by Zoey Marcel
Chew on that, brother.
“René,” she gasped out breathlessly and clasped his hand in hers.
His name came from her mouth while his cock stroked into the volcanic depths that were soaked and shuddering for him and him alone. René felt a sense of angry smugness and a certain wry humor over the scenario. Charlie might never accept him as family, but it didn’t matter because René had his girl and Charlie wasn’t ever getting Kendall back.
René didn’t know how much time they had left, but the way his testes slapped her down-soft ass and the fierce grinding motion of his pelvis against her warmed-up bottom as he drilled into her told him he was going as fast as he possibly could.
“Kendall,” he ground out, relishing the sound of his scrotum slapping her flesh and her wanton cries as he hammered into her. “You’re mine, cher. Say you’re all mine.”
“I’m all yours, René.” She struggled to get the words out in between pants, but she sounded like she meant it.
The words felt like they were sealed in stone. He let go and came hard for her. The intensity of his orgasm overwhelmed him. If she stayed, he’d come in her tight, hot pussy eventually. He’d bet it was to die for. Even with a condom dulling their contact with one another, sex with her was always phenomenal.
“My boo.” He slumped over her and nuzzled her as they struggled to breathe again.
“Wow. Thank you.”
He kissed her cheek. “Thank you.”
“Did we make it in time?”
He pulled out of her and checked the clock again. “Yep, looks like it, just barely.”
Kendall stood and pulled her panties and jeans back on before stripping off his condom for him carefully.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that now.”
“I want to. I like taking care of you.”
Her sweetness touched him and it was rather precious and beautiful the way she wiped his sated penis off with tissues and then gave it a tender kiss before pulling his underwear and jeans back up for him. He closed his fly and then kissed her lips after she threw his condom away.
“That was mighty fine makeup sex,” he told her.
“I know. I forgive you.” She giggled when he tickled her, eyes narrowed on her.
“I don’t want you to go.” He brushed his hands up and down her arms.
Sadness crept in over her striking features. “I know. It’s going to be really hard getting on that plane tomorrow.”
“There’s one more thing I’d like to give you before you leave.”
“What’s that?”
“We’ll discuss it later. I’ve got to get back to work, and you should be spending all the time you have left with your sister.”
“That’s true. You should be ashamed of yourself for being so distracting.”
He smiled and took down the sign, unlocking the door again. “Wish I was. Distracting you is too much fun to feel guilty over.”
She grinned and came over to him, giving him another shallow, tender kiss. It was closemouthed, but he still felt moisture and warmth seeping from her as their lips compressed against one another.
“Thank you for making my stay in McKenna Downs so wonderful and memorable,” she said, caressing his jawline.
“Thank you for enriching my life.”
“Your whole life, huh?”
He nodded and kissed her fingertips. “Yeah, cher. When you’re gone, the memory of you will stay with me always.”
“That’s so sweet. I’ll always remember you, too.” She gave him a long, deep look before saying good-bye to him and leaving the store.
René heaved a sigh as he watched her leave. The heavy exhale was one part contentment and another part sorrow at the knowledge that she would soon leave him and take his heart with her.
He wanted to try one last thing with her before she left. She’d had a threesome with him and Quentin, but he wanted to give her a foursome as well. This time, another man would be joining him and Quentin in bed with her. Justin would probably jump at the opportunity to have a ménage.
René figured he was killing two birds with one stone. He would give his boo a wicked fantasy that would thrill her to no end, plus Justin would get to be included in something that came as natural as breathing in McKenna Downs.
All hell, who was he kidding? René knew there was a third bird that would be killed with the same stone. Fucking Kendall and allowing Justin to participate would piss Charlie off immensely. René had to smile. Maybe his older brother had been right when he’d called him a bastard.
Chapter Eight
Justin banged on the door to the hotel room Kendall was staying in.
She opened the door, giving him a friendly smile and radiating with hotness. “Hey, sweetie, what’s up?”
He liked that she called him that. She was like the sister he never had—a gorgeous sister. “I really need a woman’s advice.”
“Come in.” She shut the door after he entered. “What’s on your mind?”
“I’m stuck on two different women. I mean, I won’t die if I never get to be with them or anything, but I like them both.”
“You can’t decide between them?”
He face-palmed himself, shoulders sagging in defeat. “No. I talk with them both online, but I can’t pick. I’ve never even seen their pictures. It’s all real mysterious and hot.”
She sat down on the bed and patted it, smiling at his enthusiastic plop onto it next to her on his knees. “Be careful with that. You could get hurt.”
“I’m not a delicate flower. I can handle rough sex.”
“I meant they could be crazy ladies or men pretending to be women.” She turned repentant. “Like I’m one to talk. That’s how I met Quentin.”
Justin grinned. “Making the rounds. Very nice.”
She smirked. “Do you love one of them?”
“Lady, please. If I was in love with one of them, I wouldn’t be torn.”
“Have you made out a list of all the things you like about each of them?”
“God, that sounds like work. I haven’t even met them and I’m making lists for them?”
“Just a thought.”
“Maybe I’ll just sleep with them both at once.”
“There you go.”
He stilled. “Crap, I was kidding. I’m good in bed with the ladies, but more than one would be stressful. I mean, if they were begging to please me and not wanting pleasure back, it would be hot.”
“Well, probably not for them. Relationships are give-and-take.”
“Tell that to my ex.”
“I’m sorry.” She rubbed his shoulder, getting up when there was a knock at the door. “I’m sure you’ll make the right decision, sweetie.”
She opened the door. “Hey, it’s good to see you guys. Come in.”
Quentin and René entered.
“Justin, just the young man we wanted to see,” René greeted him with a cordial smile. “I was about to text you.”
“Why is that?”
“What are you guys doing here?” Kendall asked.
René took her hand in his. “Remember when I said I wanted to give you one more thing before you leave here?”
She nodded, gazing up at him with obvious adoration. “Yeah.”
“Well, if it’s all right with you, Quentin and I would like to have a foursome with you.”
“Ha!” Justin snorted. “That’s only three people, genius. You would need another guy to make it a foursome.”
Quentin started counting silently on his fingers for some reason.
A brainstorm of brilliant proportions came over Justin. “Oh my god, I just had the hottest idea!”
Quentin wore a wry smile as he nodded to himself.
René grinned at him. “You offering to be the third man?”
“How did you know?”
Kendall giggled and glanced between them, seeming eager, but a tiny bit timid. “It sounds really hot.”
Panic came over him. What if she liked them
better? What if it was awkward?
“It so does, but if it’s all the same to you guys, can I just watch this time to see how it’s done, then next time I can join in?” Justin asked.
It was funny. He’d been hounding Charlie to let him join in a three-way, but now when push came to shove, he clammed up.
“Fine by me,” René said. If he was disappointed, he didn’t show it. He was a good guy.
The other two agreed.
Justin sat down, excited about the show. He knew he was good-looking, but the other two men had more experience in the sack than he did. How bad would that suck if they were better in bed?
Like that was possible. He was pretty great in bed, but what if they were bigger below the belt?
That shit wasn’t funny. He was on the better end of average. All a woman could want, right, right?
Damn those bastards and their bigger muscles.
At least with both of his online pumas, he had them all to himself. One of them was named Kendall. What a funny coincidence, so was this woman. Like the world was that small. Did his Kendall fantasize about this?
What about his other puma, Jasmine? Was she a one-man woman?
Was Aiden Friel a one-man kind of man?
Lord, what a random thought. Why the hell was he thinking about his straight male boss when he was about to see a woman indulge in her fantasy?
Ha-ha! I so need to get laid soon.
* * * *
Kendall trembled uncontrollably as she watched the two men strip and slowly divested herself of her clothing. Every inch of René and Quentin radiated with mouthwatering strength and staggering maleness.
Justin’s body was leaner and more lithe than burly, but from what she could see of him, he was still nicely toned with heartthrob band-member good looks. He stayed clothed and sat in a chair, grinning at them while he watched.
René absorbed her nakedness with a lascivious sweep over her body and strong affection in his heated gaze. “You look ravishing, cher. Come over here.”
Kendall’s heart hammered in her chest as she floated over to him. He joined his mouth to hers, giving her a gentle kiss that was almost chaste in its sweetness...almost.
“I figured I’d be in your ass since you know me best. That okay with you?”
She gave him a shy smile and nodded. “I’d prefer that, too. Thank you.”
If it was just the two of them making love, coyness wouldn’t even be an issue, but she was only somewhat acquainted with Quentin and Justin.
René smoothed his hand over her hair. “Okay. I’m just gonna lubricate and stretch you a bit while Quentin plays with you.” He petted her arm when she gripped him lightly as he shifted to step away from her. “I’ll be right here, boo. Just give me a sec to get the lube and dildo for your fetching ass.”
He went over to the bag Quentin had carried in with them and then brought back a tube and a slim, flesh-toned anal dildo.
Quentin peppered kisses all over her belly and downward. “You should lie on the bed and get comfortable.”
They climbed onto the bed with her. Quentin had her lie on her side and spread her legs so he could kiss her between them. His lips on her sex drew a breathy sigh from her.
René’s hand caressed her spine before sliding on down to the curvaceous hump of her backside. His calluses raking over her soft skin made her feel especially dainty and feminine.
Quentin nibbled on her labia and used his tongue to trace the seam of her needy pussy lips.
René traced a finger in her butt crack to relax her. Lust spiraled through her like a summer rain, steamy and relentless.
“Ask me for permission to come when you’re close.” Quentin’s whisper seared her skin with the heat of his breath.
“Yes, Sir.”
She cried out in ecstasy when Quentin’s firm, sensuous lips kissed her labia. She fisted the comforter in a fit of madness when he split her folds apart and delved into her sex, lapping her sheen of arousal up as though it was sex candy.
“You taste so good.” His voice came out predatory and hoarse.
“Thank you, Sir. Your tongue feels really good on me.”
“Holy crap, your boobs,” Justin exclaimed.
She giggled and the men snickered. “You’re cute, Justin.”
He grinned, standing near the bed.
“Are you close enough, Justin?” René teased.
“This isn’t a petting zoo,” Quentin said. “Either join in or sit down.”
Justin chuckled and sat back down in the chair. “Since when are you shy, Quen?”
“Would you want me hovering over you and breathing on your skin while you fuck someone?”
“Probably not, unless you lauded my hot bod and expertise to the girl I was with,” Justin replied.
Kendall smiled. “Wouldn’t she think you were gay if you had a man there going on and on about your hotness and sexual skill?”
Justin laughed. “Yeah, that’s true. Quen and I have never done it, but if we did, I’d be the top.”
He looked like he was joking about the topping. He had to be.
René snickered.
Quentin snorted. “I think not. You’re the poster boy for a bottom.”
“It’s because I’m beautiful, isn’t it?” Something in the way Justin asked it said that the question was rhetorical and his ego required no answer.
“Maybe having him here was a mistake,” René teased.
Quentin shook his head with an annoyed smile. “You’re hovering again.”
Justin got a sheepish grin on his face as he took a seat. “Sorry.”
René tickled the sensitive pucker of her starburst and it was too much, the sensations too good.
Quentin flicked his tongue against her hard sex button and then dragged it through her creamy vulva. She stiffened when he laved her perineum. Was he going to rim her? To her relief his tongue journeyed upward to meddle with her pleading clitoris.
René’s pinky teased the tiny rosette of her anus, feeling cold and slick with lubricant. “Ease up, cherie.”
“Okay.”
Quentin rubbed her clit to the edge and stopped, leaving her insane with lust, clouding her judgment with the aching need to finish, reminding her that he held that control over her. She wouldn’t come until he wanted her to.
“Are you close, Kendall?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Remember to ask before coming.”
“I will, Sir.”
He lifted her pelvis. “Cream all over my tongue.”
Kendall bucked when Quentin penetrated her vagina with his tongue.
René twirled his finger around her asshole before splitting her cheeks and diving in with the digit. She squealed as the rush of hot darkness clouded her mind. She absorbed it all, the finger thrusting in her bottom, Quentin’s thumb massaging her clit while his tongue stroked into her slippery pussy.
More digits joined the first in her anus and brought her discomfort she reveled in while Quentin pampered her with indulgent sensations in her twat. It was unreal.
She couldn’t think about leaving in a few hours or it would devastate her. If only time would stand still, as it seemed to right now, as it always did whenever she spent precious moments with René.
She could tell herself it was only physical, but deep down, she feared the truth. Like a cannibal devouring her flesh, he was killing her, consuming her physically, yet at the same time he was harvesting her soul like a thief from beyond the grave. It didn’t matter what she said, she was his. The epiphany thrilled her, scared the hell out of her.
She tensed, overwhelmed by the magnitude of her approaching climax. “Can I come, Sir?”
“Come all over my tongue.” Quentin lapped and suckled her clit like a madman who had found water in a desert.
She screamed as the orgasm crashed through her without mercy. Her climax was a demon possessing her and throwing her body into convulsions. She felt like putty beneath the devil hovering above her
, working his black magic on her forbidden flesh.
On the way down, she lay trembling with Quentin smoothing his hands up and down her thighs and René working the dildo in and out of her bum to loosen her up back there. The dark angels held and caressed her, murmuring sweet nothings to her. Her body was their slave, her soul René’s prisoner. For better or worse, she had given him absolute power over her heart. She’d sought to keep it, or at worst, reclaim it by the time she left McKenna Downs, but she had a feeling she would never know that kind of control again. He had taken it from her.
Charlie had long ago, but the difference was that she could come up with a few almost convincing reasons why he was bad news and no good for her. With René, she couldn’t. He was a gentleman and truly husband material if ever she saw it. How the hell did one walk away from someone like that?
“I thought I’d go in first so she could adjust.” René sheathed up his cock.
Quentin moved over and René rolled her onto her belly. He dropped a reassuring kiss on her neck before nestling his protected dick into her crevice. When he found her rear entrance, he pressed against the dip until he made headway. It took a while of him caressing her and speaking calm, comforting words of encouragement to her with each incremental advancement and necessary retreat of his erection.
“It really burns. Are you harder than normal?”
“You’re just really tight back here. You did make me pretty hard, though.”
She smothered a pained outcry when his erect penis finally cleared her sphincter and packed her bowels completely. They rested a minute before he began cautious strokes into her snug rectum. The pain mellowed to the expected discomfort, but the unnatural feel of a cock tunneling in her ass felt surprisingly good.
For a split second, she felt bad that she’d ever denied Charlie that.
The regret was supplanted with jealousy when she assumed that he’d engaged in ass play with plenty of other women before and after her. No need to be sorry.
She was glad René got to be the one she gave her anal virginity to.
“Are you ready for us?” Quentin asked.
She nodded, exhaling deeply at the unreal feeling of being stuffed. Could she actually get another erection into her vagina while she had one lodged up her butt?