by Piper Denna
“Oh, baby,” David said above her.
Britt was making porn-guy sounds now.
“I think it’s your turn.” She got up to her knees and kissed him along his bearded jaw. “You want me to finish this, or…”
He shook his head. “I’ve got some Lay-Techs too.” He rummaged in his shorts pocket, tore open a packet, and rolled the condom down while she rubbed those tight, hairless balls. He pulled her back onto him like she was nothing–those huge muscles were good for more than looking at. Straddling him, she eased down over his cock. It didn’t feel much smaller, definitely wasn’t shorter. She arched her back to press her clit against his base, and give him access to her spot. He kissed her neck where it met her shoulder, then sucked as she settled onto him, rocking her pelvis to rub in all the right places. His body stiffened under hers, then he thrust, taking her by surprise. “Baby, oh, fuck.” He lifted her up and down by the hips, thrusting at the same time, his lips still latched onto her neck. Fast, faster, then he pulled her down hard and teeth joined lips at her shoulder while he came, growling, shuddering, clutching.
She’d wanted to see his face when he came, maybe look into his eyes. Instead, she looked over at Britt, whose eyes rolled back in his head as his body stiffened and he let out a huge breath. Probably lost his wad in his pants. Which turned her on, even if it shouldn’t.
David finally relaxed his arms, released his teeth, his cock still pulsing inside her. “Fuck. Sorry.” His fingers brushed her neck, which stung just a little.
Hmm. His love bite was directly opposite the one Britt had left, just on the other side of her collarbone. He’d left his mark, too, and she’d never forget him.
* * * *
“Um.” David rubbed Vic’s back and sighed. “I better go clean up.”
Yes, the condom, Brett mused. They hadn’t dealt with those in a long time.
She nodded and kissed his neck, then dismounted. Hopefully everything wouldn’t get awkward now.
His gaze met Vic’s as David disappeared into the loo. She smiled and sauntered over to him. “Are you happy now?” she asked as she straddled him.
“Happy, yes. A fucking mess, certainly. And you, love?” No mistaking the signs of a satisfied woman, though he’d also call her horny if he read the signs right.
“Me? I’m so in love with you.” She kissed him full on the mouth, a bit of the apres dinner wine, a bit of mouthwash and perhaps a bit of… No, he didn’t want to think of that. She pulled back. “I’m sorry. Do you want me to go brush first?”
No, he really didn’t. He’d thought he’d want her to wash up and remove all traces…but instead he wanted to investigate. “He bit you.”
“I know,” she purred. “It’s okay.”
He looked it over–no broken skin, just a bit more than the average hickey. And she seemed to have liked it. He kissed her there, because he could. She was his wife, after all.
“Britt. I want you. Really bad.”
He could smell her everywhere. Well, whereas the inside of his tuxedo was a mess by his own doing, the outside would have Vic-marks. He smiled and kissed her deep, taking her tongue with his, drinking in all the tastes of her and her experience.
She pressed down against him and he touched her. Slick, warm, musky. Fuck, he needed her. Now, even after that wild release a moment ago.
David cleared his throat. “Would you like me to go now?”
“No,” they both answered, still kissing.
“Now you’ve got to watch me, punk,” he muttered. “Prepare to take notes.”
Vic humped against his cock, her slick and hairless pussy an unmatched pleasure. “Fuck me,” she whispered in his ear. “Hard.”
She knew her dirty talk sent him through the roof.
“Perhaps we should use a condom too, eh? Keep things tidy down there for future use this evening.”
She laughed. “I don’t know how tidy it is, after I came all over it…”
“Ah, love. That’s the fucking water of life. Nothing dirty about it at all.”
“Awesome as hell,” David agreed. “I’ve got a condom, if–”
“That would be swell, man. Hand it over. And then take a seat. Anyplace you like, aside from my face.”
Vic laughed against his mouth. “Party pooper.”
David handed him the rubber, while he considered his options.
If she wanted it hard, he’d not take her from behind. That way seemed to hurt her if he got rough. And she’d just been on top with David. Missionary? Wouldn’t afford much of a view for the audience… Well, he’d think on it for a bit, while he got her motor running a bit higher. “Lie back, love.”
She climbed off and lay back, while he peeled away his shirt and trousers. He arranged her, so her head rested on the arm of the sofa and she lay crosswise with her ass on the edge. She was still hot, her folds a bit red from the earlier action. He took a deep whiff and his cock stood even straighter. She tasted like she smelled–feminine, satisfied, sexy.
Watching another man take his woman had stirred something primal within him. He wanted her even more, needed to take, to claim her. She’d driven another man wild with need–he’d been witness. Seen it, heard it, smelled it. Felt it. And then immediately after having that other man, she’d come to him, her man. A feral growl reverberated from his brain to his cock. His lips hummed against her with it, his tongue delved inside her, tasting what had been inside his space, loving the way it’d pleased her. He’d given that to her. He slid his hands up to her nipples, finding them pebble-hard, the breasts firm and tight beneath. Ah, God. He loved her, and she him. He wanted her, and judging by the juices flowing to his mouth, she wanted him. He needed her. She’d be out of control with need for him before he finished with her tonight.
He’d leave her bottom to suffer and miss him for a bit, while he loved her breasts. Suckling her nipple, he could smell her on his face, and it became damned hard to not touch her pussy. He must be suffering at least as much as she. She gripped handfuls of his hair and whimpered–was she trying to push his head down?
David was staring between her spread legs–one bent at the knee and lay obligingly out of the way on the couch, providing him with a majestic view of what had to be the best pussy of his life. He didn’t seem aware of much, but his right hand fisted ’round his once-again wooden cock, as if the poor chap wasn’t quite sure what he should do with it.
Ah, bugger it. David could handle the hard-on like he had.
“Britt? We don’t really need the foreplay. Can we just do it?”
Now what would be the fun in that? He’d yet to see her really lose her cool. Though her heavy breathing said she’d get damn demanding before long.
Brett pulled away and looked her over from toes to head. In all his excitement, he’d forgotten–and that just would not do. “Vic. Your hair.”
“Oh, fuck the damn hair–”
“Not tonight, love. That’s kink for another time. I’ve got to loose it, though.” He pulled her up to a sitting position, and went after the stash of pins she always imprisoned it with. One by one, he tossed them to the end table. “Only ten today?” She must’ve been truly distracted earlier when she’d made herself up. The hair sprung loose and wilder than usual–perhaps from the sea air? For good measure, he buried his face in it and breathed, letting it tickle between them, down his neck and chest. Ah, Christ. It still sent him straight to the moon.
Vic shook her head. She’d never quite understand why, or how, her hair revved him so.
He breathed in deep again and she shuddered against him, her nipples seeming to find his palms on their own. Her lips brushed his neck, just below his ear. This wasn’t the plan, for her to take over. He wanted to make her wait for him to be inside her…but she was doing a fucking good job, she and her hair…
To hell with it. She wanted him and he needed her. Now. He sat back, grabbed the condom from the sofa, tore it open–right easy package to open, from this company–and stretched it ove
r himself. Christ, the bloody thing was tighter than he’d remembered. Still, it would give him a bit less sensation, so he could last longer inside Vic and not let the youngster show him up.
He’d still not decided on a position, but Vic seemed to have that planned too. She scooted her ass past the edge of the sofa toward him and beckoned. Who was he to pass up such an invite? Perfect height, this couch. On his knees, he thrust into her, dragging her hips toward him at the same time. Ah, sweet heaven, and her gasp only sounded partially surprised–mostly pleased. She arched for him, her arms thrown above her head, where she clutched at cushions. The tone of her whimpers said she’d already reached the brink again. Such a hot little woman tonight, coming every time he looked. Fucking hot. Coming in such a great, gushing… His head spun. He had to go for it. Bending forward so her nipples brushed his chest, he looked into her eyes and kissed her, pounding fast and hard. Hard, she’d asked for. She gasped against him, now clasping his back, her nails digging a bit. Her breasts pressed tighter against him as she arched again, tilting herself against his cock. She stiffened and clutched him, rolled her eyes and then closed them tight. He swallowed her inevitable scream and let loose with one last thrust, meeting the scream with a groan.
Resting atop her, he let the world stop spinning, the light show fade away. Their damp bodies fitted together perfectly, she, sighing whispers of love. Something tugged at hairs near the base of his cock. What the… He reached down. Oh, bloody hell. The condom must have gotten caught. That would be fun to disentangle.
Vic smiled knowingly and brushed her fingers along the side of his face. “Go.”
He pulled out and gave her patch of red hair a pat, stood, and made for the loo.
David leaned back at the other end of the couch, clutching that hard-on, but not stroking. Saving it for more action later?
God help them, they’d taken up with a youngster who could probably go all night.
Chapter 12
David woke with a boob in his hand. Hmm. A nice, firm one at that. And a pretty wild bunch of curly red hair… Victoria. His left side pressed against her back, and his right hand palmed the breast. His legs, and hers, and some rough and hairy ones… Britt. Oh man. They were all three pretty damn tangled together. In a big bed. Christ, he’d really done it. He’d spent the night with a man and his wife, in their bed. He shouldn’t be getting hard just thinking of it. How embarrassing if they woke up and saw him all hard, already. So early.
Was it early? Or late? Hard to tell. One thing for sure–they all smelled like hot tub. And sex. The bed definitely smelled like sex.
Jesus, should he try to get out of there before they woke up? He was in bed naked with another dude’s legs touching his, of all things. Shit. Kinda creepy, but also kinda–nope. Not going there. Still, he couldn’t help feeling close to Britt in some ways. Brett, not Britt. The guy had opened himself up, and shared some pretty intimate stuff. Not the least of which was his smoking hot, sexy-but-didn’t-know-it wife. Brett had to be pretty damn comfortable with Vic, and trust her, to let a younger dude like himself in. That sort of confidence made Brett Beyond Cool.
Of course, the bitch of this whole thing was, he could never tell anybody about it. Not only would that break the trust Vic and Britt had placed in him, but…if this ever got back to Mom, or Dad. Holy hell. Nope, this sort of action was the stuff the wrong kind of people did. Not their kids, not their friends, not people they’d speak to on the street. Even Daniel would probably look at it as all kinds of wrong.
Maybe it was wrong. Maybe when Vic and Britt–Brett. And Victoria. Maybe when they woke up, they’d regret what they’d done. What if Brett resented him? What if he got jealous over time and hated Vic for wanting another man? Or Vic developed some obsession with him, and wouldn’t leave him alone? This whole thing could go a lot of crazy, wrong ways. What if they never wanted to see him again?
That would suck. He liked them both, a lot. If he saw them look at him with remorse–or worse– He’d better just get the hell out of here before anything bad happened.
Took him a few seconds to ease his legs out of the tangled web, and a few more to convince himself to take his hand off Vic’s chest. He shouldn’t, but…he pressed a little kiss to her neck, right on top of the mark he’d left. His guts churned and his cock twitched, but it was better to leave things as they’d been–perfect. This way, they’d all have a perfect memory to take home.
Silently thankful for their high-end, squeak-free bed and the deep carpeting, he snuck away without a sound. Out in the living area, he plucked pieces of his clothing off the floor and the coffee table, heading toward the guest bath to dress.
A scrap of purple caught his eye. Vic’s thong. God help him, he scooped it up and took it with him. In the bathroom, he held it up to the light, then against his chest. Shit. He’d really rather go crawl back into bed with them. Must be the waking up with them, that made this so hard. He didn’t ever spend the night with girls. One of them would leave after the sex was over. That must be it–the last time he’d slept with anybody was…he couldn’t remember. Probably Dan, when they were little kids camping.
The crumpled silk brushed against his pec. Could he still smell her on it? He wouldn’t sniff it–wouldn’t. That would reduce him to some sort of psycho-stalker type. But would she miss it, if he swiped it? One souvenir…
He pulled on his shirt, underwear, damp shorts. Furtively jammed the thong into his front pocket. Fuck it, she’d never notice. And if she did, probably wouldn’t mind. Now to get the hell out of Dodge, before his bedbuddies woke up.
He grabbed his toothbrush off the counter and stuck it in his other pocket.
Ready to roll.
Halfway through the living room, he paused for a look around. Clothes and shoes everywhere, a few towels over by the door from their hot tub party. Fuck, that was awesome. The bedroom door stood open, giving him a full view. Vic had rolled over, and spooned against Britt. He held her tight, one leg thrown over hers. His big old cock must be nice and comfy against her business. When they woke up, they’d probably go for it again. A perfect couple, with big appetites. They’d be fine when the dust from all this settled.
He swallowed the sudden lump that made it hard to breathe. He’d be fine, too. Just as soon as he got the fuck off this boat.
* * * *
Click.
Victoria opened her eyes. What had she heard? Britt was wrapped around her, as usual. No David. Maybe he was in the bathroom.
But she’d felt him holding her. Had she dreamed he’d kissed her neck? A soft, feathery kiss. Could definitely have been a dream.
She held her breath to hear better, but…nothing. Not even splashes out at the pool. That was the door she’d heard, David leaving. He was gone.
She pulled Britt’s hands close, right between her breasts. Shit. He’d been so awesome, so giving. Of course, David had been great, too. The whole night was amazing. They hadn’t come to bed until after four. Her lady parts were sore, but nothing a few hours of rest couldn’t fix. So many hot things to remember. Man, the hot tub. She’d all but lost her cool, sitting on Britt’s lap while he did those things he liked to do back there, taking David deep in her mouth. She was wet again, just thinking about it. Yeah, it had been totally worth all the nerves and worries. No regrets. So why did she feel so damn empty now that it was over?
Having David sleep over had seemed like the most natural thing ever. Was that the problem? She’d seen many clients at the Mountain sleep together after their trysts. They didn’t seem to fare any worse than the ones who finished up and went back to their separate rooms to sleep.
No, it wasn’t the sleeping in the same bed. She genuinely liked David. Saw a vulnerable side behind the sexy athlete. He needed. Just as she and Britt needed a friend, so did David. And more? Had they messed up their chances at friendship by going this route? She tightened her hands on Britt’s.
He’d wake up hard. Had he been flaccid at any time all night? She doubted
it. They’d definitely injected some spice into the relationship. So why did she feel like they’d injected another relationship into their relationship?
Maybe Britt would be relieved David had left. God knew she’d only had that one encounter with him and the dreaded Andrea. So it could be, he only intended her fantasy to be for one night too. It was all she could really ask for. Fantasies weren’t meant to last for days on end, after all.
She should shower, but it felt nicer lying here. Basking in the afterglow. Yeah, she definitely felt glow-y, and could totally relate to all those smiling faces leaving the Mountain every day.
The phone rang. The tone meant the call was from a staffer. Well, hell. So much for basking.
She escaped from under Britt’s arm and leg, and scooted over to the nightstand.
“Hello?” Not much chance the other person would believe she’d been up, but she’d give it her best shot.
“Ms. West, it’s Justin. I’m sorry to bother you, but I thought you’d want to know there’s another blog post.”
“Oh. Thanks. I’ll check it out.”
Britt had sat up. He rubbed his eyes and looked around.
“Any info on the upload?” Victoria asked.
“Sorry, no. There appears to have been a device on the network a little after two this morning. It’s only taking minutes to complete the upload, so my guess is it’s a tablet of some sort. Judging by a couple of html coding variations that usually take place when converting from their word processing program, I’d guess it’s an Apple device. Probably iPad.”
So, basically, nothing. Britt stared back at her and shrugged.
“Okay. Keep me posted if you come up with anything else.”
“Shall I instruct housekeeping to keep an eye out for an iPad or other Apple device? I guess it’s possible somebody could jailbreak an iPod and use it as a notepad.”
