Satisfying Extortion (The Extortionists 2)

“Fuck me,” Blaez grumbled, feeling his dick shrink an inch or so.

“I will.” Eva went to her knees and gently swung one shapely leg over his hips. “If that’s all you wanted, you should’ve said something.”

“Hang on there a minute.” Blaez gripped her hips and stopped her from sitting on his dick. He didn’t ride bareback with anybody and later, he’d explain why she shouldn’t risk it either.

“We don’t fuck without protection,” Marcus informed her.

“I’m clean and on the pill.”

“So are the broads out there who’ve lived here for over five years,” Marcus said in a gruff voice.

Marcus wasn’t a flowers and romance kind of guy. He couldn’t talk to women, so he used sex for his primary means of communication.

After tossing a box of rubbers on the bed, Marcus undressed. “We’ll put a few of these to good use.”

Eva stared at the protection and Marcus blew out an exaggerated breath. “You have seen condoms before. Haven’t you?”

“Of course,” she replied flippantly. Then she tucked free-falling locks of hair behind her ears and asked, “You like me. Don’t you, boys?”

She’d asked them the same question at least a dozen times. Apparently when Kurt passed out, she’d taken his lack of interest personally.

“You’ll do, kid,” Blaez replied, deciding on a pet name she’d probably appreciate given the fact she sought out praise.

“What’s not to like?” Marcus joined them and immediately dragged her to him. At first, he acted like he might plant a lingering kiss on her lips, but then he pushed down on her shoulders. “Give me head, sweetness. I’m not big on tasting my best friend’s cock.”

Seemingly unmoved by his remark, Eva left a t

rail of kisses on his chest and belly before she caught his dick between her lips and pulled him inside that untrained mouth. She glided up and down, her complete focus reserved for Marcus then.

Blaez parted his legs and relaxed on the bed, finding more pleasure watching Eva with Marcus than he’d enjoyed when she’d been riding him with those full pouty lips. About the time Marcus winced, Blaez easily remembered why.

Her bite was sharp enough to make a man forget the contentment found in an occasional swipe from a velvety tongue.

“Easy there, sweet woman,” Marcus crooned, feeding her his cock again.

Damn if Marcus wasn’t a brave solider in the battle for complete satisfaction. One biting scrape had been enough to last Blaez a lifetime.

Instead of taking Marcus again, Eva released a rough breath and rocked back on her heels. “I’m not doing this right.”

Blaez rolled the condom over his cock and motioned for her. “How many times have you given head, girl?”

“I’m not a girl…or a kid,” she bit out, leaving the mattress. Standing next to the bed, she placed one hand on her hip and extended her leg. The striking pose made Blaez a little hornier and he couldn’t help but stare at the small patch of damp hair nestled between her legs. He preferred his women waxed but a little fuzz didn’t necessarily turn him off.

Marcus shot Blaez a disapproving glance. Yep, he sure enough understood what was on Blaez’s mind. He was all but willing him not to ask her the twenty-one “stroke or no-stroke” question.

“How old are you, Eva?”

“Damn it, Blaez. You just had to—”

“I’m twenty-seven,” Eva stated flatly. “What? Did you think I was younger?”

She pushed those toffee-colored locks over her shoulder and shifted her upper body as if she were deliberately trying to make her tits jiggle. “So much for making a good impression on the two of you.”

“Oh, but you have,” Blaez assured her, his dick lengthening as he thought about the tight squeeze of her pussy fastening around his cock. She was of age but she damn sure didn’t have any significant talent or multi-partner experience.

He wouldn’t feel the least bit guilty. There was no shame in having a good time with a woman who was mature enough to handle the truth. Threesomes wouldn’t up the ante in some sort of long-term arrangement. Fucking more than one man didn’t swing the odds in favor of the woman who was willing to spread her legs for several bed partners at one time.

A young woman often came up with crazy notions after she took a few fellows to bed. He and Marcus had actually been questioned in the past. One good time girl once told them she expected a ring, proposal, and wedding bells in her future. When the dirty deed was done, she’d asked them, “Which one of you will be my husband and which one is the sidekick?”