by Kaliana Cole
The couple of times they’d played with subs who challenged and tried to top from the bottom, Brody’s reaction had been swift and ruthless. They’d been left in no doubt of who was, in fact, in charge. Yet here he was acting like a kid a candy store every time Casey mouthed off. Glee shined from his eyes, unholy glee to be sure, but a genuine happiness that left Luke bewildered.
“What do you reckon, Luke? Should I spank her right where she is, or plant her on your cock first? She’s that wet and ready you’ll be balls deep in one go.”
That one didn’t take any thought whatsoever. “You know where my vote is. I won’t pass up that kind of offer.” Luke stood up, nearly ripping his shirt in his haste to get out of his gear.
“Why don’t you go around in front of Casey and give her a little show? We know she likes to watch.” He punctuated the last with a sound smack to her blushing ass.
Luke didn’t need any encouragement. Watching Casey’s hungry gaze eat him up was a heady rush not to be passed up. Fire flashed in her sapphire blues as he stopped just out of reach in front of her. Color was high on her cheeks, a fevered blush that extended down her chest to where her full breasts danced freely. Her heated glare faltered as he reached for his belt, lingering on the fingers that toyed with the buckle. Her tongue swept her lips and his cock lurched higher, trying to find a way past his zipper.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart? You’re awfully quiet there. You haven’t run out of sass, have you?”
“Screw you, Luke.”
“Anytime, baby, anytime.” He let the open buckle fall to the side and reached for the button on his waistband. Christ, she looks hungry! She was struggling to maintain her you-and-the-horse-you-rode-in-on attitude, but it was a bit hard when she kept licking her lips and devouring him with her eyes.
“Keep wetting those lips, sweetheart. I can think of one or two uses for you to put them to.” He laughed when she snapped her teeth together warningly. “You won’t bite me. You’ll bite Brode, but I know I’m safe.”
He released the button and peeled his jeans open. The force his cock was placing on the zipper made it give without touching the tab. Her eyes caressed every inch of his misshapen cock. He’d always been self-conscious about it until he’d learned about G-spots. He now knew it was a woman’s best friend, but he had to be careful how he used it.
Casey was the only woman he’d taken from behind without complaint. The fact that she’d loved it gave him hope that she’d handle him anally. Only one woman ever had, and she’d been too much of a pain slut for them to take on more than once. She’d wanted things that had left even Brody blanching.
He dropped his jeans to the ground and stepped out of them. Casey watched every movement of his bobbing cock like a Labrador does a tennis ball. He smiled widely as he turned from side to side and her gaze followed faithfully. When he wrapped his hand around it and pulled it away from his body, milking a pearly drop from the tip, she groaned and stretched out her neck as far as Brody’s grip on her hair would allow.
“Do you want it, sweetheart?” He tilted his cock down so that the trembling bead of moisture was nearly in her reach.
Brody brought his hand down on her ass. “Luke asked you a question.” His voice held none of the wicked joy on his face.
“No!” She tore her gaze away but was unable to keep it from straying back.
Luke collected the drop of pre-cum on his finger and gripped her jaw while he painted it across her bottom lip. She fought it until the first taste hit her tongue and she was lost. Her tongue swept her lip and then licked the remaining traces from his finger. He wouldn’t let her suck it. While he would trust in her conscience preventing her from biting his vulnerable cock, he knew damn well she wouldn’t have any such qualms about his tougher finger.
He fisted her hair and gave a nod for Brode to release her braid. He felt a rush of adrenaline like he did every time he gave the nod in the roping box or the bucking chute. That aura of not knowing what was going to happen was half the fun. Casey didn’t disappoint him. She tossed her head and shook it to avoid the thick flesh he was trying to work into her mouth, but he could see the hunger and wild excitement in her eyes. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes glazed over as Brody let her have another stinging smack. Luke used the opportunity to press his advantage. He didn’t push in to her mouth, he just rubbed the wide tip against the ruby satin of her lips. Teasing Casey would accomplish a lot more than force ever would.
The first hot lash of her tongue brought a rush of heat like a blowtorch running up his balls. He groaned and her eyes flashed open at the first sign of weakness, like a predator who had just caught the first scent of blood. A vixen’s smile lit up her face as she opened her mouth and took his cockhead between her teeth. The sharp edge of her pearly whites threatened as she growled, but Luke held her gaze. “You don’t want to hurt me, Case. You want to taste my salt on your tongue so bad. Let go of Brode’s leg and wrap your hand around me. I’ll give it to you as hard and as deep as you want.”
A hungry growl heralded her capitulation.
Her hand felt like watered silk after his sandpaper grip while her mouth was complete and utter heaven. Her eyes closed as his cock passed over the velvet of her tongue and he leaned into her, letting her say when he’d gone deep enough. The touch of the back of her throat had him throwing back his head in pained pleasure. His wildest fantasy, a woman with no gag reflex and a tongue like hot greased lightning!
He felt his cock jerk and a mini almost-orgasm sent a little spurt of seed barreling up his cock. He let her collect that and then pulled away from her hot and willing mouth. Brody would never let him forget it if he blew his load at this early juncture. He chuckled as her tongue tried vainly to reach him. “Later, baby. Brode’s got some plans for that ass of yours first.”
“Big plans.”
Luke watched her eyes grow hazy as Brody spanked her again to emphasize his words. He would never have thought that strong and independent Casey Buckley would get off on having her ass spanked. Or that my-way-or-the-highway Brody would enjoy having a woman defy him at every turn. But there was no mistaking the mirthful satisfaction in his face as Casey recovered and started spluttering curses and threats once more.
Luke just smiled and reached for the box of rubbers he’d dropped on the side table. He chose one without looking, his eyes on the skirmish unfolding between Casey and Brode, and was more than a little startled to find Cookie-Monster blue encasing his cock when he glanced down.
A shocked snort of laughter also came from the wench writhing in his brother’s lap when he turned around. “Oh, God! It’s a horny Smurf!”
Brode was no better. “Man, I’ve heard of blue balls, but that’s fuckin’ ridiculous.”
Seriously, how was a man supposed to cope with that?
A lesser man would wilt under the mockery, but Luke held his head high and his cock followed suit as he sat down. “You won’t be so full of cheek in a minute, sweetheart. You’ll be begging for my blue friend before long.” He grabbed her hand and freed it from the remains of her shirt. “Toss her over here. I was going to give her something to sit on while you quit mucking around and really reddened her ass, but after that little episode, I’ll wait until she begs for Papa Smurf.”
“You’ll be old and gray before I beg for either one of you two.”
“Keep telling yourself that, honey.” Brody rumbled and lifted her wriggling form.
Luke took possession of her other hand as well, and Brody positioned her straddling his lap. She struggled and squirmed like a fresh-landed catfish, but all it accomplished was to rub her ripe, dripping-wet pussy all over his sheathed and eager cock. She froze abruptly when a smack rang out and her clit slid along his length. Smoky sapphire burned hotter than the summer night as her breath caught in her throat.
Luke smiled at her raw hunger. “That one was just for fun. You’ll be lucky to make it to ten before you’re trying to skewer yourself on old bluey here.”
He lay back, holding her wrists to his chest and giving her the choice of whether to stay upright or follow him down. As it left him with a glorious view of her dancing above him or the feel of those firm breasts rubbing all over him, it was a no-lose situation for him.
She stayed upright and Brody nipped at her shoulder, moving in close. Focus faded from her eyes and her mouth lost all tension. Luke didn’t need to hear Brody to know where his hand was.
“What’s the matter, honey? All the fight goes out of you when that plug moves in your ass.” He knew Casey would hate to know just how submissive her gesture was when she arched her neck, baring her throat to Brody’s questing lips and teeth. “I think you’re all talk, Casey. Your safe word is ‘Gargamel.’ When you can’t take it anymore, you just yell that out and we’ll all know you’re all talk.”
Gargamel? It took Luke a little while to realize it was the bad guy in The Smurfs. Brody must spend a lot more time than he did watching The Cartoon Network, but with Casey sliding all over his dick like a hot, slick dream, his mind was a little sidetracked to begin with. “It’s Gargamel or Papa Smurf. Your choice, sweetheart.” He rocked his hips and watched her eyes glaze over once more.
“Don’t do that, Luke. She’ll come before we get her to say anything.” Brody gave her a short, sharp tap and Luke sucked in a breath as her hands dug into the muscles of his chest.
Her head went back and her breasts thrust out, just begging to be touched. He loosened his grip on her wrists and, when she made no move to remove her talons from his chest, released them completely. Her white flesh beckoned, and his mouth watered in anticipation. He cupped the weighty globes and caught a sharp, distended nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. The unadulterated pleasure that infused her face as he rolled and pinched them had him digging deep for control. She wanted to come so damn bad. He wished he could give it to her, loved nothing more than watching her come apart, but Brody was depending on him to prove they could master her pleasure as well as her body. When Brody pushed her down upon his chest, he made no move to relinquish the responsive, engorged peaks he had claimed.
He heard the solid sting of hard palm meeting feminine flesh and the raw ecstasy on Casey’s face made it apparent Brody was working the sweet spots. The line where buttock met thigh was made for heavy handling. There was plenty of flesh to take the blow and the proximity to her fevered, swollen sex tweaked all the right nerves as the burn spread insidiously.
Luke could hardly restrain his grin as he realized Brody was as full of shit as Casey was. There was no way in hell he would give her any pain that wasn’t designed to bring her pleasure. For all his talk of teaching her a lesson and not being responsible for the repercussions of her actions, Brody was in complete control and loving every second of her submissive body and defiant mouth. He was like some savage dog on a chain, all snarling threats and posturing, but became a playful puppy when the chain snapped.
Casey and Brody were bringing out sides of each other Luke had never even glimpsed. Some part of him recognized that he should be feeling left out, isolated by the way they sparked off each other, but he could also recognize that Casey gave him something special, too.
He could play with the best of them, had been tutored and mentored in all the ways to bring a woman more pleasure than she could possibly find by herself or with an average lover through delayed orgasm. But with Casey, he could just be himself. He was a generous lover at heart. He knew he was good for two, maybe three times with the right partner, but he saw no reason why a being capable of multiple orgasms shouldn’t be allowed to experience the full potential of their abilities. Nothing was more beautiful, or more satisfying, than watching a woman climax, but it was so much more when his heart was involved as much as his dick. He wanted to see Casey come even more than he wanted to hear her beg for his cock.
The blows Brody rained down upon her shifted her against his shaft and had her rearing back in rapture. Luke pinched her harder to get her to focus on him. It took quite a bit of force for her to stop riding the wave of pain and break free.
“Ask for it and I’ll let you come, sweetheart.” He watched the fog clear as she focused on him. “Just ask. I don’t need to hear you beg.”
Her fingers loosened and her soft hands stroked up to his shoulders. Casey lowered her head and her panting breath touched his ear. “I want you inside me so bad Luke, but if I give in, Brody wins.”
“No, baby. We all win.” He arched his back and lined the tortured head of his cock up with her dripping entrance. “Just ask and it’s yours.” He pressed against her fevered tissue, teasing her with the promise of his flesh.
He felt her smile where her cheek pressed to his and then she licked wickedly up the shell of his ear. Over the fierce pounding of blood her busy tongue inspired, he heard her whisper “just call me Smurfette,” and then the incredible liquid inferno of her snug cunt enveloped him.
* * * *
The moan torn from her throat was downright greedy, with a real “gimme more” quality to it that even Luke’s god-help-me groan couldn’t disguise.
Brody shook his head affectionately. Luke just couldn’t help himself. Casey was perfect for his brother. She would take every scrap of pleasure as her due and had the strength and stamina to make even Luke cry for mercy. His brother had earned a hell of a reputation as a ladies’ man even in high school. Ever since Sara-Lou Baker had shown him how to double strum a clit, he’d been obsessed with dishing out pleasure. Blue balls hadn’t bothered him, and so long as he got his date off, he’d come home with a smile on his face.
Even buried in the most welcoming pussy Brody had ever enjoyed, Luke was totally focused on giving her release. Casey’s head went back and she lifted up enough that he had no doubt that his brother was making a meal of those creamy, pink-tipped breasts with their sprinkling of freckles. Rather than riding Luke’s ridiculously blue cock, she was grinding down in short, sharp circles in blatant pursuit of orgasm. He couldn’t keep his hands off her writhing ass. Proof of the spanking he had bestowed had reddened the tight, creamy globes to a deep blush, and the base of the heavy plug parted the cleft and left her erotically exposed.
He wanted to tear that plug out and sink into the satin-smooth clasp he’d so thoroughly enjoyed before, but first she had to beg. Luke was a pushover, but he was made of sterner stuff. He loved that she challenged him. Any who had tried before had been so thoroughly cowed when he retaliated that he’d been disgusted by their weakness. But Casey was different.
He’d been terrified today. It had felt like someone had wrapped their hand around his heart and squeezed when Andy had called, but it had been nothing to the fear that had gripped him when he had seen how close that bullet had come to ending all of the hopes and dreams that had wound themselves around him regarding Casey. The need to protect her had been magnified and strengthened by how close he had come to losing her. If he hadn’t seen the spark of need in her sapphire gaze when she’d let fly with that “Fuck you,” he had no idea what he would have done.
Her need had called to his own, a need to celebrate the fact that she was alive. Casey’s penchant to be dominated surprised and delighted him. She wanted him at his worst, wasn’t happy unless she was provoking him, but the very fact that she loved that side of him tamed it. He could be as strong and forceful as he wanted, give absolute reign to his dominant streak, but, like throwing the reins at a bolting horse, by ceding control he was actually maintaining the upper hand. The only difference between bolting and galloping as fast as you can was whether or not you were trying to stop.
Brody had no intentions of even reaching for the reins.
He gripped the base of the plug and tugged it halfway out. Casey cried out as he moved it within her tight grip. She reacted so sweetly to having her ass played with, and that he had been the first to fuck it was heady knowledge. He watched her back arch as he fed the slick glass back in, an arch that told him Luke had got impatient with waiting and was he
lping her over the edge. Brody pushed against the base of the toy and gave her the contact of his chest on her back as she came. It was a lovely, drawn-out moan, but he knew they could do better. He pulled the plug from her orgasm-tightened body.
“Oh, put it back.” Casey’s plaintive wail brought a smile to Brody’s face.
He nipped the back of her neck and held her back against him. The wet peaks of her breasts let him know that Luke certainly had been feasting. “What’s the matter, baby, feeling empty without it? I’ve got something bigger here if you want it.” He ran his naked cock up and down the crease of her ass, grimacing when her relaxed pucker caught at his tip. She was so ready for him it took his breath away. Her body trusted him implicitly.
Luke’s eyes followed every movement of his hands over Casey’s ripe breasts. Luke had absolutely no shame when it came to loving. Brody had been a little self-conscious when they’d first started sharing women, but he’d quickly realized that Luke loved to play the voyeur, and although they were up close and personal, his brother’s attention was solely on their woman. Luke would even go down on a woman while Brody was fucking her when Brody wouldn’t even contemplate having his head anywhere another man’s groin. But because it didn’t faze Luke in the slightest, he didn’t let it faze him. Luke always made sure there was plenty of clearance between his mouth and Brody’s bits, and Luke’s eyes were something he had gotten used to.
The skin of her neck was salty beneath his tongue, tangy with sweat. He bit down on the delicate muscle cording the side and chuckled when she pushed back against him, looking for something to fill the hungry void he had created. “Ask me to fuck it, and you can have it all, Casey. Tell me you want my cock in your ass.”
“Anything, just let me have it now!”
“Uh-uh, not happening. Ask me nice.” Brody reached for a condom and donned it without moving away from her back. If he stopped touching her she’d be able to think again. “Come on, baby. Do you want it?”
