by KB Winters
“Don’t flatter yourself.” The words came out before I had a chance to stop them and they sounded harsh. Too harsh.
“Good,” she said, not even flinching at my words even though I could see a glimmer of hurt in her big brown eyes, lined with black and green liner that gave her sexy bedroom eyes. “Then you can let me get back to my night and stop acting like a protective older brother.” She shoulder-checked me as she tried to exit and my hand automatically reached for her.
“I can’t do that,” I told her in a moment of honesty.
“Try.”
She was right, I was acting like a possessive asshole and that was something I never did. But even as my brain screamed at my hand to release her, I stepped closer and put the other hand on her hip, letting my fingertips brush over the soft skin there. She licked her lips and that was all it took for my mouth to crash down on hers and claim her like I wanted to do ever since I saw that asshole in the cowboy boots with his hands all over her. Instead of refusing me and telling me where to take my shitty behavior, Peaches’ hands went to my head and her fingertips kneaded my skull before she tugged my hair and brought me closer.
“Fuck you taste good,” I told her and when she smiled I attacked her mouth once again.
She moaned and let her hands slide down my neck and over my shoulders until both hands slid down my pecs and abs before coming to a rest at my waistband. My cock grew harder as her hands reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling me closer like she couldn’t get enough either.
That thought fired up my desire for this woman, and when she hooked a leg over my hip so I could feel the scorching heat of her pussy, I lost control, pushing her up against the wall and lifting her in my arms.
“Gunnar,” she moaned as I kissed and nibbled my way down her neck and across her collarbone. I let my tongue taste the smooth skin of her cleavage.
“I can feel how much you want me, Peaches.” Her pussy was hot and wet and hungry for me.
“Then do something about it,” she taunted, grinding against me.
That was just what I did, finding a nipple beneath the dark blue fabric. I pulled it into my mouth, sucking hard and scraping it with my teeth until she moaned. She tossed her head back with a smile of complete pleasure.
“Yes,” she moaned, her anger all but forgotten as my hand slid between her thighs and found her pussy wet through her lingerie. “Don’t. Tease.”
A low laugh escaped at her bossy words, but I wanted to tease her, needed to do it for the way she teased me in that outfit. So I brushed a knuckle over her swollen pussy lips to make her gasp. “But teasing you is so fucking fun, Peaches.”
A low growl escaped from deep in her gut. Before she could curse me again, I moved the blue fabric to the side and slid a finger into all that creamy goodness.
“Fuck,” she moaned.
That one word came out on a sexy rasp and her head fell back against the wall, her pussy clenching tight around my finger.
“Gunnar, yes.”
She was hot and wet, pulsing around my fingers because she was already close to orgasm. Changing up my grip so I could rub my thumb over her clit seemed to do the trick because she squeaked and put her trust in me, letting go and grinding against my hand as she chased her pleasure. She was so fucking beautiful in that deep blue with her mouth open as harsh breaths flew out of her.
“Come for me, Peaches. Right now.”
She flashed me a look that said, really and I took her nipple again, pulling hard until her pussy squeezed so tight it nearly broke my finger. I didn’t give a damn, not when the force of her orgasm nearly knocked me out and not when her pleasure flooded my hands.
“Gunnar, yes.”
She was still coming, still clawing at my body like she didn’t know whether to push me away or pull me closer. She made up her mind quick as her hands flew to my waistband and made quick fucking work of my belt, zipper and button while I undid the snaps on her teddy.
“Hurry,” I said, breathing hard now. “So you don’t mind the Neanderthal?”
I smiled and she smiled back, reaching between us to stroke my cock the moment is was free.
“Not when he’s making me come and about to give me this dick.”
As she spoke, she kept stroking, bring the slobbering tip of my cock closer and closer to where she was wet for me. A few drops of her juices spilled onto my cock and my control snapped.
I gave Peaches what she wanted, sliding my dick deep in one smooth stroke. She let out a satisfied sigh that matched mine and I stilled for a moment, enjoying the feel of her tight, hot walls pulsing around me.
“Gunnar,” she moaned and dug her heels into my ass at the same time her hips began to roll.
“Yeah?” I flashed a grin even though my cock screamed at me to get moving, to give him some friction that we both wanted and needed.
“You gonna fuck me or set up camp?”
Her words made my whole body shake with laughter, something I never did when I was buried deep inside a woman. But she pulsed around me again in warning and my dick agreed that it was time to stop fucking around and just start fucking. I pulled all the way out with my hands gripping her ass tight, then slammed into her wet cunt over and over, pounding hard while she cried out her pleasure and clung to me.
She felt so fucking good I didn’t want to stop. Not that I could have even if I’d wanted to because my body was on a mission of its own to explore the deepest parts of her until she was slick with sweat and begging me for another orgasm.
“Gunnar, please.”
That was all it took, one little whispered plea and I was like putty, thrusting hard and deep, as fast as I could until the sound of our bodies smacking together overtook the thumping pulse of the music all around us. I grunted as my hips moved against hers, loving the way she bucked against me despite my grip on her.
“Oh, fuck.” Her pussy was getting tighter and tighter, pulsing like it was trying to suck me dry.
And then her orgasm snuck up on her, sharp and powerful enough to make her whole body tremble as she rode it out.
“Fuck! Yes! There it is! Don’t stop!” Waves upon waves of pleasure rolled over her even as I fucked her harder and harder, chasing down my own pleasure.
“Take it,” she ordered as she held a beautiful bare tit up to my mouth, nipple hard enough to cut glass.
I paused half a beat and sucked that nipple into my mouth, rolling the hard tip around between my teeth while my cock plunged in and out of her, faster and faster. Another flutter started deep inside Peaches and knowing that I was about to make her come again did something dark and twisted to me. I gripped her harder, pressing my body as close to hers as I could while I fucked her like my life depended on it. Then she screamed my name as her body twitched with orgasm, the force of her pleasure yanking my own orgasm from me. “Ah, Peaches, fuck!”
My body was on fire, my lungs burned as sweat dripped down my face and chest and back, even as Peaches let her hands slip through the damp skin.
“Now that’s some good dick.”
I chuckled and stepped back until her feet hit the ground. Her legs shook a little as she tried to right her lingerie but Peaches never reached out to me for assistance.
“Thanks.” I couldn’t look away from her or those wild curls that gave her a deceptively angelic appearance despite those sinful curves and that dirty fucking mouth of hers. I wanted her again and I’d just had her and that pissed me off.
Something in her brown eyes shifted, as if she knew what I was thinking and she turned away from me, giving me the moment I needed to put my own clothes right and to put some much needed fucking distance between us.
Chapter Eighteen
Peaches
“Lick her pussy.”
An incredibly buff and beautiful cocoa skinned man growled the order at the gorgeous Asian chick he was fucking doggy style and she obeyed right away, moving closer to the wide open legs capped off with a red landing strip. I gave her kudos for not
going totally bare, happy to see I wasn’t the only adult around who still had a hint of pubes. The scene on the other side of the glass was hot enough that I felt the wetness sticking to my thighs as the Asian chick closed her eyes and licked that girl’s pussy like a pro. The guy gripped her tight, the same way Gunnar had done to me not even an hour ago, plowing into her in long hard strokes.
Inside the room, about a dozen men and women had gathered to watch, some of them getting so turned on that fingers and hands and mouths all sought human flesh of some kind, and I was half tempted to join them.
Not because I had some secret gang bang fantasy, though I wasn’t completely opposed, but out of pure fucking spite that Gunnar, that blue eyed motherfucker, had fucked me and then left me alone in his office while his come dripped down my thigh. Not a fucking goodbye or a see you later or a thanks for the fuck.
Nothing.
It was a hot fuck, that much was for damn sure, but I’d had a hot threesome lined up and right now I could be that redhead getting her clit sucked like it was the fucking fountain of life. Instead, I was on the other side of the window sore and still horny as fuck. Thanks to that big dicked asshole, playing the role of a jealous Neanderthal when he had no fucking right.
Angry and disgusted, I left the viewing window before anyone’s orgasm came crashing down, pussy still wet and pulsing. Hungry for more. A drink, that was what I needed, so I made my way upstairs, choosing the front bar instead of the back one where it sounded like a full blown orgy was going on.
“Beautiful, you have to let me buy you a drink.” I looked up into light blue eyes with little threads of gold in them, a full smiling mouth and a thick head of wavy blond hair. He was gorgeous and looked to be about twenty-two years old, but the eight pack abs he was sporting had my nipples straining to get closer.
“I do, do I?”
He nodded. “If for no other reason than so I can enjoy looking at you without feeling like a creeper.” His words made me laugh.
“Since you put it that way, I’ll have a dirty martini.” When the dark haired bartender stopped in front of us, I smiled at her. “Make it extra dirty, yeah?”
She nodded meekly and got busy making the drink, making me wonder what her story was, but I had enough since to know this was not the time or the venue to get to know her. Or anyone for that matter.
“You have a name, beautiful?”
“I do,” I purred in his ear but suddenly I felt uneasy, not because of him exactly but because he was a stranger. I couldn’t tell him my real name, not when there were professional assassins out there looking to fill my body with bullets. So I settled on a name he would believe. “Sasha.”
“Damn, is that sexy!” His Texas twang was thick, and he was a big corn fed boy who looked eager to please, which suited me just fine for the moment.
“Thanks. What about you?”
“Dean.” He raised his glass with a smile. “To beautiful women with sexy names and the lucky bastards who find them.”
“Cheers,” I said toasting him with my drink.
Dean wasn’t a dazzling conversationalist but he was good looking and charming, just what I needed. He was also on the prowl and made no secret about it as his thumb stroked my knee up to my thigh, and all I could think about was Gunnar’s come still inside me.
“Naughty boy.”
He flashed a good ol’ boy smile that only made him more appealing and did it again. “I’m tryin’ to be. Want to join me, Sasha?”
Hell yes I wanted to join him. And if I was even the slightest bit bothered by the fact that Gunnar’s scent still lingered on my skin, I pushed it away and took a long unladylike gulp of my martini. It was dirty like me and I didn’t give shit, being ladylike was totally fucking overrated.
“Absolutely.” I could do this. I would because I could.
A throat cleared behind Dean and we both turned to look and found Gunnar.
“Fuck off,” he barked at Dean, who must’ve realized that this wasn’t a fight he could win. He flashed a regretful smile and sauntered off. Too bad, because he was hot as fuck.
“What the fuck, Peaches?”
I stared at him, laughing to myself at his nerve. “What the fuck what, Gunnar? I’m just doing what we’re doing. We fucked, and you left so I’m moving on. I’m in a goddamn sex club! That’s what we do, isn’t it? No big deal. Right?”
He was angry enough that I swear, flames shot out of ears as he glared at me.
“I’m working,” he snarled.
“And I’m not. I finished my work days ago. I’m here because I was guilted into coming and somehow I planned to have fun until some fucking caveman got jealous. You got what you wanted Gunny, so go away, unless scaring away paying members is part of your business plan?”
“Such a smart fucking mouth,” he growled. I smiled, leaning my head to the side.
“Thank you.” He stepped close enough that I could see the different shades of blue in his eyes.
“It wasn’t a compliment.”
I shrugged. “It felt like one to me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think Dean—”
The rest of that sentence was put to an immediate halt by the force of our mouths colliding right there in front of the bar. His tongue moved masterfully against my own and his hands sculpted over my tits, my hips and my ass where his hands settled in a tight grip. Gunnar ripped his mouth from mine and sucked in several deep breaths.
“You talk too fucking much.”
He was probably right and I wasn’t all that bothered by his statement, but my body was very hot and super fucking bothered. I grabbed his arm and tugged him through the crowd of mostly naked gyrating bodies until we were back in his small, dimly lit office.
“I’m okay with that.”
His chuckle was deep and masculine, and I watched the play of muscles under his t-shirt when he turned to close and lock his office door.
“You, Peaches, are fucking with my concentration.”
“That sounds like a you problem, not a me problem.”
He frowned and I pushed myself up onto his desk and spread my legs wide until his gaze settled right where I wanted it.
“Now do you want to argue or do you want to have some fun so you can walk away again?”
My hand went between my legs, where I was embarrassingly wet but not enough to care, not when his sexy ass self was staring at my pussy like it was a birthday cake with his name on it.
“Fuck me, I wish I could resist you.”
That low guttural growl hit me right between my thighs, sending even more wetness to flood my cunt. Gunnar saw it too, taking two fingers and rubbing the moisture all over my pussy through the fabric of my teddy. “At least I know you want me just as bad.”
I did. No matter how stupid it was, I wanted him. Bad. “Never said I didn’t.” When he caught sight of the snaps on my crotch, he opened them with nothing more than a flick of his fingers.
“So fucking wet already,” he growled and stepped between my legs.
I licked my lips at the sight of him, staring at me like I was the beginning and end of all his sexual fantasies. “What are you gonna do about it?”
In response, he slipped his middle finger deep into me and twisted, causing tingles to run up and down my spine until I arched into his touch.
“That’s a good start but I think you need to learn not to talk so much.”
I laughed and tossed my head back. “A lesson you’d do well to learn when there’s a hot woman with her pussy on display.”
“Exactly right,” he agreed as his hands went to his belt and then his jeans, freeing his cock as he walked around the desk and stopped behind me. “Lean back.”
I did, more out of curiosity than any sense of obedience because let’s face it, whatever he had in store, my slut of a body wanted it. Bad. Gunnar was upside down in this position but his blue eyes never left my body, heavy like a caress as he took it all in. “Now what?”
“You know what.” He was right. That l
ong thick erection was less than an inch away and my mouth watered to see if it was as good as it tasted. When he stroked his cock and a few beads of cream appeared at the tip, I grabbed him and pulled him to me, swiping my tongue across the slit.
“Fuck, that’s right, Peaches. Take this cock.”
I didn’t give a damn what it said about me that his words had my pussy flooding like the Mississippi River because I was in control. His cock was in my hands and my mouth and Gunnar was at my mercy. Mine. I took more of him into my mouth and closed my eyes so there was only the scent of him and the sound of him to guide me.
“Oh fuck, Peaches.” He took a step closer and thrust his hips until his cock slid down my throat, nearly choking me. It took a minute to adjust but I was more than up for the task, even when he began to fuck my mouth a little rough and a whole lot of dirty.
“Fuck,” he growled when my tongue swiped his balls.
I smiled but my mouth never stopped working his dick because the sounds he made, the way his thighs trembled turned me on in a way that even shocked me. Then he leaned closer, sending his cock deeper down my throat, but a second later, his cool tongue and soft lips were between my legs making me squirm.
His tongue moved over my clit, flicking and sucking. I writhed against him while he fucked my mouth. I moaned around him and Gunnar shivered, spreading me wider and licked me until I bucked off the table and felt the juices of my orgasm slide down my ass.
“Oh fuck,” I mumbled around his cock, but Gunnar didn’t stop his own mouth. He sucked my clit and fucked my mouth for what felt like forever and that was when I felt it, his cock a little harder and little longer as his orgasm approached.
“Fuck,” he growled against my clit, sending shockwaves through me as the orgasm started again. I swallowed around his cock and he lost it, sending long spurts of hot come down my throat, all the while his lips remained wrapped around my clit.
I was overheated and breathing was hard, but it was the single hottest orgasm of my life, and I couldn’t bring myself to put a stop to it. Yet. My body felt good, damn good. Lazy and satisfied. I couldn’t resist licking his cock one last time before it slipped from my mouth. “Oh fuck,” I gasped when oxygen flooded my lungs all at once.
