An Excerpt From DEATH BY SEX
Copyright © ARI THATCHER 2009

 

The bed shifted as Tucker got up. "Hey, sweets, do you have any lube?"

"In the bag on the dresser," she said. She ran her tongue up the vein on the side of Beck's throbbing cock. At the last second she realized what else was in her bag. "Wait, Tuck-"

The whirring noise behind her told her she was too late.

"What's this? Did our girl have plans for the evening?"

Joely wanted to hide her head, but that was difficult to do with a cock in her face. She rocked back to sit on Beck's legs and tried to cool the flush on her skin. "Those are my lack-of-plan backups, if you must know."

Tucker tossed a tube on the bed beside Beck, along with her vibrator and bullets, and came back to sit on the edge.

"Hey, this one warms on contact. Nice, little one." Beck tossed the lube back to Tucker and reached for the small white bullets and remote control. "Hon, I think you just might have to demonstrate these for us."

She closed her eyes and wished for invisibility. She realized everyone uses toys, but having your stash turn up by accident really sucked. "I am sure you can tell how they work just by looking at them. And, I'll bet you guys have used them more than once."

"Knowing how they work," Tucker replied, "and seeing them in action are two different things. At some point tonight, we will be letting you perform for us."

"Letting me?" She slipped off the bed. "I need more alcohol. I seem to have burned off those drinks."

Tucker cut her off on her way to the mini fridge. His hand wrapped around her middle, smoothing over her belly, gliding up to cup her breast as he pulled her back against the length of him. His cock bobbed between her legs and came to rest along her slit.

She tried not to react. Not to feel her nipples tighten while her breasts swelled. Not to notice the moisture escaping her folds to coat his cock. The reality of having sex with two men battled with her mental image of a nice girl.

"You don't need alcohol to be with us, babe. It's Tuck and Beck." He cradled her close, nibbling her shoulder and caressing her ear with his soft-spoken sweet-talking. "If it makes you uncomfortable, we won't do it. Whatever it is."