He watched as her head turned and she moved to torture Khalid. To torture Chase. Her tongue licked over the engorged head of the other man's cock as Chase let his hand pat her sensitive flesh heatedly. Almost a light slap, not quite.
She bucked into the hard little caresses, moaning as her hot little tongue licked down the hard shaft of Khalid's cock.
He licked his lips, his hands moving to spread her farther when Khalid moved and flipped her to her stomach, obviously laughing at him.
"Damn you!" She struggled against Khalid's hold, glaring over her shoulder at Chase as he reached out, smoothed his palm over her butt.
It was rounded, smooth, the muscles clenching beneath his touch, and still that challenge glittered in her eyes, that I-dare-you look that made him crazy, and he couldn't figure out why it made him crazy.
"She tempts your control," Khalid said smoothly, holding her hands to the bed as Chase straddled her legs.
"She tempts everything," he murmured, aware of what he revealed with those words.
He closed his hands on the mounds of her ass, flexed his fingers, and watched her back arch, dip, and curve as she pushed her flesh into his hands.
"You've never been spanked," he stated, lowering his head to nip at the top of one curve.
"You wouldn't dare," she drawled, the smooth Southern belle tone tightening his gut as his cock jerked between his thighs.
"Oh, I dare," he told her. "I dare that and more. Tell me you'll be careful, Kia."
He smoothed his hands down over her rear and to her thighs and watched. She lowered her forehead as her ass flexed.
Tempting. Daring. Challenging.
"I'm always careful," she moaned.
He let his hand tap against her rear.
She lifted her head and looked at him over her shoulder again, and she smiled. I dare you. He saw the challenge in her eyes.
And he smiled back. He most definitely did dare.
"Promise me you'll be careful," he demanded. "That you'll keep yourself safe."
"Make me," she breathed again.
Kia could feel the perspiration gathering on her forehead as the second slap landed on her rear. Because it felt much too good. It sent fire and ice raging along nerve endings that had never known so much sensation. Each small tap, just a little forceful, just a bit of heat beginning to build.
She was shocked, off balance. It shouldn't feel this good. She knew it shouldn't feel this good.
She struggled against Khalid's grip, aroused and excited, wiggling beneath each slap.
Then he would stop, kiss, lick, soothe. He nipped at the globes, spread her thighs, and she knew release was going to come.
"Chase, my friend." Khalid laughed, though the laughter was tinged with arousal. "Shall I spank her? I think you are much more inclined to other pursuits."
"Other pursuits look damned tempting," Chase growled as his hand cupped over her pussy, forcefully, the tiny tap sending her up to her knees, a cry torn from her throat.
That shouldn't feel good. It shouldn't. And then he rubbed her with his palm, sliding against the slick flesh, creating the barest friction over the clit as she tried to press closer.
"Damn. She's wet." His hand slid from between her thighs.
"No. No, Chase, don't stop." She pushed back at him, on her knees, her thighs spread. "Don't stop."
She felt him moving, felt his hands gripping her wrists, holding them to the bed as she lifted her shoulders, balancing on her elbows and her knees as the thick, heavy length of his cock came into view.
The engorged flushed head. She lifted, moaning as Khalid's hand landed on her rear. She pressed into the little heat as Chase gripped the shaft of his cock and pressed the heavy flesh to her lips.
"Ah, God." Chase's groan sounded ragged, hoarse, as she tried to swallow what she needed. She took his cock as deep as possible, sucking and licking, pressing back into Khalid's slaps as they became harder, more heated, and still, not enough.
She moaned around the cock filling her mouth, drew on it with a snug, damp grip and sucked as her tongue rasped the sensitive flesh beneath.
Kia forced her lashes to lift, to stare up at him. To watch as his head tilted back on his shoulders, rivulets of sweat easing along his hair-roughened chest as he held her hands to his hips.
He was fucking her lips in short, heavy stokes, moving over them slowly, letting her take as much as she could before he eased back. Never too much. Never too hard.
Behind her, Khalid was making her crazy. Her hips writhed as he added to the sharp slaps against her ass by reaching between her thighs and tapping heatedly against the overly sensitive flesh of her pussy.
He kept each forceful caress at the edge of pleasure and pain. Never enough in each direction. Teasing her, making her reach for more, beg for it as she cried around Chase's erection.
"So pretty, Kia," Chase whispered, his head lifting to stare back at her as she felt Khalid's slick fingers running between the cleft of her rear. Heavily lubricated, they tucked against the little hole there, pressing as he patted and slapped her gently with the opposite hand.
A heavy caress on one cheek, and one finger slipped into the tiny entrance he caressed. A slap to the other cheek, and another finger slipped into her. Moved. Stroked. Within seconds he was parting her gently, little scissoring motions of his fingers that had her begging silently, staring up at Chase as he filled her mouth with his cock.
She needed. She needed to be fucked. Taken. So hard.
"Fuck her, Khalid," Chase whispered.
Khalid paused. "Like this?" His fingers slid deeper inside her.
Chase shook his head. "Fuck her. I want her there." He stared down at Kia. "Trust me?"
With everything she was, everything inside her.
His jaw clenched for long seconds. "No condom," he whispered. "I want to take you there, bare, Kia. I'm dying for you. Just bare."
Khalid seemed to still behind her. A second later, his fingers slid free of her as Chase eased his cock from her lips.
She was dazed. She watched Chase as he straightened her until he could cup her face, lay his lips against hers.
"I'm protected," she whispered. "You can take me. Come inside me. However you want."
His eyes closed. Clenched.
"Just like this." He kissed her, pulled at her lower lip, stroked his tongue over it. "Like this, Kia."
He turned her to Khalid.
Gentle black eyes stared back at her as she straddled his hips. Her breath caught as she felt the first touch of his sheathed cock against her.
Khalid brought her head down as Chase moved behind her, until his lips were against her ear.
"Close your eyes," he said tenderly.
Her eyes closed as he slid deeper inside her, his hips working his cock into her.
"He has never, in all the years I have known him, taken a lover in such a way. With no covering. With no distance." Khalid's voice was so soft she could barely hear the words.
"Kia." Chase touched her rear, spread her cheeks, and watched as Khalid finally lodged inside her to the hilt.
"He sees me inside you." He kissed her ear with the utmost gentleness. "Ah, sweet one. There will be few times he will allow me this pleasure."
She clenched around his cock as she felt the hard crest of Chase's erection tucking against her rear opening.
"Hold on to me, little one."
Her hands were pressed against his shoulders. Her nails curled against them at his order.
She whimpered at the feel of the hot, iron-hard flesh moving against her.
"His face is twisted in ecstasy," Khalid spoke against her ear. "Tight. Savage. He will lose control once he buries inside you."
She shivered, shuddered as she heard Chase groan behind her.
"I will enjoy being gripped by your hottest flesh this one time." He kissed her cheek. "I fear, never again."
"Chase!" She cried out his name as the head of his cock sank within her, passing the taut, tight ring of tissue, flaring it open as he snarled her name.
"Kia, little one. Easy." Khalid's hands tightened on her hips as he bucked beneath her. "Chase. She's too snug for this," he groaned.
"No. No." Her nails dug into his shoulders. "Don't stop. Please. Please don't stop."
Chase was bare, hot. She could feel every ridge of his cock, every throb of blood through the heavy veins as he worked the thick flesh inside her.
"Kia. God, how does he bear this pleasure?" Khalid was panting beneath her. "So sweet. So sweet."
She clenched, milked the cock she held captive as Chase burrowed deeper into her ass, taking her, sliding inside her, slowly, easily. Until she held every hard inch. Bare. So hot. So wicked.
Hard hands clenched on her hips, her waist.
She felt sweat drip on her back.
"Kia. You must tell me," Khalid panted. "If it's too rough. You must tell me."
She could feel the tension in the air, tight in their bodies.
"Ah God." Chase seemed to shudder behind her.
"Chase!" Khalid's voice was like a whip. Equal parts tormented pleasure and concern.
"Shut up," she cried.
She moved, feeling them both groan, hearing it. Their cocks moved inside her, shifted, throbbed.
She could feel herself incinerating. So close to release. So close to losing that last edge of desperation.
"Chase." Her back bowed as Khalid's hands slid up her waist, cupped her breasts. "Fuck me. Take me, damn you. Give me this at least."
At least the pleasure.
She felt him move, cover her, his forehead pressing into her neck when he finally snarled her name. And he moved.
As though the fragile threat of control that held them back had snapped, Khalid and Chase erupted with savage, male sounds of hunger.
They began to move, thrusting, stroking. It wasn't easy. She didn't want easy. It was hard and deep. They plunged inside her, cocks pumping, thrusting in synchronous rhythm. The slap of flesh, wild moans, hers or theirs, she didn't know which.
She knew the pleasure was too much. She knew she was dying, burning alive and begging for more. Harder. Faster. Anything to burn through the tight knot of torturous need ripping through her.
Pleasure and pain didn't compare. There was so little pain. The burn, the need, the agonizing hunger for more. That was pain. And pleasure. There was no word for the pleasure. It was pure ecstasy. It was wrapped in blazing heat. It was destroying her from the inside out and re-creating some part of her that she wondered if she should fear.
"So sweet." Chase was kissing her neck, her shoulders, impaling her ass with blistering, hard strokes. "Ah God. Kia. Baby. I need you. So fucking need you."
She could feel it, tightening.
"Sweet baby. God, I love your body, love…" His teeth bit into her shoulder, and she came apart in their grip.
Kia gave herself to it, tried to scream, but only managed a desperate wail of completion as she felt the tight knot of her clit, the tortured tension in her womb, simply explode. It shattered inside her. Fragments of who she had once been melted beneath a cascade of whoever she was now.
Behind her, Chase cried out her name, bucked, jerked, and she froze.
The pleasure was still a white-hot shower of intensity, and it magnified.
His semen pulsed into her rear. Liquid heat, spurting inside her as he turned her head to the side, bent to her, and stole her breath with a kiss that threw her higher, hotter, that stole her soul.
She was only barely aware of Khalid's release, of his shuddering breaths, the thick throb of his cock as he spilled inside the condom he wore.
But behind her. Behind her she felt Chase. She felt him at her lips. Felt him inside her, a part of her, and she felt the tears that eased from her eyes.
Because she knew she would never be the same again. She had wanted to be what she thought could hold the man who now spilled his seed inside her.