Triple Stud (Erotica menage) by Tawny Taylor
Jan Thompson has finally scored an invitation to a very special Game Night at the home of notorious bachelor Hayden Ross. She’s swapped her buttoned-up secretarial style for fetish wear, and her plain-Jane name for a saucy new identity, and is ready for a night of hot bone-melting sex with not one, not two, but three men.
Tonight’s game is Triple Stud.
But sweet, shy little Jan has no idea what kind of game she’s in for. These guys play dirty...
LENGTH: 7700 words, novella
BONUS CONTENT: Please enjoy a free excerpt of Tawny's erotic novel, DARKEST FIRE.
WARNING:18+ ONLY This short EROTIC novella contains erotic situations, graphic language, gang bang, oral sex, double penetration, anal sex, and the foursome of one girl's secret fantasies.
Hayden tipped his head and leaned in, slanting his mouth over hers. His kiss was soft, teasing, a fleeting caress followed by a tickling brush. Even though it wasn’t a hard possession, it took her breath away and made her head spin.
She thrust her arms out and grabbed Sergio’s and Troy’s knees to steady herself. Her blood was warming with each touch of Hayden’s mouth to hers. Heat pulsed through her body in waves. And erotic images of herself, lying on the bed nude, Hayden, Troy, and Sergio surrounding her, played through her head.
This was going to happen. Oh God.
A buzz of energy charged from her center out to the tips of her fingers and soles of her feet. She hooked her fingers, digging the tips into the rock hard thickness of Sergio’s and Troy’s thighs. A pleasant, tingly warmth was gathering between her legs, and, needing to rub the intensifying heat away, she rocked her hips forward and pressed her legs together.
The hem of her dress slid up her thighs, higher, higher. Male hands explored her neck, shoulders, arms. Tickling touches everywhere made her skin pull into puckered gooseflesh, and she slowly let her head fall back, eyes closed, surrendering to the pleasure blossoming through her body.
Soft kisses trailed down the side of her face, along her jaw, down her neck. A tongue dipped into her ear, and her shoulder tightened. A giggle slipped up her throat.
Her mind was blank, except for the word, Ohmygod, echoing over and over in her head. Sensation drowned out thought, washing over her in increasingly intense waves.
Troy covered her hand with his, gently forcing it up his sculpted thigh, over to the right until it settled over the prominent bulge pressing at his fly. Instantly, a bolt of heat charged through her, exploding like fireworks between her legs.
Fingers crept up the inside of her thighs and she inched her knees apart. Every throbbing cell in her body ached for those teasing touches to move up, to find her swollen tissues, to dip into her slick heat.
Yes, oh yes.
“What are you looking for, sweet little Jecelyn?” Sergio whispered in her ear, his tone gritty with lust and yet playful and taunting at the same time. “Are you looking for something slow and soft? Gentle and tender? Or are you looking for a fuck? Three men who will possess you, ride you hard, and make you come over and over, even if you don’t want to?”