Tri-Tip: Grade-A Beefcakes Series - Book 3 Page 6

  She licked her lips as she watched my fist slide up and down. Kemp turned her head, redirecting her attention and kissed her.

  Fuck.

  This wasn’t a gentle, friendly peck either, but a devouring. A dominant first kiss. His tongue was deep in her mouth as one of his hands settled on her ass, pulling her in close, the other tangled in her hair, tugging. I could hear her whimper, watch the moment she gave over, her body going lax in his hold.

  Finally, they came up for air.

  “Kemp, please,” she begged, her voice soft, escaping on little pants.

  “Today’s been rough, hasn’t it, baby girl? All worked up by your three men, then called away. And you haven’t come. Your pussy must be aching for dick.”

  She nodded.

  Kemp gave her a gentle push so she sat on the edge of the bed, then dropped to his knees before her. He worked off one of her boots, then the other before working at her jeans. He had her bare from the waist down in record time—Parker was certainly eager to lift her hips and help—with her pants and panties a pile on the carpet.

  Through all this, I stroked and watched. My own personal porno with the leading lady being the woman of my dreams.

  Kemp pushed her knees wide and his gaze fixed between. I remembered what she looked like there. At eighteen, she’d had the dark hair neatly trimmed, her inner lips large enough to part her slit, her clit hard and right… fucking… there.

  Kemp licked his lips and leaned in. With his big hands on her inner thighs, she wasn’t going anywhere, not that she was resisting in any way.

  Her eyes closed and her head fell back at the first touch of his mouth. “Kemp!” she cried.

  Fuck, that sound, the need in it made me spurt pre-cum all over my fist. I remembered her taste and my mouth watered for that sweet flavor again. The scent of her all over my face.

  “Holy fuck,” Poe said as he came in the room, a big box of condoms in his hand. Smart. We’d work our way through all of them tonight.

  I was glad he’d pulled his shit together and was ready to play.

  Parker looked to him, her eyes a blurry haze of pleasure. She stiffened slightly, probably realizing three men were seeing her get eaten out—her mind got distracted—but Kemp slipped his hand between her thighs and I knew the second a finger or two slid inside her.

  “Grab a leg and get her nice and open for me,” Kemp told him, his voice the deepest I’d ever heard it. He barely lifted his mouth from her pussy. “Baby girl’s been so good, saving her pleasure all day just for us.”

  “Gladly.” Poe went over to the bed, dropped the box of condoms and put a hand on one of her bare knees and pushed it wide and toward her chest. Parker fell back onto the soft bed and I could see so much more. Glimpses of the pinkest pussy, so wet Kemp had a lot of work to do to clean her up.

  My balls drew up and I could feel the orgasm building at the base of my spine. Just from watching. Again.

  “Is Kemp giving you what you need?” Poe asked, looking down at our girl.

  “Yes!” she cried, writhing as much as she could with them holding her so securely.

  “Gus, get over here and hold her other knee,” Kemp ordered.

  While I didn’t want to let go of my dick, I did want to watch as Parker came, up close. Pushing out of the chair, I joined them, taking her other knee and opening her up. I left my pants open; there was no way my dick was fitting back in until I came a few times. She was so wide Poe and I could watch as Kemp ate her out. He lifted his head for a second, let us get a look at her.

  Before I took in her open pussy, I leaned down, kissed her. Met her dark eyes. “Hey, Pixie. Time to come.”

  She nodded, licked her lips. She was right there, so close and it hadn’t even been much more than a minute. She’d been primed all day. The taste of her lips, the hot scent of her arousal had me groaning. I moved so I could look at her.

  “Oh fuck, such a pretty pussy.” And it was. All pink and open, her lower lips parted so we could see everything. Her opening clenched, as if it were trying to find a dick to pull inside. And she was dripping wet, even after Kemp made some effort to lick it all up. Her thighs were glistening and so was Kemp’s mouth. Even the little pink asshole, all coated in her juices, winked at us.

  “And sweet. I was right, she’s sweeter than honey,” Kemp told us.

  I had no idea how she had the brain function to reach out and grab my dick, but she did. Her little fist gripped it, stroked it once and that was all it took. I came, my hips thrusting toward her. Cum shot from me like a fountain, thick spurts of it landing on her inner thighs, sliding down toward her pussy. Fortunately, Kemp had lifted his head. White hot pleasure sizzled my brain, made my muscles tense, then weak. I groaned through the blinding pleasure. And all she’d done was touch me. I was no better than when I was eighteen.

  When I could open my eyes, I looked down at her. She had a satisfied smile on her face, even though she was the one who’d not yet come.

  “Oh, you think you’re in charge?” I asked, trying to catch my breath.

  “You came, didn’t you?” she countered.

  Poe’s hand came down on her ass with a light crack. She startled, but couldn’t move much. No, we had her held down. Opened wide.

  He tsked her. “Sweetheart, sass gets you spanked.”

  My dick was still hard; it wasn’t going down anytime soon, especially seeing Poe’s handprint blooming on her pale skin. But thank fuck, my mind wasn’t clouded by the driving need to come. Now I could focus on her. We had all night and with three men, she was going to leave for work in the morning well-satisfied. I doubted she’d be able to walk right.

  “Kemp, our girl’s too in her head,” Poe said.

  “You’re right,” Kemp replied. He looked up at Parker from between her thighs. “Gus and Poe are holding you down, baby girl. This pussy’s ours. Maybe I should tease this hard little clit for a while.”

  He leaned down, flicked the hard pearl with the tip of his tongue. She thrashed her head back and forth.

  “No, I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”

  I couldn’t help but grin at the desperate pout to her voice.

  “There’s nothing you can do but come,” he told her.

  She moaned, let her head fall back as Kemp got busy.

  She wanted us to take control. Oh, we would.

  8

  PARKER

  * * *

  Oh. My. God. Kemp had a wicked, ruthless tongue. It wasn’t easy sometimes to let go enough for a guy to make me come. My mind would be too distracted. Something. Too many possibilities. But now, Poe and Gus held me down, my legs spread so wide I couldn’t hide. I couldn’t do anything but feel Kemp’s mouth and finger as he worked me.

  I’d been so worked up to begin with that I was so close. My brain shut down.

  I felt the firm flick of Kemp’s tongue. I heard the wet pumping of his fingers. I breathed in the musky scent of Gus’s cum on my thighs. My own arousal. I looked up and saw two men, their gazes squarely on my pussy and their friend’s head as he pushed me over the edge.

  My muscles tensed, heat spread and sizzled through my body. I cried out, gave over, sunk into the most brilliant, blinding pleasure ever. I fought against their secure hold, but they wouldn’t give. I was caught in the pleasure they could give me. No escape. Nothing but… bliss.

  And that had only been Kemp’s mouth. His fingers. I had three dicks to experience. As I caught my breath, Kemp lifted his head to kiss my knee and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.

  Oh, he was very pleased with himself.

  And he should be.

  Kemp pushed to his feet and began to strip.

  Poe’s hand slid down, ran over my pussy. I gasped and tore my gaze from the inches of gorgeous body Kemp was revealing to look at Poe.

  “These curls, sweetheart, gotta go. Later, I’ll shave you bare. For now, up.”

  He and Gus moved me about as if I were tiny, lifting me and maneuvering me so I was kneel
ing on the bed. They quickly rid me of my shirt and bra so I was bare.

  Then they stopped. And stared.

  Kemp, now naked and stroking his dick, stared.

  “Holy shit,” Poe murmured.

  “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” Gus asked. He cupped a breast. “They’re fuller than I remember.”

  Poe’s big hand worked the other. I felt the rasp of callouses against my tender skin.

  “I’m… I’m big everywhere,” I murmured.

  My nipples had always been very sensitive and they were learning that now.

  Their hands began to rove over my breasts, shoulders, waist, hips, ass and even over my pussy.

  “You are big,” Poe said, his hand squeezing my ass. “Just right for a guy like me.”

  “Get on all fours, baby girl,” Kemp said, stepping up to the edge of the bed.

  I knew as soon as I leaned forward and put my hands on the mattress, I’d be right in line to suck him.

  I licked my lips.

  Poe grabbed the box beside me on the bed, ripped it open and pulled out a long strip of condoms.

  “Suck Kemp’s cock like a good girl and I’ll fuck your pussy,” Poe said as he shucked his clothes.

  Kemp arched a pale brow as he continued to stroke himself. While Poe gave the command, I could say no. Right here, right now, I could yank my consent. Kemp was waiting, making sure I was choosing to obey.

  Like he’d said, their dominance only worked if I gave them my submission.

  I wanted them to have it. I was still buzzing from the orgasm, but my pussy ached to be filled. I’d been soothed, but not sated. I wanted more. I needed more.

  I leaned forward, set one palm on the bed, then the other. I knew my breasts hung down, swayed. My ass stuck out and as Poe grabbed a condom and crawled onto the bed behind me, he could see everything. I wasn’t just stripping off my clothes; I was bare to them in all ways. Emotionally, too, for they were taking me places I’d never been but always wanted to go.

  Dark places. Naughty places.

  Kemp’s cock was bigger than Gus’s. Thicker. While Gus’s was darker colored, Kemp’s was pale, like him. The crown was flared wide, pre-cum slipping from the slit in a steady stream. When he stepped close, I stuck out my tongue, licked it up. Tangy, salty flavor burst on my tongue.

  His hips bucked and I opened my mouth to take the head in. It was warm against my tongue, hard, yet the skin was silky soft. Kemp stroked back my hair as I looked up at him. His jaw was clenched tight, but a smile formed on his lips. His pale eyes were heated and I knew I made quite the sight. His dick in my mouth as Poe opened a condom, the crinkly sound of the wrapper and the sound of my slurping tongue the only sounds in the room. Except when I pulled in my cheeks and sucked, then Kemp growled. A burst of pre-cum coated my tongue and I swallowed it down.

  Poe’s hands settled on my hips, anchoring me in place as he pressed into me, only an inch or so. I clenched and squeezed, wanting more.

  “I’m big, sweetheart. Ready to take all of me?” Poe asked.

  I couldn’t turn my head to look at him, my mouth full of Kemp.

  “She’ll take all of you, Poe,” Kemp assured him. “She’s only taking the tip now, but she can take more. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

  I wiggled my hips as much as I could, eager for Poe to slide deep. Same with Kemp, I wanted him to fill my mouth.

  “Don’t worry,” Gus said. “With three men, you’ll get more than just the tip.” I felt a finger tap at my back entrance. Gus’s finger. Oh god. Nerve endings that had yet to be awakened flared to life. I moaned around Kemp’s dick. “In every hole.”

  As Poe slid deep, filling me with every huge inch and Poe cupping my nape and feeding me all those thick inches of meat, Gus’s finger circled and pressed against my ass.

  I wasn’t used to so many hands, so many dicks, it was overwhelming. The feelings and sensations with three men’s attentions focused on me was incredible.

  Poe bottomed out, his thighs pressing against mine. I felt so full. And then he began to move, sliding out so I was almost empty, as if it was only my pussy lips clinging to him that kept him inside, then he thrust hard.

  I moaned again and Kemp began to fuck my mouth, carefully going deeper and deeper each time. I kept my eyes on him and he was watching me carefully, seeing how far he could go. I couldn’t move my head to work him. Instead, he fucked my mouth as Poe fucked my pussy. Each deep penetration had Poe’s balls slapping my sensitive clit.

  “She’s going to come. Aren’t you?” Kemp asked, his hips moving a little faster. He barely touched the back of my throat. For someone on the brink of coming himself, he had tight rein on his motions.

  “Her pussy’s clenching so hard on my dick,” Poe said on a growl.

  Gus’s finger breached my ass; the slight burn of it combined with the dark bliss of pleasure pushed me over the edge.

  I came, my body jerking but not moving in their tight hold. I cried out, but my mouth was full of dick. My nipples pebbled to hard points, my skin bloomed with sweat. My pussy and ass clenched down, hard, in carnal ripples, wanting Poe deeper, to remain as far in me as possible. For Gus to slide his finger in even farther, to make everything so tight.

  Kemp’s fingers tightened on my neck as he pressed deep and groaned. His dick swelled and he pulled back. “Open.”

  I did as he commanded, even as the pleasure still coursed through me. He painted my tongue with his cum, his eyes glued to how he was filling my mouth.

  Poe’s loud slaps of flesh on flesh came right before I felt his fingers tighten on my hips. He roared as he held himself deep. I couldn’t feel his cum coating me, for the condom did its job. While it was a thoughtful precaution, I ached to have him mark me, to coat me with his cum, to feel it slipping out of me, knowing there was too much of it to fit, especially the way his dick crammed me so full.

  I whimpered when Gus slipped his finger from my ass.

  Kemp’s hand slid around and cupped my chin. I looked up at him and Gus. “Swallow.”

  I followed Kemp’s command and closed my mouth, took his big load into my belly while his flavor lingered on my tongue.

  Gus stripped in record time as Poe pulled out, dropped himself on the bed beside me, his big size making the bed dip. “Toss me a condom, Poe.”

  I sat back on my heels. My pussy was swollen and a little sore, but I knew I wasn’t done. I didn’t want to be.

  Poe’s hand slid down my back and he turned my head to kiss me. He was gentle, his tongue almost playful in comparison to Kemp’s rough kiss from earlier. “So sweet,” he murmured, tucking my sweaty hair behind my ear.

  “Come to me, pixie. Take my dick for a ride,” Gus said.

  I pulled back from Poe’s kiss, met his blue eyes for a moment. He nodded, then helped me move so I was straddling Gus’s waist, his condom-covered dick sticking straight up in the air. He’d just come and yet was ready again.

  He grinned up at me.

  That was the guy I remembered, the one I’d fallen in love with all those years ago. The beard, of course, made him look older, but it seemed as if no time had passed.

  Oh, I’d put on some weight. My boobs had gotten bigger and my hips wider. I had some wrinkles and definitely some cellulite. But they’d said nothing, hadn’t mentioned any of my flaws. It was as if they didn’t see any of them.

  Gus was more ripped than I remembered. A smattering of dark hair on his chest was new. He’d been bare before, only a thin line running from his navel down to the thatch at the base of his dick. He had muscles now, a six-pack of abs that indicated he worked out, and often.

  Eager, I lifted up on my knees and hovered over him, then lowered myself down, took him deep.

  “Oh fuck, pixie,” he murmured when I was sitting once again upon his thighs, this time with him buried inside me.

  I couldn’t remain still, so I moved, lifted and lowered, circled and rocked.

  “That pussy’s heaven, isn’t it, Gus?” P
oe asked. He was on his way back from the bathroom after disposing of the condom. I stopped moving and stared.

  Poe was naked, and I finally got a glimpse of every inch of him. So big. Thickly muscled, dark hair on his arms and legs, a smattering on his chest. His cock pointed right at me, rock hard.

  “This is our second chance, Parker,” Gus said, and I looked back at him.

  My hair slid over my shoulders and brushed the top of my breasts.

  “I think Kemp may be right,” I said, smiling at him.

  He arched a dark brow. “Oh?”

  “I think your dick is the smallest.”

  He gripped my hips then, held me in place. “Kemp, go get that plug you bought at the store. Our girl is a little too sassy for her own good.”

  My mouth opened, but he hooked a hand behind my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. His dick might be buried to the hilt in my pussy, but this was our first kiss in ten years. I remembered his lips, his taste, but the beard was new. I circled my hips as we kissed and kissed, my breasts mashed against his chest.

  It was only when I felt a cold drizzle of liquid between my parted bottom cheeks did I lift my head. I looked over my shoulder. Kemp held up a butt plug. Turquoise and silicone. “Ever had something in your ass, baby girl?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I replied as his finger worked the lube over my crinkled hole. Instinctively, I tried to keep him out.

  Poe, who’d been standing next to Kemp and watching, spanked me. “Let him in.”

  Of course, that only made me clench more and Gus hissed. “I’m dying here. I need to fuck her.”

  Kemp dropped the plug and grabbed a different one from the bedside table. This wasn’t a plug, but a toy. A long line of silicone with little beads placed every inch or so, getting progressively larger until the end where there was a ring. A pull ring to hook a finger in to tug the beads out.

  I clenched again.

  “Fuck.” Gus gripped my hips and fucked me, lifting and lowering me as he thrust up. He wasn’t gentle and my breasts bounced. After, god, I had no idea how long, he stopped and I could catch my breath. I was close to coming, my clit rubbing against him as I moved, but it hadn’t been quite enough.