Chapter Three

As soon as she touched his finger, Trent called out, “Green light.” Mike ran his tongue over her pussy. She shivered and repeated the movement.

She tried to focus on Trent, but what Mike was doing to her felt so delicious, she forgot to lick the glaze.

“Red light,” Trent called out. Mike stopped eating at her.

She groaned and moved towards Trent’s finger again. When her tongue touched him, he said, “Green light,” and Mike resumed pleasuring her.

Ah, so that’s the game, then. When she licked Trent’s finger, Mike would lick her pussy. When she stopped, Mike stopped.

She smirked at Trent. “Clever.”

He nodded his head and grinned back.

“Full power now, Mike,” Trent announced, and Melissa wondered what the heck that meant. “Melissa, suck my finger clean.”

She took his thick finger into her mouth at the same time Mike pushed a finger inside her pussy and swiped his tongue over her swollen clit. She moaned around Trent’s finger as Mike increased his pleasure to her.

As Mike licked, she found herself mimicking the movements and sucking on Trent’s finger. She imagined Trent’s cock in front of her and she moaned all over again, wanting to know what a man’s flesh felt like between her lips. Heck, she was curious as to what it looked like up close and personal. Her ex had only taken her in the dark, so she’d never had a chance to see a penis in person.

The images spinning through her head, combined with Mike’s mouth on her, his finger in her, Trent’s finger in her mouth and his eyes boring into hers made her belly quake. She threw her head back, letting go of Trent’s finger, and whimpered loudly. “Trent, there’s… What’s… Oh. My. God!” She cried out as the orgasm tore through her. Trent pushed his finger into her mouth once more and she clamped her lips around the digit.

When she came down, Mike pulled away, stood up then leaned his body over hers where she sprawled over the counter.

“C’mon, baby. You’re made of more stamina than this. We’ve not even started,” Mike said, turning her and lifting her in his arms.

“You’ve not started?” she managed to say, wondering again what the heck she’d got herself into.

Mike took her over to one of the long, benched tables. He sat down and cradled her in his lap while Trent handed her an open bottle of water. Trent stroked her hair as she swallowed.

“Go get a couple of cushions, will you Trent?” Mike asked. When Melissa handed Mike the water, he capped it and placed it on the table, then jostled her in order to pull off her cami top. The cool air hit her nipples and they tightened instantly. She instinctively tried to cover up, but he captured her wrists.

“Keep your hands down, baby, or I’ll have to keep them out of my way. Got it?”

She nodded, then crossed them down over her belly.

“Good girl.” He looked down to her breasts and under his gaze, they seemed to swell. “Beautiful.” He grazed her nipples with his knuckles, playing his touch over before capturing one between his fingers.

Trent returned carrying a few thick cushions and set them on the table behind Mike.

“Bring me that glaze you were using, Trent. I need to see if you used the right amount of sugar this time.”

Trent chuckled. “Asshole,” he returned the slight, but brought over the bowl. He pushed her arms out of the way and set the bowl right over her mound. The warmth felt good.

“If you tip the bowl,” Mike warned, “the consequences will be severe.”

He didn’t sound exceptionally threatening, but she knew now these guys didn’t mince words. Besides, the bowl wasn’t large and it seemed to be nestled pretty good between her belly and legs. She should have no worries.

Then Mike picked up the spoon and lazily drizzled a bit of syrup over one of her breasts. She jerked as the heated liquid made her nipple pucker. He kept applying the warm mixture, bits of it running down the globes and into the valley between her breasts.

Mike had no sooner finished then Trent knelt down and sucked the entire nipple into his mouth. She inhaled a startled breath and stared down at him in amazement, delight and residuals of shock that these two men were loving her so much.

“Tilt your head back and open your mouth,” Mike instructed while Trent continued to lick and nip at her flesh. “Not so much, more like you’re whispering. Good.” Then Mike lifted the spoon, watching the glaze trail over her mouth, letting a small stream slip between her parted lips. “Don’t lick it,” he warned when she stuck out her tongue. He kissed her then, their lips slippery, wet and sliding back and forth as Mike deepened the kiss. At the same time, Trent had moved to her other breast while he plucked at her bare nipple.

She moaned into Mike’s mouth and tried to shift. The bowl tilted in her lap and made her still quickly.

Mike chuckled against her lips. “That’s right, baby. You can’t move.” He kept kissing her until she could barely breathe.

“I’m ready for the second course,” Trent announced, getting up and removing the bowl from her lap.

Mike lifted his head and smiled at the slumberous gaze in Melissa’s eyes. Her chin and upper body were sticky, her lips swollen, her nipples tight and flushed. Perfect, just perfect. He and Trent had wanted this woman ever since she’d walked into the first appointment she’d made with their catering business over eight months ago. The night of her ex’s surprise party, when the jerk had stumbled into the house with a hooker on each arm, they’d felt her pain and had desperately wanted to kick the shit out of the guy. They’d found her, crying in the pantry, and she’d told them that she’d been new to the area and had nowhere to go. Trent had immediately offered her the use of the middle flat of their building.

The shock mixed with immediate desire still flooded his blood when he remembered how, not an hour ago, he and Trent had ditched their club to come home, way earlier than normal. They’d planned on playing with some recipes, a favourite way they each had found eased tensions. Instead, they’d come to home to find luscious little Melissa bumping and grinding and singing about how she’d love a little pain with her pleasure.

He grinned with an idea. “I want her knees on the bench,” he told Trent, handing him the precious bundle of woman before hurrying over to the deep freeze. “This is a good time to see if that new recipe I made for that birthday party worked out.”

Mike pulled a tray of long slender moulds out, and working with warm water, he wiggled free a homemade ice pop. He licked the treat and smiled. Yeah, this is good. It’d be even better dripping with Melissa’s juice.

When he returned to the table, Trent had Melissa kneeling on cushions he’d placed on the bench. He grinned when Trent coaxed her to bend over. Her round ass, still pink, filled Mike’s view and his cock pulsed hard beneath the tight leather. Trent had placed her near the end of the table while he stood at the head with his bowl of lemon glaze nearby. While Trent opened his pants and removed his cock, Mike ran the tip of the ice pop down Melissa’s spine. She arched and bowed under the cold, yelping at the frozen contact.

He didn’t stop, but trailed the frozen treat slowly down the crease of her ass, pressing as he went. “What?” she stuttered, but Trent called her attention back to him. Mike slipped the ice pop down farther and slicked it through her pussy lips and up over her clit. She cried out and squirmed until he swatted her ass. He loved seeing his handprint on her flesh, and he enjoyed even more the way she submitted to his physical command.

Then he pressed the slender treat into her cunt. Slowly, so slowly, and she whimpered and tensed with every slide. “I like ice play,” he informed her, his cock twitching, wanting that mix of cold and heat that it would soon encounter. Her sounds were muffled now, as Trent had coated his cock with glaze and Melissa was working diligently to lick him clean.

As he pumped the frozen treat in and out of her body, he noticed how quickly it melted. When it was almost down to the plastic stick, he pulled it out and sucked the rest into his mouth. Sweet, tart, cold and hot mixed on his tongue, and he couldn’t wait another minute. He yanked open his pants and, with trembling hands, sheathed his cock in a thin condom. “Get ready, Melissa,” he warned, positioning his aching dick at her entrance. He started to move and even through the condom, the freeze sank into his flesh. He shivered and closed his eyes, sliding into her with clenched teeth. “Damn. Your cunt is so fucking tight, Melissa. I love it.”

She moaned her response, Trent’s dick now stuffed between her lips.

He continued to push into her channel, and the mix of temperatures he moved through drove him crazy.

He sank balls-deep and thrust his groin against her, doing his damnedest to fit every single inch of himself inside her body.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen that look on your face before, Mike,” Trent commented.

Mike opened his eyes and smiled. “You have no idea. Just wait, you’ll find out. Melissa, thank you. I think you’re the one who’s going to kill me and take me to heaven.”

He pulled out and pushed back in, loving the way her walls tightened around him, but he wanted more. Needed more.

Considering her body was angled towards the end of the table so she could take care of Trent, Mike helped her out. Still buried inside her body, he lifted her left knee and placed it on the table. As soon as he did, he slid another inch inside her and she groaned around Trent’s cock. “Damn, I bet that feels fantastic, too,” he told his friend.

“Oh, yeah. She may be innocent,” Trent said affectionately, brushing back a curl from her forehead and smiling down at her, “but I’ve never had head so good.”

Mike grunted his approval, straddling the bench so the three of them lined up evenly. He gripped her hips and started to fuck her with intent. Slow at first, to get her used to him and because the hot-cold sensations still battered his dick, then increasing in speed until his thrusts shifted her body hard enough that her mouth fucked Trent’s cock at the same speed.

A ripple squeezed his erection, alerting Mike to her impending orgasm. “You’d better come soon, Trent,” he warned, “or your cum will be all over the floor.”

Trent nodded. “No problem.” To Melissa, he said, “I know you’ve never done this, but do your best to swallow. I’m about to… Ah fuck, yes!”

Mike stilled his movements, allowing Melissa to focus on Trent. When she became more experienced, she’d be able to handle anything they did to her at any time, but for now, she was still learning. He couldn’t begin to imagine all the sensations they were infusing into her body. He smiled. When he’d told her she’d pass out, he’d not lied. He imagined they’d keep at her until she was worn out.

And he’d do his damnedest to make sure she went with a smile.

He waited while Melissa sputtered and even gagged once, but she managed to swallow Trent’s cum. Some women liked to swallow, some didn’t, but both he and Trent were firm believers in having to try things at least once.

“I’m so proud of you,” Trent praised, running his hands through her hair. He leant down and kissed her lips before he stood up as if revived. “Fuck her well,” Trent told Mike. “I’ll be back. I’ve got an idea I want to try.”

Mike shrugged off Trent’s words and turned his focus to Melissa. “Look at me,” he whispered, and she turned her head, which she’d laid on the smooth surface of the table. Her lips were red and puffy yet her eyes were excited. “Having fun?” he asked, not because he needed to know, but he wanted to see her expression.

She didn’t disappoint. Her eyes widened and she smiled shakily at him. “I don’t know how to answer that. I’m not used to any of this at all. But I…” She pushed back against him. “I still need you.”

“I know, baby. I know. Face forward and brace yourself.”

She did as he’d asked and this time when he gripped her hips, he didn’t push into her so much as he yanked her back over him. Hard and fast, he drew her cunt around his cock. Her walls rippled hard and she mewled and whimpered, the sounds skating up his spine and mixing, adding to his own impending orgasm. There was so much surprise and amazement in her voice, in her discoveries of pleasure. And the sounds came because he worked her body, he made her body sing, and that alone was heady.

He picked up his pace and angled her hips, his eyes focused on the glistening slide of his cock into her pussy and just a bit up, her little puckered hole. His balls tightened. Before the night was over, he’d get in there too, and damn if he couldn’t wait.

“Oh, Mike. It’s too much. Not enough. I don’t know…”

He knew. He changed the pace and reached around her hip, brushing his fingers over her swollen clit, and fuck was it ever puffy. Just little touches, circles, trails of his fingertips across the wet surface. She tightened around him and began bucking back against him, lifting her hips to meet his every thrust and crying out for more.

When sensations started tingling through his balls, he touched her with a more firm hand, and sliding her clit between two fingers, he pinched the bundle of nerves tight. She pushed against him, arched beneath him and screamed out as she came around his cock. He gritted his teeth and groaned long and low as his orgasm tore through him.

“God, baby, that was so good,” he finally managed to say. “I can’t wait for the third course.”

“What?” came her faint, exhausted reply.

Mike chuckled as he slid out of her heated body, giving her ass a smack as he moved away. Damn, his handprint looked good on her ass.