Body Shots (5 page)

“So sweet,” Mac praised, “so damn gentle and sweet.” His rough hands coasted along her overheated skin. One second she lay between the men and the next she was spread out on top of Mac's huge body. He smiled up at her, then brought her head down for a kiss. His lips, so warm and tender, tasted her as if he wanted to spend a good long time pleasuring each and every part of her. Her mouth opened, and their tongues met in a wild mating dance, his hands still massaging and caressing. When his fingers teased over her clitoris, Crystal broke the kiss and opened her eyes, unsure, knowing Trent's stare was on their every move. She felt guilt wash over her. Two men. Both of them wanting her. Both of them watching her. She was so going to hell.

“Let him, Crystal.”

Crystal whipped her head around and saw that Trent was still lying on his side, watching. Her mouth watered at the sight of the man. Trent moved closer, aligning his body over top of her, until she was sandwiched between the two. She had a million questions, but Trent wrapped his hand around her neck and angled her head to the side, stopping the torrent of thoughts with a hard kiss to her lips. When he raised his head a mere inch, he ordered, “I'm going to taste you, baby. Every sexy inch of you.” He seemed to need no other incentive as he moved down her body. When he stroked the seam between her ass cheeks, she lost her ability to think. Her pussy spasmed as if aching for his mouth, fingers, cock. Thick, long fingers drifted back and forth over her puckered opening. She wanted him there, Crystal realized. While Mac fucked her pussy deep.

Trent kissed the base of her spine. “I want to fuck this tight ass, but first there's this . . .” He pushed her legs wide and stroked a finger over her labia.

“Trent,” she moaned, her body already so attuned to his touch.

“Hush, angel,” Mac said from beneath her. “Let Trent play.”

Trent hummed his approval as she stayed silent. When his tongue slipped inside her opening, Crystal gave in and let him have his way. Clinging to Mac for support, Crystal felt Trent leisurely lick up and down between her swollen folds.

“More, please, Trent,” Crystal pleaded, desperate for a deeper touch.

Mac cursed and lifted his head, then wrapped his mouth around one nipple and sucked, hard, while Trent flicked her wet clit with his tongue. Helpless to the onslaught, Crystal threw her head back and spread her legs wider, giving Trent better access to her slick entrance.

“Fuck, you taste like sunshine. So warm and luscious,” Trent whispered as he wrapped his arms around her hips and clutched her bottom. Crystal pushed backward in an attempt to force him to move faster.

“Hold still for him.”

“I can't, damn it. Please, Trent!”

A gentle swat to her bottom had Crystal freezing. She whipped her head around to see Trent kneeling behind her, a wicked grin on his face. “Need another, or are you going to obey?”

Crystal tried to speak, but the sight of precome dripping from the tip of his cock stilled her words. Once more she did as he asked and forced herself not to move.

Mac reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her gaze back to his. The tenderness she saw in his silver eyes relaxed her. This time when his lips covered hers, it wasn't the gentle touch he'd given her earlier. In fact, he all but demanded entrance as he sank his tongue in. He laved at her, hungry, as if starved for the taste of her. Electric sparks shot over her nerve endings as Mac's talented mouth made love to hers. Without warning, Trent's fingers found their way over her clitoris. He teased and flicked her to a fever pitch. When his mouth pressed against her swollen pussy lips, Crystal came undone.

“Yes, Trent. Oh God, yes!” She clutched at the sheets and held tight as an orgasm began to build inside her.

Mac murmured something unintelligible before pressing a hand against one breast and squeezing, his thumb grazing the sensitive tip. Trent clutched her hips in strong fingers, holding her tighter for his loving assault. All at once, Crystal shouted and thrust her pussy into Trent's face. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on.

Several seconds went by before she collapsed on top of Mac.

“Son of a bitch,” Trent growled as he cupped her pussy in his palm, prolonging the delicious sensations whipping through her. “You're going to be the death of us.” His voice, dark with arousal, took her out of the pleasurable haze he'd wrapped her in.

She turned her head and their gazes locked. “I want your ass, Crystal. Would you like me there? While Mac fucks your wet pussy? Do you think you can handle both our cocks filling you, baby?”

“Trent, please . . . I don't know.”

“Yes, you do,” he encouraged, as he penetrated her tight pucker with a single finger, little by little, until he was buried deep inside her ass. She shuddered and pushed against him. His finger came in and out, fucking her.

“Raise up so I can play,” Mac growled.

She got up on all fours above Mac, Trent behind her, one of his big, warm hands clutching her hips. She felt Mac caressing her clit, squeezing and pumping, and she watched as he lifted his head and suckled her breasts. First one, then the other. He took his time tasting and pleasing her.

“You have the prettiest tits, Crystal,” Mac murmured, then went back to suckling.

Trent's finger moved in and out of her bottom, slow at first, then faster. Soon, there were two fingers, and her body went wild. Inhibitions dropped away as need rushed in and took command. She gyrated against Trent, and Mac flicked and toyed with her little nubbin while he bit and sucked her sensitive nipples.

She climaxed a second time, this one deeper, harder than before. She screamed and arched her back, flying apart and breaking into a million pieces. It was fast and unexpected, but she wasn't given time to bask in it.

Trent slipped his fingers free of her and moved to the side until his cock was level with her face. With one hand propped against the headboard and the other wrapped around his glorious erection, he coaxed, “Suck me.”

“First, come on up here,” Mac murmured as he patted his chest. “I want a taste of that honey.”

Crystal looked at Trent and saw him smile and nod his head. She took a deep breath and crawled up Mac's body until she was hovering above his face. He growled in approval, then wrapped his hands around her thighs and pulled her down. His lips closed around her swollen pussy lips. Crystal moaned and pushed against him even more, losing herself in the pleasure.

“Now, come here and wrap those sexy lips around my dick, baby,” Trent said, his fist moving up and down the hard length.

While Mac probed her opening with his tongue, Crystal leaned toward Trent, taking the swollen head into her mouth. He cursed and clutched her face in his strong hands. Crystal laved at the tip, tasting his sticky fluid. Trent groaned and began guiding her. He was rougher than she expected. Crystal sucked him deeper and gagged.

“Easy.” Trent pushed her head off him to give her a breath, then pulled her forward again. “Relax your throat for me.”

Crystal closed her eyes and opened her throat, taking every thick inch of him. As Mac teased her pussy with fingers and tongue, Trent fucked her mouth, his movements alternating between fast and slow. Mac thrust his fingers deep, and it was all she could take. She couldn't concentrate on anything beyond the pleasure both men delivered. Trent slowly fucked her mouth as shocking jolts of heat flooded Crystal's pussy. As she exploded into Mac's mouth, the only thing holding her upright were the arms he had wrapped around her waist.

“Oh yeah,” Mac groaned. “Trent's right. You're pure sunshine.”

Trent pulled her head off his cock, then praised her with a kiss. She was beginning to come back down to earth when she heard him demand, “Now, Crystal.”

Trent moved back into the position he'd been in before, on his knees between Mac's thighs. Crystal allowed him to slide her downward until she was on all fours above Mac, her bottom facing Trent.

Cupping her dripping mound, Trent whispered, “Look at me.” She turned her head, already limp and sweating from three glorious orgasms, but when she saw the intensity, the insane yearning etched into his not-so-perfect features, her body went from sated to needy in a moment. She glanced down his body and realized he'd put on a lubricated condom. Mac, too.

“You belong to us, Crystal,” Trent explained, his voice rough. “This hot little cunt, this tight ass, is for us alone to fuck. No other.”

She didn't have the presense of mind to argue. Later for that. Suddenly, as if on cue, Mac and Trent both entered her. Her inner muscles stretched. Too much.

“I can't!” she cried, her body tensing as panic started to overwhelm her.

Trent pulled out instantly, while Mac stayed seated deep inside her pussy. Holding perfectly still, he waited for Trent's command. They'd done this before, she realized. Enough to establish their own roles. Crystal didn't want to even go down that road.

Lowering his big, powerful body, Trent covered her like a heavy warm blanket, his arms resting on the mattress on either side of Mac's torso. “You can handle both of us, angel. You're just nervous,” Trent murmured as he kissed the nape of her neck. “Let me make love to you. You won't regret it.”

He stroked her hair and smoothed a palm down her arm to her hip, where he cupped her bottom and kneaded the plump flesh. She relaxed, giving the men, giving herself, what they needed, craved. Trent seemed to sense her surrender and began a slow glide inside her, filling her. The delicious pressure and friction took her breath away. Oh God, she'd never been so incredibly full, and yet there wasn't any pain. The silky inner walls of her pussy were stroked with the gentle slide of Mac's cock, and her bottom felt every scorching thrust from Trent.

With each inward push from Trent, Mac pulled outward. Her muscles clutched them both in a tight fist. She squeezed her ass, giving Trent a more intense pleasure. Passion soared and their movements turned frenzied as both men took her hard and fast.

“Christ, yeah, baby. Fuck it.” Trent grabbed the back of her hair and guided her mouth toward Mac's.

Mac leaned up and covered her mouth with his. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, licking and teasing. He released her and growled, “Damn, you taste like pure sweetness.” His large palms cupped her tits and pulled them up. “I need a taste of these, too.” He sucked and nibbled on the hard peaks and Crystal moaned, unable to hold back the flood of warmth. Trent took hold of her hips and slammed his cock deep. Dominating her. Claiming her.

Within moments the men exploded. Crystal's body recieved every ounce of Trent's come inside her ass, as well as the hot jets of fluid as Mac erupted inside her pussy. Both men cursed, and her name was a growl on their lips. Crystal felt fingers flicking her clit. She wasn't sure which man touched her, nor did she care because she, too, burst wide open as an orgasm tore through her, shattering her control.

Mac covered her face with tiny kisses. Cheeks, lips, and eyelids recieved special attention. Crystal merely lay there, exhausted, sweaty, and spent. Trent praised her as he came down on top of her, blanketing her body with his larger one. He suckled on her shoulder, leaving a stinging love bite behind, his dick now semierect still embedded deep.

“Happy birthday,” Trent whispered against her ear. Mac kissed the top of her head and said, “Yeah, happy birthday, angel.”

“T-thanks,” Crystal moaned. She wanted to say more, something to show them how completely intoxicated she was with them.

“We aren't done with you yet, Crystal,” Trent whispered.

That brought her out of her euphoric afterglow. “What do you mean?”

“You didn't think this was a one-off, did you?” Mac answered as he cupped her chin and forced her to look at him.

“Well, I hadn't gotten that far, I suppose. I've never slept with a guy I just met. Certainly not two guys at once.” She groaned and covered her face with her hands. “God, that makes me sound like such a tramp.”

Trent pried her hands away and kissed her forehead. “You aren't a tramp. Merely a woman with enough passion to fill all five of the Great Lakes.”

She laughed at the absurdity of that statement. “You clearly don't know me if you think that.”

“Then let us get to know you. One at a time, if that makes you feel better.”

She frowned. “You two would want to take turns dating me?”

Mac shrugged. “It's unusual, but we're not exactly average guys.”

“Pfft, hardly,” she replied. “You own a BDSM nightclub and you've just given me my first threesome. So not average.”

“So, we'll each date you, and we promise not to overwhelm you. Deal?”

As she looked at the pair of them, Crystal knew she was going to say yes. What woman had the power to refuse two such darkly handsome men? “Deal,” she said as she moved off of Mac and snuggled against him. Trent sandwiched her in, and both men continued to pet and caress her. Soon her eyelids grew heavy and she fell into a blissful sleep, dreaming erotic dreams of dark-haired men and all the wickedly pleasurable things they were capable of teaching a rather inexperienced, small-town girl.

3

T
rent watched Crystal's eyes drift open, as she lazily came awake. Her body stretched like a contented cat after a noontime nap. Crystal fascinated him. He was sure she viewed their night together as a onetime thing, but Trent had other plans. He wasn't ready for her to walk off into the sunset just yet. Her body seemed to respond to him as no other woman's had. He knew Mac felt the same way. He'd said as much before he'd left earlier that morning. Somehow, Trent needed to make Crystal see that this was more than just a single night of fun.

She moved her hand over her face and shifted on the bed. Trent's breathing increased in anticipation of her waking and remembering just how she'd spent her night. When he touched her forehead, Crystal's gaze flew open and landed on him. Awareness showed in their depths and she sighed heavily. He fully expected her to leap out of bed and run from the room. There was something very innocent about Crystal, almost as if she'd lived in a convent her entire life.

“Hi,” Crystal said, her smile slowly appearing. Her voice was ragged from all the moaning she'd done the night before.

“Hi,” he murmured.

“I, uh, I'm not used to the whole morning-after thing here. I'm not sure what to do, to be honest.”

Her blush pleased him to hell and back. He kissed her forehead, then stood. “All you need to do is get dressed and come downstairs so I can feed you.”

Her gaze widened. “Are you cooking?”

“Yep. Omelets sound good?”

Crystal hummed. “Sounds amazing.” She stared at him, as if quietly evaluating him, almost making him fidget like a boy who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Do you do this sort of thing often?”

His heart stuttered at the shy words. “No, I don't. You're special, Crystal.” He saw her nod, then he added, “You know, I'm tempted to never let you leave my bed.”

She chuckled. “I hog the blankets. You'd get annoyed and kick me out eventually.”

“Somehow I doubt that,” he said. “Take your time and help yourself to the shower.”

Crystal watched Trent leave the room. The events of the previous night ran through her mind. The nightclub. The men. The sex. Oh God, what had she done? She smiled despite the stupidity of her actions and stretched her arms above her head, yawning herself awake.

Crystal pushed the covers aside and started to get up. Only problem with that plan, she was totally naked. Remembering just how she'd ended up that way had her grinning all over again. “I am so going to hell,” she mumbled.

Yeah, okay, so meeting two guys in a nightclub and sleeping with them immediately afterward wasn't the smartest thing she'd ever done, but it had been the most adventurous, passionate, and exciting time she'd ever had in her life. God, the sex had been so damn perfect it was scary. But not exactly smart.

Still, wasn't she allowed one stupid act after learning that she was nothing but a punching bag for her now ex-husband? She was entitled to step out of the norm on such an occasion. Right? She knew Mollie would say, “Hell, yes!” to that question.

At the thought of her dearest friend, Crystal grinned from ear to ear. If Mollie could see her now, she'd be floored. Crystal never strayed from the straight and narrow, and yet here she was.

Leaving the warm bed behind, Crystal headed toward her purse, fished out her cell phone, and called her best friend. Mollie answered on the first ring.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, woman,” Mollie grumbled.

“Good morning to you, too,” Crystal said around a laugh.

Silence from the other end, and then, “Spill.”

Crystal gave her friend the nutshell version of events. By the time she was finished, Mollie was lecturing her on the use of condoms and meeting strange men in bars. When Mollie admitted to a twinge of jealousy, they both laughed. Before ending the call, Crystal promised she'd be home later.

Slipping her phone back into her purse, Crystal headed for the closet on the adjacent wall. As she slid the door to the left, she found what she was looking for—a collection of men's t-shirts. Apparently, they liked to keep things simple. Not a lot of colors or styles. Just a boatload of whites and blacks and a few tans. She grabbed a white shirt that sported the Kinks logo, pulled it over her head, and let it fall to mid-thigh, then turned toward the bathroom.

Sometime in the middle of the night, she'd come awake to Trent leisurely washing her with a warm washcloth. It'd been the most intimate thing she'd ever experienced. He'd taken great pleasure in stroking the soft cotton over every inch of her, too. She'd been enraptured.

Now, as she entered the huge bathroom, Crystal gasped. “Wow.”

It was by far the largest bathroom she'd ever seen. It simply took her breath away.

The walls were a soft beige, and there were double black sinks and recessed lighting that could be adjusted. The natural slate tile around the tub and inside the shower only added to the character and class of the room. She noticed the warmth of the tiled floor beneath her bare feet and realized it was heated. She'd died and gone to bathroom heaven.

Now, staring longingly at the huge Jacuzzi-style tub, Crystal wished she had more time. She'd love to take a long, hot soak. But she was too anxious to wash her face and find the men who had so thoroughly satisfied her. Would they want to do it all over again? Already considering the possibilities, she felt her body grow warm.

When she saw her reflection in the bathroom mirror, Crystal nearly scared the wits out of herself. Yikes. Her hair was everywhere but where it should be. Her face was totally free of makeup and scraped raw. Trent and Mac's whiskers had abraded her skin when they'd kissed every inch of her face, giving her a rosy-cheeked look—which was not a pretty sight. The juncture between her thighs began to throb at the memory of their sexy mouths all over her body. They'd been so talented. She wanted to experience it again.

Now, if at all possible.

But if something wasn't done with her hair, she would end up scaring the daylights out of the poor men. She never had been one of those women who woke up looking refreshed. No, usually she woke looking like something the dog dragged in.

She turned on the cold water and splashed her face several times. It helped to take some of the redness out of her cheeks, but her hair was beyond repair. She'd need a shower to fix such a pathetic mess, but she didn't want to waste another second. She wanted to find Trent and Mac. Then maybe they could share a really long good-bye kiss. Now that was a pleasant thought.

Crystal was smiling again when she turned off the light in the bathroom and left the bedroom to search and seduce.

She walked downstairs, her curiosity kicking into high gear as she wondered where the guys could have gone. Surely the nightclub was closed this early in the morning. She had no idea what time it was, but she could tell it was before dawn.

As Crystal reached the lower level of the suite, she glanced tentatively around the large room. No one was in sight. She looked to the right and spotted two doors. One, she assumed, led to the kitchen, but the other looked like an office. She went to the second door and gently knocked. No one answered, so she tried the doorknob. Finding it unlocked, Crystal went in. It was so dark she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. She located a light switch and flipped it.

She'd definitely found Trent and Mac's office. It was simple and neat. A large desk, computer, a filing cabinet. Her fingers absently stroked across the surface of the desk as her gaze roamed around the room. It seemed as if she were peeking behind the curtain. She felt naughty. She should turn back around and leave.

But then her gaze came back to the desk and landed on the stack of papers that a paperweight was keeping securely in place. She moved the weight to the side and picked up the first page.

“Find what you were looking for?”

Crystal yelped. “Crap, Trent! You scared me.”

Trent, his hard, gorgeous body clad only in a pair of jeans, stood in the doorway to the office, his arms crossed over his bare chest and a frown creasing his sexy brows.

“Hungry?”

“Starving,” she replied as she dropped the paper back on the desk and stepped away. “I was looking for you.”

Trent's gaze darkened. “Yeah?”

“Mm-hm.” Crystal suddenly felt silly because it dawned on her that she was probably supposed to leave. Wasn't that what
one-night stand
meant? One night, then you slip out and forget it ever happened. It occurred to her that she probably wouldn't be seeing Trent and Mac after today. They'd had sex—great sex—but that's all there was to it.

Trent bent down, as if to kiss her, but Crystal stopped him when she heard voices. “Who's here?” Crystal asked, trying not to sound so depressed that they weren't alone.

Trent merely grinned down at her and kissed her lightly, neither confirming nor denying whether he had company. As if he knew that by not telling her, she would only want to know even more.

Who would be at a nightclub at dawn? Workers, maybe?

Crystal walked around him and right out of the office. Trent was hot on her heels. “Uh, baby?”

“I heard voices,” she said. It sounded as if they were coming from the kitchen. As she stepped through the swinging doors, Crystal walked smack into an argument that seemed well underway.

A large man leaned against the counter. He looked a lot like Trent, only he was younger and somehow more mischievous-looking with the way his mouth kicked sideways in a roguish grin. Same dark hair, same piercing eyes. Beside him a beautiful dark-haired woman stood ramrod-straight, and another man, but much older, stood next to her with his arm wrapped around her. Crystal stared and listened to the woman berate the Trent look-alike. Whoever they were, it was clear they weren't employees.

The woman was tall and statuesque in her beauty. And even though it was obvious she was older, she'd taken care with her creamy skin, which was smooth and clear. Her hair was her most striking feature. It was still a lustrous shade of brown, despite her age, and it flowed down past her shoulders. She was slim, though shapely. Crystal watched in fascination as Trent moved around her and started talking to the woman in hushed tones. She spoke to him as if he were a child, instead of a grown man.

When she heard the woman say something about the atrocious nightclub Trent owned, Crystal decided enough was enough. She cleared her throat and stood a little straighter, her hands firmly planted on her hips. “Excuse me.”

Suddenly, all eyes were on her and the room fell deadly silent. The older woman inhaled sharply as if shocked, the man standing beside her frowned disapprovingly, and Trent's look-alike grinned wickedly. Trent's smile wasn't much different, except for the tiny hint of possessiveness lingering there.

Too late, it registered in Crystal's mind exactly why everyone was so silent. She looked down her body and groaned. All she had on was Trent's T-shirt.

Oh hell.

She hurried out, anxious to escape.

When she stepped back into the upstairs apartment, she glanced around the room. The bed looked as if a group of kids had played tag on it. It was a shambles. Hell, her clothes looked even worse than the bed. She went over to the heap and picked up what was supposed to be her dress. It was barely wearable, wrinkles making it obvious that it'd spent the night on the floor. “Yeah, like his guests hadn't already figured that part out for themselves.”

Crystal stepped into her bra and panties, then slipped back into her dress. She smoothed out some of the wrinkles as best she could, before moving to the wall mirror. “Crap,” she grumbled. Everything about her screamed that she'd just experienced a long night of hot, raunchy sex. Then again, what did she care? She was a grown woman; she could do what she wanted. She didn't need these people's approval.

Crystal closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Opening them slowly, she attempted to keep an open mind as she gazed into the mirror this time. Yep, she was completely steeped in sex. Messy, frantic, lust-filled sex. A three-way, nonetheless. But she refused to feel bad. She hadn't had a night like that in . . . well, ever. And it felt too good to let some unwelcome visitors spoil it for her.

She slipped into her way-too-high shoes and went back out to face whoever had seen it necessary to intrude on her little paradise with Trent and Mac. And just where was Mac? He was nowhere in sight. Would she ever see him again? She sighed, feeling worse and worse by the second.

Now that she was more awake, Crystal saw the scene in the kitchen from fresh eyes.

There was something about the couple. They were made of money. She could spot the type a mile away. Heck, the way she'd been raised, it was hard
not
to spot money. She'd been brought up in a poor household. The church-handout type of poor. Oh, her mother had tried, bless her, but nothing had ever kept them from being food-stamp poor. Her father was nonexistent, since he'd split the day he'd knocked up her mother. As Crystal had grown older, she had learned to be grateful that she'd been an only child. It wasn't that her mother was lazy, but she was a single parent and the entire concept of money seemed to elude her. It disappeared as soon as she earned it. So Crystal practically lived in T-shirts and jeans . . . on a good day.

It was clear in Crystal's mind that whoever was in Trent's kitchen was, to put it mildly, rolling in it. It was in the clothes. The way the woman had held herself, regal and dignified. If that was the case, however, then why were they at Kinks nightclub?