by Jacob Chance
I place both of my hands on her hips and gently urge her forward. She takes small steps in her sexy heels until we’re in the corner, facing the back wall. “Are you wet now?” I nuzzle my nose along the curve of her ear. “Are your juices dripping out along your slit?” She nods, and my fingers skim down over her hip to tease her silky thigh at the bottom of her dress.
Our hips are still moving in tandem and the motion of her curvy little ass against my cock has me ready to burst. I clench my teeth and take a deep breath. Control is paramount for me in all things. She’s the first person, the first thing, who’s tested me to this degree.
“I want to make you come,” I whisper in her ear. She doesn’t react. “Tell me I can push my fingers in your slippery little cunt and make you explode.” The sexiest little moan expels from her lips. “No one will see what we’re doing. It’s just you and me, precious girl.”
“Yes, please.” Her voice is breathy in anticipation of what I’m about to do. I can barely fucking breathe as I think of what her slick, little pussy is going to feel like squeezing my fingers.
I slowly slide my hand around to the inside of her thigh and then grip it hard. My fingers dig in and she trembles. “Do you like not knowing who’s going to make you come harder than you ever have before?” I pinch the bottom of her earlobe between my teeth. She nods her head. I cup her breast with my other hand. “Say it. Use your words, precious.”
“Yes,” she moans. My fingers hook under her thong, yanking it aside, exposing her pussy for my touch. I slide two fingers inside her tight heat and growl in her ear. “Fuck.” She rides my fingers as I pump them inside her. I picture what her perfect pussy looks like and wish I could see it. Someday soon I will.
When my thumb circles her clit, she quivers against me and gasps. I squeeze my eyes shut and fight for control as I pinch her clit between my fingers. I purposely squeeze it too hard and she jumps. “Easy, precious girl. Pain is pleasure. Someday you’ll realize that.”
I gently roll her clit between my fingers. She settles back against me in total submission. I press biting kisses up her neck, and her breathing picks up speed. She’s close. I wiggle my fingers inside her and hit the spot that’s going to push her over the fucking edge. She rocks on my hand and leans her head back on my chest in complete surrender as she trembles through her orgasm. It’s so fucking hot to know in this moment I own her. The power is heady.
Her pussy is so wet the come might be dripping out of her. She’s probably soaking the dance floor. That thought is enough to almost make me lose it. Fuck. Soon, she’ll sit on my face and all her juices will drip down my throat. My teeth gnash together at the thought.
I can’t wait until I can bury my cock inside her. I’m going to fuck her so hard in every fucking hole she has. I’m going to make her beg for my cock - to taste it - to suck it - to ride it - and beg me to be fucked by it. She’s going to fucking beg me repeatedly.
I slip my fingers out of her and lift them to my mouth. I need to know what her come tastes like. I slide them between my lips and groan when her sweetness hits my taste buds. She’s motherfucking delicious, just like I knew she’d be.
“Your pussy tastes better than I imagined it would.” I press my body against her back and wrap my hand around her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my fingertips. “I want you to think about me when you’re alone in your bed at night,” I whisper in her ear. “I want you to think about how my fingers owned your cunt, precious girl. I want you to imagine that it’s me touching you and I want you to make yourself come.”
“Yes,” she whispers back, and I release her from my arms. I step back and quickly move away before she sees who I am. I smile as I head toward the exit. All her self-induced orgasms will belong to me. Soon she’ll officially be mine and I’ll be making her scream my name out with pleasure and with pain as she comes over and over again. I can’t wait to introduce her to new things. Once I have her, I’m never letting her go.
Soon there will be no secrets between us.
Chapter Three
Derek
Carrying Kenna back to our room isn’t necessary, she’s walking there on her own two sexy as sin legs. I watch them all the way down the hallway, watch her place one foot in front of the other. The muscles in the back of her calves flexing with every step. I love having those sexy legs wrapped around my head when I feast on her. Jesus. I’m hard as a rock just from watching her walk. I’ve got it bad.
She stops in front of the door to our suite. I move in until I’m crowding her. I walk her forward until her cheek is pressed against the cool aluminum of the door. She gasps and rests her hands on either side of her head.
“Good girl, Leoncita.” I keep my voice low. “I’m going to make you come and you’re not going to make a sound.” I drop to my knees behind her and pull her hips back. I press on the inside of her knees and she widens her stance, spreading her legs for me. I push the tight skirt of her dress up to her hips. I’m surprised when I find she’s not wearing any panties, and it’s all I can do to keep myself from burying my cock inside her, right now.
There’s nothing I like better than getting my face right in her pussy and sucking all her juices into my mouth. I love the hot, soft feeling of her lips on my tongue and the little ball of her clit as I pull it between my lips.
Her breaths pick up pace when my tongue teases her opening. My fingers dig into her hips and hold her still as I lick along her slit.
The sound of a door shutting has my eyes flicking to the side to see who it is. I don’t stop what I’m doing though. I can’t. I’m going to make her come, and at this point I don’t really care if someone sees us.
A young guy in his early twenties stops about fifteen feet from us and leans his shoulder against the wall. He smirks and settles in to watch. I’m surprised that the thought of him seeing Kenna’s naked ass doesn’t have me yelling at him to get lost.
I attack her clit with more ferocity wanting to make her come quickly and show this young buck how it’s done. A soft moan falls from her lips as she trembles through her release.
She gasps when she opens her eyes and notices the dude watching us with his hard cock in hand. I don’t pay him any mind, only my girl and what a lucky bastard I am to be the one she belongs to - the one about to own her pussy.
The button on my pants is open by the time I’m standing. I lean in and whisper in her ear as I unzip my pants. “Just relax and go with this. I want you to think about what I’m doing to you and how hot it must look to him.” She nods her head and closes her eyes. I pull her hips toward me, arching her back and the enticing curves of her ass make me groan. I slide the head of my cock along her slit, back and forth and then thrust all the way inside her. I pause for a moment. God her pussy feels amazing. Every time I’m buried inside her it’s better than the last. I pump in and out of her, my pace is fast. I’m not going to last long. I slap her tempting ass and leave my handprint on her. The red mark screams mine. I want to tattoo it there. This ass is mine. This pussy is mine. She’s mine. I pound into her harder and deeper, gripping her hair with one hand.
“Yes, fuck me,” she whispers.
“Is this my pussy?” I squeeze her clit between my fingers.
“Yes,” she moans thrusting her ass back as I push forward. Her pussy squeezes my cock when she comes on it.
“Goddamn right it is. It’s always going to be mine.” I growl as I slam into her. I bite her neck as my orgasm hits me hard and fast. Resting my head on her shoulder, my breaths are harsh and ragged as they leave me. “I love you,” I whisper and place a gentle kiss just below her ear.
Our voyeur groans, and I ignore the fact the dude just got off.
By the time, we begin to fix our clothing he’s gone. I don’t want Kenna to be uncomfortable with what happened, so I’m glad he didn’t stick around and make things awkward. It’s not something I plan on making a habit of. I’m going to chalk it up to a combination of too much liquor and being in Sin City.
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It’s eleven-thirty the next morning, when we sit down to breakfast with the rest of the gang. We’re in one of the restaurants located at the hotel. We’re all dressed casually so we fit right in at the Golden Egg with its relaxed atmosphere. Works for me. I don’t wear anything but jeans, unless I must.
Once the waitress has taken all our orders I settle back in my seat. “We want to thank you all for coming on this trip with us. We’re so excited you guys are all going to be a part of our wedding.” I take a sip of my water. My throat is dry and having to say a few heartfelt words isn’t helping any. “You being here means the world to us and we’ll never forget it.” I glance at Kenna sitting next to me, and she smiles.
“What he said.” She gestures at me and giggles.
“I still can’t believe you guys are actually tying the knot and before Kyle and I.” Janny shakes her head and fake pouts at Kyle, before giggling. “Seven years is a long time to wait to marry someone. You guys deserve to be happy.” She picks up her glass of water. “I want to propose a toast. To Kenna and Derek. May your marriage be one filled with happiness, good times, and great sex.”
“Here, here,” I say as I hold up my water glass. I take a sip, return it to the table and glance around at all our friends. Everyone’s so happy for Kenna and me. I wonder if any of them ever thought we’d end up together?
“What’s the plan today?” Josh asks. Elle casts an annoyed glare at him from the seat next to his. I grin, imagining her kicking him under the table. Those two are an inevitable explosion waiting to happen. It’s going to be fun to sit back and watch it unfold.
“I thought we should check out the casinos this afternoon, and then tonight I bought the ladies tickets for Thunder from Down Under.” The girls squeal excitedly - and predictably.
“You’re the best,” Kenna whispers in my ear and kisses me on the cheek. I wrap my arm around her and pull her into my side. I kiss the top of her head and breathe in the clean, fresh scent of her soft hair. My chest aches and I rub my hand over it. I’m the luckiest guy in the world. I get to fall asleep with her in my arms every night and wake up the same way.
“I also got tickets for the three of us to go to a burlesque show tonight.”
“Hell yeah. That’s what I’m talking about. Equal opportunity and all that shit,” Josh holds his fist out for me to bump.
Kyle laughs. “Easy there, young buck,” he directs at Josh before looking at me. “Maybe we shouldn’t take junior here with us.” He gestures with his head toward Josh. “He might try to jump up on stage and cop a feel.” Laughter erupts, and Josh fights the smile that wants to break free.
“I’m going to see titties.” He opens his eyes comically wide and rubs his hands together in feigned glee.
“Yeah, I’m sure it’s been a while,” Elle snidely interjects. “Janny’s are probably the last ones you saw,”
“Hey!” Janny shouts at Elle. “Leave me and my boobs out of this.”
Kyle wraps his arm around Janny’s shoulder. “Yes, let’s not discuss anyone else seeing my fiancé naked. Besides, Josh and I have an agreement. He promised to never think about her that way again, and I won’t kick his ass for actually knowing what she looks like naked.” His eyes swing to him. “Right, Josh?”
Josh nods his head. “That period is all a blur,” he jokes before he turns to Elle beside him. “It’s good to know you’re so concerned about my sex life, but you don’t need to be. I’ve got it taken care of.” He picks up his coke and takes a sip.
“Yeah, I bet you’ve got it taken care of,” Elle comments and makes a jerking off motion with her hand. I can’t hold in the laugh and get a dirty look from Josh.
“You’ll hop on any dick within five feet of you,” Josh snaps at Elle. “I don’t really think that’s something you should be proud of. I prefer quality over quantity.”
An awkward silence looms over the table. Elle’s face flushes and she narrows her eyes at Josh. Is this what it was like being around Kenna and I for all those years? Jesus. I don’t think I can take it. I’m going to lock these two in a room together and not let them leave until they fuck it out.
“Lana, how are you doing?” I ask, hoping to change the subject and include her in the conversation. She’s just been sitting here, her big eyes taking it all in. Her expressive features show surprise when I call her name. She rubs her lips together and primly clasps her hands on the table in front of her like she’s at school.
“I’m good, thanks. Happy to be here.” She smiles, fidgeting in her seat, looking down, then up at me, then away. You can tell a lot about people just from watching them, and watching Lana always tells me the same thing. She doesn’t like to be the center of attention. Every group has roles and dynamics. Ours is no different. Some people are members, staying out of the fray and letting the bigger personalities shine. Lana is happy to be part of the gang, and she’s good at it. Valued.
As an employee, she goes above and beyond, and she’s sharp as a whip. She was so nervous when I interviewed her for the job at K.D. Investigations. She sat in the chair in front of my desk, both hands clutching the armrests like it was going to come alive and buck her out of it.
“Tell me why you moved to Boston?” I asked. Her throat bobbed, nervously.
“I wanted a fresh start, and I like the history of Massachusetts.”
“Did you want a fresh start in general, or did you want a fresh start from someone?” Her eyebrows rose and her large eyes seemed to get even larger, reminding me of an owl.
“I wanted a fresh start in a new place with no reminders of my past,” she candidly answered.
I nodded my head and spun my pen from finger to finger as I studied her face. “Is your past going to come looking for you?” I needed to know if she was running from some dude. I planned on hiring her and wanted to be prepared.
“No, I’m only running from what’s in here.” She tapped the side of her head. I couldn’t fault her for that. I was no stranger to running from the demons in my head.
Chapter Two
Janny
“Whoo!” I cringe as Elle screams right next to my ear. The guys on stage all have chiseled abs and stellar dance moves, but my stomach has been churning wildly for the past thirty minutes and if I don’t get to the bathroom I’m going to lose my dinner in front of the entire audience.
When I stand, my chair scrapes the floor. Elle’s head swings in my direction, but I don’t look at her. I rush to the ladies’ room clutching my stomach as if that’s going to help the wave of nausea that’s rising. The stall door slams against the frame as everything I’ve eaten today spews out. Gross, I hate to vomit. It keeps coming until there’s nothing left. My gags echo in the empty bathroom. I rise and balance on my shaky legs. I’m hot and sweaty. My damp hair clings to my sweat soaked forehead. I place the side of my head against the cool metal of the side wall and catch my breath.
I stand there for a few minutes, until I regain my strength. When I step out, Elle is waiting, arms crossed, leaning back against the sink.
I hesitate for a moment and then walk over to the one next to her. Avoiding her knowing gaze, I wash my hands and rinse out my mouth. Once I’ve dried my hands, I know I can’t put this off any longer.
“How long have you known?” she asks in a frosty tone. My eyes stare into her brown unyielding ones begging her to understand. Why can’t she make this easy for me?
“I took a test yesterday morning. Kyle was at work, and it said the results were the most accurate when you first wake up.” I bite on my bottom lip. “He doesn’t know yet. I’m scared to tell him.”
My eyes fill with tears even though I try to fight them off. “What if he doesn’t want this baby? We talked about having a family someday, but not yet. We’ve had to deal with so much already. I’m afraid this is too much too soon.” I wipe away the tear that rolls down my cheek.
Elle steps toward me and pulls me into her arms. “He’s not going to be upset. He loves you, and he’ll lo
ve this baby as soon as you tell him.” She pats my back, and I continue to cry out my worry. “But you need to tell him Janny.” I nod my head and step back.
I walk over to the mirror to clean the tears and makeup from my cheeks. When I’ve done as much as I can, I turn around to face Elle. “Thanks for being you. You always say what I need to hear.”
Elle rolls her eyes and grabs my hand. “Come on, there are hot, wet, half naked men on stage. I need some new spank bank material.”
The dancing guys on stage keep my mind off my impending conversation with Kyle. It’s only as we’re leaving the building and I see him standing on the sidewalk with Derek and Josh that the nerves hit me again. He always seems larger than life to me with his impressive height and broad shoulders. A large smile breaks out across his handsome face when he sees me. My stomach flutters from a combination of happiness and worry. I send a smile his way and hope he can’t see that something’s off. He’s relentless when he thinks I’m hiding something from him. I’m not ready for one hundred questions right now. I know I need to tell him and the sooner the better.
“Hey, baby.” He holds his hand out and when I take it he pulls me into his strong arms. I press my cheek against his chest and will myself not to cry. I want to break down and tell him I’m pregnant now. It’s so hard for me to keep something from him. Especially, something this life changing.
“Hi, I missed you.” I place my chin on his chest and look up into his whiskey colored eyes. “Can we go back to our room and enjoy some time to ourselves?”
“You know I like the sound of that.” He raises an eyebrow. “Did the guys in the show get you all worked up?”
I jokingly slap him on his chest. “No, my sexy fiancé has me worked up.”
