Burning Desires [A compilation of Erotic one shots]

Catherine

All I wanted was a night alone, just the two of us, to escape the stress and obligations of parenthood. That is exactly what we need.

More precisely, I really need a playdate tonight.

I can not help but clench my jaw at the sensual music that permeates the hallway leading to Jay's office. I can not stop myself, so I take my time walking and take a quick look behind the curtain to see the group activity room. I clamp down on my bottom lip as I take in the scene, allowing the desire that warms my belly to grow.

A couple of women in front of me are slowly being undressed from behind by their partners as they are deeply in love.

Her breasts protrude as one man slides the dress down his girlfriend's arms. Her lover takes possession of her mouth, but her friend goes straight for her uneven pink nipples. They have a ballet-like choreography to their movements.

The display makes me feel good, and that is all I need to be reminded of it. Feeling desperate, I drop the cloth and make my way to Jay's office.

I open the door and fall backwards instantly. I blink several times until I get steady again, thinking that my eyes must be playing tricks on me. Frank, holding a shaker, is standing next to the bar staring at every part of me with captivating eyes.

"Uh-" My thoughts become empty. I really have no idea how to put ideas into words, much less articulate them. His sleeves are rolled up to reveal the tattoos that run the length of his arms, and his shirt is unbuttoned at the collar. He grips the shaker tightly and shakes the liquid inside back and forth, his green eyes still fixed on me.

The only thing that wakes me from my daze is Jay's voice. "Hello, wife. Did you find the show entertaining?

I then quickly look at him. His legs are wide, his white shirt is unbuttoned, he smirks, and he is staring at me immobile while sitting on the couch.

"What is happening?" I stutter, lingering in the entranceway.

While chatting with Frank, Jay raises a hand and makes a finger gesture for me. "My wife should have a drink first, then come on over."

Taking a sharp breath, I turn to face Frank. He seems to be assessing my potential as he continues to stare at me and study me.

Interesting. because my plans for what the fuck I will do are still somewhat hazy. I am not aware of what is happening. Has my husband gone insane?

I saunter over to face Jay with caution and halt a few feet ahead of him. Give me a kiss, kitten. And say thank you for your present."

"What present?" I lean in to kiss him, rasping.

When I am close enough, he pulls me up onto his lap and plants a painful kiss on my lips. Every bit of my lips he takes is possessive, and his grip is ravenous.

He licks his lips and puts his mouth to my ear with a razor-sharp, intoxicating gaze. "This is Frank, your gift, sweetie. Tonight, both of us are going to fuck you.

Oh.

The thought of these two men having their hands on me makes my thighs tense and my heart pound.

Jay smiles as Frank comes over to sit next to us with my drink. "Just the way you like it, he made it extra dirty."

Grabbing my wrist, Frank shoves the drink into my palm. Too softly, he asks, "You okay?"

My heart rate ticks up and my body heats at his proximity.

Jay squeezes my hips and forces me to my feet, causing my drink to slosh over the rim of the glass. "She's fucking perfect. Cat got your tongue, Kitten?" he asks, a teasing lilt to his voice. His eyes are almost silver as they roam over my features. "Soon it will be Frank that has your tongue. What do you think about that, baby? Can you handle us both?"

Need tugs at my core and desire pools in my panties.

Is he fucking serious right now?

"Take off her dress," Jay says. His attention is on me, but the command is for the man at my side.

Frank's nose finds my neck, and his breath tickles as he inhales. Goose bumps pebble my flesh, but my eyes remain on Jay, transfixed.

He's not angry. There isn't even the normal look of possession in his eyes. Instead, I find want, desire, and pleasure in the set of his jaw and the way his irises flicker as he watches my brother's best friend undress me.

Frank's fingers are gentle as they slip the neckline of my dress over my shoulder, much like the scene I witnessed only moments ago in the playroom.

As the fabric slides down my body and pools at my feet, Jay holds out a hand. I take it, and he steadies me so I can step out of my dress. When I've kicked the garment aside, I stand before him in a black bra and panty set. Both pieces are comprised of straps that crisscross my body. When I dressed for the evening, I imagined him pulling on each one while he fucked me.

"The fuck is this outfit, Kitten?" Jay growls, his eyes eating me up.

I clear my throat, finally gaining some semblance of control. "I had plans of my own tonight."

Frank chuckles as he kisses my neck. "Don't let us get in the way."

I shake my head fast. None of my plans hold a candle to the scene before me. I want this. Them.

"I think she likes my plan better," Jay pronounces with a knowing smirk.

I gulp down a niggle of discomfort.

Is this a test? Should I tell him I only want him? That he's enough?

If my husband is only doing this to please me, because he thinks I need it, then I will gladly step away.

My nerves must be written on my face, because Jay taps on my thigh, pulling my attention to him.

"I want this. I want you to have this. Nothing changes. I promise."

"Swear it?" I mumble. Because fuck, I want it. Maybe it's wrong, maybe I should only want my husband, but if he's offering me a night to escape with him, to play with him, I'll take it.

I'd do anything with him. And tonight, he's proving that he feels the same. The depth in which he understands me is what makes him the other half of my soul.

Jay nods and presses his face to my stomach, his nose skirting the line of my panties as he inhales. "I can smell how ready you are, baby. You want us both. Be honest."

Finally, with my lip caught between my teeth, I nod. I turn to Frank, whose hands have been lazily roaming up and down my arms. "Are you okay with this?" I don't want this to change our friendship.

He smiles that easy smile, and my body melts beneath his touch. "One last time," he says, his green eyes teasing as he slips a hand beneath my bra and tweaks my nipple.

Moaning, I arch into his touch.

Jay's laughter hits between my legs. "Already so needy for us."

The heat of his breath so near my core, mixed with the sting of Frank's fingers pinching my nipple, has my mind spinning. I'm going to pass out.

Frank pulls my face to his and devours my mouth.

My husband's low growl is all I hear as he tears my panties down. Then his tongue is sliding between my other lips.

Despite the moan that works its way from me and into Frank's mouth, my determination falters. Should I push him away or hold him closer? In the end, my tongue makes the decision and tangles with his, tasting him, spurring him on.

And as my hand finds Jay's head and I pull him closer, his laughter reverberates against my clit.

"You like his tongue inside you, wife?"

I pull back, breathless, and study Jay. He's running lazy circles around my clit, but he's watching me, studying me, looking at me like what he's doing right now is his favorite thing in the world.

"Yes," I pant.

"Naked. Now," he growls.

His words light an inferno in my core, and the flames lick higher when Frank pops the clasp of my bra and flings it across the room.

"Come here, Kitten." Jay angles himself so his back hits the armrest of the couch, then he pats the cushion beside him.

I don't hesitate, obeying my husband's every command.

"Lean back, baby," Jay murmurs, pulling me down until my head is on his lap. "Let him taste you. He's going to get you nice and wet for the both of us."

Swallowing hard, I look up at Frank. His eyes rake over me as he slowly unbuttons his shirt.

I groan when Frank's tattoo-covered muscles come into view. He's like a work of art.

"Show off," Jay grumbles.

Oh, husband. He's going to lose his fucking mind when he sees what lies beneath Frank's boxers. And I know that because we used to fuck, once upon a time.

The cocky Irish bastard doesn't smirk, he smolders. And the look he gives me as he settles between my legs makes me squirm. He's so fucking hot.

This is so fucking wrong.

And I'm going to enjoy every minute of it.

Jay forces my chin up and covers my mouth with his as Frank licks up my center.

"Holy fuck, Jay," I hiss against his lips. "Frank is licking me."

He chuckles darkly, his chest vibrating. "I see that, wife. Are you enjoying it?"

Oh God. Is he insane right now?

"Ye-yes," I stutter the words.

"You're going too easy on her. She can still speak," Jay deadpans, playing with my nipples as Frank eats me out.

"I've eaten your wife's pussy plenty of times," he grunts. "I know what she likes."

A laugh bursts from me, unbidden, and Jay growls, but his erection digs into my back more persistently.

"Just because of that, I'm going to stuff my cock down your throat," he says, dropping me against the cushion. He kneels on the couch, straddling my head, and fumbles with his fly.

When he finally frees himself, he places his stiff cock against my lips. "Open."

I smile, and for a moment, his eyes go soft. With a shake of his head, he looks away. "Fuck, I love you."

And that's when I know we'll be okay. The stress of the last few months, work, being a mom, becoming an us...through it all, it's still just him and me. Facing life together. Even now, we're doing this together.

"Love you too, husband," I murmur, "Now fuck my mouth while Frank does your job."

He chuckles and slides his cock between my lips slowly, watching me as he speaks to Frank. "I'll even let you have her mouth. But make her come first. I want to watch my wife come while your tongue is on her pussy and my cock is down her throat."

I have no control, and I relish every second of it.

Frank takes my legs over his shoulder, and then, with two fingers, he fucks me roughly while his tongue does wicked things to my clit and my husband holds my throat, keeping me in place while he thrusts into my mouth.

Our grunts and moans mingle, and all too soon, my first orgasm peaks. When my back arches off the couch, Jay pulls out of me and takes his cock in a vise grip, his eyes locked with mine. He's wearing a look of pure adoration that contradicts the obscene act we're taking part in. He pushes my hair out of my face as the wave hits, sending my body into convulsions.

"The most beautiful woman in the world," he murmurs. As my orgasm wanes, his mouth is on mine again, and he licks across the seam of my lips, seeking entrance.

In a daze, it takes me a moment to realize Frank has moved from the couch. Beside us, the sounds of Frank's zipper and the soft plop of his pants hitting the floor are barely audible over my heaving breaths.

Turning to the commotion, I open my eyes in time to watch him slide his boxers down his thighs, exposing his thick erection. I lick my lips as I stare at what can only be described as a beautiful penis.

Above me, Jay drops his head back and groans. "A fucking piercing. You've got to be kidding me."

I fold my lips in to contain my laughter, but when Frank chuckles, the giggles burst free, racking my body.

Jay presses his cheek to mine, and he tickles me and grumbles, "Wench."

"I still love your cock, baby."

He rolls his eyes. "Oh, now you're giving me a pity compliment. Fuck that." He holds his cock close to my face. "This thing is magnificent. Never heard you complain before."

I laugh and lick my lips, then drop a kiss to the head. "And you never will," I say, focused only on him, hoping he senses my sincerity. "Best husband ever."

"Fucking right I am. Now go suck Frank's cock so I can show you who fucks you better, wife."

I accept his help up, and then I follow Frank to the bed in the corner of Jay's office.

Frank settles against the headboard, his naked body a work of art I don't shy away from. Without hesitation, I crawl up the mattress and between his thighs, knowing my husband is right behind me.

"Ass up, baby," Jay directs.

I crane my neck and roll my eyes. "So bossy."

He lands a swift smack to my ass in reprimand, and I pulse in anticipation of the next one, knowing he's going to punish me for what I do next. With my hands planted on Frank's thighs, I tilt forward and tip my chin, motioning him to meet me halfway. When he complies, gifting me with a searing kiss, I savor the taste of myself and let out a long, loud moan. Another slap hits my opposite cheek, then another and another, disciplining me for kissing someone else.

When I finally pull away, Frank wipes his lips and chuckles. Then he puts his arms behind his head, awaiting my next move. "Your husband might lose his mind if you don't kiss him."

I wink at him and bring myself up on my knees, my back to Jay's front, and kiss him. He moans into my mouth as I bite down on his bottom lip and hold it between my teeth.

"Fuck," Jay mutters when I let go and drop down to face Frank again. With one hand, I circle him. The cool metal of his piercings is a contrast to his smooth, hot skin. Tentatively, I lick up his shaft, pulling a hiss from him. I look back at Jay once more, waiting for possessiveness to mar his face and take over. Waiting for him to stop me. But he watches me like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Like he's enjoying this.

I swallow Frank's cock, sucking him deep and relishing the way they groan in unison. Frank's is full of pleasure, Jay's guttural. Almost like he can't bear to watch it, but he can't bear to stop me. His tongue prods my entrance, then presses inside me, and I moan around Frank's cock.

Our bodies move together. My hips buck as my husband fucks me with his tongue, and Frank's hips rise to thrust into my mouth. It's animalistic and wicked, and I love every second of it. The need inside me threatens to snap as Jay's thick head swipes between my lips and he digs his fingers into the flesh of my hips to hold me in place.

"I want to fuck you while you do that," he says, as if I'll say no.

I preen for him, pressing my ass into him, begging for it. Needing it more with every swallow.

I groan as he presses inside me, and Frank swells inside my mouth at the sound.

The bedding around us should be ablaze. This illicit encounter makes my body burn. "Fuck, baby. You're so tight. I'm beginning to wonder if you can handle what we have planned."

Jay's grunts are matched by Frank's laughter. "She can take it."

With another smack to my ass, Jay growls, "Straddle him, wife."

I still my mouth and my rocking hips at his words, suddenly understanding with clarity what my husband meant when he said they were both going to fuck me.

Searching his gaze, I give a quick shake of my head. "No."

He grasps the back of my neck and pulls me back until his lips are on mine and he's kissing me languidly. Using his tongue, he eases me into the idea that he's somehow turned into a reality.

"Jay, I've never..."

He kisses the words from my mouth. "You've only ever been with me in that way. I know that. And that remains, Kitten. We're doing this together. I promised you everything."

I chuckle against his lips. "Most husbands buy their wives flowers when they have a bad day. You got me a pierced penis."

Frank barks out a laugh. "Don't mind me. The pierced penis over here is just relaxing."

"Don't get too relaxed," I purr as Jay finds my nipple and squeezes.

"There's my girl." He kisses me once more, then pushes me toward Frank. Pressing against my back, my husband leans forward and snags a condom from the bedside table, then tosses it onto the bare chest in front of me. And almost as if they've planned this, the guys switch positions.

When Jay is settled against the headboard, he crooks a finger, motioning for me to climb on top of him. "C'mere, wife."

I crawl up his body and settle over his hips. His thick erection presses against my clit as he positions me where he wants me.

"Have you ever?" I ask Jay as a hint of insecurity runs through me.

He shakes his head and leans up to kiss me. "Another first, Kitten."

I turn to Frank. "How 'bout you?"

He shakes his head, his emerald eyes dancing.

"Phew." I let out an exaggerated breath. "Guess I can't really fuck it up, then, huh?"

Frank barks out a laugh, and one side of Jay's mouth kicks up in a half smirk.

"You're about to take both our cocks in that perfect pussy, wife. Pretty sure you can't screw it up."

Right. I nod, doing my best to psych myself up for this. Here's to burning.

"Lift her up," Jay says.

Suddenly, Frank's hands are on my hips, and he's lifting me onto my husband's cock, and then, as Jay grips my thighs, Frank pushes me down. Pressed between the two, their heat surrounding me, I'm overcome by a hunger that's all consuming. And when Frank pinches my nipple and my husband arches up and sucks it into his mouth, I almost lose it.

"Come here, baby," Jay says, pulling me against his chest as Frank massages the globes of my ass.

"Oh my," I mutter.

Jay's lips meet mine again, and at the same moment I hear the pop of the cap and the distinct sound of lubricant being poured. Frank slides a finger to the spot where my husband is currently fucking me. The added sensation of the cool liquid on Jay's finger made me fist around him. Then he makes a circle with his swipe, stretching me and making Jay and I both groan. Jay pokes his tongue into my mouth, playing with my taste buds. However, it does not deter me from the nearly excruciating feeling that occurs when Frank's thick cock takes the place of his finger. Jay and I both become tense, groaning at the same time as he gradually penetrates me.

"Oh fuck," I sob.

With Jay biting down on my shoulder and Frank circling softly against my back, I am pushed toward taking them both.

The burn is so bad that I hold my breath, bracing myself for pain.

Whispering, Jay says, "Breathe, Kitten." When he plants his palm on my cheek and pricks me with those blue eyes, I am instantly transported back to the present.

When Frank's cock is comfortably nestled inside me and his hips finally make contact with my ass, I take another deep breath.

Jay snarls, "Fuck." "I can feel his piercing."

A burst of laughter explodes from me at the unexpected comment.

Frank silences me by digging his fingers into my hips. "Princess, you're squeezing our cocks so fucking tight. Fuck us before we both come."

My body shudders with his every thrust. And when Jay bucks up into me, meeting him thrust for thrust, my eyes roll back and I convulse around them both. My orgasm rolls through me for what feels like hours. The feel of them both, their hands roaming my body-Frank's on my breasts, then on my ass, and Jay's on my thighs and hips-reignites the inferno inside me and sends sparks flying in all directions.

Orgasms swell inside of me, and my husband fills me while Frank fills the condom-I am not sure where one orgasm ends and another begins-while we both curse as they leave. Frank retreats, and since I do not have his body to support me, I collapse against Jay's chest.

He kisses my forehead and throws his arms around me tightly.