Under the Covers
Covert Lovers 1

Mia drew in a deep breath and held it. This couldn't be more awkward. Not only did she have the proverbial tall, dark, and definitely handsome agent following her around, she now had a good looking man with playful blond hair and gorgeous blue eyes vying for her attention. Wayde's features looked like they could have been chiseled from granite they were so hard. Just like the rest of his body.

Glancing over at the other one—she didn't even know his name—she noted his features were more jovial, his eyes smiling even when he wasn't. Sitting between them, she felt the radiant heat encompass her. A deep pulsing energy mounted around her womb, pushing its force down the walls of her pussy and justifying as a tingle on her lips. Why would simply sitting between them have her stimulated this much? Her clit was on fire, aching as it yearned for attention. Wayde's intense gaze burned into her, warming her further.

He hadn't left her side since entering the suite and she didn't really know what to think of that. Flattered? Annoyed? Grateful? All of the above?

"My name is James Pearce," the man said while reaching over and grabbing some grapes. Popping one in his mouth, he chewed and swallowed. "I'm thirty-five, a Scorpio, and I hate my feet."

"Your feet?" Mia hadn't heard of a man hating his feet before.

He nodded and pulled his foot out from under the table to show her. "They're too big. See?"

"They look normal to me," she lied. Dear God! They were huge. She hoped the old saying of a man's feet equating to the size of his penis didn't hold true here. He'd split her in two. Her heart spasmed at the thought. She jumped her gaze down to his groin and then quickly blinked her attention to the floor.

"I suppose you like long walks on the beach?" Wayde chimed in, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

James laughed and Mia watched as Wayde tensed. "No. I actually hate the beach. That sand gets into everything. I'm not a big fan of the water, either."

"Yet you live in Seattle," Wayde stated evenly. "The floating bridge capital of the world."

"I know, right? I should be firmly planted in the hills of Montana or something. But Seattle is one of my many homes, and I love it here."

"You love the rain and gray clouds three hundred days of the year?" Wayde leaned over and grabbed a handful of cheeses. After taking a bite, he sat back and chewed slowly, his careful gaze resting on the other man.

Mia watched the two men as they made small talk, not ever saying anything of any importance. But, then again, if they did say anything worth her listening in, she didn't hear them. No, her mind clouded with images of her in bed with the sexy agent, having him touch her and bring her to climax as he rooted his cock deep inside her. Instead of being scared, or even nervous, her body responded to the thought by dampening her core, tingling her pussy lips as they softened and expanded to welcome him in.

"So you agree?" James asked. Mia blinked back the mental picture of Wayde's body over hers, both writhing and slamming into each other in the throes of passion.

"What?" The heat of her embarrassment seized her, leaving her momentarily speechless. She bounced her gaze to his groin again. The unmistakable bulge of his cock twitched. Her cunt clenched in response and she sucked in a breath as she quickly pulled her gaze back up to him. His eyes danced mirthfully. Heat engulfed her face at being caught.

"What were you thinking just now?" James smiled at her and her breath hitched. That twinkle in his eye convinced her he already knew.

"Uh—nothing. I agree." Nodding to seal her answer, she pasted a smile on her face, all the while wondering what in the hell she'd just agreed to.

"You do?" Wayde's tone had her heart dancing in her chest. He obviously didn't think she'd agree to whatever she'd agreed to. Shrugging to hide her confusion, her fake smile melted when he stood and reached his hand down to her. "Then let's do it."

"Do it?" A flicker of apprehension coursed through her when she realized exactly what she'd agreed to. "You mean do it do it?"

Wayde's smile turned her to putty in the chair. "You are always so articulate."

ADULT EXCERPT

"Are you ready to relax now?" James held her tightly against him, his enormous cock harder than she'd ever remembered feeling it. She wanted it inside her, filling her completely.

She nodded, not trusting her voice.

Wayde directed the warm spray on her cunt. It massaged against her lips and felt amazing. She sighed and leaned back against James. "Hand me the soap, Pearce. It's time to lather her up."

Oh yes. Wayde ran the soap over her tummy, caressed her breasts and nipples with the slippery little bar. Once he had her front completely covered in soap, he rubbed the bar between her legs, lathering up her already slippery lips. His fingers dipped between her lips and mixed the soap with her own juices.

James had another bar and slid it up and down her lower back. He ran his fingers between her cheeks, thoroughly slicking her up for whatever he had planned.

The way Wayde kept flicking her clit with his thumb had her knees wobbling. She kept losing her footing and slipping down. Because both her and James were covered in slippery soap, he couldn't keep her still.

"Hold her up," Wayde ordered.

"I'm trying. She's so slick."

Wayde stabbed a finger deep inside her and she cried out. "Oh yeah. She is very slick. Here." He handed James the showerhead and turned Mia so her back was to him. "I'll hold her up."

Before Mia blinked her eyes open, Wayde picked her up and thrust his rigid cock deep inside her quivering pussy. She cried out from the shock and pleasure of his deep invasion. "Oh Wayde!"

"Use the showerhead," he told James. "Make her come. That's what she needs."

The spray hit her lips and she sucked in a breath. "Spread your lips for me, Mia." She was helpless to do anything but obey and reached down, spreading her lips wide open for him. The spray massaged directly on her clit and she threw her head back.

Wayde still hadn't moved. He kept her in place with his hard cock skewering her, but didn't pump, glide, slide. Anything. And she wanted him to. She desperately needed him to fuck her hard and fast.

"Move inside me," she pleaded.

"I will."

"What are you waiting for?"

"I want to feel you come. You get so fucking tight, baby. And, dear God, I'm so close as it is."

He had to go and say something like that. The water beat down on her clit, vibrating her, tightening her nub of nerves. The drive for her to meet her release had her rocking against the stream, moving Wayde in and out of her.

It started deep inside her womb, making everything fade as her focus justifyed on the feeling growing inside her. Pleasure, ardent and dark as midnight, consumed her as she raced toward her release.

"Fuck, Mia!" Wayde jerked and pumped into her, exploding inside her like a fountain. "Jesus God. I feel you squeezing me... I feel every inch of your pussy around me, baby."

Her vagina spasmed as her climax built, tightening within her. She needed it to break, to release her from this sweet, erotic torture. Wayde pulled out and turned her around so she now faced him, her back to James. She cried out in protest. She was so close.

The smooth, huge tip of James' cock pressed against her opening, gliding inside and filling her with his engorged flesh. Wayde directed the spray on her clit, opening her lips with his hand. Good thing, too. She had to hold onto the walls as James thrust into her, hard, slamming so deep inside her she screamed from the intensity of it. He hit nerves she didn't even know she had.

He drove hard, unrelenting, and the sensation sent Mia into a fit of convulsions as her orgasm crashed down on her, setting her on fire, burning her where she stood. Her soul escaped her body and she clawed at the walls to grab onto something. Finding nothing, she fell forward into Wayde's arms and dug her nails into his chest.

The orgasm continued to rip through her as James plunged hard, driving him toward his own climax. She wanted to cry but no sound emerged. Instead she bit down on her lower lip and tasted blood. Grabbing Wayde's shoulders, she held on tight as James buried his enormous cock deep inside her. The pain felt so good, it confused her, scared her. He slammed into her cunt with one final thrust and hollered in his own release.

She held onto Wayde for dear life. Her soul still hadn't returned to her body and after the way James just fucked her, she didn't think she'd be able to walk. Panting, unable to focus, she stood there and waited for the rotation of the earth to start once again.

"I—" James's voice was thick. He withdrew and brought his hand up to her shoulder. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Hell yes, he hurt her. But it was a good hurt, a hurt that had the walls of her pussy quivering in the aftermath. "I'll be fine."

Wayde's arms came up and enveloped her, pulling her closer. She really did feel like crying, but it had nothing to do with the pain from James pumping his cock so deeply inside her, or from their fight earlier. Emotions crushed her chest, deep seeded emotions that had her so confused she wanted to scream.

She was in love. Not just in love. She was in love with two men.