Spin Some More (5 page)

Jason frowned, his biceps clenching with tension as Murry stepped forward.

Penelope eyed Murry’s member as if she were a scientist studying something of critical consequence. Smiling in satisfaction, she cupped his dick in her hand and immediately, as if by magic, it thickened and hardened under her palm. Thrilled, she glanced up and smiled at him. “Nice. 
Very
 nice. Do you actually take something to perform adequately, or how do you get hard so soon after…?”

“Some guys take a few pills but I’m a natural,” Murry admitted softly, his cheeks staining bright pink.

“Keep your hands to yourself, Penelope,” Jason growled, his eyebrows furrowing into a scowl, his hands fisting at his sides.

She giggled and dropped her hand. “Fine. No hands.” Falling back on the bed, she had eyes only for Murry. She’d intended to give Jason a show and now he would get it.

“How about fucking me with no hands? Think you can manage? Just your cock, nothing else can touch me.”

Jason watched, seemingly stupefied while the muscled escort gently shouldered him aside and knelt on the bed as Penelope parted her legs wide so he could slide his hips between her thighs. She gasped when he entered her, glorying at the feel of his hardened cock inside her. Their bodies were joined only in that single place, his cock slowly sinking into the pink, slippery slit between her legs. Every one of her senses felt attuned to that pulsing male organ entering and withdrawing from her heat. It felt so sensual, to touch only in that place, his gentle penetration heightening the sensitivity of her pebbled flesh and the feel of each little quiver in her cunt as it squeezed and drew his cock farther inside her. Murry made a low, gruff sound and Penelope closed her eyes and arched her back, ripples of pleasure washing over her as he began a slow, leisurely fuck.

* * * * *

Jason was going to fucking 
kill
 her—but first he was going to watch. Oh dear Lord.

Dear, dear Lord. She was going to be the end of him.

His eyes dropped to her tits. They called to him, round and full and female, the nipples drawn and puckered for his kiss already. Moving to the side of the bed, he bent forward, drawing one nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. When it was wet and quivering, he suckled it. Her whole body trembled under his lips and he suckled harder, using his teeth to nip the hard little crest, wanting to devour her. Milk her.

Huffing, puffing sounds reverberated in the room as Murry fucked her—no hands, just cock—and Jason was so fevered and frantic and wanting that he’d never thought such ardent need possible.

When Murry began to ram inside Penelope’s small, sleek body even faster, making her whimper and cry like a mare, Jason knew he couldn’t stand it anymore. He needed to be inside her, in that place he’d always craved, a place he knew in his heart was 
his
.

He leaned close to whisper to her. “Suck him,” he ordered, hungrily dipping his tongue in her ear.

Penelope opened her eyes to stare hazily up at Murry. “Come here and let me suck you, big boy,” she said in an intimate whisper.

When Murry moved, Jason immediately took his place, grabbing Penelope’s hips and sinking his fingers into her warm, moistened flesh as he slammed inside her, making a loud, deranged sound when his penis was finally— 
finally
, after years—fully sheathed inside her.

Murry slowly lay down on the bed beside her, settling his hips a few inches away from her face. As if starved, Penelope opened her mouth and searched for the thick, bulbous head of his cock, purring in pleasure when she found it and tugging it into her mouth with her lips. Frenzied, she looked desperate to eat it, taking as much of it as possible while Jason fucked his way into her pussy.

Jason watched her take the other man, watched as her mouth parted wide and her tongue rubbed against the length of Murry’s thick organ, flicking the folds of the head, swiping along the tip. Licking every inch of his cock that she could, her hand gently cupped his nuts, her thumb slowly brushing along the sparse hairs over the sac, making him groan deliriously.

Jason was mad with need, his grip holding her fast as he screwed her at will, pounding his cock deep inside her, pulling it out wet and slick and gleaming with her cream, then ramming it back in. No one made him this hot, this horny, except this innocent little slut, doing all these naughty things to him. Torturing him, tormenting him—and proving that she was even wilder than he was!

Her cunt squeezed him, slick and tight, like nothing he’d slipped his cock into before. If she weren’t sucking on Murry he’d want to pull out his cock and make her suck it, make her taste her own pussy on him, make her eat his drops of cum and lick every inch of his dick.

“Do you like it?” he asked thickly, his voice heavy with arousal. “You like sucking cock?”

She tilted her head back to whisper a low and sultry, “Yes,” before taking the cock greedily into her mouth again, drinking from it as if it were her life’s sustenance, as if she couldn’t live without it or bear a minute away from it.

Jason groaned and cupped her breasts as he moved his hips back, gently withdrawing, only to slam back inside her again. Murry’s body tensed as he neared his climax and he pulled out of her mouth. Penelope curled one hand around him and began to stroke him fast.

Jason went crazy, his lungs exerting as they fought for air while he pounded into her cunt as if the devil himself were forcing him to.

Penelope shuddered just as she opened her mouth, slid out her tongue and caught some of Murry’s cum as he exploded, spilling his cream. She drank most of it, purring in delight, while the rest fell on her chin and lips, where she licked it ravenously, making Jason the hottest, horniest bastard in the whole hot-damned world. He came inside her with a harsh cry of passion, shuddering completely before he fell beside her on the bed, limp and nearly, 
very
 nearly, dead. 

For a few moments they said nothing and just lay there, the three of them, entangled on the bed. Chest heaving, Jason stared up at the ceiling and reached out to stroke Penelope’s naked, sweaty body lying motionless beside his. “Wow. That was just…wow!” Jason said dazedly, still feeling winded.“Uh-huh,” came Murry’s reply.

Jason lifted his head and glowered at him across the peaks of Penelope’s nipples.

“Don’t you think it’s about time you left already?”

Murry propped himself up on an elbow and stared down at Penelope. “Should I?”

Biting back a smile, she shook her head solemnly as she sat up on the bed. “No, please don’t, because I have one itty-bitty request from you. From 
both
 of you, actually.”

Jason inwardly groaned. Oh no. Penelope’s requests were usually flat-out horrifying, like that time she’d asked him to rescue an already dead animal from the street and drive for miles just to get to a vet to see if a resuscitation was possible—

which of course Jason knew was not. His car had stunk for weeks.

“That is,” Penelope added teasingly, switching her gaze from one man to the other.

“
If
 you can both get it up.”

“Of course,” Murry quickly assured.

Jason’s scowl intensified. Was this a challenge? Would it mean he wasn’t man enough if he didn’t get it up for the third fucking time in one single night? He relaxed only slightly when he realized maybe poor Murry wouldn’t be so eager to get it up if he knew what sort of discomforting “requests” Penelope usually thought up.

“Jason?” she prodded.

He sighed. “All right, what?” he heard himself say. “Could you guys stand together and…rub cocks for a few minutes?”

Jason jackknifed to a sitting position. “
What
?”

Penelope smiled at him charmingly, clasping her hands before her chest as if in prayer. “Oh puleeeze?”

“Of course by all means 
no
!” Jason immediately said, bounding up from the bed with record speed.

Penelope giggled, eyes twinkling. “I just want you to rub your cocks together and let me watch just a little. I’d really like that.”

Jason looked at her from across the room as if she’d grown lizards on her head. He shook his head in disbelief. “Baby, you’re really scaring me.”

“I told you I could be wicked. Well, there you have it. It’s my own very secret, very 
private
 fantasy.”

Smiling, she pushed herself off the bed and walked toward him, swaying her hips slowly, like a sultry goddess of sex. “Would you be willing to grant me this little wish, Jason? I’d be happy to make any of 
yours
 come true.”

She knew just how to ask him, damn her, but this time it was not going to happen.

“Yeah, baby, but…”

“Come on, man,” Murry said, rising from the bed. “We’ll just rub cocks, have some rowdy fun.”

Jason stared pointedly at Murry’s already-hard, magical, ever-stiff cock. “I hardly think that would be fun,” he said seriously.

“It’s just rubbing cocks, handsome, it’s not anything drastic,” Penelope encouraged.

“The hell it’s not!”

She crossed her arms and shrugged. “Fine, then don’t.”

“Maybe if we spin the toy like you said…” Murry intervened behind her, grabbing the spin devil from the nightstand and waving it in the air.

Penelope whirled to face him, smiling. “Murry, you are absolutely brilliant.” If that comment wasn’t infuriating, Jason didn’t know what was. He glowered as Murry set the thing on the stand and sent it spinning. “I’m not rubbing cocks no matter what that damned toy—”

“Fork!” Penelope squealed, the tips pointing right at Jason.

Murry looked confused. “Does fork means I get to rub cocks with him?”

“No!” Jason snapped at the same time Penelope said, “Yes!”

Jason pursed his lips as she turned to face him. She was flushed, smiling and looking all lovey-dovey. In fact, she was looking up at him in the same damned way she always did when she wanted to get her way. It was the puppy-dog-behind-the-window-of-the-pet-shop look. Damn her.

Damn her 
twice
 because he actually felt himself responding to her ridiculous request.

His cock hardened at her pleading look, hardened at the pleasure the mere thought of pleasing 
her
 gave him. Hardened at the mere thought of doing something really…very…disgustingly… 
kinky
.

“Goddammit,” he grumbled, and before he thought better of it, he walked toward Murry, thinking he’d make damned sure his friends never, 
ever
 found out about this.

Jason was no man-lover. He’d get ribbed for all eternity for sure. Glancing down to check his tool, he stared at Murry’s, then at his again, trying to discern if he was at least the bigger of the two.

It was a close call. Actually maybe Jason lost by a hairbreadth…or a tiny bit more.

Aw shit, the man’s cock was really big. But he was a freaking pro! He 
lived
 to fuck.

While Jason 
loved
 to fuck, he was hardly a gigolo. And his cock was real—no enhancing anything. Unlike whatever Murry obviously did to his. He didn’t buy that

“natural” thing for a second.

Cheating bastard.

* * * * *
 

Barely able to believe this wasn’t a dream, Penelope took a step back and felt a crashing wave of desire flood between her legs as she watched both men slowly move forward. They were the same height, and although Murry’s cock was about half an inch longer, Jason’s was thicker, smoother. More beautiful than anything to her.

Their foreheads almost made contact when they both stared down and watched in fascination as their tall, throbbing cocks crowded the space that separated them. When they actually touched, the men’s bodies stiffened…maybe in shock, maybe in arousal.

Yes, definitely in arousal, for both their breaths quickened harshly…

Then they began to rub. First just the tips of their cocks, head against head, the bulbous mushrooms slowly stroking against each other. Then, ever so slowly, the whole thick length of them, rubbing up and down, skin to skin.

There was a low, soft brushing sound in the room as their flesh rubbed. Blood pulsed inside their members and even as they touched, both their dicks seemed to throb and tremble in need. Less hesitant now, the men moved closer and scraped their dicks more forcefully, as if their cocks were pained and itching for a scratch. Brazenly, they guided their cocks up and down, now oblivious to Penelope’s presence as they gazed down at themselves, at the way their cocks scraped and brushed and rubbed.

Suddenly, as if in accord, their bodies strained closer, their dicks pressing tightly, their balls almost touching. They were so close, their privates smashed together and appearing almost as one, that it was hard to see where one male began and the other ended.

Penelope’s insides felt like molten lava. An acute, sizzling pain clenched inside the walls of her cunt like a fist of fire. She felt fevered, euphoric, to watch the man she’d always dreamed of do this for her, do this because she was a wicked little girl, repressed her whole life, and had let her inner harlot out to play.

She slowly slid a finger inside her and bit back a moan, not wanting to distract the two males, not wanting to miss a precious moment of this wild, wicked fantasy. Her sex was hot, almost scorching the flesh of her finger as she planted it as deeply as she could. She watched as Murry grabbed Jason’s shoulders and pulled him closer until their chests pressed together. Rocking his hips against Jason’s, their cocks full and hard and throbbing, Murry growled.

Muscles rippling, Jason put his hands on Murry’s hips and began to rock his own, his buttocks flexing at his moves. The tips of their cocks glistened with cum and Penelope knew they were finding pleasure in her request. They were both breathing harsh and fast, like two gnarly beasts mating, and they looked more than ready to get down to business and fuck.

Soundlessly walking forward, she placed a gentle hand on each man’s ass, simultaneously squeezing their flesh before shifting her hands, dipping a finger between each of their buttocks until she was stroking their hot, puckered anuses. Her hardened nipples lightly brushed against the side of their chests. Their hot, rapid breaths fanned her face. Each breath they took became louder, deeper as they hastened to rub more fiercely now, their chests pressing tightly, more cum glistening from the tips of their cocks. She stroked both their anuses, suddenly inserting the tip of a finger inside each.