by Jenny Penn
“Alex, you son of a bitch!”
But Alex wasn’t listening.
Before the bumper finished rebounding, he turned and buried his face in her cunt. He devoured her molten flesh with the ravenous hunger that had Heather screaming and bouncing up and down on Konor’s cock as she tried to ride the rapturous waves of ecstasy flooding through her, but she still needed more, and more is what she demanded.
Egging Alex on with taunts and praises, she twisted her fingers through his hair and pressed him closer as his tongue ate up the shuddering walls of her pussy. He pressed against the thin stretch of ultra-sensitive flesh that separated his tongue from Konor’s cock and Heather knew she wasn’t the only one he was driving insane, but she was the only one demanding more.
She cried out, needing something thicker and harder filling her she. Something like Alex’s cock. Forgetting herself in her moment of need, Heather commanded him outright to mount her and fuck her there and then, despite the impossibility given their positions.
Alex ignored her. Intent on his task, he drove her to the point of breaking. She was ready to beg, ready to plead, to do anything he’d demand, but she didn’t have to. Instead, Konor roared, his restraint snapping before her pride.
His hand curled around hers, easily defeating her puny attempts to control Alex, along with Alex’s own attempts to resist. Tearing him away from the sopping folds of her pussy, Konor slammed Heather forward into the dash, where he kept her pinned as he rode her hard and fast from behind. He pounded into her with a savagery that matched the exhilarating flare of ecstasy ripping through her.
Every single cell in her body prickled to life, leaving her sensitive to every sensation, from the rough rasp of the plastic dash grinding against her nipples as her breasts bounced with each hard thrust of Konor’s hips to the harsh grip of his fingers as he held her steady with a punishing grip.
Again, one hand abandoned its post to slide around her waist, only this time it dipped down to plunder the creamy depths of her cunt. Fucking her full of three meaty fingers, Konor slammed into her from behind at the exact same time and lit Heather up with a pleasure too indescribably intense to be contained.
Yet, he forced her to endure wave after wave as he set up a fast rhythm that had her coming apart in his arms as he tore her soul completely free of her body. The power and might of such an exodus had her whole body clamping down hard as every muscle constricted, including her ass.
Heather could feel the very pulse of Konor’s heartbeat thumping through the thick vein in his cock as his dick swelled a second before his roar deafened her in the hot tide of his release flooding her ass. He lost his tempo, his pounding thrust dissolving into the chaos of a man milking every last drop of pleasure from the moment.
Heather was there with him, her body spasming out of control before finally going limp and collapsing back into Konor’s weakening hold. Sweaty and exhausted, she could feel herself drifting toward oblivion, but she managed to claim her victory before finally passing out.
“See? How fun was that? And we didn’t even need any toys, just my imagination.”
Right then, Heather was imagining that when she woke up, it would be for some exciting payback. In fact, given the tension gathering in Konor’s muscles, she was certain of it. Holding that guarantee close to her heart, she let the darkness claim her.
* * * *
Konor collapsed in a sweaty heap. He felt both drained and exhilarated all at the same time, as if he’d come out the victor even as he felt the weight of his defeat. Heather had seduced him. Him and Alex.
That just went to prove that she was not only hotter than any dream they could have conceived, but also more cocky...and more easily exhausted. While fantasy Heather might have had the stamina of six women willing to go all night, the real one had passed out in his arms with Konor’s dick still stretching her ass wide.
His fingers continued to strum over her soft folds as he instinctively packed her even in her sleep. Not that being unconscious stopped Heather from trying to take control of the moment. Muttering incoherent obscenities, she squirmed and slapped at his hands as she groggily tried to escape his touch. He let her go.
Sore and raw from having come so hard he nearly blacked out, Konor needed a moment. Though it had lost an inch or two, his dick was still hard and weeping thanks to the tight walls of her ass constricting around him. God, but she didn’t have amazing muscles.
Konor didn’t want to know or even think about how she came by them. It didn’t matter because from now on he’d be the one keeping her in shape. Him and Alex.
Glancing over at his best friend, Konor couldn’t help but notice that Alex was still tense and tight. He hadn’t gotten his and was probably hurting worse than Konor, not that Konor had any sympathy for Alex’s condition. He’d left Konor at Heather’s mercy, failing to turn the truck toward the club and a bed where they could’ve all had a little more fun.
Alex was headed there now. About ten minutes too late, by Konor’s reckoning.
“Okay, loser, what was that all about?” Konor grumbled, trying to sound pissed but too well satisfied to pull it off.
He kept his voice low, trying not to disturb Heather, who had actually started to snore ever so slightly. She sounded content, like a well-fed kitten, which would almost have been cute if Konor didn’t know it was all an act. Heather wasn’t any kitten.
She was the tigress. A very dangerous one, and Alex had all but fed Konor to her. Of course, Alex obviously didn’t see it that way.
“What do you mean?” Alex asked, sounding honestly confused and looking more than a little irritated as he shot Konor a dirty look. “You were the one taking your sweet fucking time. You know, I couldn’t roll up to the club until you had her in hand.”
“No, I didn’t know that,” Konor snapped, shooting Alex a hard look, but Alex was having none of it.
“Please,” Alex scoffed as he finally turned up the long drive guarded by an ornate gate that linked into the expensive stone wall running the length of the road.
He didn’t even have to pause, though, as the electronic scanner read the black box attached to the corner of the truck’s windshield. The wrought iron bars eased back, allowing Alex to pass through even as he continued to lecture Konor.
“You know the rules. No unescorted women are allowed to the common area without a proper collar and leash.” Alex smiled over those last two words before casting Konor a mischievous look and informing him, “I also assured GD that we’d blindfold her. He insisted.”
“He did not.” Now that Konor scoffed at, but Alex wasn’t kidding.
“I swear to God, man, he said there was no point in giving her any new ideas. I thought he was just being obnoxious, but...” Alex’s voice trailed off as he ran a possessive eye down Heather’s rumpled length. “I think he really meant it, and think about it...do you really want to give her any more ideas?”
“Hell, no,” Konor grunted.
Konor didn’t even have to take Alex’s advice and think about that one. Heather was wild enough all on her own, which wasn’t the worst sin to lay at a woman’s feet. In fact, it was just the perfect trait for a wife to have.
“I hope you requested a gag, too,” Konor commented, considering the merits of Alex’s loosely formed plan. “Because I really don’t want to listen to her opinion on being leashed and blindfolded.”
“What are you think the tape is for?”
“For getting your ass kicked,” Konor shot back. “Or didn’t you notice that she took offense to your roll of duct tape?”
“I thought it added a nice touch to the whole abduction scene,” Alex muttered.
“Maybe you shouldn’t think so much.”
Alex didn’t respond to that grim suggestion, but instead shot Konor a smile that left him far from reassured. There was no time left to argue over the matter, though. The lights of the clubs main entrance split across the cab, highlighting Heather’s exposed and rumpled condition.
There wasn’t anything those men hadn’t seen. After all, this wasn’t like any other resort that catered to golfers or family fun. Instead, its members came to indulge in more decadent pastimes, though nothing compared to be excruciatingly delightful feeling of pulling free of Heather’s ass.
Her tight muscles clung to his length, trying desperately to hold on to his cock. Konor broke out into a sweat, fighting back the urge to plunge back into her heated depths. It was torture. Pure torture.
The only consolation Konor had was that he wasn’t alone. Heather whimpered, shifting in his arms as she instantly ground herself against him in a motion that had Konor’s jaw locking as his whole body clenched. It took all his strength, but he managed not to weaken beneath the thrills racing up his spine.
He didn’t have much willpower left, but he rallied the last weathered threads of his restraint and dug his fingers into her hips, holding Heather steady as he braced himself for a quick dismount. It still took more control then he thought he possessed, but somehow he managed to wake her up his throbbing length and dump her unceremoniously on the seat beside him.
Quickly fixing his jeans, Konor trapped his dick safely behind the cool clasp of his zipper before he gave into temptation while Heather flailed about on the seat beside him. She seemed completely unaware of the danger she was in as she finally managed to right herself.
Roused from her temporary nap, she looked anything but rested or refreshed. Instead, her brows dipped down into a grumpy glare as she began to look around, taking in her surroundings as Alex pulled to a stop next to the valet station.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Heather huffed, apparently needing no explanation for where they were. “You actually brought me here? Did we settle this dispute? Remember? No toys needed?”
“Not needed, but that doesn’t mean they’re not fun to play with,” Alex informed her with a waggle of his brows. “And sweetness, and the games have only just begun.”
Heather’s snort was interrupted by her gasp as Alex reached out to grab her wrist as she began to reach for the buttons on her blouse.
“Ah, ah, ah.” Alex shook his head. “Nobody gave you permission to cover up.”
“That’s because I didn’t ask for it,” Heather snapped, wrenching free of his hold and pointedly jerking the sides of her blouse together.
“No,” Alex agreed with a smile that Konor knew all too well. “But you’re going to wish you had.”
“Wha—hey!”
Heather shrieked, slapping at Alex’s hands as he reached out and ripped Heather’s blouse right off of her back. He pitched the remnants onto the floor as Heather continued to gape at him, little sounds squeaking out of the back of her throat with every breath. It took a moment for them to finally thicken into real words, but when they did they were laced with panicked outrage.
“You barbaric imbecile, look what you did! You ruined my shirt! Damn it, Alex, stop!” Heather squealed, banging into Konor as she tried to escape the hand reaching out for her.
“No can do, sweetness.” Alex shook his head, not sounding the slightest bit sorry. “But the bra has got to go. Now hand it over, or it ends up as rags on the floor.”
“Fine,” Heather snarled, jerking the small bit of silk off and slapping it into Alex’s outstretched hand with a warning. “You can parade me naked in front of whoever the hell you want. I don’t break that easily.”
“Is that a fact?” Alex smirked, paying little mind to the valet who opened his door and stood back in silent attendance.
Neither did Heather appear to notice him as she returned Alex’s snarky little smile and dared to challenge him outright. “Wanna try to prove me wrong?”
They eyed each other like two boxers ready to pound it out, each growing more tense as the anticipation thickened. It was broken by the squeak of Konor’s door being opened by the second valet, who had rushed to catch up with his buddy. It was a busy night at the club, and they weren’t the only ones parked under the carport’s big, cement canopy.
That was something else Alex and Heather didn’t seem to care about as they exploded into action. Heather dove for the door, but she wasn’t quick enough. Before she could even make it halfway across Konor’s lap, he latched onto her and buried his face in the breasts bouncing once again before his very eyes.
The woman really did make a nice habit out of offering her luscious tits up for the tasting. Konor certainly wasn’t the type of man to turn down that offer…well, not as long as Heather was the one making it, and she really did have the prettiest breasts he’d ever seen.
The generous mounds were all flushed pink and ripened with hard, rosy tips that made a man’s mouth water to take a taste. A taste, a nibble, a lick, he wanted it all and that’s just what he took, ignoring Alex’s mutter of disgust.
Chapter 31
Alex watched as Konor latched onto Heather’s breast and began to devour her plush flesh with an enthusiasm that had her objections blurring into deep, throaty moans as her fingers stopped trying to pull him free but instead clutched him closer.
That was supposed to be him.
He was the one who had riled her up. Besides, Konor had already gotten his. Not that that seemed to matter to him. Konor’s legendary self-restraint seemed to have vanished along with all his common sense.
With a mutter of disgust, Alex shook his head and hopped out of the truck. He left the keys in the ignition and the engine running, but barely spared a glance at the valet standing at attendance beside his door. Instead, he headed up the main lodge’s front steps to greet the butler waiting by his station.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Dean Carver asked, cutting him off and bringing Alex to a dead stop before he’d even reached the first step.
Even as he greeted Alex with that obnoxious question, Dean was glancing over his shoulder to watch the show that Konor and Heather were putting on. Specifically, he stared at Heather for a long moment before casting a lecherous smile in Alex’s direction.
“I guess you and Konor are the Summer Challenge winners.” Dean stuck his hand out in a gesture fraught with disrespect despite its very respectful nature. “Congratulations.”
“I’ll accept that.” Alex reached for Dean’s hand only to have it pulled away before he could grip it.
“Oh, wait.” Dean scowled as he cocked his head. “Didn’t you quit the club?”
“I—”
“I guess that means the challenge is still on,” Dean cut him off with a smile as cold and hard as the glint in his eyes. “And you aren’t supposed to be here.”
“I’m a guest,” Alex shot back, stepping up close to tower over Dean with a threat he didn’t even try to mask. “And you’ll be a dead man if you lay so much as a finger on Heather, because, unless you failed to have heard, that’s my fiancé you’re ogling.”
“Yeah? Well, at least I’m not the one fucking her.” Dean snickered as he nodded over Alex’s shoulder. “And I can’t help it if your buddy is making a show out of your woman.”
“Yeah?” Alex shot back, imitating Dean’s defiant tone. “And I can’t help it if my fist happens to bury itself in your face.”
“Is that a threat, Sheriff?”
“More like a promise,” Alex snarled. “So best you remember to keep your eyes, hands, and everything else to yourself. Unless of course you want to lose any of them.”
Even as he issued that warning, Alex knew he was making a pivotal mistake. He was acting like a jealous ass. Then again, that was what he was, but nobody was supposed to know about it. From the way Dean’s grin widened, everybody was about to learn about it. Soon enough they’d all be anta
gonizing him by making passes at his woman.
“Sure thing, boss.” Dean nodded with another smirk, making a lie out of his words. “Well then, I guess, I will leave you to your woman and go see if I can find one of my own.”
Dean paused and pursed his lips glancing up toward the club’s main doors before casting another speculative smile in Alex’s directions. “I hear Gwen Harding’s here tonight. I wonder if she’s free.”
“She’s cheaper than that, trust me,” Alex assured him, not the least bit distressed at the thought of Dean and Gwen together.
Actually, that could work out well for him, especially if they kept each other entertained long enough for Alex to get his ring on Heather’s finger and her ass down the aisle. He’d better hurry, because Alex suspected Dean wouldn’t be the only one making a play for Heather in the near future.
Not once all the guys got a good look at her without her clothes on.
That thought had him scowling as he glanced back over at her. The woman had a body that just didn’t quit. Perfectly rounded with lush curves that would have made even a gay man drool, Heather was a Venus. A goddess of birth and home and all the dirty, nasty things it took to fill a house full of children.
God, he could only imagine how big her tits would get when she was pregnant. They’d be more than a handful then, and he’d probably be walking around with a permanent boner. Hell, he was that way already. It was her fault.
Heather not only looked like a walking wet dream, she acted like the star of one, giving into the passion with a playful enthusiasm that would make any man hard. It certainly did him, and about every other man around.
Casting a hard look over the audience that had started to gather to watch the spectacle Konor and Heather were making of themselves, Alex began to realize how big of a mistake it might have been to bring her to the club. He’d thought, for some idiotic reason, that she would be most likely appalled or outraged, but now he feared she’d be more curious and adventurous.
