Tri-Tip (Grade-A Beefcakes 3)

He hopped to his feet, moved closer. She glanced up at him in surprise, but remained in position.

“You like it when three men look at you,” he said. As if it were too painful otherwise, he opened his jeans, reached in and pulled out his dick. It was hard as a rock and pre-cum dripped from the slit. When Parker licked her lips, I knew she hadn’t missed his obvious need for her.

Gus’s jaw clenched as he stroked his length, slow at first then faster.

“That silk’s soaked. We can see every bit of your pussy lips, how hard your clit is.”

He reached out, ran a finger over the gusset of her panties. Her hips bucked but she remained in place. She gasped and I groaned.

“Fuck, I’m going to come just seeing that little birth mark again. I want to get between those thighs and kiss it.” He breathed deep as he worked his dick. “Fuck, I can smell your pussy all hot and sugary from here.”

“Gus,” she moaned, wiggling her hips, wanting him to do more. Fuck yes.

That was all it took and Gus came on a growl. “Fuck, pixie.”

His cum spurted from him and he moved so it landed on her upturned ass, stained her panties.

She looked up at him again, now with hooded eyes, flushed cheeks. “Are you going to fuck me now?”

“You want that, don’t you?” he asked, pumping the last of the cum from his balls. “To be fucked in front of Poe and Kemp? To let them see how needy your pussy is?”

She nodded. Oh shit, she was so fucking perfect. Upturned ass, Gus’s cum in stripes across it, soaked panties, pussy lips outlined. I was going to come in my jeans.

“Can’t, pixie. There’s no time for what we want to do to you. With three men fucking you, a lunch quickie won’t do it. We all have to get back to work. Besides, we don’t have any condoms.”

She whimpered, wiggled some more as if it would bring friction to her clit.

I had my hand on my dick over my jeans, rubbing it, trying to ease the ache, but I knew it wouldn’t go away until I was balls deep in that hot pussy.

“Take those soaked panties down,” he added. “Show us how wet you are for all three of us. Then you’ll work your clit and we’ll watch you come.”

She shifted with eagerness to get off and began to push the skimpy fabric off her hips, then lower. The silk clung to her pussy from all that sticky arousal. Before we could see more than her pale, upturned ass, the radio on her hip beeped once, then again, and a dispatcher’s voice shut down our little show. She had new orders, and they weren’t from the three of us.

Fuck.

5

POE

* * *

“It figures,” I grumbled, leaning against the counter in the small lab we had between patient rooms. I’d just finished with a German Shepherd with mild hip dysplasia. Kemp was looking at a slide under a microscope for worms. Gus had a lull between appointments and was drinking a cup of coffee. “The woman of my dreams, the one who’d said she wanted all three of us, the one you shot your load all over, who almost showed us her pussy, is a fucking cop.”

Kemp glanced up at me and grinned. “So? What does that have to do with anything but her being totally into all of us, and having handcuffs readily available?”

That was a definite perk, but not the point. “It doesn’t bother you she was bent over the counter showing us her wet panties, getting off on having Gus jack off all over her, then had to go on a call?”

They stared at me with a look I recognized. They thought I was crazy.

“She’s the sheriff. She responds to emergencies,” Gus replied. “It’s not like she planned to tease us with seeing her pussy then run out the door. She left all hot and bothered.”

That was a total cock tease—knowing she was out there somewhere horny as hell and with Gus’s cum all over her panties. My balls ached because of it. It wasn’t that though. They still didn’t get it.

“Yeah, but people are idiots. Dangerous idiots. I don’t care if it’s her job. Doesn’t mean I have to like it,” I told him.

Gus pinned me with a serious stare. “She’s not going to care about your past. If that’s what you’re worried about.”

I waved off his words. “Care about my stint in juvie? That isn’t my problem.”