by Mona Cox
19
Kendall
We didn't even make it to the bedroom. I realize that when I wake up and the sun's up on the water, all sparkling just the way I feel deep inside. The guys destroyed me last night, wreaking out every last spasm until I was totally spent. One little squirm and I can tell I'm battered and swollen in the best possible way.
The twins are on either side of me and I'm curled into Hunter's embrace, his morning wood already nudging at my buttock. Rhino's on his back, his hand on my inner thigh, very high up. High enough that the edge of his pinky lays across my slit. So those two are claiming my body from both sides, even while we're sleeping.
I writhe in delicious pleasure and picture the adoration I'm going to receive in a couple of minutes when I wake them up. And then I'll find a shirt, or something to put on that belongs to one of them and sit at the island bar while they make me breakfast.
“Morning, Gorgeous,” Hunter husks against my ear, his cock pulsing into my skin, all hot and demanding.
“Good morning. It's so beautiful out there. Your view is stunning.”
“I like the one I've got right now in here much better,” he says, twisting his wrist to take my entire breast in his heavy hand.
I squirm back into him and Rhino's finger rubs against my clit sending a shower of electric sparks through my battered pussy.
“Enough sweet talk,” he announces, suddenly awake. He climbs up off the couch and then leans in to pull me up and out of Hunter's arms. “We have to get to the DZ.”
“Whaaat?” I squeal. “Forget the drop zone. I need to shower. I need clothes. I need breakfast.”
“So needy,” Rhino says and for a moment I think he isn't joking. He means it. What is that?
“I'm showering and you two better not take the other bathroom together. There's no time for that. We need to leave in ten.”
“”Whoa? What happened to him?” I ask as Rhino strides away.
“He's all business on a school day.”
“It's Sunday.”
“Yeah the biggest day of the week. For you, too.”
Hunter ignores the commandment Rhino laid down on us and leads me by the hand to the second bathroom. He turns the faucet in the walk in shower and touches a control panel like a space shuttle programmer. These guys sure did a luxury job on their old fisherman's cabin, as they call it. All modern conveniences of the highest end.
Once he has the right temperature set, he pulls me under the water and into his solid embrace. The feel of his powerful arms around me washes away all my trepidation at the coming day. Even the fact that my boss will be out this afternoon to watch the promotional event – that is, me screaming from ten thousand feet.
Hunter takes the wash, a very expensive brand with a heady floral scent I'm assuming isn't for his personal use, and lathers it up. Then he soaps me all over, taking time to massage my breasts before rinsing the soap away to gently wash my swollen lips.
Even battered, my clit still perks at his touch, ready for more of his beautiful cock which is standing up like a soldier on parade. I scoop some of the suds up and wrap his perfect length in both palms so that his eyelids shut in a kind of ecstasy. Yeah, even battered, I still want him inside me, stretching me with his generous girth, eliciting that amazing sensation of being filled that makes me tremble for him.
“Baby, we can't do this now.”
“Boo,” I pout with a joke of a pout.
I know he'll be pleased to know I want him. Whereas his brother seems to be done with me.
“I don't have anything to wear,” I say, once he's dried me off with a white towel reminiscent of a puffy cloud.
“I'll give you a flight suit and we'll stop by the Hyatt.”
He dresses me in one of his zip up suits – this one an army style instead of the slinky showman Lycra.
It's way too big for me and he has to roll up the legs, so I'm denied the sexy pilot effect. He grins at his labor then pulls me into his arms.
“I won't be able to focus all day knowing you're naked in my flight suit. One tug on the zipper would have those perfect breasts spilling out into my hands.”
Rhino's already waiting for us, in another skintight all-in-one, red with orange flames. His zipper as usual is riding almost down to his navel, so I get a good eyeful of his mountain range abs. He notices me drop my gaze a foot to admire the huge bulge where the zipper ends and grins. He knows I'm full of memories of how that perfect thing sawed in and out of my pussy, half destroying me for any other man.
At the hotel, I quickly change into a tee and leggings, then put Hunter's flight suit back on over top. With a tight belt and some strategic tucking, it looks pretty cute. Like boyfriend jeans if your boyfriend happens to be a pilot. Or a crazy skydiver.
My heart sinks when I see my boss, Monica, is already at the airfield. She has nothing else in her life but work and that's why she's the boss. She's smartly costumed for the shore in designer khakis, white shirt and pristine sneakers, straight out of a Ralph Lauren ad. Totally perfect, not a hair out of place while mine is still wet and I feel like a tramp as she takes me in from head to toe with a strange look.
“Ah, Movie Star's finally arrived, Gang.”
Shit. Sarge joins us at the coffee table with the rest of the crew trailing along.
“We figured we'd take a break in the hope you might grace us with your presence, Kelly.”
“Kendall,” I correct him. Shit, why does he have to do this with Monica standing there smirking?
“Ha. I thought you were rocking a Top Gun look with that outfit,” he snips sarcastically.
“Oh yeah, Kelly Mcgillis,” Monica says.
I have no freaking clue what they're talking about but they find it hysterical and crack up laughing together. My boss introduces herself to Sarge and he actually takes her hand to his lips and kisses it. Eww. They've clearly hit the instabond – A pair made in heaven. Although which one gets to wear the pants and be the dom would be up for grabs.
“Sorry my assistant's late,” she tells him. Is she actually batting her lashes? Hell. It's worth it just to see that. “She'll do better now I'm here.”
“Good to see you,” Sarge burrs. “Now if you don't have anyone better to do?” He rounds back to me just as Justine arrives at the snack table.
“Anyone?” she snaps.
She picked up on that too and throws me a shady glare.
“I need some breakfast first,” I say to Sarge, reaching for a donut because hell, I've already worked for it.
“Not so fast. I don't want that coming back up all over you,” he says. “There'll be plenty of time to eat later.”
Rhino has just joined us and I look to him for some support but I'm out of luck there. Justine suctions up all his attention, asking about the show later with a smug glance at me, and he seems happy for that. Fine. I get the message. Fun's done.
20
Hunter
For the first time ever, my Sunday routine is a pain in the ass. Why do I need to be spiking my adrenaline with this skydiving shit, when I could be curled around Kendall's divine body and spend the day gazing into her beautiful eyes? I'm pulled away to check on some chutes soon as we arrive at the airfield. Rhino has disappeared and Kendall has to go say hi to her new boss who looks like the quintessential Dragon Lady.
By the time I get back, hoping to grab a coffee with Kendall before she have to get to training, she's already in the hut with Sarge and her group of weekenders.
I watch her, out of sight, bravely running through her landing practice. I can tell she's nervous about jumping solo, but man, the girl is a wild one in her own right and she's gonna do great.
Later in the morning, after the squad has been up for another run through of the stunt that goes perfectly, with no attention-grabbing ploys from Justine, back on terra firma, I look for my girl again.
Honestly, she's on my mind the entire time. Which is something that would normally stress me out, feeling the strings of attac
hment starting to tighten. But with Kendall it feels good. Like that's exactly the way it's supposed to be. I knew the moment I met her that she and I could be hot together but I never expected to feel something more visceral than the lust that fired up to possess her.
I don't see her until lunch break. Her group is at their picnic table, my group at mine. It would definitely send up a red flag if I walked right over to join her. But I could give a shit what anyone thinks. Right as I get up, an SUV followed by a truck pulls into the compound and a TV crew falls out, here to tape the display. Kendall gets up shakily to go for coffee and I'm right at the table beside her.
“How's it going, baby?”
“Okay,” she says but her voice has a wobble.
“What is it?” I take her hand in mine to steady her and I don't give a shit who sees.
“TV cameras.”
“You allergic?” I joke. “Wanted by the FBI? They're only here to film our stunt.”
“Yeah and mine.”
I don't know what she means.
“My boss made me do this as a charity thing, to promo our client. The TV crew are going to film my disgrace. Basically I had to agree to do it or quit.”
“Oh sorry, Babe, that's on me. Lemme make it right.”
“It's okay. Maybe it's good to test my willpower on no food and not too much sleep.”
I know she's not at all lacking in resolve.
“Did you sleep badly?”
“Truly, being in your arms, I fell into the best sleep of my life. There just wasn't enough of it.”
“Yeah there wasn't enough of a lot of last night,” I grin. “But we're gonna rectify that later.”
“I have to get back for work tomorrow,” she resists without too much willpower in evidence.
“However we deal with it, I want you naked in my arms all night again.”
“How sweet,” a snarky voice interjects.
I didn't notice Justine come up to the table behind me.
“Not like you Hunter, to come back for seconds.”
I'm about to ask her what she knows about my private habits. Rhino better not have been chattering, although that would be highly unlikely. I don't get the chance though because Kendall steps right in.
“I'm sorry. Are you trying to imply something by that remark?” she says, facing right up to Justine.
“Just that the twins aren't known for their commitment. They're one night beasts usually.”
“I guess that might depend on who they pass the night with,” Kendall immediately responds.
In a split second, Justine gives her a shove that puts her right on her ass.
“Fuck. That wasn't necessary.” I put my arm out to stop Justine advancing further. “You okay, Babe?”
I lift Kendall back up and she immediately pushes Justine right back.
“Don't you ever lay your hands on me like that,” she says, feisty enough to match anything the manipulative Justine can throw down. This girl has an edge to her that says she doesn't take any shit.
Then before I know what happening, they're going at it. Slapping and pulling at each other in a whirlwind of frenzy where you can't pick out the players, like a fight in a cartoon.
Jesus Christ, where did that come from, out of nowhere?
I grab hold of Justine and yank her hard away from Kendall, but she still has her hair wrapped around her fist. Kendall has a fast grip on Justine's collar and it's about to get serious. I pick Justine up with a fierce yank and then tuck Kendall under my arm also. Then I walk away with the two women scrabbling to attack each other around the breadth of my torso. Needless to say the camera crew are having a field day.
I head into the change hut and find Rhino going through his pre-jump routine. It's a method he developed for himself with some Olympic athlete guru, pumping himself up for the win and calming himself for focus.
He glances up when he sees me come in with a pair of mad she-cats, one under each arm.
“Whatup?” he says, with an amused glance.
I set the two women down and put myself in front of Kendall to shield her from another attack.
“Aah, sweet,” Justine snarls. “He's protecting the baby. Are you gonna allow that, Rhino?”
“Yeah. Are you gonna allow that Rhino?” Kendall demands. “Shouldn't you be protecting your girlfriend as well?”
“I'm trying to prepare but if you really need me,” he says all zen master.
He gets up and walks over to us. Justine tosses Kendall a triumphant smile. But that falls away when Rhino stands on Kendall's other side, so the three of us are facing her down.
“Sweet,” she sneers and turns to stalk out of the hut.
“Someone gonna explain?” Rhino asks. “No don't bother, I can imagine. I wouldn't have thought you were a brawling type, my little wild cat.”
“I don't know what's wrong with me,” Kendall shakes her head like she's emerging from amnesia.
“No sleep, no food,” I tell her as I go over to my locker.
“And you were icing me out this morning,” she says to Rhino. “When you were talking to her I just figured – you know.”
“I was repeating what I told her last night,” Rhino explains. “We were a one night thing a couple of weeks back. She wanted to know if it was because of you.”
“She was throwing me shade all day yesterday. For no reason.”
“In her mind there was reason. She could tell I was really into you. Last night she tried to entice me to stay with her. That's why I was late to the party, but I wouldn't have missed it for anything. You're the fucking best Kendall.”
“Too right,” I echo.
I return with the prize I grabbed from my locker and pull Kendall under my wing where she belongs. Then I extend the donut she wanted so bad at breakfast, impaled on my finger.
“I can only love a man that saves me that last Krispy Kreme,” she says and attacks it ravenously.
And I can only hope she goes for my cock with that much delight when I get her home later.
21
Kendall
Did I say love a while back? Well, it's because I think there's the possibility of that in my future. Don't ask me how I know. It's probably a chemical thing. You know when it doesn't work right? Without being able to say exactly what it is. With Hunter, it's the other way. I just know it could be great between us.
Rhino I can't be so sure of. He's a wild spirit. It would be like trying to tame a pair of cats when one of them is a lion from the wild. Hunter though, he's right there by my side when I need him.
When I've done my jump without a hitch, I come back to find Monica all over Derek, who arrived while we were taking off in the plane in his helicopter. I find my boss apologizing with the fake humility she rocks. For me. Saying she's never had an employee get into a public fight, sorry it was all caught on camera, blah blah blarg.
“That was my fault,” Hunter tells him.
“And mine,” Rhino adds, sparking a little bit of competition between them, that I might have to pay for later.
Then Monica looks shocked to see me greet Alicia with a hug.
“You rocked that girlfriend,” she says.
“Wasn't she great.” Hunter says. “I think she deserves a promotion.”
Monica looks fit to choke and I could hug him.
“I agree. And if she doesn't get one soon, she ought to come work for me.” Derek says so I could hug him too, except he's this mega powerful billionaire I'd be afraid to touch.
Or maybe I wouldn't. I don't think I'm afraid of anything much after this weekend
We go to dinner, the five of us and I don't know how to handle the two guys being one on each side of me. Not with my friend and her fiance, Hunter's boss, sitting across from us. But Alicia is all over it. While the three men are talking, she tick tocks her finger back and forth between he twins, with a questioning raise of her eyebrow for me. I just nod with a big satisfied grin. Then she makes the universal sign for you better call me, girlfr
iend.
“Do you need a lift back to town,” Derek asks, when they're leaving.
“No. I'll take care of her,” Hunter says.
It's then Derek's turn to twinkle at his friend. I guess guys also have besties that have their backs.
Those two lovebirds take their helicopter back to the city and Hunter wraps his arm around me, then lifts me under his wing. He swings me around in a circle then carries me to the car. Rhino leaps into the driver's seat and we're off. Every time I'm alone with the twins a sense of exhilarated trepidation fills me for what's coming next. Something new and a little wild, I'm certain. Something that's makes my pussy start to throb.
Being tucked between them, I feel so safe and so relaxed. And then Hunter says;
“Jeezus, Baby, you were driving me crazy back there. I was on the point of picking you up to haul you into the washroom and rip that little dress off your body.”
“I was ready to take her right there at the table,” Rhino says not to be outdone. “Bent over, all dainty like she is. That short fucking skirt would have been shoved up over her cheeks in a second.”
“I wasn't doing anything,” I squeak, with feigned innocence.
“Just by being you, that's enough to set us up for a fucking lust frenzy,” Hunter grits. “You throw on that tiny little dress and those high heels – you got two guys slathering like wolves at the dinner table and not over the prime rib.”
Rhino puts his foot down on the gas and I know I'm in for the pounding of my life as soon as we get home. My thong is already drenched between my thighs, which gives Hunter great satisfaction as he slides his heavy hand all the way up my leg until his fingers slide into my crease.
I waggle my hips in my seat, urging him on. With a filthy grin, staring straight ahead, he slides his fingers under the fabric. I moan a little and adjust my prim knees to part, allowing him enough space to open my lips and push into my soaked slit.