Monroe, Melody S. - Deception Fantasy [Fantasy Resort 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

She dragged a finger across her chocolate-drenched nipples and sucked on her finger, long and hard.

“That’s not fair.” She knew damn well how sexy that looked. The tease would pay.

“I get to make up the rules, so behave.”

She swirled another finger around her nipple and licked it clean. Jack shifted his weight, clearly in agony from the erotic gesture.

His own balls tightened, almost to the point of being painful, wondering what she had planned for them. Trace wasn’t sure about Jack’s experience, but he’d never gotten a blow job from a client. Not that it wasn’t allowed. It just was never part of the client’s fantasy, until now, he hoped.

“Come on, Jack, let’s get in the shower so Diana can get on with her torture.”

Her cheeks dimpled as she dragged her gaze over them, stopping for a long while at their hard-ons. She followed them into the shower and stood across from them, inches from the flowing water. She dropped her head back and let the water cascade through her hair.

Damn, she made him hot. Hotter than he ever remembered being. If he believed in love, he’d claim he was smitten. This fabulous woman was something else. She gave it right back at them. Now there was a woman of his dreams.

“Sugar, you are a tease, but we can handle anything you give us.” One more lie, but he’d say anything to have her hands on him, caressing his ready-to-burst cock.

If he came all over her, then so be it. He was a big enough man to admit she’d bested him. Too bad his need to fuck her grew with every second that passed. He just didn’t like the sinking feeling of being helpless that went along with the excitement.

If either of them did have sex with her, they’d lose their jobs. He didn’t mind, really, but the Center for Abused Women would. After his dad regularly beat up his mom, Trace promised to give what he could to those women in need. Too bad Mom died before the Center could help her.

“Are you ready?” She had a wicked glint in her eye.

“You can do me first, sugar, so Jack has time to get mentally prepared for the assault.”

Jack punched him in the arm. “You saying I’ll come too fast or something?”

“I didn’t say anything about getting excited.”

Jack rolled his eyes.

“I’m going to do my best to make this an outstanding experience for both you boys.” He liked how she tossed their lines back at them.

But did she really think they were boys? He grabbed his dick. “Have you ever known a boy with a cock this size?”

Her brows rose, and her hand stilled. Then she had the nerve to laugh. “No. But don’t get defensive. It’s a compliment to be called a boy. It means you have a hard body and a youthful appearance.”

She had a point, but he didn’t totally buy her claim.

With her body glistening, she picked up the chocolate bottle. Without saying a word, she swatted away his hand and grabbed his dick. He thought his heart would jump out of his chest. Her fingers held him lightly, as if she didn’t know how much pressure a man could take. The thought she knew less than she let on made him hotter.

With her thumb on her other hand, she flipped off the cap and aimed the bottle over the head of his cock. He adored this woman. There was something about the way she responded to their touches that made him lose his mind, and now she was going to return the favor.

She squeezed the plastic bottle and closely watched the chocolate drip over the mushroom-shaped head and down his shaft. There wasn’t any need to hold his cock upright as it was standing to attention by itself, but he wasn’t going to complain. Only when some chocolate dripped on her hand, did she release him.

She giggled. “I need a towel to kneel on.”

Yes! She wanted to give him a blowjob. He inwardly groaned. She stepped into the bathroom, retrieved a towel, and turned off the water.

Diana folded the towel in front of him and knelt down. His balls hardened thinking about her tongue wrapped around his cock.

Jack shoved him over a step. “I want a better view.” He stepped behind her.

His friend definitely got a good view of her fine ass. Trace bet he could guess where his friend’s mind was. Sure enough, Jack picked up a bar of soap and winked over her back. Wouldn’t Diana be surprised when her wet pussy and her fine ass got a washing.

“Now for the good part,” she said.

While the whipped cream was cold, it was worth anything to see her bubble with such joy as she squirted his rock-hard cock with a cloud of white. She placed the can on the floor, leaned over, and began licking. She took forever to eat through the top layer. When her sweet tongue reached his cock, he almost jumped.

While she worked her magic, it was her delicate fingers at the base of his dick that drove him crazy. She’d press one way, then the other, to balance her tongue from tilting his cock too far, as if that could ever happen, given how hard he was.

The moment her tongue made it through the gooey mess, she moaned. Dear God, he wasn’t sure he could stand there without dragging his hands through her hair. Her mouth suddenly engulfed his cock, and he stiffened.

She pulled off. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” His voice came out sounding strangled.

She went back to work, only this time, she cupped his balls while she sucked. He’d never had anyone give him such a wonderful blowjob. The woman was a natural. When his dick reached the back of her throat, she moved up and down a few times then pulled away. He slapped the side of the wall. She glanced up and smiled.

Damn her. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“I’m still hungry,” she said, her words coming out breathy.

She dribbled more chocolate over the top and licked her way down to his balls. He sent a silent plea to Jack. He wanted to punch the SOB’s smug look off his face, but Trace knew Jack would be in a world of hurt in a moment, too, when she did him.

Jack waved the bar of soap and Trace nodded. He was so close to coming, and he didn’t want to embarrass himself for his loss of control.

She seemed totally unaware that Jack had dropped behind her. When he dragged the soap between her legs, she squealed and whipped around, landing on her butt.

“What was that?”

Jack grinned and held up the soap. “Look, you still got chocolate on your titties. I thought maybe I would help wash you.” He turned his mouth down into a frown.

“You need an anatomy lesson if you think my tits are between my legs.” She giggled. “You’ll pay for that, cowboy. Hold on. I’m almost done with Trace.”

Thank God.

When he thought her touch couldn’t get any more electrifying, she filled her palm with some fruity-smelling goo from the soap dispenser on the wall and lathered it on his cock.

“I don’t want you leaving here all full of chocolate.”

No, couldn’t have that, could we?

Using two hands, she rubbed his cock up and down so many times, he was positive he’d never been so clean. With each stroke, his pulse increased and his cock grew harder, if that was possible. When she cleaned his balls, it took all of his strength not to turn her around, bend her over, and slide his soapy cock into her virginal pussy. It might be worth the job loss to take her one time.

No. If he had her once, he’d want her again and again.

“Don’t you think it’s time to torment Jack?” he pleaded.

She took the handheld showerhead and rinsed him. He swore she held it closer than necessary so the pulses would be hard and sensual.

“You want to switch places?”

Boy, did he ever. Thank God she hadn’t planned on washing all of him. He was positive he would have lost it if her hands had touched every inch of him.

Trace slid along the wall to move behind Diana as Jack took his spot. The view from here was almost as enticing as watching her breasts sway with every pump on his cock. She proceeded to make her sundae out of Jack’s dick. Trace enjoyed watching his friend’s face contort as Diana ate her way downward.

At first Jack’s arms were by his side, but he ended up supporting himself on the wall and glass shower door. Trace worked hard to hold in a laugh. He stepped to the side to watch her tits sway. To get a better view, he knelt behind her. What he would give to drive two fingers up her pussy and feel her walls swallow his hand.

For the next ten minutes, she reduced Jack to an eighteen-year-old. He’d groan, puff out his chest as if he was using all of his control not to succumb, then dance right, then left. His fingers turned white pressing hard on the tiled wall.

“Enough, darlin’, unless you want to eat a different kind of cream.”

She sat back. “I wouldn’t mind, but I think I’ll let you stew for a while.”

What a cock tease.

She stood and set aside her instruments of torture. “Now, I need to wash. You’re welcome to watch if you want.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, sugar.”

She motioned for Trace to stand next to Jack. She took the chocolate and squirted it all over her tits.

“Oh, my, I spilled it.”

She would pay. He wanted to suck those hard little peaks so bad, but he’d lose control for sure.

She swiped the tips and tasted the chocolate again. If she put whipped cream on her pussy, he’d have to dive in. No man could last watching her do that.

Diana put down the bottle and dipped her hair under the faucet again. Her large, syrup-covered tits stuck out like muddy headlights in the fog. She soaped her hair and lathered it up. The chocolate dripped down her belly and flowed over her pussy. This was torture. He didn’t have to look at Jack, for he knew what his expression would be.

While he’d showered with many women, watching Diana twisted his insides. She filled her palms with soap and washed her tits, but not with her hands as one should, but with one little finger at a time. First, she swirled it around her nipples, then dragged it along the sides of her breasts. If that wasn’t enough, when she finally made it down to her pussy, she took extra care to wash both inside and out.

“So much chocolate. I’ve made such a mess.” All the while, she moaned.

“Diana. You are being cruel.”

Trace wanted to jack off while watching her, but he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. Yes, they were hired to do just that, but she was asking too much of them. Standing by and doing nothing was not his style.

Then she did the unspeakable. She turned her back to them, bent all the way over, and pretended to wash her feet. Her entire cunt was open, vulnerable, there for the plucking. Jack groaned and grabbed his cock.

Trace didn’t want to be there should Jack break the rules. Instead, he slammed open the shower door, grabbed a towel, and walked through the bathroom to the bedroom. He gave himself a cursory rubdown, tossed on his jeans and shoes, and stalked out of the room with his shirt in hand. He hated that she’d driven him to this level of desire, but she’d be sorry for her actions.
Just you wait
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Chapter Five

Diana had never had a more exhilarating day. The power gained from watching her two men squirm was worth everything. She woke up a few times last night grinning, remembering how they’d practically writhed in the shower when she played with herself.

To tell the truth, she was surprised after Trace’s outburst that he was willing to go into the wilds with her for an overnight, but he said since she loved camping more than anything, he agreed to go.

“Hey, guys. All set?”