Heather's Challenge [Cattleman's Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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Instead he tormented her, teasing Heather with a taste of what could be as he fucked her over and over again, before lifting his chin and ripping away the butterfly from her clit with his teeth in a move that had her squealing. Those shrieks of delight turned into outright screams as he trapped her clit beneath his tongue and pumped it hard and fast, just like the fingers pistoning in and out of her ass.
It wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed him and could only wish that Konor was there as well. He wasn’t, though, leaving her completely at Alex’s mercy. He had none, which was just the way Heather liked him.
He was aggressive and determined, driving her toward the razor-sharp edge of one release after another, constantly pulling back whenever she clenched with the beginning throes of a climax until she was crazed with a need that clawed through her with painful talons that left her willing to do or say anything he wanted…almost anything.
Heather still had some sass left in her as Alex finally rose up to peel off her blindfold and capture her within the dark intensity of his penetrating gaze. The hunger she saw swirling there matched her own. In this they were equal.
That certainty filled Heather with a warmth that had nothing to do with passion but everything to do with longing. She wanted so much more from him than simply this moment. She wanted to stack this moment on top of the next, piling up one after another until they towered into a lifetime of memories, because that’s what she really wanted. She wanted a lifetime.
“I want the words,” Alex demanded, as if reading her thoughts and responding to them.
“What words?” Heather asked with a husky laugh as she arched her back and lifted her legs to twine them around Alex’s hips.
It took muscle and his cooperation to pull him in close enough to grind her aching mound against the long, hard length of his erection. Alex held back but it cost him…or, maybe, he didn’t have the will to resist after all. Heather dared to hope as Alex’s hands tightened around her hips, forcing her back far enough for him to snap his belt free and wrench his zipper down.
Instantly, his dick sprang free, falling forward to thump against the aching curve of her mound. Heather greeted him eagerly, fighting to free herself of Alex’s hold as he held her still and teased her with a slow, gentle pump of his hips. The motion dragged his delicious thickness across the very tips of her pussy lips in a caress so ticklishly sweet her eyes fluttered closed as she arched into his touch in a silent plea for more.
Alex indulged her, pumping the hard length of his cock through her weeping folds until Heather was nearly mindless with the pleasure. It grew hotter and even more intense with each grinding pass of his velvety thickness over her sensitive flesh. He drove the flames consuming her fire until it raged with the strength of an inferno, consuming everything in its path including her will to resist.
“You know what words.” Soft, dark, and wicked, Alex’s voice licked over her like a forbidden caress while the flared head of his cock teased her with a different kind of caress as it came to rest against the clenched opening of her sheath.
“It’s just three little words,” Alex taunted her, pressing ever so slightly inward, making her gasp and arch as a fine sheen of sweat broke out across her shoulders.
He felt so good. She just wanted more. She needed it. He needed three little words.
“Give them to me,” Alex demanded.
Heather lifted the heavy lids sheltering her gaze to catch his and hold it as she finally gave him what he asked for. “Shave my pussy.”
* * * *
Those weren’t exactly the words Alex had been looking for, but they still cut through him with the sharpness of a joy so profound there were no words to describe it. Only actions.
She loved him.
With that knowledge seared across his heart, Alex surged forward, pumping himself deep into the hot, clinging depths of her cunt. It was like heaven. A heaven that was warm, wet, and familiar, yet always exciting. Her muscles clenched around him, pulsing and spasming in delicious little waves that echoed down his length and had the seed in his balls boiling dangerously hotter.
He wasn’t going to last.
He wasn’t going to make it.
He held on as long as he could, but the need was too great, the pleasure too overwhelming. There was no controlling it. No denying it. There was just the white-hot rapture streaking up his spine, but Alex would be damned if he found his release first.
Gripping Heather’s ass tight, he bounced her up and down his dick faster and harder, driving her cries of delight into shrill shrieks as she clung to him, her hips flexing with a manic rhythm as she claimed her own release. Alex felt her come apart in his arms.
Her sheath clenched down tight enough around his cock to damn near cut off the blood flow, making his dick swell to painful proportions before finally the dam broke. The seed flooded out of his balls, searing down the length to roar out of him with such strength his whole body jerked forward.
Every one of his muscles tightened and contracted painfully for a long second before releasing with a rush of ecstasy so potent it washed away all his strength. Alex stumbled back on weak and wobbly legs, and probably would have gone crashing to the ground if Heather hadn’t needed him.
She collapsed against him, her breath fanning hot and moist across the sweat-slickened side of his neck as her arms clung to his shoulders. Somewhere along the line he must have snapped her cuffs free.
That didn’t bother Alex half as much is the fact that he didn’t remember unleashing her. It was proof of his total loss of control, control Heather had snatched away with her three little words. God help him if she ever got around to giving him the words he asked for…actually, God should help her because Alex was far from done.
Buried deep within her, Alex’s dick began to swell once again, milked back to hardness by the shudders still running down the length of Heather’s cunt. The hunger that had been satiated only minutes ago returned full force. He was in no condition to deny it.
Alex stumbled back through the bathroom that connected his room to Konor’s, carrying Heather right over to Konor’s bed. He fell over with her, his hips already starting to swing. He was fucking her before they even hit the mattress. Alex couldn’t stop.
The hunger just wouldn’t abate. Instead it grew stronger, sharper, deeper with every release he claimed…they claimed, because Heather was there with him, matching him thrust for thrust as the bed pounded against the wall until finally Alex came so hard the very strength in his muscles liquefied beneath the pressure.
He collapsed, going limp and passing out for the first time in his life with his hips still flexing and Heather’s cries of fulfillment ringing in his ears.
Chapter 44
That’s just how Konor found Alex, sprawled out on top of Heather and snoring into his mattress, which was exposed by the sheets tangled around their naked bodies. Clearly, they had gone at it. From the cracks in the wall, it looked like they’d gone at it pretty hard.
Hard enough that they’d obviously broken his bed frame, Konor noted with a scowl. He knew why they were here, in his bed, having already gotten a glimpse of Alex’s room. That didn’t mean he wasn’t a little annoyed they’d broken his bed, or that they were taking up most of it. Not that he blamed Heather for any of his grievances.
Looking like the innocent victim pinned beneath Alex’s heavy weight, Heather lay there chewing her lip as she studied the ceiling, an uncertain expression wrinkling at her brow. The look of worry softened into one of welcome as her gaze dropped down to capture his as Konor came to a stop in the doorway.
“Are you here to rescue me?”
Heather kept her voice low but still her words earned a snort from Alex, who look like he might rouse for a moment but with another grumble he turned his chin and buried his nose in Heather’s hair and was happily snoring away in seconds. Konor watched Heather bite back down on her lip and realized she wasn’t worrying it, but holding back her laughter.
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“Be careful,” Heather cautioned him, unable to stop a giggle from escaping before taunting Konor with the wicked truth. “He’s still stuck in me.”
Konor could have assured Heather that he had handled these kinds of situations all the time but that would have been a lie. Passing out while atop a lady was a little uncouth, but passing out while still stuck in her? Now that was a tale worth sharing. So would what happened next.
“I’ll be real gentle.” Konor tossed her a wink before latching onto Alex’s shoulder and sending him tumbling across the bed.
This time Alex did wake up only long enough to shoot Konor a dirty look before he rolled back over onto his stomach and passed back out. Another giggle escaped Heather as she studied Alex with an expression that could only mean trouble.
That was Alex’s problem, and right then Konor was Heather’s. Not that she appeared the least bit concerned as he plucked her off the bed.
“You are my knight in shining armor,” Heather praised him, showing a complete lack of regard for her nudity as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“And you are my every wet dream rolled into one,” Konor retorted with a lecherous glance down her body.
He didn’t know who was responsible for the swing and all the gear, but he could tell Heather had enjoyed herself. The evidence of spent passion marred the creamy smoothness of her skin. There were red abrasions covering her breast and hinting at a mauling that still had her nipples puckered, her breast flushed and swollen.
There were also bruises in the shape of fingers flanking her hips and bearing testament to how hard Alex had gripped her and how savagely he had ridden her, but there were no complaints lingering around the edges of Heather’s smile. Neither were there any shadows darkening the brilliant sparkle of her gaze.
Instead, the heady scent of satisfaction lingering on her. The rich aroma of spent passion was infused with the fragrant scent of arousal still not quenched. She was hungry for more, hungry for him. Konor could see it in Heather’s eyes.
“I’m whatever you want me to be,” Heather promised him with a sultry purr that licked over him, awakenings senses that only she had ever been able to touch. “Just say the word and I’ll heed.”
“I’m not the one who has something to say,” Konor reminded her as he carried her into the bathroom. “You’re the one with some confessing to do.”
Not bothering to release her until he had her cornered in the large shower stall, he dropped her back onto her feet even as he crowded her against the wall, looming over her in a blatant attempt to intimidate Heather even though he could tell by the size of her smile the effort was wasted.
“You sound a lot like Alex.” Heather’s gaze poignantly darted over Konor’s shoulder and back toward the bedroom door as her smile kicked up a notch. “And you see what happened to him.”
“You broke my bed.”
“That we did,” Heather agreed, sounding more than pleased by that fact. Stretching up onto her tiptoes she looped one arm around his neck and ground the naked length of her body against his in open invitation. “Wanna go break his?”
“What I want is to hear what you said to him right before he broke my bed,” Konor insisted.
Something had happened. Alex wouldn’t have gone crazy over nothing... well, actually, he might have, but Heather’s smile assured Konor his friend had a good reason to be so tired.
“I told him he could shave my pussy,” Heather whispered against Konor’s neck as her lips brushed over his corded muscles in a gentle caress that had his breath catching.
A second later it came rushing out of him as a sudden downpour of cold water drenched him. Heather had reached behind to turn on the shower and then laughed as Konor jumped back out of the spray with a curse that held no real heat. He wasn’t actually mad. How could he be when Heather gazed up at him like that?
Her smile was like a ray of sunshine, the devilish curl filled him with a wicked warmth that warned Konor he was in the sweetest kind of trouble. The kind that made a man lose his head, not to mention his heart, and Konor’s was long gone.
His sanity was nowhere to be found as the torrent of water rained down over Heather, slickening her voluptuous curves. She drew his attention to those soft hills and valleys as she skimmed her hands up over her thighs and around the flare of her hips to tease the gentle swell of her stomach before lifting up to cup the generous mounds of her breasts.
Konor’s hands fumbled with his clothes as his gaze remained captivated by the sensual beauty of her motions. He didn’t know how long he stood there but only that his eyes went dry as he watched her suds up her hands with a thick bar soap before gliding them over every inch of her body.
Her strokes were slow, her smile dreamy, and it was clear she was enjoying the touch of her own hands. Konor bit down on his lip, curling his fingers into tight fists as he watched her lift one leg up to rest her foot on the little bench built into the stall, exposing the swollen folds of her cunt not only to his gaze but to the hard blast of a body jet.
Heather’s head fell back, a moan of pleasure falling from her lips. The sexy sound had Konor breaking into a sweat as he imagined it was his lips, his tongue, his face buried in that sweet pussy. He wanted to be the man to make her pant, make her whimper, make her scream as she came apart perched upon his tongue. The heavy length of his cock straining behind his zipper pulsed and throbbed in angry demand, hungry to be the one that got to bury itself in her hot depths.
Konor didn’t give to either demand, but remained rooted in his spot. The show wasn’t over.
Heather’s naughty, little wicked hands were moving, lifting to cup her breast as her fingers swept out to roll and pull on the hardened tips. Then, sweet mercy above, she locked her gaze on his as her chin dipped low enough for her tongue to curl out and tease her own puckered nipple.
Around and around, her tongue twirled and swirled until Konor didn’t think he could stand there doing nothing anymore, but neither could he move. His heart was pounding, racing against the hot rush of blood through his veins as his muscles tensed, straining with a need that held him rooted in his spot even as he watched her catch her tit between the rosy arch of her lips.
Hypnotized, he watched with his eyes going dry as she sucked on her own breast. The only sight that could have drawn his gaze away was that of her other hand abandoning her other breast to slide downward in bury itself between her legs. With her foot still resting the bench, she kept her leg spread wide enough for him to watch as her fingers curled over her clit, toying with it with the same twirling dance as her tongue did around her nipple as her lips released the puckered tip.
She circled both pink buds, grinding them downward as she gasped and moaned. Her motions quickly grew frantic as her other hand abandoned her breast to join the first in tormenting her pussy. Burying three fingers deep into her cunt, she gasped with pleasure as her head fell back against the wall. Her eyes drifted close as she appeared to forget all about him, obscuring Konor’s view as she became engrossed in her ministrations.
Konor didn’t need to see to know what she was doing. Neither did he need to guess at how her touch affected her. Heather was shuddering, gasping, and flushing with a heat that had nothing to do with the water beginning to steam all around her. Still she didn’t cry out in release and it quickly became apparent that she couldn’t.
She needed help.
She needed him.
* * * *
Heather’s strained, her whole body arching as every muscle quivered. The pinnacle that burned gloriously bright before her was just out of reach and every time she came too near, it flickered away, leaving the pleasure pounding through her to multiply. It imploded instead of exploding, drowning her in wave after wave of frustrated delight until she was mindless with the need to come.
“I think we have a little exhibitionist on our hands.”
Blinking open her gaze, Heather found Alex looming behind Konor in the doorway and smiled. Now her dreams really were coming true. Not Konor’s, though. He turned to frown at Alex as he stepped into the bathroom.
“We might just have to consider making another show out of her. What do you think?
Heather smiled as she caught Alex’s gaze, liking the sound of that. Konor, apparently, didn’t.
“I think you already made a show, a meal, and everything else out of her,” Konor shot back dourly. “Maybe it’s time to get off the court and let somebody else have some time with the ball.”
“You can go play with all the balls you want,” Alex shot back, his lips twitching with a snicker. “I prefer to play a different type of game.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” Konor snapped, his scowl darkening.
“Who the hell ever knows what you mean?” Alex snorted dismissively. “You and all your plans, you convolute everything to a point where it is impossible to keep up.”
“Only for the simpleminded,” Konor muttered loud enough for even Heather to hear him over the rush of the shower. Alex certainly heard, heard and took immediate exception.
“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Alex asked taking a threatening step forward and ensuring Heather it was time to interfere before things grew too heated.
“It means, go the hell away,” Konor explained with enough condescension to turn the heated steam cold. “You already had your turn and now it’s mine, or is that too convoluted for you to understand?”
“Maybe you’re the confused one,” Alex shot back. “Because I thought I was pretty clear. I’m not leaving, so get over it. If you want time alone with your ball, you’re just going to have to steal it and don’t expect me to make that easy for you. After all, I am the sheriff.”
“So that’s the way it’s going to be, huh?”
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