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Evie leaned against Dane, feeling his lips burn a path down her neck as Taz moved the scarves to expose her breasts, and Cort slid another finger into her pussy. These guys were insatiable. Fortunately, so was she. She leant forward to kiss Taz, opening her mouth to allow his tongue entry. She arched her back, thrusting her butt back against Dane. She shuddered, hearing the squelching noises coming from her pussy as Cort played with her moist lips. She couldn’t get enough of her triumvirate, was always eager to play, eager to love. Taz kissed a trail to her ear, a sensitive area they’d all found quite interesting in the last fortnight. Heat suffused her body as she gave herself up to the attentions of her three mates.
“We haven’t shown you the proper use for Valdahrenian scarves, have we?” Cort murmured, before sliding one of the scarves across her nipple and down her arm to wrap around her wrist.
She met his golden topaz gaze with a smile. “Oh, I think there is plenty you boys can show me,” she murmured, then squealed as Taz tugged on the second scarf across her torso, and wrapped it around her other wrist. Dane tugged at the larger one around her waist, moving it up her body with a slow, sensual glide until it rested under her breasts, lifting them. She shivered. These men had shown her it was possible to have a loving relationship with not one, but three men, and that she could be admired for her body, brain and spirit.
Her lovers moved quickly, efficiently, as they tied the scarves in various knots. Within moments the material framed her breasts, pushing them to trembling peaks, while a series of knots rubbed against her clit and ass. The last length was tied around her eyes, blinding her, before they led her carefully to the observation deck.
She heard a rustle of movement, a cool breeze as one of her lovers brushed past her, then three sets of hands forced her to her knees, until she realised she was straddling a warm, naked, muscular body.
A hard cock nudged against her. A tweak of the material, and the cock entered her dripping pussy. Cort. She could tell by his massive girth. Her mouth opened on a soundless sigh as he slid in, inch by silken inch, the material abrading her exposed clit as he did so, sending tremors through her body.
Her shoulders were pushed forward, and a warm mouth clamped on one nipple, while a hand massaged her other breast.
“Oh, yes,” she sighed. She couldn’t see. Only smell, feel, taste and listen. The men were silent as they took their positions. Something nudged her lips, and she opened her mouth to accept the large, hard cock.
Dane. His fragrance, the veins on his cock, were instantly identifiable to her, despite the blindfold. She ran her tongue around the slit at the end, tasting the drop of pre-cum before taking him entirely into her mouth, deep-throating him.
Hands separated her butt cheeks, and a hard, long cock slowly slid inside her ass, the silken material caressing her ring as Taz moved. It was all so tactile, the soft silk, the hard muscles and invading cocks. Over and over, they plunged inside her body, bringing her quickly to an orgasm that didn’t fail to surprise her by its intensity. Again and again, they wrought pleasure from her body, as though they were the musicians, and she was their instrument. Painful pleasure swamped her as she reached another orgasm, satisfied when she heard their shouts of release. Each withdrew, and suddenly she felt hands and mouths caressing her, kissing her, licking and sucking, and she quickly climbed that staircase to bliss again. Her legs were parted, and a tongue entered her pussy and played with her clit, before being replaced by another cock. Her ass was massaged again, prepared as yet another cock slid home, and she opened her mouth to accept the third. Her breasts were fondled. Grasped. Tugged. Licked. Sucked. She was on fire with the constant battering of sensation.
She exploded again, and, before her climax was finished, they’d changed position, raising her hips here, lowering her chest there. Cocks, hands, tongues—she lost count of her orgasms, only knowing that they were excelling at giving her pleasure after wicked pleasure, teasing, tasting, taunting—until all three finally collapsed, totally spent.
The blindfold was ripped off, and she stared, dazed, at the panting tableau of satisfied males sprawling around her and on top of her.
“Damn, I love you guys,” she gasped, her body still twitching from her last climax.
All three men grinned at her, their eyes swirling and glowing with the aftermath of their lovemaking. “We love you,” they chorused.
Evie smiled as she let blissful sleep claim her, feeling loved, feeling cherished. The men lay down to watch her slumber for a while, for once content.
Cort lifted his head and peered over her breasts to meet Dane’s eyes. “Did you think we wouldn’t notice, Dane?” he whispered.
Taz lifted his head, and fixed his own green-gold stare on his dark-haired lover. “Yes, Dane. I’ve been meaning to ask—how is it that neither Cort nor I see her mark?” He kept his voice low as he jerked his chin to her breasts, the nipples pebbling under his breath, framed by the dark silk scarf.
Dane smiled. “I didn’t say she had the mark. I said she was the right woman.”
The two men froze for a moment, before looking down at the sleeping woman between them.
Cort grinned. “You have it right, Dane.”
Taz nodded. “She is right for us. A perfect fit.”
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Chapter One
Alexa Wharton unsnapped the front of her deep purple, lacy, push-up bra and let it fall to the floor. With the last bit of clothing off her body, she inspected herself in the full-length antique mirror in her bedroom. Her round, heavy breasts hung beautifully, her large pink nipples peaked from the slight chill in the room. As she continued looking down her body, she smiled in satisfaction at how her Pilates and yoga classes had helped to shape her torso into a lean, but still feminine form. Slightly curved hips, a flat tummy and a perky ass with long legs made her any man’s dream.
Yet, she was alone. She pulled her long, brunette curls into a ponytail that fell to the middle of her back, and scrunched up her slightly upturned nose in the mirror. She was almost twenty-five years old, a quarter of a century. What a thought that was. It was getting scary to think that someone who was as sensual as she was could be this hopeless when it came to finding a deep love and real pleasure in her life.
Perhaps it was time to take the proverbial bull by the horns, or at least his horn as it were, and really make something happen. She had always been attractive enough that having to go after a man hadn’t been a problem—many had approached her. The guys in her law firm in the financial district of downtown New York City never hesitated to come on to her. But she needed to remain professional, while having a social life. So she made do with meeting potential dates at attorney get-togethers where there were men from other firms. She wasn’t much of a bar scene girl, and most of her friends were already in committed relationships.
Throwing on her cream silk robe, she went into the living room of her Soho apartment and opened her laptop. Internet sources might be a possibility. She wasn’t quite ready for an e-date service, but maybe some ideas on the latest hot clubs, or she could look into joining a social group. This is pathetic. What sort of lame social group was she going to join? The same old business-minded, straight-laced men were not what she wanted. She had always fantasised about being with a wild and uninhibited male who would open up her mind and body to all manner of erotic thrills. She wanted a bawdy man with staying power. Someone creative and daring, who was ready to turn her on over and over again, all night long. I wouldn’t say no to a huge dick either.
Just then her desk phone rang, and she jumped, abruptly torn from her sexual reverie. It was Jill, a very upwardly mobile colleague at her firm who loved to party, but could still negotiate the finer points of a business contract on only three hours of sleep. She was a tall and lanky temptress with a short, red bob who could literally charm the pants off any man.
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p; “Hey, hot stuff,” she cooed into the phone. “What are you doing at home at eight p.m. on a Saturday night, you naughty thing? Or should I say, you not very naughty thing?”
“Ha! I suppose I should ask you the same. You are the one calling me, after all, and I don’t hear the customary laughter and clinking glasses in the background. Nor do I hear any dance beats, so you can’t be at a club. Don’t tell me you’re losing your touch…”
“Now, now. Don’t be cranky with me just because you haven’t had a decent lay in ages. But I may just have the perfect solution for you.”
“Oh really?” said Alexa, secretly marvelling at how Jill’s call perfectly fit her mood.
“Yes, really,” laughed Jill. “Now, a Hollywood producer client of mine has been trying to get in my pants—no big surprise there—for ages. So his latest bid to impress me was to invite me to the New York premiere of Locked and Loaded at the Lincoln Centre.”
“That’s awesome, but what does that have to do with me?”
“Stay with me on this. He had to leave town at the last minute, so he had someone bring the tickets over to my office. Well, Bob—you know the guy that just joined the firm from Boston? He was taking me from behind in the conference room, and somehow I might have mentioned this premiere thing. Anyway, I don’t actually want to hang out with Bob. He can screw me or whatever, but I’m not at all interested in going to this thing with him. So I told him I’d already invited a friend. It’s next Friday night. There’s a party afterwards, and I’m willing to bet it will be filled with stunningly fuckable hotties.”
“Well, since you put it that way…” said Alexa sarcastically, but Jill was off on her own agenda.
“Great then! We’ll go over all the details Monday. Now get out there and do the nasty with someone already.”
“Don’t worry, it’s right here on my list. Pick up shampoo, call landlord about leaky faucet, do the nasty. Got it.”
There was a pause while Jill processed the smart-ass commenting that Alexa was known for.
Finally, Jill laughed. “Oh, you! You’re so silly. See ya Monday.”
Alexa hung up the phone and pondered this sudden turn of events. Stunningly fuckable hotties? This did have possibilities. Artists, crazy Hollywood actors, who knew what else? This could be much more exciting than the typical business and financial types who only wanted a quick release so they could go back to scouring the Nikkei index.
She decided this was it, her moment to shine. She was going to go all out, buy a new dress, Jimmy Choo heels, racy underthings. She was even going to get the ultimate ‘I plan to get fucked hard’ accessory—a bikini wax. She had almost a week to pull her quest for hot sex together.
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