Backstage Pass
Page 80“Oh, I want to join you. I’m more than wil ing to f**k your brains out. I just don’t want something as meaningless as hot, dirty sex to damage my friendship with Brian.”
Brian chuckled. “Told you he was perfect for this kind of thing.”
Funny how Trey was the one most concerned about the possible repercussions of their encounter. Myrna would just have to convince him that she wanted this, and Brian wanted this, so it was okay for him to want it, too. She wriggled out from under Brian and tackled Trey to the mattress on his back. She was surprised to find he was wearing his jeans under the covers. He real y was reluctant.
She slid her hands up his chest. The glint of metal caught her eye. She lowered her head and sucked his silver nipple ring into her mouth. A sound of tormented protest escaped the back of his throat.
“Myr, what are you doing?” Trey whispered.
She sucked harder, her tongue flicking the ring in her mouth. He drew a breath through his teeth and covered his eyes with his hands. “Please, don’t.”
The back of her hand scraped against his bel y as she reached for his belt buckle. He shuddered and squirmed sideways out of her grasp. He pointed at her for emphasis. “No, Myrna. You don’t want to do this.”
“Oh, but I do.” After unfastening his belt buckle, she unbuttoned his fly and jerked his pants down his thighs. His c**k stood at rigid attention. “And apparently, so do you.”
Trey looked over at Brian, who was lounging on his side with his head propped up on his hand watching them.
“Dude, I can’t help it,” Trey said. “It has a mind of its own.”
“Hey, it’s completely understandable,” Brian said calmly. He wrapped his free hand around his own stiff cock. “I’m hard as a rock just watching her molest you.”
She slid down Trey’s body until the visual evidence of his excitement was at eye level. His shaft was uncommonly long, but lean. She wasn’t sure if she could swal ow him, but she was wil ing to try.
“W-wait, Myrna,” Trey gasped.
She took him into her mouth, deep into the back of her throat. She swal owed. Trey groaned. She sucked him gently, paying attention to his reactions to determine how he liked to be pleasured. Brian placed a hand on her forehead and eased her back off Trey’s c**k until he fel free of her mouth. Trey sucked a breath through his teeth. She looked up at Brian, feeling uncertain of her actions. “Should I not have done that?”
“That’s not it. I want some attention, too.”
Her gaze shifted to The Beast and she smiled. “I didn’t mean to ignore you, big guy.” She shifted on the bed and took Brian’s thick c**k into her mouth. She held the base of his shaft while she sucked him with the rapid technique she knew he liked best. She soon had him gasping in excitement.
She heard the sound of Trey’s belt buckle being fastened behind her. He unwrapped a cherry sucker and slurped it into his mouth. The mattress sagged as he moved to leave. Brian grabbed his arm.
“My woman wants you to f**k her, Trey. Are you going to give her what she wants, or not?” He sank his fingers into her hair, panting in pleasure as she continued to work the head of his c**k with her lips and tongue. “I mean look at her. Maybe you can say no to her, but I can’t. I can’t deny her anything.”
“You’re seriously asking me to bang Myrna?” Trey asked.
Out of the corner of her eye, Myrna caught sight of him clutching his crotch.
“No, not bang her. We’re going to make love to her. Together.”
“No, I’m not stoned.” He leaned close to Trey and whispered something into his ear. Trey leaned back and stared at Brian for a long moment. He shrugged. “Wel , if you’re sure.” He unfastened his belt buckle again and stripped himself naked.
Caught in a moment of indecision, Myrna’s heart thudded with apprehension. Could she real y go through with this? She released Brian’s c**k and he gasped brokenly. Rising to her knees, she knelt before Trey and stared into his seductive green eyes. The man was sexy, no doubt about it. He removed his sucker from his mouth and rubbed it over her nipple. He then lowered his head to remove the sticky residue with his tongue. Myrna’s hands went to his silky hair, simultaneously trying to push him away and hold him to her throbbing breast. Brian spooned up against her back, his hands sliding down her bel y and hips, his hard c**k pressed firmly into the crack of her ass.
Something harder than a tongue flicked against her nipple. Myrna gasped in surprise. She’d forgotten Trey had his tongue pierced. And God, it felt good.
She relaxed against Brian’s body, concentrating on the feel of Trey’s eager tongue flicking over her nipple. “Do you have magic fingers like Master Sinclair, Trey?” she asked in a low voice.
Trey glanced up at her with sultry green eyes, part of his right eye obscured by his long bangs. He grinned crookedly. “Would you like to find out?”
“Brian can make me come in under ten seconds. Let’s see what you can do.”
“Ten seconds, huh?” Trey said. “With just his fingers?”
“You don’t believe her?” Brian asked.
“Ten seconds? No, I don’t.” He lifted his head and glanced down at his watch. “Go for it. I’l time you.”
Brian’s hand slid down the middle of her body to the swol en flesh between her thighs. She gripped his thighs and leaned against his shoulder as his fingers sought her clit in the nest of curls.
“I never fake an orgasm.”
“So she says.” Trey’s hand touched the inside of her thigh. “May I?”
She nodded slightly and Trey slid two fingers inside her. She tensed. Brian kissed her neck. “Relax,” he murmured. “It’s okay.”
It was difficult to relax knowing it was Trey’s fingers curled inside her. He twisted his hand and she shuddered.
“You ready?” Brian whispered into her ear.
She bit her lip and nodded. Trey twisted his fingers the other direction. Her mouth fel open and she gasped.
“I think I can make her come by just twisting my fingers,” Trey said.
“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Brian said. “Ten seconds.”