Between the Sheets (9781476775807) Page 8

  “Hmm. I love the sound of that.” He places his empty glass on the tray, taking another one full of bubbly. “So who’s the man I’ve watched you work the party with?” I tell him it’s my husband. He grins and nods his head in approval. “Aah. And he doesn’t want to join us?”

  “Not at the moment.” My gaze, full of fire and hot desire, skims his body, pausing over what looks like a growing bulge, thick and heavy. “But he will, trust.”

  He grins. “I look forward to it. The more the merrier.” He pulls in his bottom lip, slow and seductively.

  I give him a knowing smile. “So, what shall we drink to?” I ask, reaching up and pulling the diamond hairclip from my hair, letting my hair cascade over my shoulders.

  “Why not to a night full of endless possibilities,” he says with a wink.

  I toss my hair, shamelessly flirting with this fine hunk of man. “Well, my husband and I”—I nod my head over in Marcel’s direction—“would love to end the night with you in our bed.”

  He waits a beat, then glances over in Marcel’s direction, lifting his flute. Marcel returns the gesture, along with a head nod. He smiles, returning his attention to me.

  “Oh, and what an endless night of possibilities it shall be.” His eyes scan my entire body, from head to toe. “I have a thing for pretty feet,” he says, licking his lips. “And beautiful, open-minded women.”

  I grin, holding his gaze. “And I have a thing for fine men who aren’t afraid to indulge their desires. That’s a real turn-on. What are your desires, uh…I didn’t get your name.”

  He grins back. “I didn’t give it. Names aren’t necessary. Just know I’m a freak, here looking for a good time. And I have a whole lot of energy for more than one round.”

  “Okay, Mister No Name Freak Looking For A Good Time, what do you desire tonight?”

  He glances back over at Marcel, who is being entertained by two buxom vixens wearing nothing but glitter and gold body paint over their gym-Pilate-toned bodies.

  A sly smile eases over my moist lips as I eye Marcel slide both his hands in between each of their legs. The two sex kittens lean in and kiss. And I swallow, imagining the feel of their warm flesh against his fingers, imagining the taste of their wetness on my own fingers, on my tongue.

  A vision of sharing the two vixens with Marcel causes my pussy to spasm and my nipples to peak hard.

  “For starters,” Caramel says, bringing my attention back to him, “to answer your question. I desire a night with you.” He tears his stare from mine, glancing over at Marcel. “And him. But for now…” He eyes my feet again. “I’d like to taste them pretty toes.” He slides his lusty gaze back up to meet mine. “Then lick you to climax.”

  My breath catches.

  Then, without another word, he’s whisking me off outside toward a row of cushion-padded benches. The backyard is dimly lit with gaslight sconces and tiki torches.

  The walls of my pussy literally tremble as I watch this tall, sculpted hunk of a caramel-coated man gulp down the rest of his drink, then drop on one knee, unfasten the straps of my heels, remove them, then gently fold his large hands around my ankles, lift a foot to his face. He kisses my feet with warm lips. Then runs his tongue along my arch, kissing the tips of my toes, then putting them into his mouth. I can’t help but moan as his tongue slides around, and in between, each toe as his hands slip up the back of my calves, my thighs, then back down. He sinks all five of my toes inside his mouth. And I feel myself melting into the sensation. Erotic and sensual, my clit tingles.

  I arch forward, aching for him, devouring him with my eyes. He sucks and licks my toes as if he’s sucking and licking on my clit, sucking and licking on my cunt, sucking and licking on my swollen lips, sucking and licking as if each toe were a tiny, hard dick. Heat dances over my body. Spreads out over my skin. And stirs my simmering lust.

  “Do you want to taste my pussy, too?”

  His head nods. “Mmm…yes.”

  “Say it then. Say you want your tongue in my sweet pussy.” I brazenly part my legs, allowing my already open split to spill open further, showing the damp patch of triangle fabric covering my moist cunt.

  A dark smile crosses his lips as Marcel finally walks over to join us; the imprint of his dick showing his approval, stretching down the left part of his thigh like a third leg.

  Marcel greets my toe licker with a grin, then leans in and kisses me. His heated tongue lustfully probes the inside of my mouth while his hand travels inside the neckline of my dress and caresses my breast.

  I let out a soft moan as Mr. Caramel slides his finger back and forth over my swollen clit. I feel a climax coming from somewhere deep inside me. A spark of fire ignites low in my gut as he finger-fucks me, tormenting my clit with his tongue. He pulls out, then slides his long, slick fingers up and down on either side of my thick pussy lips. His tongue lolls out and traces its way up my smooth lips, ignoring my distended clit. And I feel myself on the verge of a scream.

  I reach for Marcel. Grab his dick. Squeeze it. Stroke it. Beg for it. Groan with pleasure. Moan with want. Whimper with need.

  With his tongue flat and firm—sticking out like a hot slab, Caramel licks my clit, repeatedly, while Marcel pinches my nipples so hard that I shriek in delight. Caramel licks again and again, then licks long and hard against my wet, juicy hole, eventually darting his tongue in and out.

  My pussy muscles clench. “Yes, right there,” I say breathlessly.

  And then comes the sucking again, and the slurping and more sucking as my hot nectar spills out of me. Caramel growls into me, and the vibrations send shivering waves of pleasure through my cunt. Then he opens wide, taking my whole pussy into his mouth, sucking my labia, letting his tongue dip down into my asshole.

  My cunt coils, then weeps.

  I unashamedly moan and groan and tell him how to eat my pussy, when to suck my clit, when to fuck his fingers into me. I grind my pussy into his mouth. Aftershocks reverberate up and down and around the walls of my pussy, along my spine. And I come. And come again.

  I pull him into me and kiss him, vicariously tasting my sweetness on his lips and his cum-coated tongue. “Are you ready for the real show?”

  “What you think?” He rises to his feet—his chin glistening and his mouth gleaming with juices—and grabs the thick bulge in his own pants. “Let’s take this party somewhere more private.”

  I lick my lips, glancing up at Marcel as the two men’s eyes lock, sizing the other up. “Then let’s go get freaky,” I finally say, standing up with my sticky juices glazing the insides of my quivering thighs as I lead the way.

  ELEVEN

  Marcel

  Marika raises her voluptuous hips to my every thrust. Her eyes widen with heated pleasure as I pound into her pussy. Her slick walls tighten around me as I groan with each plunge, until I am balls deep, until I am hitting the core of everything she is.

  My baby’s pussy is so muthafuckin’ deep.

  And wet.

  And muthafuckin’ hot.

  My tongue slides into her ear. My teeth nip at her lobe. My breath is hot on her neck. She whimpers as my thick dick slams into her wetness, relentlessly parting her swollen pussy lips with each stroke. I growl low in her ear. Tell her how much I love her. How much I need her. How much I appreciate her. How much she means to me. How good she feels. How good she makes me feel. Oh, how fucking good she is. How I live for the sight of her, the taste of her, the touch of her. Her smell. Her skin. Her lips.

  I increase my pace. Pound in and out until I can hear the smack of flesh on flesh, mine against hers, our bodies becoming one.

  “Mmm…fuuuck…oh, shit…”

  Marika screams. Clasps her long legs around my muscular hips, her pussy slurping in my dick and capturing it deep inside her.

  “Oh fuck…deep, wet pussy…mmm…I love being in this pussy, baby.”

  “Marcel…” Her voice comes out muffled, sounding more like a cry than my name. “Ooh, yessss, baby…mmmm…
fuck meee…” Her fingernails rake the muscles of my broad back and shoulders.

  In response, I lower my head and cover her mouth with mine, biting into her plump bottom lip as I fuck harder, deeper, swirling my tongue around hers.

  My baby’s hot, wet pussy melts all over and around my dick as she slides her tongue into a sensual dance against mine, her parted thighs spreading wider, inviting me into her bottomless well, her juicy cunt clutching my dick.

  “Ooh, Marcel…oooh…your dick…mmm…uhhh…is…mmm… oooh…so…good…”

  I groan.

  The deeper I stroke, the wetter Marika gets.

  The hotter she gets, the harder my dick gets. Her pussy becomes a swell of tingles. Her walls are a silken wrap of tight heat and pleasure. I lose myself in her wet passion, growling.

  “Fuck! Aah shit! Aah! Motherfuck…mmm…!”

  I palm Marika’s right tit, toying with her nipple, rolling it with my finger and thumb—a squeeze, a pinch, a tug, a gentle brush, I keep my fingers fastened on her swollen chocolate nub, causing her juices to splash out of her pussy.

  “Yes! Fuck me, baby! Oooh, yes! Yes! Yessss…!”

  She gasps as I lower my head and nip at her nipple. Take it into my mouth. Sweep it with my tongue, curling, laving, suckling, then switching over to her left tit.

  “Oh, yes; oh, yes; oh, yes; oh, yesssss…”

  Marika’s eyes flare open. Her head snaps to the left, then the right. Her hot gaze filled with pleasure and lust and need. She arches her back, thrusts her pelvis up into me, fucks me back as she eyes the onlooker.

  Yeah, we have company.

  An invited guest.

  Sitting naked.

  Watching us.

  Getting off on us.

  His long, lean legs spread wide.

  His hard, fat, hairy dick in his hand.

  His smooth-shaven balls lightly bouncing as he slowly glides his hand up and down his shit.

  Marika moans.

  “Yeah, baby,” I whisper in her ear, stroking into her. “You want that dick in ya mouth? You wanna suck that muhfucka’s cock?”

  She moans again, taking in his body with hungry eyes.

  “You want that muhfucka to stretch ya neck out…huh, baby? Tell daddy what you want…”

  She whimpers low in her throat. I can tell she’s nearly out of her mind with desire and need and greed as much as I am.

  We both want him to join us.

  We both want him to fuck his dick into her mouth.

  We both want him to bury his face between her legs.

  Then curl his tongue inside her gushy pussy, tasting her; tasting me.

  Eating her pussy clean.

  Then dropping down on his knees, sucking in my dick, licking it clean.

  Marika moans.

  I grin.

  Our naked onlooker stands up. Dips his knees and fucks into his hand, the head of his dick popping in and out of the opening of his palm.

  I grunt my approval, thrusting harder in Marika, rocking into her, lifting up on my arms and long stroking into her, tip to base. In. Out. In. Out.

  Then plunging back into her.

  I grunt.

  She grunts.

  “Beg for that niggah’s dick, baby,” I urge.

  He grins slyly, his dick gliding in and out of his hand. The head of his dick glistens with droplets of precum.

  I growl. “Yeah, muhfucka…jerk that shit, niggah…”

  He lets out a moan.

  Marika moans.

  His strokes match my rhythm. The faster I thrust, the faster he strokes. The deeper I pump, the deeper he strokes.

  He meets my gaze.

  “Yeah, muhfucka…you wanna suck my baby’s pussy juice off this long dick, don’t you?”’

  He grunts.

  I grin.

  Holding myself up on my forearms, I thrust steadily in and out of Marika, keeping my stare on the sexy muhfucka standing in the middle of the floor. I glance down at Marika and smile. Then wink. Her face is a collage of expressions. She moans and groans. Her tongue hangs out of her mouth. Her legs are wrapped high around my hips, sucking me deeper into her pussy. “Yeah, baby…nut for me,” I say in a low, husky voice. “Let me feed that muhfucka over there this nut, baby…”

  Her fingernails dig into my shoulders in anticipation. She bucks and thrashes and screams and cums around my dick, soaking it in her warmth. My dick is thick and hard and aching. I grunt, feeling my own nut gathering at the base of my spine.

  “Yeah, muhfucka…come over here and get this nut…”

  Marika moans.

  Then groans, my thrusts fucking the noise out of her. The head of my dick strokes her G-spot. I can feel it. She’s about to cum again. Hard. Wet. Long. Dripping.

  And she does. Then she is fucking me back. Her hips thrust. Her pussy glides up and down the shaft of my cock. Her juices dribble out, drenching the sheets beneath her.

  The aroma of her pussy is all around me.

  I’m about to bust.

  “Come get this nut, niggah…”

  Marika moans again as I grunt, and a gusher of hot nut bursts outta my slit into her pussy. I quickly pull out as our guest drops to his knees in front of me. He takes my cunt-and-cum-soaked dick into his hands and sucks my giant head into his mouth like he’s sucking the juice out of a tangerine, stroking my shaft.

  He moans as I nut again. Three more ropes of thick cum shoot out of me, hitting the back of his throat and flooding his mouth. He sucks out every drop, then pulls his head back and caresses my dickhead between his lips.

  I pull out of his mouth, groaning, as one last spurt of nut splashes his face.

  TWELVE

  Marika

  The rules are simple.

  Our tête-à-têtes are always agreed on.

  We choose each other’s sexual pleasures for the night.

  We must both be physically attracted to them.

  We never, ever, engage in any extramarital trysts without the other’s permission and presence. Never.

  Discretion is a must. Each conquest must have as much to lose as we do if our secret rendezvous were to ever become public knowledge.

  And they’re all always…beautiful.

  Every shade of black, every hue of brown, every tint of red, wrapped around taut, sculpted bodies; firm breasts, round hips, tight asses to sensual lips, chiseled chests, rippled abs, and long dicks.

  We participate or not in the other’s salacious night.

  And, together, Marcel and I embrace our bisexualities, testing sexual boundaries while indulging our sinful fantasies, and turning them into sensually heated realities; like right now.

  With this delicious hunk of caramel perfection, sliding his spit-and-cum-soaked dick from out of my mouth as Marcel’s cum-soaked cock flops out of my sticky cunt. Caramel’s thick cream coats my lips. Marcel’s warm nut coats my walls.

  Both of them spread their dicks over my respective lips, then lean in and kiss them, licking their semen up, tasting themselves on me. Dark hunger flashes over Caramel’s face as he slides his tongue over my lips, then slips it into my mouth. His lips are soft and moist. I can still taste Marcel’s nut on him. Can taste and smell my pussy on him on his lips from having sucked Marcel’s cock less than five minutes ago.

  Mmmm…

  Deliciously decadent.

  My insides throb as Marcel’s tongue skims the mouth of my pussy, then flaps up and down inside my wetness. My cunt clenches. My hips shift in response. Wind. Thrust. Pump. Marcel’s long tongue slides further up inside of me. My ass churns. My pussy juice flows like a never-ending river. I have become a plush rainforest.

  A moan hitches in the back of my throat as I soak Marcel’s face with my juices. A rushing well of pleasure flooding his mouth, soaking his tongue.

  Marcel groans into my pussy as I reach out and grab Caramel’s curved dick. Caramel groans into my mouth, gliding his tongue around mine as my soft hand strokes his dick back into an erection while Marc
el lavs and nips and suckles my clit.

  “Mmmm…you’re so wet, baby,” Marcel says in between tongue licks, fingering the wetness between my legs. My pussy burns. He scissors a second finger into me, stretching into my heated cunt.

  I cry out.

  Gasp for air.

  I eye a droplet of precum caressing the tip of Caramel’s bulbous, copper-colored head. Then reach out and pull him by the base of his shaft toward my waiting, open mouth. And suck him in. I keep my gaze on him as his head snaps back and he groans. Slowly, I shift my body. Crane my neck so that my head is now between his opened muscular legs. I get lost in the intoxicating scent of his skin, his manliness. Licking around his musky balls, I open wide and wait for him to lower them down into my mouth. I suck them in one at a time.

  “Yeah. Wet them motherfucking balls up…”

  He groans again.

  Marcel’s finger…a thumb, I think—or maybe it’s his tongue—flicks over my clit. I hear him say over the pounding of my heart in my ears, “Suck that muhfucka’s dick, baby…”

  And then Marcel is up, leaving my pussy and the space between my thighs vacant, standing next to Caramel, his big beautiful dick sliding in and out of his wet hand. The head of his dick hovering over my face, his mouthwatering balls clack in sync to his hand strokes.

  Marcel wants me to change positions. Wants me to sit up. I do. My feet sink into the plush carpet. Through blurred passion, I lovingly eye Marcel as he palms the back of Caramel’s neck and draws him into a kiss, sliding his tongue into Caramel’s mouth—offering him a taste of me, and himself.

  Instantly, my walls spasm and a flash of searing pleasure shoots through me as my cunt creams, causing me to suck Caramel with feverish enthusiasm. Tears gather in my eyes as his dick hits the back of my throat; his thick curve snaking and stretching its way down into my neck, then sliding back out.

  I am no porn star, but I have perfected the art of sucking a big dick, thanks to my years of sucking Marcel’s. And I have mastered a no-gag reflex. So there isn’t a dick that I can’t handle. Caramel’s isn’t as long as Marcel’s, but it’s equally as thick so I handle him like a pro. Suck him until his legs tremble and he is on the brink of another orgasm.