Stroke Me (Body Scenes 1)

She was seriously doing this. No backing out now.

Finn opened the backdoor to the stage and she stepped inside the enclosed room. Eric and one of his acrobatics partners were both there. Looking unbelievably hot in head-to-toe green paint that did absolutely nothing to minimize their hard and hunky bodies.

In fact, Annabelle’s breath caught at the sight of them. Olympic gymnasts had nothing on these guys. They were magnificently built. Strong, masculine and virile. Their powerful thighs, washboard abs, thick biceps and rock-hard pectoral muscles were so tempting, it was all Annabelle could do to keep herself from reaching out and touching them. Everywhere!

As her gaze swept over each man from head to toe, she didn’t miss the enormous cocks jutting her way. Full and erect, they made her heart stammer and her pussy throb.

Maybe she was biting off more than she could chew, but oh God! Was she willing to give it her best shot!

“You remember Eric from last night?” Finn said to her, not knowing how well she knew Eric today! “And this is Max.”

She gave a wiggly-fingered wave to both men, not having a breath in her body to move or a coherent thought in her head to speak. At least, not one that wasn’t purely of the “Take me now!” variety.

“Good to see you again, Annabelle,” Eric said with a sweet smile, not giving away their secret.

“Nice to meet you,” Max added.

She smiled at them, her pulse racing, her stomach flipping.

Finn said, “We’re still attaching our bumblebee’s wings, so we’ll bring him in and rig him up to the harness in about ten minutes or so.”

Precisely the amount of time Jessica had said he’d give them in order to work out their “placement”.

“You three get comfy and I’ll be back.” He winked at Annabelle before turning on his booted heels and leaving, closing the stage door behind him.

The loud music coming from the club would make lengthy conversation difficult. With small talk out of the question, she took a step closer to the men. The stage was dimly lit with a soft, golden glow. The rich mahogany walls and the velvet drapes added an elegant flair to their private room. Almost making Annabelle forget they were about to be on public display.

“So,” she said, in hopes of breaking the ice. “Did you all draw straws for positions?”

Her cheeks flushed at her question, but thank God they couldn’t see any pink patches on her skin, because her face was painted.

Eric chuckled. “Something like that.”

“Actually,” Max said, “we determined I was the smaller of the three and we thought I’d be the better choice as your…backdoor leaf.”

She seriously could have died of embarrassment. But she stayed the course. Her gaze dropped to his thick shaft, full and e

rect, before she said, “If that’s considered the smallest in the group…”

Oh my. She was in for quite the triple treat!

Yet even as that thought teased her brain, she couldn’t help but feel a little anxious over having that mammoth cock in such a tight place. Either one of them, actually.

As though sensing her hesitation, Eric took her hand and said, “Don’t worry. We’ll make it work.”

They were both sheathed with condoms. Lubricated, she guessed. Though Eric certainly wouldn’t need the extra moisture in her pussy. She was already dripping wet. Could feel the warm honey ooze between her lips, making her want to cross her legs. She didn’t. The aching in her pussy intensified when his head dipped and he kissed her on the lips. Carefully, because of her paint, and yet… Not so much. As his tongue delved deep and tangled with hers, Annabelle completely lost herself in the moment. She kissed him back. Hungrily. Greedily.

He gripped her hips and pulled her against his hard body, the way he had last night. Possessively. The paint on her body was dry, so she didn’t worry about ruining it. Neither did he, obviously. As she returned his impassioned kiss, she felt Max behind her, his hands moving up her sides and then sliding between her and Eric so he could cup her breasts. He squeezed them roughly, making her moan in Eric’s mouth. Max pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers and thumbs. Tugging on them until they ached in that really good way. In that please-suck-on-them way.

One of Eric’s hands remained on her hip, holding her to him, while the other eased between the fronts of their bodies. The pads of his fingers glided over her pussy lips, rubbing the slick skin forward and back, stroking her with a strong, yet sensual rhythm. When he targeted her clit, caressing it in a circular motion at first before he picked up the pace and fingered her with quick movements, she felt as though the room had started to spin.

Max continued to toy with one hard nipple as his other hand left her breast and cupped her ass cheek. He gave it a gentle smack, making her jump a little. Then his fingers dipped between the cleft of her ass and he stroked up and down until she was practically melting between the two men.

When Max’s hand swept down and forward and two fingers plunged into her wet cunt, Annabelle ripped her mouth from Eric’s and let out a small cry. All the while, his fingers continued to rub her clit as Max’s fingers pumped in and out of her cunt and his other fingers pinched and rolled her nipple.

Annabelle had never been so turned-on. Liquid fire flowed through her veins and a bright blaze flashed in her belly, spreading downward to her cunt, which Max continued to pleasure. The first ripple of excitement danced through her and she let it build.

“You’ve got a tight pussy,” Max whispered in her ear. “Do you want to feel Eric’s cock inside you?”