Lashway’s Lease

“What happened to your beard?”
“Not even a hi?”
“I’m sorry,” she backed away from the door. “Come in.”
“It smells pretty in here. Vanilla and—“
“Sandalwood,” she cut him off. “I’m sorry, I’m…”

The scent of expensive cologne wafted towards her nose. He was already overwhelming. She felt Bruce’s warm palm on her shoulder. “Honey, it’s okay. This is just us, hanging out.”
“Right.” She looked at him standing in front of her, blue dress shirt and pleated khakis. Even his shoes appeared polished. “Except you’re overdressed.”
“Am I?” He cocked a brow and smirked.
“God yes!” Sighing heavily, she turned around, “Come on in. What am I going to do with you?”
“What do you mean?” She heard the door click behind them.
“Nevermind. Have a seat. Want some wine?”
“Sure.”

Lindsey walked into her kitchen and stood on tiptoes, stretching her arms to reach the wine glasses in the open cabinet. Her midriff brushed the counter. “Eek!” she screamed when she felt the warm hand on the small of her back.
“Let me get those.” His fingertips were a whisper against her skin.
She turned around, stared into his tantalizing blue eyes. He didn’t know what he was in for, the poor bastard!
“Here we go,” he set them down on the counter. “Mind if I help you open the wine?”
“No, the corkscrew is,” she glanced around the kitchen quickly.
“In my hand. I picked it up off the table.” He turned away for a second before setting the corkscrew down. “Look,” he let out a breath.
“Yes?” It was hard to remain calm with him standing so close to her, but his arms wrapping around her tiny body helped. Her pert breasts crushing against his chest didn’t help the temperature of her body any.

Slowly, she slipped her arms around his waist, shudders running up her spine from his fingertips tracing patterns beneath her shirt.
Pulling back from their embrace, he held her at arms length. “No bra. Lindsey, what are you up to?”
A smirk crossed her lips. “What are you talking about?”
“Come on, Lashway. I know you better than that.”
Wrapping both arms around Bruce’s neck, Lindsey stood on tiptoe, pulling his head toward hers. Fingers gripping his tousled hair, her lips sealed over his. Muttering into the kiss, “You know what I want Bruce,” a hand caressed the small of his back before running up over the V of his shoulders.

He tasted of scotch and mint. Firm lips brushed against hers, biting her lower lip. She felt a hand groping her ass, squeezing her cheek.
“Mmm, no panties. I like that.”
“I knew you would Bruce. You’re such a whore,” she uttered again, running her fingers through his blonde hair. “Oh,” she felt herself being lifted onto the counter. Spreading her legs, she felt her skirt bunch up around her hips. Bruce positioned himself between her thighs. “Do you have any idea how mad you’ve driven me, little girl?”
She looked at him, his eyes half open. The sparkle of lust glimmered brightly.
“Kiss me again,” she pulled him to her but he resisted.
“What do you want from me?”
“Bruce,” her tiny bud began to sweat. Her fingers interlocked around his waist and she pulled him to her. “Give me what I want.”
“Lindsey…”

A soft press of her lips against his caused him to sigh, slowly. His body language, the way lust danced like flames in his eyes, told her that he’d bend to her will.
“Please,” she begged, her breath growing ragged now. Her breasts ached for his touch. Her taut nipples rubbed against the fabric of her top until Bruce reached out, cupping her tender flesh in his hands. Rubbing his thumbs over her sensitive flesh made her moan and he smiled.
Closing her eyes, she felt the buttons pop off her top.
Bruce’s hands crushed her breasts, sending shivers down her spine, signals racing towards her nether regions. A fire started low and deep in her belly, the urge to strip him and jump on his cock was nearly overwhelming.
She couldn’t.
Lindsey had to stick to the plan.

Stall Bruce long enough to get him buzzed enough to lower his inhibitions and control the situation.
His tongue darted between her lips, she sucked the organ inside her mouth, letting it roll around, feeling its velvety surface explore every nook and cranny of her mouth. The way Bruce kissed made her see fireworks.
His hands pulled her into his large body.
Her fingers roamed the vast expanse of dark, taut muscle that made up his chests playing over his nipples and bringing them to tight peaks.
Emitting moans into her kiss, Bruce tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her mouth to his.
“What are you up to?” he demanded to know.

“Nothing Bruce, just…oh just like that.” His hips arched into hers and she cried when he pinched a nipple and licked her ear at the same time, “fuck me you little shit.”
His chuckle against her chest rumbled something low inside her. “Odd you calling me little.”
He pulled back. Looking into his eyes, Lindsey had trouble forming sentences. Her body was on fire, her pussy ached for his touch and several times his cock had brushed against the bunched up fabric barrier between her flesh and his.
Her thighs were so damp, so incredibly wet right now. Bruce could slip himself inside her and that would complete her, would sate her desire. But she was losing her grip, her control over the situation. Her breathing picked up, lungs filling and releasing oxygen quickly, slowly and then quicker still.

Exploring her thighs, the inner most portion of her skin just below her skirt, his hands trembled.
Lindsey looked into Bruce’s wanton face, saw the lust in his eyes and nearly creamed herself when he slid two fingers inside her sopping pussy. Arching into his hands, she felt the heel of his hand against her pubic bone when his fingers sank completely inside her, spreading her lips apart and learning her flesh. Flames danced over her skin, starting low in her belly and spreading throughout her body.
Lindsey shuddered, riding Bruce’s rough fingers. Her cries became louder, her fingers gripped his shoulders, nails dug into flesh and sensation took over her thought.
Orgasm welled up like an ocean swelling, then it hit, like waves slamming into the shore, crashing against the rocks.

With a deft stroke of his fingers, he hit her hot button.
Shaking, gripping, Lindsey jumped and locked her legs around Bruce’s waist, her muscles clenching together on his fingers.
Her breathing slowed, returned to normal. Lindsey wiped her brow.
Bruce set her gently down on the counter top.
“Wow,” was all she could say.
“That’s right. Now, before I give you what you want, tell me why I’m here Lindsey.”

She didn’t say anything. Instead, she looked away, closed her eyes, and then looked back at his cock, bulging beneath his trousers. A small wet spot appeared where the head of his cock rested.
Lindsey licked her lips. “What do you think I want, Bruce?”
Snaking a hand around the front of his pants, she fumbled with the zipper and watched Bruce close his eyes.
He hissed at the mere touch of her hands on his cock. Gripping the countertop, his knuckles turned white.
Her tiny fingers massaged his flesh up and down, his swollen member pulsing in her tiny hands.

Bruce opened his eyes and stared hard at her. Through gritted teeth, “Are you going to do something with that?” His eyes were narrow, very menacing to anyone who didn’t know better.
Lindsey was playing with fire.
Yay for her!
“I intend on it, Bruce. But…” she looked at the clock above the stove. “It’s almost time for my surprise.”
“What are you ta--,” he started but she squeezed his cock and ran a delicate fingernail against the underside of his scrotum. He was shaved. Yummy!
The doorbell rang. Lane was here.

Lindsey slid off the counter, pushing Bruce away just enough to lead him to the door by his cock. Her skirt fell back into place and she managed to straighten up her top with one hand. “Come along,” she giggled.
Her breasts bounced beneath her top, nipples rubbing against the fabric. She moaned.
Walking to the door, she felt her slickness between her thighs.
“What are you thinking, you little shi—” His jaw dropped when she opened the door. His cock jumped in her hand when she gave it a little tug.

A tall, blonde stood in the doorway, dressed in tan shorts and a blue polo. His eyes sparkled arousal and his lips pouted just slightly.
“Lane, what a surprise. I didn’t expect you here tonight.” Lindsey glanced at the astounded look on Bruce’s face. She couldn’t stifle a laugh.
“Well, you know Lashway. I couldn’t drop by without checking on my favorite little whore. What’s this you’ve got in your hand?”
“He had a hand in the bush earlier,” she snickered.

Lane laughed. Pointing at Bruce’s cock, he smirked. “It figures. Has he had a chance to dip that beautiful thing inside the bush yet?”
Lindsey gave his cock another squeeze.
Bruce ground his teeth. “What’s going on here?”
“You always had hot taste in men. Let’s see what fun we could have, shall we?” Lane pushed past them, slipping his beach sandals off at the door. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
“As a matter of fact—” Each word came out slowly.
Gripping Bruce’s cock, she put two fingers to his lips.

His tongue darted over her fingers, slowly tasting each one.
Giggling, Lindsey glared at Bruce. “Hush.” She turned to Lane, “No I don’t mind. Lane, the more the merrier.”
“Oh goody!” Lane clapped his hands together. His eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store.
“And I am in control, right Bruce?” She gave another jerk on his cock. She laughed when the pleading look in his eyes became that of lust once again.
Lane dropped his shorts, unbuttoned his shirt and stepped out of the pile of clothes to reveal a fully nude, tanned and well muscled build. His cock sprang to life instantly when Lindsey shoved Bruce’s pants to his ankles.
Bruce’s cock hardened in her hands. The cold air circulated, drawing his balls up against his body

She led him over to stand in front of Lane.
“Why hello there,” Lane reached out, touching Bruce’s cock
Lindsey lifted up her skirt and dropped to her knees. Staring at both the luscious cocks, she took them both in hand, enjoying the velvety stiffness of Bruce’s cock compared to the almost rigid feel of Lanes. Licking her lips, Lindsey gave both cocks a tug, enjoying how Bruce’s scrotum drew against his body.
“So,” Lindsey looked into their eyes, both men’s mouths open partially, “Which gets my hot mouth first?”
Looking up into both sets of eyes, it became obvious that Bruce wanted her so much that he’d do anything to slide inside the warmth of her mouth.

“It doesn’t matter to me. I know what Bruce wants,” Lane reached a hand to cup Bruce’s balls, giving them a gentle squeeze that almost got a groan from Bruce.
Lindsey’s tongue laved the smooth flesh of his cock up and down once, twice. Popping his swollen head in her mouth, she sealed her lips tightly over his flesh and drew him out.
Bruce cried out, sighing heavily. His hands went to Lindsey’s shoulders. His hips jerked forward. “I can’t believe—ah yes. Just like that.”
Lane’s mouth locked onto Bruce’s.

Enjoying the feel of Bruce’s hands on her shoulders, Lindsey took both cocks in hand. Kneeling between them, she licked the head of Bruce’s cock, then Lane’s. Both men moaned but Lindsey focused her attention on Bruce. His cock flinched in her hands. Glancing up, she saw Lane’s tongue slide between Bruce’s when he tried to speak. Too bad, his body reacted first.
Reaching a hand around Bruce’s thigh, Lindsey pinched his ass. The muscle there was defined, sculpted hard and strong.
Slowly, his leg flexed before her.
Lane lowered them both to the couch.

All three sat down, with Lindsey in the middle. Stretching her body over Lane’s, she lowered her head to Bruce’s cock. Breathing warm air on his skin, she watched goose bumps appear. His nipples tightened. Sweat was starting to form on his brow.
“I love this thing,” Lindsey mouthed.
“What thing?” Bruce asked.
His hands tangled in her hair. Stroking her shoulders, his caresses ran down her small frame to her ass.
She wriggled her ass, feeling the heat of Lane’s legs beneath her.
Lane spanked her ass, “Don’t forget, I enjoy blowjobs too!”
Lindsey sat up and straddled Bruce. Reaching for Lane’s hand, she placed his hand over Bruce’s cock. “Play with this for a moment.”
With eyes wide open, “Okay.” Lane responded.

He slid his hand up and down Bruce’s wet cock while stroking his own. His fist bumped gently against Lindsey’s ass.
“Give me what I want, Bruce,” she mouthed before leaning into a kiss.
Their tongues wrestled. Still tasting the wine in his mouth, she drew his tongue into her mouth. His hands cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples.