Trust Me (20 page)

    
Watching her closely as Will straddled her
chest and he moved down between her splayed legs, Alec looked for any signs of
fear or discomfort that being with both of them might cause. Although he didn’t
tell Brooke this, he was grateful for the drugs those bastards gave her before
taking advantage of the way they left her helpless. The drugs had kept her mind
separate from her body, kept her body relaxed so their forceful penetration
hadn’t hurt her and had dulled her senses enough that her conscience was able
to put the incident aside without any physical repercussions. But her sub-conscience,
that part of her mind that remembered exactly what had occurred without her permission,
was responsible for shutting her down when a man got inside her and it was that
part of her he watched for and needed to break through.

    
But, as with everything he had subjected
her to, Brooke accepted the pleasure they were heaping upon her with no qualms
or resistance, just unabashed joy.

    
Watching Will finger fuck her to orgasm
and now rub his cock over her nipples made him ache to show her the pleasure
two men could give her by taking her simultaneously. There was no jealousy at
the thought, at picturing Will fucking her mouth as he took her pussy or Will
enjoying her snug vagina as he buried himself in her ass. Just a thrill at
knowing he was able to give the woman he cared so much about the ultimate in
pleasure. Someday, he vowed, if it took him months or years, he was going to
give her that pleasure.

    
Lifting her legs over his shoulders, Alec
used his thumbs to spread her glistening folds and expose her red, swollen
clit. Grabbing the can of whipped cream, he inserted the nozzle and squirted a
heaping portion inside her, laughing as she squealed and jerked against him.
“Don’t worry, Brooke,” he assured her before taking a long lick up her seam.
“I’ll be sure to extract every dollop.” Keeping her spread, he dove in, latched
on and feasted, her tortured scream of pleasure and jerking hips delighting him
more than anything else had in a long time.

    
Brooke knew it was Will’s cock rubbing
over her nipples by his voice, the way he praised her, his heavy breathing and
the dampness he was spreading across her chest telling her how turned on he
was. As he pushed his cock forward between the cleavage he had created by
pushing her breasts together, she opened her mouth to lick his soft, round,
damp head before he moved back down.

    
“I thought this was our show?” Will rasped
as his cock jerked at the feel of her soft tongue stroking over him.

    
“Please, Will, let me. I need to give
something here.”

    
Will couldn’t deny her and he thought it
would help her heal if she could participate willingly. “Whatever you want,
Brooke.” Pushing forward again, he stayed close to her mouth for several
seconds, allowing her to take his cock head into her mouth, enjoying the way
she sucked him while using her tongue underneath to stroke over very sensitive
nerve endings. Groaning, he slowly pulled away and worked over her breasts
again.

    
The feel of Will’s cock against Brooke’s
nipples then in her mouth, was a new and exciting experience for her, and when
Alec buried his face between her legs, filled her pussy with cold, soft cream
and then proceeded to lick every drop from her cunt before suckling her clit
into his mouth, there was no way she could hold back any longer. Once again the
dual stimulation was overwhelming, destroying her with sensation, bombarding
her with pleasure. She tried to concentrate on licking Will’s cock when he
neared her mouth, but soon she could do nothing but writhe with ecstasy as she
exploded in climax after climax. The warm splash of Will’s semen on her breasts
only increased her pleasure and when his large hands rubbed his come all over
her breasts and nipples as Alec continued his assault on her clit, she
splintered apart again.

    
The taste of Brooke’s come filling his
mouth, the sound of her cries echoing in his ears and the sight of Will
ejaculating on her breasts was more than Alec could bear. Pulling away from her
still clenching cunt and nodding at Will, they flipped her over and Alec
grabbed her still pink buttocks, kneading the pliant flesh before pushing his cock
between her cheeks. Enfolding his dick between those plump cheeks, he rubbed
his cock back and forth, his seeping slit dampening her crack, easing his way.

    
Brooke had lost her grip when they turned
her over, but she quickly found she needed that anchor and took hold of the bed
rails again as Alec tormented her sensitive anus by rubbing his cock between
her ass, his hard hands squeezing her flesh an added stimulant. When Will
worked his hand beneath her and milked her clit between his thumb and forefinger,
she came again with a muffled cry against the bed, her buttocks lifting into
Alec’s thrusts, the warm feel of his come splashing on her ass, her mind and
body overcome with the pleasure these two had wrought.

    
As Alec lifted a tired, sated Brooke into
his arms and headed into the bathroom, Will gathered his clothes and padded
down the hall to the spare room he used when he stayed over. Dropping his
clothes on the floor, he moved into his bathroom, turned the shower on hot and
stepped beneath the blistering spray. Leaning his head back, he let the warmth
seep into his muscles as he recalled Brooke’s face and response when he had
splashed his seed on her breasts. But it wasn’t her face in his mind now, but
that of Angel, picturing her as he thought she would look, seeing in his mind
his dick fucking those larger, fuller breasts, imagining first the wonder
reflected in her hazel eyes at this new experience then the pleasure as he
covered those lush mounds with his come. Instead of riding between the fullness
of her buttocks as Alec had done with Brooke, he saw himself spreading those
plump globes, still red from a spanking, and sinking into her dark hole,
filling her completely, taking her where no man had taken her before.

    
Thank God this damnable waiting was almost
over, he thought as he rinsed the soap from his body, turned off the shower and
grabbed a towel. It had taken some finagling and out right lying to Angel’s
boss, Karen, to get an invitation to Saturday’s private social, but after hearing
another one of her customer’s had specifically asked for and paid for Angel’s
sole attention that night, he wasn’t about to take no for an answer. After
convincing Karen he’d be happy to meet some of the other employees and
reminding her of his long time association with her service as well as the
money he had spent, she reluctantly agreed to send him an invitation and the
details.

    
He had not let on to Angel last night that
he would be there this weekend, that her continued reluctance to meet in person
was coming to an end. Her determination to put nothing before putting the
wheels in motion to adopt a child and her reluctance to get involved
emotionally with any man after what her husband put her through were admirable
and understandable, but he was to the point he was willing to take the chance
of losing her completely rather than keeping on as they have been, phone fuck
buddies and long distance, anonymous friends. All he needed was enough time
with her to show her they were as compatible in person as they were over the
phone and then prove it to her that they could make this work. He had never
wanted a woman the way he wanted Angel, never knew a woman as well as he knew
her, never craved to fuck one to the point of obsession before her, never
desired to settle down to one before hearing that tentative voice on the phone
and listening to those breathless whimpers as she climaxed just to the sound of
his voice giving her instructions.

    
It was time to show his angel just what a
devil he could be.

Chapter Eleven

    
For the third time in less than an hour,
Angie politely refused Mr. DeSotos offer to get her a drink from the bar. Since
arriving at the Broadway Hotel in downtown St. Louis and introduced to Mr. Desoto
in person, she had spent her time deflecting his roaming hands and subsequent
offers of a drink to ‘help her relax’ while trying not to offend one of
Midnight Fantasies best clients and, for the past month, one of her frequent
callers. From his crass conversations with her, she knew he was a slimy weasel
of a man, one she had been dreading meeting ever since Karen had told her he
had specifically asked for her company tonight. That dread intensified when
Karen’s disapproval of her modest cocktail dress was followed swiftly with an
order to remove the matching jacket and to be nice to Mr. Desoto, before
ushering her into the private meeting room reserved for tonight’s social and
she knew it was going to be a long night. Mr. Desoto was crude and obnoxious
over the phone, and she was quickly discovering he was no better in person.

    
“Just give him what he wants and he’ll
move on to another girl,” Amanda advised her as they entered the gathering
together.

    
“You know him?” Angie asked her as soon as
they were out of earshot from Karen.

    
Amanda rolled her heavily made up eyes.
“Honey, everybody knows Mr. Desoto. He’s never given any of us his first name.
He’s got sweaty clammy hands and a small dick that you’ll earn your money
getting a rise out of, but he pays three times what other guys will and then
next week he’ll request to be put through to a new girl and you’ll be rid of
him.”

    
Amanda took off before Angie could disavow
her of the assumption she was going to sleep with Mr. Desoto. She didn’t need
to see his beady black eyes and slicked back black hair to know she wasn’t
desperate enough to sink that low. Even if she had to put off applying for
adoption for that much longer, she would not sell herself to this disgusting
little man, or any other man.

    
Instantly, the image of a tall, blond
haired, green eyed man dressed in a bright Hawaiian shirt, sporting an island
tan and sexy smile came to mind and just that quickly her pussy flooded with
moisture. Imagining it was Will’s deep voice instructing her to do something to
herself or to him instead of Desoto’s whiny, nasal twang making insinuations,
she felt her nipples bead into tight points. So, maybe there was one man who
could temporarily tempt her away from her goals, but since she hadn’t caved to
both Will’s and her body’s demands that they get together, she was stuck for
the next three hours fending off Mr. Desoto while trying not to lose her job
this close to attaining her goal.

    
Last month, Angie had made the final
payment on the credit card Gary had maxed out and with the extra pay for
attending this social, she would be able to have the second mortgage her
husband had taken out on their house paid off by next month, leaving her free
of any financial obstacles that could impede her chances of being approved as a
suitable adopter. Since married couples would get selected before a single
applicant, she had worked hard to lessen all other potential snags.
Unfortunately, she thought as she once again gingerly lifted Mr. Desoto’s hand
off her ass, the one man who held any interest for her personally and sexually
was adamant about not waiting until after she became a mother to pursue a
relationship and soon she would have to rely on the memory of his voice issuing
commands she couldn’t resist to masturbate to, a thought that always made her
stomach cramp with uncertainty and fear of losing possibly the only man who
could tempt her into giving another relationship a try.

    
“Where are you, little one?” Mr. Desoto
asked as he leaned forward and planted a wet kiss on her neck.

    
“My name’s Angel,” Angie repeated as she
attempted to avoid his lips. It irritated her to hear him call her a nickname
Will had called her. Since Mr. Desoto was only two inches taller than her five
foot two, she thought snidely, he shouldn’t be calling anyone little.

    
“My Angel for tonight. We don’t have to
stay here the whole four hours, you know.” Running one finger down her bare
arm, his eyes were glued to her cleavage which, without the matching jacket to
her halter dress, left her breasts prominently displayed. “I reserved a
wonderfully decadent suite for us tonight.”

    
“I’m sorry, Mr. Desoto, but….”

    
“But Angel has promised the rest of the
night to me.”

    
Angie didn’t need her body’s instant
response to recognize that deep voice. The rapid acceleration of her heartbeat
accompanied by her clenching, seeping pussy and the obvious response of her
distended nipples were just the benefits of knowing Will’s voice, of knowing
Will.