Triple Play by B. J. Wane Page A

black heels that made her legs look like they went on forever. When she opened the door to greet Mac promptly at seven thirty, the slow perusal and instant lust in his eyes told her she had chosen her attire well.
    “Damn, Ella, are you sure you’re not going to fall out of that thing.” His eyes rested on her ample breasts that were spilling out the sides of the halter in an enticing, mouth watering display.
    Ella managed to grin ruefully while blushing. “No, I’m not. I’ve never worn this before and didn’t realize how small the top was. Do you know how hard it is to find clothes in a size six, yet fit a size D bust?”
    She sounded so disgruntled he couldn’t help smiling. “No, I can honestly say I don’t know how difficult that would be.” Grabbing her hand, he pulled her out the door, shut and locked it for her, and tugged her towards his car. “You can tell me about it on the way to the club.”
    Mac opened the passenger door of a remodeled, thirty year old mustang that fit him to a tee. He drove it for pleasure, saving his Cherokee for work.
    Settling into the leather seat, she slid her seatbelt on, asking, “Did you do this yourself?”
    Mac watched the way she caressed the grey leather as he got behind the wheel and felt his cock twitch in response. It was a damn good thing he had come prepared to fuck her tonight; otherwise, he would leave her here and say the hell with suffering through an evening of temptation. “She took me three years. The longest I’ve ever been with a girl.”
    “Well, I think she’s a keeper.”
    “Yeah, me too,” he agreed, reminding himself they were talking about the car as she crossed those long legs, revealing an enticing length of thigh.
    Legends was crowded, as usual for a Saturday night, but Mac was a well known regular and had no trouble getting in quickly and finding a small secluded table in the far corner of the room. Ella waved to Cathy, the bartender, as he escorted her by the bar and through the mob of gyrating bodies. “What would you like?” he asked after she slid into the small booth. “It’ll be faster if I go up and get it.”
    Ella ordered white wine and watched him walk away enjoying the view of his backside in those tight jeans. An inch or two taller than Sam, Mac’s build was leaner with wiry muscles instead of bulging. She found the contrast exciting and couldn’t wait to compare the rest of him with his friend. She knew she would find neither man lacking in physical appeal.
    Mac returned with their drinks, but the loud music didn’t allow for much conversation. Ella enjoyed watching the people, especially the dancers, as well as leaning against Mac’s hard body. His left arm was draped across the back of the booth, resting on her bare shoulders, and his mouth was currently licking a path from her ear down her neck. Her nipples tightened instantly making her want him so badly her hand practically shook as she raised her glass to her lips. The blatant sexuality going on in the room only spurred her libido higher. Just as she saw a man bare his dance partner’s breast, Mac’s lips latched on to hers in a hard, demanding kiss.
    Ella opened her mouth, accepting his tongue and his hand inside her dress simultaneously. Closing her eyes on a groan, she leaned into him, her arm looping around his neck as she pushed her breast into his hand, needing, dying for more. She shuddered as he pinched her nipple hard, and she just knew there was going to be a damp spot on the seat from her seeping cunt.
    “You like that,” Mac stated as he bit her ear lobe.
    “Yes,” she breathed into his ear. “Do it again.”
    “I give the orders, baby, not you,” he said with a smile as he slowly pulled out of her dress. “Dance with me.” Grabbing her hand, he pulled her up and onto the dance floor without waiting for a reply.
    Mac pulled her close for the slow dance, and she instantly felt his hard cock against her stomach. Ella decided to tease him a