Piece of Tail (6 page)

The bottom of her shirt covered where she wanted him most, but that didn't seem like a deterrent to him. He flipped the fabric up and both men groaned.

"What?” Suddenly self-conscious, she tried to bring her knees together. Patrick wasn't having it.

"You are gorgeous, Gina."

"Fucking beautiful,” Daniel echoed.

Patrick's fingers stroked her lower lips, the tiniest, barest of touches. “She's bare."

She started to say “No shit, Sherlock,” but realized that Patrick wasn't talking to her, he was talking to Daniel. Then, he touched her again with a firmer hand and all thoughts of sarcastic retorts flew form her mind. Now, all of her attention was focused on the man between her thighs as he petted her pussy. He stroked her slit, slipping from top to bottom and with each successive pass, she grew hotter, wetter. Those fingers that normally handed her work and signed her paycheck were now teasing and caressing her. Her cunt clenched and clit throbbed with his gentle, tender branding on her sensitive flesh. Up and down he stroked, stoking the burning, scorching rush in her blood.

Daniel's arms shifted and dragged along the fabric of her shirt until he slipped his hands beneath the hem. Then, warm hands rubbed along her abdomen, shifting higher until he cupped her breasts, fingers plucking her hardened nipples.

"Yes,” she hissed, arching into Daniel's touch and rocking her hips in a silent beg to Patrick. Both men chuckled.
The bastards.

Soon, soft, tender lips seared her skin. Daniel nipped and licked the side of her neck, nuzzling her just below her ear while he continued to stroke and play with her breasts. He kneaded them, pinching the nipples lightly and occasionally adding a twist to the tormented nubs. The pinches, pulls and strokes shot straight to her overly-teased pussy, causing the ache and needy warmth to grow in intensity.

Patrick's caresses grew in strength. His fingertips separated her labia, sliding easily through her cream. He circled the opening of her pussy, teasing her by sliding a finger into her throbbing cunt and then withdrawing just as quickly. She rocked her hips, aching for deeper penetration and all she got was a deep, male chuckle in return.

Finally, she gave up. Gina let her head loll against the back of the couch and opened her body fully to the two men since they seemed to be content with keeping her on edge. She figured she'd ride that edge, the aching sweetness of being kept on the brink.

Patrick circled her clit with his thumb and she forced herself not to move, to allow him to give her the pleasure she craved instead of chasing it as she usually did. Tremors started at her toes, forcing them to curl and grab onto the carpet. They shivered and shook up her legs to pause at the juncture of her thighs, the concentration of her pleasure.

Daniel murmured in her ear, his words, as much as his hands, driving her arousal higher. “He wants to taste your sweet pussy, wants to lap at that cream like the cat he is. Open your legs for him. Let him drink you up, Gina."

She moaned, another wave of arousal pouring through her veins. She opened her thighs wide, praying that Daniel's words weren't just a tease.

The first touch of Patrick's tongue on her clit rocketed her into heaven. She felt like a kitten that'd gotten into the year's supply of catnip. Her back arched of its own volition, pressing, no shoving her pussy into Patrick's face as he became intimately acquainted with her. His fingers suddenly filled her cunt, stretching her while rubbing that sweet spot deep within. She shouted. “Yes!"

Gina gripped Patrick's head, holding him exactly as she wished as he pleasured her and he growled in response, pulling her hands away and placing them on her thighs.

"He likes control; likes figuring out exactly how to make you scream his name. You want to scream for him, don't you? Want to come with his name on your lips.” Daniel's wicked words filtered through her mind. His hands stayed occupied with her breasts and she reveled in the attention the two men gave her, rejoiced in it.

Patrick continued to fuck her with his fingers, stroking in and out of her cunt with a steadily increasing speed while Daniel whispered those naughty words into her ear.

"Once we're done playing with you, we'll go upstairs and fuck that pretty little pussy of yours. You want that, don't you, Gina? Want us deep in your cunt, coming on our cocks. We'll make you come until your body can't anymore."

Her pussy spasmed and clenched around Patrick's fingers, the muscles of her body tightening and releasing with each subsequent wave of ecstasy. Daniel pinched her nipples, hard, and the shot of pain went straight to her clit causing her to cry out.

"Yeah, you want to come, don't you? Come on Patrick's face; let him lap at that sweet cream. He's earned it."

Gina's hands curled into fists, fighting the urge to direct Patrick to where she desired his tongue the most. Then… then he latched onto her clit, circling the tiny, aroused nubbin with his tongue while he sucked. Round and round he went, flicking and licking her as if she were the rarest and tastiest of creams. Harder and faster he worked her pussy until finally… finally she came, pussy spasming and clenching around his fingers, back arched and muscles convulsing as her body reacted. She absorbed the waves of pleasure pouring through her, carrying her away with each ebb and flow dancing along her nerves.

Patrick slowed his attentions as her spasms died away, pressing soft, chaste kisses to her lower lips while Daniel tenderly petted her breasts, rubbing tiny circles on them. His lips, never far from her neck, continued to kiss and caress the skin below her ear. He murmured softly against her, telling her how wonderful she was, how good she had performed for Patrick, for them.

Patrick laid his head on her thigh, hands petting her legs as he caught his breath as well. His eyes, the pure blue of a mid-day sky, met hers and he smiled. Not the smile she normally got from him while at work. No, this was a smile containing emotions she dared not ever hope or wish for from him. She spared a glance for Daniel and saw hints of the same emotion.
Oh hell no!

They couldn't do this to her. Not now, not after they'd discussed her being their toy. She'd spent too long protecting herself, and her heart, to have it crushed by these two men.

Quick as the cat who shared her body, Gina untangled herself from Patrick and Daniel's grasps and made a beeline for the stairs. Standing on the first step, she threw them a smiling invitation. “Last one in bed has to watch!"

She bolted, jogging up the steps as quickly as her out of shape body, complete with jiggly thighs, would let her. Behind her, she heard the thump of male feet pounding on the wood. She redoubled her efforts. It wouldn't be any fun to let them catch her on the stairs. As sexy as stairway sex sounded, she didn't imagine it'd be much fun in application.

By the time she crested the stairs, she was out of breath. Panting, she shuffled toward the bed, thankful she'd made it before…

A growl followed by Daniel's “Got ya!” was all the warning she received before her world turned upside down. Before she could blink, he had her flipped around and tossed over his shoulder. Even with her extra weight, he didn't break his stride. She raised her head and came face to crotch with Patrick's groin, his thick cock straining the fabric of his shorts.

"Hey, beautiful.” Patrick stroked himself over the cloth. “See something you like?"

Before she could respond, Daniel spun her around and pretended to drop her as he flopped onto the bed. Patrick slumped down next to him. The two men were barely breathing any faster than normal. The in-shape studs.

Daniel shifted and wiggled her until she lay on top of him, breast to breast, thigh to thigh, and gloriously hard cock to cunt. “So, where do you want to watch from, Gina?"

"What?"

Patrick rolled toward them and he stroked her ass, paying special attention to the area around her tail. She wiggled her ass in response; her cat purred on the inside, loving the extra attention he laved on that part of her. Most lovers, okay, all lovers, never touched her there. If they knew about her tail, they pretended it didn't exist. Well, except for Blaze those few times in the hot tub, but that didn't really count.

Patrick encircled her tail with his hand and stroked her from root to tip, sending a wave of pleasure through her body that only served to renew her arousal. Already her pussy throbbed and grew heavy with desire.
And all he's done is touch my tail.
“You are the last one in bed. Therefore, you have to watch."

She glared at him. “Am not. You were, I got into bed with Daniel."

"Nope, actually, baby, you haven't even touched the bed yet."

She swung her gaze to Daniel and glared at him next. “Nu uh."

"Ya huh. Who's holding you right now? Has your skin touched the comforter?"

A growl, deep, angry and predatory built in her chest.

"Hey.” Patrick swatted her ass. “Bad kitty."

Daniel spared a glance for Gina. She didn't look to be a very happy camper at the moment, but he knew that would change before all was said and done. He remembered the scent of her musk and how loud she'd keened just from watching him blow Patrick. Now, he was going to blow her mind. She was settled in his favorite chair in the corner with an unobstructed view of the bed, her tail swishing and dancing, the tip twitching. Yeah, she'd get the best show of her life and hopefully she'd join them.

He turned his attention to his lover, Patrick. The man was a study of trim lines and precisely sculpted muscle. Patrick had always been tall and lanky, especially compared to his own stockier build. But no matter what they did, the thinner man always gave Daniel a run for his money.

Patrick lay sprawled on the bed, legs hanging off the edge and hands propped behind his head as Daniel approached. Daniel didn't waste a moment. He whipped his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. His pants were next. He shoved them down his hips. Pulling them free of his erection, he let them drop to the ground and he kicked them aside. Gina's presence, though palpable, faded to a buzz behind him. He only had eyes for Patrick now, his lover of years, and the most beautiful man he'd ever seen.

"Shirt,” Daniel demanded and he was happy to see Patrick shift to comply.

While his lover worked to divest himself of his shirt, Daniel worked on the man's pants. With a few quick and efficient tugs, he had Patrick nude from the waist down. He let the other man worry about his shirt on his own since Daniel had exactly what he'd been looking for. Patrick's cock, full of blood and completely erect, stood tall above his groin. The plum-hued head was coated in a fine sheen of fluid. Yeah, his lover had really gotten off on pleasuring Gina and now it was Daniel's turn to do the pleasuring. He never could get enough of Patrick's cock. Plus, he knew he'd be getting a lot more before long.

Daniel dropped to his knees and placed Patrick's legs over his shoulders, opening the man to him completely. For the moment, he avoided Patrick's dick and focused a little further… south. He laved and sucked on his lover's balls, enjoying the thick musky scent that seemed inherently Patrick. The smooth skin and salty taste worked to heighten Daniel's own arousal. His tongue danced along the man's perineum, giving his lover more pleasure if Patrick's moans were any indication. He kissed, caressed, licked and sucked everything but Patrick's cock, doing his best to drive him wild. It wasn't often that Patrick relinquished control and allowed him to drive their lovemaking. He had a feeling the show was all for Gina.

"Please.” Patrick whimpered.

Daniel sucked one of Patrick's balls into his mouth and laved the taut skin as he stretched it. He released his lover with a soft pop.

"What do you want, Patrick?” Daniel wrapped his fingers around Patrick's thick cock and stroked him from root to tip. Patrick hissed his approval. “Should I make you beg?” He stroked him again. “Should I make you writhe and moan for me or give you what you want?"

Just as quickly as he'd started, Daniel stopped and reached into the bedside table. In seconds, he had what he'd been looking for. With a quick squirt, his fingertips were covered in cool, slick lube. He swiped the gel across Patrick's puckered asshole and the man pulled his legs farther apart. “Yeah, you're a needy bottom, aren't you? Want my cock in your ass, Patrick?"

"Yes, fuck yes, fuck my hole. I want her to see."

Daniel chuckled. Yeah, his lover, when in the mood, never could get enough.

"Got a good view, Gina? Want to get any closer?” He looked over to the raven-haired beauty and nearly lost his train of thought. She stared, transfixed, at where his fingers toyed with Patrick's asshole, her own fingers pressed against her pussy, stroking the glistening skin. He licked his lips and his cock throbbed. Damn, but he wanted a taste of her, just as Patrick had gotten. Oh well, time enough for that… later.

He returned his attention to his long-time lover. Slowly, stretching out the sensations and the teasing for as long as he could, he slid two fingers into Patrick's ass. The man's hole eased open around him, as if begging to be fucked. His lover managed to pull his knees wider, opening up that ass as much as he could. And Daniel loved him for it. The wider he spread his legs, the better view both he and Gina got.

"Fuck me, please, Danny.” Patrick's eyes were closed up tight, face contorted from being in that place of pleasure so great it was almost painful.

He tugged on Patrick's cock, stroking from bottom to tip and back again as he soothed his lover. “Shhh… One more finger, baby, and then I'll take this ass. You want it, don't you? Want my cock inside you. Tell me. Let Gina hear how much you like having your ass fucked. Let her know that I'll be pretending it's her writhing beneath me while I pound away. You want that, don't you? Want me to yell her name when I come in your ass? Tell me."

"Yeah, want that. Want you in me. Show her how good it'll be."

Daniel looked to Gina, trying to gauge her response to their banter, only to find her attention focused on Patrick. Yeah, his lover was a sight. Aroused and wanting, the man looked to be somewhere between ecstasy and death and if not for the cock straining for Daniel's touch, he would have thought Patrick was in horrendous pain.