“Sure.” Like that answered their question. This wasn’t how I acted in my fantasies, but no matter how much I lectured myself to be the perfect seductress, I was truly out of my league.
I silently thanked both of them for pretending not to notice that once again they’d rendered me speechless.
“Maybe I could help you out of your clothes?” Tomas didn’t act like my one word answer confused him in the least.
These two were definitely paid well. They had to be. Otherwise they probably both would be rolling on the floor laughing their asses off right about now.
“And how does some wine sound?” Nicolas walked over to the small refrigerator and bent over to open it.
My mouth went dry watching long corded muscles strain in his legs and ass. Every inch of him was such a perfect shade of dark brown. His ass was firm, solid, and hard packed just like the rest of him.
“Wine is good.” Anything liquid would do right now. My mouth was drier than sandpaper.
“Would you look at how lucky we are?” Tomas lifted my tank top and then stared at my small breasts as if he’d just discovered gold.
I looked down at myself, confused. “What?” I asked, then glanced around me to see what he was talking about.
“I’ve never seen such beautiful nipples. Do you know how much I love large nipples?”
“I’ve got more nipples then breasts.” I looked down at my 34Bs, breasts that had been the same size since the eighth grade.
“Damn.” Nicolas popped the cork and simply held the bottle, gazing at me like I was some kind of goddess. “She’s fucking perfect.”
“I’ll say.” Tomas pulled my tank top over my head and then reached for my shorts. “Let’s see all of you, please?”
“By all means.”
“I bet she’s soaked.” Nicolas watched but also managed to pour wine into three glasses.
He brought mine to me and I was surprised that the glass was chilled.
He gave Tomas a glass and then lifted his to his lips, his attention riveted to me as Tomas slid my shorts down my legs.
“I love a shaved pussy,” Tomas exclaimed, taking a quick drink of his wine and then putting the glass on the table next to me. He was on his knees in front of me and used both hands to pull my shorts to the floor. “I have to taste you,” he said, then pressed his mouth to my clit before I could answer.
Which was a damned good thing. I couldn’t have formed a single word if I had to at that moment. I did manage to grin though. How many women sipped at wine while a gorgeous hunk knelt before them and licked and stroked their pussy with a tongue skilled enough to push them toward the edge faster than they wanted to go.
I stepped out of my shorts and spread my legs, offering him room to explore with his mouth as he pressed his tongue over my clit and then put his hands on my ass to hold me in place while tasting me.
Nicolas moved next to me, still holding his wine. “The only thing better than fine wine is tasting it on a beautiful woman. May I?”
I wasn’t sure what he asked to do but nodded my consent and took another quick sip of the wine, which tasted like a damned good year.
Tomas’s mouth was performing some awesome tricks on my pussy. Already my legs were wobbly and I grabbed his shoulder with my free hand, stabilizing myself so that I wouldn’t fall over on him.
Nicolas dipped his finger into his wine and then touched my nipple. He rubbed the cool wine over my puckered flesh and then dipped his finger into his glass again. He appeared to take the task of meticulously painting my nipple and breast with the alcohol very seriously. Then putting down the glass, he placed his hand on the middle of my back and lowered his mouth to my breast.
“Oh, my God.” I would have dropped my wine right on Tomas’s head if one of them, and hell if I knew which one, hadn’t taken my wineglass from me.
I had two mouths on me. One sucked my breast while the other feasted on my pussy. Wave after wave of greedy desire mixed with intense satisfaction warred with each other as they rushed over my body. I was flooded with lust, not wanting either one of them to stop.
Nicolas and Tomas paid very close attention to detail. My pussy tingled and was soaked and throbbing when Tomas moved his mouth away and began planting moist kisses on my inner thighs. Nicolas moved from one breast to the other. They took their time, loving me with their mouths, until I turned into one open and very raw nerve ending. I shivered, although I was anything but cold. And as they kissed and licked, feasting on me like two starving men, the pressure built inside me until I couldn’t take it any longer.
My legs gave out and I crumbled over Tomas. “Oh, my God!” I cried out, no longer caring that I had no social graces when it came to group sex. Embarrassment was the last thing I felt. “I just came!”
“I know you did.” Nicolas sounded very satisfied.
“And you’re going to come again, very soon.” Tomas grabbed me, breaking my fall, and lifted me into his arms.
I felt the hard throb of his dick poking my ass as he carried me to the very large bed in the middle of the room. “What are you going to do to me now?” I asked.
“Absolutely everything,” Tomas promised.
Nicolas was right behind me, chuckling.
Every inch of my body tingled, and my pussy started swelling all over again, anxious to learn what absolutely everything might be. I was ready to come again. And I couldn’t wait to find out what they would do next.
4
Malachi
“N o one ever chooses these models,” Rose announced, walking in to the large warehouse with Charles, Phillip, Adrian, and Maggie. It was amazing how such an incredibly beautiful woman could bitch so much yet not develop those nag lines that so many women like her got. “Malachi, what are you going to do about this?”
I didn’t see any reason to glance away from the monitor screens on the wall. “Do about what, Rose?”
“Do about what, Rose,” she mimicked, then walked up and slapped my shoulder. “What are you going to do about these models that no one ever wants? They’re a waste of flesh.”
I did finally look past her at Charles, Phillip, Adrian, and Maggie. “How are you guys doing today?” I could kick Rose’s ass for calling them wastes of flesh in front of their faces. She didn’t get it. I wanted to say they were human, too. And damn it, part of me really believed they were. I was human, and I made them.
“Doing good, boss.” Adrian was the most laid back of the group. His crooked grin was a classic bonus that Rose wouldn’t ever appreciate. “That is, for a waste of flesh.”
When Rose gasped, Adrian winked at me, and I couldn’t help laughing. “None of you are a waste of flesh, no matter what Queen Grouch says.”
“Malachi!” Rose looked horrified. “Don’t speak about me like that in front of them. They must always respect me completely.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t insult them to their faces,” I said coldly. “Why don’t you all go help supervise the Adams?”
“I’m sorry we let you down,” Maggie whispered when she walked by.
I wanted to kick Rose’s ass more than usual. I kept my cool for the companions’ sake, and didn’t let any of them see how pissed Rose made me as the four of them headed over to the other end of the warehouse.
“I swear to God they’ve got more of a heart than you do,” I hissed, glaring at her.
Rose brushed her nicely painted fingernails over her thick black