“Oh yes,” Annabelle said on a sharp breath of air, knowing exactly how snug and wonderful the fit was. Her eyelids fluttered open and she found Eric staring at her, a sexy smile on his face, as though he were recalling the same thing.
“Is she ready for me?” he asked Max, without taking his gaze from her.
“Oh yeah. She’s wet and clutching at my fingers. She wants you to fuck her. Don’t you, Annabelle?”
“God yes.” She wasn’t the least bit ashamed to admit it. Was just about to come with Max’s fingers inside her, but what she really wanted was to feel Eric’s hard cock filling her. “Fuck me,” she said as her gaze remained locked with his. “Fuck me hard.”
Like last night.
His jaw tightened and he let out a low groan. Max withdrew his fingers and lifted one of her legs, hooking the back of her knee with his powerful forearm. Spreading her wide. A heartbeat later, Eric thrust his cock into her and she cried out, knowing no one could hear her with the pounding beat of the club’s music.
“Jesus,” Eric said between clenched teeth. “You are so fucking tight.” He pulled almost all the way out of her, then thrust back in, pushing the breath right out of Annabelle’s body. “Goddamn, you feel good.”
Her arms wrapped around his neck as he hammered into her, fucking her hard, the way she’d begged him to. Thank God Max had a firm grip on her from behind, because the leg she stood on started to shake. As Eric pumped in and out of her, she felt her climax build.
“Make me come,” she whispered on a harsh breath. “Oh God, please. Make me come.”
He did. Her orgasm ripped through her body, making her cry out again. She was still riding the erotic wave when Max’s hand returned to her ass. Though he continued to hold her leg up for the most optimal access, the fingers of his other hand went to work on her anus, rubbing the rim with the juices from her cunt that still coated his fingers.
When the tip of his cock nudged her small opening, Annabelle experienced a moment of panic. But Eric kissed her again, as though sensing her hesitation, and continued to fuck her. Keeping her aroused and making her ready for Max’s erotic invasion.
She unwrapped one arm from Eric’s neck and reached around her backside, grasping a cheek and pulling on it, spreading herself a little wider to accommodate Max. He groaned in her ear.
“Annabelle,” he said, “you’re making me hot.”
She broke Eric’s kiss. “I’m ready,” she said. “Fuck me. Both of you…fuck me.”
Eric’s thick shaft continued to slide in and out of her body, pushing deep when he thrust into her, making her moan. Then she felt the pressure in her ass, followed by a pinching, stinging sensation as Max entered her. Slowly and carefully. Pain didn’t really register in her mind. She was too turned-on. Too in need of everything she knew they could give her.
She lifted her ass and pressed back against Max, forcing him a little farther inside. A sharp grunt fell from his lips.
“Careful, Annabelle,” he warned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It feels so good,” she whispered. Even better than she’d imagined. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she said, “Both of you inside me, fucking me. My God. It feels so good.”
And Annabelle came again.
Chapter Three
Perhaps, looking back, she’d concede that it’d been greedy of her to want multiple orgasms before she’d even fulfilled her artistic commitment to Finn. She really didn’t care. Never before had she experienced something so blissfully erotic as two cocks inside her body.
Two cocks attached to two extremely hot men, no less!
So when they settled into position, after her orgasms, Annabelle was sated. Until the bumblebee arrived.
His was the biggest cock of them all.
Annabelle licked her lips in anticipation. This erotic mural was getting better and better!
Eric and Max had told her Finn had given them each a little blue pill to keep them hard for the show. They were still stiff inside her body, since they hadn’t yet given in to their own releases. But they had to remain perfectly still while Finn positioned them, which made Annabelle crave them even more, wanting them to move inside her again.
Finn directed the men in front and behind her to grip each other’s forearms and lean back, away from the “stem” Annabelle’s body created. Their torsos were arced just so, creating graceful leaves that surrounded the flower that was Annabelle, who stood on a raised platform between the men so all three pelvises were as aligned as possible.
Rigging the bumblebee—Jasper, as Finn had introduced him—to the ceiling took less than a couple of minutes. Apparently being an expert at wire harnesses, the three professional acrobats had consulted with Finn’s crew previously and all they’d needed to do was hook Jasper up and reel him toward the ceiling. Now he dangled so close to Annabelle’s face that she had to do little more than open her mouth and his cock slid in.
Her bare feet were planted firmly on the stage floor, but she still swayed a bit, what with all the cocks she had inside her, and the fact that she was literally counting the seconds in her head until her two minutes were up. And the curtain hadn’t even been pulled yet!
She hated thi