Birthday Girl: Paolo's Playhouse, Book 3 (6 page)

Tyler’s hard erection pushed into her still-tender bottom. Marc’s stiff cock pressed into her hips. Though she’d love to succumb to another orgasm, Shannon felt selfish, letting them give her all this attention while they’d had none given to them. She knew they had to be hurting. Had to be dying for some relief.

“It’s your turn now,” she said. They ignored her, kept on moving their mouths over her. Her voice had sounded a little rough, so she cleared her throat and spoke again. “I said it’s your turn now, guys.”

“No way, sweetheart,” Ty said, lifting his lips from where he’d been nibbling on her throat. “This is your birthday present. It’s all about you tonight.”

She struggled to sit up, but they didn’t let her. “But I want to give you some attention now. Both of you.”

“It’s your night, Shannon,” Marc said, then swiped his tongue along her tender nipple. “We’re doing this all for you.”

“Okay then.” She held on to both their shoulders and hauled herself up straight. “What if I say I want to go to that bed over there right now?” She pointed to the huge bed on the other side of the room. “What if I want to stop with the toys and get on with the sex?”

Both of the guys grinned widely. Ty looked at Marc. “She wants to get on with the sex.”

Marc shrugged and winked at her. “It’s
her
birthday.” He swept her up into his arms and carried her over to the extra wide, extra large bed, placing her gently in the center of the mattress. Ty followed them across the room and stretched her out on her back on the soft chocolate-brown coverlet. Both of her handsome guys stood beside the bed, looking down on her. Their eyes were shadowed with desire, their cocks dark and swollen.

She shivered with anticipation of another kind.

“I love you, sweetheart,” Tyler said, his voice rough with passion. He climbed onto the mattress, sliding his body along hers until he covered her completely, skin to glorious skin. He kissed her soundly, but when she reached out to wrap her arms around him, Marc grasped her wrists and stretched her arms above her head. She hadn’t even noticed that he’d circled the bed to the other side. He folded her fingers around the bunched up edge of the covers at the edge of the mattress.

“Hold on to this and don’t let go.” Marc got up onto the mattress and knelt beside her, his knees brushing against her rib cage, his cock rubbing against the side of her breast.

Tyler slid back down her body, kissing her sensitized skin as he went. He spread her thighs wide and stared down at her. He glanced up at Marc. “She’s so pink and swollen. And still so wet.” He swiped his finger through her slick lips and she shivered. She held on tighter to the covers.

“She’s really into this,” Marc said. He swept her hair off her face and stared down at her, his eyes dark, his expression intense. He leaned over and nibbled on her throat. Gentle tingles shimmered over her.

Tyler was still playing between her thighs, plucking and rolling her swollen labia, adding more sensations to her system. She could barely catch her breath and then Marc covered her mouth with his and she thought she could drown in the wash of arousal. His hard lips slid passionately over hers. He nibbled at her lower lip, sucking it into his mouth.

“She tastes so good,” Marc said when he released her lips. Shannon gasped for breath. He swept his lips over her face, leaving wet kisses on her cheeks, her eyelids, her jawline. Then he took her mouth again, hungrily plunging his tongue between her teeth. She opened to him and let him sweep around her mouth, lapping her up.

Tyler chose that moment to dive between her legs with his busy lips. Her groan of pleasure was lost in Marc’s mouth. Ty sucked on her sensitive flesh as he massaged her inner walls with the tips of his thumbs. He knew that always drove her crazy. His tongue began to lap up her juices between her legs as Marc was doing with her mouth. They were devouring her and she never felt so alive. So young. So crazy.

“Now to taste those juicy nipples.” Marc stretched out on the mattress and grasped the nearest breast with both hands. “I’ll try to be gentle, hon.”

“Okay.” She discovered quickly that there had been no ill effects from the clamps. When he covered the tip with his hot mouth, the pleasure made her arch her body once again. She pushed her breast closer to Marc’s mouth. Pushed her pussy closer to Ty’s.

Tyler ran his tongue up her slit and sucked her clit into his mouth. Marc ran his tongue around her nipple and then sucked it deeply into his mouth. Sparks shot through her body. Pleasure pulsed through her veins. Delicious tension spiraled tighter and tighter.

This was her fantasy come true.

She couldn’t stop the guttural cries that escaped her lips and echoed through the room. Couldn’t stop her body from writhing beneath the two mouths and four hands dedicated to her pleasure. Her fingers hurt from grasping the bedclothes so tightly, but she didn’t want to let go. Didn’t want to risk anything that might stop them from doing exactly what they were doing to her at this moment.

When Marc scraped his teeth across her nipple, pressure built within her until she thought she might burst. And when Tyler rubbed her clit between his teeth, another orgasm slammed into her with the force of a freight train. She had no control over the way her body rocked on the soft mattress. Marc and Tyler didn’t let up. They continued to work their mouths on her, keeping her bucking beneath them longer than she ever had before.

Finally she was limp and panting, nothing more than a satisfied blob on the bed. A shaky laugh escaped her lips and she opened her eyes to see two handsome, highly aroused men staring down at her. She had to swallow before she could croak out a shaky, “Wow!”

Tyler’s face was wet with her juices. She always loved to see him like that. She released her grip on the bedclothes and held out her arms to her husband. He slid up her body and didn’t waste any time plunging his hard cock into her ready core. She cupped his face with her hands and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips.

She rocked her hips, taking him deeper within her, loving the way he filled her. The way he always filled her. He grasped her hips and started the slow in-and-out rhythm that rubbed her in all the right places. She closed her eyes and dropped her head back, let her arms fall to her side. Her hand bumped against a naked knee. Her eyes flew open. Marc.

He knelt beside them, watching her and Tyler making love. His strong fingers were wrapped around his rigid cock, pulling on it in long, hard strokes. She caught his shadowed gaze and he smiled slowly, a bit sadly. He was honoring his promise to be only there to pleasure her. But he deserved more than to masturbate while she and Ty made love.

“Let me turn over.”

“What?” Poor Tyler. His eyes were a bit unfocused. He was in the middle of a fucking high.

“I want to get up on my knees.”

She gave him a lot of credit for pulling out of her and letting her change position. She turned over and got up on her hands and knees, her ass facing Tyler. Winking at him over her shoulder, she parted her thighs. “It’s all yours.” Tyler grabbed her hips and thrust into her again, taking her even deeper than he did before. Man, that was good. Shannon looked up at Marc and smiled. “Come here, hon.”

He didn’t ask what she had in mind, obviously knew what she was willing to do for him. But honestly, it was for her too. Marc crawled over and knelt in front of her. He grasped on to her head with both hands, his jaw tense. She eagerly opened her mouth and he plunged his cock between her lips, riding her tongue, not stopping until he hit the back of her throat.

She did her best not to gag, relaxing her throat as much as she could. Tyler pounded into her from behind, rocking her body, pushing her forward and at the same time pushing Marc’s cock further down her throat. Marc thrust into her mouth, rocking her body as well, driving her back toward Ty, thrusting his cock deeper inside her.

They soon found a rhythm to their thrusts, her body rocking wildly between them. She was filled from both ends, two hard cocks rubbing against her hot, wet recesses, taking their pleasure from her. The mattress bounced, the springs creaked. Their passion-rough groans created an erotic harmony in the air around them.

Ty was close. She could tell in the way he tensed, the way he suddenly picked up the pace. He reached around her to find her clit with his experienced fingers. She shuddered as soon as he touched her. She was still so sensitive, she knew it wouldn’t take much for him to set her off yet again.

Marc was grunting, plunging harder, the tip of his cock rubbing against the roof of her mouth. She rubbed her tongue along the underside of his erection then winced as his hold on her hair tightened. He began to shake and let out a rough cry as he came, sending warm come spurting into her mouth.

She was struggling to swallow the squirting stream when Tyler climaxed with a roar. He pinched her clit and she was lost. Her body shook with the most amazing orgasm of the night. Her inner muscles clenched around Tyler’s surging cock at the same time that she sucked on Marc’s spasming cock. She’d never been bombarded by so many sensations in her life. She’d never taken so much, experienced so much, given so much back.

Maybe she wasn’t too old to be sexy and spontaneous after all.

They collapsed into an exhausted heap on the mattress, a mass of arms and legs and sweat-slicked skin. Eventually they rolled onto their backs, side by side, across the mattress. They were breathing hard, groaning and laughing out loud. Shannon reached out and found their hands, still wanting to be connected to both of them. As soon as she finally had the energy, she rolled over to one side and kissed Tyler long and hard.

“Thank you for my birthday present.”

Then she rolled the other way and kissed Marc just as long and hard. “I’m so glad to see you again.”

“I’ve missed you guys,” he replied, his voice rough.

“So when are you going to be in town again?”

He propped up on one elbow and laughed. “Sounds like this family reunion thing is going to be an annual event.”

“Really?” she asked with a grin.

Tyler propped up on his elbow on the other side of her and she gazed up at him, trying to read his expression. She couldn’t help but wonder what he would think about the direction this conversation was taking. Would he be willing to make this more than a one-time experience? Would he be upset with her for even suggesting it?

She didn’t have to worry. He grinned and leaned over to kiss her with a quick combination of lips and teeth and tongue. When he released her, he winked. “Think we can reserve this room a year ahead?”

Shannon just lay there, looking up at her two lovers, grinning like a fool. This had been one hell of a birthday, one where, thanks to her husband and an old friend, she recaptured her wild youth. Now she knew it wasn’t the number of candles on her cake that mattered, but her attitude and a healthy dose of kink.

Suddenly, she couldn’t wait to turn thirty-one.

About the Author

Natasha Moore fell in love with the written word as soon as she could read. As she grew up, she discovered romance and now enjoys the chance to add some extra sizzle to her stories. She lives in New York State with her real life hero who is happy to tell everyone that he’s her inspiration. They travel in their RV whenever possible. The great thing about writing is she can take it anywhere.

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Paolo’s Playhouse, Book 2

On the outside, Amy has the American dream. Two busy kids, a job she loves, a big house thanks to her husband’s climb up the corporate ladder. What she hasn’t had in a long time…is sex. Sure, she’s too exhausted at night to think about it, but maybe Will’s long hours at work aren’t the real reason he rarely touches her anymore.

Feeling her marriage teetering on the edge, she rents the voyeur room at Paolo’s Playhouse. Maybe bringing back the memory of the one wicked thing they used to do together will relight the sparks.

Will loves his wife, but she’s never been one to take chances—except for the time before kids, when they’d camp out in a club’s back booth, getting all worked up watching the dirty dancers. Their careers have seriously cut into their “us” time, and if she’s booked them a sexual playroom, it sounds like she’s serious about solving the problem.

When Will shows up way,
way
late, Amy wonders why she bothered, and if her plan to relight the flame has only made it painfully clear that it’s too late to try.

Warning: Sparks flying, angry words flying, clothes flying, and a loving couple trying to find their way back to each other.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Risk It:

“I hope you enjoy your stay here.” Paolo began to turn away then stopped and took her hand. Kissed it. “Just because your husband has been delayed doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy yourself to the fullest while you are here.” He spoke the words slowly, carefully. “We all have to satisfy ourselves sometimes, don’t we?”

She swallowed. “Yes, of course.” She knew what he was talking about, but there was no way she could enjoy this fantasy room by herself. She didn’t want to stay here alone and watch other people having sex. She’d sneak out in a few minutes and go back to her empty house, take care of all the housework waiting at home, like any other night.