Finn tried to brace himself for what could happen next. He was sure he was about to see his girlfriend fuck another man. The thought of it made him sick, but he realized he was leaning forward, like he was eagerly waiting for it. It was so, so wrong, but deep down he knew he wanted to see Alycia fuck Scott. He could barely admit it to himself. Would he ever be able to tell her she was right about him, or would he keep this a secret? Finn didn’t know if he could ever tell Alycia that he stood in the shadows and watched her fuck someone else.
Scott had been stroking her hair, but now he tightened his fingers in her long dark locks and pulled her harder onto his cock. Finn watched in fascination as Scott took control of his girlfriend. Alycia stiffened and seemed to be fighting back, but Scott had her where he wanted her. Finn watched as Scott jacked his hips off the couch and fucked Alycia’s mouth, while he pulled her down onto him at the same time. Finn realized that not only did he like watching Alycia in action, he liked it even better when he saw her being used. Scott was fucking her mouth like she was some eager slut. Finn supposed she was.
Alycia gagged when Scott shoved his prick to the back of her throat, and then beyond. She dug her nails into his hairy thighs and stared up at him helplessly, but he did not care. He stared down at her malevolently, like she was only there to get him off. Alycia shivered with excitement as Scott took control. She relaxed and let him thrust his cock down her throat. Her lips locked tightly around him and her cheeks hollowed. Her pussy was on fire. Being taken was so wonderful. Alycia reached down between her legs and pushed her thong aside to find her clit. It was so slippery, but she kept her fingers there and shocks of pleasure rocked through her. She was already so close to coming.
Her drool ran down his shaft and he moved her faster and faster. Her nose pressed into his pubic hair. Alycia could barely breathe, but she did not want him to stop. She wanted Scott to come.
“Suck it…suck it…take it all…” Scott grunted. He sounded like someone else entirely, not the sweet guy she’d dragged into the basement.
Finn gripped the shelves beside him with both hands. It was the only way he could keep from rubbing himself. He saw Alycia was rubbing herself. She looked so slutty. She was sucking some guy’s cock and she was so horny she had to rub her pussy. God, he wanted to fuck her so badly. Finn wanted to rush in there and pull up her costume and thrust his cock into her. He wanted to feel her body rocking from Scott using her mouth while he fucked her.
Scott jammed his cock in the back of her throat and Alycia felt him erupt. She immediately gagged and forced her head back. A thick wad of cum landed on her tongue, too. The head slipped past her lips and he grabbed his slick prick, holding it to her face. His load was huge. Scott kept coming, jetting cum onto her lips, over her cheek and eyes, and even into her hair. Alycia felt deliciously slutty. He came across her other cheek too, and then she opened her mouth and took his last jet on her outstretched tongue. She couldn’t remember the last time a guy had come so much, but it had probably been a long time since Scott had come at all. His balls were probably full.
Finn could tell from his vantage point that Scott had come. He saw the other man hold Alycia’s head down on his cock, and assumed that was Scott shooting his load down her throat. Finn wished he’d been able to come around the side and really see Scott fucking her mouth. Next time, he thought, and then immediately wondered where that thought came from. He watched Alycia pull all her hair back from her face and then tell Scott something he couldn’t hear. Finn figured the show was over and decided to slip out of there before he was discovered.
Alycia had been so close to her climax when Scott came. She held his now-flaccid shaft and rubbed it against her face as she kept stroking her clit. His rubbery head made trails in the thick cum drying on her face and Scott watched her like she was the biggest whore he’d ever seen. And that was about all she needed. With a sharp cry, Alycia climaxed, hanging her head down as she rubbed her clit through the orgasm. Waves of pleasure rose up through her and Alycia was stiff while the climax controlled her. The final waves passed through her and she sagged to Scott’s lap for a moment, breathless. When she looked up at Scott, he looked utterly confused. He didn’t know what came next.
“That was fun, wasn’t it?” she asked cheerfully.
“Uh, yeah,” he said lamely.
Alycia fitted the collar back over her head and pulled her dress up to cover her boobs. “I hope I didn’t make you behave too badly,” she said insincerely. He looked annoyed at that. She turned and offered him her back. “Zip me, please?”
Scott pulled her zipper in place without trying to cop one last feel—very unlike the other guys she’d known. She turned and tried to give him a kiss on the cheek, but he recoiled. It was the cum on her face, she realized. She smiled at his prudishness, and simply said, “Bye.”
Upstairs, Alycia quickly darted into the powder room and did what she could to clean up. She washed her face, but found it more difficult to get the cum out of her hair. She did the best she could, but the results were kind of obvious. She took out her tiara and let her hair down completely. It looked like she had been up to no good. The second Finn saw her he would know she’d been bad. She couldn’t wait to see what he’d do.
Finn saw her go into the powder room, but he let her go. He wanted her to clean herself up before he confronted her. In the meantime, he waited in the hallway and looked back into the big room at the back, where Sue was on her knees on the couch, with her elbows on the back. Eric was behind her, vigorously pumping his cock into her. Both of them had their eyes closed and they didn’t notice Finn. He imagined Don and Cerina were in another of the rooms doing the same.
Alycia emerged from the powder room and Finn locked her arm in a vice grip. She looked at him, startled, but did not speak when she saw the look on his face. He had never looked so intense. He looked angry, but that wasn’t all. Finn dragged her toward the steps and she meekly followed. His dominance made her weak in the knees. She stumbled as he pulled her up to the second floor, but he did not slow down.
Finn found a vacant guest room and through her down on top of the four-poster double bed. With its floral-print comforter the bed looked like it belonged in some country house, making Alycia looked very out of place sprawled on it in her skimpy Halloween costume and disheveled hair. Finn was suddenly gripped by an erotic rage he could not control. He looked down at his girlfriend with a powerful anger, but at the same time he’d never wanted to fuck her more. They had to talk, but there would be time for talking later. He stood over her and dropped his pants.
Alycia sucked in her breath when she saw his angry cock standing out, pointing at her accusingly. She’d been bad, and that cock was going to punish her. Finn stepped closer and shoved her legs apart, pulling them up onto his shoulders. She gasped when he tore her thong away. He wasn’t even going to undress her, she realized. He was just going to take her. She whimpered in anticipation.
Finn knelt on the edge of the bed and tilted her hips back. He had to swat her silly petticoats out of the way, but then he saw her sex: red and swollen, soaked and ready. Her bald mound glistened with her juices in the light from the hallway. He hadn’t thought to close the door, and the hallway provided the only light in the room. Foreplay never entered his mind. They were not making love. He was going to fuck Alycia, and fuck her hard. He rammed his cock into her as hard as he could. She jolted on the bed and cried his name.
The bed beneath them protested their furious sex. Alycia held onto the edge over her head, and Finn gripped her thighs tightly to keep her from slipping away as he hammered him. She cried out in pure joy. The angry fuck was just what she wanted—what she needed—after her basement session with Scott. But how did Finn know? Had he been watching somehow? She groaned in pleasure thinking about him there watching her. Her tits were bouncing up out of her dress and she pulled them completely free so she could tease her nipples.
Finn had the oddest thought. Alycia had never been hotter. And fucking her had nev
er been better then now when he reclaimed her. She looked so sexy, all disheveled on her back. It was like thunderclap in his brain when he finally admitted that Alycia had given him exactly what he’d wanted. He wanted a little slut girlfriend, and she’d obliged. Why had it taken him so long to realize it?
“God! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she cried.
“I’m gonna fuck you like the whore you are!”
“Yes! I’m yours, baby. Do what you want with me!”
Finn leaned in, pressing her thighs back against her body. He had an evil gleam in his eyes. “Anything?” he asked.
Alycia knew just what he meant. It was something they’d talked about once or twice, but hadn’t done yet. In her most submissive voice, she implored, “Fuck my ass. Please fuck my ass, baby.”
Finn pumped into her a few more times and pulled his dripping cock from her cunt. Alycia grabbed her legs behind the knees and pulled them back to her chest, tilting her hips so that the little brown eye of her asshole winked up at him. It looked so tight that he wasn’t sure he’d get it in there, but he was determined to try. He hoped his prick was wet enough from her pussy.
“Do it, baby!” she cooed, feeling his head pressing against the tight ring. He pushed, and she squealed.
It was hard to tell if she was squealing from pleasure or pain—he knew it was probably both—but he did not stop. It was difficult to push past that initial ring, but he popped through. Alycia screeched loudly and her ass gripped his cock impossibly tightly. Finn grunted and pushed harder. His shaft was just slick enough to penetrate her, and he sank in inch after constricting inch.
Alycia gritted her teeth. It did hurt. It hurt a lot. Her ass kept stretched, and when she thought she was rip open, it stretched again. The penetration seemed to take forever and she was almost surprised when she felt his balls resting against her ass. He was fully in. She took a deep breath and forced herself to relax. She looked up at Finn and saw his eyes closed and pure pleasure on his face. It made her proud to do this for him.
His cock had never been anywhere so tight. Even when he was younger, and the girls he was fucking were younger, he’d never felt a girl so tight. He felt her chute pulsing around him, adjusting to his girth, and it felt amazing. The delicate sensations finally got him moving.
The tearing pain came back when Finn really started fucking her ass, but then he reached down and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Fresh pleasure bloomed with the pain, creating a heady mixture in her body. Suddenly, she was pushing her ass back at Finn. She’d never really enjoyed anal in the past, but this time was different. She loved it. Alycia thought that cock in her ass was the best thing ever.
Finn rubbed her clit furiously. He wanted her to come and he knew he was not going to last long. Her ass felt incredible and he already felt the cum bubbling up in his balls. Alycia was moaning louder and louder, thrashing on the bed. He hammered his cock into her asshole. He was too close to take it easy on her. His balls slapped her ass and the wet sounds of their coupling competed with the creaking of the bed. Finn had to move forward as they pushed the bed across the hardwood floor.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass!” Alycia cried, loud enough for the whole house to hear.
“Fuck, baby! Oh fuck!”
Finn held his cock in her ass as it spurted his load deep inside her. Her anal chute pulsed around him, milking every drop out of his load. Alycia gave a final sharp cry and he knew she was coming too. He stayed inside her until she’d taken every last drop, and then he gingerly pulled out. Her asshole was red and wide open. Alycia let go of her legs and sprawled on the bed in exhaustion. Finn tucked his dirty cock into his boxer-briefs and pulled his pants up. He laid on his side beside Alycia, stroking her hair.
“You know what happened downstairs?” she asked.
Finn nodded.
“Are we okay?”
He nodded again, and then found his words. “I think we have a lot to talk about, but we should probably do that sober, and not right after I fucked you in the ass.”
“That was so hot, baby. You can have it any time you want.”
Finn chuckled. “I don’t have to wait for you to blow someone else first?”
Alycia kissed him and it was sharp and minty. She’d found mouthwash in the powder room. “Only if you want me to.”
“We’ll talk about that.” Finn couldn’t believe he was not ruling it out.
“I love you.”
His heart unexpectedly swelled and he was suddenly choked up. “I love you too, Aly.”
“Let’s get out of here.” All Alycia wanted was to cuddle with him.
“I don’t think the others will miss us. They’re pretty occupied.”
Alycia laughed. “I didn’t know they were still up to that. Good for them.”
Finn thought about everything that had happened that night and the boundaries they’d broken. They were in a new phase of their relationship, one that promised to be exciting. He kissed Alycia and said, “No, good for us.”
ebooks by Kirsten McCurran
Domestic Bliss (Coming Fall 2015)
Queen of Hearts
Her Other Husband: The Complete Series
Hot Dates 2: Living as a Shared Wife
Meghan is Wild
Ana’s Forbidden Fantasy
Hot Dates: Becoming a Shared Wife
Emma's Escape
Blank Canvas
The Wedding Party
Devil's Bargain
Sydney's Sin
Truth or Treat
Bound By Two
The Coach’s Wife
Flirting With Trouble
Swinging Saved Our Marriage
Her Other Husband Series
A Snap Decision/Kissing In a Tree
Kelly Crosses the Line
Kelly Can't Help It
Kelly's Last Date
Substitute Wife
Swapping Around the Christmas Tree
Sex Equity
Stormbound: Seduced by the Neighbors
Because He's Watching
Eve & Friends Series
It Started With a Joke
It Started With Mistletoe
It Started Over Coffee
It Ended With an Announcement
about the author
Kirsten McCurran has a vivid fantasy life which she uses to fuel her erotic fiction. She is especially interested in stories of couples who go to the edge of acceptable behavior and then step over. She firmly believes that one never knows what they would do in a given situation until they are put there—and she explores those sexy results. Kirsten is the author of over 25 ebooks and lives in the suburbs—where the neighbors would be scandalized if they knew what’s going on in her head—with her husband and two children. She would love to hear feedback on her work and can be reached at [email protected], goodreads or through Twitter @kirstenmccurran.
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