’s what we do. He pushes inside me, deep and merciless, more focused on getting himself off than me. He doesn’t touch my clit. He just uses my pussy to pleasure his cock.

He comes with a low groan. “Fuck, baby.”

My hips work against his, trying to get off in the precious minutes before he pulls out. A rough slap on my ass makes me freeze.

“We’re not done,” he says, and only then do I realize he’s still hard inside me. Even though my walls are bathed in his come, even though he has my hips slanted so it’ll slide down into me, the right way, he’s still fucking. I squeeze my muscles, and he grunts in appreciation.

“How are you doing this?” I moan, clutching the sheets in my fists. I’m about halfway to collapsing, only the pillows holding me up. He’s still hard and thrusting and furious behind me.