Her Dirty Bartenders (Men at Work #5) - Mika Lane Page 0,41

in her pussy while Cab licked and sucked her tits. I’d had enough of all the watching, so I walked over to the sofa, where I whipped out my cock and put it in Stell’s hand. Her eyes widened with surprise, and a grin spread across her face as she began to stroke me.

Damn, her grip felt nice. I rocked my hips into it, fucking her hand while holding my dick at the root. I wasn’t going to last long, that much I knew. It had been too long since I’d been with a woman, and too long that I’d been drooling over Stell.

Robbie pulled his face out from between her legs and I got my first look at her pretty pink pussy. She was neatly trimmed down there like I’d imagined she’d be.

“Look at the lovely girl jerking Maze’s dick,” he said.

She smiled and as soon as Robbie got back to sucking on her clit, she arched into his mouth and began tossing her head back and forth.

Our baby was going to come.

“Oh fuck,” she murmured while Cab still played with her tits and she worked my dick. “Robbie, yeah, I’m gonna come.”

“Come in his mouth, darlin’, because I’m about to come on you.”

I pushed Cab out of the way, and jerked myself all over her tits.

She screamed, bucking and arching and pushing Robbie’s head into her pussy. With her free hand, she rubbed my cum into her tits.

Jesus Christ.

That’s when Cab pulled out his own stiff cock. “Baby, you’re not done yet. I’m gonna give you more.”

She watched Cab stroked himself and explode on her chest just like I had.

Robbie, still going to town on her pussy, thrust two fingers inside her and while she rubbed cum into her tits, she arched her back and began to scream.

“Oh my god, yes. Oh. Oh,” she cried, spasming into his mouth.

Holy fuck. That was one of the most intense things I’d ever experienced, and I think the guys felt the same as evidenced by their wide-eyed surprise. I whipped my shirt off over my head and began to clean Stell up with it, who laughed and grabbed it from me to finish the job.

“I knew you guys were kinky fuckers,” she said as Cab helped her sit up.

I’d been pretty sure she was a kinky fucker, too.

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Stell

I’d heard of threesomes, but never foursomes.

Maybe that was a thing in Denver? Because I was pretty sure it wasn’t a thing in Philly. But then, what did I know? I’d been engaged to a douchebag who’d cheated on me with one of my bridesmaids. So, clearly, I was going through life with my head up my ass.

Speaking of asses, I’d not seen or heard from Vaughn for several days and was hoping—no, praying—that he’d given up on me and headed back to Philly. I really didn’t get why the hell he’d come after me to begin with. Was he really that dumb?

In order to get some intel, Marni did some snooping with the ‘old gang.’ Seems that as soon as I left town, Suza, the bridesmaid who’d gotten cozy with Vaughn, had cut him loose. She was only interested in him as long as he was attached to me.

How fucked was that?

Either way, she was my ex-friend now. Marni’s too.

Because I was still pretending my car was in the shop, and was tired of spending money on Uber, Marni had offered me her bike. It was only five or six miles to the club, so I started riding every day. At the end of a shift, one of the guys usually piled the bike in the back of their car and gave me a lift home.

It was funny, but things were almost perfect. Simple. Uncomplicated.

Well, uncomplicated except that now I’d been with all three guys. All at once. Not one at a time, like normal people. No, I’d gotten down and dirty in one big, zesty session.

And it had been amazing.

I still don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was getting knocked out and realizing I could get right back up without a scratch. It was like I was compelled to give the world the middle finger, and tell it I could be a bad ass, too. The whole thing kicked off some sort of rebellion in me.

Like no one could keep me down.

Although, a few days later I was reconsidering whether I’d made a mistake or not. I mean, as fun as it was, nothing could come of it. I wasn’t