StrokeMe (5 page)

One swipe of the soft bristles and the cool paint along her
labia and Annabelle lit up like a Roman candle. “Oh!”

She gripped the metal frame of the chair on either side of
her hips.

Finn grinned up at her. “Try not to squirm. If I get these
last parts finished in time for them to dry, it’s less touch-up work right
before the curtain rises.”

She rolled her eyes. “Not like you’re painting a wall or a
canvas, you know? That’s a pretty sensitive body part.”

His look was playfully evil as he slid the brush over her
clit. “Consider it foreplay. You’re going to need to be wet—and I’m not talking
about the paint.”

“I already am,” she muttered.

Finn used the brush to paint pink flower petals on her chest
and breasts, the bristles gliding over her nipples as he worked, making her
desperate to feel them rolled between fingers or suckled. Her breathing grew
shallow and her body seemed to liquefy. By the time he was done with her front
and back, she was this close to coming.

“Let’s get you onstage,” he said, taking her by the hand and
leading her down the hallway.

As they walked, the slick, bare folds between her legs
rubbed together. Annabelle’s nervousness and excitement escalated with every
step they took.

She was seriously doing this. No backing out now.

Finn opened the backdoor to the stage and she stepped inside
the enclosed room. Eric and one of his acrobatics partners were both there.
Looking unbelievably hot in head-to-toe green paint that did absolutely nothing
to minimize their hard and hunky bodies.

In fact, Annabelle’s breath caught at the sight of them.
Olympic gymnasts had nothing on these guys. They were magnificently built.
Strong, masculine and virile. Their powerful thighs, washboard abs, thick
biceps and rock-hard pectoral muscles were so tempting, it was all Annabelle
could do to keep herself from reaching out and touching them. Everywhere!

As her gaze swept over each man from head to toe, she didn’t
miss the enormous cocks jutting her way. Full and erect, they made her heart
stammer and her pussy throb.

Maybe she was biting off more than she could chew, but oh
God! Was she willing to give it her best shot!

“You remember Eric from last night?” Finn said to her, not
knowing how well she knew Eric
today
! “And this is Max.”

She gave a wiggly-fingered wave to both men, not having a
breath in her body to move or a coherent thought in her head to speak. At
least, not one that wasn’t purely of the “Take me now!” variety.

“Good to see you again, Annabelle,” Eric said with a sweet
smile, not giving away their secret.

“Nice to meet you,” Max added.

She smiled at them, her pulse racing, her stomach flipping.

Finn said, “We’re still attaching our bumblebee’s wings, so
we’ll bring him in and rig him up to the harness in about ten minutes or so.”

Precisely the amount of time Jessica had said he’d give them
in order to work out their “placement”.

“You three get comfy and I’ll be back.” He winked at
Annabelle before turning on his booted heels and leaving, closing the stage
door behind him.

The loud music coming from the club would make lengthy
conversation difficult. With small talk out of the question, she took a step
closer to the men. The stage was dimly lit with a soft, golden glow. The rich
mahogany walls and the velvet drapes added an elegant flair to their private
room. Almost making Annabelle forget they were about to be on public display.

“So,” she said, in hopes of breaking the ice. “Did you all
draw straws for positions?”

Her cheeks flushed at her question, but thank God they
couldn’t see any pink patches on her skin, because her face was painted.

Eric chuckled. “Something like that.”

“Actually,” Max said, “we determined I was the smaller of
the three and we thought I’d be the better choice as your…backdoor leaf.”

She seriously could have died of embarrassment. But she
stayed the course. Her gaze dropped to his thick shaft, full and erect, before
she said, “If that’s considered the smallest in the group…”

Oh my
. She was in for quite the triple treat!

Yet even as that thought teased her brain, she couldn’t help
but feel a little anxious over having that mammoth cock in such a tight place.
Either one of them, actually.

As though sensing her hesitation, Eric took her hand and
said, “Don’t worry. We’ll make it work.”

They were both sheathed with condoms. Lubricated, she
guessed. Though Eric certainly wouldn’t need the extra moisture in her pussy.
She was already dripping wet. Could feel the warm honey ooze between her lips,
making her want to cross her legs. She didn’t. The aching in her pussy
intensified when his head dipped and he kissed her on the lips. Carefully,
because of her paint, and yet… Not so much. As his tongue delved deep and
tangled with hers, Annabelle completely lost herself in the moment. She kissed
him back. Hungrily. Greedily.

He gripped her hips and pulled her against his hard body,
the way he had last night. Possessively. The paint on her body was dry, so she
didn’t worry about ruining it. Neither did he, obviously. As she returned his
impassioned kiss, she felt Max behind her, his hands moving up her sides and
then sliding between her and Eric so he could cup her breasts. He squeezed them
roughly, making her moan in Eric’s mouth. Max pinched her nipples, rolling them
between his fingers and thumbs. Tugging on them until they ached in that really
good way. In that please-suck-on-them way.

One of Eric’s hands remained on her hip, holding her to him,
while the other eased between the fronts of their bodies. The pads of his
fingers glided over her pussy lips, rubbing the slick skin forward and back,
stroking her with a strong, yet sensual rhythm. When he targeted her clit,
caressing it in a circular motion at first before he picked up the pace and
fingered her with quick movements, she felt as though the room had started to
spin.

Max continued to toy with one hard nipple as his other hand
left her breast and cupped her ass cheek. He gave it a gentle smack, making her
jump a little. Then his fingers dipped between the cleft of her ass and he
stroked up and down until she was practically melting between the two men.

When Max’s hand swept down and forward and two fingers
plunged into her wet cunt, Annabelle ripped her mouth from Eric’s and let out a
small cry. All the while, his fingers continued to rub her clit as Max’s fingers
pumped in and out of her cunt and his other fingers pinched and rolled her
nipple.

Annabelle had never been so turned-on. Liquid fire flowed
through her veins and a bright blaze flashed in her belly, spreading downward
to her cunt, which Max continued to pleasure. The first ripple of excitement
danced through her and she let it build.

“You’ve got a tight pussy,” Max whispered in her ear. “Do
you want to feel Eric’s cock inside you?”

“Oh yes,” Annabelle said on a sharp breath of air, knowing
exactly how snug and wonderful the fit was. Her eyelids fluttered open and she
found Eric staring at her, a sexy smile on his face, as though he were
recalling the same thing.

“Is she ready for me?” he asked Max, without taking his gaze
from her.

“Oh yeah. She’s wet and clutching at my fingers. She wants
you to fuck her. Don’t you, Annabelle?”

“God yes.” She wasn’t the least bit ashamed to admit it. Was
just about to come with Max’s fingers inside her, but what she really wanted
was to feel Eric’s hard cock filling her. “Fuck me,” she said as her gaze
remained locked with his. “Fuck me hard.”

Like last night
.

His jaw tightened and he let out a low groan. Max withdrew
his fingers and lifted one of her legs, hooking the back of her knee with his
powerful forearm. Spreading her wide. A heartbeat later, Eric thrust his cock
into her and she cried out, knowing no one could hear her with the pounding
beat of the club’s music.

“Jesus,” Eric said between clenched teeth. “You are so
fucking tight.” He pulled almost all the way out of her, then thrust back in,
pushing the breath right out of Annabelle’s body. “Goddamn, you feel good.”

Her arms wrapped around his neck as he hammered into her,
fucking her hard, the way she’d begged him to. Thank God Max had a firm grip on
her from behind, because the leg she stood on started to shake. As Eric pumped
in and out of her, she felt her climax build.

“Make me come,” she whispered on a harsh breath. “Oh God,
please. Make me come.”

He did. Her orgasm ripped through her body, making her cry
out again. She was still riding the erotic wave when Max’s hand returned to her
ass. Though he continued to hold her leg up for the most optimal access, the
fingers of his other hand went to work on her anus, rubbing the rim with the
juices from her cunt that still coated his fingers.

When the tip of his cock nudged her small opening, Annabelle
experienced a moment of panic. But Eric kissed her again, as though sensing her
hesitation, and continued to fuck her. Keeping her aroused and making her ready
for Max’s erotic invasion.

She unwrapped one arm from Eric’s neck and reached around
her backside, grasping a cheek and pulling on it, spreading herself a little
wider to accommodate Max. He groaned in her ear.

“Annabelle,” he said, “you’re making me hot.”

She broke Eric’s kiss. “I’m ready,” she said. “Fuck me. Both
of you…fuck me.”

Eric’s thick shaft continued to slide in and out of her
body, pushing deep when he thrust into her, making her moan. Then she felt the
pressure in her ass, followed by a pinching, stinging sensation as Max entered
her. Slowly and carefully. Pain didn’t really register in her mind. She was too
turned-on. Too in need of everything she knew they could give her.

She lifted her ass and pressed back against Max, forcing him
a little farther inside. A sharp grunt fell from his lips.

“Careful, Annabelle,” he warned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It feels so good,” she whispered. Even better than she’d
imagined. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she said, “Both of you inside me,
fucking me. My God. It feels so good.”

And Annabelle came again.

Chapter Three

Perhaps, looking back, she’d concede that it’d been greedy
of her to want multiple orgasms before she’d even fulfilled her artistic
commitment to Finn. She really didn’t care. Never before had she experienced
something so blissfully erotic as two cocks inside her body.

Two cocks attached to two extremely hot men, no less!

So when they settled into position, after her orgasms,
Annabelle was sated. Until the bumblebee arrived.

His was the biggest cock of them all.

Annabelle licked her lips in anticipation. This erotic mural
was getting better and better!

Eric and Max had told her Finn had given them each a little
blue pill to keep them hard for the show. They were still stiff inside her
body, since they hadn’t yet given in to their own releases. But they had to
remain perfectly still while Finn positioned them, which made Annabelle crave
them even more, wanting them to move inside her again.

Finn directed the men in front and behind her to grip each
other’s forearms and lean back, away from the “stem” Annabelle’s body created.
Their torsos were arced just so, creating graceful leaves that surrounded the
flower that was Annabelle, who stood on a raised platform between the men so
all three pelvises were as aligned as possible.

Rigging the bumblebee—Jasper, as Finn had introduced him—to
the ceiling took less than a couple of minutes. Apparently being an expert at
wire harnesses, the three professional acrobats had consulted with Finn’s crew
previously and all they’d needed to do was hook Jasper up and reel him toward
the ceiling. Now he dangled so close to Annabelle’s face that she had to do
little more than open her mouth and his cock slid in.

Her bare feet were planted firmly on the stage floor, but
she still swayed a bit, what with all the cocks she had inside her, and the
fact that she was literally counting the seconds in her head until her two
minutes were up. And the curtain hadn’t even been pulled yet!

She hated this part. This anticipation. This stillness. She
wanted movement. She wanted action. She wanted the cock in her pussy and the
one in her ass to thrust in and out again. She wanted to suck hard on the thick
shaft in her mouth. Couldn’t stop herself from doing just that, which elicited a
low hiss from Jasper.

“Jesus, Annabelle,” he groaned as his body bucked, making
him sway on the harness. “You’re going to make me come.”

She would have grinned in triumph if her mouth weren’t full.

“Still, people!” Finn snapped. “Just a few seconds more.” He
was completing his touch-up work. Fixing all the smudges created when Annabelle
and her men had figured out their positions. Though Max’s cock was not that far
in her ass, it still stretched her and made her backside tingle and sizzle.
Eric had had to pull his cock out a little too, per Finn’s direction, so the
piece was “balanced”. She guessed that to mean the same amount of cock could be
seen on either side of her.

“All right,” Finn said, looking quite pleased with himself.
He settled Annabelle’s flower headdress at the right angle and then clasped his
hands together. “That’s fucking hot.” Then he walked out, leaving the four
joined models to their heavy breathing and discomfort at having to stand
perfectly still for two whole minutes.

Not moving an inch.

Annabelle wondered how she’d make it through this torture.

Surprisingly, the first chime came quickly. But not only did
it bring relief that they were halfway through this waiting game, it also
reminded Annabelle that in one more minute, she just might get everything she
wanted!