No Holds Barred by Paris Brandon Page A

holding a small jar. He tips it over me, dribbles rose-scented oil between my breasts, onto my stomach, massages it into my skin while I watch his companion disrobe. I want him to touch himself, but the blond gladiator only smiles and dribbles oil from another jar onto my feet, up over my legs, my thighs. They’re working in tandem, smoothing toward my pussy, their hands almost meeting. I’ve been anticipating this all day and I’m almost writhing off the table.”
    “Do they say anything?”
    “No. They can use everything but their voices to lure me into an orgasm and the winner decides what happens next.”
    Jake frowned. “But if they’re working together how do you know?”
    “I get the deciding vote.”
    “ Ummmm ,” he rumbled deep in his throat and she felt her pussy throb as she watched him, hand flying over the sketch pad on his lap, knees up.
    “I wish I could draw worth a damn, I would immortalize every inch of you.” She sighed, tempted by his unfurling erection. Her fingers itched to wrap around the mouthwatering column of silky taut skin.
    “Where are their fingers?”
    “They arrange themselves so that I can watch but no one is really touching me. I feel like I’m on fire but I’m not allowed to speak or give directions. My large blond companion is parting me, his partner is blowing on my clit and I lift my head to watch. My clit is so sensitized, quivering. My bare lips are starting to flush when my tormentors smile. The dark-haired one flicks my swollen nub with the tip of his tongue, just a teasing swipe but it’s enough to make me squirm.”
    Jake spread his legs slightly and she could see his erection grow, his balls lift as his hand raced furiously over the paper, flipping over a page to begin another. He was so intense, so driven that she almost lost her place in the fantasy until he looked up and blinked. He looked like a different person until he licked his lips and she saw a glimpse of desire that she didn’t think she’d ever grow tired of seeing.
    “They’re getting restless now, competitive. My blond warrior leans over and nudges the other out of the way and sucks my clit into his mouth. His darker companion thrusts two thick fingers into me. They’ve done this before, so perfectly that my body remembers the pleasure, riding out the waves curling through me with each tug and slide. I come screaming and tell them it was a tie. They both win. I ask them what they want. They smile and tell me I know.”
    “And do you?”
    “It’s my fantasy, I’m the prize. They want what I want, both of them penetrating me, filling me up, taking me to that place where nothing is forbidden.” She was rewarded with his harsh intake of breath, exciting her more. “First they have to prepare me, working me with their clever oily fingers until I’m ready to scream, ready to come just from that pressure alone.
    “The blond gladiator lifts me until I’m astride him and I slide onto to his erection. He’s so ready he’s grasping my hips, guiding me. He pulls me down, kisses me. I get lost in the kiss, the bliss of his penetration, the anticipation of what’s coming. The smaller, darker gladiator hovers behind me, teasing me with his fingers, stretching me until I can take his slender cock. He eases into me slowly, letting me become accustomed to the sublime feeling of being totally filled. And then there are hands and mouths and that furious edge that happens when an orgasm is just out of reach. Until they find the rhythm that catches us all. Thrusting and sliding, until like dominoes we each come, clutching one another, riding out the fading thrill, our whispers and shouts mingling as we end up in a sweaty heap of spent bodies.”
    She sighed, stretching, not caring if she ruined the pose. “Then of course we spend the rest of the night bathing each other in the heated pool, finding reasons to hold our breath under water.”
    He stopped sketching, his eyes narrowed and her heart did a