Jan Springer: In Her Bed

Selfish, wasn’t he? Thinking he was the only one who’d been suffering. Well, screw him. Let him think it. She wouldn’t beg him to take her. She wouldn’t!

Despite thinking that she wouldn’t give into him, her hands curled with frustration into tight fists of restraint behind his neck. She craved to bring her hands down to press against her pussy and make herself climax. She knew she would be able to. He’d brought her that close. To her irritation, he smiled knowingly.

“No, I shouldn’t deny myself. Shouldn’t leave you like this.”

Reaching up, he grabbed her arms and slowly brought them down to her sides. “Keep them there. Don’t touch me.”

She whimpered at his sharp command and did as he told her, watching helplessly as his hands moved her nightie up and past her knees, then her hips. His breaths came faster, harsher, as cool air pushed against her nude pussy.

Yes, she was nude down there. She’d had herself permanently denuded shortly after going out with Durango. He’d wanted her that way, and she hadn’t seen any reason to deny him. Just like now. She couldn’t deny him. Couldn’t stop herself from wanting his mouth on her down there.

God, she was so weak.

Once again her helplessness and her defiance made her watch as he got into position, his head lowering to between her spread legs. She widened herself, silently begging, mutely urging him to hurry. Praying he wasn’t going to stop and just walk away.

She jerked wildly as his shoulders pushed her wider. His fingers slipped against her pussy, and he parted her outer labia. Then she cried out, dazed at the intoxicating intensity, as his tongue lashed her amazingly responsive clit like a frantic whip. Sensations zapped through her. Intense. Explosive. And when he plunged three fingers into her soaked vagina-

She came. Hard.

She whimpered, her thighs clenching against him as she tried to clamp them shut. But his broad shoulders prevented it. She cried out as his tongue kissed and licked her clit and his fingers plunged in and out of her as if they were a miniature cock. Arousal rocked her, making her hips wrench this way and that way. Making her pant furiously and clench her fists tighter as he went down on her full force. She could feel her juices seeping like a river down her channel, hot and moist. She could hear the suctioning sound of his fingers thrusting in and out and mingling with his erotic groans and her sultry moans.

He didn’t stop. He kept up the pressure with his mouth, his tongue kissing and licking her clit, and his fingers thrusting into her wet vagina. She just kept creaming for him, her back arching against him, pressing herself into his face. She loved the harsh brush of his whiskers as they erotically caressed the insides of her thighs.

God! Would this exquisite torture ever end?

The moment she found herself coming down from a climax, he would increase his thrusts as well as the pressure on her clit, until he forced her into another orgasm. By the time he was finished, perspiration drenched her nightgown and she was utterly exhausted. If he’d decided to call the other two men to join him she would have been too tired to protest. Too exhausted to do anything but lay back and let them wrench even more arousal from her parched and spent body.

“There, that’s the way I like to see you, Doc. Utterly satisfied. Your gorgeous eyes half lidded, your pussy red and swollen and eagerly awaiting more.”

He was right. Oh, the man was so right. She wanted to be taken again, despite the exhaustion clinging to her. Her pussy felt so wonderfully swollen and used. Achy and simply ready to be taken over and over again.

She thought for sure he would finish this by taking her hands and leading her to the couch where he would fuck her again and they would sleep together, like the old days.

To her disappointment, he didn’t. Instead he stood and looked down at her, his face twisted with lust and torment.

“If you want more of this, Doc, you’ll have to wear a plug so you can be stretched and then Landon and Tyrell can take you.”

Oh damn him! Damn him for doing this to her!

“Go to hell, Durango,” she spat in a fierce whisper. She would have yelled at him, had she the strength.

He shook his head, an odd smile tilting those sensuously shaped lips of his.

“Honey, without you, I’m there.”

Having said that, he walked away, his confident swagger snapping anger through her like a live wire. She swore if she’d had the energy, she would have grabbed something, anything, and thrown it at him.

It took every ounce of her being to stand. Her legs wobbled weakly from the onslaught of climaxes he’d given her, and she could barely make it to the couch where she practically fell onto the soft cushions. Tugging at the comforters, she wrapped herself in them like a cocoon and slept like she’d never slept before.

“You’re looking like the cat that ate the canary.” Tyrell grinned as Durango stepped back into the bedroom where Ty and Landon were sequestered. In the old days having two men lying leisurely on a bed together meant comments about them being gay. But these days, men huddled together all the time for warmth. Modesty and friendly jokes were quickly forgotten.

“Move your ass over so I can climb in, and I just might tell you how sweet our canary tastes.”

Both Tyrell and Landon blinked up at him, their mouths parting in shock as his meaning came across. They both swore softly, and they grimaced in pain as they moved and disrupted their injuries. They gave him more room than he needed.

Dropping his jeans, both men whistled as his painful erection boldly pressed against his underwear.

“Fuck, my man, what did you do to deserve that?” Landon chuckled.

“More like what didn’t you do to deserve that,” Tyrell said, shaking his head. “She must be some fantastic chick.”

“If you two hadn’t gotten yourself shot up so bad, then you might have been able to partake in the pleasures. But, alas, lucky I, for taking only a flesh wound.” Durango winked at them, and they cursed him down.

“You shouldn’t have made her believe she was the one who’d shot you,” Landon said softly as the three settled beneath the covers.

“Yeah, that wasn’t nice. When the lie comes out, and it will, she’s going to be doubly pissed off.” Tyrell grumbled.

“At all three of us, because you two had plenty of opportunity to speak up and set me straight. Now you are my accomplices and thus will harbor her wrath when she learns the truth,” Durango quipped, trying to hide his smile as he teased the guys and they once again cursed him down.

“Yep, she did taste very good. Too bad you two are so badly shot.”

“Durango,” Landon said, and Durango could hear the warning in his voice to stop.

“You’re torturing us, my man,” Tyrell replied in a cool tone.

“Sorry, guys, sweet dreams. I know I’ll certainly have them.”

He closed his eyes and smiled as the other two men shifted uneasily, obviously getting very uncomfortable as their imaginations ran wild about what he’d been doing with Liz.

Good. They should be miserable, because misery, meaning him, loved company at the moment.

She couldn’t believe she let Durango go down on her after he’d only been in her home for a couple of hours. He’d been gone for months. How dare he come back into her life and think he could just start having sex with her. She didn’t want to be sucked into what he wanted from her. Didn’t want to become a sex toy to him and his friends. Where would it stop? Would it go beyond three men? Although that idea terrified her, it also aroused her.

God, was she ever screwed up!