Skirt Steak: Grade-A Beefcakes Series - Book 5 Page 4

  Like a spooked horse, although I didn’t know much more about horses than which end was the front.

  “You? I’m the rapist.”

  I closed my eyes, took a breath. “For fuck’s sake, you are not a rapist. Kelly was a fucking psycho with entitlement issues. We’ve got a woman with a dildo waiting for us to call her and we’re hashing up this shit again?”

  “Yeah, but if some asshole hurt her, then I’m only going to make it worse.”

  “Only if you’re an asshole, too, and you’re not. You’d never hurt a woman. Ever.”

  He sighed. “You’re right.”

  “So get your head out of your ass and your dick out of your pants. We’ve got a girl to phone fuck.”

  The sound of rustling had me assuming he was stripping down. “Our goal is to get her off—”

  “—and get her to want more,” I cut in. “Hang on. I’ll add her to the call.”

  Sitting on the edge of my bed, I swiped my phone, set it to speaker, then connected her into the call.

  “Hello,” she said. That breathy word had me lifting up so I could push my jeans and boxers down off my hips.

  “Angel,” I breathed. I leaned forward, resting my forearm on my thigh as I held the phone. With my free hand, I slowly stroked my dick. “Cash is on, too.”

  “Hey, baby,” he said. “All ready for bed?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want to play with us or say good night? It’s all up to you.”

  She was quiet and I held my breath, stilled my grip. We’d just met her a few hours ago and now we were—hopefully—going to fool around, without touching. Without being in the same fucking bed. Room. House. Neighborhood.

  “No!” she said, bold enough to have my eyes widening.

  “No, you don’t want us to talk you through an incredible orgasm or no, you don’t want to say goodnight?” Cash asked.

  “No. I mean, yes. I want to play.”

  I grinned, and though there was no one to see me, I could hear Cash’s exhale and knew he was relieved.

  “You want us to help you get off,” I added. “Did those strippers get you all horny, Angel?”

  Her laugh came through the phone and the sound made me happy. “They’re not my thing. You are. Both of you,” she quickly added, as if not to hurt either one of our feelings. I had to add thoughtful to her list of qualities.

  “Are you naked like I told you?”

  “Yes.”

  Fuck.

  “In bed?”

  “Yes.”

  In my mind, I saw her body, gorgeous pale skin, full breasts with coral-colored nipples.

  “Do you touch yourself?” Cash asked. “Make yourself come?”

  She was quiet.

  “You don’t have to be shy with us,” he continued. “We want to know.”

  “Yes, almost… almost every night. I… I like the release. I need it.”

  Christ, my balls drew up, telling me they needed a release, too.

  “Tell us how you touch yourself.” My voice was more growl than command.

  “I… I put my feet flat on the bed with my knees bent. I get them nice and wide—”

  “Like now?” Cash asked, cutting in.

  “Yes, but now I let one knee fall wide and on the bed. It makes my pussy nice and open for my hand.”

  Fuck, once she got going, she didn’t hold back. She had no issue about using the word pussy. I stroked myself once, let the heat of it course through me.

  “Only your hand? I asked. I could imagine the pink folds of her pussy spread open with her legs like that. Fuck, did she do a shit-ton of yoga? Did she have a thatch of red hair hiding her clit or was it exposed and hard?

  “For my vibrator, too.”

  “Put the phone on speaker and set it by your head.”

  “All right.” Muffled sounds came through the cell, then her voice a little farther away. “Okay.”

  “Good girl,” Cash told her. We’d shared women before, but never like this. It wasn’t like the two of us were going to sit in the same room and sex talk with Julia, jacking off together. We were into women. We liked pussy and only pussy. We’d share it, but would never do anything together without one between us.

  “Touch yourself. Describe every detail,” I said.

  “What about you?” she asked.

  Cash laughed. “I’m in my bed, baby, all alone. My dick’s so hard it could pound nails. Pre-cum’s coming out like a leaky faucet. Every time I swipe it away with my thumb, more appears.”

  I couldn’t miss Julia’s whimper. “What if I… what if I licked it off?”

  Holy. Fucking. Shit. She might have been skittish earlier, but she didn’t mind talking dirty now. She was right there with us in this. Right fucking there.

  Cash groaned. “Seeing you on your knees, your pink tongue flicking out… baby, I’d come all over your face.”

  “Angel, this call’s all about you,” I added.

  “I don’t want to come alone,” she almost whined.

  I was pumping my dick, giving it enough action so my balls didn’t fall off, but not enough to finish. It wasn’t time yet. It was time to get our girl going.

  “Ladies first, Angel. Don’t worry, I’ll be coming all over my hand when I hear you scream. Are you wet for us?”

  “I’m sliding my hand down my belly, lower… lower.” She gave a little gasp. “My clit’s all hard.”

  Cash swore under his breath.

  “Yes, I’m wet. Sooo wet.”

  “Where’s the dildo? If we’re not there to give you our dicks, that will have to do.”

  “It’s right here.”

  “Are you wet enough to fuck yourself with it or do you need some lube?” Cash asked.

  “I… I’ve got coconut oil, no lube. But I’m wet. God, it’ll work.”

  “You sound a little needy, Angel,” I said. “You haven’t even played with your nipples or worked your clit.”

  “You have me wanting big dicks.”

  Pre-cum dripped out onto my fingers, I rubbed it in with my thumb, made the glide of my tight fist a little easier.

  “Up on your knees, baby,” Cash ordered. “If you’re going to fuck that dick, then you need to do it right.”

  After a few seconds of rustling sounds, she said, “Okay. What do you want me to do?”

  “That’s right, we’ll tell you how to get yourself off. That orgasm belongs to us, doesn’t it?” I asked. Sex talk only worked if it made the other person hot. It was obvious Julia liked dirty talk, responded to it. She even seemed to like for us to be in charge. If we were with her instead of across town, she’d be pinned to the bed and I’d be balls deep right now, but we were going to try to make this a close second.

  Fuck, the chemistry here was insane. Off the charts.

  “Yes. Bennett, I want more.”

  “Lift yourself up and put the dildo beneath your pussy as if you were straddling me or Cash. Get it settled right at your entrance.”

  “I saw how big that dildo was,” Cash said. “Know this, baby, we’re bigger.”

  “Cash!” she moaned at his words.

  We were bigger. I’d seen Cash’s dick when we’d shared a woman in the past and we were similarly sized. I always had to tuck my length down the inside of my thigh when I put my pants on. It wasn’t easy walking around with all that meat, but when it came to satisfying a woman, none complained.

  “Work yourself down on that silicone dick until it fills you right up,” I said.

  All that could be heard through the phone was sexy little gasps.

  “Oh god,” she moaned. “It’s stretching me open. Sooo big.”

  I grinned, but all but strangled my dick. “Like that?”

  “Yes!” she cried.

  “Now take it for a ride, baby,” Cash told her. “While I’m over here stroking my dick, I’m envisioning you working yourself up and down, tits bouncing. Head thrown back, working that pussy hard.”

  “What about… should I
…”

  “Should you what?” I asked.

  “Should I get another dildo for my ass? There are two of you.”

  Pre-cum spurted from the tip, and I put a death-grip on the base because those two sentences pushed me to the edge. Cash’s string of swearing meant he agreed.

  “Have you ever had a dick in your ass before?” I asked, biting out the words.

  “No.”

  She had a virgin ass. Holy shit. And she wanted to play with it. For us.

  “Angel, besides the fact you’re not ready for something as big as one of those dildos, Cash and I want to get in there. Open you up.”

  “Okay,” she whispered.

  “Now, you’re neglecting our pussy,” I told her. “Do what Cash said and take that dildo for a ride.”

  Sexy breathing and the wet sounds of fucking came through loud and clear across the five miles. Fuck, we could hear how her pussy was dripping, how it was sucking in that thick toy. I closed my eyes, pictured that tangle of red hair flowing over her shoulders to slide down her back, breasts thrust up, hips rolling as she fucked a silicone dick.

  “More, I need more!” she cried.

  “Play with your clit, rub it with your fingers just how you like. Come,” I commanded.

  “No, you too!” she cried, as if a little frantic. “I want you to come when I do. I want to hear it. I’m… I’m riding your dick, Bennett. God, it’s so big. You bottom out every time.”

  “Shit,” I muttered, leaning back and putting one hand behind me and working my dick with the other. I was all into her words.

  “I’ve never been with two guys before, but I could… oh, I’m riding you, but backwards.”

  “Fuck, I love reverse cowgirl,” I told her, picturing the long line of her back, the lush curve of her ass and seeing my dick disappear deep inside her.

  “Yes, then… then I can bend forward, put one hand on the bed and suck off Cash.”

  “Yes. Fuck, yes,” Cash growled. “I bet your mouth is so hot and tight. You’d suck the cum right from my balls.”

  The orgasm built at the base of my spine, tightened my balls. Drew them up. My toes tingled. Hell, my fucking ears tingled. “Now, Angel. Come. Now.”

  I couldn’t hold back much longer.

  Her cries got louder, then she screamed. Thank fuck the phone was on the bed beside me or I’d have gone deaf. I also heard Cash groan, then swear, and I knew he’d come, too.

  I didn’t hold back, working my dick faster, taking longer strokes. Once, twice and my hips bucked off the bed. Thick spurts of cum shot out, coated my belly, my hand. Black spots filled my vision.

  “Oh my god, my legs won’t hold me any longer,” Julia said, then a muffled thump. “I… wow.”

  “Yeah, wow,” Cash added, although his ragged breathing came through clearly. I was as winded as he. I was shutting down, worn out from that intense pleasure. I could sleep for a week. Reaching down, I grabbed my shirt from the floor and used it to clean myself up. The bathroom was too far away. When done, I stood long enough to shuck my jeans and boxers, then grabbed my phone and fell into bed.

  “Tomorrow, Angel. You’re spending the day with us.”

  “The night, too,” Cash added.

  “I’d… I’d like that. God, that was so good. Thank you.”

  “Baby, no thanks needed. You want to come, we’ll give it to you.”

  We said goodnight and ended the call. Reaching over, I turned out the light on the bedside table, plunging the room into darkness. I couldn’t help but grin. I felt fucking fantastic. That was the most intense orgasm of my life, and I was all alone.

  5

  JULIA

  * * *

  I woke up energized and inspired. When I sat up, I saw the dildo on the blanket where I’d tossed it before falling instantly asleep after I ended the call with Bennett and Cash. I smiled at the thing, then covered my face with my hands.

  God, what had I done? Naughty, filthy things and it had been… great! I wondered if the other ladies from the party had gotten a thrill out of using theirs. I hopped out of bed, did a little dance, stark naked. I did it! I had wild, crazy sex with two guys. Sure, they’d been in their own beds across town, but still. I hadn’t freaked, I hadn’t shut down. I had been far from cold. I’d been a sweaty, hot mess when I’d screamed my pleasure.

  They’d said dirty things, not disappointing words. I hadn’t ruined their fun. In fact, I’d heard them come. I’d aroused them and even gotten them off, just from sex talk.

  O.M.G. I could be a phone sex operator. Insane idea, but I felt insane. There was chemistry between us because I wouldn’t have said or done the things I did without it. Without deep down trusting them. And on a conference call no less. What else would one call what we’d shared? Ha, a three-way call. Bennett and Cash wanted to see me again. Be with me. Today. Soon. And I had a feeling we wouldn’t be having phone sex.

  As I brushed my teeth, reality set in a little. Last night had been almost a dream, but the dildo on my bed proved it had been real. My pussy was a little sore, reminding me I had taken a big silicone dick hard and deep, and came all over it.

  My inner walls clenched at the memory. In the mirror, I looked at myself. The tangle of wild red bedhead. My breasts with the coral colored nipples. Not too big, not too small. I stepped back so I could see more of me. I wasn’t heavy, but I wasn’t a stick either. Did the guys have phone sex because they didn’t want to see my body? Was it so repulsive the only way they’d play with me was from across town?

  I shook my head, said a few curse words at Frank for making me always question myself.

  But what did Cash and Bennett see in me? I wasn’t anything special. No model’s body or face. My track record with guys was poor and Frank only made my dating resume look horrible.

  They wanted me.

  I lifted my chin, remembered the kisses, the looks on their faces when they’d lifted their heads.

  They wanted me.

  They did. Today. I hopped in the shower, shaved my legs, my underarms, did some quick grooming down there. My usual edging work. As I stood under the hot spray, razor in hand, I wondered if they’d like me bare instead. I didn’t have a thick bush to possibly scare them off, but I needed all the help I could get. Shaving it all was out of the question. I’d done it once, and I had the worst ingrown hairs and itching as it grew back I swore I’d never, ever do that again.

  I had the at-home wax kit under the sink I’d bought on a whim but never used. I could do it now, for them.

  I’d had phone sex. I’d fucked a dildo like a cowgirl riding a wild mustang. I could go bare for two men.

  I dried off, got out the kit, read the instructions. There were little sheets coated with a layer of wax which needed to be set it in place, a few swipes to get the wax warmed a little and adhered, then yank.

  No big deal.

  Putting a foot up on the side of the tub, I placed a strip on one side of my pussy. I’d leave a little patch at top because going completely bare might be going too far. I took a few fortifying breaths as I rubbed the strip in. With my left hand, I pulled my skin taut from above and with the right, gripped the end of the strip between my legs.

  “One. Two. Three.”

  Yank.

  The pain was incredible. Scorching heat. Fire. I practically screamed with the evil wax strip between my fingers. I hopped around the bathroom, tears filling my eyes. I looked at the simple tool of torture, saw my red hair caught in the layer of wax.

  I grabbed the hand mirror from the drawer of my vanity, put my foot back up on the side of the tub and inspected my work.

  O.M.G.

  I hadn’t really taken a peek at my pussy with a mirror before. Did it really look like that? All pink and… stuff? And now, god. I was an idiot! Not only did I have bits and pieces a guy might need a miner’s lamp to explore, I had a bald patch that was red and enflamed and it hurt like hell.

  Bald. Trimmed red hair everywhere except for a two-inch section
on the left side.

  How could I have sex like that? In the dark? More phone sex?

  I moaned. Bennett and Cash were going to spend the day with me, they’d said. While I doubted they’d jump me coming to my door, after what we’d done the night before, they’d probably want to do something similar in person at some point. Probably when I’d come and screamed their names they’d gotten the green light for that. I’d wanted to until about two minutes ago.

  Now? What was I going to do?

  I grabbed my phone, speed dialed Ava.

  “I’m in trouble,” I said when she answered. I went into my kitchen, opened my freezer, pulled out a bag of frozen corn. “Not dying kind of trouble. I mean, I’m fine, except for a certain spot, but it won’t kill me. It hurts like hell, but I’ll live. Although if Bennett and Cash find out, I will probably die of embarrassment. I’ve got girl trouble.”

  “Okkkkaaayyy. What’s the matter?” she asked after I finished clarifying.

  I walked into my bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, lifted my left leg so it was up on the mattress. I shifted a little so I could get the bag of corn beneath my crotch and hissed when the cold hit my tender skin. All of my skin. “Do you wax?”

  “What? Julia, you’re making no sense.”

  “Do you wax, you know, down there?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, I don’t. Until now. I mean, don’t think I was a jungle woman or anything, I just liked shaving better.” I winced and shifted my hips. “Trimming. I’d wanted to try it once, but didn’t get up the nerve.”

  “But now you did?”

  “Yes.”

  “Is it because of two cute not-strippers wanting in your pants?”

  I groaned, squirmed some more because the bag of corn was freezing.

  “Any chance of those two cute not-strippers getting in my pants is gone now,” I grumbled.

  “If you’re sore, just put some baby oil on it. It’ll soothe the sting.”

  “Baby oil. Not frozen corn?”

  “Frozen corn? Julia, what the—”