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Kevin kept sliding her sly looks, and she wondered what he was up to. He’d called—obviously, Rowen had shared her phone number as well as her body—at about three-thirty. To make sure she’d woken, he’d said. And then he went ahead and gave her instructions about what to wear, with just as much authority as Ro ever used. Full bra, this time, he said. Short skirt.
And no undies
, like she should have to be told, he said.

Before they entered the restaurant, he stopped them and pushed her up against the brick wall outside the door. He motioned Ro over, and the two of them used their big bodies to block her from view of the street.

“I did a little shopping,” Kevin said. He took a couple things from his jacket pocket and handed one to Rowen. “Inside her bra, right over the nipple.” Then, one at a time, they reached in and slid these little round patches in place. There was a little thickness to them. They reminded Annabelle of those stupid little petals women were supposed to buy, so their nipples wouldn’t show. Like Ro wouldn’t get any woman over that in a big hurry.

Hiding her nipples wasn’t what Ro was usually about. But he and Kevin exchanged a satisfied look and pulled her into the restaurant.

A little later, they were all squeezed together in a dark booth, ordering Chinese. She was just giving her order when the “petals” started vibrating. She jumped and gave a little squeal. Kevin watched her, all innocence, as she stumbled through her order. As soon as the waitress had turned her back, she swatted him.

“Turn those off,” she said.

“No,” he responded. “And don’t complain about it again.” Then he went on and asked Rowen about his show that night.

Annabelle leaned back against the padded seat. Under the tablecloth, both men had a casual hand on her thigh. Gradually, though, they were pressing against her, opening her legs. She started sweating. The vibration against her nipples was constant, and her pussy was starting to throb.

“Kevin, please!”

He looked across her to Ro. “She complained.”

Rowen nodded. “She did. Did you bring something along for punishment?”

“I did,” he said. “Butt plug.”

Annabelle moaned as he looked back at her. “I told you not to complain.”

Like what happened next was going to be her own fault.

“Now, rest your forearms on the table, puss, and lean forward. Way forward,” he instructed. “Lift up a little. Ro, hike her skirt up out of the way.”

Then Kevin put his hand under her and worked the thing into her ass. Somehow, he’d managed to lube it up, and it went in pretty easily. Apparently, it wasn’t as big as certain guys’ hard cocks. “Good job, puss,” he said when he was done. “You can sit back.”

She sat down and moaned again, having to adjust to the thing up her ass. She squeezed a little and that seemed to settle it more comfortably. But she whimpered when Kevin offered a little remote control device to Rowen. “Want the honors?”

“You bet.”

Oh, God. She was pretty sure that wasn’t the control for the petals. Kevin was still playing with that, cranking them up until she started to pant, then backing them down.

Rowen waited until the waitress was back. Just as Annabelle was thanking her for her dinner, the plug started vibrating in her ass.

She held back the squeal this time, though she was sure her smile for the waitress cracked. When they were alone, the men went at their dinners, eating and talking theater as though she wasn’t even there. But they had her legs spread open now, and their hands were creeping up her thighs.

“Full monty now?”

“Yeah,” Ro said, and the vibrations in all three places went to maximum. “I’ll take her clit. I’ve got my hand in just the right position.”

And he did. He was on her left, and he put his middle finger right over her clit, flicking at it without moving his arm at all. He looked off around the restaurant, but Kevin watched her intently.

Annabelle gripped the table with both hands, breathing harshly in and out through her nose.

“She’s about to come,” Kevin said. “Think she can keep from screaming?”

Rowen turned to watch her, too, strumming even faster against her clit. “We’re about to find out, aren’t we?”

Annabelle’s body was starting to spasm. Her breath rasped out in harsh hums. She did want to scream.

She turned her face to Kevin. “Please,” she begged.

“Okay, puss.” He took her head and turned it into his chest. She buried her moans in his jacket then, and he held her hard against him, restraining the involuntary spasms of her body. When she started to descend, they both shut off the vibration.

“That was cool,” Ro said. “Save those things when you get her home, Kev. We’re going to want to use them again.”

“We’ll take her dinner to go,” Kevin said.

Annabelle looked up to see the waitress watching her with open curiosity, or, more likely, envy.

Rowen nodded. “Yeah. She’s a little too, uh, excited to eat now.”

The waitress looked at the two men. “I don’t blame her.”

 

* * * *

 

Kevin walked Annabelle home. It was still early, and so he strolled with her through the Park, hitting a couple of the gardens at its periphery.

He knew she was nuts for all things botanical, and he enjoyed the pleasure she took in it. He liked flowers okay, but she opened his eyes to much more. She pointed out the shades of green in the foliage, tinted with blue or yellow, lit with silver or gold. She saw light the way Inuits were supposed to see snow, with an appreciation for fine differences that were invisible to him.

As much as he enjoyed her pleasure, he loved more just the fact of having her on his arm. She took in the gardens, was an avid people-watcher, and savored the cool evening air. But still, at every moment, he knew that he was the center of her attention.

It was a lovely spot to be in, the focus of that warm, lively energy. She looked up at him, she touched him, and it felt remarkably good.

Rowen was right. She wasn’t just a fuck toy. He’d use her as that if forced because, well, after all, she was a hell of a fuck. But he wanted more.

She’d had a big day, and so she tired before long. She leaned against him, and he was giving her quite a lot of support by the time they got to the condo. He’d left the butt plug up her ass. Given the way she sometimes let out a little shudder, he knew that was causing her quite a bit of stimulation as she moved. He hadn’t hit her with either of the remotes since they left the restaurant. She was pretty quiet, and he figured she needed the rest. Whether she knew it or not, she wasn’t done getting fucked for the night.

He used the elevator to get her upstairs and started kissing her as soon as the door closed on them. He kept it up when he got her inside the condo.

In general, he wasn’t much for kissing. He liked sex hard and fast and usually chose women who were happy enough to have it that way. If they complained, well, he didn’t stick around to hear it.

But things were different with his puss. In fact, he was afraid he was falling for her. Beyond sharing her pussy, Ro hadn’t really told him what his intentions were. But he’d checked it out—each of the three bedrooms in the condo had a king in it. And he could guess who that third bedroom was meant for.

Ro was working up to a long-term ménage.

Kevin wasn’t sure that was something he wanted. Oh, he didn’t have any trouble remembering the fucking blast it had been back when the three friends had shared women in college. He loved Ro and Braeden, though he didn’t mean that in a gay way. It was a fucking treat to watch them get it on with a woman while he did her, too. Nothing was better than a hot, hard climax shared with his pals.

But Annabelle was different. Ro loved her, and Kevin thought he could, too. The guys were all turning thirty this year. Sure, it was time they might start thinking of settling down. But all with the same woman? How would that work?

Whatever. Right now, this woman felt like his, and she was about to topple off her feet. So he kissed her again since it felt so damn good. He put a little tongue in it this time. “Come to my bed with me, will you, puss?”

She smiled at him and he carried her in. He stood her on her feet, propping her up while he undressed her, dropping her little bits of clothing on the floor. Then he laid her down in the middle of the bed, arranging her legs so he could see her pussy and get glimpses of the plug peeking out of her ass. He looked his fill while he undressed. She was just alert enough to show a little interest in his bobbing cock.

A gentleman would let her sleep. But his cock was freaking throbbing as he stared down at her. Guess he wasn’t that much of a gentleman.

“You know, there’s one part of you I haven’t fucked yet.”

Hell, he’d be sure to make it good for her, too.

 

* * * *

 

That sounded more like Kev. It had seemed a bit romantic, there, that charming walk through the Park, those warm kisses in the elevator, and then that sweet—well, except for the whole puss thing—invitation to his bed.

But an “open your mouth, here comes my dick” approach was more like him.

Even so, when he climbed into bed, he started kissing her again and touching her gently all over. But it wasn’t long before his mouth started moving over her with more determination and his breath grew harsher. And hers, too, to be honest. The man did know how to use his mouth and hands. When he started directing her to his cock, she was ready.

“Suck me. Suck my cock, puss. Come on.”

He lay on his back and brought her to her knees over him. He grasped her head but just held her, not trying to control her, letting her set the pace and depth.

He liked what she did, judging by the way his body bowed and his encouragement turned all crude and improper. She’d already noted that Kevin loved using graphic language to describe what he was doing to her and what she was doing to him. It seemed to intensify his pleasure and, it turned out, hers, too.

She was coming to like using those words just as he did. “I love your big cock, Kev. I want it in my mouth.” She gave him a long, hard suck. “I want it down my throat.”

She loved sucking cock. Rowen had trained her for it well. That had been in his own interest, of course, but it had given her pleasure, too. She’d come to love the way he growled out his satisfaction when she took him down her throat. And she loved Kevin’s surprise and his very vocal appreciation when she swallowed him all the way. He gasped and rocked up. “Christ, puss. Do that again.”

By the second time, he was about to lose it. He pulled her back and urged her around. “Sixty-nine me,” he said. “I want to eat pussy.”

He tongued her then, sucking and stroking, encouraging her on until she was about to come, too.

Then he flipped her again and filled her pussy with cock. She thought he’d forgotten about that butt plug, but clearly he was just waiting for the right moment. He found the remote and turned it on high. Right away, she started moaning. Uncontrollably, her pussy milked his cock, wanting more.

“Kevin, Kev. Fuck me.”

He groaned, too. “Oh, that’s good, puss. I can feel it vibrate inside you. It’s almost as good as having Ro ass-fuck you while I’m up your cunt.”

He groaned again, apparently done talking about it. He started fucking her hard, lifting up to suck at her tits.

His athletic body had a lot of stamina. Three or four times he brought her nearly to climax before pulling back, telling her he wasn’t done with her yet. Each time, he pushed her higher, making that almost-reached orgasm even stronger.

She complained, even bitched at him, finally, before he let her go over. He was pounding into her by then, humping her like it was the last fuck of his life, when she started coming. His big hard cock drove her on, until she let her screams go, the ones for this climax and the ones he’d suppressed at the restaurant, too, apparently. He growled his orgasm into her, spurt after spurt of hot semen shooting into her.

It took a long time coming down. Finally he stopped rocking into her. He pulled out, turned her a little to gently remove the butt plug, and then curled around her. He lay half on top of her as they fell asleep.

 

* * * *

 

With light coming from the hall, Rowen watched the two of them sleeping together. Kevin was draped over Annabelle, claiming her as his own.

He saw their clothes tossed on the floor at the side of the bed. That wicked butt plug was nestled atop Annie’s little skirt. Too bad about that, he’d have enjoyed a go at her with the thing still in place. All in all, it looked like they’d had a pretty good fuck before they’d fallen asleep.

He didn’t mind that Kevin claimed ownership. In fact, he liked it. But it wasn’t
sole
ownership. He went to them and rolled Kevin off his—their—woman. Kevin opened his eyes and watched as Ro lifted Annabelle and carried her out of the room.

Annie barely even woke when he laid her on his bed. Even though he’d warned her to save some fuck for him, he probably should just leave her alone. But, God, he was happy with her, the way she’d taken both of them today, risen to the sexual demands of two very virile men. His heart was full, and he just had to fuck her.

Nice and gentle, with her all to himself.

So he lay down with her and warmed her up with his tongue everywhere. Just like his girl, she rose to the occasion and pretty soon was urging him to hurry up and fuck her. He mounted her, still kissing her, softly telling how much he loved her, how he loved her pussy and loved fucking her. He gently worked her cunt, driving them both to a nice, slow come.

He nearly had them both there when the bedroom door opened, slanting light across the bed. Kevin just stood there watching as the two of them continued to make love, stroking each other, gazing into each other’s eyes, whispering sweet words.

But after a few minutes, he felt Kevin’s weight depress the mattress. “Roll her over,” he said quietly. “I want ass.”

Rowen loved this soft, gentle fuck so much, he almost wanted to send Kevin away. But if they were going to share, well, they’d have to fucking share.

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