by Jenny Penn
Heather’s jaw clenched as a new burst of shivers raced out of her cunt on a renewed wave of delight she wished would just die down. It didn’t. The sensations only intensified as Konor began to ease her slowly back into Alex’s arms. Like bands of steel, they tightened down around her in a grim reminder of what had just happened.
She’d given her will over to him. To them. Heather suspected neither one intended to give it back. Really, though, who needed that much self-control? Heather didn’t, especially not if it cost her the kind of pleasure that still had her thighs quivering.
That just went to prove who had really won the battle. After all, Konor could gloat all he wanted, he was still the one standing there with a painfully-large-looking erection straining at the zipper of his jeans. It matched the bulge pressing in to Heather’s back, only Alex had to be in even more pain.
After all, he hadn’t gotten the releases Konor had back in the truck. That made Alex the weaker of the two right then. He was easy prey and Heather was the huntress. It was time to take him down.
Chapter 35
Alex knew he was in trouble the second Heather turned around. The gleam in her eyes and the wicked curl of her smile warned him that she was up to no good. The best kind of no good.
“So, about that getting naked and sweaty proposition...” Heather all but giggled as she pressed in tight against him.
Smiling down at her, Alex wrapped his arms around her and bound her to him as he responded to her offer the best way he knew how—with a kiss. Heather didn’t fight him, but remained soft and pliant, allowing him complete control as she parted her lips.
Alex took instant advantage, allowing his tongue to slide in and lay claim to the sweet ambrosia within. She was hot, wet, and so damn delicious he could have lost himself in her. He did lose himself in her.
Crushing Heather closer, Alex plundered the velvety depths of her mouth, stroking deeper and deeper as her tongue rallied to duel with his. The carnal battle inflamed Alex’s passions until they were burning out of control. He needed her.
Needed her now.
Needed to feel the soft press of her curves against his, to feel the smooth, satiny glide of her skin against his, feel her hot, suckling cunt taking him deep into her clinging depths. He needed all of that and more.
The ache that he had denied for all these years finally snapped as the need boiling in his balls flared into an almost instant, crippling pain. Alex barely had the strength left to sweep Heather off her feet, but he would be damned if the first time he took her would be standing up while Konor watched, grinning like a loon.
He planned on riding her long and hard. A bed was the best place to take that kind of trip. That thought took root as he spun around to cart Heather back off into the bedroom, but he almost fell over with his first step, earning a snicker from Konor.
Not bothering to pay his best friend any mind, Alex broke free of Heather’s drugging kiss to drag in deep, ragged breaths in a vain attempt to cool the inferno raging out of control deep within his balls. It didn’t help.
The fresh air seared over his lungs. It got caught there as Heather began to place maddening little kisses down his neck. Alex knew where they led—to him taking her right down to the floor and fucking her there and then, but he wasn’t going to let her do that. He wasn’t going to let Heather reduce him to some rutting juvenile who couldn’t even make it to the bed.
Forcing himself to see straight and walk the same way, Alex managed to make it all the way into the bedroom without either dropping Heather or tripping over his own feet. It wasn’t easy, though.
Heather certainly didn’t help, which is why she ended up being unceremoniously dropped onto the mattress. Alex barely spared her a glance as he tore at his T-shirt, trying to get the damn thing over his head but Heather was there, driving him insane as she began nibbling her way up his stomach.
Tracing the receding line of his shirt as he pulled the hem up and over his head, Heather’s soft lips tickled over his skin, making him flush with an intoxicating heat that drugged his senses and had him getting snarled in the soft cotton of his shirt as he lost the ability to coordinate his actions, much less think.
All Alex could focus on in that second were the fingers fumbling at his belt buckle and the hot, suckling lips that were sliding down the happy trail of curls to the cock weeping desperately for her kiss.
He should have stopped her. He should’ve punished her, but instead, he stood there captivated, breath held, body tensed as he waited for her to free the aching length of his dick from his jeans. That pain only grew more intense as she fumbled with his belt buckle, but finally the cool air was kissing the naked length of his dick as it sprang free.
Heather’s fingers fisted around him, forming a warm, tight cocoon that had Alex ripping right through his shirt as he glanced down to find Heather kneeling before him, wearing nothing but a smile so filled with joy that it cut through him, leaving Alex defenseless as a sudden surge of warmth that had little to do with lust filled him.
A strange sense of contentment fused with the need boiling in his veins, intoxicating Alex with a potent brew of gut-wrenching want and soul-satisfying pleasure. The sensation hypnotized him, just as Heather did as she wiggled before him, setting her beautiful breasts swaying between the cage of her arms.
Plump and plush and soft and topped with the perfect rose-tinted nipples, the very sight of them made Alex’s mouth water, his hands itch and his cock swell to epic proportions. His dick throbbed demandingly as his gaze remained locked on the tempting curve of Heather’s well-rounded ass as she stretched forward to admire his dick as she pumped it between her fists.
Once, twice, three times—Alex groaned, his head falling back as she worked him with a skill that he had never dared to dream she possessed. Within seconds, she had ticklish thrills of ecstasy dancing up his spine. The sensation flashed with a brilliant explosion as her hand was suddenly replaced by something softer, more plush with a grip that teased more than stroked.
Alex cracked open his eyes, lifting heavy lids that had fallen closed about the same moment Heather had taken control of him. He was her servant, and she his goddess. Goddess was just what Heather looked like as he took in the sight of her nuzzling his swollen and flushed cock between the lush, silken cushion of her cleavage.
Trapping his inflamed flesh between the rounded globes of her breasts, Heather’s gaze lifted as her lips curled into a smile that warned Alex that he had fallen into a trap, but he didn’t care. He had no will left with the fight as he drank in the mesmerizing sight of her long, delicate fingers curling around her breasts and plumping them up, treating his dick to the electrifying thrill of a full-length massage.
Her skin was so soft, so velvety, and felt so cool against his heated flesh, Alex couldn’t help the groan that slipped from his lips as she began to pump her tits up and down the sensitive length of his dick. His cock throbbed beneath her touch, flushing an angry red as it throbbed, silently demanding action, but Alex didn’t flinch. Instead he stood there enduring the sweetest torture of his entire life.
Heather showed no mercy.
Parting those beautiful cherry lips, she dipped her head and caught the very tip of his cock in the molten vise of her mouth. Without ever breaking eye contact, she began to suck him like a lollipop she couldn’t get enough of, allowing him to see her pleasure even as she gave him his. It was the sexiest damn thing he’d ever experienced.
Alex felt the grip on his control slip as his hips began to flex and pump, fucking his dick between the soft press of her breast and deeper into the moist heaven of her mouth. Heather matched his motions, her head bobbing up and down with every thrust as her lips held on to the bulbous head of his cock, licking and nibbling on the sensitive tip as she lapped up the pearls of want dripping from the sightless eye crowding his dick before twirling her way down his length as she took him all the way to the back of her throat.
With every swipe and lick of her wicked tongu
e, Alex’s balls boiled dangerously hotter until the heat seared up his length and still he endured the teasing torment. With his fingers curled into tight fists and his breath panting out of him in great, heaving gasps, he felt the sweat build up along his shoulders. It trickled down his back as pressure built until every nerve ending in his spine was vibrating with a need that could not be contained.
The pure, white-hot pleasure boiling in his balls erupted in a searing avalanche that ripped down the length of his cock and spewed out. Heather pulled back just in time, her hands lifting to cup and tilt his dick so that his release splattered across Alex’s own belly, but he didn’t care. Not right then.
All that mattered to Alex was the rapture ripping through him. It tore him to shreds, leaving him both shaken and weakened, but not afraid. Just the opposite. After years of being haunted by a strange dissatisfaction, Alex finally knew peace.
He’d finally found where he belonged. Now, it was time to show Heather where she belonged…and to who. That thought had Alex matching Heather’s smile as she giggled up at him.
“Oops! It looks like you had a little accident, Sheriff” Heather dared to taunt him before biting her lip and eyeing his torso with a mischievous glance. “Maybe I ought to help you clean up.”
Just like she had when she’d swallowed him whole, Heather kept her eyes locked on his as she leaned forward to lick the seed right off his abdomen. His muscles quivered beneath the soft swipe of her tongue, eliciting another giggle from Heather as her eyes sparkled with amusement.
Alex felt his breath catching once again. She really was beautiful. That beauty didn’t come from the curves that made his mouth water or the satiny glow of her skin that made his hands itch to touch. No, it came from the joy that radiated out of her until the air around her fairly sparked with excitement.
He wanted to bathe in that happiness, to wrap himself in the thrill of simply being near her and drown in her smile. That’s just what he might have done if Konor hadn’t cleared his throat, reminding them both of his presence. Still leaning in the doorway and watching the show, he wore a smirk and a hungry look that warned Alex if he didn’t take control of the situation, Konor would.
Alex didn’t plan on letting that happen. This was his moment and he meant to enjoy it. Shoving his pants out of the way, he stepped clear of his jeans as he lifted a knee up onto the mattress. In slow motion, he crawled up onto the bed, pushing Heather back as he went. She conceded the space to him, settling down onto the sheets and spreading her legs in an open invitation that he didn’t have the will to resist.
Closing his eyes, Alex savored the warm, heavenly feel of Heather’s curves cushioning him as he ground down into her. Her skin was so soft, so velvety. Her curves were so plush. She fit against him like she was made for him because she was and Heather knew it.
Curling her legs around his hips and her arms around his back, she locked him tight against her in a carnal embrace that left little doubt of how much she wanted him. All her teasing and playing had backfired, because she was wet and hungry for more than just a little cock. Heather made that clear as she arched her hips, pumping the wet folds of her cunt down the still swollen length of his cock, bathing him in the heated wash of her arousal.
While the sharp edge of his lusts had been blunted, Alex was more than hard enough to fulfill the demands her body was making. That didn’t mean he was going to. After all these years, after all the tribulations, all the attitude, he finally had Heather just where he wanted her and just how he wanted her—naked and at his mercy.
“You like that, sweetness?” Alex asked, his hot breath warming her neck as he began to tease her with the same nibbling kisses she had used on him earlier. Tracing the graceful arch of her neck as she flexed up toward the heat of his body, he continued to taunt her with crude questions intentionally meant to rile up her defenses.
“Do you, sweetness? You like the feel of my dick pumping through your pussy’s wet little folds? Does it feel as good as it did when I was fucking that tart little mouth of yours, hmmm? Tell me, sweetness, do I taste like oatmeal?”
Alex demanded to know, still smarting over the day she’d had the audacity to actually serve him a bowl of the lumpy, tasteless goo, not that he gave her a chance to respond. Punctuating each question with a pump of his hips, he let her feel every inch of his cock as he stroked himself through the clinging folds of her pussy, paying special attention to the sweet little nub of her clit as he ground down into her. Heather rewarded him with a gasp that had her whole body arching into his as her nails dug deeper into his shoulders. She clung to him, writhing slowly beneath Alex as she begged for more with both her body and her words.
“Oh God, yes! That’s it…just like that…you feel so good, so hard… And you most definitely do not taste like oatmeal.”
Heather’s lips twitched and her eyes sparkled with mischievous delight as she added that on, letting him know that all he’d done was amuse her. Amuse, and provoke. Rubbing her luscious tits against his chest, Heather moaned as the puckered tips of her nipples rasped through his rough, course chest hairs, but her attempt to incite him backfired as her own need rose up, thickening her tone and leaving it heavy with a want that matched the growing pace of her emotions.
“So hard and thick and you make me ache…can’t you feel how wet you make me?” Heather murmured as she arched her hips, blindly trying to align the clenched opening of her cunt with the rounded knob of his cockhead.
Alex assisted, rearing back enough to allow his dick to slip down and press against the sweetly-sucking grasp of her pussy, but he held back, refusing to feed for even an inch as he laid down another trail of suckling kisses, this one leading over the slope of her breast toward the straining tip silently begging for his attention.
That was just another thing he denied her, making Heather cry out and moan as she twisted in his arms, becoming more demanding and frantic as the seconds ticked by. Still, Alex held back, waiting until finally she caved and begged.
“Please…please, don’t leave me empty like this…fuck me…come on and give it to me, you know you want to.” Her voice deepened into a growl with those last few words as her gaze, darkened with a hunger that bordered on ravenous, locked on his. “You’ve been waiting years for this moment, haven’t you?”
He’d been waiting a lifetime, but Alex didn’t offer up that confession. Instead, he reared up onto his palms, staring straight down at Heather as he arched his hips and slid the long, hard length of his cock slowly back through the slick folds of her cunt. He lingered for just a second over her clit, allowing the rounded curve of his swollen cockhead to tease her puckered bud until Heather whimpered, a plaintive sound that tore straight through to his soul.
She hid nothing of her response from him, but allowed her body to flow freely around his as her eyes reflected the whirlwind of pleasure tinted with frustration twisting through her body. Alex felt the intensity of the moment flare higher as the swollen knob of his cockhead slid back down to finally press against the muscles guarding the very entrance to heaven.
That’s what he discovered when he finally pushed forward and sank into the tight clench of her sheath—heaven. Her muscles fisted around him, sucking him deeper in a welcome that he had no will to resist. He didn’t even try, but instead gave into the primitive urges driving him forward and sank slowly forward into the tight, clinging depths of her sheath. Her velvety walls rippled around him as a wave of pure, creamy, molten arousal coated his length.
It was like sinking into sunshine, and he never wanted to leave. This is where he belonged, where Heather belonged, and Alex didn’t plan on stopping until she knew it. Keeping his motions measured and smooth, he fucked her with shallow, gentle thrusts that only had her demanding more.
It was just another thing for Alex to deny her even as he provoked her pleas, but he couldn’t stop her from taking what she wanted. Shoving up against him, Heather pushed Alex onto his back, rolling with him and assuring that he n
ever once slipped free of the heated depths of her cunt. Instead, she took him deeper as she settled her weight over him, sliding all the way down the length of his cock until his balls nestled against the wet heat of her folds.
Heather didn’t wait, didn’t give Alex a chance to savor the moment, but instead immediately began to ride him with a fast pace that quickly had her working herself into a frenzy. He let her. Hell, he encouraged her.
Stretching up to taste the pebbled peaks of the luscious breasts bouncing and swaying before him, he reached down with one hand to spread the lips of her pussy wider, exposing her clit to the teasing tickle of the coarse hairs guarding his balls.
His balls ached, burned as they swelled with another heavy load of seed that soon became a painful pressure that Alex had to fight to keep control of, but he managed—managed to lay there and take it even as his free hand stretched out toward the nightstand and the binds that had been dumped there earlier.
Lost in her own pleasure, Heather didn’t appear to notice at all when he captured both of her wrists in his free hand and stretched her arms behind her back, thrusting the breast he was suckling on deeper into his mouth and making her moan as her cunt contracted around him in another intoxicating spasm.
God, but she was tight.
Tight and wet and, best of all, tasty, and he was hungry for a snack. Making quick work of binding her wrists together, it took all of his fortitude to rip free of her cunt’s clinging depths. Instantly, Heather went into a rage.
Bucking and cursing, her tantrum ended almost as quickly as it started when Alex shoved himself down the mattress until her creaming cunt was dripping down right over his face. The musky scent of her arousal engulfed him, feeding a hunger he didn’t hesitate to give into.
Devouring her pussy, he tasted every flavor and texture her intimate flesh had to offer as he drove her screaming from one release to another. Only once she was sobbing, collapsed down onto the bed and heaving great, gasping breaths, did he finally pulled back. Sliding out from underneath her, he held her hips up in a steady grip as he slid in behind her to align the weeping head of his cock with the tight fist of muscles guarding the entrance to her ass.
