by Jenny Penn
Dylan followed, shouting out his own victory as his release claimed him. Glancing down, he admired the bouncing globes of Casey’s ass as he fucked her with hard, rough strokes, milking every last drop out of the rapture pounding through him as the pleasure stole the very strength from his body. He could have collapsed right then and there, dying a happy man, but Dylan knew there was a scoreboard, and they were running far behind.
That was just the first one.
That was why he never stopped fucking Casey. He rode her right through one release and pumped her toward a second, receiving a little help as Josh forced her back upright. The shift in positions left even less room in her tight channel for the big cock he pounded her full of, and Casey’s cries twisted into high-pitched squeals as she demanded he do her even harder and faster as she sailed toward another climax.
“Open up, Firecracker,” Josh commanded, his tone coming out as rough as gravel and full of want as he reached for her thighs and jerked Casey right off her feet. “You want to make a show out of our loving then we better make sure it’s a good one.”
The dare was there in his words, and there was no hint of hesitation in Casey’s easy response. “Saddle up then, quiet boy, and let’s see what kind of stamina you really got.”
“It looks like you’re going to have to move to the back seat, old man.”
Dylan could have taken exception to that, but instead, he caught the condom Josh tossed at him, liking the sound of the back seat. He liked it a lot, enough to suffer the pain of pulling free of her clinging pussy and the frustration of having to swap out the old condom for the new, but soon enough, he was wrapping his palms around the smooth, velvety curves of Casey’s plump ass cheeks.
He split them open and burrowed his aching length between her soft curves to press his engorged head against the sweetly shadowed entrance to her ass. He watched her clenched muscles part as he pressed inward. Better than watching, though, was feeling as he claimed that entrance, forcing the tight walls of her channel wide.
If Dylan had any doubt about Casey’s eagerness for what came next, she laid it to rest with a giggle. The bubbly, joyous sound matched the enthusiastic wiggle of her hips as his ball sac nestled against the soft, velvety curve of her as she tossed a saucy smile up at Josh.
“I’m still waiting.”
That had Josh growling and stepping up to grip Casey’s hips and slam her back down on Dylan’s dick. His strength damn near crumbled as the tight walls of her channel constricted around him like a vise. The pleasure grew so intense it bordered on painful. That was still nothing compared to the feel of his brother tilting her hips and forcing his thick length into the hot depths of Casey’s cunt.
Dylan could feel Casey’s liquid response to Josh’s invasion. The heated proof of her desire dripped down between the swollen folds of her pussy’s lips to bathe his burning balls in a molten tide of creamy arousal. The seed inside his tender sac churned, demanding release, but Dylan held back.
With his muscles corded and his self-control strained to the very feathered edges, he fought the delight searing out of his dick as Josh began to fuck one moan out of Casey after another, each stroke forcing her to flex up and down his own cock in a erotic massage made all the more intense by the knowledge that this was Casey.
His Casey…and three hot women going at it over her shoulder. It figured that despite his best attempts to imagine the most outlandish ways in which he could have taken her, she still managed to out-crazy him. That thought lit Dylan with a kind of joy he’d never imagined existed. She was going to drive him crazy, and he was going to love the ride.
Hell, he already was.
He was sweating and quivering, fighting to hold back his release as Casey fought her own. It was a struggle of wills, and sadly, he was weaker. It was too much. He couldn’t take anymore. With a snarl, the reins of his restraint snapped. Dylan’s hips spun out of control, pounding with savageness that matched the merciless thrusts of Josh’s own hips.
The ecstasy started to peak within him as Casey twisted and bucked, laughing as she taunted him to come with her now, as though she was in charge. Bristling under that thought, Dylan reached out to grab onto his brother’s sides and force him to slow back down, refusing to allow Casey her release.
After all, they were never going to catch up with the women, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t outdo them. He didn’t even need to say a word. Josh understood. Throwing off Dylan’s hold, he leaned in to whisper menacingly against Casey’s ear.
“How many times do you think we can deny you, Firecracker? Hmm?” Josh leaned back to cast a glance at the writhing puddle of shapely limbs on the floor before casting a smirk back at Casey. “How about every time one of them comes…we start over?”
“Wh…” Casey’s question was cut off by the obvious shriek of a woman coming hard.
Dylan knew just what that meant. Sliding his hands around her sides to cup Casey’s breasts in his fists, he lifted them up toward his brother in a silent offering that had Josh licking his lips.
“You just don’t think you can keep up with a bunch of women,” Casey dared to taunt them, but Dylan could hear the quiver in her voice. It held the truth. She was afraid. She should be because they’d only just started.
Again and again, they played with her, alternately teasing her with slow and gentle caresses that always sped up into a frantic fucking that came to a sudden abrupt end as the women behind them reached peak after peak. They didn’t allow Casey to reach even one.
It didn’t matter how much she demanded, threatened, or begged. It didn’t even matter how painfully hard it grew to hold back. Dylan’s balls were burning, his muscles trembling beneath the strain and sweat rolling down his back. The only thing that had helped him to hold on was the absolute compulsion to win.
That was something he shared with his brother.
They didn’t quit, not until Casey had grown incoherent and loud, thanks to the silence that filled the room. The women were done. The men had outlasted them…even if it had cost Dylan his sanity, which he had because he’d completely forgotten that by winning his own silent battle, he’d lost the real competition.
He didn’t care. Not right then. Not when the need twisting through him still demanded appeasement. Dylan gave into it, allowing the lust and want boiling in his veins to infuse his strength. His hips began to flex and pump with a damn near inhuman speed as he fucked Casey with all the finesse of a caveman gone wild.
Each stroke drove the sensitive length of his erection past the clenched constriction of her muscles, making his whole dick throb with a pleasure that pulsed outward through his whole body until Dylan could feel nothing but the heated rush of rapture flooding out of his balls and straight into Casey’s body.
The scorching tide left him wrecked and barely able to stand as both Josh and Casey joined, riding the same wave with matching screams that assured every single man watching that she had found more than simple satisfaction in Josh and his arms. Dylan knew he’d found more.
The pleasure searing through him carried with it a tide of a bliss so pure and clear it filled him with a sense of peace, and he knew in that second that he’d found where he belonged. Then, just as quickly, he realized that it wasn’t where but to whom…to Casey.
Dylan would always be hers. He’d always do whatever it took to make her smile and laugh and welcome him into her arms. Even as Dylan laid down that silent vow, he could feel his legs beginning to quake as his balls finally began to run dry and the delight began to retract fast enough for him to feel the impending darkness. He managed to utter a single curse before collapsing and taking Casey and Josh with him all the way down to the floor.
Chapter 17
Josh gazed up at the ceiling and wondered how he’d ended up here, sprawled out on a cold cement floor with naked women all around him. This wasn’t his style. Even if it had been fun teaching Casey a lesson, it was time to put the toys away and snuggle up with the woman of his dream
s.
First, though, he had to muster up the energy to get off the floor. That actually took a few minutes, and even then, his motions were slow and his limbs felt heavy. Leaving Dylan and Casey spooned-up together, he lumbered over to click off the camera after waving goodbye to the crowd dispersing out in the courtyard and closing the curtains.
Next he headed toward the bathroom, where it took him several minutes to prep everything. Then it was time to wake the women and escort them to the door. All three made it clear that they’d had fun, that they liked Casey, and that if Josh ever wanted to invite them back…
He smiled and didn’t fill in their pointed attempts to score an invitation.
Josh wasn’t sharing Casey. Not with anybody but Dylan. Definitely not with any women who might convince her to give up men all together. Something told him he was going to have enough troubles coming his way in the near future.
That thought brought a small frown to Josh’s brow as he considered how chaotic his life would become if he actually spent the rest of it with Casey. He liked order, structure, and normally needed time to contemplate all the consequences of an action before he committed himself to it.
Casey was just the opposite. She tended to act first and simply deal with the consequences later. That was just how she lived her life and ran her business—taking big risks and daring to dream even larger. Just as he felt about Dylan, Josh couldn’t imagine his life without her. He needed them both, just in different ways.
Like right then, he was hard and hurting and in need of a little attention from Casey and a little time alone with her from his brother. With that in mind, Josh turned back to pull Casey free from Dylan’s arms. He left his brother snoring on the floor as he scooped her up and carted her off toward the bathroom.
Josh knew he’d awakened her, even if her eyes remained closed. They’d fluttered slightly when he pulled her free of Dylan’s cock, bringing a smile to her lips as she curled deeper into Josh’s arms with a satisfied sigh.
Casey might have been satiated, but that didn’t mean she was done. With lazy intent, she wiggled and shifted, looking for the perfect fit as her lips began to brush back and forth over the sensitive curve where Josh’s neck met his shoulder. The softly whispered kisses quickly grew as she roused with a hunger that had her nibbling and sucking her way toward his mouth.
Josh didn’t deny her as Casey’s tongue swept along the seam of his lips but opened himself for her invasion, enjoying her aggressiveness and allowing her to control the kiss until it grew hot enough that he couldn’t contain his urge to dominate. Then he pushed back, his tongue mating with hers as it dueled its way into the sweet, succulent depths of her mouth.
The intoxicating taste of her kiss had Josh forgetting for a moment the mission he was on, and he stumbled into the side of the tub, almost dropping Casey into the fragrant, sudsy depths of the bath he’d drawn. He managed to save the moment, though, stepping over the edge and into the swirling, heated waters without ever even loosening his hold on her.
Casey remained innocently oblivious to the danger as he settled them both down into the bubbling waters that smelled of jasmine and midnight, a scent that did not go unnoticed by her. Breaking free of his kiss, she glanced around for a quick second before her gaze settled back on him, a smile tugging at the edges of her lips.
“Well, this is an awfully romantic setting. Who knew you had it in you, quiet boy?” she teased him.
“How long are you going to continue to call me that?” Josh asked, hoping she didn’t intend to make it a permanent moniker.
“I don’t know.” Casey shrugged, her smile growing wider as the twinkle in her eyes began to glimmer with all wicked amusement. “What else would you have me call you?”
“Josh.”
That got him an instant laugh as Casey shook her head at him. Twisting in his arms, she settled down to straddle him, curling her legs around his hips and grinding up against him like a well-paid stripper. Josh couldn’t help but wonder where she’d learned her moves, or perhaps she came by them naturally.
Either way, he wasn’t complaining, especially not when she reached for one of the condoms piled on the nightstand. She held his gaze as she ripped open the metal foil with her teeth and a second later she was running her hands down the hard length of his cock.
“You know, this is supposed to be a fantasy,” Casey murmured as she pumped her hips against his thigh, allowing Josh to feel the heated want weeping from her cunt and reminding him now was not the time to argue.
“In that case, you can call me Ricardo,” Josh instructed her, sliding his hands up the soft, silky curve of her thighs to grip her hips and lift her high enough to guide her straight down onto the hard length of his erection. “And don’t worry, my intentions are just as lecherous as Maria’s, apparently, always suspected they were.”
“Is that a fact?” Casey gasped as she pumped her hips, fucking him with slow, smooth strokes as his hands directed her motions.
“It is without a doubt,” he assured her, relaxing back against the tub’s smooth wall to enjoy the sight of Casey riding him like the sexy vixen he always knew her to be.
She was a thing of beauty, like a goddess rising up and over him as her hair curled through the water. The ends clung to the plump, flushed globes of her breasts and drew his attention to the hard, puckered tips as she rose in and out of the water’s foaming bubbles. Josh couldn’t help but touch. Abandoning her hips, his hands freed Casey to take him as she wanted as he did the same, sliding his fingers up to cup her softness and test the resilience of her flesh.
Casey moaned, arching into Josh’s touch and offering up her breasts for his pleasure. That was an invitation he couldn’t deny. Dipping his head, he caught one hardened tip between his lips as his thumb swept out to tease her other puckered nipple. He rolled and sucked, nibbling and pinching until Casey was moaning over him, her fingers threading through his hair to hold him tight against her breasts as her cunt creamed and spasmed around his cock, assuring him that she was enjoying everything he was doing to her.
That wasn’t good enough. Josh wanted more. He wanted to hear Casey scream his name again, to feel her pussy pulse and milk the seed straight from his balls. This time he was going to bathe her womb in his seed, a primal marking that would lay his claim. A claim he’d never made before with any other woman.
Until that night he’d never gone in bare-skinned, but as Josh felt Casey’s velvety walls contract around his swollen flesh and the heated glide of her arousal down his length, he knew he would never be able to have her any other way, just as he knew he’d never want a woman the way he did Casey. The pleasure she gave him was special, and Josh wanted to treat her as such.
So he loved her with a tender care. Treating her to every trick he knew to send her screaming into one orgasm after another, refusing to claim his own satisfaction until the tears rolled down her cheeks and she sobbed, swearing she could bear no more. Only then did Josh give in to the rapture tearing through him, clutching Casey as he held her tight through the storm.
The tempestuous winds receded, leaving only a blissful satisfaction in their wake. Still Josh couldn’t let Casey go. She was so soft, so his, and he couldn’t control the urge to run his hands over her body in endless strokes. With gentle care, he washed the sweat from her limbs and kissed the whimpers from her lips.
Casey let him, trusted him enough to let Josh bathe her without complaint. She barely even bothered to open her eyes even when he lifted her out of the water, though her breathing hitched as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pinning her hips tight against him and assuring his cock remained buried in the sweet heaven he’d so recently ravaged.
Josh knew she was sore, knew that she wasn’t used to being taken so ruthlessly or so often, but he also knew she’d loved every second. He had the scars to prove it. Casey dug fresh ones into his shoulders with her nails as she clung to him, her breath beginning to pant out on her as he took that first big step over the
edge of the tub. By the time he reached the bed, she was shivering and moaning, her cunt tightening down around his dick just as her thighs gripped his hips in an unshakable hold.
Josh didn’t try to dislodge her. He liked her just the way she was. All that needed improvement was his position. Taking Casey with him as he dropped onto the mattress, he rolled her beneath him, perfecting the moment as he reared up onto his arms to get better leverage as he pumped his hips in a steady, constant rhythm that had them both sweating again within seconds.
This time he drew out the pleasure, fanning the passionate fires with slow, steady strokes. All the while his hands stroked over her, his lips raining kisses all over her as he whispered all sorts of outrageous compliments. Casey laughed and teased him back, her hands running just as wild as his, her lips just as ravenous.
It didn’t take long before things spun back out of control and the bed was pounding against the wall. Only this time Josh came so hard he got lightheaded, and then he collapsed right down on Casey, blacking out for the first time in his life.
* * * *
That’s just how Dylan found them several hours later when he woke up uncomfortable and a little sore on the hard, cold cement floor. Despite his aches, he had to smile, impressed that his brother actually had it in him to steal a woman right out of Dylan’s arms. That wasn’t all Josh had the balls to do.
He also managed to pass out with his dick still stuck in Casey, not that she appeared to mind. Drawn into a gentle smile, her features were relaxed, reflecting her clear enjoyment of holding Josh close in her arms, or perhaps it was the feel of him beneath her hands that had her glowing.
Dylan’s skin prickled with a longing he’d never tasted before as he watched Casey’s hands slide gently up and down Josh’s back. He wanted to be held like that, to be wanted and enjoyed like that. Something told him he could be, that he could be the other man who made Casey smile like that.
