by Jenny Penn
Those little movements not only told her how he liked it, they also betrayed the depths of his desire. He needed her. Needed her badly and it was only blind stubbornness that had him biting to deny her the words that would save him. He could grunt and growl and clench the seat as tight as he could, but Konor would give in. She could sense it—the crumbling of his defenses.
Beneath her tongue she could feel the mad pound of his heartbeat as she traced the thick vein all the way back up to the bulbous head weeping ever harder and straining almost a whole inch higher. Heather teased him, refusing to take his whole head into her mouth as she nibbled and licked her way toward the sightless eye glaring back up at her.
His musky taste infused her with the heady scent of sex and sweat already drugging her senses, making her go weak and wet as her cunt pulsed, ravenously eager to feel every inch of him stretching her wide. She wanted to feel him pounding into her hard and fast with all the coiled tension she could feel tightening through his muscles.
Konor was big and tough, a dream most women would have paid to have a chance at riding. They couldn’t have him because he was hers. He was at her mercy, and Heather had no intention of showing him any. Instead, she locked her hands around the thick base of his cock and twirled her tongue over his sensitive head, which seemed to only have grown larger, hotter, and definitely wetter.
She hesitated there for a as she glanced up to lock gazes with Konor, who stared back down at her with a look so feral there was no doubt of his need, or the retribution swirling in the shadowed depths of his eyes. Heather smiled. If she was going to be punished then she was going to earn that punishment.
With that vow made, she dipped her head, allowing her tongue to lead the parade as it twirled down his thick length followed by the heated glide of her lips as she sucked him as deep as she could take him. She hesitated there for a second, locking her gaze on his once again and offering him a slight smile.
That was all the warning he got.
* * * *
Konor fought for every breath, straining against the release boiling in his balls and battling back the ecstasy trying to consume him. He couldn’t come. Not yet. Holding back, though, had never been so difficult before.
The moist heaven of Heather’s mouth tempted him beyond measure, but the sweetness of her kiss alone wasn’t what had him digging his fingers into the seat so hard he probably left permanent indentions. No, she didn’t leave his pleasure to her lips alone, but allowed those wicked, little fingers of hers to follow behind her lips, milking him with a skill he knew GD had taught her.
He taught her well.
That observation added a bitter edge do the rapture tearing out of his balls. Far from grateful for GD’s assistance, Konor was jealous, but that didn’t change the fact that he’d never felt anything better then Heather going down on him. Even as he swore to that, Heather proved to him that he hadn’t experienced anything yet.
Dropping a hand down to knead and roll his balls until they swelled heavier than they’d ever been, she tormented him until the heat turning in his sensitive sacks began to boil through his veins, unleashing streaks of white-hot pleasure racing up his spine. The intense sensation ignited every nerve along the way and had his muscles contracting so tight his ass lifted straight off the seat.
His hips flexed upward, feeding more of his cock into her greedy little mouth as she devoured him with a ravenous appetite, fucking him more than fast enough so that he didn’t even need to guide her motion, but could simply indulge in the wonderful excess of the moment.
Through it all, she held his gaze. That had to be the sexiest damn thing he’d ever experienced. There was simply nothing sexier than the way she stared up at him, her big, doe eyes glowing in the dark. She was enjoying this. She was getting off on it, and that wasn’t a guess.
Konor could smell the scent of a pussy, wet and aching, filling the air along with the happy-slappy noises Heather was making as she sucked merrily away on his dick. It was too much. As hard as he fought, it wasn’t his pleasure that undid Konor, but hers.
With a roar, he came in hard, wrenching blast that she swallowed hungrily up, making the ecstasy consuming him that much more intense as he watched her eyes glow even brighter. It burned through him, boiling the blood in his veins and searing over muscles already pulled too tight.
He jerked hard, banging his head against the back of the seat as his whole body arched with the power of his release. He lingered there for a long moment before the tremors of his release consumed him and he collapsed back down onto leather.
Heaving a soul-deep sigh, he glanced down at the goddess still kneeling before him. Heather had rested her elbows on his knees as she gazed up at him all but glowing with a smug satisfaction that sounded clearly in her tone.
“So how many miles was that?”
* * * *
Heather knew it wasn’t a wise to taunt Konor right then, but couldn’t resist gloating just a little. She kind of thought she deserved it, too. After all, he’d come, and hard. More importantly, she hadn’t missed a drop. That was a feat, given how much he spewed.
Amazingly, apparently, he wasn’t done yet. Neither was she.
Eyeing the cock still twitching under her nose, Heather couldn’t help but notice that he was still hard and standing proud despite the mixture of spit and seed coating his length. Konor couldn’t expect to wave an erection like that at a woman and not have her take him up on the offer.
Besides, she was tired of waiting. It was time to start taking what she was owed. With that thought galvanizing her determination, Heather reached a hand up her skirt to pull her panties down. She wiggled out of them as she crawled back up onto Konor’s lap.
Nearly passed out and panting, he didn’t resist, much less sense any danger as she settled back over his thighs. Alex did. In the sharp splash of light that cut through the cab as another car passed them, Heather caught and held his gaze for a bare second.
That’s all that was needed for her to read the feral intent shining in his eyes. They gleamed with a satisfaction that stood in mark contrast to the tension pulling his expression tight. The normally-rugged lines of his features were cut sharper by the shadows that sliced through the cab once again as another car sped past.
This one honked, proving they could see enough to have a good idea of what was going on. Heather didn’t care. The reminder that they were open, visible to the whole world only heightened the thrill of the moment.
So did the sight of Alex’s fingers clenched around the steering wheel. His knuckles were white, his arms locked, trembling under the strain as he braced himself even though they both knew what he really wanted to do was spin the truck into the ditch and rip her off Konor’s lap to settle her onto his own.
He wouldn’t do it, wouldn’t give into the temptation. At least, he was determined not to. Heather, on the other hand, was determined to break him. That knowledge thickened between them, a silent challenge that heightened the anticipation of everything to come. It would be hot, rough, and sweaty, just like she wanted it.
More importantly, it would start now.
Even as Konor smacked his lips and blinked sleepily up at her, Heather was reaching down and burying a hand beneath the long folds of her skirt to grab onto the sticky cock pumping against the curve of her mound. Directing his hard length with a firm grip, she tilted her hips and angled herself to slide right down over the thick, flared crest of his cockhead.
Heather bit her lip, unable to control the little whimpers of delight that escaped her as she sank down over his dick. He was thick and long, stretching her nice and wide as he pressed deliciously against the sensitive walls of her sheath.
Her cunt spasmed, sucking him deeper and tightening around him until shivers of pure bliss began to trickle up her spine. The sensation exploded as the thick knob of his head brushed against the hidden bundle of nerves gathered deep inside her.
Heather lit up like a Christmas tree—full of sparkling delight
that had her squealing and clenching around him as her hips jerked, grinding her against his thick length as she instinctively sought to intensify the pleasure boiling through her. She wasn’t the only one fighting for more.
Beneath her, Konor grunted as his fingers wrapped around her thighs, biting into her soft flesh as he took command of her motions. He pumped her up and down his cock in a rapidly escalating rhythm that matched the heavy pants of their mingled breaths as she rode him proudly, her breasts bouncing with every dip and pop of her hips.
They danced before Konor, a temptation he apparently couldn’t resist. Heather cried out as he latched down onto one tender tit. The ecstasy tearing through her magnified, threatening to blind her to all else, including her plan.
It very well might have stayed lost if Konor had stayed silent, but the big bruiser couldn’t resist growling out commands even as his whole body tightened in warning, readying once more for another explosive release.
“That’s it, sweetness, give it to me just like that.”
Sounding full of smug confidence, Konor’s drunken drawl cut through the passionate daze consuming Heather and making her realize that her eyes had drifted closed, her body now at his command. He’d trapped her in her own game.
Knowing that didn’t make it any easier to resist the temptation of simply surrendering to the bliss pumping like thick, heated molasses through her veins. It drugged her, making her limbs feel heavy even as every nerve in her body shivered and shimmered with a delight so light and frothy it felt as if she were aglow with the sensation.
A sensation that was only growing more painfully intense as Konor’s hands tightened their grip. He held her back from racing up that final pinnacle and claiming the release that was her rightful prize. Her frustration quickly grew until it was Heather growling and snarling as she struggled to break his hold, but Konor was too strong, too determined.
Forcing her heavy lids to life and blinking the passion from her gaze, she found him smiling like a pervert as he eyed her breasts, admiring his handy work. Flushed and swollen from his mauling, they throbbed, painfully tight and alive with a pleasure that was so intense it bordered on the edge of pain. Still, she wanted more.
Twining her hands through his hair, she tried to force his mouth back to the straining tips of her breasts, but Konor resisted, having other things in mind. Tipping his head to the side, he avoided her breasts as he stretched up to rain succulent, molten butterfly kisses down her neck that had Heather arching in to the sweet caress.
The motion ignited a heated blast of rapture as one of Konor’s broad palms abandoned its post, allowing Heather just enough freedom to drive herself crazy with. That’s just what she did, spreading her thighs wider across his as she ground herself down into his lap and allowing the tight knob of her clit to grind down into the ticklish forest of his pubic hair.
Heather shrieked and laughed, bouncing up and down as another wave of frothy bliss rolled through her. The sparkly delight sharpened with a wicked thrill as his hand slid over the curve of her ass, leaving a wake of searing heat spreading across her rounded cheek.
She tensed in breathless anticipation as his fingers brushed over the crease dividing her ass, but she was disappointed when instead of dipping down and fueling her darker fantasies, Konor instead slid his palm up her spine, melting bone and muscle as he urged her even closer.
“Come on, sweetness, come over here and see me those delicious tits.”
Heather snarled, recognizing that she was being toyed with. She didn’t like that at all, but she certainly did like what he was doing. Even as she tried to rally her defenses for a rally, Konor stole her ability to think, much less resist, as his lips clamped down on the very tip of her breast.
Soft and strong, he sucked her nipple past the hard ridge of his teeth and over the velvety curl of his tongue, unleashing another wave of heat that left her with glowing even as she cried out with the pleasure. Her cunt spasmed and clamped down around the dick moving slower and slower within her.
Sucking noisily away at her tit, Konor forced her almost to a complete stop as he wrapped his free arm around her waist and pinned Heather to him, allowing only the rocking motions of the truck to taunt her as she moaned and groaned, trying desperately to break his hold even as she clung to him.
She would not beg, however.
She was get even, instead.
That had been the plan all along. Her plan. He was the one who was going to beg, beg and plead while she took what she wanted. That’s how this was supposed to work and that’s exactly how it would.
Feeling the depths of that conviction all the way to her soul, Heather mustered every ounce of willpower she possessed to wrench free of his hold, pulling her breast from his mouth even as she lifted clear off his hard, hot erection. She left his dick wet and cooling in the breeze as she turned as quickly as the tight space would allow.
Before Konor could realize her intent, she settled back down on his lap, only this time it wasn’t the swollen folds of her cunt that parted around the sticky length of his cock, but the firm cheeks of her ass, a fact that had Konor’s swearing as he squirmed behind her.
“What the hell do you...oh...oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit—Fuck!”
Gasping out curses with each rapid pant of his labored breath, the words blasted out of him as he heaved and ripped at the seat beside her while Heather reached behind to guide the thick, swollen head of his cock right up to the clenched entrance of her ass. With her own hands gripping the dash, she settled down over him slowly, savoring the burn as muscles unused in nearly a year stretched, re-awakening nerves that began to shimmer and flash with an electric delight.
The euphoric thrill grew into exhilarating worlds of pleasure, setting her whole body buzzing as she slid all the way down his hard length. Heather didn’t stop until the coarse curls protecting the soft sacks of his balls tickled against the flush flesh of her ass. She hesitated there, letting her whole body to adjust to the feel of him as Konor huffed and panted, remaining tense and still behind her.
Tossing her hair over her shoulder, Heather dared to glance back and smiled. Konor didn’t look so smug now. No. Now, he was sweating and grimacing and clearly fighting to hold back as she clenched and pulsed her ass around him, proving that this wasn’t her first rodeo and she had muscles that could break any man.
Now it was his turn.
His and Alex’s.
Chapter 30
That thought had Heather’s gaze shifting to where Alex was pointedly glaring at the road, his knuckles still clenched white, the muscle in his cheek ticking away. He was wound tighter than a spring on a gun and ready to go off just about as dangerously. He just needed to be provoked.
That sounded like fun to her.
“Don’t pretend like you’re just sitting over there all innocently.” Heather’s sultry warning broke through the tension gripping the cab.
Alex glanced at her, saying nothing but allowing her to see the truth in his eyes. They hadn’t arrived at the club, yet, because he was taking the long way, giving Heather all the time she needed to put on her show.
She was not about to disappoint him. In fact, Heather took it as a personal challenge to meet and exceed his dirtiest expectation. She had a good idea of what that meant.
As Heather settled back against Konor, he unleashed another litany of curses, his fingers appearing on her hips in a vain attempt to control her motions, but this wasn’t his show and Heather refused to be moved.
Instead, she propped her feet up on the dash and pinned herself into position before spreading her legs wide. Allowing the folds of her skirt to fall all the way back to her waist, she clicked on the light overhead so that the pink fold of her pussy glistened clearly in the night, visible not only to Alex but to anybody else who passed...and that thought, God help her, only made her wetter.
The scent of her arousal thickened in the air as the breeze blowing out of the vents sent a rush of cool air across her cunt, making
her sensitive folds swell with a forbidden kind of pleasure. That wasn’t the only thing making Heather’s body tingle with awareness.
“Do you know how good it feels to have your best friend’s dick packed into my ass?” Heather murmured with smile, keeping her gaze locked on Alex.
He’d gone back to glaring at the road, but she knew he could hear her and the broken breath Konor was gulping in behind her. Deep inside her, his cock pulsed and swelled even larger, pressing against her sensitive walls in a hungry demand that only seemed to become more forceful as she teased him with another wiggle.
“He’s nice and thick, but...”
Heather heaved a sigh as she ran leaned forward to run a hand all the way up from her ankle to the pink, creamy lips of her pussy. Taking Alex’s gaze with her and Konor’s cock, she managed to talk to both men at the same time. She also teased herself with slow strokes through her molten folds.
“But my pussy is so empty...so wet and empty.” Gathering up the proof of her desire on one fingertip, Heather slowly lifted it to her lips and sucked the cream right off.
“Mmmm.” Heather closed her eyes and smiled as she savored the taste of her own arousal. After a second she reached back down to gather up another dollop, only this time she lifted it toward Alex’s lips.
“Wanna taste?”
That had Alex slamming on the brakes as he plowed the truck into the tall grass bordering the side of the road. Behind her, Konor cussed and grabbed onto the handlebar hanging down from the ceiling while Heather bounced in his lap, laughing as the truck pounded over the uneven ground. The motion had the dick buried inside her grinding against her tender walls, which only explained about half the curses flying out of Konor’s mouth.
“Goddam it! Alex, don’t—”
But it was too late. Not even waiting for the truck to come to a complete stop, Alex slammed down the foot brake, making the big truck shudder hard enough to have Konor growling anew.
