Forbidden Heat

The warbling sound of the phone ringing interrupted her. It rang again and Jake leaned back, then handed her the receiver.

“Hello?”

An automated voice informed her it was 8:30 A.M. and this was her wake-up call. Oh, damn, she had to catch her flight at 11:30 A.M. She still had to pack and get breakfast and . . . She handed the phone back to Jake.

“I have to get up. My flight . . .”

Trey cupped her breast and lifted, then sucked lightly on her nipple. “Jake and I are already up.” He nuzzled her neck. “Do you have to go right this second?”

“Well, I . . .” She glanced at the clock. She did have three hours. If she got dressed fast, and just threw her stuff in the suitcase . . . “Maybe if I skip breakfast.”

Jake stroked her back and kissed her ear. “It’s an overrated meal anyway.”

She tugged on Trey’s cock. “I’m ready now. How about we get the ball rolling?”

Her cheeks flushed as her fingertips brushed his balls. She hadn’t intended the pun.

Jake’s fingers slipped between her legs and stroked inside her. “She’s definitely ready.” He moved and she rolled onto her back. Trey climbed over her, and his cockhead nudged her slick opening.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt like fast and furious right now.

“Do it hard and fast, Trey.”

He grinned. “My pleasure.”

He thrust forward, impaling her with his hard broad cock.

“Ohhh,” she moaned.

He stretched her and filled her. She squeezed him, wanting to pull him even deeper inside.

He drew back and thrust forward again.

“Yes, oh, Trey, yes.”

He thrust again and again. Pleasure swept through her. She wrapped her legs around his and arched forward, taking him in even deeper.

Jake stroked her breasts as he watched Trey’s cock drive into her. Jake leaned forward, his hair brushing across her ribs, and sucked on her nipple, sending electrical sensations rampaging through her as she shot off to heaven. Every cell exploded in a burst of ecstasy.

Trey thrust, then held her tight to his body as he erupted inside her. He kissed her lightly on the mouth, then drew out of her body.

“Ready for more, sweetheart?” Jake asked.

She smiled up at him and just nodded. His cock slipped inside her, reaching deeper than Trey’s, and then he began to thrust. Not as fast as Trey, and he did a little spiral thing that caressed her vagina in a wonderfully tantalizing way. He pushed into her, picking up speed until he was like a jackhammer filling her with speed and determination. Suddenly, she shot off the deep end again, blissfully exploding into another intense orgasm.

As she clung to him, she wondered how she’d be able to return to her life without Trey and Jake. She felt so special in their arms—what woman wouldn’t?—and being with them like this had been a dream of hers for so long. How could she just walk away?

Danielle glanced around the room—her gaze taking in the clothes strewn around the floor—with a look of panic on her face.

“You go take your shower. Don’t worry about this,” Trey said.

Fifteen minutes later, when she stepped from the bathroom, tying the terry robe around her waist, she found her suitcase zipped and placed by the front door. Her carry-on sat on the luggage stand, neatly packed but open.

“I assume you have some things in the bathroom to add,” Trey said as he saw her glance at the case.

She nodded, amazed at what the men had accomplished in such a short time. Trey wore his shirt and pants, and his jacket and tie were laid neatly across the back of the desk chair. Jake, and his clothes, seemed to be gone.

“Where’s Jake?”