by Jen Eastwood
Her entire body went spastic. Every muscle in her body reversed, the contracted ones releasing, the relaxed ones tensing up in the fury of one incredible orgasm. I felt a wet rush shoot from her cunt as it squeezed and released my shaft over and over at a break-neck pace.
“I'll have to get my husband to make me squirt like that.” Brooke leaned her breasts against my back, her chin resting on my left shoulder. “Just look at her.”
Elena's walls almost set me off without any in-and-out action going on. Her voice finally came back in a squeal that should have broken glass. Her feet planted against the cushions, raising her Elena's hips and giving my shaft a new angle inside her.
Damn, I could just let go and knock her up right now. Just a few thrusts would have done the job. Elena's slick walls begged for it, massaging my length until I felt that rush in my sac.
It felt like a piece of my soul got left behind when I pulled out. I knew better. Still, the way Elena almost sobbed through the end of it tempted me to give in like I was a fat kid at a bake sale.
I leaned the side of my head against Brooke's. “I didn't know you were married.”
“Wearing a ring makes a lot of men lose interest, and making them think I might fuck them works wonders for getting them to talk.”
I looked back down at Elena, her jaw shivering as she fought to breathe. “That was fucking beautiful.”
“Thanks for not coming in her. God, watching her almost made me go off.” Brooke leaned back.
I followed, standing up to see her reclined against the back cushions. Elena's legs had moved into Brooke's lap as I gave myself a few strokes. “Elena,” her eyes finally opened and looked up at me, the side of her face against the upholstery and those cherry lips still open. “You don't know how close I got just now.”
Her voice was weak, “Then why didn't you?”
I smiled at her, my hand still rubbing down my shaft. “I couldn't do that to you.” I felt my own cheeks flush with heat. “Not yet, anyway.”
Elena turned to Brooke. “He always teases like this.”
She was telling the exact truth. The fact that Elena wanted it so desperately made it that much more hellacious to pull out at the last second. I already knew I'd fuck up and give in someday. How could I not?
But I still had business with our reporter friend. “So, is there anything else we need to know?” Brooke was already spreading herself when I got in front of her, that ass hanging off the front edge of the sofa. “I think you owe it to her, if you can't say it for my sake.”
“Travis is hunting you two down, and he knows you get payments from GeneFactor. That's all he knows.”
I didn't bother with politeness. Tossing a throw pillow in the floor and dropping my knees on it, I lunged inside Brooke again. “But what do you know?”
She tried speaking as I started drilling away at her. Brooke's hips tossed and twisted, riding me like I was a human bronco. She almost broke past the delight of it and got some words out.
“For the last time,” I tried hurting her with my cock, putting everything I had into the push. “What do you know?”
“That's it!” She tried to break her arms free. Instead, Brook hugged around my back with her legs.
I stopped and put my hand on her throat, squeezing just enough to get the point across. Of course, all it did was get her going even harder. I pushed down on her waist, making her stop.
“I can't give an answer I don't have.” She started again as soon as I let off her stomach. “Now just fuck me and shut up.”
Ego sum alpha. “Bullshit, you're holding back. Fucking tell me.” Et genua parere. “Now.”
Brooke shifted her waist, throwing me deep inside her. Her lower lip trembled in pace with her thighs.
I pulled out. “You know it'll drive you insane if I don't finish.”
Her eyes got as big as saucers.
“Tell me, and you get what you want.” I pointed to Elena, propped up on the other side of the couch, watching the two of us in all that bound sexiness. “She could suck me off and get what you're after instead.”
Elena scooted herself closer. I reached down for my pants and pulled the Case knife out of my pocket.
She turned around and presented her wrists. I cut her free and closed the knife before dropping it. Elena didn't bother with the tape still around her wrists but no longer binding them together. Her lips pillowed around my tip.
“I'm not joking, she'll do it.”
Elena rocked forward and took me in. Her tongue flittered along the bottom. She moaned with satisfaction as soon as she had me in all the way.
“Alright!” Brooke had defeat written all over her. “I know something that he doesn't.”
I put a hand on the back of Elena's head, tangling her hair in my fingers. I leaned my head back and groaned. Elena tried pushing me even further into her throat.
“Make her stop and I'll tell you.”
My head shook, but I didn't bother looking at Brooke. “You've got until I come,” my hips twitched involuntarily, “and she's doing a great job like she always has.”
Brooke's exhalations were loud enough that I could hear tehm. I cracked my eyes open to see her tits heaving, Brooke's face inches away from Elena's. She finally looked up at me. “Travis does have a secret that could bring him down.”
I felt Elena start working herself back and forth. “And that is?”
“Two things, actually.” She glanced at Elena, the envy on her face dripping like poison. “There's a lot of funny business going on with church funds, but you'll never guess the big one.” She watched Elena pick up the pace and got desperate. “He had a dishonorable discharge for sexual misconduct.”
The muscles in my legs almost gave out when Elena's hands came up to my abs. “Which branch, and when?”
“Army, seven years ago. A subordinate accused him of rape, but he struck a plea bargain during the court martial.” Brooke rested her head against my thigh. “Is that good enough to make her stop?”
Elena shook her head with me still in her, forcing me to suck in a breath. “Yeah.” I guided her head back, gently tugging her hair. Her lips popped off of me. “That was close.”
Brooke smiled as she leaned forward and took over, putting her lips over the side of it and trying to wrap her tongue around my girth.
I took one step back and picked the knife back up. Brooke was free with one stroke of the blade. “Now,” I looked at Elena, “you two have some fun together.”
The shock in Brooke's face could have zapped an elephant. “I'm sorry, but that's too far for me.”
Taking the iron erection in hand, I torqued myself and said, “What a waste, then.”
“Fuck,” she grabbed Elena's hands and rolled back, “but she's doing me.”
I stopped mid-stroke. “That's fine.” Elena already knew how to take it, but she'd have never learned if I didn't let her practice. “I'm sure she can figure it out after getting it from me.” That news about Boyce didn't even faze her. He really is dead to her now.
Elena dove right in, pushing open hands against Brooke's thighs as she dropped to the floor. She leaned into the couch, her face planted on Brooke's slit with the same enthusiasm she had for my cock. It didn't take her long to get her friend humming and twisting at the shoulders.
I started taking care of myself again. Watching Brooke's hands run through Elena's hair would have made for some wonderful porn. Just seeing and listening was enough to bring me right back to finishing myself off.
Elena moved her arm forward, sliding a finger or two inside Brooke, judging by the way her mouth opened. She moved her other hand down on herself. About the time Elena whimpered, she had Brooke panting and slamming her open palms against the couch.
Brooke pushed her shoulders up and crossed her arms just under her breasts. They heaved upward as her head turned sideways. She was hurtling toward the edge already.
I was ready to let it play out, not caring if Brooke's last climax with us came
from myself or Elena. My limit was getting close too.
That's when Elena broke away. She ran a hand through her hair and looked at me. “She's ready for you.”
I watched Brooke's eyes plead for it. “Should I give her what she wants?”
Elena grinned and stood up. She brushed her hand against my dick, teasing just like I had taught her to do. “I'll take it if she won't.” She finally giggled and stepped out of the way.
Fuck, I can't wait to come in Elena. I pointed at the other end of the couch and pinched Brooke's jaw between my thumb and middle finger, guiding her to lie down the entire length.
Brooke wrapped her arms around my neck as I lowered on top of her. Her folds were beyond willing and ready, taking me in like it they had a magnetic pull. Her hips rolled, forcing me to bury my face in her shoulder.
“That's it.” Elena bit my earlobe. “She wants it.” I shoved my tip into the furthest reaches of Brooke's cunt.
I crushed myself against the promised land between Brooke's thighs. The sound of her screaming set my ears to ringing. Even Elena's fingernails dancing across my back pushed me further into overdrive, whipping my hips back and forth.
“God, I wish that was me right now.”
I know she did. I reared my head back and screamed, “Fuck!”
Brooke hugged me tight, milking every last drip straight from the tap. When she tugged at my neck and whispered, “He's been snipped,” it made it that much worse.
It's over for her. He'll know.
“But it'll just make him fuck me that much harder.” Brooke pressed her heels against my back, guiding me deep for the last shots. “He's into this kind of thing, but he only lets his best friend fuck me.”
I tried to speak, but my cock twitched with the last of my seed. My throat shuddered with a grunt as I looked up. She had the satisfied look of a cat after eating a salmon filet. I managed to rasp out, “Not my fetish.”
“I know, you'd never let anyone else fuck Elena.” Brooke moaned and leaned her head back. “I can tell by the way you look at her.”
Pushing myself up by my fists and forearms, I huffed and looked down at the girl I'd just conquered. What if she's right?
“But,” she looked back at me, “that's what made me want to help you.” Brooke whimpered as I pulled out of her. She leaned up before I could back away and then whispered. “Stop.”
I did as I was told.
“Travis Boyce isn't his real name. It's Sean Ryan.” She hesitated before finishing. “Don't you dare tell Elena.”
The reason wouldn't be clear to me for a while yet, but when I did learn the full truth, I knew that I was dealing with true evil dressed in preacher's clothing. I whispered back, “Then why did you ever follow him?”
“You know, I'm really not sure.” She backed off and spoke in a normal tone. “Some men just have a way to influence people, I guess. I'm trying to figure out why I ever did, myself.”
Elena and I had crammed what we could into my two suitcases. We had the basics with us, but not much else. Exactly how this would work out or where we were going, I didn't know.
I had found Janus's personal cell number written on the back of his paper under a scrawled 'Call when you find this.' He had picked us up in a black Navigator, demanding that we leave out the back door of our apartment building.
After filling him in on how Brooke spilled the beans and had turned on Boyce, his mood gradually changed from panic. By the time he had driven us to the Amtrak station close the edge of the city, he seemed proud. “You two travel for a while. I'll get back in touch once I find out how much this will hurt our mate Boyce.”
“So where the hell are we going? You said you already reserved our tickets.”
“Yeah, last train out of the station today. You'll be in Chicago by morning. Where you go from there is up to you.”
I had no idea where their tracks went. Turns out, the damn things were spread all over the continuous United States. “Thanks, and I'll send my new bank information as soon as I get something set up.”
“If the bastard's tracking your account, you'll need this if you plan on staying anywhere that isn't a park bench.” Janus handed me a card marked for GeneFactor's business account. “You use that for anything after you get a new account, and I'll skin you.”
“Fair enough.” I looked back at Elena in the midrow seat, knowing she didn't want to leave. It was the second time she'd lost her home and everything she knew in a week. “Listen.”
“Hmm?” She pretended to be happy, but you could see the truth in her eyes.
“We'll be fine. It might do us some good to go places we've never been for a while.”
She faked a smile but kept her hands in her lap. “I know.”
Janus turned into the parking lot and drove toward the unloading canopy for the station. “Best of luck,” he gave me a hard pat on the shoulder as he stopped the Lincoln, “I hear California's a good place to do your work.”
“Maybe.” I started leaning toward the door. Elena got out first and shut the door behind her.
Janus gripped my sleeve. He had one last thing to say before we left. “Hey, you shag a celebrity or two, I'll buy you a beer when you get back.”
The question is, when would we be back?
COMPLIMENTARY EXCERPT FROM ARC TWO OF BIMBO CODE:
BIMBO TOUR: FIRST LAYOVER
Lydia finally rolled onto her side. She grinned like I had just told her an old enemy died. “Does she really want it that bad?”
I focused my intent. “You want it even worse.”
“Hmm,” her eyes were almost cat-like, “do you really think so?”
“Not really.” I felt the warmth of Elena's mouth wrap around my cock. I caressed behind her ear, letting her know I was pleased. “You're not showing it at all.”
Lydia's smile vanished.
“In fact...” I fought to keep my eyes open and my face straight. Elena had gotten that damn good. “She'll get it if you don't.”
Elena took me all the way in and shook her head. Backing off in an instant, she wrapped her fingers around my base. “Grant,” she looked up at me like a child begging for a puppy, “you know it's all I want.”
“See?”
Lydia was already working on standing. “You can have her any time. Why not me, right here and now?”
Elena was trying to pull me down on top of her. I stood firm and watched Lydia take the belt from my pants. “Then make me want to.” I let Elena win, easing over her and sliding my dick right inside her pussy.
Her legs wrapped tight. Breath like steam hit my ear as Elena whispered, “Don't stop until you fucking come inside me.” A few thrusts was all it took to have her wailing.
I should. In fact, I had convinced myself that this would be the time. My hips pumped with one goal, grinding the length of my shaft against Elena's sheer perfection. She had more than earned it.
Cold leather tensed against my throat. I couldn't resist the pull, lifting off of Elena against my will. I grabbed at the belt and knew Lydia finally meant business.
“I'm sorry, but you can't have it this time.” The tight leather finally released. Lydia crawled onto the bed in front of me, her new weapon still in hand. “Hold still, or it's gonna hurt.”
Now I had reason to want Lydia punished, but I couldn't bring myself to stop her. Elena stared up as Lydia crept both knees next to her ribs. “But—”
Lydia shot a hand down, gripping Elena's cheeks and contorting her mouth. “Shut up and roll over.”
Elena mumbled something unintelligible.
“No, it's mine.” Lydia let go of her mouth. “Put your hands up.”
Holy shit. I didn't mind watching Elena get dominated like this at all. I feel bad for her, but damn this is golden.
Elena finally got bratty. “Grant!” She wiggled in place, trying her damnedest to get away before Lydia could restrain her arms. “It's my turn.”
“Well, you need to prove you want it more than her.”
Elena wasn't the type to really fight back against this sort of thing. She did exactly as ordered, looking up at me like I was supposed to help.
The pink bra on the floor got picked up, wrapping around the belt and getting tied to the right leg at the foot of the bed. Lydia then forced Elena's own tiny panties in her mouth. “You'll fucking watch.”
I knew I'd owe Elena an insane amount of pampering after this was over, but Lydia was just aggressive enough to get me foaming over. Whether she actually wanted it more than Elena, I wasn't sure. All I needed to know was she had won and was already lying back on the bed, one of her thighs draped over Elena's shoulder.
She's asking for the same kind of treatment. I towered over both of them, my dick throbbing at the open invitation to just run with it. No, she's begging for it.
Completely ignoring Elena's attempt at protest, I dove right on top of Lydia. She guided me in, her hands on my ass, pulling me deep and then motioning for me to start thrusting hard. The whimpers started immediately.
“God, he's loving it.” She ran her hands up to my head and through my hair as she let out an evil little giggle. “You know it's killing you.”
Elena sobbed at my side. She couldn't help watching. Something about it finally made me snap.
I forced my hand against Lydia's throat and leaned up. “You,” I clenched my fingers enough to get the point across, “stay right fucking there.”
She tried to speak, but the only thing that changed was the redness of her face. Lydia still wasn't fighting back, but I had plans to change that. To make her question whether she actually wanted it.
The suitcase beckoned again. I left them both and had the front pocket open again. It wasn't ideal, but the charging cord for my laptop would do.