The Best Man (13 page)

He knelt between their legs and
scooted forward. He dropped a kiss on her gaping pussy, and raised his head to
wink at her. “Doesn’t look like you need much more foreplay.”

- o -

Kitty cast a wary look at Jared. He
seemed to be enjoying himself too much. She knew he’d been dumbfounded when he
entered her room, but he’d clearly recovered and was trying to retake control.

She wet her lips as he rubbed his
cock up and down her vulva. This was what she wanted, but they weren’t going to
make her beg.

She tried not to wince when she felt
the tip of his cock enter her portal. Ron, for his part, held perfectly still,
letting Jared find his way. She swallowed as her vagina stretched trying to
find room for this most recent intruder.

Jared paused.

Kitty read concern in his eyes. At
least, that was what she thought she saw. It was what she hoped she saw.

“You’re tight with one cock. Expand
for me.”

“I’m trying, damn it. Give me a
moment to adjust.” She clenched her teeth. “More.” She smiled as she felt more
of him enter.

He paused. “You don’t have to take
all of him.”

“The hell I don’t.” She thrust her
pelvis, careful not to dislodge Ron. She took more of Jared and grinned broadly.
She had indeed taken all of him—all of
them
, really.

“Nice,” she breathed, closing her
eyes. “Two cocks can be an effort, but the payoff is tremendous.” She breathed deeply
through her nose and turned to smile at Ron and then back at Jared. “Okay guys.
Who wants to go first?”

“I thought,” Jared grunted, “you
were the choreographer,”

“You’re right,” she said sweetly. “Thanks
for reminding me.”

“Why don’t you begin, Ron? You were
here first. And then Jared will follow. Take it easy,” she cautioned, “until we
find our rhythm.”

“Oh, wow,” she groaned, keeping her gaze
focused on Jared as Ron pulled partially out of her ass. He slid back in and
then Jared withdrew, only to quickly refill her. “This is heavenly,” she murmured,
pulling on her breasts. They repeated their moves, becoming smoother with each
stroke. She clenched against both cocks. Her vision blurred. Christ, she was
already coming.

She closed her eyes and heard Jared’s
chuckle. She’d half expected him to stop to prolong her orgasm, but he didn’t.

“Oh my God,” she wailed. Neither man
paused or even slowed. They continued plowing in and out of her steadily with
little since of urgency. Her eyes snapped wide to see Jared nodding at her.

“I didn’t tell you what you’d be
begging for. Remember, you were nearly dying of hunger for this.”

“She has a very sensitive clit,” Ron
piped between laughs, reaching around for her sensitive flesh.

“I know,” Jared agreed, dropping a
hand to her clit.

She gasped as the men silently
sorted things out. Ron rubbed along the right side of her clit and Jared did
the same on the left. She gulped for air. She gave up trying to hold back
tears. There was no room for escape—her clit, her asshole, her pussy.

“And her nipples,” Jared added,
leaning over to pull at one with his teeth and then the other.

She pounded his back with both fists
but to no avail. Neither man paused. She panted. She wailed Jared’s name. She
called for Ron to stop. They might as well have been wearing ear plugs.

She flowed so much both men had to
be naturally lubricated with her juices. She focused on Ron in her ass. She
clenched as tight as she could manage.

Ron growled in her ear, “I’m done,
man. I can’t last any longer.”

Catching a second wind, Kitty
grinned up at Jared. “That leaves you and me,” she moaned, feeling Ron’s limp
cock fall out of her.

He nodded. “And we’ve only just
begun, lady.”

She swallowed as he reared back and
drove his cock deeper still, first to the left and then to the right. He didn’t
slow.

“You can start begging any time.”

“I won’t.”

“You will.” His gaze bore into her. Ron
didn’t assist him in any way. Jared’s hands were at her sides as he leaned
forward and arched upward, deepening his penetration.

His cock and her pussy were in some
sort of tug of war. Her eyes widened; she knew what he was searching for. “Oh
hell,” she cried out, rolling her eyes to the back of her head. “I’m coming
again. Jesus, stop. I’m coming.”

Relentlessly, he pounded her G spot.
She saw stars. She blinked her eyes open.

“Say it,” he demanded. “Beg me to
stop.”

She squealed. He wasn’t going to
stop. She was one big orgasm. She giggled. He was fucking an orgasm. She’d
gotten what she wanted. She held on. She raised a hand to slap him, but it fell
to the bed.

He was endless energy running on
adrenalin. “That’s it,” she called out. “Stop. I beg you, stop.”

He stopped immediately.

Her eyes sprang wide open as another
orgasm teetered. “Once more,” she panted.

His laughter filled her ears. His
smiled warmed her as he drove into her again. “That’s it,” she said trying to
breathe through her open mouth. “That’s it.”

This time he pulled out of her and
neither man tried to stop her when she slid away from them and curled into a
ball. Shudders wracked her body. They darted from her pussy and from her
asshole but they spread throughout. Not a single cell, not a single pore was
left out. “What a fucking night,” she murmured to no one in particular. She
wept tears of pleasure and joy.

She must’ve drifted, because when
she stirred she was alone on the bed. Groggy, she rose to a sitting position to
see Jared in a brown robe sitting in the cushion chair opposite the bed. Ron’s
clothes were missing. He had an early morning coming up.

She settled back against the pillow,
uncertain how the remainder of her morning would go, but she’d certainly had a
tremendous night.

She wrinkled her nose and widened
her eyes. “Do I smell coffee?”

“I took the liberty to make some. Hope
you don’t mind.”

“Of course not. At least this time
you stayed around to share it.” She moved back to a sitting position as he
carried a steaming coffee mug to her. “I suppose you want to talk?”

His mouth crinkled into a smile. “Unless
you have any other guys, or women, or any other kinky need to take care of
first.”

“No,” she yawned and covered her
mouth. “I can’t think of anything at the moment. You’re looking at a very
exhausted but very satisfied woman. And if you were serious about your
question, I’m not into women. I tried it couple times in my twenties. Nothing
wrong with it, just wasn’t my thing.” She sipped her coffee. She yawned again
and saw his white shirt on the floor next to his chair. “Would you toss me your
shirt? I’m a little chilled.”

He tossed it to her without getting
out of the chair. She poked her arms into the sleeves and buttoned the bottom
two buttons. She knew she seldom looked sexier than when wearing a man’s shirt.
And she definitely wanted to look and feel sexy. “So what do you want to talk
about?”

“How are you?” he asked, with a
twitch in his cheek. “Sore? Can you move?”

She flashed an eyebrow and ran a
hand over her abs. “Damn, you were really cranking into me.”

He coughed. “Yeah, well I kind of
lost control there for a bit.”

“Really?” She brightened. “I like
that. So do I bring the best and the worst out of you?”

“You could say that.”

Jared looked like a sphinx sitting
across from her. His legs, crossed at the ankles, belied an alertness she’d
come to recognize as a sign he was about to surprise her. Maybe her best
maneuver was to take the initiative. “You’ve met Ron. So tell me about the
woman you were with in London.”

Jared remained passive. “It was in Amsterdam. I’ve known Maya for years.”

“It wasn’t your first time.”

“Hardly,” he snorted. “Maya is part
Dutch and part Thai. She’s the person who first introduced me to the Thai silk scarf
and how one might use it.”

“That was fun,” Kitty purred. “So
did you talk to her about me?”

“Not on purpose.”

Kitty frowned. She watched his
fingers curl into fists and then relax.

“It’s never happened to me before.” He
squared his shoulders and stared hard at her. “I called her
Kitty
in the
afterglow of lovemaking.”

Kitty jerked to a sitting position. “Really?”
She wet her lips as he slowly nodded. “Wow.” She grinned broadly and pounded
the mattress with her feet. “I can’t tell you what that does for a girl’s ego.”

“Yeah, well maybe not quite so much
for the girl you’re with at the time. I felt like a jerk.”

“Poor boy,” Kitty cooed, hardly
believing what he was saying. But his nonverbal discomfort gave her no reason
to doubt him. So he hadn’t forgotten her, even with another woman. She felt a
little shiver run up her spine—thrill? Or fear? She couldn’t tell. “What about Maya?
How did she respond?”

“Oh, Maya is a gracious woman. She laughed
it off as something that happens.”

“She wasn’t jealous? Doesn’t she
want you for herself?” Kitty flinched, not sure where that last question had
come from.

“No, to both questions. If and when Maya
wants to take on a permanent partner, it’ll probably be a woman.” His cheeks
colored a little. “I’m sort of an exception for Maya.”

Kitty stretched back out against the
pillows and turned on her side to face him. She lifted her top leg and rested
its foot on the knee of her lower leg, framing her pussy for him. “You do have
your exceptional moments. So this Maya didn’t have any problems fucking you
even after you called her Kitty.”

Jared’s lips thinned and his gaze
worked slowly up her body from her toes to her smile. “Of course not. If
anything, my faux pas energized her. Maya doesn’t think we’ll get back together
again in that way.”

“Really?” She lowered her leg and
drew her knees to her chest. “Why not?” She wasn’t at all sure she wanted to
know, but she had to ask.

“Maya believes you have your claws
in me and won’t let me go.”

“Me? Not true.” She smiled as best
she could, fighting a stomach that churned like a cement mixer. She held up her
hands and waved her fingernails at him. “I know I’ve scratched your back pretty
good, but I don’t believe I drew blood. Does she think she’s a soothsayer? I
don’t do it on purpose. I never know what I’m going to do when I’m hanging on
that thin edge.”

“So maybe I bring the best and worst
out of you, too.”

“Hmm. Perhaps. I’m not sure if that’s
good or bad.”

“But you haven’t had enough of me?”

She breathed through her nose, not
trusting herself to open her mouth. He seemed determined to push them onto
shaky ground. She shook her head cautiously.

“Good.” He smiled warmly. “That’s at
least a start.”

A start.
A start of what
, she
wanted to ask, but she held her tongue. Jared remained silent so long she had
to say something. “So you like this Maya.”

“That should be obvious.”

“And you trust her.”

“Sure.” Jared seemed quite puzzled
by her line of questioning.

“She does sound intriguing. Do you
think I’ll ever meet her?”

“Probably not.” A corner of his
mouth turned up. “That’s likely for the best.”

“Why’s that?”

“The two of you would probably get
involved in a war of wills. When Maya finds a woman she likes, she seldom backs
off until she has her in bed. I’ve seen her art of seduction several times.”

Kitty squinted and pursed her lips. “You
think Maya would like me,” she swallowed, “—want me?”

“Absolutely. Maya has excellent
taste when it comes to women.”

“I see. So does that mean you have
excellent taste in women?”

“Exactly. And I’m looking at the
most tasty woman I’ve ever known.”

“Cripes.” Kitty trembled slightly. His
words jarred her. “I don’t think I want to meet your Maya woman. I have my
hands full with you. Do you think you can come over here and hold me?”

“I’d be happy to.” Jared stood. “You’re
not trying to cut off this conversation with sex, are you?”

“No,” she murmured, sliding into his
welcoming arms as he settled beside her. “My pussy and ass are going to be off
limits for a few more hours.” She smirked. “Of course that does leave my mouth
available.”

He shook his head. “I believe my guy
could stand a rest for a few hours, too.” He cocked his head. “No regrets about
last night?”

She giggled and kissed his mouth
softly. “If you’re looking for an apology, you won’t get it. I’m a girl who
likes two cocks now and then. Do you have regrets?”

He shook his head. “Nope. It galls
me a little to have to share you at all. But I doubt even I could ever get you
that totally fucked. And it was nice that Ron couldn’t hang around long
afterward.”