Best Women's Erotica(69)

Then Matt sits back. “Trev’s right,” he says softly, his eyes narrowing with hidden laughter. “That’s bloody good.”

Despite the warmth of the day, my nipples are standing up hard against the soft cotton. My sex is full of melting honey.

“Let’s go inside, Abbie,” Trev murmurs in my ear. “Come on.”





Chocolate and Chili: oh, this is not the chocolate of childhood. This is a purely adult pleasure—bittersweet, dark and troubling. Heat lingering upon the lips and the breath. It is chocolate that makes the pupils dilate, the skin flush, the heart quicken. It is the taste of passion.





They take me into the ambulance and close the door on the outside world. I glance around—emergency equipment, foldout chairs, bright plastic drawers—but to be honest I’m not taking anything in. My brain has frozen. All I can think is that this is happening to me, and that I don’t understand how. Is it a joke they’re playing? Will they suddenly back off and start to laugh at me? Will they—?

They kiss me, both of them in turn, urging up against me with their big, hard bodies, sandwiching me between them as they press their caresses upon me. I taste chocolate and chili, honey and saffron. Their tongues are eager, their hands bold. Stubble scrapes my skin. Teeth tease my ears, my neck, my nipples. Trev has kept hold of his ice cream, though it is melting over his hand now: he encourages me to lick it, to suck his fingers, to pass the soft cream from my mouth to his. In the meantime Matt is pulling up my dress, working it over my shoulders, stripping me bare.

I tremble, anticipating their mockery.

Instead, the flash of Trev’s teeth signals pure appetite. He touches the melting ice cream to my right nipple, and as I flinch from the cold Matt catches me, holding me still. As Matt props himself against the stretcher bed and pulls me off balance against him, Trev paints my body with the cold cream: my freckled breastbone, my dark stiff nipples, my puckered stomach. All the way down to the juncture of my legs. He tugs down my panties and, discarding the cone, squashes the last handful of ice cream into my sex, slathering it over my labia, squashing it up into my hot core until it melts and runs down my thighs. It’s shudderingly cold and I squirm in Matt’s embrace, biting back the squeals. I’m half aware that the blond man is tugging at his own clothes, pulling his cock out, but I can’t see it—I just know it as a slab of burning heat thrust against my cold bottom.

Then Trev gets down and eats the ice cream off me, tits and belly and thighs, all the way. I must be salty from the day’s work but he doesn’t care. His mouth is both hungry and tender. It makes me fear, and it makes me need, and ultimately it makes me surrender, opening my legs to let him plunge his mouth and his hand between. His fingers go inside me, diving through the cream. His mouth devours my clit, sucking and nibbling and licking like I’m a gelato. I heave up against Matt’s torso, feeling his hands cup my breasts and tug at my sticky nipples. I’m helpless to resist. Trev’s hand is working me insistently, each thrust opening me more. His mouth has taken control of my whole body. Matt’s tongue is hot and wet in my ear; I’m being eaten by both men and I can’t stop it, I can’t help it, I’m coming now with breathy unmistakable squeals—and Matt growls “Yes—you give it all up now; that’s right,” in my ear as my world turns inside out.

Orgasm leaves me shaken and trembling. Trev stands and pulls me up against him, stroking the wet strands of hair back from my face, and I focus my eyes with some effort. He’s smiling, but his cock is straining impatiently against me. I can feel it through his green paramedic trousers. “What happens now?” I ask in a tiny voice.

“What do you want to happen, Abbie?” he murmurs, brushing my face with kisses, rubbing my palm against the swollen ridge in his pants.

“I want…” I reach behind me for Matt. He’s got his flies open and his cock is standing up hard under his stroking hand, and as he guides my fingers to grip that thick shaft I realize he’s already clad it in a skin of latex. Smooth operator.

“Want this?” Matt asks, voice full of chocolate.

“I want both of you,” I confess.

Trev’s eyebrows arch. “Together?’

What am I thinking of, at my age? This is crazy. “Yes,” I gasp.

Trev nods, and hands me back to Matt like a gift. He pulls me into his lap, tipping me forward from the hips to get the right angle. I spread my thighs, groaning involuntarily as I feel his blunt cockhead press home into the wild sweet slather of my pussy. I tip farther down, looking up, and I glimpse his ruddy, golden-furred balls bouncing between my thighs as he works his way inside me with little jiggling thrusts. It feels wonderful—and my long-unused muscles are responding to his girth as if to a miracle. I’m turning from solid to liquid. But I’m so off balance I’m going to fall, and I reach out and grab Trev’s thighs to steady myself.