Here Comes Trouble (Trouble, Tennessee 0.50)

Her pussy tightened around his fingers and she bowed her back, loving the hot mouth circling her nipple and the searing gazes she caught from Ryan and Allister, too.

Bradley pumped his fingers inside her, fucking her manually as he mashed his cock against her ass. “Talk to me, Ellie.”

She could barely breathe, let alone speak. “Do it. Please. Make me come, Bradley. Make me scream.”

“Oh he’ll make you scream, baby,” Allister said. “But none of us are in any hurry tonight.”

Derek grabbed hold of her waist then and slammed her lower body against his. He sucked and pulled at her sensitive nipples, making her moan and cry out with bliss and pain, a mix of so many forbidden pleasures.

She rocked against Bradley, rubbing her ass all over his cock. She was dying to feel the hard flex of his dick pressing between her cheeks as he sought out and found her pulsing hole.

“Keep that up, sugar, and I’m playing around back before they ever come at ya from the front.”

“Promises, promises,” she crooned.

Derek peered over her shoulder and nodded at Bradley.

“I knew you or Allister would go first tonight.”

“Is that what you want, Ellie?” His throaty voice sounded as sexy as sin and as tempting as forbidden fruit.

“I want all of you inside me, stroking me, loving me.”

“Not me,” Allister said. “I want to watch. I want to remember everything about this moment.”

She couldn’t help but notice the tight corded veins in Allister’s neck. It was killing him to share her, killing him to know that there was no way any of them would ever let her go or any way she would consider it. At the same time, she knew he loved it. He craved seeing her with his friends, watching her as she took one and then another and then one more.

“You gonna step aside too, Ryan?” Derek deviled him.

“Seniority and all that.” Ryan unhooked his belt, released his zipper, and parted the front of his boxers. He tugged his cock free and stroked, watching as Derek shucked her slacks and went to the floor with them.

“You might as well get comfortable down there,” Allister said, chuckling.

Derek trailed her leg with kisses before backing up. Ryan pushed the small desk forward, shooting her a suggestive wink.

“You okay, baby?” Bradley kissed her back. “Tell me.” He pushed his hand between her thighs and twirled his fingers around her opening. “Talk to me, Ellie. Are you nervous, scared, or just plain excited?”

“Yes, excited,” she whimpered, massaging his rigid length with her bottom.

“Where do you want me to take you?” Bradley pushed his hand under her cunt and thrust his fingers in and out, twirling them deeper and then withdrawing long enough to swirl them around her opening.

“Right there. Oh God. Yes. Right there.” She blinked back the pleasure riding in for her, determined to enjoy the touching, the intimate caresses. She wanted this to last and last.

“Here? You want him right here?” Derek kissed her mound and tongued her clit. “You have to tell us what you want, vixen.”

Her mouth watered and she leaned over the desk, eager to taste Ryan’s excitement. She longed to feel him sliding across her tongue, grinding against her throat.

Ryan rubbed his cockhead across her lips and she rose to her elbows, stretching out in front of Bradley as she ran her fingers up and down Ryan’s shaft.

“I want…” Her gaze hopped from Allister to Derek and back to Allister again. “I want an assembly line.”

“You do?” Allister laughed. “You mean a train?”

“Maybe,” she purred, shaking her hips. “Is that so bad?”

Bradley smacked her ass and the resounding pop left her with a multitude of sensations rushing up and down her spine. “You like being spanked?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice quivering. “I like the burn, the way it makes my pussy hot.”