Sir Loin of Beef (Grade-A Beefcakes 1)

KAITLYN

Hell no. I wanted them to kiss me and touch me and make my glasses fog.

And Mr. Big did the kissing. My eyes fell closed. The kiss was gentle at first, then his tongue slipped in—I wasn’t going to keep him out—and found mine. He tasted like mint.

When he finally lifted his head, started kissing along my jaw, I felt his whiskers. The slight abrasion was a tactile reminder of his… maleness. So was his huge length pressing into me. I whimpered again and I clenched my pussy, feeling empty. I all but melted.

Mr. Big’s hand slipped into my opened blouse and cupped my breast. He lifted his head enough to meet my eyes, give a dark smile. “Lace and satin, just like your panties. What else are you hiding underneath your prim exterior?”

I stiffened at that.

“Angel, that’s not an insult,” he continued as his thumb absently stroked over my hardened nipple. “I like unwrapping presents… and you’re the sweetest gift, I’m sure. Besides, I like knowing you’re covered for other men and yet you allow the two of us to see you. One. Button. At. A. Time.”

Bartender just grunted as his fingers slipped under the back of my panties.

“I like… god, I um, like lingerie.”

They were pleased… surprised even, by my sexy undies. I might be staid on the outside, but beneath, I loved to wear pretty panties and bras. There wasn’t much splurge money in my budget, but I was always on the lookout for a good sale. It had been a while since a man had seen them, and even though Roger had only kissed me, he’d thought I needed to lose weight, clearly too fat to wear sexy things. These guys seemed the opposite. The

y seemed to like everything they saw… kissed and/or touched. Bartender had even said I belonged to them.

I didn’t even know their names! I wasn’t going to ask right now, not with one man’s hand on my breast, the other’s on my bottom. I wasn’t going to distract them at their task at pleasuring me. Nope. I wanted every dang bit of what they were doing. I’d get their names later.

I was safe with them; I could feel it. They’d dragged me off somewhere private, but not completely alone. There were about two hundred people just past the door. And Ava knew where I was. I had no doubt she’d be checking in with the wait staff or the other bartenders. Besides, everyone had seen them carry me off.

Mr. Big’s thumb slid back and forth over my nipple and it tightened further. “I like it, too. Fuck, too much.”

His free hand cupped my pussy, easily accessible since Bartender had tugged my skirt up above my waist. “The panties match the bra, don’t they?”

When his fingers brushed over me, I gasped.

“Yes!” I could have been answering his question or telling him he was doing A-OK.

God, I was close to coming. I was standing between two men—strangers—with their hands on me. Both had their hands on me.

And I was letting them. Not just letting them, I wanted it.

“Please,” I begged.

My hips shifted involuntarily, back and forth, not sure if I wanted more of the hand touching me from the front or from the back.

I was trying to get them to work me more—harder, faster. Mr. Big took the hint and a finger slid along the lacy edge of my panties, then beneath.

“Fuck, you’re soaked. All this is for us.”

I nodded as they both took hold of the skimpy fabric and slid it down over my hips and let it fall about the tops of my cowboy boots.

Bartender hissed out a breath. “Oh, we’re going to have fun with this ass.”

Mr. Big stepped back, looked down at me, bare from the waist down. “Oh, Angel, you’re so perfect.”

Unerringly, his hand moved back between my thighs and found my clit, circled it, then moved to my entrance and one finger slipped inside.

“Look how your pussy takes my finger. I can’t wait to watch as my dick disappears inside you. It’s going to pull back out coated in all your sticky honey.”

He began to work me as he talked, fucking me with his finger as his thumb… oh god, found my clit again, brushed it with expert precision to get me close to coming.

I cried out, my hands going to his shirt and holding on.