Page 11 of Hidden Passions


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My thighs buzz. Being with these two men when they lock horns always makes me hot and breathless.

“Can’t you guys agree about anything?”

Wolf snarls, “Well, yes, Eve. I think we can.”

Steele turns back. The savage glow in Wolf’s eyes makes my stomach flip. “Steele, make yourself useful. Lick Eve through her wet panties and make her quake and come, while she sucks on my cock.”

“Guys,” I’m looking nervously between the two men. Their heads and shoulders are down. They prowl toward me. Cornering me. “I have to get my flight.” I turn to grab my rucksack and start for the door.

I’m fluttering inside. Wolf and Steele are the most explosive, the most combustible combination of my men. And right now they’re both angry. Neither looks ready to back down.

“Yeah,” Wolf reaches out. Puts his hand around the back of my neck. Pulls me to him. His eyes sear into mine. He pulls me to him. Takes my mouth with his. Explores me with his tongue.

My mouth is still locked with Wolf’s, and I’m still in the high from his breath and mine swirling together. I feel the heat of Steele moving close, though. He takes hold of my hips and twists them.

“Yeah,” Wolf snarls, with our mouths still joined. His hand runs over the front of my tee-shirt. Holding me tight. Gripping as he slides down to my thighs.

Steele grips and the cheeks of my ass, squeezing them together, then pulling them apart. Stretching me. Thin, wet fabric sticks to me and pulls between my legs. Over my folds.

Wolf drags my tee-shirt up and feels the inside of my thigh. Slides up. His fingertips reach the crease. Push inside my panties. Scoop along my length. He rubs, getting his fingers wet at the entrance. He rolls the tips roughly around my clit, like a bird of prey, circling.

“She’s wet.” Steel growls, “I can smell her.”

My knees turn to water as I smell it, too. The scent makes me sigh as Wolf brings his fingers up to his face. He looks in my eyes and pulls his mouth away from mine, just enough to pop his fingers inside. I curl my tongue around them and my tongue meets his as we taste my heat.

Inside his jeans, Wolf’s cock uncoils against my ass. He drops his hand down to squeeze my ass through my tee-shirt. Then up inside. He slides his fingers into the cleft of my ass. I judder as he toys with my tight little opening.

At the same time, Steele shoves the wet mess of my panties to take hold of me. My back arcs and I moan as his fingers invade me and his thumb works my mound, tugging the flesh to tug my clit rhythmically.

Steele’s strong lips fasten around my hood, and his long tongue slithers along my aching wings. I convulse when he sucks.

I reach back to find Wolf’s cock. The pulsing heat inside his pants rises and thickens as my shaking fingers find it.

Wolf strokes m face, my neck and my breasts as he kisses me, the kiss turning and rolling in waves, hot and soft, tender and savage. I struggle and fumble to open the rivets on Wolf’s jeans, while Steele’s mouth, his tongue, his breath, make a delicious dance of torture on me and in me. He makes me squirm and writhe.

My thighs tremble and shake. I moan and sigh and my tongue lolls wet, as my mouth craves the hard heat of Wolf’s fattening flesh.

When I get Wolf’s pants open and his belt undone, finally, Steele turns me around. He spreads my legs as I hold Wolf in both hands and salivate. I bend forward. It’s hard to stand as Steele’s tongue trickles up the backs of my thighs.

Steele’s hand on my belly pulls me back, into his mouth. The flat of his tongue laps from covering my clit, all the way back to my soft, quivering cheeks. Then he grabs my hips and drives forward, rolling his tongue right into me.

I can taste the tangy scent of Wolf’s hard cock before my lips slip and fasten over the bulb. I hold there while Steele makes me crazy, pulling the flesh of my thighs and my cheeks apart, peeling me, opening me wider so he can lick higher, deeper into my wet walls and folds.

Nibbling along Wolf’s fat length, I’m intoxicated by the overwhelming testosterone flavor of man.

I hold back as much as I can, resisting the call of the wild, the primal urge to let go, to give myself over to the passions and let the currents drive me.

A moment like this is rare, where three of us, so different, so individual, can stretch and pull together so completely. It’s precious to me. A frenzy of thrashing ecstasy will come, we will all come, but the longer I can hold back, the bigger it will be and the more completely we will melt and blast together. The more it will mean.

My knees buckle and Steele’s mouth flips a flash of wet tingling sensation through me, as thin, sweet saliva sloshes over Wolf’s ridges. He grips my hair as he pulses in my mouth. My face reddens as his bulb nudges over the back of my tongue.

Steele has found my rhythm now. His tongue and his breath play me, but he holds back against my beat. He’s behind me, dragging, making me wait until it drives me crazy. Then he knows just when to hold me high up in mid-air, hold me back while the tension rises. Builds. I’m holding my breath. Desperate.

Quivering on a ledge. Need and want and anticipation swell, expand, and inflate inside me.

Until Steele sucks and tongues me off the brink.

My fingers dig into the hard muscles of Wolf’s ass. Moaning, I lunge forward and swallow the length of his pole, deep into the wet grip of my neck. Wolf’s hands clench and grip in my hair, holding me, pulling me.

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