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  “Nice-looking woman, you have here, Mark.”

  “Yes.” Mark strung the word out like a slow kiss. “Ready?”

  For what?

  To get tossed through the air before she landed with a bounce on her bed. She gasped with surprise and braced her arms to sit up, but Mark threw himself on her, plastering her flat on her back, his face over hers.

  “Annie,” he said, his voice raspy, and then slammed his mouth on hers. Heat, need and longing roared inside. She wanted him. Deep. How long would he make her wait? She was gasping for air when he lifted his mouth, her chest heaving under his and her body aching.

  “I want you in me,” she whispered.

  “Where?” He rocked his hips, pressing his erection against her belly.

  “In my cunt.”

  “Soon.” Was he going to tease her all night? “First you suck me again.” He moved to straddle her chest, sliding his hands over her breasts as he settled himself. Alan eased pillows under her head, propping her up until Mark’s cock brushed her lips. “Suck me, Annie.”

  At this angle he came deep, touching the back of her throat. She had to think, to pace her breathing with his strokes so she didn’t gag and thinking wasn’t what she wanted to do. She wanted to feel.

  Hands parted her thighs. Fingers teased her curls and opened her. She almost yelled as a tongue touched her clit. Soft as a whisper it drove her wild. Up and down it went, side to side, and now in a slow tantalizing circle. Her heart pounded behind her ribs, her mind and body soared, a wild rushing filled behind her ears. She was climbing to the peak, her hips jerking as passion rose, any minute now, very very soon, she would…

  “No!” she screamed in frustration as the mouth moved away, leaving her wide and wanting, and the next instant, Mark pulled out of her. “How could you!” she yelled at the double abandonment.

  “Because, it’s too soon for you to come,” Mark said, his voice so gentle she wanted to cry. “There’s something you have to do first.”

  “What?” The snappiness felt justified. She was ready to leap on the pair of them if they took much longer.

  “You need to get me ready,” Alan said, holding up a small, foil package.

  “It’s licorice flavored,” Mark said. “I chose it, I know how you like licorice allsorts.”

  She’d give them both allsorts! “You want me to put it on? All right.” She reached out for it, ripped the package open and tipped the condom into her hand. Black! Colored to match the flavor. Oh well. She reached out to Alan’s erect cock.

  “No.” She stared up at Alan. Hadn’t he just told her to? “No hands. Use your mouth.”

  They were trying to kill her with frustration.

  The hardest bit was balancing it on the head of his cock. That took three tries. After that she closed her mouth over him and unrolled the condom with her lips. Almost running out of breath before she finished. “That’s harder than I’d ever imagined,” she said, sitting back to admire the black condom against his dark hair.

  “So are we,” Mark said. “Come on, Annie, let’s make good use of your goat skin rug.”

  Good idea. Goat skin was easier on her knees than the darn shower. She suspected they’d keep her on them a long time. They took forever, getting her positioned just so. Shifting a knee here, moving an arm there, caressing her buttocks and stroking her breast until she was ready to beg them to fuck her but didn’t. Guessing it was exactly what they wanted.

  “Ready to get double fucked, Annie?” Mark asked, just a couple of seconds before she’d have given in and begged.

  “Yes.” She tossed back her head and dragged the word out in her need.

  “Where do you want it first, your mouth or your cunt?” Alan asked.

  “Both at once!”

  “You sound desperate.” Mark’s hand between her legs surely proved that. “I think we should let Alan go first, as our guest.”

  Did they think she’d argue? Hard to do, if she’d wanted to, with a thick, hard cock filling her mouth. That and Mark’s hands massaging her buttocks almost had her in orbit. One hand held her hips still, the other probed between her legs, parting her, slipping inside to tease with one finger, then two. She didn’t want fingers. She wanted his hot, hard cock. He teased back and forth up towards her crack and now he was spreading her wetness between her cheeks and over the puckered entrance to her arse. Surely he wasn’t fucking her there. She stiffened at the thought.

  “Relax, Annie,” Mark said, “loosen up.”

  Hard to do with a finger pushing into her arse. Then his finger withdrew. Before she had time to worry what happened next, his cock drove deep into her cunt with one wild thrust. Her shout muffled by Alan’s cock, she let herself go in a string of moans and yells.

  They pumped her in rhythm, one withdrawing as the other drove into her. She was constantly filled, lost in a morass of sensation and spiraling towards her own climax as they both moaned and grunted over her. Hands held her head and pinned her hips as two hard cocks pounded her to climax. Alan was pumping faster now, the rhythm broken as he jerked his hips into her face as he approached his climax. Mark drove deeper and faster with each thrust, and as her muffled cries echoed in her head, her own need built like a raging torrent. Mark moaned. He was close to coming. Alan groaned as he drove into her. Her body throbbed. Her jaw ached. Her heart raced as her blood pressure thrummed in her ears. Her knees shook. Her arms stiffened as she felt Alan come in her mouth with a groan. Seconds later, Mark’s grunts reached a crescendo and his final thrusts sent her over the edge. She screamed, tossing her head against Alan’s grip, arching her back and, with a wild shudder that racked her body, she soared into the heavens. Her mind and body roaring with passion, she shuddered and shook, their hands holding her upright as they gently let go. She collapsed onto the warm rug and the world went fuzzy and grey.

  Still shaking, she was lifted and carried. Lips met hers. A hand eased her damp hair off her face. She felt the bed under her back and arms around her, as the room faded and went grey.

  Mark lay beside her, inhaling the sweet scents of Annie and sex until her breathing changed and he knew she was asleep. Out for the count until morning. Smiling to himself, he eased off the bed without disturbing her and pulled the bedclothes up to her beautiful chin.

  Retrieving his trousers from the bathroom floor, he pulled them up and zipped as he crossed the landing and met Alan coming upstairs, a glass in each hand.

  “Thought you could use this,” Alan said.

  Gratefully Mark took the glass and raised it. “Thanks. Not just for a good Scotch but for your stellar participation.”

  “Enjoyed every minute of it.” Alan grinned. “Shall we sit down?”

  “In here. I want to watch her sleep.” Mark led him to the chintz-covered sofa under Annie’s bedroom window. It was perfect for two and gave him an uninterrupted view of Annie curled up under the duvet.

  “You’re smitten,” Alan said as Mark sipped his drink, savoring the taste of Annie’s good Scotch.

  “Why not? She’s wonderful.”

  “Can’t argue that one. Where did you find her?’

  “At Pip’s Christmas play.”

  Alan stared. “Veronica’s boy? She’s a parent?”

  “No. She teaches Latin, French and History.”

  Alan let out a slow breath. “Sheesh, what a waste for a bunch of spotty schoolboys.”

  Mark sipped his drink. The ice cubes clinked in the quiet. “I thought she’d take more persuading. Amazing really.”

  “She enjoyed every minute. A natural as they say.”

  “That’s my hope.” Mark looked across at the dark head on the pillow. “I plan on keeping her forever.”

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