THE SINNERS AND LADIES - A STEAMY LOVE STORY

BACKSTAGE PASS XXXVII

With a sleepy grin, Myrna stretched her arms over her head and rolled over to spoon against Brian’s back. She had to be on a plane in twelve hours, but the last thing she wanted to do this morning was climb out of bed.

She rubbed her hands over his belly, her lips caressing his shoulder. They had a couple of hours to say a proper good-bye and she was planning to fill every minute with pleasure. He shuddered as her hands trailed up his chest, her fingers bumping over the hoop in his left n****e.

Her eyes flipped open. n****e ring?

“Don’t stop now,” Trey murmured drowsily. “Feels nice.”

Instantly wide awake, Myrna sat up. She jerked up the sheet to cover her bare breasts. “What are you doing here?”

“I invited him,” Brian said from the opposite side of the bed.

“Slumber party.” Trey’s eyes drifted closed.

Myrna scooted closer to Brian, her heart hammering. Brian had her flat on her back beneath him in seconds. “Trey’s tired. We’ll start without him.”

He linked their hands together on either side of her head and kissed her until her rigid body began to relax.

“I’m not that tired.” Trey’s hand slid across Myrna’s belly and she tensed again. “Save some of that for me,” he murmured.

Soft lips brushed her shoulder.

She tore her mouth from Brian’s and looked at Trey. His emerald green eyes met hers unflinchingly.

“You okay?” Brian asked her. “If you’ve changed your mind, we can stop.”

Trey’s hand slid up her side, drawing a trail of gooseflesh in its wake. He cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her pebbled n****e. Her eyes drifted closed with pleasure.

“I don’t think it’s her who will have a problem with this,” Trey said to Brian. “I’m more worried about you. You are not allowed to hate me for this.”

“We’ve done this before, Trey. Did I ever have a problem then?”

“But you really lo—” Trey took a deep breath. “You really care about Myrna.”

“And I trust her. I know she won’t cheat on me behind my back.”

She smiled and reached up to trace his brow with her fingertips. “You’re right. I wouldn’t.”

“But cheating to your face is fine?” Trey asked.

“This isn’t cheating,” Myrna said. “It’s a mutually agreed upon s****l experience. But if you don’t want to join us, you can leave.”

“Oh, I want to join you. I’m more than willing to f**k your brains out. I just don’t want something as meaningless as hot, dirty s*x 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 really was reluctant.

She slid her hands up his chest. The glint of metal caught her eye. She lowered her head and sucked his silver n****e 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 belly 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 c**k. “I’m hard as a rock just watching her molest you.”

Watching her be naughty turned Brian on? How would he react if she sucked Trey’s c**k?

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 swallow him, but she was willing to try.

“W-wait, Myrna,” Trey gasped.

She took him into her mouth, deep into the back of her throat. She swallowed. 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 fell 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.”

“Are you stoned, Brian?” Trey said. “You will never forgive me for this. I know you won’t.”

“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. “Well, 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 really 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 n****e. 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 belly and hips, his hard c**k pressed firmly into the crack of her ass.

Something harder than a tongue flicked against her n****e. 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 n****e. “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’ll time you.”

Brian’s hand slid down the middle of her body to the swollen flesh between her thighs. She gripped his thighs and leaned against his shoulder as his fingers sought her c**t in the nest of curls.

“Wait a minute,” Trey said. “She could be faking.”

“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 fell 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.”

Trey looked at his watch again. “Go.”

Brian’s fingers rubbed her c**t with his practiced pressure and rhythm. Within a dozen strokes, Myrna shuddered and cried out, clinging to Brian’s thighs. Her p***y convulsed rhythmically around Trey’s fingers.

“Jesus. That was like eight seconds,” Trey said. He twisted his fingers again and Myrna’s legs buckled. He slid his fingers from her body and added them to his mouth with his sucker. “Mmmmm. Does she always taste this good?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“No wonder you’re always in bed with her. I never realized she was this hot. Sed doesn’t know, does he?”

“No and you’d better not tell him.”

“I need to lie down,” Myrna murmured.

Brian guided her trembling body down until she was lying on her back. She covered her face with her hands. She really was a w***e. She’d loved having Trey’s fingers up her cunt while Brian stroked her c**t until she’d cried out with s****l release. Jeremy had been so right about her. She felt sick to her stomach.

A pair of lips kissed the inside of her thigh. Too soft to be Brian’s lips. Trey’s? She kept her hands over her face. Could she allow Trey to have his way with her without permanent trauma to her psyche?

The soft lips kissed their way up her thigh until they reached the top of her leg. Something probed her ever-eager hole. Not his fingers or his tongue. His sucker? Don’t, she thought. He dipped his candy inside her rhythmically and sucked her c**t into his mouth. Her fingers curled into her forehead. I can’t do this. He rubbed her c**t with the stud piercing in the flat of his tongue until she began to tremble. Can’t do this. She gasped. Oh yes, that’s the spot. Lick it, Trey. I want your mouth on me. I like it. Trey removed his cherry sucker from her p***y and replaced it with his tongue. He wriggled and twirled his tongue, and then thrust it into her deeply. She’d never been eaten out quite like this before. She shuddered. If Brian had an uncommon talent with his fingers, then Trey’s had to be with his tongue.

“God, that feels good,” she whimpered.

The mattress sagged beside her. Brian straddled her chest and leaned over her. She moved her hands from her eyes. His c**k bounced against her chin. “Suck me?”

She opened her mouth wide and he slid inside. She sealed her lips around him and he thrust into her throat, holding onto the headboard for support so he didn’t choke her. She kept the suction tight and let him carry the rhythm. Her concentration was more on what Trey was doing to every part he could reach between her quivering thighs with his devilish tongue.

Trey stimulated her with his cherry sucker again, and then spread her ass cheeks with both hands and tongued her asshole. She squirmed. God, that felt good, too. Was it possible to have an orgasm just by having your ass licked? Ripples of delight pulsated through her empty p***y. Her c**t throbbed with neglect. Maybe just the anticipation could send her over the edge. “Mmmm.” She lost concentration and gagged on Brian’s c**k. Brian pulled back.

“You okay?” Brian asked, stroking her hair.

She nodded. Brian thrust forward again, pulled back, thrust forward deep into her throat. Trey’s tongue writhed inside her back entrance. She tensed. She relaxed only when he withdrew his tongue altogether.

“God, you have a tight little ass, Myrna. Can I f**k it?”

She made a sound around Brian’s thrusting c**k that must have sounded like agreement, though she wasn’t sure it was. Trey moved around the bed to a side table drawer that contained Brian’s favorite toys. From the corner of her eye, she watched Trey grab a tube of lube and a heavily ridged condom from the collection. Her eyes widened in protest.

Brian pulled out of her mouth and sat on the bed beside her. He urged Myrna onto her stomach and offered his jutting c**k to her again. “Like this, sweetheart. Give Trey some room to do his thing.”

His thing? What thing?

Her heart thudded in her chest.

Just don’t think about what Trey was going to do. Concentrate on Brian.

Myrna rested on her elbows, leaned over Brian’s lap and took him deep into her throat. She had better control in this position and could indulge him with other things she knew he liked. Her fingers stroked his asshole, teasing him with promises of penetration. Her head bobbed up and down over the head of his c**k. Brian’s fingers tangled in the long strands of her hair as he groaned in encouragement.

Trey’s hands gripped Myrna’s hips and lifted her onto her knees. His thigh eased between her legs, widening her stance. He continued to arrange her body as he wanted it—her knees far apart, her back arched downward. He inserted a slippery finger into her ass, wetting her passage with some sort of warming lubricant. He added another finger, stretching her in various directions in preparation for his penetration. She got the feeling he did this often. More lube. More stretching and probing.

As if she wasn’t already nervous enough.

She released Brian from her mouth. “Just put it in already.”

Trey slapped her ass. She winced. “I’ll put it in when I’m good and ready,” he said. Which was apparently that moment. He eased into her body. Heat flooded her core.

“Oh,” she whimpered. She experienced no painful burning sensation as he slid deep into her ass. Paused. Pushed deeper. He gave her time to adjust, pressing forward a little at a time. Even when she’d accepted every inch of him and he rotated his hips to open her wider, it didn’t hurt at all. Trey’s c**k wasn’t as thick as Brian’s and he obviously had a lot of practice in this technique. His angle of penetration was perfection. She rocked back against him with a groan.

“Do you like that?” Brian asked.

She expected him to start taking notes or something.

Trey pulled back and she shuddered. He took her deep again. Dear God, yes. His thrusts became rhythmic, the heavy ribs on the condom further stimulating her throbbing flesh.

“Yeah,” she gasped. “He’s good at it. Oh.”

“That’s because he’s been done that way himself.” Brian chuckled.

Myrna expected Trey to protest Brian’s barb, but he said, “f****d by the best.”

Trey’s rhythm was constant. Unrelenting. Myrna took Brian’s c**k back into her mouth and matched Trey’s thrusts with the movement of her head and tongue. Trey skimmed his hands up her back, down her back, over her ass, down the backs of her thighs, and then stroked the same path in reverse. She shuddered. His fingertips slid up the fronts of her thighs, the protrusions of her hipbones, her belly, breasts, and back again. The sides of her body next. Returning to her back. Every inch of her skin was alive with stimulation. The light pressure of his fingertips over her flesh never wavered. Each thrust matched his last perfectly. Trey Mills was all about perfection. And when she became accustomed to his perfect synchrony, he slapped her ass again. The unexpected jolt to her system made her tense.

“Ow,” Brian protested.

She released him from her mouth. “Did I bite you?”

“Yeah. You’ve never bitten me before. You’re having a hard time concentrating, aren’t you?”

She looked up at him. “I’m sorry.”

He touched her face. She’d try harder to pay attention to what she was doing. She ran her tongue around the head of his c**k and drew him inside her mouth again. She pressed his legs further apart so she could massage his balls with the palm of her hand and rub his sensitive hole with two fingertips. Brian’s head fell back against the headboard with a loud thunk. He grabbed her hair in both fists as she sucked him deep, her tongue working against the underside of his c**k all the way down and then all the way back up. She could tell he approved of her renewed concentration by the punctuated gasps coming from the back of his throat.

Trey leaned over her, his sweat dripping over the surface of her back. “You should see his face, Myrna. I think he’s about to blow the back of your head off.”

Myrna reached between her legs and brushed her fingertips over Trey’s sack. He gasped and lost his perfect rhythm altogether. He stayed buried deep so she could reach him. She massaged Trey’s balls with one hand and Brian’s with the other. The combined gasps of the two men drove her to distraction. She rubbed her wrist against her c**t while she fondled Trey, seeking s****l release. God, she ached. Her p***y was so empty.

“So who’s gonna let go first?” Trey asked, biting into his sucker with a loud crunch. “I think I can outlast Brian.”

“You aren’t even moving anymore. Let her suck you and see how long you last. God, woman! Just put your fingers inside. Quit teasing me.”

She complied, sliding two fingers deep. He cried out hoarsely.

“She’s doing some amazing stuff with my nuts,” Trey said. “If I move, I’m pretty sure she’ll stop.”

Myrna lifted her head. “What about me?” she whispered. “I want you inside me, Brian. Please. I need your thick c**k buried deep…”

Trey pulled out, making Myrna moan. “Let’s switch then.”

“Do you want to ride me, sweetheart?” Brian asked.

“God, yes.” And if that made her a w***e, so be it.

Brian slid down the bed to lie flat on his back between her thighs. She grabbed his c**k and guided it into her aching p***y, taking him deep and fast. Rubbing that itch deep inside that only he could satisfy. Her head fell back as she pounded into him, vocalizing her pleasure in the back of her throat.

Trey drew a breath between his teeth. “God, that sound she makes…”

“…is so fuckin’ hot,” Brian finished Trey’s sentence.

Trey touched the back of Myrna’s head and she opened her eyes to look at him. He was standing on the bed in front of her. He’d removed the condom and his long c**k stood at attention, glistening before her.

“Suck him, Myrna,” Brian encouraged, looking up at them. “I can see everything from here.”

“Did you ever think you’d be lying there looking up at your best friend’s sack? How’s the view?” Trey chuckled.

Myrna leaned forward and sucked Trey into her mouth. He’d coated his c**k with one of Brian’s flavored lotions and tasted like sweet coconut. She slurped him deep and he cursed under his breath.

“That’s it, baby. Teach him a lesson for being such a smart ass,” Brian said.

“Yeah, teach me a lesson, Professor.”

Brian wrapped his hands around her hips to help her raise and lower herself on his c**k. She found it hard to concentrate on pleasuring Trey and herself at the same time. She placed a hand on Trey’s sweat-slick belly and pulled away. He grunted in protest as she abandoned him. She lowered her head, resting her forehead against Brian’s temple. Her hand ran down Trey’s thigh as she whispered into Brian’s ear, “Tell me what you want me to do to him. I’ll do anything you say.”

“Anything?”

She turned her head to look at Brian. He was grinning deviously.

“You’re really okay with this?” she asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be? It was my idea.”

“You don’t think I’m a w***e?”

He laughed. “Why would I think that? You’re a gift from heaven as far as I’m concerned.”

Myrna glanced up a Trey. “Yeah, I’ll do anything you tell me to,” she whispered into Brian’s ear.

“What are you two plotting?” Trey asked, grabbing Myrna’s hand that was still resting on his thigh. He shifted her hand to his c**k and used it to stroke his flesh, twisting her wrist slightly each time her hand rubbed over his swollen head. “Please don’t tell me you changed your mind and now you’re going to toss me out in the hallway with a horrible case of blue balls.”

“You know I wouldn’t do that to you, buddy,” Brian said and laughed maniacally.

“On second thought…” Trey took a step sideways.

Myrna’s hand tightened on Trey’s c**k and he stopped. She looked up at him. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Just trying to keep personal injury to a minimum.”

“I won’t hurt you, Trey,” she promised, sitting up.

“Unless I tell her to.”

“Huh?” Trey gasped.

“Move him a little to the left,” Brian said.

Myrna’s hands moved to Trey’s hips and she shifted him to the left.

“Wait, I—”

“Put your hand on his chest and shove him against the wall. Don’t let him give you any lip,” Brian instructed.

Myrna shoved Trey against the wall. He hit his head with a loud thud. “Hey!” he protested.

“Grab his nuts and tell him to shut up.”

She grabbed Trey’s balls and he cried out in pain.

“Easy,” Brian said.

Her grip loosened slightly. “Shut up.” She felt like she had a little devil on her shoulder, whispering naughty instructions to her.

“Yes, ma’am,” Trey squeaked.

“Lick the head of his dick.”

Her tongue darted from between her lips, wrapping around the head of Trey’s c**k. He shuddered violently.

“Don’t give him much. Lick one side along the rim, over and over again. I want you to drive him crazy. Go.”

She did exactly as Brian instructed. Trey groaned in protest. Within a minute, Trey was rocking on the balls of his feet, just like he did when the music overtook him on stage.

Brian laughed. “Tell her what you want, Trey.”

“Suck me,” he growled between clenched teeth. “Please.”

She glanced down at Brian for instructions and he shook his head.

“Put two fingers in his ass and do that thing you do to me sometimes.”

“What thing?” Trey asked suspiciously.

She grinned. “You’re very generous with your friends, sweetheart,” she murmured.

She slid her index and middle fingers into Brian’s mouth to wet them and then reached between Trey’s legs and shoved them inside his body.

Trey gasped brokenly. “Oh yeah. You know I like that.”

She searched inside him until she found her target and stroked the swollen gland persistently. Trey grabbed her hair in both fists and directed his c**k into her mouth. His cries of ecstasy encouraged her to suck him hard while she continued to stimulate him with her fingers.

Brian grabbed her wrist and eased her fingers from Trey’s body. She released his c**k as well and glanced down at Brian for further instructions.

“Leave him for a minute,” Brian said. “Ride me until you come, and if he’s quiet, I’ll tell you to suck him off. Maybe.”

Still trembling from the pleasure she’d given him, Trey groaned in protest. He wrapped his hand around the head of his c**k and flinched.

“If he’s quiet,” Brian repeated. “And doesn’t touch himself.”

Trey’s brow furrowed. “Fu…” He bit his lip. He shifted both hands to his hips and stood there waiting for Myrna to make her next move.

She grinned down at her devious lover, rising and falling over him now. Brian’s fingers worked her c**t, driving her mad with desire. Her head fell back as her cries grew louder and louder with each thrust.

“s**t,” Trey muttered. “I’m supposed to just stand here and watch you two f**k while I get nothing?”

Myrna lifted her head to glare at Trey. “You already had yours. And you’re supposed to be quiet,” she said, and shoved him against the wall. “You broke my concentration. Now I have to start over.”

Brian gasped in pleasure. She looked down to find him writhing on the brink of orgasm. She slapped him across the face. “Don’t you dare let go. Not yet. I’m not finished with you.”

He caught her wrist before she slapped him again. “You’re getting awfully bossy.” He looked up at Trey and nodded. Trey hopped off the bed.

Brian grabbed her around the waist and rolled their entwined bodies onto their sides. She gasped as his c**k rammed into her. He lifted her left leg to rest around his waist. Trey spooned up against her back. She stiffened.

“Relax,” Trey whispered into her ear.

He probed her back entrance with the head of his c**k and then he was inside her.

Both of them were inside her. Oh. So gloriously filled.

They began to move. Brian thrusting into her, while Trey pulled out. Brian pulled out, while Trey thrust inside. Her senses were so overwhelmed that she couldn’t do anything but cling to Brian’s chest and gasp for air, her head tilted back and pressing into Trey’s shoulder.

“Are you okay?” Brian whispered into her ear.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes. Yes, oh God, yes! Yes! f**k me. Fill me. Both of you. I love it. I love it!” She saw stars when she came, but they didn’t let her recover. They switched to thrusting into her and pulling out in unison.

Trey’s body convulsed behind her. “God, Brian, your c**k is driving me crazy.”

“Yeah,” Brian agreed. “I feel you moving inside her. Feels so good.” His breath caught. “Faster, Trey. Stay with me.”

Myrna turned her head to look at them. They lay facing each other, staring into each other’s eyes over her shoulder. She’d seen this intensity between them on stage before, this connection, but was surprised to see it here. Brian closed his eyes. Still matching Brian’s thrusts, Trey leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth.

Myrna’s eyes widened.

Trey’s tongue probed Brian’s lips.

Brian opened his mouth and Trey plunged his tongue inside. Trey’s hand moved to the back of Brian’s head to hold him still as he kissed him. He sucked Brian’s lips passionately, his thrusts into Myrna’s body growing increasingly vigorous as his excitement got the better of him and he lost their synchronicity. Trey watched Brian the entire time he kissed him, his eyes glistening with unexpected tears. After a moment, he squeezed his eyes shut, his kiss shifting from passionate to desperate.

Myrna lay there, too stunned to do anything but gawk.

Oh my God. Trey loved Brian. She knew it for a certainty. Trey loved Brian. Loved him.

The urge to scratch out his eyes overwhelmed her. Did Brian realize this? Myrna didn’t think Brian even realized that Trey was kissing him. He’d gone into that muse trance mode that struck him completely unaware on occasion.