He pushed a lubed dildo into her pussy as he fucked her ass. She rocked with him against the double penetration.
“Please,” she whimpered. “I want you both.”
“Are you sure you can take us both?” Lindsay asked.
She nodded. The toy Damian used was smaller than Lindsay, but she was sure she could take them both.
Damian removed the toy and pulled out of her then guided her to straddle Lindsay. When Lindsay was fully inside her, he pulled her down with him so her ass was angled up for Damian to take her. She heard the lube squirt out of the bottle, then Damian slid easily back inside her ass.
The two of them slowly fucking her, along with the arousal cream, had her digging her fingernails hard into Lindsay's shoulders.
“Just hold on. Let us handle this,” Lindsay said.
She stopped trying to fuck anyone and let them both fuck her between them. She and Lindsay came first, together. She collapsed on top of him as he slowly softened inside her. Then Damian took over, driving into her ass until he reached his own peak.
Afterward, the three of them collapsed together into a tangle of limbs.
Their cocks slid out of her, the toys and lube were jettisoned to the floor, and then the two men held her in bed between them.
“Rest, kitten,” Lindsay murmured against her hair, kissing the top of her head.
That night she dreamed a new dream, and the new story of the three of them began.
I hope you enjoyed TWISTED FATES! If you're curious about the kinky artist that showed up in Twisted Fates, check out his and Saskia's book: THE CON ARTIST
TEASER SCENE from THE CON ARTIST:
Saskia had mourned him as if he'd been a dear friend-even though she'd spoken all of four sentences to the man when she'd met him the one time. Sentences she wasn't even sure had been coherent.
But she'd admired him so much. He'd inspired her. He'd painted the most haunting nudes she'd ever seen, some of them in far-too-compromising-even kinky-poses. But that wasn't why people were drawn to the work.
It was the eyes.
Each woman he'd painted in his too-brief lifetime had a look about her as if Quill had taken and broken her apart, carved away all the pieces of her soul that didn't appeal to him, and made her into something new that lit up the canvas like sunrise. Saskia was sure he'd slept with all of them-perhaps just before painting them. She'd spent nights fantasizing about being one of his subjects with all the dark eroticism she imagined such a position might entail.
Sometimes collectors were so captivated by the eyes of Quill's women, they forgot to look at anything else, no matter how lurid the pose.
Saskia ducked into a bathroom at the end of the hallway and leaned against the counter. She'd convinced Lachlan that not only was she an excellent art forger, but a competent art thief as well. She'd regaled him with a few bullshit stories about a couple of low profile art heists that had never been solved, and he'd bought the story. Tonight was all about planting a seed so that when the real Quill nude hung in Lachlan's home, all of his friends would think it was merely a clever forgery.
Or at least that's how he thought it would play. Saskia could never steal the work of an artist she admired for a foul creature like Lachlan, but he couldn't know he was her real mark.
She reapplied her lipstick and straightened the straps of the black dress. A strand of long dark hair had escaped her updo. She carefully pinned it back into place.
"You look lovely as you are."
She spun, working to wipe any trace of startled guilt from her face. "Lachlan, get out of here! This is the ladies room." As if that needed stating.
He must have followed directly behind her. He'd been quiet as a panther stalking prey.
He looked ridiculous in such a rigid black tuxedo, standing in the midst of pale pink lace and cushions. His hand trailed down her cheek. "Saskia..." It was more a breath, a sigh, than speech.
She batted his hand away. "No, Lachlan. I told you, business only. If you're smart, you'll reserve your fucking for women who don't have other skills you need."
He wasn't used to hearing the word 'no', or at least he wasn't used to it being anything more than a prelude to 'yes'. All part of a coy tease-a game a man like Lachlan was obligated to play to get to the warm, wet, excited prize.
He moved closer. "I understand. A woman doesn't want to feel like a slut, so she pretends she never does this. She says no a few times and pushes you away. You slip your fingers underneath her panties, and you find the lie. And then it changes to yes. This isn't a new game for me."
Lachlan pressed her against the wall, his hand skimming down the side of her dress as if looking for an entrance to prove his point.
Saskia put her hands on his shoulders and tried to shove him, but he wouldn't budge. He was a solid block of muscle. He may as well have been a solid block of stone. "I said, No!"
He shrugged and stepped away from her. "As you wish. We can leave if you're ready to go. We've done what we needed to do."
Saskia straightened her dress again in an attempt to hide her shaking and just how threatening she found him. "You didn't bid on the silent auction?" she asked, trying to shift the topic to something safe.
"You know I don't like abstract art."
It was his sole redeeming quality.
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Acknowledgments
Thank you to the following people:
Robin Ludwig @ gobookcoverdesign.com for the always amazing cover art!
Thank you to Michelle and Karen for their very helpful comments as betas.
And thank you to M for digital formatting!