Hayes leans forward and drags the hot flat of his tongue over her sex, catching Ren’s fingers along with them. She watches the scene from above, all three of them connected, and her body floods with heat.
Cora bit her lip and moaned in the quiet of her bedroom. The fantasy was spinning into vivid pictures without help and her body was rocketing too fast toward orgasm. She backed off, wanting to drag it out a little more, and reached blindly into the drawer of her bedside table. When she got a hold of the dildo she’d purchased at Dmitry’s suggestion, she kicked off her panties, and brought the toy between her legs. She needed the pressure. Nee
ded to be filled. Needed an ounce of what it might feel like to have these two men sharing her. She pushed the smooth silicon inside her slick entrance and closed her eyes, letting herself fall back into the fantasy.
“Yes, that’s good, baby,” Ren says against her ear. “You’re going to be a very good girl for us. And then, you’re not going to want to leave. You’ll be begging to stay. Because you know exactly how long you’ve wanted this and how badly we’ve wanted you.” Ren’s hands slide up, palming her breasts and thumbing her nipples. “I can’t wait to watch you ride his cock while you suck mine. Or maybe I’ll suck his first and make you watch.”
Her head tips back against Ren’s shoulder as Hayes’s tongue works magic against her clit. His thick, roughened fingers slide into her as he eats at her with singular focus. And soon Ren is groaning along with her. He adjusts beneath her and opens up the fly of his pants. He’s got no underwear beneath and she feels the hot, silky skin of his cock brush along the crack of her ass. The streak of pre-come along her flesh.
Hayes stops licking her, his fingers still curled inside her. She’s so close, but he’s not going to give it to her yet. He gets to his feet, making Cora lift her head. He takes her face in his big palms, her scent all over him, and kisses her. Hot, wet kisses that taste like sex and need and desire all at once. She gets lost in the kiss, the feel of Ren’s cock sliding against her, and then Hayes is pulling away.
His gaze goes over her shoulder to Ren. “Fuck her, Muroya. And give me her mouth.”
And without consulting her, they’re draping her over the desk, belly down. She’s so close to orgasm, she can barely breathe. But when Ren steps behind her and grabs her hips, all she can do is beg. She needs him.
But before Ren grants her that privilege, Hayes steps in front of her, jeans unzipped and cock in hand. Like the rest of him, it’s big and beautiful. He cups her chin and steps to the edge of the desk. “Suck me.”
And as her lips close over the glossy head of his cock, Ren pushes into her, hot and long and deep. Fucking her across the desk like she’s the most wanton woman in the world.
And she’s loving it.
Cora gasped loudly, her fingers working her clit and her other hand working the dildo. The cool air from her ceiling fan washed over her overheated skin as she imagined Ren and Hayes taking her in the most undignified way possible, making her spread out for them on the desk, using her, making her take both their cocks. Her mouth full of Hayes. Ren deep inside her, his fingers teasing her ass as if marking where he’ll take her next. She rocked her hips as any shred of shame slipped away from her.
The sound of her panted breaths filled the air as orgasm rumbled toward her fast. It usually took her longer to get there. But right now with Ren and Hayes in her head and her fantasy reel set on porn mode, her body careened toward climax.
Her fingers tugged her clit and her back arched.
Come for me, Cora. Show me how badly you needed us to fuck you, how much you crave this.
In her mind, Ren was holding her down, his cock pumping into her hard, and Hayes’s hand was tight in her hair. She cried out, the sound bouncing off the walls of her room, and the men’s names slipped past her lips like a chanting prayer. Hayes. Ren. Hayes. Ren.
For a few seconds, she rode that bliss, got lost in it, and then she was sagging into the mattress, gasping, and covered in a sheen of sweat.
She blinked open her eyes, the darkness and silence surrounding her, the buzz wearing off quickly as it always did. She’d long ago gotten over the shame of masturbation. But there was always a tang of embarrassment over just where her fantasies went sometimes. She wondered if other women had romantic ones, if they imagined flower petals and soft music and lovemaking. Even in her early days of sexual fantasies, hers had never had that flavor. Those imagined scenarios had always drifted into the dirtier zone, getting more filthy as her sexual vocabulary expanded. Kevin had told her she thought like a dude. Maybe she did. Whatever that meant.
She shook off the thought. At the very least, maybe she could sleep now. She got up, made a quick trip to the bathroom, and then collapsed back into bed, pulling the covers over her chilled skin.
She was just starting to doze when her phone dinged.
TWELVE
Cora blinked awake, groaning and cursing at herself for forgetting to turn the ringer off. She reached over to her bedside table and grabbed her phone.
Dmitry: Guess it didn’t work out tonight. Hope you had a good week.
The simple words sent a wash of guilt through her. Shit. She’d messaged Dmitry when the game had gone back online that she’d chat with him tonight. She’d been looking forward to it. Had missed him. She’d completely forgotten.
Because she’d been with another guy. And fantasizing about men who weren’t Dmitry.
Ugh. That sounded awful when she thought about it that way.
Lenore: So sorry. Something came up last-minute.
Dmitry: It’s okay. Life happens. Ferreting out a mafia boss or just another infiltration of a drug cartel?
Cora smiled, but the layer of guilt still lingered.
Lenore: I’m posing as a woman of the night, trying to get the mafia boss to invite me into his secret lair.