Triple Play Page 7

  “I just turned it to a harder spray. It feels so good, Sir,” she whispered without shame. Ella loved sex and loved to climax and had never been ashamed of her needs. It was only those hidden nuances that she had always craved but never experienced that she had kept mostly to herself. Now, out of tragedy, she was given the chance to explore those cravings, and she knew Melanie would be the first one to insist she do so.

  “Hold the phone with your shoulder, Ella, so you can use that hand to spread your pussy lips open. Put the spray on hard and aim it right at your swollen clit. I want you to scream for me, baby.”

  Mac’s voice was sand paper rough, and she wondered what he was doing on his end. As she spread her nether lips, exposing her red, needy clit to the harsh jets of hot water, she pictured him with his hard cock in his hand, fisting himself as he listened to her cries. She cried out as the harsh stimulation directly on her clit brought her to an immediate climax. It took all her effort to keep herself spread, the spray directed right on her, and the phone to her ear.

  “Oh, God!” she screeched as the orgasm burst upon her, electrical currents sizzling through her veins. Sliding three fingers into her wet channel, she finger fucked herself while keeping the pulsing water jets aimed at her clit. Vaguely, she heard a moan from Mac and could only surmise he had just found his own release. It seemed to take forever for her to calm down, the small tremors kept rippling through her, small aftershocks of pleasure.

  Ella reluctantly pulled her fingers from her grasping vagina, reached over and turned off the water and grabbed the phone in a shaking hand. “Mac?”

  “What, baby?”

  “Can I go to bed now?”

  His low laugh sent a frisson of warmth through her. “Sure. I’ll pick you up about seven thirty tonight.”

  “Where are we going?” she managed to ask as she got up on her wobbly legs and reached for a towel. “I have to be at work at eleven.”

  “We’re going to Legends. We need to be seen together before we ask to bring you upstairs. I’ll have you back by ten. Plenty of time for you to change and get to work. No bra, thong panties.”

  Mac hung up without saying anything else. Ella thought most women would have resented the highhandedness of his instructions, but she was relieved not to have to make any decisions regarding their time together. She liked the fact that all she had to do when she woke up was dress as instructed and be available to please Mac tonight. Her nights in the ER were filled with making quick, stressful, sometimes life altering decisions. If submitting to two strong men’s demands without a qualm fulfilled her when she was away from work, she was going to simply go with it while it lasted.

  Mac grabbed some tissues and wiped the come from his stomach and hands. That was the first time just the sound of a woman climaxing made him come. Here he had convinced himself he wasn’t as easy as Sam was, wouldn’t be taken in by all that white blond hair, sultry green eyes, and alabaster skin. Hell no, he had been completely bowled over simply by the breathy sound of her voice as she followed his orders without question and brought herself to a quick and obviously satisfying orgasm.

  Tossing the soaked tissues in the trash, he stripped and headed to bed also, figuring he was going to need as much rest as possible to keep one step ahead of their girl. He only hoped this threesome they were developing didn’t end up biting them in the ass when they finally caught this perp and went their separate ways. While Sam had had several long term relationships, Mac had had only one and that had been fifteen years ago and had ended badly. Since then, he had had no desire to enter into anything that lasted longer than a few weeks. Between the two of them, they were giving Ella a taste of whatshe had been craving. He only hoped she would be satisfied with that and not expect more.

  ***

  Ella dressed in a short, black halter dress that left absolutely nothing to the imagination and a pair of black heels that made her legs look like they went on forever. When she opened the door to greet Mac promptly at seven thirty, the slow perusal and instant lust in his eyes told her she had chosen her attire well.

  “Damn, Ella, are you sure you’re not going to fall out of that thing.” His eyes rested on her ample breasts that were spilling out the sides of the halter in an enticing, mouth watering display.

  Ella managed to grin ruefully while blushing. “No, I’m not. I’ve never worn this before and didn’t realize how small the top was. Do you know how hard it is to find clothes in a size six, yet fit a size D bust?”

  She sounded so disgruntled he couldn’t help smiling. “No, I can honestly say I don’t know how difficult that would be.” Grabbing her hand, he pulled her out the door, shut and locked it for her, and tugged her towards his car. “You can tell me about it on the way to the club.”

  Mac opened the passenger door of a remodeled, thirty year old mustang that fit him to a tee. He drove it for pleasure, saving his Cherokee for work.

  Settling into the leather seat, she slid her seatbelt on, asking, “Did you do this yourself?”

  Mac watched the way she caressed the grey leather as he got behind the wheel and felt his cock twitch in response. It was a damn good thing he had come prepared to fuck her tonight; otherwise, he would leave her here and say the hell with suffering through an evening of temptation. “She took me three years. The longest I’ve ever been with a girl.”

  “Well, I think she’s a keeper.”

  “Yeah, me too,” he agreed, reminding himself they were talking about the car as she crossed those long legs, revealing an enticing length of thigh.

  Legends was crowded, as usual for a Saturday night, but Mac was a well known regular and had no trouble getting in quickly and finding a small secluded table in the far corner of the room. Ella waved to Cathy, the bartender, as he escorted her by the bar and through the mob of gyrating bodies. “What would you like?” he asked after she slid into the small booth. “It’ll be faster if I go up and get it.”

  Ella ordered white wine and watched him walk away enjoying the view of his backside in those tight jeans. An inch or two taller than Sam, Mac’s build was leaner with wiry muscles instead of bulging. She found the contrast exciting and couldn’t wait to compare the rest of him with his friend. She knew she would find neither man lacking in physical appeal.

  Mac returned with their drinks, but the loud music didn’t allow for much conversation. Ella enjoyed watching the people, especially the dancers, as well as leaning against Mac’s hard body. His left arm was draped across the back of the booth, resting on her bare shoulders, and his mouth was currently licking a path from her ear down her neck. Her nipples tightened instantly making her want him so badly her hand practically shook as she raised her glass to her lips. The blatant sexuality going on in the room only spurred her libido higher. Just as she saw a man bare his dance partner’s breast, Mac’s lips latched on to hers in a hard, demanding kiss.

  Ella opened her mouth, accepting his tongue and his hand inside her dress simultaneously. Closing her eyes on a groan, she leaned into him, her arm looping around his neck as she pushed her breast into his hand, needing, dying for more. She shuddered as he pinched her nipple hard, and she just knew there was going to be a damp spot on the seat from her seeping cunt.

  “You like that,” Mac stated as he bit her ear lobe.

  “Yes,” she breathed into his ear. “Do it again.”

  “I give the orders, baby, not you,” he said with a smile as he slowly pulled out of her dress. “Dance with me.” Grabbing her hand, he pulled her up and onto the dance floor without waiting for a reply.

  Mac pulled her close for the slow dance, and she instantly felt his hard cock against her stomach. Ella decided to tease him a little as she slowly rubbed her body against his erection and her breasts against his hard chest while kissing his neck. Even in her heels, he was several inches taller than she and she liked that.

  Mac smiled inwardly at her ploy and decided to turn the tables on the little vixen. His hands went to her ass, that world class
ass that he remembered so vividly from the other night when she had bent over so willingly for him and his belt. He was wearing that same belt tonight and had every intention of using it again, and soon. He fondled those smooth globes with both hands and swallowed her moan with his mouth.

  Ella didn’t care that they were surrounded by strangers, all she cared about was feeling his hands on her buttocks. That they had an audience only spurred her appetite on and fueled her senses hotter. When he slid one large palm under her dress and cupped her bare buttock, she could have come right then and there. Their lips were still eating at each other, and how she managed to keep dancing, let alone remain standing, was beyond her.

  When Mac managed to work a finger around her thong and probe her anus, she whimpered, pushing her ass into his hand, seeking, begging for penetration. “God, woman, you’re addictive,” he growled as his digit breached her tight puckered hole. “You do know any one around us can see what I’m doing, don’t you?”

  Ella tossed her head back as waves of pleasure washed over her as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her ass. “I don’t care, just don’t stop, Mac. That feels so good.”

  She was fucking unbelievable and every man’s wet dream. When Sam had relayed the events of their night together, he had assumed he was embellishing Ella’s responses, but now he was beginning to think she was every bit as responsive and uninhibited as he had claimed.

  “So, an audience turns you on, hmm?”

  “Among other things.”

  “Then let’s give them a good show.” Mac’s free hand slid into her halter and unerringly pulled her breast free. They continued dancing as he molded her awesome breast and rubbed her nipple while exploring her tight backdoor intimately. He was going to wait until they returned to her apartment to fuck her but knew he’d never make it that long. Thank God he had the foresight to bring what he needed to take her here.

  Ella shuddered and whimpered, and he knew he could bring her off without ever touching her pussy which was cock busting awesome. Pulling his hand from her ass, he grabbed her hand and pulled her off the dance floor, leaving her breast bare to sway with their rapid exit.

  Ella didn’t know where he was dragging her off to and didn’t care as long as it led to him fucking her. The ogling stares at her naked breast only made her wetter, and her face was red with need and exertion as she followed him down a narrow hall and past the restrooms. At the end of the corridor was a door marked storage and beyond that an exit manned by a security guard.

  “We need this room for a few minutes, Tom,” Mac told the guard as he opened the door to the storage room and pushed her in.

  “I’ll see you’re not disturbed, Mac,” he replied with a knowing grin.

  “Thanks.” Mac shut the door and faced her with a determined look. “Grab one of those bar stools and bend over.”

  The room was dimly lit by one bare bulb, giving her plenty of light to see Mac’s hands go to his belt. “Now, Ella,” he repeated sternly when she seemed mesmerized by watching him remove his belt.

  Ella’s heart beat rapidly with nervous excitement as she grabbed a stool and draped herself over the padded seat, her hands grasping the legs to steady herself. She felt Mac move behind her, lift her dress, and draw her thong down to mid thigh.

  “This is what you get for teasing, Ella. Whipped and fucked in a store room. Tom’s going to hear every sound we make, you do realize that, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She did know that, and that just added to her excitement. Her buttocks quivered as she anticipated the sting from the first blow, but she was still startled enough to cry out when it came.

  Mac ignored her cries as he applied the belt over and over again to her ass, quickly turning the white globes a cherry red. “That’s it, baby, lift that ass for me. Show me how much you like the feel of leather smacking that pretty ass.”

  Ella hung her head as she did as instructed, gladly lifting for each hard stroke, loving the sharp pain and fiery heat that increased her arousal. She bit her lip to keep from crying out; but, by the tenth stroke, her small whimper escaped. By the fifteenth, she was crying and pleading with him as she came, rubbing her crotch against the stool as her buttocks clenched tightly. Sweat and tears ran down her face, her bare breast was pressed tightly against the stool leg, and her orgasm had left her out of breath and all she could think was she wanted more.

  “Mac?”

  Mac pulled out the small tube of lubricant he had slid into his pocket before leaving home and then lowered his jeans, releasing his raging hard on. His hands went to her hot, reddened ass, and he rubbed the abused flesh tenderly before using his thumbs to spread her buttocks open. “Yes, baby, I’m going to fuck you. But I’m going to take this ass first. I’ve dreamed of nothing else ever since I watched Sam spank you in this parking lot.”

  Finally, Ella thought as he lubed her anus with first one, then two fingers. This would be the first time she had ever felt a real cock in her ass. “Yes,” she couldn’t help the whisper as he added another finger and proceeded to slowly finger fuck her ass, greasing her tight passage liberally. She felt bereft when he removed them, but the feel of his cock probing her entrance made up for it.

  As Mac eased inside her tight hole, one slow inch at a time, he asked, “Is this your first ass fucking?”

  “Yes. I’ve only had toys until now.” And, oh God, they simply couldn’t compare, she thought as he filled her up with every long, solid inch of his dick.

  “Baby, you’ll never be satisfied with them again when I get through with you.”

  Mac wasted no time proving those words true as he took her ass slowly, at first, with measured deep strokes, but as she writhed and pushed against him, accepting him completely without reservation, he grabbed her hot cheeks and thrust hard.

  Ella screamed, her pussy contracting as his thrusts drove her down against the stool. Again and again he pounded into her, and Ella thought she would die from the pleasure. Her rectum felt stuffed full, and the sensation was unlike anything she had previously experienced. She ground herself again and again, lifting and then falling, in a fast, hard rhythm that rocked the stool precariously.

  Her cries, his grunts, and the slapping of her ass against his hips echoed loudly in the small room. Ella held tightly to the stools legs when she came, throwing her head back and crying out as Mac shot his come deep inside her just as she erupted. Even through her own contractions and shuddering bliss, she could feel his cock as he jerked off in her ass. As he slowly, reluctantly it seemed, pulled out of her, she thought she heard him mutter, “Fuck, Sam was right.”

  Chapter Eight

  The drive back to her apartment was short and quiet. Ella barely remembered getting out to Mac’s car and leaving the club. Her senses were on overload; her body still humming from the intense climax Mac had given her. She did vaguely recall Tom, the security guard, smirk as they slipped out the back entrance. She thought that the only thing that would have made their coupling better was if Tom had actually been in the room with them, watching instead of just listening.

  Mac had solicitously helped her into the car and buckled her in but had remained silent. She wondered what he was thinking. With Sam, she didn’t have to wonder. He was open and communicative, even during sex. Mac was the silent, brooding type. Damn if both of them didn’t turn her on equally.

  As he pulled into her apartment complex, she couldn’t stand the silence any longer. “So, did I pass your test?” she quipped lightly.

  Mac turned off the car before turning to face her. “Yeah, you aced it just fine, babe.” Getting out, he strode briskly to her side and opened the door. “C’mon, I’ll walk you up.”

  Ella sighed inwardly and took his hand. She wished she knew what he was thinking, then again, if he thought she was a cheap tramp, maybe it was better if he just kept quiet. Digging out her keys, it took her several attempts to unlock her door because her hand was shaking. Apparently their encounter had affected her deeper than
she had thought. Either that or she cared more about what Mac thought of her than she should.

  With an oath, Mac grabbed the keys from her, unlocked the door, and followed her in. She had left a small table lamp lit; and, when she turned to face him, his dark features looked troubled in the dim light.

  Her brows drew together, perplexed. “What?”

  Pushing her against the wall, he rasped, “I was rough, I’m sorry. Tell me I didn’t hurt you.”

  Relief washed over her as she realized he was worried about her. She smiled and looped her arms around his neck. “Just enough to make me want to do it again, soon.”

  “Thank God,” he muttered right before his mouth swooped down and took hers in a hard, wet tonguing kiss. With practiced ease, he untied her halter and slid her dress, along with her thong, down her body.

  Her lips clinging to his, she wasted no time stepping out of them and kicking them aside. Mac’s hands latched on to her breasts, kneading them roughly just the way she liked. When his mouth broke away from hers and latched on to her right nipple, she moaned loudly, the hard sucking pull on her tip causing her labia to swell with aching, damp need. She cradled his dark head to her breasts as he moved back and forth between them, sucking and biting her nipples until the painful pleasure was almost too much.

  “Mac, please, I need you,” she whimpered as she undid his jeans and shoved them down. Her hand went to his cock and squeezed.

  Mac lifted his mouth from her breast, his lips wet, as he thrust into her pumping hand. “I could feast on your tits all day but not if you’re going to do that,” he groaned when she cupped his testicle. His hands went to her ass and he lifted her. “Wrap your legs around me and hold on, tight.”

  Mac slid easily into her wet pussy as she wrapped herself around him. It was a night for new experiences, she thought as he fucked her hard against the wall, his hands tight on her buttocks as he pistoned in and out of her with surprising speed and strength given their position. There was little Ella could do except hold on tight as he said and bounce up and down on his hard shaft. Her grunts and gasps, the slapping of their damp, slick bodies, and the banging against the wall echoed crudely in the otherwise quiet apartment, and when they both erupted, their shouts of pleasure drowned out everything else.