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  He didn’t know women could do that.

  She ended up with one arm slung over Ry’s shoulder and the other over Vin’s. She hung there, ass still kind of pressed against his fingers and even rocking into them a bit as she moaned her way down. He took it to mean he should leave his fingers right where they were, and he was happy to comply.

  Tim exchanged looks with his buddies and knew he wasn’t the only one who’d had a kind of eye-opener. Vin touched her cheek and kissed her gently. “You been saving up there, Kai?” he asked.

  The girl opened her eyes slowly and smiled. “Maybe a little.”

  “You don’t think you’re done, do you? Because, you seemed to forget what I told you to do with that hand.”

  She slid a hand up Tim’s shoulder to brush behind his neck, still apparently happy with his fingers in her ass. “Is that what you want?” she asked, her head turned to Vin. “When my mouth’s right here?”

  Vin rubbed his thumb over her lips and considered. “I guess I’m flexible.”

  She seemed to find her legs and pushed away from Tim enough to remove herself from his fingers. But she kept her hand at his neck as she pressed her lips to his in what he surmised was a reward for his willingness to stay on the job. Then she moved her hand to Vin’s chest and backed him toward the bed.

  Tim grabbed the lube and followed.

  Chapter Four

  Kai knew some men were put off by a woman who took charge of her own sexuality.

  These men were not.

  It wasn’t like she wanted total control, and they seemed to get that, too. There was nothing better than driving a man so hot that he was reminded of the Neanderthal genes buried deep inside him.

  These three knew what to do with those primitive urges.

  She pushed Vin back on the bed, climbed up to straddle his knees, and took his cock with her mouth. When she’d licked him and sucked him and he had his fingers in her hair, murmuring and encouraging her along, she took him down her throat.

  Kai didn’t do that for just anyone. Deep-throating was a challenge, one her body wasn’t interested in unless she was already pretty revved. And the man—and his pleasure—had to mean something to her.

  She didn’t know for sure what Vin and his buddies meant to her, but she knew it was something.

  So, as the others came to her, finding all her hot spots with their mouths and fingers, she went down on Vin. She stroked him with her tongue and lips, and then took him deep. When he was close, when he’d started bucking a little under her and holding her head so he could fuck into her, she even used teeth.

  He howled then and was gone, taking her deep and spurting into her. She loved that muscled, powerful, male come. So did the other guys, it appeared, because their own heavy breathing was audible and their hands got rougher on her. Someone even gave her a couple good slaps on the ass.

  “Here,” Tim said, pulling her to her knees beside the bed. “I want that, too.”

  She looked from him to Ryan, who was stripping out of his jeans, apparently thinking he was next in line.

  Kai had no problem with that. By the time Tim was spurting wildly down her throat—she’d almost taken him to his knees, she was proud to observe—Ryan was crouched behind her, playing with her tits and fingering her pussy.

  She’d barely caught her breath when Ryan coaxed her to turn, used a hold on her hair to tilt her head back, and slipped his cock into her mouth. Then he reached down to grab both nipples and pinched down on them while he fucked her mouth.

  “God, that’s good,” he said as he pumped into her. His fingers had left her clit tingling and needy, and she liked those tugs on her nipples, too, so she was in agreement. Though her mouth was too full for her to say so.

  Vin had revived and was watching the show. He encouraged them both on. “Go deep, buddy,” he told Ryan. “She can take it, and it’s fucking hot.” He rolled off the bed and settled in behind her. “You like it, too, don’t you, babe?” he said at her ear. “You’re all turned on.”

  She was. Ryan kept murmuring out his pleasure, and the rough way he handled her tits was making her crazy. Then Vin slid his hand between her legs and, from behind, pushed his thumb into her pussy and pressed his fingers at her clit.

  Kai moaned, not sure how she was going to get out of this, with a cock about to spurt down her throat vying with her own need to holler out an orgasm.

  Vin seemed to recognize her dilemma. “Finish off,” he said to Ryan, “or she’s going to choke when she comes. She can’t scream like she needs to if you’re blasting cum down her throat.”

  Ryan grunted, held her head with both hands in her hair, and shoved in. He held her for a long count, pulled out to give her a couple breaths, and then went deep again. On the third pump, he went over, groaning out his orgasm and emptying himself down her throat. As soon as he was out, nearly collapsed over her, he took her tits again. He held her nipples in that tight, inflammatory grip he liked, tugging at her as Vin worked her clit hard.

  Hanging her head now, she clutched at Ryan’s thighs as Vin sent her over. He rubbed her relentlessly, almost brutally, until she was crying out with every breath.

  “Come on, babe,” he urged her. “Come. Show us again how good you are at that. It almost hurts, doesn’t it?” He was snarling at her ear, using his teeth at her neck. “But it feels fucking great, right? Your O is about to blow your mind, isn’t it?”

  He was right. He chafed hard against her clit and it almost hurt. But it didn’t. It felt impossibly, agonizingly good. Kai was shivering with the stimulation of it, shuddering in a way that worsened—bettered—Ryan’s grip on her nipples. She cried out again and again, and she fell into exactly what Vin predicted. An overwhelming, stunning, mind-blowing orgasm.

  He’d learned her already, Kai’s brain told her with its last conscious thought. Vin kept going, rubbing her, pushing her further, extending the exquisite pleasure. Her ears rang as her body juddered out the final throes of her come.

  She was barely aware of what happened next. Her breathing took several minutes to ease, her pulse settled gradually, and her brain was slow to revive. She might have even slept a moment, or lost consciousness.

  Waking slowly, she struggled to take in her…situation.

  She was laid flat out on the bed, face down. A warm, heavy weight pressed against her, and she realized that was Vin. She had her arms bent, her fists at either side of her head, and his hands were wrapped around them.

  Also of note, she understood as her senses gathered, his big, hard cock was shoved fully up her ass.

  * * * *

  Vin was having the time of his life.

  He had a healthy appetite for sex. A single man, he didn’t think there was anything wrong with the fact that he always had a handful of numbers in his phone that he could call on—numbers of women who were willing to oblige when he was in the mood. Some of them expected a nice dinner first, or a couple drinks in a tony bar. Some didn’t need even that.

  They all knew what to expect—a little time together, some hot rowdy sex, and a kiss good-bye until the next time.

  He dialed up one of those numbers a few times a week, sometimes even more than one in an evening.

  He liked sex, and he liked women—a lot—who liked sex.

  Ms. Kai Morrison was something different. And using her body like a playground for him and his two buddies fucking beat all.

  He remembered now the hot sweetness of the first time they’d shared her body. She’d been different then—nervous, more passive, sweet. But she’d let them do what they wanted with her—avid about it at times—and, now that he was remembering, it had been the best sex of his life. Shared with his buddies, a girl receptive to them all, clearly surprising herself with an unexpected wantonness—nothing had been finer, before or since.

  Until now, when the girl was a woman grown into herself, not shy or passive. When a gangbang wasn’t accidental but invited, welcomed. When she gave pleasure and sought her own asser
tively, actively, generously.

  She was a fucking delight and, quite to his surprise, she was still sweet. She could ride an orgasm like a cowgirl, deep-throat like a pro, and, as he was busy demonstrating at the moment, take a big cock up the ass. But still, she had that sweet smile and could tweak his heart with nothing more than a soft touch or kiss.

  He was fucking in…lust. Yeah, that was it. He didn’t need much reminding about hot sex, because, there he was, in her ass.

  Like he’d predicted, he and Ryan had pretty much blown her mind with that last orgasm. She’d been all but out of it when he’d hoisted her up on the bed. He hadn’t exactly planned that he’d start the next round off with an ass fuck, but there she was. There it was—that pretty, toned ass, those rounded cheeks, that tempting cleft between. Really, he’d meant just to give her a little rest and recovery. But there it was.

  His cock had surged. He’d looked at his buddies—Tim was leaning back against the head of the bed, his cock reviving as he took his own long look at that ass. Ryan was still on his knees, still panting after that wild blow.

  Maybe he’d read a go-ahead in Tim’s eyes. Maybe not.

  Either way, he was driven to do what happened next. He’d found a tube of lube in Kai’s bedside table. He’d taken it to her little dining table when it looked like Tim was going to have some anal, but he saw someone had brought it back to the bed. Good thing, because otherwise, he’d have probably done without.

  It was there, so he took the nozzle and shot a good bit of it into her ass. Then, like he’d never done before, without any of the warming up, gentle stretching he usually used, he shoved into her.

  She was hardly even conscious, but he heard the little breath she hummed out.

  So fucking tight, so fucking hot. The whole length of him was surrounded by her deepest, most intimate heat, and her sphincter held him in a firm, seductive clasp. Vin just barely held himself back from taking the joy ride his cock was begging for. He put his hands over her fists, clutching her, and held a hard leash on his desire.

  “Babe. Kai,” he said.

  She took a couple breaths and her eyes blinked open.

  “You know where I am, right?”

  “Uhn…”

  He might not have known how to interpret that, but then she…squeezed his cock.

  “Baby,” he said, and if there was a threatening tone in it, well, it was what it was. Maybe she wasn’t taunting him with that little clench, but she shouldn’t have taken the chance, because he was bound to interpret it that way. He gripped her hands harder and nuzzled into her hair near her ear. “I have to fuck you,” he told her. He thrust once, not pulling out but just burying himself deeper and rooting in. “I have to fuck your ass.”

  Her fingers twined with his. “All talk.” Her words were a bit slurred when she spoke, but he understood them.

  He understood the fucking challenge. “You fucking kidding me?”

  Vin saw just the smallest curve of her lips. “Wake me when you’re done yapping.”

  Fucking bitch. He was going to give her what she was asking for. He cursed, but he was grinning like a loon when he started fucking her.

  He pulled out once and shoved back in. Deep and hard. She grunted a little with that first, hard thrust and then breathed steadily. She opened her fingers so his laced into hers, and there was nothing suppressing or discouraging in that.

  One more time, she squeezed with her ass.

  That was it. Vin growled and let loose his leash. He got his knees dug in between her thighs, held her roughly with his hands, and pumped.

  The lube had made her slick, so he fucked her hard. Into that deep heat and then out, the tight clasp of her sphincter like a hot hand along the whole length of him. The slap against her rounded butt-cheeks as he went deep, the primal sense of possession, raw and earthy, as he had her—all of it was a wild thrill.

  He fucking loved it and didn’t worry that he was growling like a feral animal. He thrashed into her, had almost lost his head to it when he realized she wasn’t just lying there and taking it. She was flexing, giving herself to him, offering up her…ass. Groaning with the pleasure of it, he clutched her fingers. “Lift up a little,” he urged. “So I can get your tits.”

  She got what he meant. She pushed up on her forearms. Vin reached under to where her tits were just waiting for him, and grabbed each nipple. Then when he thrust into her, he also yanked on her.

  Kai went ballistic in a flash. On her own accord, she spread her thighs, giving him more room for plundering. She rocked her ass to accept him and, at the same time, arched back so he pulled harder on her nipples. She started that “Oh, God” chant she did that he was starting to like really well.

  He fucked her, and he realized she was humping the mattress, essentially working her clit against nubby texture of her summer bedspread. Jesus, she was a woman.

  He thrust, she writhed, and, both of them panting, they went over together. The reflexive spasms of her anus as she came hard around him about did him in. He howled, she cried out. Spastic, convulsing, they gloried in it together. Flexing, bucking, relishing, they rode it to the end.

  Vin collapsed over her at last, barely able to draw breath. He’d probably have stayed there, spent, for an hour or a day.

  But he felt a nudge at his shoulder. “Dammit, Vin,” Tim said. “Now I want that, too.”

  * * * *

  If she’d had the energy, Kai would have smiled at Tim’s words. He sounded…disgruntled. Like it wasn’t his plan to push Vin off and have a go at her ass, but he was compelled to, anyway.

  He could do what he wanted. She didn’t have the power, will, or desire to object. She lay on the bed, prostrate, exhausted, pretty much done in. Vin’s weight was on her, like he was in the same condition, and she liked the symbolism of it. The possession that had gone both ways. The all-in, shared compulsion of the lovemaking they’d just experienced.

  Maybe she shouldn’t use that word. Maybe “fucking” was more appropriate. It certainly described what they’d done, and it was a term she was generally more comfortable with than “making love.”

  But that one seemed to apply, too, despite the earthy, rowdy nature of what they’d done.

  Perhaps she’d think about that more sometime later. Now, Vin was rolling off her, and she was pretty sure it was happening because of a good shove he’d received from his pal, Tim.

  “I don’t hear you saying no,” was all that one said.

  When she still didn’t object, he came over her. With his weight held on one forearm, he used his other hand to stuff another shot of lube up her ass. She was grateful for it with his next move, which was a single hard thrust that completely filled her ass.

  This time, all she did was grasp two fistfuls of the bedspread and let him have at it.

  All of it was good. That stirring, driving fuck Vin had given her, his fingers pinching her nipples and making her need, the urgent, instinctive spreading of her legs so his thrusts bashed her clit into the mattress, the wild orgasm—definitely all good.

  But she liked this, too. The passiveness of it, the edgy, barbarian taking—in its own way, it was really hot.

  Tim seemed to get it. He didn’t try to draw her into it, didn’t tease her clit or work her breasts. He appeared to like it, too—her acceptance, her submissiveness. He shoved hard into her, telling her what he liked. “You’re so fucking tight,” he said. “So hot. Fucking take it,” he urged. “Just like I want to give it to you.” He slapped her ass. “That’s so fucking good. I’ve got you. I’ve got your ass. You’re fucking mine.”

  She couldn’t argue with anything he said. She liked it all. She loved it.

  He dropped down over her as he got close. He nuzzled in, sucking a bruise along her neck, then taking hold of her shoulder—with his teeth. Like a stallion, he held her and fucked her, slamming into her at the end in a frenzy of pleasure.

  Growling, spasming, he blasted out his cum. She could feel the heat of it even thr
ough the condom he wore.

  He collapsed his full weight on her as he shuddered out the last, throbbing quakes of his climax.

  “Oh, fuck,” he panted. “Oh, fuck, fuck.”

  * * * *

  Ryan couldn’t leave it alone.

  The three guys had left Kai in her little condo. He had the keys to his pickup in his hand, and he was walking there with his buddies at his side. In the same way they ended a lot of nights, he was driving them home, running Vin down to his place in Hell’s Kitchen, then Tim to his penthouse on the Upper West, then back across the park to his own condo—not too far from Kai’s new property.

  That was the usual, but it wasn’t feeling right.

  He’d made love to Kai one more time, too, after Vin’s and Tim’s second rounds. The anal fuckings they’d given her had been hot to watch. They’d loved it, obviously, but so had she—both times, when she fucked back at Vin, and when she’d just lain there and taken it with Tim.

  Tim had grunted out the last of his come and flopped over on his back, done in.

  Kai had stayed where she was, her ass pink from the way she’d been used, giving a little moan as her anus squeezed closed.

  Ryan was hard again—he’d come wildly when she’d taken him down her throat, but his dick had definitely noticed what his buddies had done to Kai. He wanted her again, but he had to figure her ass had taken enough abuse. He wanted something different, anyway.

  Kneeling at the foot of the bed, Ryan took Kai’s hand and started kissing her knuckles. She turned her head toward him, and he brushed luscious brown curls back so he could see her face.

  “How are you, sweetheart?” he asked.

  “I’m good,” she said. “Really good.”

  She might have been telling him she was done, but he didn’t think so. “I’d like to love you once more,” he said.

  Smiling, Kai turned to her side, facing him. “I’m not ever going to say no to you, Ryan.”

  That wasn’t as reassuring as he’d have thought. He stroked his hand through her hair again, then pressed a knuckle under her chin so her pretty brown eyes met his. “Unless you want to, Kai. Unless you’d rather just be held, or left alone, or let to sleep. If you…have your period, or are just tired or cranky. If…”