“Babe,” he said. “This is Kevin Orcutt. We were housemates in college. Kev, this is Annabelle Talbot. She’s my new housemate.”
Ouch. This was a real relationship. Not a just quick lay or ready cunt. Here was a novel development in his buddy’s life.
But what the hell? Ro had known he was in the building while she was still on the stairs, stripping out of her thong. The doorman had already called up. If “babe” was his woman, why was he fucking her against the door when he knew Kevin was about to be on the other side of it?
Lovely, hot Annabelle seemed to find her genteel manners. She gave Kevin a hand, her left, since her right was taken up by Rowen, and said hello. He took her hand and held it for a long minute, and then—what the fuck, this was New York—he leaned in to kiss her. Right on the lips. He sternly held himself back from giving her tongue. Just.
Then they all got busy doing host and guest things. They took his luggage to a whole goddamn fucking room with some serious square footage and its own bath then negotiated food and drink.
Annabelle about dropped a beer in his lap when, just as she was handing it over, Rowen told her he’d invited Kev to stay with them while his show ran. She recovered well, seconding the invitation with a smile, and went back to making dinner.
Kevin lifted his beer in response to Rowen’s. And if his gaze followed Annabelle everywhere she went, well, Rowen, idiot that he was, didn’t seem to mind.
* * * *
Annabelle spent the entire evening in an agitated state of arousal. The men chatted about Rowen’s show, Kevin’s show, and old times, while she opened Stellas for them and put dinner on the table. Rowen treated her as he always did, just as though they were alone. He touched her often, lingering at it, and kissed her, not being shy about tongue, either. He fondled her ass and squeezed her breast and wasn’t all that discreet about it. He even fingered her from behind when she brought dessert from the kitchen. She wasn’t entirely sure that the table kept that little bit of action from Kevin’s view.
Kevin, for his part, seemed to enjoy the show. Initially, he made a display of checking out the condo whenever Ro touched or kissed her. After a while he gave it up and just watched, intently, always having eye contact with her when she looked away from Ro. His eyes heated and nostrils flared when she had her hands full of dessert and a cunt full of finger.
He was handsome as sin, and dark like sin, too. His hair was nearly black, and his eyes, too. About an inch over Rowen’s six-foot height, he was slim through the hips and lean but his chest and arms were sleekly muscled. She’d seen as he’d slid out of his jacket.
While he watched, she almost completed that orgasm she’d been about to have as Ro opened the door to him. When Kevin had caught her on the stairs shamelessly shedding her panties, he looked like the sort that wanted to come up behind her, bend her over the rail, fuck her until he found his pleasure, and then walk away without uttering a word.
Annabelle hadn’t looked at another man since she’d met Ro, hadn’t had even the smallest fantasy that didn’t involve him. But if it had happened with Kevin like she imagined on the stairs, she might have whimpered as he left, wanting to cling and beg him not to go. He had a hard edge to him. He was a bit scary to her, but lord, he was hot.
And he was staying—likely, for weeks.
Rowen seemed to enjoy keeping her turned on while his friend watched. Embarrassed at the door, she’d started to fasten the last button of her jacket, but he’d stopped her with a stern look. If he’d wanted that button done up, apparently he’d have taken care of it himself. Kevin took advantage of the view whenever she moved. And Ro appeared entirely comfortable with it.
They talked until late, Annabelle sitting between the two men on the couch. The old friends enjoyed each other and had her laughing with them at college stories and witty, sometimes catty comments about those they knew in common from life in the theater. As the evening went on, she began to feel more and more like sexual prey.
When Kevin leaned around her to draw Rowen’s attention, his knee pressed into hers a little more than she thought it had to, and his fingers resting on the couch back fiddled with her hair. When he leaned back again, his thigh stayed against hers, and she could feel its hard muscle subtly pressing, massaging. He rested his arms across his chest and, between them, his fingers fidgeted, rubbing against her, sometimes finding that little bit of bare skin between her jacket and skirt. That patch of skin tingled now, like he’d left a little burn mark there.
From her other side, Ro continued toying with her in that erotic way of his, stroking her neck, drawing circles with his fingers on the inside of her thigh. At one point, as he leaned forward to answer Kevin, he slid his hand over her shoulder, slipped inside her jacket, and just held on to her nipple for a while, thumbing it. As though Kevin couldn’t see, couldn’t appreciate exactly what he was doing. She felt so battered by the hot sexuality of the two men who surrounded her, she was ready to get up and tow one of them to bed. Tow Rowen, she meant.
Finally they rose and carried empty bottles and her wine glass to the kitchen. Rowen had his hand blatantly on her ass as they walked to the bedrooms. Outside Kevin’s room, they all three paused.
She looked up at Kevin. “Sleep well,” she said. “It was a pleasure to meet you.”
Eyes hot, Kevin bent and kissed her on the lips, a surprisingly soft touch from a mouth that had looked so hard, and held it a couple beats too long. “The pleasure was all mine, Annabelle.” His voice was rough, sending a sexy little shiver through her.
A bit nervous, she looked at Rowen, but he smiled gently at her. And his hand on her butt pushed in between her legs for a little grope.
She was practically ready to come and had to concentrate in order to walk with any grace to the room she shared with Ro. She knew for certain that two hot male gazes were glued to her ass.
* * * *
The door closed behind her, but Rowen was aware that they were both still staring down the hall at it, as though savoring the last glimpse of her sweet, turned-on body. Finally he turned to his friend.
“Make yourself at home. I plan on sleeping late in the morning. Annie’s usually up early. She always hits the shower first thing.”
Kevin nodded. “Thanks, man. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you letting me have this space.”
They clasped hands between them in a man hug. “We always enjoyed sharing, didn’t we? Nothing has changed about that. What’s mine is yours, brother.”
Kevin made a quick check of his eyes. Ro looked back, letting him read what he wanted. Then he nodded and turned to follow the pussy trail.
Annie had her jacket off and was unzipping her skirt when he walked in. That bra he loved pushed her tits up, leaving her nipples bare and on display for him. Ever since he’d requested it, she’d done a good job of making sure her nipples were always erect and begging for his attention. It was a fucking turn on, the way she’d do anything he asked in order to please him.
He knew she hadn’t had to put any effort into teasing up her nipples for him tonight, though. She was fucking aroused. Not that he wasn’t turned on as hell, too. He’d spent the evening keeping her on a slow simmer and knowing Kevin was watching him do it made it a fucking party.
Her body seemed to thrum with excitement and anticipation now. He could tell she was ready to jump out of her skin with it. She’d know that, after an evening of teasing her on the couch, he’d be ready to bang her hard. But she was so primed, he figured he was going to have to get one orgasm out of the way for her so he could take his time going at her. So as soon as she got her skirt off, he grabbed a tit with one hand and pinched her clit with the other.
She jerked and started moaning right away. He backed her onto the bed. She fell back, legs open, in nothing but that damn bra and her fuck-me heels.
He took brutal pull with his mouth on her free nipple and rubbed her clit fast. In just moments she was bucking, humping his hand, and chanting out his name w
hile she came hard.
Before she even came down, he reached behind her to unfasten her bra and pull it off. Then he stood between her feet and took off her heels.
Standing there, keeping her legs spread and her pussy open to him, he started to undress.
“You held back, baby, didn’t you? You know I love to hear you scream when I make you come. I’m not happy you held back.”
She’d turned her head and opened her eyes to watch him shed his clothes. She gave a little fearful moan when she saw the size of his cock. What did she expect? He’d had a boner for her half the night.
She rubbed her hair out of her face. “It’s just—” She lifted her head a little, nodding down the hall.
Rowen put his hands on her knees and pushed them open wide, then crawled onto the bed between them. Her gaze followed his cock a little apprehensively, like she knew what was coming.
“But I want Kevin to know I’m fucking you. I want him to hear you scream, to know that I fuck you blind.”
She shivered out a little whimper as he prodded a bit at her opening. But he wasn’t ready to take her yet. He went down on his elbows and pushed forward, bring her thighs up toward her chest, splaying them apart. Pushing up, he could just grasp a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand.
He hovered over her, his cock ready to strike home. She was completely open, completely vulnerable to him. Trussed up and helpless. He loved having her, taking her that way. And she loved it, too.
Her breathing was already rasping. She was arching under him, waiting for him, wanting him and a little scared of it at the same time.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” she moaned, tossing her head. “Please, Rowen.”
“You won’t hold back this time, will you?”
He pushed down into her just a little, enough to make her squirm, begging for more.
“No. No, I won’t.”
“You’ll scream when you come, won’t you?”
“Yes,” she cried.
He slid in then, all the way, impaling her, not giving her tight pussy time to accommodate like he usually did. Things were just too hot tonight. “That’s how you like it, baby. You love it when I fuck you.”
“Yes, Ro. Hard. I want it hard.”
He went wild then and so did she. With each thrust she rocked up to meet him. Each movement caused a tug against her nipples, and he tightened his grip so he wouldn’t lose hold. He buried his head into the crook of her shoulder and slammed into her, faster, harder.
She was frantic, rearing up to accept every inch of him, when he started growling in her ear. “He wants to fuck you, too.”
Annie shook her head. “No.”
“Yes,” he hissed. “Kevin wants you, and knowing it turns me on. It makes me want to fuck you even harder.”
And he did it, pounding at her until she started coming. He kept it up, nailing her hard until she screamed.
He roared out his own climax, shooting into her, filling her with his cum, as her screams faded to plaintive moans.
She was still shaking, twitching a little when he pulled out of her. He dug the covers out from under them and curled up around her. He held a breast with one hand, palming it gently. He slipped his other hand between her legs, soothing her hard-used pussy.
Tucked up against her ear, he whispered to her as he settled them in. “Kevin is one of my best friends. Anything I own, I’d share with him.” He gave a little squeeze at her pussy. “Whatever he wanted. Anything at all.”
Her breath held for a moment there, then she drifted off to sleep, still moaning a little.
Chapter Three
Annabelle stood in the shower for a good long time, warm water from both showerheads soothing her body. She still felt tender and sensitive, like she always did when Ro used her so hard, like he loved to do.
She loved it, too.
That had come as a serious surprise. It was so freaking satisfying, giving her body over to his use, letting him take control. In a primal way, soul-deep, she wanted to be his vessel. She wanted him to use her for his pleasure. And she liked when he used her hard.
Afterwards, she relished the tenderness, the small aches, and those little suck bruises he left her with. They were reminders, symbols of his taking, of his ownership. He’d left his mark.
He was a domineering master, demanding that she submit. She’d learned to do so without qualm. The payoff, in terms of sexual release, had been unbelievable.
Annabelle would never have expected it, but it was a fucking hot turn on. It had come to thrill her to accept that Rowen knew best what would bring her an excruciatingly intense sexual thrill. And he’d be right there with her, howling out his pleasure in the way she gave over her body for his use. She trusted him now, would do whatever he asked. Well, whatever he demanded.
Now this. He’d teased her in front of Kevin, stirring his friend’s arousal, playing with what looked to be significant fire. She could tell he enjoyed it, using her like a bitch in heat to turn Kevin on. And then screwing her wildly like he did last night. He’d been determined to make sure Kevin went to sleep with a raging hard-on.
Those words he’d whispered in her ear as he’d tucked her in after. She was sure she hadn’t imagined them. He’d share anything he owned with Kevin. Anything at all.
Could he really have meant what she thought he meant?
Certainly, he considered her to be one of the things he owned.
Would he share her?
And could she share herself?
She was a little ashamed, but she had to admit Kevin turned her on. From the way he’d looked at her on the stairs, an inch away from taking her, to those covert little teasing touches on the couch, to those kisses that were more than just friendly pecks. She’d felt hot, her pussy wet, all night, even when she was simply aware of him watching her as she moved about the kitchen.
Sex with Rowen wasn’t tame. But sex with Kevin, ah, that seemed like it would be positively feral.
She imagined what it would be like as she massaged shampoo into her hair, his big, strong hands on her, his hard mouth. Thinking about his cock, wondering if he would match Rowen’s in size, she lifted her arms to rinse water through her hair.
And then she didn’t have to wonder, because he stood outside the glass shower door, looking at her, focused on her breasts, which she had unknowingly put on display for him. He held his cock, erect and thrusting toward her. Like Ro’s, it was as thick as her wrist and as long as her forearm. And also like Ro’s, it wanted her.
After a good, appreciative look, her gaze left his cock to meet his eyes. His gaze was slow to arrive, lingering a bit longer on her breasts then taking a long gander at her bare pussy before lifting to hers.
Share.
Rowen had taught her to trust her body’s sexual proclivities. Her pussy wasn’t just wet now, but weeping.
She slid open the shower door.
And wasn’t surprised by how he responded.
He stepped inside, clasped her jaw, and had his tongue down her throat even as he was pushing her against the back wall of the shower. His rampant hard-on pulsed against her belly, and he used one hand on her breast, roughly palming it and then pulling on the nipple like he was at a cow’s teat, all while he devoured her mouth. He used his tongue to penetrate, dominate, and she knew already what it would be like to be filled with his cock.
Finally he let her up for air, lifting his head and looking down at her, though he still held her jaw and worked her tit. She panted as he took a long look, knowing that she was showing him a pitiful surrender. He acknowledged it as his, every bit as barbaric in his conquest as she knew he would be.
Without speaking, he turned her toward the back of the shower, facing away from him. From behind he grasped her breasts, and when he got her close enough, he rubbed the tips against the wall. Slate tiles lined the shower, cool and rough. He diddled her nipples against that coarse surface, making her cry out
in excitement. She arched back against him, and he used his chest to push her forward, pressing her tits into the tile.
“Spread your legs,” he growled.
Too excited to consider otherwise, she complied.
His hand took her roughly, coming from between her legs to rub her clit. He went at it until her each breath was a moan. Then he moved to her cunt, knuckling up inside her, nearly fisting her. She cried out at the incredible, almost unbearable stretch.
He leaned into her, pressing so that her tits rubbed some more against the slate, and spoke harshly in her ear. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she said, panting. “Yes.”
He opened his fingers now and stroked into her. “I’m going to. Only not here. Not your pussy.” He slid his fingers out of her and moved them further back. “Here,” he said, circling his fingers over her nether hole. “I’m going to give you a wicked ass-fucking. You’re gonna love my hard cock up your ass.”
He dipped a finger in, distending her a little and making her squeal.
“No,” she said. As much as Rowen had dominated, used her, he’d never gone there. “I can’t. I don’t, I never—”
Kevin stopped moving his finger but didn’t take it out from her little hidey-hole. He looked down at her, where she had the side of her face pressed to the tile, away from the shower door. “Are you kidding me? You’ve lived with Ro for months now, and he’s never ass-fucked you?”
The idea of her untouched ass seemed to turn him on, judging by the way his dick prodded her back. He watched her carefully while he started to circle his finger again, gently reaming.
“No,” she shuddered out. “I don’t think I can—can take it.”
“Oh, I think you can, puss,” he said as he worked her a little harder. “And I think you’ll love it. Trust me, I’ll keep you good and hot, so you’ll be begging for it.”
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