When Mark pops in on a work visit to Houston, the lovely and curvaceous Treasure not only plans to make his fantasies come true, but ups the ante by adding an equally delicious friend to the mix. Can Mark resist Treasure’s temptation or will two women double his pleasure?
A little truth time kiddies! The original story inspiration came from my best friend in high school/middle school. I’ve lusted after her for years, just her personality. We talked about it one day and I told her I’d write this story for her. I felt her proud embarrassment LOL! But in the deepest, darkest recesses of some sexual minds, fantasies involving threesomes can come to light, and when I put pen to paper, they definitely will scorch you!
When I reworked this story for Decadent, I switched out my best friend for someone very sensual, to go with the integrity of the story. EDGE stories aren’t just about pushing boundaries, they’re about the erotic details that make readers beg for more, wanting, craving, yearning. And the new “inspiration” reminds me of the lovely Oceania, only younger.
Here’s an excerpt:
Mark showered quickly, ignoring his hard-on. He dressed in pajama bottoms and a tank top that showed off arms he’d worked hard in the gym for. Bedtime included a nightcap, a large one designed to knock him out, so he’d sleep without dreaming of her body blanketing his while her pussy milked the life out of him.
One last time he checked the thermostat. Off, damn it. He kicked it on, swearing he’d leave Treasure money for the bill when it came.
He pulled out the chair by the desk against the wall, sat down, and slumped back, head hanging forward. He took a sip of bourbon, let the liquid burn his throat before he took another, longer swig. Straightening, he spotted the now organized stack of papers.
The bedroom door opened. “Mark.” The soft lilting of her voice reignited the spark of arousal.
He set his glass on the desk and waited. “Yes, dear?”
“It’s bedtime. Come to bed.”
She sounded needy. Another man would have missed the subtlety of want in her voice. He didn’t want to ignore her but work beckoned. Yeah, that was the lie he told himself to avoid the nervousness he felt in approaching her. “I have things to do first.”
“Then I’ll come to you.” Her voice dripped with unmistakable, husky lust.
He arched a brow.
A moment later, she appeared wearing a black, see-through teddy that flowed out at the bottom with lace trimming and reached the tops of her thighs. A scrap of lace obscured his view of her sex. Dirty blonde hair fell around her shoulders in loose curls, bouncing with each step she took toward him. Her hands crossed over her chest, she gripped her shoulders and then smoothed fingertips down her arms, over full breasts, and down her rounded stomach, stopping at her hips. Treasure took a tentative step closer, standing mere inches from him. “Well?”
His jaw dropped. He blinked several times to make sure he was seeing right before focusing on her expression.
She frowned. “You think I’m fat. I knew it.”
“No!” He stood and took her hands in his. His stomach tightened from the contact. Blood pumped faster down south, and his mouth went bone dry. “No, that’s not it. It’s just…just…wow, Treasure. I’ve dreamed of this for years.”
“What do you intend to do now?” She tilted her head, and her lips curled into a wicked grin.
His cock throbbed beneath his boxers. Goddamn clothes!
The alcohol fog faded as he focused on her standing before him, looking like an exquisite dessert after an exceptional dinner. He stood, grabbed the back of her head, brought her mouth to his, crushing their lips together. Inhaling deeply, he swept his tongue over her bottom lip, crushing her body to his.
He pressed the length of his cock against her belly and inhaled. She smelled of seduction, peaches, and cream. “I intend to have you, lover.” He devoured her mouth, enjoying her moans while her hands roamed up his back and settled on his shoulders.
She threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled his mouth away from hers. His neck exposed, she bent her head and pressed her lips to his skin, sucking on the flesh above his collarbone.
Mark groaned, bucking his hips against her. Forcing her thighs apart with one leg, he pushed her down against his thigh, feeling her heat against his skin through the flimsy material of their clothes. “Too many barriers,” he commanded, lifted her teddy off, and threw it aside.
“That was my favorite!”
“And it’s pretty on you. But you look better as you are.” He urged his thigh harder against her pussy.
She tightened her grip around his leg and threw her arms around his neck.
Her sweet valley soaked his thigh with her slickness. “You’re wet for me.” He blinked.
“For years,” she whispered into his ear before her tongue slipped around his earlobe.
Her gesture sent shivers racing down his spine. Mark slid his hands down and captured her hips, digging his fingers into her soft flesh. “Sit.” Spinning her around, he tugged her onto his lap.
Straddling him with her ass pressed against his taut stomach, Treasure giggled.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he slid his fingers up her belly slowly, inch by inch.
“You really like the way I look?” Doubt laced her voice.
“You’re beautiful, a full figured woman with—” A knock cut him off.
He turned his head toward the front door. Nothing was going to ruin this perfect moment, dammit! “What the hell?”
A wicked grin crossed Treasure’s puckered lips. “That should be Cristina.”
Treasure slid lazily off him, leaving a trail of wetness down his leg, as if marking him. She strode toward the door. “I told you to stop working so hard earlier, didn’t I?”
“Yes.” He nodded.
“And you said ‘make me,’ didn’t you?”
He nodded again, confused still. His dick throbbed, and his fingers itched to continue playing with her.
“So, I used the one weapon I had guaranteed to make you stop for long enough to relax.”
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