by Tia Siren
“Better? he asked, pulling up a chair next to mine and sitting down just as cautiously. He put his feet up on a stack of beer crates and gave me a smile.
“Is this the patio?” I asked.
“No, it’s the alley,” he said, looking up at the dark sky between the bar and the building next door. “I come out here sometimes when I need a break from all that noise. Honestly, I wouldn’t even be here, but Christopher thinks it’s important that we mingle with our employees on occasion. Comradery and all that.”
“Hanging out with the little people,” I said, raising a mocking eyebrow at him. “Very gracious of you, my lord.”
He stared at me for a moment, then stuck out his tongue at me. He took a swig of his beer and asked, “So, how was your first week at NPS?”
“It was good,” I said with a definite nod. “I really appreciate the time you’ve spent getting me up to speed on everything.”
Patrick and I had spent a couple of hours each day reviewing code and going over procedures. Totally boring stuff and purely platonic.
Occasionally, our hands would touch or our knees would bump beneath the table, but for the most part, Patrick was a perfect gentleman. Dammit. Every time his hand touched mine I could hear Keisha saying, “Those boys do everything together. Everything.”
“It’s a lot to comprehend,” he said. He was quiet for a moment, as if he was thinking of something to say. “So, tell me about your life.”
“My life?”
“Yes. Like, where did you grow up?”
I took a sip of beer to wet my lips and shifted in the chair to face him. “Well, let’s see, I was born in Macon, Georgia. My parents are Earl and Ginny Wallace. My dad is a postman and my mom is a school teacher.”
“Very Americana,” he said with a smile.
“Oh, totally Norman Rockwell,” I said. “I went to Macon High, then to Georgia Tech on a full academic scholarship. Got my BA in computer science, then my Masters.”
“You went to school with Keisha,” he said, head bobbing.
“Yes. She is the one who got me the interview at KPS.”
“And here you are,” he said, turning to look into my eyes. “Hanging out in the back alley of a dive bar with me.”
I smiled. “And here I am, hanging out in the back alley behind a dive bar with a sexy billionaire. Who’d have thought it?”
Patrick leaned in and trailed a finger across my cheek. His eyes went to my lips, then back to my eyes. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to mine. It was a sweet, gentle kiss at first, then his tongue found mine and sweetness was thrown out the door. His hand was suddenly under my hoodie, finding my bare breasts and erect nipples waiting for his touch. My hand went to his crotch and found him already hard.
“Do you want to go somewhere?” I asked, struggling to catch my breath. His cock was growing thick and hard as my palm massaged it. I couldn’t wait to get his clothes off and his cock inside me.
“There is a place we can go,” he said, breathlessly. He quickly pushed out of the lawn chair and held out his hand. I giggled at the sight of the erection in his pants looming before me. “Can I just hang on to that?” I asked with a devilish grin.
“Yes, you can,” he said with a smile. I put my hand in his and he led me back inside through the exit door.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: McKenzie
He led me to the door that had the words PARTY ROOM scribbled on it. He dug into his pocket and came out with a key. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, then reached inside the doorway to turn on the light.
“Do you know the owner?” I asked, stepping into a room that was twice the size of my rented bedroom.
“Chris and I own the place,” he said with a grin.
“You guys are Louie Louie?”
“We are,” he said. “He’s Louie and I’m Louie.”
He closed the door and locked it, then leaned back against the door and waved a hand around the room. “Welcome to our party room.”
I realized at that moment what PARTY ROOM really meant. The walls were painted a deep crimson and the floor was covered in a thick shag carpeting of the same color. The only light came from a floor lamp that stood in one corner.
There was a king-sized bed against one wall and a fully stocked bar along another. The top of the bar was covered with sex toys; furry handcuffs, whips, butt plugs, gags, vibrators, an assortment of dildos in various shapes, colors, and sizes, and a large jar of Vaseline. I didn’t know if the items were there for actual use or just for decoration. Whatever their purpose, I felt myself getting wet just looking at them.
“So you actually use those?” I asked, walking slowly to the bar and picking up a black dildo the size of a small baseball bat. I wiggled it at him. “Don’t even think about coming near me with this thing.”
Patrick smiled and came to stand in front of me, so close that our toes touched. He put his hands on my waist and pulled me into him. He whispered with his lips touching mine. “I have something I think you might like better.”
I looked up into his eyes and opened my mouth to him. Patrick leaned down to press his lips to mine. I felt an instant fire ignite and spread throughout my entire body. My nipples sprang to attention and the juices from my pussy began to gush.
Without breaking the kiss, my hand found Patrick’s stiff cock pushing against the fabric of khakis. I stroked him for a moment through the material, then tugged loose his belt and unbuttoned his pants and pushed them to the floor.
Keisha was right: Patrick’s cock wasn’t a foot long as she claimed Christopher’s to be, but it was thick, round and hard. More than a handful, with a mushrooming head that quivered at my touch. I could feel the blood pumping through the veins along the shaft as my fingers worked up and down. I wanted him in my mouth. I told him so and he smiled.
Patrick tugged my hoodie over my head. I quickly kicked off my boots and wiggled out of my jeans. I stood naked before him with my arms out, letting him look at me.
His eyes drifted from my face to my bare breasts. My breasts weren’t large, but they were firm and round and natural. I cupped them for him and squeezed my stiff nipples between my thumb and forefinger to tease him. I heard him moan when his eyes reached my shaved pussy. My clit was engorged. It cried out for his touch.
Patrick climbed onto the bed and lay down on his back. His thick cock stood as stiff and straight as a flag pole. I got on my hands and knees between his legs and took his cock in my right hand and massaged his balls with my left. I squeezed the shaft and slowly stroked upward. Little drops of satisfaction oozed from the slit in the head of his cock. I slowly tongued them away.
Patrick closed his eyes and moaned as I took the head into my mouth and sucked on it as my fingers slid up and down the shaft. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could. I pumped him slowly as my tongue went round and round, up and down, teasing the spot under the head where the nerves were heightened.
I never heard the door open behind me.
My eyes were closed and my mouth was filled with Patrick’s cock. Then I felt hands on ass, which was sticking up in the air at the foot of the bed. I turned around and wasn’t surprised to see Christopher standing there.
“Can I join in?” he asked. He was already nude, standing behind me with his hands on his hips. Between his legs hung the longest cock I had ever seen. He took his cock in his right hand and it immediately stiffened at his touch. He stroked himself and smiled at me. I couldn’t wait to have him inside me. I still had my hand firmly around Patrick’s cock. I looked around and found him smiling at me.
“It’s okay with me if it’s okay with Mac,” Patrick said with a smile. “Mac?”
I didn’t have to say a word. I just gazed into Christopher’s eyes and licked my lips, then turned back to take Patrick’s cock into my mouth again.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: Christopher
When I saw Patrick and McKenzie heading toward the exit, my cock began to throb. I knew what my old pal was up to. I just didn�
�t know if it included me. I went into the restroom and waited for a few minutes. We had a code, Patrick and I. If he didn’t come back inside with McKenzie, it meant that he wanted to have her to himself. However, if he took her into the party room, then it would be fun for all if McKenzie was willing.
My cock grew harder as I thought of shoving it into McKenzie’s tight little pussy. I thought I was going to have to call Mandy to come into the bathroom to give me some relief, then I heard the exit door open. I peered out through a crack in the bathroom door and smiled. Patrick and McKenzie were going into the party room.
I gave them time to get started, then slid my key into the lock and let myself in as quietly as possible. Patrick was spread-eagle on the bed. McKenzie was on her elbows and knees, giving him what looked like the best head of his life. Her beautiful ass was in the air, giving me a perfect view of her glistening pussy and tight little asshole.
I quietly undressed and moved toward the bed. Patrick opened his eyes and looked at me. We exchanged a quick smile, then I put my hands on McKenzie’s ass and asked if I could join in. She didn’t even seem surprised that I was there. She just gave me a smile and went back to work on Patrick’s cock.
I stood behind her with my hands caressing her ass cheeks for a moment. She wiggled her ass at my touch. My thumbs dipped into her pussy. She was dripping like Niagara Falls. I rubbed my fingers around her pussy lips and teased her opening, then playfully teased her asshole with my wet thumb.
McKenzie moaned, but kept sucking and pumping Patrick’s cock. I got to my knees and used my thumbs to spread her ass cheeks and pussy lips, then pressed my mouth to her opening and let my tongue swirl around.
I loved the taste of her, hot, musky, tangy. I licked her pussy like an ice cream cone, then stiffened my tongue and drove it in and out of her until she let go a loud moan and gushed her juices into my mouth, covering my chin and cheeks with her wonderful come.
“My turn,” Patrick said, reaching for McKenzie. He guided her to straddle his cock while facing me. He held onto her hips and slowly lowered her pussy down onto him.
McKenzie’s eyes rolled back in her head as Patrick’s cock filled her pussy. She put her hands on his knees and started slowly working her hips up and down the entire shaft.
Not one to be left out of the party, I climbed onto the bed on my knees and guided my cock toward McKenzie’s waiting mouth. Her eyes were wide at the size of it. I’ve yet to meet a girl who was unimpressed.
As McKenzie rode Patrick’s cock, she opened her lips so I could slide just the head of my cock into her mouth. She worked her lips around the head and it felt amazing.
Then she brought her right hand up to pump the long shaft and I thought I was going to come right then and there.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: McKenzie
I slowly lowered my pussy onto Patrick’s thick cock and felt the blood rush to my head and the breath rush from my lungs.
When I opened my eyes Christopher was kneeling on the bed in front of me with his giant cock now fully erect, just an inch from my lips. My mouth opened on its own. My tongue darted out like a snake sniffing for prey. When Christopher eased the head of his cock into my mouth, I exploded in orgasm again.
I had only been with a few guys in college and never would have thought I could do what I was doing; one guy’s cock in my pussy and another guy’s cock in my mouth. Keisha was right. I felt like the creamy, gooey center of a wonderful cookie.
I heard Patrick moan behind me. I felt the muscles in his legs tightening and knew he was about to come. I released Christopher’s cock from my lips so I could concentrate on satisfying Patrick. After all, he was the first one on the ride.
I increased the motion of my hips slamming up and down on his cock. I lifted myself until only the head of his cock was in my pussy, then rammed back down the shaft to take him all in again.
It didn’t take long for him to grab my hips and lift his ass off the bed to fully impale me.
He groaned and I felt him fill me with his hot come.
I came again. And again.
I hung my head and tried to catch my breath because I knew there was more to come.
CHAPTER NINETEEN: Patrick
When I felt myself coming I grabbed onto McKenzie’s hips and hammered her up and down the length of my cock like a jackhammer. My entire body tensed as I came inside her. I felt her shudder and knew she was coming with me.
McKenzie remained there for a moment, head down, trying to catch her breath. I looked past her at Christopher, who was grinning like the Cheshire Cat; and the Cheshire cat had a huge cock.
I reached for McKenzie’s shoulders and pulled her back until she was lying on top of me.
I sighed a little when I felt my cock slip from her pussy. My hands went around her and I began massaging her breasts and nipples.
“Are you okay?” I asked, whispering in her ear.
“I am better than okay,” she said, still panting.
“Is it okay if Christopher has a turn?”
She hesitated for just a second, then spread her legs to him and smiled. “Yes, please.”
CHAPTER TWENTY: McKenzie
I was still lying on top of Patrick with his hands on my breasts, as I watched Christopher moving closer with his cock in his right hand.
While his left hand massaged my clit, he guided the bulbous head into my waiting pussy. Christopher’s cock was a monster, but I was well-lubricated and expected that he knew what he was doing. According to legend, he’d done it enough to know.
I took and held a deep breath as the head of Christopher’s cock slid into my pussy. I could feel myself stretching to accommodate him.
He braced his palms on the bed beside us and slid the monster in an inch at a time. I moaned at every inch and lifted my ass to better accommodate him.
“Slowly,” I said, feeling every inch of him that was inside me now. Christopher started sliding his cock in and out, slowly at first, then increased the pace in time with my breathing.
Quickly, I came again. I screamed in ecstasy as I planted my feet on the bed and lifted my ass completely up so he could ramrod into me.
Within seconds he grabbed my legs and threw his head back and howled like a wolf, pulling me up and down half the length of his cock.
Christopher came in a great wave of hotness. He held onto my legs for a moment, then opened his eyes and smiled.
We all collapsed on the bed in a sticky, gooey, wonderful mess. I sighed happily and gazed up at the ceiling, then started to laugh when I saw the sprig of mistletoe someone had hung over the bed.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: McKenzie
Patrick and I cleaned off best as we could and went back out into the alley for a breath of fresh air. Christopher said he was going to check on Mandy, which I thought was sweet. I was actually a little surprised that she hadn’t joined our party, given what Keisha had told me about her. Honestly, I’m not sure how I would have reacted if she had wanted to play. Would I have let Mandy join in if it meant getting to ride Christopher’s ginormous cock again? Probably so.
Patrick plucked two beers from the bar in the party room and we sat in the rickety lawn chairs drinking and laughing like old friends who had just fucked each other’s brains out. Every time he looked at me I giggled like a school girl.
Then, Hurricane Christopher burst out the door.
“Hey kids, what are you doing out here in the cold?” he asked, stumbling into the alley like a bull emerging from a china shop. He put his hands on his hips and lifted his nose to breath in the night air. “Ah, nature…”
“We’re just enjoying the quiet,” Patrick said, settling back in his chair with an irritated look on his face. He took a long swig of beer and narrowed his eyes at Christopher. “At least we were.”
Christopher ignored his friend’s sarcasm and held up his phone. “Well, I hate to bust up the party, but Alan is looking for you.” Alan Drucker was the lead programmer for the new software patch.
“W
hat does he want?” Patrick asked, tugging his phone out of his back pocket. He called up the text program and sighed at the screen. “Dammit. The new software patch is crashing the program.”
“You need to get back to the office,” Christopher said, wiggling his phone at Patrick.
Patrick looked at me for a minute, his face filled with regret. “I guess I need to go.”
“I’ll come with you,” I said.
Patrick started to say something, but he glanced at Christopher and shook his head. “No, that’s okay. No need for both our night’s to be ruined.”
He pushed himself out of the chair and leaned down to give me an innocent kiss. “Thank you for an amazing time.”
“I should thank you,” I said, actually blushing. “Maybe we can do it again sometime.” I wanted to add the words “just you and me” but he didn’t wait to hear them. Duty was calling.
“Here,” he said, shoving the beer bottle into Christopher’s hand. “I’ll keep you posted.”
“I’ll be waiting with bated breath,” Christopher said seriously. He held out his hand to me and smiled. “Come on, Mac, it’s cold as fuck out here and there is alcohol inside. Let’s go see how drunk we can get.”
And that’s exactly what we did.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: McKenzie
As my favorite Christmas song says, I was drunker than grandma the night she got run over by a reindeer by the time I stumbled out of Louie Louie’s around midnight
Keisha had left an hour before with the hot programmer and Patrick never came back. I spent the night drinking with Christopher and Mandy and a dozen other people I didn’t know.
I knew I was too drunk to drive, so I was standing on the sidewalk outside of the club, trying to call an Uber, when the shiny red Tesla pulled up to the curb and the passenger door went up. Christopher leaned over and patted the passenger seat.