Free Xtreme by Ruby Laska Page A

aware of voices, men cheering and calling for more.
    She was on display for all of them, not just Daniel—but most of all Ricardo. This was his show and it was abundantly clear that he was enjoying it. His hands cupped her ass and then slid up to the dress bunched at her waist. Being touched by two men was unlike any sexual experience Chelsea had ever imagined, and when his fingers grasped the fabric and pushed it upward, she lifted her arms overhead.
    Daniel stepped back to allow Ricardo to pull the dress all the way off—and then she was naked, save for her high heels and the collar that encircled her neck. Without Ricardo standing behind her, she wouldn’t have been able to continue standing; her legs were like jelly and her entire body vibrated with arousal.
    For a moment, she thought about what she was doing—naked in a bar full of very questionable men, practically begging to be publicly fucked. It didn’t add up to any concept of herself that Chelsea had ever had, and some short-circuit must have occurred in her brain because the hesitation dissolved and she was reduced to trembling, dripping lust.
    Ricardo slid one hand around her, splaying his strong fingers on her stomach, then sliding them leisurely down to cover her mound. Daniel’s face was only inches from hers, and his own hand was on his cock, massaging it through his fabric. A thin sheen of perspiration lined his face. His lips were parted, his eyes glazed, but he didn’t back down, didn’t look intimidated.
    Ricardo ran his fingers up and down her pussy and then opened her gently, separating her lips, slicking her moisture all over her inner thighs.
    â€œShe was born this way,” he said conversationally. “Her care is a tremendous responsibility. She needs to climax like other people need to breathe. Go ahead, give her some relief. You may not kiss her, however, because she loves only me.”
    He spoke quietly, so no one but Daniel and she could hear over the chorus of cheering and lewd catcalls. Several of the men had left their barstools to come form a ring around them. Had she been alone with them, Chelsea would have been terrified. But with Ricardo there, she felt—
    As if to test her sense of security, one of the men stumbled forward. “I’ll fuck her if you don’t want to do the job,” he said. “Lemme at her.”
    Ricardo’s hand shot out so fast there was no way the man could have seen it coming, but his head cracked against a table on the way down and he hit the floor like a sack of grain, out cold. “Get him out of here,” Ricardo said coldly, not bothering to look at the crowd—and instantly the oaf was dragged away by two of the others.
    Daniel quirked one eyebrow up, gazing at her intently. “It’s my honor to help,” he said, and she knew he was speaking to both of them…and then his hand was on her where Ricardo’s had been.

CHAPTER EIGHT
    His touch was different than Ricardo’s, the shape of his hand unfamiliar. For a moment he merely explored, gently limning the edges of her lips, tracing a finger up to her swollen clit and circling it. His fingers were rougher than Ricardo’s, and the calluses abraded her skin in an unfamiliar way. Chelsea rocked against him, learning his touch as he teased her.
    Then, without warning, he slid his finger inside her, and she cried out with guttural satisfaction. He stroked, his finger moving in and out, watching her intently the whole time.
    â€œShe likes two fingers, or three if you don’t mind,” Ricardo said mildly. His arms supported her, one kneading her ass, one holding her against him.
    â€œIt’s no trouble,” Daniel said, his voice throaty and breathless, and he jammed two more fingers inside her. Her juices rushed out, spilling over his hand, and he laughed quietly…and resumed fucking her, his thumb gently circling her clit.
    Chelsea rode his hand, no longer