Page 25 of Diesel

I moved closer to Trixie. “Take your clothes off,” I said.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Fuck you.”

I grabbed Trixie by the neck and shoved her against the wall. I was sure she could probably kick my ass, but the look of surprise in her eyes prevented that from happening.

“I said, take your clothes off.”

I reached between us and unfastened Trixie’s jeans. She pushed them to her ankles and kicked them away.

“Now, the panties,” I said.

She shimmied from the panties, and I glanced down to find a perfectly smooth-shaven pussy. I turned Trixie around so that she was facing the open doorway. I lifted her shirt off and unsnapped her bra, tossing both aside.

“So, you go both ways,” Trixie said. “I guess we both have secrets.” She turned her head. “Wait a second. You, Wendy, and Carmen.”

“On the bed,” I said.

Trixie climbed onto the bed, the shitty smile on her face making me wish I’d not started something I knew I couldn’t finish. But I didn’t particularly appreciate being egged on.

“Do Beast and Diesel know you swing both ways?” Trixie laughed.

I stood at the end of the bed, unsure of what to do next. I’d moved into a corner and didn’t know how to get out. Trixie spread her legs and laid her hand between them. She parted her glistening lips.

“Like what you see?” Trixie asked. “Oh, I get it. You’re scared. All fucking talk and no action. I bet Diesel would. Bet he’d lick my cunt clean.”

There was that word. Used by a woman. “Keep going,” I said. “No, wait. I get it now. You tried to fuck Diesel, and he wouldn’t do it. Now, you’re all pissed off and trying to get back at him by fucking me.” It was my turn to laugh. “Basically, I have something you can’t.”

Trixie moved with cat-like speed, springing at me from the bed. We rolled around on the floor, pulling hair and clawing until I found myself on top of her, pinning her arms above her head. She raised her head and kissed my left nipple, sending a tingling sensation straight between my legs. She kissed the other nipple, and the same thing happened. Fuck, I enjoyed what she was doing.

“I knew you’d like it,” Trixie said. “They always do.”

I couldn’t move my lips. I didn’t know what to say. I sat back, releasing her arms, my pussy against hers. I was fucking terrified.

Trixie looked between us. “You’re wet, Gigi. Don’t fight something we both know you want.”

“I don’t want it; it would be cheating on Diesel. I’m not going to do it without his permission.” I knew I should have rolled away, but something made me stay where I was. I wanted to see what would happen next.

“Does he own you?” Trixie asked softly. “I’d bet my career on him wanting to watch us. Hell, I’m sure he’d want to join us.”

“No,” I said, knowing that was not true. Diesel did own me. I couldn’t deny that. I also couldn’t deny he wouldn’t want to join us. What man would pass up a threesome?

“Kiss me,” Trixie said. “Just once. See if you like that the way you like sitting on me the way you are.”

“What’re you doing, Trixie?”

She rested her hands on my thighs. Her touch, soft, made me shudder with desire.

“Why fight it, Gigi?”

“Because I care about Diesel.”

Trixie held my breasts, her thumbs moving back and forth across my nipples. If I told the truth, it would be that I wanted her. She raised her hips, our pussies pressed together. It f made me swallow hard, want and desire clouding my head.

“If it’s what you want, G, you can do it.”

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