by Zoey Marcel
His head popped up and he gave her a bastard smile she recognized all too well. “On second thought, you don’t get to come until I do.”
Her mouth turned turbo and began sucking the living hell out of his shaft. He laughed and pushed her off.
“I appreciate the effort, baby, but I’m coming in your ass...while he watches.”
Her head jerked toward the door at the same moment Charlie flipped her over quickly onto her stomach.
Shane stood there, watching them. He looked like the quintessential 1920s gangster with his dark pinstriped suit, black shoes, and a fedora on his head. The sight of him sent a fresh surge of nectar to her pussy. She could understand the appeal of bad boys, but she’d never understood why some women fell for actual criminals, although the mobsters back then looked so fucking classy in those suits and hats, she could see why a woman’s brains might fly out the window when around one.
Charlie positioned her so her ass was in the air and she rested on her knees with her arms outstretched in front of her in offering, or like she was bowing to them. She’d bet Charlie loved that. He’d always said he was king.
She jolted, doing her best to suppress her wanton sounds as he eased the plug out of her ass that he’d put in her earlier. Shane observed this. Her head dropped to the bed and her breathing accelerated when Shane came to stand closer and then leaned up against the wall with his arms folded. God, that was hot.
She heard Charlie behind her armoring up his dick before wedging it into her crack.
“Deep breaths, baby,” he cooed.
She took his advice while he nestled into place. The delectable feel of his jeans against her legs told her he’d left his clothes on and only pulled his pants down enough to get his penis out.
Try as she might, she couldn’t conceal her noises this time. She felt a dull burn as she was stretched out and he slowly advanced, then a familiar sting when his cock passed her sphincter and sank into her bowels. Clutching on an erection buried deep in her ass always took her breath away. They were so filling. Her anus pinched around the root of his shaft, and his pubes almost drove her crazy. Her clit was begging for them to tickle it. Just a tiny bit of pressure...
Charlie fucked her cautiously, or rather, what was likely his idea of caution. He really was an animal, but the energetic thrusts felt invigorating after the flogging session.
“You keep your ass up, woman,” he gritted out when she began to sag.
She kept her hips up, whimpering when he gripped her hair in one hand and battered into her harder. It wasn’t a damaging pace, but it warmed her up good inside. His balls slapped her sore bottom, causing her discomfort that registered as a dull burn, but lord, those swinging testes felt great on her swollen pussy.
She would have thought having someone there watching would have been embarrassing. True, Justin had watched her get it on with Quentin and René, but she didn’t know Shane as well. The blush in her cheeks might be from exposure, but the heat in her chest that made her breasts swell and her nipples tighten was for the same reason he had that feral look in his eyes like he wanted to devour her, claim her.
She cried out in pain at Charlie’s harsh jabs into her ass as he climaxed. He lingered inside her long enough to catch his breath, but just before he evacuated, he teased her pulsing clit with a few lazy circles. She whined when he pulled out and then rolled her onto her back.
This time, he lay on his belly with his legs off the bed toward hers. Shane came over and reclined on the bed. Her pulse jumped.
“Make out with him, baby,” Charlie murmured against her leg. “I want you to let him kiss you while I kiss your pussy.”
Kendall saw Shane’s face hover over hers. His cologne filled her senses. She smelled the masculine essence of his skin and then felt his lips press against hers.
Charlie’s humid breath feathered over her skin before his lips molded against her overheated flesh. She gasped in response, her cunt leaking with a light spasm, and Shane’s tongue slipped into the divide her parted lips gave him. The slow kiss made her hot and woozy. Her toes curled and everything both men did with their mouths burned her up inside.
Shane swallowed her pitiful whimpers when Charlie started licking the seam of her pussy. Her sex lips prickled with sensation, channel quivering with emptiness. She shrieked into Shane’s mouth when she felt Charlie nibbling her labia. He slurped and lightly gnawed on her chubby lips, but damn him, he didn’t use his tongue where she needed it most.
Her squeal seemed to bring out the beast in Shane. He wadded her hair in his hand and ravaged her mouth liked a starved man. His dominance and the strength she felt in his grip awakened the nerves in her scalp and sent a rush of cream into her pussy. She sobbed when Charlie’s tongue dipped into her nether lips for a taste. His carnal growl made her belly clench.
She felt around in search of his head. If he didn’t lick her flipping clit in the next five seconds she was gonna go all crazy-bitch on him.
Shane must have felt her move since he grabbed her wrist and pinned it down to the bed. She groaned in protest, feeling a heat wave of surrender at the conquering act.
“I need it,” she whispered when he broke the kiss.
He let go of her hair, still holding her wrist down with his other hand. “You need to do what you’re told, doll.”
Oh god, the suit, the fedora, and him calling her “doll”…
“Okay,” she breathed.
“Say ‘Yes, Sir.’”
A shudder of hot need rolled through her.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” Shane’s tone dropped in pitch as he traced her bottom lip with his finger. “Now say you’ll obey.”
He was killing her and freakin’ Charlie was torturing her. His devilish tongue lashed at her with heat and steam all over her damned sex, but not on her clitoris. It was absolutely maddening.
“I’ll obey.” The words made her blush, but god, they made her wet.
Charlie grunted with approval and closed his mouth down on her sex, but goddamn it, he avoided her clit even then. The heat of his mouth made the nub swell and ache.
“Good.” Shane’s words died on her lips and his tongue swooped into her mouth again to reclaim hers.
When his hand abandoned her wrist and went to cup her breast, she arched. Part of Charlie’s tongue grazed her clit. The light pressure and slippery heat broke her control. She choked on a gasp that quickly became a frantic scream of rapture as immense pleasure tore through her.
Shane sucked on her tongue, making her sob at the blinding ecstasy. She had her tongue in his mouth and her cunt in Charlie’s as they overwhelmed her.
When they let go, she was a puddle of trembling, tears, and blissful waves fluttering through her. She was also in a literal puddle of her own juices.
“You did so good, baby.” Charlie covered her body with his and plastered his mouth on hers.
He knew she didn’t like being kissed after being eaten out, but he did it anyway. She liked the taste of her cream on her finger, but on a man’s mouth, all she wanted to taste was good, hot man. For some reason, this time she liked it. She liked being made to surrender to his will.
All ladylike pretenses went out the window and she went all hussy on him, grabbing his clothes and mauling his face in between panting.
Shane chuckled at this and gave her an appreciative pat on the head as he got up. “I think I’ll let you two rabbits be.”
Charlie broke the kiss, leaving her dizzy. “Actually, if you want me to know I’m your favorite brother, you could always clean the equipment for me.”
Shane smirked. “Nice try, Charlie. You made the mess, you clean it.”
Charlie grinned. “You helped me make her make this mess.”
Shane winked at him. “Sorry, brother. When I make the mess with her, I’ll clean it.”
He left her with those words and smug-ass Charlie lying on top of her, running his hand over her hair.
“I told you you wanted
it, baby.”
Those gloating words were followed by a kiss that kept her from any chance at contradicting him. Even if he’d leered at her and let her use her mouth to argue with him this time, she wouldn’t have. She did want it.
Chapter Eighteen
Kendall had been spending lots of time with Charlie lately, but she was also getting better acquainted with Shane. They hadn’t had sex yet, but between his alpha male personality and his man’s man looks she was losing her mind.
Today he’d asked her into their home gym to work out with him. After stretching, he went over to the rack of dumbbells.
“I want you to do me a favor,” he said.
“What’s that?”
“I want you to stick your hand in your panties and touch yourself for twenty minutes without coming.”
Her cunt flooded.
“What happens if I come?”
He gave her a dubious smile. “What do you think is gonna happen?”
“You’ll spank me?”
He bowed his head with a grin that made her stomach flop with want. “Spanking for punishment is more Charlie’s style. To me, spanking is erotic. My discipline gets a little more intense.”
And down her shorts her hand went.
He smirked at this.
“Can I ask you a personal question?” she asked.
“How personal we talking?”
It took her a second to recollect her thoughts with him standing there doing bicep curls in front of her. He focused on the mirror, examining his form and acting natural, like he wasn’t the manliest thing around.
“I was just wondering about your ex-wives. Justin mentioned them.”
“I’m not surprised. That kid can’t keep his mouth shut to save his life.”
She moved her finger away from her clitoris when the pressure became too sharp and pleading. “We don’t have to talk about it.”
“It’s fine by me, doll face. I’m an open book.”
She turned bashful at the pet name and homed in on her swelling clit again.
“What do you want to know?”
“Did you love them?” She froze, eyes bugged out. She’d meant to ask about the marriages and why they’d ended in divorce, but what she really wanted to know the most betrayed her better judgment and flew out of her mouth before she could stop it.
Pausing on the contraction, Shane eyed her with a curious smile. “Well, most people marry for love. Why did you think I didn’t?”
Lord, this was embarrassing, him with his mocking smile and mega sex appeal and her with her hand down her shorts, flushing with color.
She shrugged. “I meant to ask why you got divorced. I don’t know why that came out instead.”
“No clue, huh?”
She averted her eyes at his gloating smirk. God, he was as smug as Charlie about his effect on her.
“Don’t even think of stopping. Keep touching yourself.” Shane switched to the other arm and started curling.
She obeyed.
“Say ‘Yes, Sir’ when I give you an order, Kendall.”
“Sorry. Yes, Sir.”
“If it’s any consolation, I didn’t love either of the women I married.”
Her face felt hot again as she played with herself and tried to sound innocent. “Why would I be consoled by that?”
“Because you want me and are starting to wonder if we have a future together.”
The arrogance! The irritatingly accurate conceit of it all!
She scoffed and stopped moving her finger in her panties. “Wow, really, Sir?”
“Don’t pretend it’s not true, and don’t stop rubbing that clit.”
Damn herself, she was listening to him and it felt so good.
“My first wife, Bethany, was a wholesome girl. We married young. She liked me, but not as much as she enjoyed rebelling against her strict father. She and I went to Vegas together. It was her idea to get married. I said ‘Sure, what the hell.’”
“Romantic.”
“Isn’t it? I wasn’t into sharing my women back then. She wanted to be shared and to live a wild nightlife in the city. I said no. Divorce number one. My second marriage was to somebody who wanted to use me to gain citizenship here. I don’t like being used, but, saint that I am, I agreed to help her, provided she became my slave. That didn’t last long. In the end, we ended up divorcing and she went back to her country. She said frigid winters were better than living with a controlling, possessive caveman.”
Kendall laughed. “Oh wow. That intense, huh?”
He smiled. “I left a lasting impression.”
“Why did you keep marrying people you didn’t love?”
The smiled deserted his handsome face as he set down the dumbbells. “I was trying to get over someone else.”
That made her jealous.
What’s wrong with me? He’s forty. Of course he’s going to have a history. Give me a break.
“Oh, who was she?”
He faced her. “It wasn’t a she.”
She blew out a breath of relief, blushing when he smiled upon hearing it.
“You seem pretty relieved about that.”
“I have to exhale at some point.”
He gave her a cocky smirk and stood near another piece of equipment, placing a hand on each bar before doing dips.
“What was his name?”
“Carsten.”
“Why didn’t you marry him?”
“He had trouble accepting who he was because of his upbringing.”
“Was he religious?”
“Yeah, preacher’s son.”
“Ah. I’m sorry things didn’t work out for you.”
“Shit happens.” He puffed in between speaking while he pushed his body weight up.
“Did you ever have any kids?”
“Well, we tried, but then we found out men can’t make babies together, so there went that.”
She snickered at his wry grin. “I meant with any women.”
“I’m just giving you crap. No. I never had any kids. You?”
“No.” The building pressure in her pussy was getting harder to fight.
“You want any?”
“Right now?”
He seemed amused by this and she surprised herself by winking at him.
“I meant in general,” he said.
“I don’t know, maybe. I like your crucifix tattoo. Are you religious?”
Shane seemed amused. “Nah, I had an ulterior motive for getting it.”
“Were you trying to convince Carsten you were religious so he’d feel better about being with you?”
“Smart and beautiful. I knew I liked you. Yeah, it’s not as low as it sounds. We were in love and he wanted to be with me.”
“I don’t judge. We all do things to impress people we’re interested in.”
He put his feet on the ground and stretched his arms and shoulders. “You want to come, don’t you?”
“Really bad.”
“Hang on.” He closed the distance between them, turning her feverish when he stood right in front of her. “I want you to look into my eyes while you come.”
Humiliation warmed her cheeks. Could she do that?
“Yes, Sir.”
Gulping, she rubbed the tender protrusion while holding eye contact with him. When her pleasure crested, she snapped her eyes shut deliberately. She couldn’t lock gazes with him during such a vulnerable moment. He wouldn’t really punish her.
“Stop.”
He didn’t mean it.
“I said stop.” Shane pulled her hand out of her shorts, expression stern. “You closed your eyes. I told you to look at me when you came. You didn’t even try.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d mind.”
“I do mind and you know it.” He placed his hand on her back and walked her over to the bench.
She smothered a chortle when she saw him pick up what she assumed was a horsehair flogger. She’d never had one used on her before, but it look
ed like a real horse’s tail attached to a leather handle with a band securing it that resembled a spiked black leather dog collar. It seriously looked like she was about to be tickled by a pony. How was that supposed to be more painful than spanking?
Shane didn’t smile, but his blue eyes twinkled a bit. “I saw that smirk. It’s funny how you don’t think this is gonna hurt.”
“I’m sorry, but how could it? Look at it.”
“Just wait. Turn around, shorts and panties down. I’m giving you five since this is your first offense.”
She lowered her shorts and underwear. “Thank you, Sir.”
This ought to be easy.
The first blow shocked a savage gasp from her.
Holy shit!
He gave her a second whack. The impact she felt wasn’t a pressure-based type of pain. It was very intense, but different. It stung like crazy in a fiery kind of way.
He slapped her with it two more times in a row.
“Shit!”
“One more,” he stated calmly.
The final, burning lash stung like a bitch and made her cry out.
“That’s it.”
She let out a huge exhale and stood on shaky legs.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. I won’t be sassing you again anytime soon.”
“You forgot to call me Sir.”
“Sorry, sorry. I’m sorry.”
He chuckled. “Relax. I wasn’t gonna flog you for it.”
She pulled her undies and shorts up, facing him and feeling much better when he set the nasty horsetail bitch down.
“Now, you wanna try that again?”
“No. It hurt.”
He grinned. “I meant masturbating, only this time you look into my eyes when you come like I told you to.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Okay. I’m gonna finish working out while you play with yourself. Let’s go forty minutes this time. No coming.”
Her whine became a quick “Yes, Sir” when he gave her a humored glance, eyebrow raised.
The forty minutes were bonding while they talked, but dear god, were they frustrating sexually.
Shane stretched when he was done exercising and then finally came over to her. “You can come now.”