Tease Me

Chapter 23

My heart thundered in my ears. My feet froze to the floor. But my mind yelled at me to get the hell out of there.

But then Mickey’s expression softened, and just like I’d asked him todohe stepped around Jackson and lowered to his knees at the second chair.

Grinning like a horny jock, Jackson clapped Mickey on the back.

Mickey glared at him. “Touch me again, and I’ll kill ya.”

“Right. Sorry.”

I nearly burst out laughing. These two men were poles apart. The plumber oozed sexuality with every calm move; Captain Horny wasexactlythe opposite.

I lifted the bathrobe over the electrician’s ass, folded the fabric to keep it in place, and then gave him a whack on his bottom. “Don’t ever come to this hotel again!”

“Okay.”

I smacked him again. “Say ‘yes, Memphis’.”

“Yes, Memphis.” He grinned at his mate, and Mickey looked at him with what appeared to be mild disinterest.

I stepped behind the plumber. “Pants down.”Thiswas going to be a test. Mickey didn’t seem to be interested in my little show of domination.

But I didn’t have to wait long. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic sides and whipped his pants down to his knees.

My breath caught in my throat.Hisass was glorious.

The two bare bottoms were a sight to behold. Mickey’s ass was more muscular with olive skin,whilstJackson’s was milky white and round.

I stepped forward and paddled my gloved hand across Mickey’s bottom. He clenched after I slapped him, bulging those muscles perfectly. “Don’t ever come to this hotel again.”

“Yes, Memphis.”

I slapped him again, just for the fun of it. “Good.”

I moved side on to him, then curled my gloved hand over his ass, around, and down between his legs. Mickey shifted his knees apart, giving me room, and I cupped his balls in my hand. The weight of them surprised me, and as I caressed them in my fingers, Mickey groaned.

It was the first uncontrolled emotion he’d emitted,and it shotheat waves through me. I adjusted my stance so I was able to smack him again. With his heavy balls filling my left palm, I gave him a whack with my right.

Mickey groaned, and as his balls sucked upward, he pushed his hands forward and gripped the back of the chair. As my insides pulsed out a heady beat, I smacked him again and tried to memorize every raunchy millisecond of what I was doing.

I stepped from Mickey to Captain Horny, and repeating the move, I cupped his balls and smacked his bottom.

“Oh, yeah. Do it again?”

I whacked him harder. “Shhh. No talking.”

“Yes, Memphis.”

“I said no talking.” That called for another smack, so I did.

I moved between them, Mickey on my left and Jackson on my right. They were the perfect distance apart to enable me to reach down and cup their balls at the same time. As I squeezed and caressed their scrotums, the two men reacted differently. While Jackson squirmed and gasped, Mickey clenched his jaw and gripped the chair.

My insides purred at the control I had over these two hunks.

It was time to turn the attention to me.

“Okay, men. Up, strip, and sit.”

They obeyed, and within seconds, I enjoyed the most exquisite sight—two incredibly hot men, naked.

The sun streamedinthrough the blinds, bathing their chiseled bodies in a deliciously warm glow. Their cocks stood rigid, towering up from between their legs. What Jackson had in length, Mickey made up for in girth.

Mickey sat straight, unmoving, with his hands at his sides. However, the electrician wriggled constantly as if a steady current coursed through him.

I pointed at the electrician’s cock. “So,” I said. “What do we have here?”

Jackson wiggled his eyebrows. “My pleasure-seeking missile.”

I swallowed my laughter by turning to the sexy plumber. “What do you call yours?”

“My cock.” He rolled his eyes at his mate.

I burst out laughing. These two incredibly horny men were funny. They were a comedy act and a male-revue duo all in one, and I was center-stage in the best show on earth.

Until this year, I’d never realized sex could be so much fun.For the hundredth time,I was glad I’d stepped out of my comfort zone.

Using my teeth, I pinched the tips of my glove off my fingers, thenIheld the green satin fingertips toward their mouths.

As if we were in a perfectly choreographed movie—a porno movie, maybe—the two men worked in unison to remove my gloves from my arms and cast them aside with perfect timing.

With my hands free, I plumped my boobs up over my corset. It was easy, as they were just about ready to burst out anyway.I’d made this move with my sexy Batman,andIremembered how it’d driven him wild.

One look at Jackson was enough to know he was enjoying it, but Mickey was still a man of stone. Maybe he wasn’t into this threesome thing.

With my boobs balancing over the top of my corset, I stepped toward Mickey and straddled him. With my legs on either side of his, I eased forward. The head of his cock nudged at my pussy, teasing my purring insides. I placed my hands on his shoulders and lined my breasts up with his mouth.

“Suck,” I commanded.

Mickey wrapped his lips around my nipple, and the swiftness of his move had my greedy orgasm swelling inside me. His hands found my ass, and as he squeezed my butt and sucked my nipple with lust-fueled intensity, I turned to look at Jackson.

The electrician was sizzling. His grin was huge, his eyes were wide, and his hand glided up and down his cock with slow, measured moves. Just seeing him like that sent a rocket through me, and I moaned as I clenched my insides, trying to tame the beast growing in me.

I ground my pussy over Mickey’s cock, applying pressure to my clit with each movement. Mickey showed my breasts incredible attention. . . his teeth gently nipped, and his hot tongue glided across my hardened nipple over and over.

Jackson alternated his hand from his cock to his balls, and it reminded me that I needed to alternate my attention between the two men.

Reluctantly, I snapped my nipple from Mickey’s suction and eased back from him.

“Your turn,” I said to Jackson.

“Okay.” Jackson rubbed his hands together like he was rubbing a magic lamp.

I slipped my shoes off and stood at the electrician’s sideso I could view bothhim and the sexy plumber.The second I nudged up to him, he wrapped his hands around my boobs and groped them like they were a couple of stress balls. His eyes were greedy with lust, and I was two seconds off telling him to settle down when I decided to let him have his fun. I glided my finger up his shaft.

Jackson bolted upright as if I’d had acid on my fingers. He clutched the chair, and when he panted, I realized that this bad boy was seconds away from blowing his load.

“Mate, you need to chill.” Mickey said what was on my mind.

“I can’t. This’s so fucking hot.”

I glanced at Mickey, and an incredible sexual beast looked back at me. The plumber was at the top of his game, and his looks and sex appeal set my body on fire.

With him looking at me like that and Jackson squirming before me with unbridled lust, I experienced one of the most erotic moments of my life.

Iwas tornbetween which man I should focus on. Mickey must have sensed my apprehension because suddenly he was at my side. He swept me into his arms, and I hooked my hands around his thickened neck. With each step he carried me to the bed, I inhaled his sexy, masculine scent.

He lay me down, and as he ran his tongue over his lips, he unhooked my corset. Once itwas undone, I planted my heels on the bed and raised my torso off the sheets, and he tugged the green satin free.

His cock was in a perfect position for my outstretched hand, so I wrapped my fingers around him. As I glided up and down that smooth hard-on, his chest rose and fell in time to my movements.

I raised my hips. “Take them off, too.” My voice was barely a whisper.

He moved to the end of the bed and slipped my underpants from my body. As I opened my legs, showing Mickey all there was of me, Jackson remained on his chair. His eyes were wide, and his lipswere partedas if he was ready to burst.

“Do you want to see?” A blaze pulsed through me.

Jackson practically ran to stand beside his mate.

I reached down and touched my clit. That simple sensation sent rockets through me. Two of the hottest men in the world watched me, and I was ready to give them the best show on earth.

I rolled my finger over my sensitive bud, applying pressure until it verged on painful, before plunging into my wet hole. My insides clenched, launching me into exquisite paradise. I was lost in another world.

The two men kneeled on either side of me. Four hands were on me, groping my breasts and doubling the attention to my oversensitive pussy. Glorious sensations flowed through me as they worked together, pleasuring my clit and plundering my pulsing hole.

I raised my hips; I lowered them. I raised them again, giving them more. I couldn’t concentrate as every inch of my body sizzled.

At the point of no return, I threw my head back, cried out, and let my body perform the most beautiful magic.

My orgasm was explosive. Cataclysmic even.

I saw stars, I saw rockets—I saw nothing, yet I felt every single thing.

I reached out, and two rock-hard cocks were right there. I wrapped one hand around each, pumping with the same ferocity they’d shown me. It was out of control. I’m out of control.

As they both continued to plunder me, drawing out another wild orgasm, Jackson cried out. My eyes shot open just in time to see him cum. His hot semen flew across my stomach, yet I continuedto simultaneously pump both of them.

Mickey stiffened, his jaw clenched, but his eyes drilled into me as yet a third orgasm tore through me. I pumped Mickey’s thick shaft until his hot cum shot across my belly too.

Soon, they both began to soften in my hands, and I let go.

I turned my head from one man to the next, andit was only then that I realizedI still had my mask on.I didn’t know whether to laugh or cringe at the ridiculousness of it.

As the two men eased off the bed, I was suddenly in a hurry to get out of there. Droplets trickled down my belly as I wriggled off the mattress, and before either man beat me to it, Imade a dashfor the bathroom.

I shut the door, and, using a wet face washer, I wiped all the incriminating evidence from my body. With each pass of the cloth, I grewmore and moreconfused by what I’d just done.

After I was clean, I sat on the toilet, and as I covered my face with my hands, the angel and devil in my brain had a heated debate.

Wow, that was incredible.

I just had sex with two men. What kind of woman was I?

No, I didn’t have sex, just a little fun.

I can’t believe I did that.

As much as I wanted to stay there until the men had no choice but to leave, I couldn’t. I stood and flushed the toilet.

As I leaned on the bathroom sink, I stared at my reflection.WhilstI looked funny in the mask, there was no missing the confusion in my eyes. I had aseriousdebate ahead of me.

Deciding to leave the mask on, I grabbed a damp towel from a hook, wrapped it around myself, took a deep breath, andthenopened the door.

They were both dressed in the clothes they’d worn when Ifirstarrived in the room. Mickey was in the kitchen, and Jackson sat at the dining table.

I feltcompletelyout of place as I gathered my corset and underpants from the floor.

Jackson reached for my hand as I neared the table.

“That was incredible.” The sincerity in his voice took me by surprise.

“Thanks.”

He squeezed my hand in his. “I never thought I’d experience anything like that.”

His impassioned honesty had my throat constricting.A smile lit up his face, and his eyes glistened as he looked up at me.

I smiled back. I’d just made this man’s dream come true, and that made me feel wonderful.

He drew the back of my palm to his lips and kissed my hand. “I’ll never forget this.”

“Neither will I.” And that was thehonesttruth. As much as the concept of two men at the same time made me feel uncomfortable, it also made me feel incredible and sexy.

When he dropped my hand, I looked over at Mickey.He stood in his custom stance, hips locked in place,jaw clenched.Then he blinked slowly, raised his fingers to his mouth, andblew me a kiss.

I smiled. The simple gesture sent flutters of joy through me.

With my trench coat on, I shruggedout ofthe towel and let it fall to my feet. I pushed my costume into my bag, and with it over my shoulder, I stood facing them. “I meant it when I said you can’t askforme again. You’ll get me into trouble.”

“Aww, but Memphis?—”

“We won’t,” Mickey cut into Jackson’s attempted rejection.

I backed away and headed to the door.

“Hey, Memphis.”

I turned to the deep voice.

Mickey held up his coffee mug. “I’m glad we met you.”

“Me too.” Jackson nodded and grinned like a love-struck teenager.

“Thanks, you too.” With thatwonderfuldeparting comment, I left the room and pulled off my mask.

My wobbly legs safely transported me to the elevator, and as I awaited its arrival, the devil and angel struck up a second feisty discussion in my mind. By the time I arrived at my room, my head was spinning. I went straight to the bathroom and turned the shower taps to hot. I let the powerful cascade pound my body as I allowed the debate to whirl around my brain.

Did I do anything wrong?

The answer was a resounding no. I’d had a consenting sexual experience with two smoking-hot adult men. What’s wrong with that?

The more I dwelled on that answer, the more I decidedthat itwas the truth. I honestly hadn’t done anything wrong.In fact,it was incredible.

After the shower, I dried off and wrapped the bathrobe around myself. I walked to my bed, grabbed my diary, and turned to the 2nd of September.

At the top of the page, I wrote Jackson and Mickey Room 33, and I giggled as I wrote Double Trouble next to their names.

In great detail, I described what we did, and then I wrote about my mental anguish over what I’d done.

My mind flitted to Calvin knowing about Lolita’s threesomes. I honestly believed their openness to discuss their past relationships was what made their love for one another so strong.

Secrets were what tore people apart.

The inability to discuss with your partner what turned you on and what didn’t could only lead to disaster, or worse, one person in the relationship being unsatisfied.Thismay be the root of many breakups.

At the bottom of the page, I wrote, I feel so good about this sexual experience that I’d feel comfortable telling a future partner all about it.

Writing everything down was cathartic.I truly felt a weight off my shouldershaving worked through that ethical debate.

This year was allowing me to become a confident, sexual woman. My only hope was that the man of my dreams would be willing to share his true feelings about our sex life with honesty and without malice.

I closed the diary, and as I strolled to the kitchen, eager to satisfy my grumbling stomach, I tried to picture who the man of my dreams would be.By the timeI sat on my balcony with an egg and lettuce sandwich smothered in mayonnaise, awonderfulglow washed through me because I had no doubt that come Christmas this year, I would find the man of my dreams.

Maybe I already had.