ProvokeMe (19 page)

That would have to be enough.

Spencer’s thumbs rode up and down her swollen seam and her
breath tripped in concert with her racing heart.
Then his mouth covered her
again and he ravaged her with lips, tongue and teeth, applying the same
ultra-focus he applied to work to her trembling body.

Now
he was paying attention.
There was no way he
could make love to her like this and not know whose taste was trickling down
his throat.
She was the center of his universe, the only thing he could think
about.
If only for just this instant, she was to him what he’d been to her for
so long.

His head came up and their gazes connected, snatching her
out of this moment and tossing her headfirst into something much darker and
needier.
Passion ruled here, and the man soothing her with long sweeping kisses
along her neck couldn’t compete with the man at her feet.

The tumble all the way into love was fast, the ground flying
up to meet her.
She couldn’t have stopped it if she tried.

Spencer lowered his face to her again and she rocked her
hips, her eyes sliding closed when the silken heat of his tongue drove deep.
Vaguely she registered Paul’s hands closing over her breasts.
He circled his
palms, providing welcome friction to the sensitive tips.

She wanted to keep this going, to somehow stave off the
liquid pleasure coiling in her belly.
Because if she didn’t, Spencer would stop
and this unbelievable wordless connection between them would break.
If she
could only hold on just a bit longer, if she could manage to still her quaking
thighs and subdue the furious pounding of her clit, she could make it last.

Spencer sealed his lips around her aching flesh and pulled,
shoving two fingers into her sheath at the same time.
The hurricane inside her
exploded.
She fell back against Paul, her breath escaping in a soundless
scream, her nails dragging along Spencer’s scalp as she struggled to keep him
right where he was.

“Don’t.
Don’t leave me.” The words fell from her in a
senseless heap, tangling in her rush to get them out.

He was already rising, his face constricted with longing.
And something else much more alarming.
Possession.
The kind that didn’t brook
sharing, no matter the reason.

The light flashed over him, highlighting his wet and used
mouth.
But it was his expression that made her whimper as his gaze dropped to
Paul’s hands, still manipulating her breasts.
Then he looked at Paul.
He didn’t
need words, because his look conveyed a clear warning.

Back the fuck off.

Chapter Eleven

Even in the darkness of the club, Paul got the message and
released her.

Momentarily.

After aiming a narrow-eyed glance at Spencer, he turned her
around to face him and captured her lips.
They stung from the force of her
teeth biting them but Paul’s mouth was warm and comforting.
Familiar.
He tasted
of Wrigley’s gum just as he had years ago and she soon found herself wrapped in
his arms.
He kissed her deeper and she relaxed into his embrace, still reeling
from her climax.

Still reeling, period.

She’d never thought sex could work like this.
Not for her.
But here, she knew which man she wanted beyond tonight and she still responded
to Paul.
He was a good kisser and her body was so wet, so ready, it was as if she’d
been primed to sensation.
Any sensation, coming from any direction.
And she
liked Paul.
He was a decent guy.

Plus there was that whole really horny thing.

Part of her expected Spencer to haul her away from Paul as
if he were a child grabbing back his favorite toy.
Or turn on his heel and
march out, though he was the one who’d gotten her into this scene in the first
place.
But he didn’t.
He came up behind her and drew her back against his hard,
muscled frame, rubbing his prominent erection over her ass.
She moaned, caught
between them both, aware that Paul’s hands had started roaming again and so had
Spencer’s, though this time he was the one to claim her breasts.

Spencer’s breath sifted through her damp hair.
“We can take
this as far as you want.
Once more.” He sucked her lobe into his mouth, used
his teeth.
“Then you’re mine.”

She shivered and closed her eyes.
He’d do this again—all the
way, probably, if she wanted it—but it was for her.
The question was, what
did
she want?

Her eyes flew open again as Paul’s fingers walked up her
inner thigh, hesitating only briefly before rocketing upward into her cunt.
She
swallowed, sure she had to be gushing, her certainty increasing when Spencer
twisted her nipples.
The link between her breasts and her sex sent desire
flashing through her like a forest fire, hungry and all-consuming.
She moaned
again and the sound broke into Spencer’s mouth as he dragged her head around
for a wild kiss.

Their tongues thrust and sparred and she soon lost track of
where—and whose—hands were touching her.
They seemed to switch places, the
texture of their caresses changing.
All she knew was there were fingers inside
her pussy, palms abruptly squeezing her breasts, and the dual assault hazed her
mind with lust.

Paul picked that moment to drop to his knees and use his
mouth for something else entirely.
Stubble brushed her inner thighs, tantalized
her sopping flesh.
And then his tongue was inside her, his breath steaming as
it rushed over her aroused center.

“God.” It was too much.
She’d just come.
Her clit was still
sore, but she was revving up again with a tingling that seemed to spread all
the way to her womb.“I can’t.”

“You can, and I’m going to watch you,” Spencer murmured
between kisses.
It was as if they were alone, his gaze burning just for her.
He
stroked her throat, his touch laying claim.
“But this time, I won’t only
watch.”

Kelly quivered, both from Spencer’s hot encouragement and
Paul’s newly ratcheted-up attack.
Fiery suction seized hold of her swollen
labia, her engorged clit.
The only thing keeping her standing was Spencer’s
arms, and his sexy whispered praise against her cheek when she ended their kiss
to breathe.
She fought to maintain her stance even as her vision blurred and
perspiration ran between her shoulder blades.
Fuck, she felt like a torch,
blazing for everyone to see.

She’d never been able to have multiple orgasms, not
back-to-back like this.
With a while between, sure.
But this was too fast.
Except it wasn’t, and the telltale tightening in her core heralded her impending
implosion.
It built swiftly, riding the edge between pain and extreme pleasure,
until Paul’s fingers thrust inside her at the same moment Spencer shifted to
close his mouth around her nipple through her dress.
As he drew on the taut
peak she shot over the brink into bliss.
A hoarse cry ripped from her throat
and her release pulsed from her body in thick waves of cream.

Overcome, she let her body sag, hoping someone would be
there to support her.
Thankfully they were.

“Turn around,” Spencer said, his hands doing the honors for
her when she couldn’t coordinate her limbs enough to manage it.
She heard the
sound of his zipper, jolted from the feeling of the head of his cock pressing
against her sensitive pussy.
“We’re going over to that couch,” he said against
her neck.

Kelly nodded, docile and spent and more cooperative than
she’d been…well, ever.

She almost mentioned Paul.
It wasn’t right to leave him out.
She knew Spencer would make sure
he
was taken care of, but she owed her
ex-boyfriend at least a hand job for that incredible orgasm.
And tonight she
didn’t want to pull away, as he’d pulled her away from Dan.

Now
there
was a question she’d never expected to have
to ask her lover.
Do you mind if I let Paul come in my hand?
It’s only fair.

But Paul led the way to the couch, sprawling in front of her
and undoing his zipper.
His thick cock jutted from his boxers and he peeled
them away as if he were revealing a gift.
He was big, she remembered that much.
Spencer had nothing to worry about in that department, but she’d definitely be
giving her cheeks a workout.
From Paul’s expectant expression, she was
reasonably sure a hand job wouldn’t be enough.

She didn’t glance back at Spencer, because apparently the
two men had coordinated how this scenario would work.
Somehow she’d missed
their cues.
Or maybe guys had an instinct for this sort of thing.

She clearly didn’t, however.
When she knelt, Spencer dragged
her back up until she was bent forward with her legs spread and her weight
supported by the cushions on either side of Paul’s hips.

“Uh uh, you’re not done yet.
Now that cunt’s mine.”

Cunt?
Her neck nearly snapped as she tried to look
back at him.
He didn’t talk that way, except when he was turned-on.

The word
cunt
sounded so damn sexy when he said it.
Crude in a way that made her hot.
But nothing could compete on the naughty
score when she was leaning over Paul’s straining erection, her wet lips a
fraction away from the bead of pre-cum gathered at the tip.
Though Spencer
hadn’t stopped her from sucking Dan—in a way he’d even encouraged it—Paul
wouldn’t take long to finish off.
And still Spencer didn’t pull her back.

Tonight he’d pushed the limits back a few miles.
Or maybe
she had.
It was hard to tell anymore.

Spencer’s cock nudged her dripping cleft.
Oh yeah, he was
harder than she’d ever felt him before, throbbing with leashed need.
Heat
emanated from his shaft and she wiggled her ass, itching for him to finally
impale her.
He grunted and jerked her forward, almost overbalancing her into
Paul’s lap.

She heaved out a breath and watched Paul’s eyes almost roll
back in his head from the contact.
If just air had him on the verge of
convulsions, what would her mouth do?

They were about to find out.

“Two for one,” Spencer said, the steely command in his voice
inflaming her beyond belief.

Only one man could boss her around in the bedroom—or on the
club couch—and have a chance in hell of her not telling him where to go.
And
that was Spencer Galvin.

“God, let me have your mouth,” Paul groaned, lifting his
hips.

Kelly didn’t move.
Even after two orgasms, there was still
something else she wanted before she’d start satisfying anyone else.
Right now
she was the greediest,
luckiest
woman in that club.

She rubbed her ass tantalizingly against Spencer, her
meaning obvious.
Fuck me now.
Before I make another man come, I want you
inside me.

With a violent hiss, Spencer claimed her cunt, marking his
territory with a series of shallow thrusts.
Good boy.
Very
good boy.
A
smile stretched across her mouth, disappearing as she panted out her relief at
his response.

Her pulse spiked dangerously as she set her gaze on the
hard-on in front of her.
Now she had work to do.

She’d given Paul blowjobs before—her first one ever,
actually—but this was different.
The first time she’d slid her lips around the
head of his cock, she’d been a bundle of nerves and he’d been so patient,
letting her take her time.

That wasn’t the case tonight.
Now he drove up between her
parted lips, sliding over her tongue and into her throat before she’d had more
than a few breaths to prepare.
But the velvety hardness fucking her mouth
couldn’t compare with the cock teasing her entrance, wedging in and easing out
with little slippery plunges that made her moan around Paul’s length.

Both men groaned in unison.
She didn’t know how she heard
them over the loud music, but she was linked to each of them.
Every time she
took more of Paul’s cock, Spencer slid out, the three of them working as one.
She accepted as much of Paul’s erection as she could, hoping Spencer would
pummel her pussy the way she craved.

Paul tugged on her hair, his pulls sharp and frantic as she
bathed him with long licks.
She cupped his sac in her hand, drawing on his
balls slightly, shifting her body so Spencer could see what she was doing if he
angled just right.
She wished she could watch him while she serviced Paul but
she could read his reaction from the fierceness of his fucking.
He was beyond
aroused, beyond control.
Beyond going back.

And so was she.
She was going to come again, her knees
almost buckling with the climax hovering just outside her reach.
The way
Spencer kept powering into her, she’d be there before she’d finished the
blowjob.

Paul gasped and she sucked harder, her fingers working their
magic on his balls.
She didn’t yank her head away when he started to come.
She
wanted the tangible proof of her power over these two sexy men in her mouth.
She closed her eyes and relished the nutty taste as she swallowed and
swallowed.

She drew back, crying out when Spencer tensed behind her,
his muscled thighs cradling the back of hers as he forced himself in and out of
her swollen sex, coasting on the slick evidence of her desire.
Then she felt
his cock thicken almost imperceptibly as he drove home one last time, setting
off her own endless orgasm as his warm release jetted deep inside her pussy.

She moaned incoherently, swaying against Paul.
Her ex kissed
her temple, reassuring her with sexy whispers.
And he held her, not letting her
fall.

Spencer didn’t leave the hot cocoon of her body right away.
She could still hear his rough breathing, absorbed the brunt of his still
hammering hips.
Even his residual pulses inside her made her moan.

He stroked her back, rubbing her spine gently as he
withdrew.
“Sit down, honey.”

First
cunt
, now
honey
.
She didn’t know which term
shocked her more.

God, she’d never experienced anything so…
huge
in her
life.
So damn close to ecstasy.
She couldn’t stand for it to end.

Paul cupped her cheeks and softly kissed her lips.
“Nice
seeing you again, Kelly,” he whispered, smiling.
“Take care.”

Then he eased out from under her and she dropped into his
spot, half-dead from pleasure.
She stared dumbly as Spencer zipped up and he
and Paul exchanged what sounded like some sort of goodbye pleasantries.
This
wasn’t at all like what had happened with Dan the other night.
This was much
more genial.

Thank you for giving my lover head and making her come.
I
hope the BJ she gave you was satisfactory.
Have a nice life.