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“The woman before us seems most pleasured by the males
sucking her tits. It has been over twenty-four hours since I have had my mouth
on your breasts and I would like to explore the sensation again.” He squeezed
her nipple between thumb and forefinger, just enough pain to send delicious
shocks into her already wet pussy. “I would have you in my mouth again.”

Yes!
Devin managed, barely, to keep the word trapped
in her throat. Her mind raced through myriad possibilities, conflicted between
what she wanted and what she might regret later.

“I just do—uh, don’t want to be put on display.”

“Hmm.” Cayl hum vibrated through her back. “Then we should
find a place where I may sample you in relative privacy.”

He dropped her breast like it was on fire, grabbed her hand
and started leading her away. Devin tugged free long enough to reclasp her bra
and then took Cayl’s hand again. There was a strange portion of her head space
that wanted this. Wanted to be touched and fucked in public. And when would she
have another chance? Once Cayl found Harken, he would leave. And she would have
no reason to call Mace and certainly no reason to come back here.

This might be the last night.

Her last chance.

The wicked woman inside that she’d never let free rose to
the surface. She let Cayl lead her over to an unoccupied table. He dropped into
the chair and grabbed her hips, pulling her close, spreading her legs so her
knees moved along the outside of his. Breath caught in her throat as a slow
sensuous hunger filled her body. The constraints and concerns faded and Devin
let herself fall. Heat swelled in her pussy. She relaxed into the Cayl’s hands
as he guided her forward, sitting her on his thighs.

Her black skirt inched up, crunching at her hips, stopping
at the point where her panties showed.

“Intriguing color,” Cayl murmured as he reached between her
legs and stroked his fingers across pale green front panel.

When she’d gone home to change into “slutty” clothes, she’d
changed underwear as well, losing the granny panties and putting on a thong.
Despite her conviction that her professionalism and control would keep her from
ending up in a situation that revealed her panties, she had remembered the
previous night and knew better. It wouldn’t take much for her to end up bent
over a table with Mace spanking her ass and she wasn’t going to take the chance
of having frumpy panties bared to the world.

Plus, she was going out with Mace and Cayl and she needed
every bit of sexual ammunition she could find. The thong helped. It allowed the
skirt to brush across her ass, teasing caresses that reminded her of the heat
of Mace’s palm.

“You are hot already, perhaps wet?” Cayl’s question broke
into her thoughts even as he slipped one finger beneath the silk lining and
teased her pussy lips. The caress shocked the truth out of her.

“Yes.”

“The sight of those men sucking that woman’s tits was most
arousing.” He reached up and undid the top two buttons of her blouse. “But I
find the sight of your breasts much more compelling.”

Annoying reality slammed into her brain and she sat up. It
was happening again. Her thighs were spread, her underwear just moments from
being disposed up and Cayl was already unbuttoning her blouse.

“Oh no.” Not again. Not that last night hadn’t been, well,
delicious but still, she was a professional and she really shouldn’t let an
alien use her as a science experiment. Particularly not when it brought her so
much pleasure. There was probably something in the rules about this.

“But Agent Denning, you said we should not be conspicuous,
did you not?”

“Yes, but—”

“And the others in the room are engaged in sexual activity
or watching others. We have no one around us whom we could view.” As if this
explained all it needed to, he tugged open another button of her blouse.

“But—”

Cayl brushed aside the edges of her blouse and placed his
hands on her breasts, his palms brushing the lace of her bra. Devin gasped. He
trailed his fingertip along the edge of the cup.

“It is quite intriguing,” he said looking up, over her
shoulder. She glanced to her side and realized that Mace had rejoined them.

He looked like pure sex tonight—a beast in his element. The
dark suit combined with the wicked hunger in his eyes made him dangerous, a
sexual animal that Cayl seemed to find equally as interesting. He scanned
Mace’s body and licked his lips like he was remembering the taste. As Mace
leaned closer, Devin crushed a whimper. She was surrounded, overwhelmed by two
sexual dominant males.

“That’s a pretty bra.” Mace ran his fingers along the edge
of the cups.

“Yes. When she covered her tits tonight, I was distressed
but I can see it is most fascinating. It heightens my curiosity to see them
naked again. Do you find this true as well?”

“Definitely,” Mace murmured as he bent down and covered her
mouth in a kiss that fried every synapse in her brain. He teased her lips with
his tongue, asking, demanding entrance. She groaned and opened her mouth,
wanting his taste. Heat swelled in her breasts as Cayl’s hands slid beneath her
bra, cupping her, fingers teasing her nipples.

Mace drew back, giving her a moment to breathe. And in that
split second her conscience reminded her why they were there. Seeking a killer.
She moaned. These freakin’ intrusions of reality made it difficult to forget
the world, sink into the rampant sensuality of the room and the two men who
tempted her.

But the sooner they found Harken the sooner she could go
back to being her normal boring self and not some wannabe sex goddess. A tiny
crack formed in her heart but she ignored it. She had a mission. She blinked
hoping to clear the double vision created by Mace’s kiss and tried to sit up.
Cayl’s hands and lips didn’t allow her much movement and the strong steady pull
of his mouth on her nipple made the edges of her vision wobble.

“Uh, w-what did the front desk say?”

“They don’t have him logged in for the night yet but that
doesn’t mean anything. They look at ID cards but they don’t always write
everyone down.”

Her mind captured what he had said but the ability to
respond faded. Cayl continued to work her breasts, lips sucking, fingers
flicking across nipples, every stroke a bright, new shimmer into her core.

“We must wait then until he arrives…” Cayl’s words blurred
against her skin as he kissed then sucked one nipple deep into his mouth. The
soft swirl of his tongue rippled through her pussy. Her gasp filled the shallow
space between them even as she reached out for Mace, needing his solid
presence.

“We should—”

Cayl drew on her nipple and blanked the words from her
brain.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Mace murmured. “We’ll keep watch for
him.” His hand slid around her back, down her ass. He squeezed the soft flesh
and moaned against her mouth. “Fuck, you’ve got a great ass baby. Want to feel
it against me when I’m deep inside you.”

She gasped and a rush of moisture flooded her pussy.

“My dick, filling that slick, wet cunt.” The words vibrated
into her pussy, low, rumbling sounds that teased her senses. “Fucking you hard,
coming inside your sweet pussy.”

Delicious heat enveloped her pussy as Cayl’s hand slid over
the barely there coverage of her thong. He lifted his head, eyes glowing,
breath fast and harsh against her skin. “She is getting wetter,” he said, his
voice shimmering with amazement. “Just from your speaking.”

“Our pretty little slut likes to hear what we’re going to do
to her.” The hand covering her ass retreated for a moment then returned with a
sharp smack to her butt cheek. The shock zipped through her body but did
nothing to clear the sensual fog covering her brain.

Cayl’s fingers skimmed across the front panel of her
panties, pressing lightly into her slit. He tapped her clit, a teasing stroke
that increased the sweet tension. “This is most fascinating. That she would
become aroused just by your words, without touching her. Perhaps I should
remove my hand and we could test the limits of this phenomenon.”

“No…” She groaned and grabbed Cayl’s wrist, holding him in
place, rocking her hips up, pumping his fingers against her clit. “Don’t. I—”

She tried to form a coherent thought, plea, anything but
nothing came out. She could only hope that Mace understood and would help.

“I think she needs both of us. You stroke that pretty cunt
while I kiss her soft lips and tell her how sexy she is, how much we want to
fuck her.”

Cayl nodded, eyes wide and curious as he dipped his finger
beneath the thin panel. Hot fingers slid between her pussy lips, slipping into
her passage. The sudden invasion drew a faint gasp from Devin’s mouth.

“That’s it, honey. Let those fingers fill that sweet cunt.”
Mace whispered the words against her lips. Cayl slipped his finger into her
passage and slowly began to pump, rocking in time to Mace’s voice. The world
began to blur. “Fuck. Your cunt is going to squeeze me so tight when I fill
you, fuck you. Ride you hard.”

The words combined with the caresses to her pussy and she
cried out, clutching the solid objects in her world—Mace and Cayl, wanting,
needing what they promised. She pumped her ass up, driving Cayl’s fingers
inside her.

Deep masculine groans teased her skin, both males drowning
in her pleasure. Mace’s voice grew indistinct—sexual whispers against her lips,
splintered by kisses and wicked spanks to her ass. The actual words no longer
mattered. Only that he kept talking. And touching. Cayl’s fingers worked her
pussy, fucking her in slow steady strokes while he worshiped her breasts,
moving from one to the other, murmuring against her skin.

“Sorry to interrupt—” The new voice barely shattered the
sensual haze covering her mind. Devin opened her eyes and blinked until the
cocktail waitress came into focus. “But it’s company policy. This section is
reserved for actual bar customers.” Devin’s mind began to clear. “I’m Jessica,
your waitress. Can I get you anything?” She winked at Devin. “Anything else,
that is?”

“Diet soda,” she announced by instinct while her mind
shouted “tequila shot” but she knew that wasn’t a good idea. her inhibitions
didn’t need to be lowered any more than they already were.

“Bring us a couple of beers,” Mace ordered, tipping his head
toward Cayl. “Whatever’s on tap is fine.”

“Thanks.” The waitress wrote down their order. “I’ll let you
get back to it then.” Her eyes made a quick trip around the three of them and
she licked her lips. “Have fun.”

Devin nodded then turned back to Mace and Cayl. Focus was
returning. She could almost think.

She opened her mouth to speak and Mace was there, covering
her lips in a devastating kiss. This seemed to the trigger for Cayl. He spread
her jacket open and quickly returned to sucking on her breasts.

“Wha-what about our drinks?” she mumbled through thick lips
when Mace gave her a few seconds to breathe.

“We’ll stop when they come, if you don’t come first.”

Chapter Six

Devin gasped as his words stroked her bare skin. Mace’s lips
bent into a smile seconds before he kissed her again. One hand gripped her ass,
the other skipped up her thigh, urging her to spread her legs wider, joining
Cayl’s exploration of her pussy. Need raged inside her. She moved with the
delicate touches, opening her thighs. Both men groaned, hands sliding between
her legs, beneath the edge of her panties. Fire spun through her pussy as they
touched her, strong fingers dipping into her passage, teasing her clit.

They moved together caressing her until she rocked against
their hands. Strong muscles supported her back as she pumped her hips up,
thrusting against their fingers, driving them into her pussy.

A click sounded next to her head, intruding on her climb.
She glanced left. Jessica, the waitress, put the next glass down on the table
with a snap.

“Damn, that looks like fun.” She leaned forward—her
impressive breasts bulging out of the tiny tank top she wore—giving all of them
a full dose of her cleavage. “Anything else you’d like to try?”

Cayl lifted his head and looked at Jessica’s breasts as if
he was actually considering the offer. And why wouldn’t he? He was a male after
all, even if it was just for a few days. He pursed his lips and continued the
intense concentration on the waitress’s well-endowed chest, finally turning his
gaze back to Devin. He slowly shook his head.

“No, thank you. I’m quite content with the pleasure I have
before me.”

The waitress sighed.

“Too bad, ‘cuz she looks like she’s having a great time.”

Cayl nodded. He dipped his fingers back into her passage,
thumb sliding across her clit. Her thoughts blurred for a moment. “It is clear
that she is enjoying intense sexual pleasure.”

The waitress giggled. “You talk funny. Kind of like that
other guy.”

The fog evaporated and Devin’s head snapped around. Cayl
straightened as well, practically throwing her off his lap. Only Mace’s hand
saved her before she tumbled to the ground.

Cayl opened his mouth, his focus locked on the waitress.
Devin could see the demand in his eyes. Feeling a little steadier, she dug her
fingers into his shoulder, warning him to be silent.

“What other guy?” she asked in what she hoped was a casual
tone. She cocked her hips to the side and leaned into Mace. He moved forward,
taking her weight and keeping silent.

“Don’t know his name. He’s been coming in for about two
weeks now. Bright blue eyes, glasses, dark hair. Talks real stern and funny.”
She smiled at Cayl. “Just like you.”

“Is he here tonight?” Devin leaned as far forward as Mace’s
hold would let her. “I didn’t think there was another one like my guy in the
world. I’d love to meet this man.” She winked.