by Jenny Penn
Collin joined her, clearly not feeling the least bit of shame in having helped her torment Jason. “Sorry, man. You’re tagged out for the night.”
“You son of a bitch,” Jason snarled. “I’m going to pay you both back for this.”
“Is that right?” Collin chuckled, obviously not intimidated by that threat. “Well then, I better enjoy this moment, huh?”
“I wanna enjoy it too,” Maryanne chipped in. “Undo me.”
That drew Collin’s gaze back down to her, but he didn’t make any attempt to obey her command. “And why should I do that?”
“Because I’ve got an idea.” More than that, Maryanne had a naughty urge. “Trust me, I know how to make your cousin go nuts.”
Collin appeared to consider that for a moment before finally relenting and reaching up to undo Maryanne’s wrists. The motion had the hard cock still filling her cunt to full pressing in even farther, making her breath catch and her lashes flutter. Then he pulled back, pulled free, and left her sighing as another sweet wave of pleasure flooded through her.
For a moment, Maryanne considered abandoning her plans for Jason to focus back in on Collin, but she could tell by the twinkle in his eyes that he wasn’t going to give her what she really wanted. He was satiated and looking to have some wicked fun. Better to focus that energy on Jason than on herself. Besides, Maryanne knew how to drive them both insane.
Rolling off the bed, she took a moment to wiggle completely out of her clothes, more than a little aware of both men watching her with a predatory hunger that assured Maryanne they wanted her. That fed her confidence as she sauntered right up to Jason naked as the day she was born. He didn’t blink once as she stepped between his spread thighs.
Maryanne held his gaze as she sank to her knees and reached out to rub the massive bulge tenting his jeans. His dick pulsed beneath the thick denim, all but begging to be released. Maryanne took mercy on him, leaning forward to bite down on the edge of his waistband and pop the top button of his jeans free.
One by one, they all gave under the slow, steady tug of her mouth as she pulled back, allowing his dick to pop free. Long, hard, and thick, it gazed up at her with its sightless eye weeping in a silent agony that was seconded by the angry flush turning the bulbous head of his cock damn near purple. Purple and delicious looking.
Maryanne licked her tongue out over his heated flesh, savoring both the taste of his need and the sight of it as Jason’s features tensed, his gaze flaring with a heated rush of desire. He was so sexy and so totally at her mercy. Maryanne didn’t have much of that commodity left. What she did have was a wanton need to torment him.
That was just what she did as she teased him with just her tongue, circling it around and around his cockhead until Jason was panting, his hips lifting as his whole body strained in a desperate attempt to feed her more of his dick. Maryanne pulled back and shook her head at him.
“Uh-uh-uh,” she taunted him. “This my show tonight. Not yours. Until you apologize for putting that stupid-ass ball in my gas tank, you’re not getting to have any fun.”
“I’m sorry.” Jason didn’t hesitate to give her just what she asked for, but he could have taken the moment to sound sincere.
Maryanne laughed, not appeased in the slightest. She made that clear as she went back to treating Jason’s dick like a lollipop she had no intention of sucking. As was becoming a habit, she’d forgotten about something, or technically someone. Collin stepped up behind her to remind her of just whose show it really was.
He fisted a hand in her hair and growled out his orders in a tone that broke no argument. “You’re going to suck that cock, honey. You’re going to take my cousin right to the edge, but he better not come, or I’m going to spank that ass. You got me?”
Maryanne smiled, glancing up at Jason and nodding. “I got you.”
She also had Jason. Clamping her lips around the flared edges of his cockhead, she sucked her way down until he hit the back of her throat. Then she swallowed hard, making him gasp and jerk beneath her. Maryanne would have laughed if she could have.
This was going to be so much fun.
Chapter Eleven
Jason was in hell, and he didn’t know how much more he could stand. Maryanne’s mouth was a wonder that he could have luxuriated in if only his balls weren’t boiling with a need that Collin refused to let her appease. His cousin was an ass, and in full control of the situation. With his hand fisted in Maryanne’s hair, he controlled the depths and speed of her mouth as she fucked and sucked her way down the throbbing length of his cock.
Over and over again, Collin pumped her head fast and hard, only to bring her to nearly a stop, forcing her too high to take more than just head of his dick into the sweet, moist heat of her mouth. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the bastard had the gall to spread Maryanne’s legs with his foot and bend down low enough to fuck the length of his dick deep into her pussy.
Jason felt the effect instantly, as Maryanne’s mouth went slack. She gasped over him, forgetting all about sucking him as Collin began to fuck her right there in front of Jason. It was torture, and his cousin was going to pay. That thought pounded through him as Jason tensed every muscle, using all of his strength to finally crack the arms of the chair and slide his wrists free.
The cuffs still hung from his hands, but that didn’t matter. They didn’t get in the way as he took command of Maryanne’s head and forced her back down over his dick. Praise the lord, the woman clamped her lips tight and sucked. Jason’s head fell backward as the pleasure pulsing out of his cock seared up his spine in a liquid tide of wanton heat. It set every nerve cell on fire, making it impossible for him to hold back as his balls all but exploded with the release that detonated through him.
Jason unloaded into Maryanne’s mouth as she swallowed fast, but she couldn’t take it all. He came that hard, and still his dick remained hard. He needed more, wanted it with a blind desperation that had him pulling free of Maryanne’s mouth before latching onto her and dragging her up onto his lap. Collin grunted as Maryanne squealed, and Jason smiled.
It was his show now. There was only one act left in this play. Maryanne must have known it. Either that or she was as blinded by need as him because it didn’t take any direction from Jason to have her thighs draping over his. Then she was fucking that sweet, tight pussy down his still throbbing length. She took him deep, all the way to heaven, and all Jason could do was sit there and pant.
This was perfection, or so he thought until Maryanne started to move.
* * * *
Maryanne started to move. She had to. The lust boiling in her veins demanded it. Spurred on by the hard, fast ride Collin had given her, Janie could feel the want and lust demanded more, more and now, because she’d been on the edge of coming when Jason had pulled her free of Collin’s dick. His, though, was just as deliciously thick and hard, making her mew as she pumped her hips and ground the sensitive walls of her sheath over his velvety length.
The motion ignited a frantic wave of delight that fizzled up her spine, setting her on fire with the rapture building along every nerve ending. It was too much and, at the same time, not nearly enough…but it was getting close. In a blind desperation, Maryanne rode Jason almost to the edge of a gloriously blinding release, but once again, she was denied as Collin stepped up behind her and placed a hand down her back.
He forced her to bend forward, coming to a stop halfway down Jason’s cock as Jason’s hands lifted to palm the sides of her ass cheeks. He split them wide, opening her up for the rough invasion of Collin’s slickened fingers. There was no doubt about what they were planning on. No more than there was any denying how badly she ached for it.
Still, both men hesitated until Maryanne glanced back at Collin and smiled. “What you waiting for? An invitation?”
That had Collin smirking but not moving as he pulled his fingers free of her ass. “Just wondering if this is your first rodeo.”
“Sorry, stud, but I’ve been do
wn this road before.” Maryanne could tell that wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear and softened her response with a mild reassurance. “But I’ve never been tag teamed before…you ready to show me what it’s all about?”
That taunt had Collin’s gaze narrowing as his eyes darkened with a wicked promise that he delivered on seconds later. Lifting his cock in his fist, he paused only long enough to pull some lube out of his nightstand and coat his dick before bringing the flared head to press right up against the clenched entrance to her ass. Maryanne barely had the chance to catch her breath before he was pushing inward, making her muscles stretch with a sizzling tension that raced straight up her spine.
She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she found herself suddenly impaled on not just one but two thick dicks. The sensation was beyond words, the pleasure beyond anything she’d ever known before. Then they started to move, and Maryanne lost touch with all reality.
All that mattered in that moment was the feel of Jason and Collin sliding in and out, their rhythms alternating so that she was never left feeling empty but neither was she every truly satisfied. She wanted, needed, to feel them pumping into her together. Maryanne wasn’t one to deny herself her wishes. Instead, she gave voice to them, begging and pleading for them to go harder, go deeper, go together.
They denied her, drawing out her cries until tears began to slip down her cheeks. Only then did Jason and Collin finally give in. Holding her steady, they thrust together, filling her with such meaty goodness that her whole body convulsed with the pleasure. Her climax hit her hard, making her writhe as bolts of pure, white-hot rapture shot through her, igniting every nerve in her body with a pulse of delight so rich and strong she all but glowed with the effect.
Still, they continued to fuck her with a ruthlessness that had her coming again, this time hard and fast just like their loving. As the ecstasy splintered through her once again, Maryanne could hear both cousins roaring out as the hot flood of their release filled her body. Then Collin came crashing down, mashing Maryanne into Jason’s heaving chest.
They stayed like that for long minutes, in a sweaty heap as they fought to regain control of their breathing. Soon, though, things began to get a little uncomfortable. Not just for her. Jason shifted beneath Maryanne, his hands coming to push her up and Collin off.
“Okay, you two are getting heavy,” Jason grumbled as Collin stumbled backward, pulling free of Maryanne’s body and making her breath catch in the process.
When her lashes finally stopped fluttering, she managed to gaze down at Jason and frown. “Excuse me? Are you saying I’m heavy?”
“Oh, don’t even go there,” Jason warned her as Collin passed him the key to his cuffs. “You’re in enough trouble as it is, young lady.”
Maryanne snorted at that as she watched Jason free himself and then reach for her. “I don’t think so.”
“And I don’t think you understand the situation,” Jason countered, his fingers tightening on her hips a second before he lifted her off his softening cock. He planted her on her feet right between his spread legs and smiled. “It’s two against one.”
“Those odds are in my favor.” Of that, Maryanne was certain.
Or she was until the room spun around her and she suddenly found herself stretched out, stomach down, across Jason’s legs. Collin’s hands appeared to hold her in place as he stepped into the middle of her and Jason’s argument.
“Actually the odds are in our favor, so we make the rules.”
“The rules?” Maryanne didn’t like the sound of that.
Neither did she care for her position, but no amount of squirming loosened their hold. She was good and pinned. Her only option was to hurt one or both of them. That Maryanne would not do.
“Yep.” Jason sounded dangerously smug as he agreed with his cousin. “The rules, and guess who makes them?”
“God?”
“No, smartass, we do.” Jason emphasized that point with a hard slap to her ass that had Maryanne growling and silently vowing revenge. She’s have it, too, but right then was their turn.
“And the first rule,” Collin began as if they were having a pleasant conversation, “is don’t put yourself in needless danger.”
“What?” Maryanne gasped, outraged by his very suggestion. “My entire life is about needless danger.”
Silence greeted that declaration before Jason finally responded, sounding more than serious now. “No. Your life is about controlled danger, just like ours. Running off to catch a felon on your own is needless when you have us to work with.”
“So is rushing into the line of fire,” Collin added. “You should have stayed in that car.”
“I couldn’t.” It wasn’t in her nature.
“And why not?”
Because she cared, but did she dare to admit it?
“It was just instinct,” Maryanne whispered, wimping out of confessing the truth.
Collin, though, wasn’t going to let her get away with that. He pressed forward in a blind demand for the truth. “That’s bullshit. You never, ever, are that careless…but you ran toward the gunfire anyway. Why?”
“Because I was worried, okay?” Maryanne snapped, feeling cornered. “I was worried…”
She couldn’t get the last two words said, but they hung there in the silence as clear as if she had spoken them. As the seconds ticked by, she grew more and more tense, certain that she was being rejected until finally Jason broke the tension as he whispered her name.
“Maryanne?”
“What?” She snapped back, braced for whatever he had to say but still unprepared for what he did say.
“I love you.”
* * * *
Jason knew he was scaring the shit out of Maryanne. She was tense and trembling, but that didn’t stop him from telling her the truth, the only truth that mattered.
“I’d lay down and die for you, Maryanne. So you can’t go rushing into danger…or I might be the one who gets killed.”
Maryanne jerked upward with that confession, and he let her, allowing her wide eyes to meet his as he read the shock and fear in her gaze. Swollen and pouty, her lips quivered as they mouthed words that didn’t even break the air with a single sound. They didn’t need to. Jason could read the denial in her shake of her head.
“Yes,” he insisted. “I’m in love with you. You are a beautiful, funny, exciting woman, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Maryanne swallowed hard as she stumbled back onto her feet. Before she could fall over, Collin was there to catch her in his arms. Jason’s cousin lifted a finger to turn Maryanne’s gaze away from him and toward Collin. Then he was whispering out his own confession, making her go even paler.
“I love you, too, smartass, and I’m not planning on letting you get away.” Collin paused before smiling. “That’s the second rule, no running.”
Maryanne blinked that in, slowly regaining some of her color as she stiffened up and pulled free of Collin’s hold. Finally, she managed a response.
“I…I…I am not going to say I love you,” she declared with a firm conviction before bowing her head and muttering almost to herself, “But I do.”
Jason and Collin shared a look and broke into smiles. That was their Maryanne. She fought everything to the bitter end. They didn’t expect any different from her now. That was just the way she was. They could accept that.
“It’s all right,” Jason assured her as he rose out of his seat. “When you’re ready to say it, we’re ready to marry it…just try to be ready before you get pregnant.”
That reminder that he’d just shot a load into her without the protection of a condom had Maryanne’s eyes widening once again. This time Jason didn’t even bother to control his laughter.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I live near Charleston, SC with my two biggies (my dogs). I have had a slightly unconventional life. Moving almost every three years, I’ve had a range
of day jobs that included everything from working for one of the world’s largest banks as an auditor to turning wrenches as an outboard repair mechanic. I’ve always regretted that we only get one life and have tried to cram as much as I can into this one.
Throughout it all, I’ve always read books, feeding my need to dream and fantasize about what could be. An avid reader since childhood, as a latchkey kid I’d spend hours at the library earning those shiny stars the librarian would paste up on the board after my name.
I credit my grandmother’s yearly visits as the beginning of my obsession with romances. When she’d come, she’d bring stacks of romance books, the old fashion kind that didn’t have sex in them. Imagine my shock when I went to the used bookstore and found out what really could be in a romance novel.
I’ve working on my own stories for years and have found a particular love of erotic romances. In this genre, women are no longer confined to a stereotype and plots are no longer constrained to the rational. I love the anything goes mentality and letting my imagination run wild.
I hope you enjoyed running with me and will consider picking up another book and coming along for another adventure.
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