Page 60 of Pucking Around

Jake works his fingers under my hair at my nape, fumbling with the halter top. It comes loose and the two triangular pieces drop down to hang at my waist, leaving me topless. Caleb breaks our kiss, his mouth trailing down my neck and collarbone to my breast. He sucks and nibbles, driving me wild.

Jake’s hand slips between us, diving inside my pants. His fingertips brush the silk of my undies, just over my clit. “Fuck, you’re such a little liar,” he growls in my ear. “You’re soaked, baby girl. Tell us what you want. Unless Cay is a kinky freak, I doubt we have lube.”

“No lube,” Caleb mutters. He cups my cheek, glancing from me to Jake over my shoulder. “But you might wanna see what I’m working with before you invite me to play,” he admits.

I still, my back pressed against Jake. “What?”

In answer, Caleb unbuckles his belt and unzips his fly. Taking my hand, he slips me right inside, letting me feel his hard cock. His—

“Oh my fucking god,” I say on a breath, my smile spreading. “Holy shit, Caleb.” I stroke him from root to tip and he groans, one hand going to my shoulder. My hand is wrapped around his dick. Hispierceddick. Four times pierced. I brush my thumb over four stiff, metal rods with barbells at either end.

“What is it?” Jake says, clearly concerned. “You have an accident or something, man?”

I snort, my smile spreading. “Oh no,” I reply. “He’s just fine.” My eyes lock on Caleb as I give him another stroke, running my thumb over his tip. He twitches in my hand. I want him in my mouth. “You’ll have to try a lot harder than this to scare off a Hurricane.”

“Well, I’m scared,” says Jake.

Caleb’s smile mirrors mine as he leans in. “Why don’t you take it out? Show Jake.”

I’ve never been with a man with a pierced cock before. My pussy is already clenching with nervous excitement. I drop my hands to his hips and shimmy his pants down a few inches, exposing his gorgeous dick. The piercings are perfectly aligned.

Jake shifts to my side. “What are you—oh—fuck—” He gasps, his hand going to his mouth like a Southern Baptist church lady. “When thefuckdid you do that? How did you do that?Whydid you do that?” His gaze darts up to Caleb’s face.

“You wanna get into all that now? Or you want to fuck our girl before the staff kick us out of here?” Caleb deadpans back.

“Well…both,” Jake admits. “I mean, does it help?”

I snort again. “Help what? His balance? I doubt it.”

Jake rolls his eyes at me. “I meant like, with sex. Is it…does it make the sex crazy good or something?” I can practically see his competitiveness bubbling right beneath the surface. He doesn’t want to be bested by Caleb and his pierced wonder cock.

I turn around, wrapping my hands around his neck. “You think you can’t make me feel good, angel? You worried I’ll fake my orgasm? Chant your name while I’m dreaming of his ribbed dick?”

Behind me, Caleb laughs, his hands brushing over my bare shoulders.

Jake scowls at us both. “No.”

But his eyes give him away.Yes.

I purse my lips, trying hard not to smile. “Tell you what, angel,” I say, flashing Caleb a heated look over my shoulder. “Caleb is going to stand back with his fancy dick in his hand and watch us. Show him how good you make me feel.” I run my hands down his chest to the top of his pants. “He doesn’t touch me until you’ve had your fill.”

Behind me, Caleb is practically growling, stepping closer.

Now it’s Jake smiling. “Oh, baby, you have no idea what you just started.”

I glance between them. “What?”

“Cay likes to watch,” he replies. “He likes to boss me around—or at least he did in college. We haven’t fooled around with a girl in a long time.”

I turn in Jake’s arms, fisting Caleb’s polo shirt and pulling him closer. That sense in the back of my mind flickers like the flame of a little candle. “Is that right, handsome? You want to watch him take me? Want to watch him fuck my mouth?”

“Yes.”

I smile, pushing his shoulders until he steps back. “I’ll let you boss me around. I’m already wet just thinking about you bossing him. ButI’mbossy too,” I add, pushing him again until his back hits the supply shelf with a rattle. I drop my hands to his belt and jerk it loose.

He grunts, his hard dick still sticking out the top of his pants. “What do you want, Hurricane?”

“I want you aching for me,” I reply, grabbing both his wrists.