Dirty Promises

He grinned at me. It was beautiful. It was terrifying.

“Well, if you’ve never fancied Este, I know he sure as hell has fancied you.” He looked to Esteban briefly. “Isn’t that right, you little shit?”

Esteban, stark naked, just shrugged.

The bastard just shrugged.

“Of course,” Esteban said, so carefree that it grated on me. “Who wouldn’t want Luisa? I mean, look at her.”

Javier nodded, seemingly satisfied. “See, Luisa, he wants you. And if you say you don’t want him, well I guess you’ll just have to pretend. Now, take off your clothes before I make Este do it for you.”

I kept staring at Javier.

“Why are you doing this?” I whispered.

He yanked my head forward and put his lips to my ear.

“Because,” he said softly, drawing out the word before biting my earlobe.

A shiver rocked through me.

He pulled back and released my hair. His fingers curled around the hem of my dress and started tugging it up my legs. I understood that this was for my own humiliation now. He was looking for guilt. He was searching for truth.

I had to pretend, just as Esteban was, that this was okay.

My life depended on it.

I took in a deep breath, managed a small smile that gave Javier a bit of pause, then I raised my arms over my head to help him. Javier pulled the dress off, and then I was just sitting on the edge of the bed in my bra and underwear. The set was black and lacy, and the minute I felt the eyes of both men on me, taking me in like a feast, I couldn’t say I wasn’t turned on. Maybe I wouldn’t have to pretend in the end.

Maybe I could get out of this alive.

“Stand on the bed,” Javier commanded. “Then take the rest off. Slowly.”

I took in a deep breath then stood up, going to the middle of the bed in a few shaky steps. I faced them while I slowly unhooked my bra, my breasts bouncing free. The air felt cool against my nipples, but they were already hard. The more they stared at me — my husband and my lover — the more turned on I became. I knew that Javier wanted all the control, but the more I owned it, the more that control belonged to me.

I eased my panties down my legs and stepped out of them. Now I was completely nude and on display. I kept my eyes on Javier, not wanting to look at Esteban, too afraid to give anything away.

“Get on your knees,” Javier said. “Come to the edge of the bed.” He jerked his head at Esteban. “Get him off.”

I swallowed hard and tried to play it cool. Esteban certainly was. He was grinning like a fool as he came to the edge of the bed, his cock already hard and upright.

I didn’t move, not yet. “And what will you do?”

Javier, still in his clothes, said, “Watch.” He paused and gave me a tight smile. “For now.” He moved over to the dresser, the guns still on top, and leaned against it casually, folding his arms. “No more stalling, my queen. Do it.”

And so I did. I dropped to my knees and crawled to the end of the bed. With one shaking hand, I wrapped it around Esteban’s hard length and prepared to put it in my mouth.

“Make sure you watch him,” said Javier.

I was hoping I wouldn’t have to look at Esteban at all. I took his cock in and met his eyes. I was hoping I could go out of focus and not really look at him, at the smug intensity, but Javier barked, “Act like you’re enjoying it!”

I tried. But Javier wasn’t buying it, I could tell. He let out an aggrieved sigh.

Suddenly he was climbing on the bed behind me, his hands grabbing my ass and squeezing it, kneading it. I began to melt into the motion and I started sucking Esteban with more passion. I was starting to become insatiable.

Javier spread my cheeks apart and I briefly tensed as I felt his tongue slowly, laboriously, licking around the pucker before trailing down my crack.

“You’re wet as sin,” Javier murmured into me, and the vibration of his low voice alone made my head spin. He rubbed his fingers along my slick folds, teasing my opening, my body begging for his penetration. “Maybe you like this after all.”

He pushed two fingers, three fingers, four inside me, deep as he could go, while his mouth and tongue ravished me over and over again. I gasped, losing my concentration on Esteban, his shiny, hard cock bobbing in front of me. Javier then pressed his thumb into my ass, past the joint and I lost all control of my body.

The orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave. I cried out as every part of me quaked and shuddered. Javier barely slowed down, forcing me to come again quickly.

The bliss was nearly unbearable. It took all that I had to keep tending to Esteban, who was now holding my head and pulling me back to him, forcing his cock into my mouth again.

Javier brought his face and hands away and then I heard his fly unzip. Next thing I knew he was rubbing wet fingers around me before his cock slowly eased into my ass and I expanded around his hard width.

Karina Halle's books