Page 64 of Sinners’ Appetite
“This is fucking beautiful,” I whisper as we make it past the dark entryway and into the club. It’s fairly quiet, aside from the thumping bass that can be heard.
I take a look around, seeing several people on the dance-floor and some near the bar. Malachi leads us straight to the bar and we all take a seat as the bartender comes walking over to us.
“What can I get for you?” she asks in a welcoming tone.
“A vodka and cranberry, please,” I reply.
“I’ll take a whiskey on the rocks,” Malachi says, reaching over to squeeze my thigh.
“I’ll take the same as him,” Dean chuckles.
Minutes later, our drinks are made and we all turn to face the crowd. “See anything you like yet, Dean?” I tease.
“No. But that blonde over there has been checking you out from the moment we walked in here.” He then points to a woman that’s leaning against a wall, swirling her finger slowly around the top of her glass as she stares at me.
“She’s hot. Maybe I should buy her a drink,” I suggest, turning back around toward the bartender. “Can I order that stunning woman over there a drink, please?”
The bartender smiles. “I know what she likes to drink. She comes here quite often, actually.” She starts to pour a drink, mixing it with sprite and calls one of the other bartenders over to bring it to her.
When she grabs the drink, she looks up and smiles at me, pushing herself off the wall to walk in our direction.
“Hey…” she says as she approaches, her eyes focused only on me.
“Hi. I’m Nikki, what’s your name?”
“Sasha,” she says, her low, delicate voice drawing me in more by the second.
“Nice to meet you…”
She then looks to Malachi and then to Dean. “Are these two strapping men your—boyfriends?” she asks, her smirk growing wider as we all nod our heads. “Fuck, that’s hot,” she moans in response.
“They’re a lot to handle sometimes.” I giggle, taking a sip of my drink as she scans her eyes over my entire body, making a chill run up my spine.
I’ve thought about being with another woman before, many times actually, but the opportunity never really presented itself quite like it is now.
“I bet they are. Do they play with each other too?” she asks.
“They do,” I softly reply.
“Fuck, you hit the fucking jackpot…” she smirks. “Would they be okay if I played with their girl a little?”
Malachi’s eyes light up as he and Dean stand up, almost like they’re waiting for us to get down to it right here and now.
“Be our guest,” Malachi groans, his cock tenting beneath his pants as he stands beside me.
“Follow me,” Sasha says, reaching out to grab hold of my hand.
“That was fucking quick…” I hear Dean whisper as Sasha leads us down a barely lit hallway toward the back of the club.
We stop at a door on the left and she opens it, peeking in to make sure its empty before pulling me inside. Dean and Malachi follow closely behind us, closing the door behind them and taking a seat on the leather bench in the corner of the room.
Sasha leads me to the bed and we both sit on the edge, my body trembling as she reaches out to trace her fingers along the top of my breasts. Her thumb finds my bottom lip and she pulls it down before forcing my head to the side so she can nibble on my neck.
“Holy fuuuckkk…” I hear one of the guys moan softly.
When her lips leave mine, she looks over at Malachi and Dean. “You two, get over here,” she demands.
They both stand and head over to us, kneeling on the other side of the bed as Sasha forces me down onto the bed, slowly lifting my dress to expose my bare pussy.
Before I can even register what’s happening, she traces her fingers along my lower abdomen and kneels between my legs as she lowers her mouth over my pussy.
I then hear Malachi clear his throat. “Fuck yeah, suck that clit into your mouth,” he demands. Sasha obeys and next thing I know, Dean is kneeling right beside my head with his cock in his hand, guiding it toward my open mouth with Malachi kneeling behind him.
“They really do play well together, don’t they?” Sasha says after releasing my clit from her mouth and pushing two fingers inside me, curling them upward as I watch Malachi fist his cock.
“Is there lube in here?” Malachi asks quietly.
“Top drawer, right behind you,” Sasha replies. I watch as Malachi gets off the bed and grabs the bottle, repositioning himself behind Dean again.
“Fuck our pretty girl’s mouth while I fuck this tight asshole,” Malachi growls, pouring some lube onto Deans ass, watching Sasha finger fuck my pussy.
“Suck on my clit again.” I whimper, needing to feel her warm mouth against me again.
Dean then slips his cock past my lips, keeping his thrusts slow and steady as Malachi pushes into his ass, gripping his hips tight.
I keep my eyes held on Malachi’s as Sasha adds another finger, thrusting into me so hard that she’s making my body jolt upward. I let out a loud moan around Dean’s cock as I get closer to giving into the orgasm quickly building in my core.
I can hear Malachi pick up speed inside Dean, his arms wrapping around the front of him as he slams forward one more time, holding still while Dean comes down my throat.
“Jesus…” Sasha moans as she slows her fingers inside me, her eyes held on Malachi slowly pulling his cock out of Dean’s ass.
“Who’s gonna fuck this soaked pussy while I ride Nikki’s face?” Sasha asks, shooting a wink toward the guys.
Malachi then crawls toward me as soon as Sasha hovers herself over my mouth. He pushes my legs back with his hands and sinks his cock deep inside me, making me gasp for air before sticking my tongue out to graze it along Sasha’s wetness.
My god—no wonder men like to eat pussy.
She tastes so fucking good on my tongue.
Dean then places himself in front of Sasha, looking at me for confirmation before sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. It would definitely bother me more if it were Malachi.
Sasha starts to swivel her hips, not quite sitting on my face but keeping steady contact as I sink my tongue inside her before sucking and licking her clit.
Before long, she lets out a loud squeal and comes for me, covering my face in her wetness within seconds.
Once she recovers a little, she moves off me and sits back to watch Malachi start to fuck me harder.
“I take it that he’s her primary partner?” Sasha asks, her breathing heavy and rapid.
“Yup,” Dean whispers, keeping his eyes held on where Malachi’s cock is slamming in and out of me.
“So does that mean I can play around with your cock a little?” she teases.
Once again, Dean looks to me with the question lingering behind his eyes. I give him a silent nod, unable to really make any other sound while Malachi fucks me into oblivion.
“Turn around…ass up,” Dean demands, slapping Sasha’s ass as soon as she’s bent over in front of him. “Rub that clit for me too.”
Dean fists his cock a few times, getting it nice and hard again before lining it up to her pussy, pushing slowly inside her as his head flies back in pleasure. “Damnit—you’re so fucking tight…” he growls as his cock sinks into her inch by inch.
“Fuck! Harder!” Sasha cries out, pressing her ass back so Dean can push inside deeper.
Malachi grips around my throat, his eyes held on mine as he slams into me one more time. “You’re almost there, baby girl. Come on baby; come on Daddy’s cock.” The very second the words flow out of his mouth, I completely let go, coming so hard that my vision goes blurry.
When I’ve come down from my high, Malachi slowly backs up, groaning when his cock slips out completely, then slams into me a few more times, pumping his come deep inside me as he grabs hold of my tits, holding himself up.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I hear Dean holler out as he pushes deep inside Sasha one more time, then pulls out to come all over her lower back.
“That was fun…” Sasha says, collapsing to the bed while Dean searches around him for something to wipe her clean with. Finally, he finds fresh towels in the drawer near the bed and wipes her down, glancing over at me as I slowly sit up to kiss Malachi.
I really didn’t think things would take off that quickly. I figured it would be just the three of us, roaming around a club for a few hours and then leaving horny enough to fuck each others brains out on the taxi drive home.
Still—even though it was hot as fuck to see Dean buried balls deep inside Sasha, I can’t help feeling like I would prefer it not to happen again. Ever.
Am I becoming possessive over my men?