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Justin’s chuckle didn’t even irritate her. His warm breath felt so good against her skin, almost as good as his hands as he cupped her breasts. He pinched at her nipples with nimble fingers, doing it hard enough that she could really feel it though her bra. “We’re gonna dance first, the three of us”—Justin promised—“gonna get you so fucking horny you beg me to fuck you.” He slid his hands under her shirt, then under her bra. Her nipples were already taut and sensitive, and the first twist to the buds without any material in the way had Annabelle on the verge of begging immediately. Evan clutched her ass harder, then he was grinding against her, his rigid length rubbing against her stomach. He wedged a thigh between her legs and gave her something to rub her pussy against.

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“Ride it, Belle. Rub that sweet pussy on me.” Evan then took her lips in a breath-stealing kiss, plundering and eating away at her mouth. Justin had them all swaying as he continued to work Annabelle’s nipples, his breath rasping in her ear.

One of Evan’s hands smoothed down between them. He cupped Annabelle’s pussy and rumbled his approval. “Already soaked through, I can feel your excitement here,” he said as he squeezed her gently. Annabelle rutted into the touch, hungry for more. Justin rumbled and nipped at her neck, his hips thrusting, working his erection against her lower back.

“Oh God, please,” Annabelle gasped as her nipples were twisted to the perfect point of pain and pleasure. Her entire body was tingling, her cunt and breasts aching for more as she grabbed at Evan’s ass. “I can’t…I need—”

“I know what you need,” Justin muttered, then she was being half-carried from the dance floor, the two men who’d brought her body to its current needy state constantly touching her, touching her ass and tits, sliding their hands between her legs, keeping her stoked and burning for more. Justin stopped them right outside the club and tipped her head back for a kiss that demanded everything, his tongue ploughing into her mouth, seeking and finding every sensitive spot, his teeth scraping over her lips. Evan found the sensitive spot where her neck joined her shoulder and he bit and sucked. Annabelle’s hips jerked, her pussy needing something, a touch, a tongue, a cock. Justin groaned into the kiss and reached down to pinch and rub at her swollen labia through her jeans, and Annabelle felt another gush of cream spill from her cunt.

“Hope you’re voyeuristic,” Justin rasped against her lips. Annabelle figured she was whatever would get either of the two men’s dicks in her the soonest.

“Fuck me,” Annabelle said as she palmed Justin’s thick length. She’d seen it, tasted it, but damn, she had yet to feel Justin’s magnificent cock inside her like she wanted.

“Oh I will,” Justin murmured. He pulled Annabelle’s hand away and tipped his head towards the parking lot. “Let’s go.”

Annabelle started to walk between the two men, both of whom looped an arm around her waist. She had a moment of clarity and stopped to glance over her shoulder at the club door. “I can’t just leave Josh, I need to make sure he’s okay with our night out being cut short.”

“He’s fine with it,” Evan said. “He waved us on as we were stumbling out the door.”

Annabelle had been too deeply into the two men with her to notice.

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“Get in the back,” Justin ordered as he hit the button on the fob to unlock the extended cab. He pulled open the door and tossed the keys to Evan. “You can drive.”

Evan grinned and helped Annabelle into the truck. Her skin was prickling and her nerves were pinging; lust was a sweet roiling in her gut, spilling down to her cunt and spiralling up to her nipples. Justin climbed into the back seat with her, his hand already working the fastening on his jeans. Annabelle’s mouth watered as he lowered the zipper and his fat, veiny cock bounced out.

“Let Justin sit in the middle,” Evan suggested. “I’m less likely to have a wreck if I can see easier.” He started the truck as Annabelle slid all the way over on the backseat. She unfastened her jeans and shoved her hand inside, moaning when her fingers rubbed over her clit. Justin narrowed his eyes at her as he shoved his jeans down.

“Evan?”

Annabelle watched with increasing desire as Evan tossed a condom to Justin.

“Strip,” Justin said in that commanding voice, his hot gaze on Annabelle. Evan started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot as Annabelle shucked her clothes as quickly as she could. Justin’s dick was a distraction, though she couldn’t seem to look away from it. The wide cap glistening with pre-cum was like a siren’s song to her. Annabelle whimpered and reached for the mouth-watering length, surprised when Justin didn’t stop her.

“Suck it.” Justin cupped the back of her head and pulled her down to his dick. “Open up and take it all.”

Annabelle brushed her lips over the spongy top then darted her tongue out for a lick of the tangy liquid. Justin tightened his hold and thrust his hips, popping the head of his cock into Annabelle’s mouth. Excitement burned through Annabelle as Justin held her head and began to fuck her mouth. The lack of control on her part was unbelievably erotic for her, as if in this one act, she could truly let go.

“Yeah, harder, with just a scrape of teeth right—ah! Fuck yes!” Justin fisted his hand in her hair and began burying his cock into her throat with each pump of his hips.

“You two are so fucking sexy,” Evan groaned. “God, I can’t wait to watch you fuck!

Think I need to pull over so I can jack off while I watch.”

“Sounds good, baby,” Justin gritted out. “Better do it quick ‘cause I gotta feel this”—

Justin leaned to the side and slicked his fingers through Annabelle’s wet folds—“around my dick now.”

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Annabelle hummed her agreement around the mouthful of cock and Justin let out a stuttered moan. He tugged at her hair, pulling her mouth off his dick, lowering his own head to bring his lips to hers. Annabelle squirmed as Justin mastered her mouth, even as his fingers teased the lips of her cunt. One long, thick finger slid into her aching hole and Annabelle gasped with the penetration. It wasn’t enough, she needed more.

“I’ve got you, Belle.” Justin tore the condom package open with his teeth then offered the pack to Annabelle. “Put it on me.”

Annabelle sheathed his cock then straddled Justin’s lap as Evan pulled the truck off down a dirt road. Justin held his dick in position with one hand and guided Annabelle with the other hand on her hip.

Annabelle parted the folds of her sex as she stared into Justin’s eyes. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna scream,” she promised as she lowered herself down on his rod.

Annabelle hissed as the crown pressed into her. Three moans filled the cab of the truck, and she slammed her bottom down, feeding her hungry pussy with one hard move.

“Jesus,” Evan mumbled as he unbuckled. He bolted out of the truck and jerked open the rear driver’s side door. Annabelle swivelled her hips, burying Justin’s cock as deep inside her as possible. She caught a glimpse of Evan pulling his long dick out of his jeans, his hand fisting the hard shaft.

“Come here.” Annabelle waited until Evan scrambled into the back seat. He sprawled beside Justin and she leant forward until she could wrap her hand around his. “Now.”

Justin grunted as he smoothed his hands around her ass. He slid his fingers into her crack to tease the tips over her hole and Annabelle bucked, her ass clenching. Evan began stroking his dick as Annabelle started to raise her hips. She rode Justin’s cock hard and fast, grinding down as she pumped Evan’s length. Evan plucked at her nipples as he jacked himself off, his hand and hers moving so fast as to be a blur. Justin panted and gripped her ass tighter, rocking his hips as he fucked her.

Annabelle whimpered as she rode Justin, his thick cock spreading her, filling her over and over, the drag of him against the walls of her pussy felt so deliriously good Annabelle felt dizzy from it. She bounced harder, faster as Justin’s fingers dipped lower, spreading her juices around. The tip of one finger prodded at her anus and Annabelle shivered.

“Yes, do it!” Annabelle screamed as the blunt digit pressed into her ass. Her pussy walls rippled and her clit seemed to swell. Evan pinched her nipple at the same time, and BEND

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Annabelle thought she might just lose her mind. Spikes of white heat speared through her from her ass to her pussy, up to her tits and straight to the back of her eyelids where it exploded into a brilliant display. The burning and stretching of her ring sent her hurtling over the edge as Justin pushed another finger into her ass. Annabelle mewled as ecstasy filled her, breaking her down and reforming her in an instant. Everything in her contracted, her sheath, her ass, every muscle in her body as she slammed down on Justin’s cock. Her hand tightened around Evan’s shaft, and he cursed as hot cum spurted from his slit.

Justin buried his fingers in her hole as his other hand gripped her ass cheek bruisingly.

His cock swelled inside her and he shouted as bursts of spunk filled the condom. Annabelle felt him jolt, his body quiver as his eyes widened in shock at the intensity of his climax. Justin shook and a tic started in his jaw as he seemed to melt into the seat.

“Fuck, fucking…hell,” Justin rasped as he eased his fingers from Annabelle’s ass.

“Fucking gonna kill me.” Justin pulled her to him, hugging her tightly even as he reached out a hand to Evan.

“Yeah,” Annabelle said in what she hoped was a sexy purr but feared was a croak. She tangled her hand with Evan and Justin’s. “But there ain’t a better way to go.”

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“That was your friend Annabelle?”

Josh’s heart stuttered at the deep voice coming from behind him. Sweat broke out above his top lip and on his brow. That deep voice had haunted him since the first time he’d heard it. The rough baritone seeped into him and settled right into his groin, filling his cock and sending tendrils of lightning to his balls. He nearly snorted at the way his cock thickened.

Even when he heard that voice on the phone, his body reacted like that. It was some weird Pavlovian response to the unspoken promise of pleasure in that gravelly tone.

Twin bands of steel slipped around Josh’s waist. He bit back a yelp as he was pulled up against a broad chest. The arms around him slid up until he was pinned with two thickly muscled forearms across his chest. Josh melted into the embrace; his body recognised these arms, this man, even though Josh had only felt his touch once before.
Nick
.
It’s Nick.
He swallowed and let his head tip back onto the bigger man’s shoulder.

“Jesus, Nick! You scared the crap out of me!” Josh waited until he thought he had his breathing under control. “Yeah, that was her.” Though why the man asked was beyond Josh.

His hopefully-soon-to-be lover had been very firm about his desire for secrecy. It’d almost killed Josh not to share anything about the mystery man with Annabelle. Josh tried to squirm around and get a better look at the handsome face he’d only glimpsed once before. He huffed in frustration as Nick’s arms tightened around him, keeping Josh facing away.

A puff of warm breath ghosted over Josh’s marked skin making him shiver. God, he’d let some guy he barely knew—didn’t know—suck up dark bruises all over the side of his neck! For days now he’d been walking around brushing off questions about it. No way did he want to explain that he’d come to the club one night, angry at Annabelle’s refusal to talk to him, and let some stranger do that to him. At least it hadn’t gone any further than a heavy make-out session.

“Nick…”

“Hmm?” Nick’s lips brushed the side of Josh’s neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. Josh’s questions scattered as he rolled his head aside, baring his neck in offering. Part of him was protesting the move, but Josh ignored that part as he felt lips and teeth and tongue close over BEND

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his flesh. Nick’s hands slid up to pluck at Josh’s nipples through his shirt and Josh pressed into the touch, his body begging for more.

“Let me turn around,” Josh pleaded as he groped for whatever part of Nick he could latch his hands onto. “Please.”

Nick bit his earlobe then Josh was stumbling backwards, Nick’s arms still around him as the other man half-carried Josh to a dimly lit area behind the stage. He stopped and spun Josh around once, then again brought Josh’s back up against a wall. Josh caught a glimpse of pale blue eyes and darkly tanned skin in the seconds before Nick’s mouth crashed down on his. Josh’s lids dropped down as he clutched at Nick’s shoulders. Nick’s hands wedged behind Josh, cupping Josh’s ass and squeezing hard.

One thickly muscled thigh wedged between Josh’s. The hands on his ass tugged, encouraging Josh to grind his aching dick against Nick’s thigh. Josh didn’t need much encouragement. He moaned into the kiss and pressed against Nick everywhere he could manage. Nick’s tongue and teeth plundered Josh’s mouth, his lips soothing the stinging nips.

Josh slid one hand down, his palm itching to feel Nick’s erection. Nick grunted and caught Josh’s wrist, tugging his hand away.

“Don’t,” Nick snapped. Josh’s eyes flew open at the anger he heard in the man’s voice.

He found himself pinned by that icy blue stare. No matter how hard Josh looked, he couldn’t see even a hint of arousal in those cold eyes. His mind snapped out of its lusty haze as what he
did
see finally registered. Disgust, and as if to emphasise Nick’s feelings, his top lip was curled into a snarl. Josh jerked his hands back and tried to figure out what was going on as fear replaced the desire that had been building in him. He tried to escape but found himself held against the wall by the thigh spreading his legs and Nick’s big hands holding his biceps in a bruising grip.

“What the fuck?” Josh cringed at the squeaked out question. His heart was pounding hard enough to make him dizzy, or maybe it was just terror at the sudden knowledge that he’d been played. He tore his gaze away and looked around for someone who could help him, but Nick had dragged him to a secluded area. Would anyone hear him if he screamed?