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  Double-Team Her

  Titania Ladley

  Book two in the eXcitation series.

  Miami cop Frank Lyons has moved on with his life yet he continues to harbor a secret addiction to his ex-wife Jazmine, the sexiest and most sought-after stripper in the city. To appease his obsession, he’s nabbed a new girlfriend, stunning and lusty Giovanna.

  When Gio reveals her fantasy of being double-teamed by Frank and another woman, who else to seek out for the hot ménage but Jazmine?

  Yet Gio and Jaz don’t expect their attraction to one another to be so strong, and Frank doesn’t expect to be swept up in the kinky whirlwind the two sex kittens put him through.

  Inside Scoop: Contains GLBT, f/f love scenes.

  An Exotika® contemporary erotica story from Ellora’s Cave

  Double-Team Her

  Titania Ladley

  Chapter One

  “You’re shitting me. Really?” My new girlfriend Giovanna and I had just had a phenomenal orgasmic explosion—well that is if her sexy mewls had been an indication. With her I could have an overwhelming release even in missionary…just like it’d been with Leah, a prior bartender at Puss ’N Tush who’d turned out to be an undercover at my precinct.

  Hell yeah. The sex with Leah had been amazing but in a different way due to my obsession with craving anal all the time, and her fetish with needing to receive it. To top off the intensity of it, we’d then added her ex-husband Ned to our relationship so she could get double-penetrated.

  It had been good while it lasted, the novelty of having a threesome with a woman and a man instead of two women. At first I’d been hesitant since I could feel his cock rubbing against mine and our balls slapping together. But I’d grown used to it, even become addicted to it for a while. Boredom had eventually set in for all three of us right around the same time she’d announced that she and Ned were getting back together and remarrying.

  In truth, sex with my ex-wife Jazmine had been tenfold more hot than it had been in those threesomes with Leah and Ned. But what else was I going to do? Jaz had been forced to leave her stripping job and had married that lawyer asshole Rob. I hadn’t heard from her since.

  So now there was this hottie divorcée Giovanna. God, how I dug her sexy name. Loved to whisper it in her ear right before all my control shattered inside her.

  “No, Frank, I’m not ‘shitting’ you.” She was quite the vision, so damn stunning. A head-turner, the brunette version of Jaz.

  Fuck. Enough, you moron. Jaz is gone. Happily married with a moon-high credit limit, the one thing you couldn’t provide her during your chaotic marriage.

  Now there was Gio, a satisfying replacement and a twenty on a zero-to-ten babe scale.

  Just like Jazmine.

  Goddamn it. Stop bringing her into this.

  I shook that she-demon from my mind and focused on Giovanna. Her dark hair spread around her on the white pillow like the wings of an angel. But Gio was no angel, I could definitely attest to that. She wrapped her arms around me, squeezed on my dick with her pussy muscles and gave me one of those beguiling smiles, one that always got me hard in five seconds flat. Damn but sex with her was incredible. Smokin’ incredible.

  I kissed her delicious mouth and nibbled on her bottom lip. Factor in her tongue and she could do crazy things to my cock. “Oookay, let me get this straight. You want to have a threesome—but with me and a woman instead of a man?”

  “Yes. That’s what I said.” She pushed me away until my penis slid from her warm sheath.

  I sat on the edge of the bed, reached for the glass tumbler on the nightstand and threw back the shot of whiskey. A shudder rippled through my body. It was followed by the usual warmth in my belly and the almost instant beginnings of a pleasant buzz. “Surprises me. Never thought you’d go for anything but men. You’re a maneater. Can’t picture you as a womaneater.”

  Not that I was complaining.

  “I know I’ve never told you before but to be sandwiched between a hard hunk like you and a soft woman could get interesting. Can’t you see? I already know what a man feels like. There were all those men in college—one at a time, mind you—then my ex-husband Nolan, then a few dates after my divorce and now you. So why would I want more men? I can get a man in a snap. I want to try a woman now and see if it has the same effect, see if it turns me on just as much.” She shifted around so her head hung off the bed next to my hip and her hair cascaded to the floor. Her full, tasty tits shifted downward, closer to her collarbones. I shivered when she grabbed my hand and slid it down her belly, guided my finger to her clit.

  A horny gleam lit her dark-brown eyes when she forced my finger through her slit and into her pussy. Nasty stickiness with a mixture of my cum and her juices enclosed my finger.

  “I want to know what it feels like, that’s all.” She shrugged one creamy shoulder, lifted her hips and thrust against my hand. “Ah yes, just imagine having two women. Letting me be the link between you and her. And you teaching me how to please her.”

  My cock had already grown half-hard. How could it not given her new fantasy? While I’d been open to a threesome with Leah and Ned, me and two women had always been my preference.

  Two to one. Me being the one. Hot chicks being the two.

  Yet I had been in the middle.

  I’d tried it a few times ages ago and it had been fantastic. But finding two women in the same place at the same time who were game for it had been a problem. So I’d given up and, one at a time, had banged every single woman who’d come along. The beautiful ones. The high-class unattainable ones who were picky about their men. According to all these women I had that special “it”—the supposed good looks and charm and talent in bed—that got their blood racing and their pussies getting all wet and warm.

  Though at Puss ’N Tush most women were already participating in “relationships”. And I’d had no interest in joining in on the usual orgies that went on there. No, I’d haunted that place before it had closed down because of one thing, one person.

  Jazmine.

  But I’d heard the place had reopened.

  Maybe Gio and I could pay for an hour in the party room with one of the new strippers…

  “Come here, you gorgeous nympho.” I slid my arm under her hips, lay down and rolled her on top of me so her pussy perched over my mouth and her mouth over my dick. The scent of her sex mixed with my cum wafted around my face. I inhaled, held it in my lungs as if I’d just taken a drag off a joint. I’d grown to love the smells of our lovemaking, to crave it. To taste it. My lower stomach quickened and my cock tingled. I flicked my tongue back and forth over her rigid knot. The bittersweet flavor of our cream burst on my tongue.

  She moaned and sucked one of my balls into her mouth. Her hand slid between us and grasped my penis. She stroked it while she released one side of my balls and sucked the other into her mouth. Her teeth scraped my flesh with gentle care, her tongue circled that half of my tightening scrotum.

  The sensations of her nipples grazing my stomach and her mouth doing those talented things between my legs made fire blaze through my loins. I hissed, drew my legs up and planted my feet on the bed.

  “Ah baby, you know what I want. Do it.” Her pussy muffled my voice. I slid my tongue into her vagina, my nose near her tight, fragrant asshole.

  She released me and reached for the lube on the nightstand, causing her cunt to move away from me momentarily. Anticipation for what was to come made my cock stiffen to a full hard-on.

  Her voice turned breathy, the way it always did when she knew a good orgasm loomed close. “Yes. Oh yes. Believe me I’m going to do it all right.”

  The sounds of the cap flipping open and the lube squirting from the tube made me salivate and my asshole cons
trict. She reached behind her, slathered a small amount on my fingers. Her right finger dipped into the blotch of lube in her left palm. She rolled the finger around until it became coated from tip to knuckle.

  I wrapped my arms around her hips and drew her cunt to my mouth. She screamed in pleasure, rested her lubed hands palms up on the bed and sucked my cock into her mouth. This was the way it always went when we were in the mood for sixty-nine. From my initial eating her pussy to get her going to the near-suspense of the lube preparation and then her brief sucking of my cock for foreplay.

  It never took long from start to finish.

  She wedged her hand in between us and slathered the slickness on her big tits. Her other hand arced around my thigh until she located my anus. The circling of my hole sent jolts of pleasure through my loins. I licked her clit and mimicked her move—found her asshole with my slippery finger. The berry scent of the gel made my eyes roll back in my head and I licked my lips before returning my tongue to her pussy.

  She pulled my balls back into her mouth and sank just the tip of her finger in my ass. I did the same to her. She moved in a rocking motion so her pussy rubbed over my face and her tits stroked my cock. A tit fuck, one of my favorite things for her to do to me.

  That and the ass play.

  “Mm, Giovanna, you’re making me crazy. I’m almost there.”

  “Me too, me too. Oh god, it’s—” She licked and nipped at my balls, rubbed her boobs faster up and down my dick, intensifying the ache in my groin and ass. “Do it. Sink it in.”

  I was ready too, no doubt about it. The first waves of pleasure took hold. “Fuck my ass. Now. Now before I—” Our lubed fingers plunged deep into each other’s holes. We screwed in piston-style motions. The stimulation of my prostrate shoved me over the edge. The climaxes like this were always mind-blowing.

  Gio’s wild she-cat response resonated in the room. She growled, ground her pussy over my face and made backward thrusting motions until my finger disappeared to the knuckle inside her. The ripples of her release massaged my finger. Her muffled screams as she attempted to keep my balls in her mouth and continue the rhythm, finger-fucking my asshole, had to be the hottest thing I’d ever experienced in my entire life.

  Except for sex with Jaz.

  Damn you. Stop with the Jaz shit.

  When we came down from our high and collapsed in fits of wheezing and “Jesus” and “wow” comments, I smacked her ass.

  She jolted to a sitting position. “Ow.”

  “You have the sexiest ass.” I rubbed at the pink handprint on her rump. “Now. How about we get a shower, get a bite to eat, head out and go on the prowl, search for that other woman?”

  Gio glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “Now?” She spun around until she lay flat on my stomach. Her lips grazed and sucked my mouth. “Don’t you think it’s kind of late for that?”

  “Uh, no.” I sat up and eased her to the bed. “In fact I think I have just the right place we can go to set your fantasy in motion.”

  I wasn’t sure how it would feel to walk back in there and not see Jaz, but Gio had proposed a tempting scenario about adding a woman to our bed with Gio in the middle. What better place than the club to find the perfect chick?

  Her eyes gleamed with mischief and anticipation. “Really? Where?”

  I rose from the bed, reached for her hand and led her toward the bathroom. “A crazy sex club and strip joint. You’re absolutely not going to believe your eyes. And if there’s any place in this whole goddamn world where we can find that woman you crave, it’s Puss ’N Tush. We’ll find someone so scorchin’, you’ll have the best first-woman experience of your life.”

  Chapter Two

  I twirled around the pole and played with my clit. It did nothing for me. Not even my vibrator could get me off lately but I gave what I hoped was an alluring pout at the heavyset man waving a twenty-dollar bill. He leered at me and a chill of disgust rippled up my spine.

  God how I hated this job here at Miami Beach’s Puss ’N Tush nightclub. It had reopened with a new owner Clive Greville following the arrest and conviction of the previous asshole owner Tito “Sawshark” Faggini. From the gossip I’d heard around the club Clive and Tito had been business associates in the past. Like a fool, Tito had laundered drug money through the club and been caught by undercover cops. Now that Tito was in prison Clive had taken over and had allegedly kept the scams alive.

  Really, they should’ve just burned the place down after all that mess with Tito.

  Yet here I stood humping the pole as if it were some huge cock I tried to get hard.

  Why had I agreed to take my job back? Why oh why?

  What I knew for sure was that it wasn’t because Clive had offered me a base salary in addition to my hefty tips. He and his management weren’t idiots by any means. I lured droves of customers in due to my local fame of being the most sought-after stripper in Miami Beach. A salary for me was worth it to them, an investment that would gain them huge returns.

  Still, it wasn’t the money that had made me accept the job. No. Money wasn’t an issue for me at all, not like it used to be with my first husband Frank Lyons. We’d scrimped to get by. I sighed. Okay, so the massive debt had been because of me and my shopping addiction. I could admit that now since, according to my divorce lawyer, I’d soon be sitting on a tidy settlement from my second husband—upcoming ex-husband—Rob. A seasoned lawyer.

  A lawyer with tons of money, half of which would soon be mine.

  So my decision to come back here and work baffled me. The love-hate relationship seemed similar to what I’d had with certain lovers in the past. Same as it had been with Frank. Funny. Here he was a cop and I practically whored myself. He’d disregarded it in order to be with me after our divorce.

  I wonder where he is these days.

  Huh. Maybe I’d come back here in hopes of seeing him walk through that door again?

  Nah, that wouldn’t happen. Rumor had it he’d dropped out of this kinky scene when I’d married Rob after that night here at the club. I’d heard from one of the bartenders that he’d taken up with an undercover cop who’d worked here for a bit and had contributed to putting Tito behind bars. Someone named Cindy. Or was it Sandy or something similar?

  Oh well. It didn’t matter. The post-divorce planned encounters with Frank and I had ended following Rob’s discovery in one of the back party rooms when Frank and I were having one of our unbelievable rendezvous. Frank’s cock had been centimeters from entering my ass when Rob had burst in and dragged me home.

  Sex with Frank had always been magnificent. He could get me hot in ways Rob never could.

  I slid downward with my back to the pole. My long hair covered my chest, my nipples poking through the strands to tempt and draw money from the gawking customers.

  What a jerk of a husband Rob had turned out to be. Controlling, selfish and jealous as hell. But I’d hung on for a couple of months so I could divorce him and wring a decent settlement out of him.

  I palmed my breasts and tweaked the areolas, circled my tongue around my red-painted lips. The crowd whooped and roared. After the emcee had introduced me for my spotlight appearance, the seats spoked around the stage had filled in no time and the swarm behind them had packed in elbow-to-elbow.

  I snorted. Pussy to dick, ass to dick more like it.

  Losers. All of them. Why couldn’t they just stay home and get some from their partners, wives or whomever?

  I gyrated and finger-fucked myself while scanning the room. The ogling and cheers of my fans faded into the far-off distance while I took in all the illicit activities.

  A group of three couples sat at a long table crowded with cocktails. They clinked glasses and passed around a joint. Their topless female companions hiked up their skirts and took turns straddling and bouncing on each man.

  Not far off a thin man went down on one knee and sucked the cock of a seated buff dude. A third man lay on the edge of the dance floor, tongued the head-
bobber’s ass and jerked himself off. Ugh. This place made me sick. It bored me so fucking much.

  But then I caught sight of two naked women on a leather sofa in the lounge area. Their curvy bodies were twisted together in a sixty-nine, reminding me of a soft, tasty pretzel. I wondered what that would feel like. My mouth watered, and to my surprise my loins stirred.

  What?

  Other than teasing some customers around the bar or in one of the back rooms to wring money out of them and partially fulfill a couple’s fantasies, I’d never been with a woman like that before. I’d certainly not put my mouth on a female customer’s pussy or allowed a man—with the exception of Frank—to penetrate me in this crazy place. There’d also been a little onstage foreplay with a few of the strippers to up the tips but that was as far as it’d gone. Most of the strippers here engaged in girl-on-girl play in their personal lives too—even all-out sex—but it had never interested me.

  Before now anyway.

  Maybe I should give it a try?

  Nah, I really missed Frank. Frank’s scrumptious cock was what I longed for.

  I squinted my eyes and searched through the smoky room toward the door where more patrons filed in. Men, women, transvestites, dykes, you name it. They all came to fuck on the dance floor, snort a line of cocaine, engage in threesomes and foursomes and more in the corner, at the bar, wherever their horny genitals led them.

  But most came to see me.

  Whatever. It used to make my ego swell but not now. I needed something more in my life yet I couldn’t pinpoint it.

  Damn my feet hurt in these stupid stilettoes. I slithered around the pole and got on all fours to relieve the pressure on the blisters, crawled toward Mr. Gag-Me Twenty Dollars and let my bare breasts dangle and sway. He ogled my tits and licked the drool from his mouth.

  “Baby, you are so fucking hot.” His voice sounded nasally and gruff. He swiped the back of his hand across the sweat on his upper lip and inhaled snot into his sinuses.