I moan over Parker’s cock as Mason slides his finger inside my ass, a bonfire of ecstasy inside of me. My mouth, my pussy, my ass—everything in me is being ravaged by them, and I fucking love it. There’s no other way to put it.
I take Parker’s cock out of my mouth as my body trembles in ecstasy once again, a pure avalanche of destructive pleasure taking my by assault. I never even knew I could survive pleasure such as this. Fuck, I didn’t even know it was possible to feel something as good as this!
Screaming through my gritted teeth, I push my ass back against Mason as I move my hand up and down Parker’s cock as fast as I can. I use my last strengths to give these men the prize they deserve, sweat dripping down my forehead as I rock my body back and forth.
“Come for me,” I moan, looking at Parker straight in the eyes. It doesn’t take more than that just these three words and I feel his cock twitching hard against my fingers. I launch myself forward, taking him in my mouth in the exact moment cum gushes out of him in a torrent He spasms over my tongue, his cum filling me up as Mason grabs my ass hard and pierces me with a violent final thrust. I shiver, the twitching of Mason’s cock inside my pussy almost too much for me to bear.
Both my mouth and pussy are drenched in cum, and I can’t think of anything that could possibly be better than this. I remain still as both men empty themselves inside of me, their juices coating my insides eagerly. Each spasm of their cock sends ripples through my body, each and every one of my muscles twitching in a feverish response.
As I feel Mason pulling out of me, I allow Parker’s cock to slide out of my mouth as well. I sit up on the table, my legs dangling over the edge as my heart beats rapidly inside of my chest, and swallow. Parker’s saltiness burns down my throat as I feel Mason’s cum dripping down my legs, and I can’t help but to grin in pure delight
This … this was absolute perfection.
I close my eyes, wanting to shut the real world out. Even though there’s the Sienna situation to take care of, right now that’s the least of my concerns.
Right now, all I want to do is surrender to the pleasure coursing through me.
Chapter 9
Derek
What has Cara done to me?
After what happened back at the bar I can’t stop thinking about her. Her scent has wrapped itself around my brain, and I can’t close my eyes without being assaulted by memories of her naked body. Even my nights have been restless; I dream of her lips, of the way my hands fit perfectly on her hips, and of how it felt to hear her cries of pleasure…
I’ve been waking up with a fucking hard-on every single morning.
So when she called me and told me to swing by her apartment, I simply had to take the night off. I had just arrived at the bar, but I didn’t even think about it; I just told someone to cover for me, and I bolted out the door as fast as I could.
Stopping in front of her apartment building now, I grab my cellphone and dial her number. “I’m downstairs,” I tell her, and then there’s a buzzer and the lock on door jumps out of place.
“Alright,” I whisper to myself, my heart already galloping inside my chest. As I step inside the elevator, I can’t help but think of my lips on hers again. If there’s one thing I’m sure of, it's that I’m going to lose all control once I step inside her apartment. Usually I let my brain do the thinking, but right now my cock is sitting behind the steering wheel.
As the elevator stops on her floor, I head toward her door and rap my knuckles against it, already smiling as I anticipate the dirty fun we’re going to indulge in over the next few hours.
“Derek,” she greets me as she opens the door, an easy smile on her face. She’s wearing a simple blue dress, one that allows for just a hint of cleavage, but that’s enough to make my blood start boiling right away. “Glad you could join us.”
“Of course I’d —” I start to say as I take a step toward her, ready to place one hand on her waist and kiss her. But then the words catch on my throat as I finally process what she just said: glad you could join us. Who the hell is us?
As I raise my gaze and look over her shoulder, I stop dead in my tracks as I realize that there are two men in her living room.
Mason has taken over her couch, his arms thrown over the headrest, and he’s staring at me with that cocky grin of his. He’s a good guy but, shit, that ego is big enough to blot out the sun.
The other guy has his back turned to me, but his figure immediately reminds me of someone. He’s wearing dress pants and a crisp white shirt, nothing too flashy, but he looks as if he was born inside the fabric of those clothes. As he turns around, I just have to glance at his chiseled jawline once to figure out who he is: Parker Taylor, Naughty Angel’s main model and one of Abby’s most trusted advisers.
I’ve never met him before, but who the hell hasn’t heard about Parker Taylor? He took the romance cover industry by storm, and he made money, hand over fist, in the process. Last I heard of him, he had set up base at the Mandarin Oriental. While I’m still charging $600 per cover and tending bar to make ends meet, this guy is livin’ it up like some kind of Eight-Pack God. I have women throwing themselves at my feet every hour of the day, but I shudder to think about the amount of pussy a guy like him must get.
“Derek,” Cara starts, grabbing my hand and pulling him inside the apartment. “You already know Mason,” she continues, waving one hand at him. “And this is Parker.”
“Hey, man. I’ve heard about you,” he says as he offers me his hand. “You’ve got a promising career ahead of you.”
“Thanks,” I merely reply, not really sure of what’s happening in there. I mean, I was just looking forward to a night of the Sex Olympics, and now I’m stuck in an apartment with two more dudes. And to top things off, Cara definitely looks as if she’s too….comfortable around these two.
For a shy girl who couldn’t ditch her spineless boyfriend, she’s definitely shaking things up.
“Alright, now that the introductions are made,” Mason says, going up to his feet and clapping his hands together, “let’s dive straight into fucking business.”
“What’s this about?” I ask them, looking around the room. Deep down, though, I already have an idea about what they want to talk about. “Is this about Sienna?”