Sir Loin of Beef (Grade-A Beefcakes 1)

Bartender’s teeth nipped at my ear.

I was hot all over, lost. Wild. Needy. I’d never felt like this before, so aroused from just what they’d done… and it hadn’t been all that much. And at the same time, it was more erotic than anything I’d ever experienced.

They were so good and still fully clothed.

Shifting his hand, Mr. Big circled my clit with his thumb some more and slipped a second finger to join the first in my pussy. The wet sound of it filled the room, and I went up onto my tiptoes.

He continued the movement of his thumb and found a spot inside me that had me gasp.

“I’m going to come,” I said in a rush, surprising myself at the swiftness of it. Of how ready I’d been.

“Yes, you are.” Mr. Big pinched my nipple and the little bite of pain was intense. Surprising since I really, really liked it. “And we’re going to watch.”

That pushed me over, knowing they were doing this to me, would watch me and see their swift success.

“Shh,” he murmured when I started to cry out. “Those sounds are just for us, angel.”

I bit my lip as I came, my inner walls clenching down on his fingers. I could feel how wet I was, and I knew I’d coated his palm. My hips bucked, my muscles tightened with the most amazing orgasm of my life.

His fingers slowed, then stilled before he pulled his hand free. Bartender’s hand stroked up and down my back. Gently, soothingly. I leaned my forehead against Mr. Big’s chest and caught my breath. Smiled. It couldn’t be helped. I felt sooo good.

Finally, I looked up at him, but he was all blurry. “My glasses did fog,” I commented. They were quickly clearing in the cool air.

“Like I said, just a taste.” Lifting his slick fingers to his mouth, Mr. Big licked off all my arousal. “Once more, angel,” he said.

“But you didn’t… I mean, both of you didn’t, don’t you want—”

“Baby, this is all about you,” Bartender said. “What we just did was a little fast, hell, yeah, but seeing what you look like when you come, knowing we’re the ones who put that dazed look in your eyes, the flush in your cheeks—”

“Sweet cream all over my hand,” Duke added, licking his fingers some more.

“—was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. No matter what my dick thinks, I—”

“We,” Duke clarified.

“—we have no intention of fucking you tonight. Not in my office. I want you in my bed where we can get you between us and go at it all night.”

All night. I squirmed, feeling how slick my thighs were, how empty I felt.

I turned so one was on either side of me. I looked down, glanced at the clear bulges in their jeans. Still feeling the effects of my orgasm, I reached out with both hands and put my palms on them.

Huge. Thick. Long. I felt both their dicks grow as I rubbed through their jeans.

Neither stopped me and Bartender worked open his belt buckle.

“You want to get your hands on a nice, big dick, baby?”

I licked my lips, eager to feel him.

“Yes.”

I pulled my hand back and watched as he opened his jeans, reached in and pulled out—

God. He was big with a pulsing vein running up the long length. The crown was flared and a drop of pre-cum beaded the tip. He held the base in a tight grip, but still, inches upon inches thrust out toward me above it.

“You can get your hands on us, get marked with our cum, but we’re not claiming that pussy until we get you in a bed,” Mr. Big said.

I liked that idea, but I liked the idea of making them come, too. To see them lose their tight control and know I’d had that power over them.