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Then she moved her head forward and took him deep into her mouth. One hand continued to grasp the base while the other reached for the heavy sac with his balls in it. She raked her fingernails over the outer skin then rolled it with her fingers. She heard Mark suck in a breath, and his hands grasped her head.

“Oh, no,” she told him, lifting her head. She grasped his hands and moved them away.

“If I can’t hold on, neither can you.”

Mark groaned. “Then stop, because I’m too close.” He lifted her until she was positioned directly over his cock then slowly lowered her in place.

GAME ON

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Lisa was slick with the oil and her own juices, and her clit pulsated with passionate need. She wanted to scream at him to hurry, that she didn’t want slow, but despite his words, he seemed determined to take as much time as possible.

“Hurry,” she encouraged him and tried to thrust herself downward.

“No,” he said through gritted teeth. “No matter how close I am, I’m going to make this last more than six seconds.” His hands were firm on her waist as he pressed her down, down, down, until she was finally completely impaled.

“Aaaah.” The sound rolled from her as she threw back her head, enjoying the feel of his thick cock filling her cunt, the head pressing against the mouth of her womb. Her tissues swollen yet softened, gripped him tightly as she readied herself for the ride.

Warm hands on her shoulders urged her to lean forward.

“Give me some room here, sugar,” Jake said in a voice thick with lust. “It’s going to be a tight fit as it is.”

Lisa placed her hands on Mark’s shoulders and leaned her body towards him.

“I oiled your ass pretty good,” Jake went on as he moved in behind her. “I made sure to lube my dick, too. I want this to be a pleasure for you, sugar, not a bad experience.” Obediently, she leant forward even more, positioning her breasts just over Mark’s face.

His magic tongue flicked out and lashed at first one nipple then the other, sending shivers down her spine. Taking a brief moment to look around, she saw that everyone had moved into position to get the best view. Faces were filled with avid expressions, and many people were masturbating or stimulating one or two partners, an almost idle action as they sought to capture some of the feeling flooding her.

The head of Jake’s cock pressed against her anus, and she pulled in a deep breath, but with all the oil and lubrication, and as softened as her tissues now were, he was completely inside her in one push.

“Ohmigod,” she screamed, as pleasure rushed through her.

And then it began, a coordinated rhythm, one moving forward as the other retreated.

In, out, back, forth. She was speared on two thick, hard, long, pulsating shafts, only a thin membrane separating them.

Lisa closed her eyes. Mark still sucked on her nipples, his hands cupping her breasts.

Jake’s hands gripped her buttocks, slipping a little on the oily surface of her skin. She knew GAME ON

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the lips of her pussy were reddened, puffy and swollen, yet that gave her a greater ability to grip Mark’s cock. She tried to squeeze the muscles of her rectum around Jake at the same time, but he filled her so tightly it was almost impossible. As they moved and thrust more and more, the feeling that they had become one enormous cock penetrating both holes overtook her.

She was so close, everything in her body screaming for relief. Finally, she felt both men tense, their bodies tighten, and as they exploded inside her, she gave in to the orgasm waiting to overtake her. Everything around her disappeared except for the two men fucking her and the climax shaking all three of them. It seemed to go on and on, cocks throbbing inside her, her own muscles clenching over and over, Mark’s teeth latching onto one nipple, Jake’s clamping onto the sensitive spot where her neck and shoulder met.

And then it was over. With a gasp, she fell forward, dragging air into her lungs as her heart hammered against her ribs. Or was that Mark’s heat she could feel? Jake was leaning against her back, and she could feel
his
heart pounding against her. Their bodies were as slick with sweat as hers, and they all stuck together in the heat of the day. She was grateful when Mark’s curtain of rain swept over them lightly, cooling them off before retreating.

“That was the best,” Mark said in a voice filled with satisfaction.

“I second that,” Jake said.

“Me, too,” she managed to say.

When heart rates and breathing had returned to normal for all three of them, Jake withdrew first then helped Lisa to lift herself from Mark’s body. He swept her into his arms as all three of them made for the hoses. There was no fun-filled play this time, just the blessed relief of the cool streams of water washing over them and cleansing them. Mark had snagged towels along the way, and he and Jake dried her off before attending to themselves.

When Mark turned her to face him, she saw his eyes were once again the familiar electric blue.

“Did you enjoy yourself today?”

She didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes. Yes, I did.”

“We worked you pretty hard,” Jake put in.

She turned her head and smiled at him. “You didn’t scare me away.” GAME ON

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“Good,” Mark said. “Let’s go back, then. It’s time to close up the picnic for the day. And you’ll want to say goodbye to the others.”

As they walked back to the clearing, Jake took her arm and pulled her next to him.

“Remember, sugar. No matter how free we all are at the games or in the private room, Mark and I have staked a claim on you.”

“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow.

“You bet. So if anyone tries to contact you on his or her own, you’d better let us know.”

“Exactly how do I do that?” she asked. “I don’t have a number for either of you.”

“You can always leave it at the bar,” Mark chuckled, overhearing the conversation.

“Which one?” Lisa wanted to know.

“Either one,” they chorused.

And then they were back at the picnic site.

The area was filled with activity. Everyone was still naked, but they went about their business as if fully clothed. Coolers were dragged out from the trees and packed up. All the toys and equipment were replaced in the two trunks before four very muscular men lifted them and carried them to a huge black pickup at the edge of the grass.

“Do you do this a lot?” she asked Mark.

“When the weather is right,” he grinned. “And you know it has to be
just
right. Neither Jake nor I participate unless both of us can.”

“So how do you let everyone know?”

“We have a system,” Jake told her. “Don’t worry. We’ll be sure to fetch you to the next one. I think everyone was impressed with your performance today.” Lisa felt a heated flush creep over her face as she recalled the day’s activities.

“Thank you. I think.”

“Oh, it’s definitely a compliment,” Mark told her, taking her hand. “Come on. Your driver is waiting, and we need to say your goodbyes.” Everyone was very gracious, including those whose names she still didn’t know.

Patty held her hand in a warm grip, then said, “Oh, I just can’t resist.” She stunned Lisa by dropping to her knees on the grass, parting Lisa’s labia and placing a wet, intimate kiss on her cunt. Then she stood up and winked.

“I just had to have one last taste.” She winked. “See you next time.” GAME ON

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“I didn’t…she just…I don’t…” Lisa stammered.

Jake tilted up her face and gave her a predatory kiss. “I know exactly how she feels,” he said when he lifted his head.

“Come on,” Mark urged. “We need to get you to the car.” The same driver waited with the rear passenger door open and the same silk scarf in his hand.

“Why do I have to wear the blindfold?” she asked the two brothers. “Either one of you can answer me.”

They both grinned.

“It’s the rules,” Mark said. He took the scarf and tied it over her eyes. Then he kissed her, his tongue sweeping through her mouth. “We’ll see you soon,” he promised.

“But how will I know?” she protested. “How will I find you?”

“You’ll know,” Jake answered, urging her into the car.

Then the vehicle was turned around and they headed back along the gravel road. She could feel the difference when they hit the highway, and she put her head back and closed her eyes. She needed a long soak in a hot bubble bath if she ever wanted her body to be the same again.

The ringing of a bell woke her, startling her. Was there a bell in the car? Then she realised not only wasn’t she in the car, she was on the couch in her own living room. Her wine glass sat on the coffee table where she’d put it when she leant back to rest a moment. A glance at the clock told her it was after five o’clock.

What the hell? What had happened? Had she dreamed the entire thing? All that delicious sex. Had it just been a figment of her imagination?

No. Impossible. Her body was too delightfully sore in all the right places. Then what was going on?

At that moment, the doorbell rang. Grabbing a sweater coat from the hall closest, she pulled it on over her naked body and opened the door. The funny old driver stood there, his face devoid of expression.

“Did you just bring me home?” she demanded.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” he said in a carefully expressionless voice.

“I mean, did you take me somewhere today and just deliver me back here?” GAME ON

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“I have no idea what you’re talking about, I’m sure. I have a small package to deliver to you.”

He handed her a small pink tote bag.

Lisa opened it and lifted out a bottle of something labelled ‘Sexually Soothing Oil’. She unscrewed the top and sniffed. Gardenia. Her favourite. But then…

“There’s also a message inside,” the man told her.

She reached in and pulled out a folded slip of paper, recognising Mark’s bold stroke.

I thought you might find the oil both useful and enjoyable. It’s going to rain Tuesday night.

Bring the oil with you.

She watched the driver nod his head at her, retreat to the car and pull smoothly away from the kerb.

Fantasies. She was having fantasies. That had to be the answer. Even the night she and Mark met at
Interlude,
the place hadn’t even been there the next day. Was she losing her mind?

Well, if she was, she wasn’t going to chase it. She hurried into her bedroom, found her day planner and flipped it open to Tuesday. Picking up a red pen, she circled the date in the upper corner then headed to draw her bath.

If she was dreaming, she definitely didn’t want to wake up.

About the Author

I always wanted adventure and change in my life, and I certainly got it. I grew up in Maine, a beautiful place to live, then lived in the Midwest and Florida. Now I make my home in the Hill Country of Texas, truly God's chosen place on earth. My husband, David, is a sixth generation Texan, tracing his roots here back to the time when Texas was a Republic, so retiring here was a dream we finally fulfilled.

I've had a lot of firsts in my life – first female sports report on The Michigan Daily at the University of Michigan; first woman to own a rock and roll agency in Detroit, the home of Motown; first woman president of the Pasco (Florida) Economic Development Council.

I graduated from the University of Michigan with a double major in English and History, and a minor in Economics, and went on to have at least four careers. When my children were small, I satisfied my need for writing by working for weekly newspapers. I had a wild and wacky time managing rock and roll bands. I joined the insanity of retail with a string of shoe stores. I worked in fundraising, public affairs and community relations. But writing fiction was always my dream. I had a lot of stops and starts, but it wasn't until we retired that I could devote myself to it full time.

My wonderful husband, David, encourages me and supports me in my dream. Our children are all grown and on their own, and are my biggest fans.

When I'm not writing I'm an avid reader – anything and everything – and watching football, especially my beloved Michigan Wolverines. David and I golf and target shoot, and of course enjoy life in the gorgeous Texas Hill Country, where most of my stories are based.

I am a member of Romance Writers of America, and San Antonio Romance Authors, Diamond State Romance Authors, and Passionate Ink chapter of RWA.

Email: [email protected]

Desiree loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at
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Also by Desiree Holt

Crude Oil

Brit Party Anthology—Fourplay

Beg Me

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Summer Spice

Down and Dirty

The Edge of Morning

Night of the Senses Anthology—Carnal Caresses

Caught in the Middle—Swingtime

Interlude

Dark Stranger

Intermission

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