Double Your Pleasure Bundle by Alyse Zaftig, Jamie Klaire, Bliss Devlin, Lily Thorn, Kit Tunstall, Meg Watson, Marie Carnay, Misha Carver, Cara Wylde, Connie Cliff, Lana Walch, Auriella Skye, Desirae Grove Page A
Authors: Alyse Zaftig, Jamie Klaire, Bliss Devlin, Lily Thorn, Kit Tunstall, Meg Watson, Marie Carnay, Misha Carver, Cara Wylde, Connie Cliff, Lana Walch, Auriella Skye, Desirae Grove
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panties to the side. Thick fingers dove into her slippery heat, searching, stroking, caressing. Oh, yes! He found her clit tucked between her folds and she fell back against the wall in relief.
Around and around he rubbed, pushing her toward an orgasm like a runaway freight train down a mountain. As she broke out into a pant, he let go of her breast and slid up close. “Tell me. Do you always get this wet for strangers? Or am I lucky?”
Rachel froze. He was right—he was a complete stranger. With his hands up her dress steps away from where she tended bar. God, she was terrible!
His fingers slowed, trading fast flicks for gentle circles, and she whimpered. “Do you want me to stop?”
She looked up into his eyes and shook her head. As reckless as it was, she didn’t. She didn’t want him to stop for anything.
“Then answer me.”
“It’s…you. I don’t—I haven’t—I don’t do this.”
“Well, then, I guess we’re both lucky.”
He fell to his knees and she gasped. He’s not. He couldn’t… His tongue flicked against her clit and she cried out. Loud and shrill.
He pulled back and grinned. “I warned you. Open your mouth. Right now.”
She opened on command and he shoved his fingers inside, swirling them over her tongue and making her taste her own arousal. Oh, god. He really meant it. It should have turned her off, made her uneasy. Afraid. But she only wanted him more. She lapped at the thick, fleshy pads of his fingers and he smiled.
“That’s better. Now where was I?” With one hand, he held her face, fingers pulsing inside her mouth. With the other, he grabbed her knee and pushed her legs apart. He dipped his head and time stopped. It was her and this stranger and his tongue. He lapped and flicked and twirled his tongue across her clit and in seconds the pleasure built.
She couldn’t cry out, couldn’t scream—could only suck on his fingers and whimper—as he brought her over the edge. The orgasm barreled into her. Her whole body shook and her mouth contorted into an O around his fingers. Oh my god. As the last of the tremors subsided, the man stood up and let her go. She sagged into the wall, panting and gasping as she remembered how to breathe.
“Well, had I known this was the encore, I wouldn’t have left. You two put on a hell of a show.”
Rachel blinked her eyes open to see the other half of the duo—Mr. Hallway himself—standing in the open door.
The man who’d just given her the best orgasm of her life stood up and gave her a wink. “What can I say? I wanted to know if she tasted as good as she sounded.”
“And did she?”
“Even better.”
C HAPTER T HREE
“Oh my god! And you just left them like that?”
Rachel spun around and glowered at her best friend. “Of course I did! I let a stranger lick me all over. And his friend watched! I’m not a porn star, Melanie!”
“Yeah, but you could have pretended. At least for one night.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m not. I’m being opportunistic. When are you going to get a chance to sleep with not just one, but two sexy men like that ever again?”
The pout was automatic. “Never.”
“Exactly.” Melanie grabbed a mug, poured a cup of coffee and sat at their tiny dining table as Rachel dragged herself off the futon. She loved sharing an apartment—it meant saving money and automatic company—but sleeping in the living room had its downsides. With a grunt, she lifted the bottom of the futon and turned it into a couch. If her best friend was going to give her the ‘you should have gone for it’ talk, she wanted to be sitting down.
She flopped on the newly-made couch and sighed. “You really think I made a mistake?”
Melanie took a sip and nodded. “You don’t even know their names!”
“Don’t remind me.” Part of her wished she’d never told her about it and avoided the critique of all her wrong moves. But Mel was right—she’d totally blown it. Letting some stranger get up
Around and around he rubbed, pushing her toward an orgasm like a runaway freight train down a mountain. As she broke out into a pant, he let go of her breast and slid up close. “Tell me. Do you always get this wet for strangers? Or am I lucky?”
Rachel froze. He was right—he was a complete stranger. With his hands up her dress steps away from where she tended bar. God, she was terrible!
His fingers slowed, trading fast flicks for gentle circles, and she whimpered. “Do you want me to stop?”
She looked up into his eyes and shook her head. As reckless as it was, she didn’t. She didn’t want him to stop for anything.
“Then answer me.”
“It’s…you. I don’t—I haven’t—I don’t do this.”
“Well, then, I guess we’re both lucky.”
He fell to his knees and she gasped. He’s not. He couldn’t… His tongue flicked against her clit and she cried out. Loud and shrill.
He pulled back and grinned. “I warned you. Open your mouth. Right now.”
She opened on command and he shoved his fingers inside, swirling them over her tongue and making her taste her own arousal. Oh, god. He really meant it. It should have turned her off, made her uneasy. Afraid. But she only wanted him more. She lapped at the thick, fleshy pads of his fingers and he smiled.
“That’s better. Now where was I?” With one hand, he held her face, fingers pulsing inside her mouth. With the other, he grabbed her knee and pushed her legs apart. He dipped his head and time stopped. It was her and this stranger and his tongue. He lapped and flicked and twirled his tongue across her clit and in seconds the pleasure built.
She couldn’t cry out, couldn’t scream—could only suck on his fingers and whimper—as he brought her over the edge. The orgasm barreled into her. Her whole body shook and her mouth contorted into an O around his fingers. Oh my god. As the last of the tremors subsided, the man stood up and let her go. She sagged into the wall, panting and gasping as she remembered how to breathe.
“Well, had I known this was the encore, I wouldn’t have left. You two put on a hell of a show.”
Rachel blinked her eyes open to see the other half of the duo—Mr. Hallway himself—standing in the open door.
The man who’d just given her the best orgasm of her life stood up and gave her a wink. “What can I say? I wanted to know if she tasted as good as she sounded.”
“And did she?”
“Even better.”
C HAPTER T HREE
“Oh my god! And you just left them like that?”
Rachel spun around and glowered at her best friend. “Of course I did! I let a stranger lick me all over. And his friend watched! I’m not a porn star, Melanie!”
“Yeah, but you could have pretended. At least for one night.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m not. I’m being opportunistic. When are you going to get a chance to sleep with not just one, but two sexy men like that ever again?”
The pout was automatic. “Never.”
“Exactly.” Melanie grabbed a mug, poured a cup of coffee and sat at their tiny dining table as Rachel dragged herself off the futon. She loved sharing an apartment—it meant saving money and automatic company—but sleeping in the living room had its downsides. With a grunt, she lifted the bottom of the futon and turned it into a couch. If her best friend was going to give her the ‘you should have gone for it’ talk, she wanted to be sitting down.
She flopped on the newly-made couch and sighed. “You really think I made a mistake?”
Melanie took a sip and nodded. “You don’t even know their names!”
“Don’t remind me.” Part of her wished she’d never told her about it and avoided the critique of all her wrong moves. But Mel was right—she’d totally blown it. Letting some stranger get up
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