PASSION'S VINTAGE: THE STAR

by Morgan Hawke

  Bryn raised her arms; she knew how to play this game. "We mustn't deny you your urges. It's bad for your health."

  He loosed a deep rumbling laugh and tugged the sweater off, pulling a long-sleeved shirt with it. She turned around wearing her favorite lacy bra knowing that he could see her soft pink nipples, and that they were rigid with interest.

  Connor licked his lips. "Well now," he said softly. "Isn't that a pretty confection?"

  Bryn's cheeks flushed with heat. She reached behind her and her long hair fell over her shoulder.

  Connor put his hands on her shoulders. "Don't."

  Bryn looked up at him. "You don't want me to take off my bra?"

  He smiled warmly. "It is impolite to unwrap my presents for me."

  "Oh." She straightened up.

  "Put your arms around me and I'll take care of your bit of lace."

  She stepped close encircling his waist with her arms then pressed her cheek against his sweater. He was so warm...

  "Oh, that's nice, squeeze a little tighter." His fingers worked on the hooks of her bra and the lace came free. "All right, let's see what you brought me." He gently pushed her back and his eyes devoured the lush curves and the prominent nipples. "Enchanting..." He dropped the bra on the floor then dropped down on one knee and reached for her with both hands.

  Bryn sucked in a breath. His hands were really warm. She could feel her nipples beginning to throb. He palmed her breasts and slowly squeezed. She bit her lip to stop a moan. His thumbs slid back and forth across her taut nipples and the bumpy ridges that surrounded them. Tiny bolts of sharp pleasure streaked straight down to her core. Tension coiled tight in her belly and a wet throb struck her. A soft sound escaped her lips. One of his arms wrapped around her waist pulling her closer. His hand lifted her breast to his mouth.

  His breath was warm against her flesh then his mouth took her. Hot, wet, exciting... He sucked, pulling hard on her nipple. A gasp broke free from her throat and a fine trembling started in her limbs. Exquisite torment... She was forced to put her hands on his shoulders or collapse. Her back arched, pressing her breast tighter to his sucking mouth. The wet sounds of his mouth suckling and her own soft moans filled her ears.

  His arm left her waist and she felt his hand at the belt on her black jeans. The pants came open and were tugged down to her hips. She leaned away to give him room and he pressed a hand against her spine, bringing her back to his mouth. He captured the other nipple with his lips and she felt the pinch of teeth. She jolted with the sensual ache and a soft whimper slid free. His hand burrowed into her jeans. His finger brushed the plump lips that protected the secret folds of her moist flesh. She gasped with the delicious shock.

  He released her breast with a wet smack. "You keep trimmed I see." His eyes were dilated to blackness. He licked his lips.

  Rendered speechless from the overload of pleasure, Bryn could only nod.

  Her jeans were tugged past her butt then down to her knees. His palm covered her heat and one finger slid up into her moist channel. She rocked forward and moaned. Her eyes fluttered closed.

  "Like that, do you?" His thumb slid across her swollen flesh. "That is a very engorged little clit..." He pulled back and thrust two fingers into her.

  She gasped and pumped against his hand. His fingers thrust against and within her making sounds of wet suction. He felt so good...

  Connor's hand slid from her flesh. She sighed with frustration and opened her eyes in time to see him rise to his feet while sucking on his palm.

  He smiled. "Delicious. Now, let's get you the rest of the way undressed. I want to fuck you properly."

  Bryn gave him a tired smile.

  "Nothing to say?" He raised a brow and helped her step from her jeans. "Or too excited to speak?"

  Bryn let out a soft laugh. "I don't think I've ever been this, um..."

  "Aroused?" he offered.

  She smiled and felt her cheeks heat. "Yes, aroused."

  "Good, that's exactly the way I want you to be." He turned her around. "Let's get you over to the couch so I can do terrible things to you." Her jeans were left in a crumpled heap on the floor.

  "Jesus wept, she's..." Nick was standing in the doorway with a tumbler full of dark golden liquor in one hand and a steaming mug in the other. His eyes were wide and his mouth slack. "Fuck me stupid," he said softly. "How the hell do you get them naked so fast?"

  "There you are Nick." Connor smiled broadly. "Would you mind putting those down on the television set?"

  "Uh, sure..." Nick walked into the room and strode behind Connor, his eyes glued to Bryn's naked flesh.

  Connor pushed Bryn toward the couch. "The lovely Bryn is going to spread herself open and masturbate for us while we get undressed."

  Nick swallowed visibly and looked at Connor. "She's going to..." He nearly dropped the tumbler and the mug on the floor.

  Connor nodded. "That's right, play with her little pussy for us." He leaned down to Bryn's ear. "You don't mind do you? Nick is something of a voyeur and it makes him frantic when a girl diddles herself."

  Bryn shook her head and smiled. "I don't mind..."

  "Good, up you get..." He helped her onto the couch. "Sit in the middle and spread those luscious thighs wide, I don't want Nick to miss a thing."

  Bryn settled back on the cool leather and spread her knees, catching her heels on the edge of the cushions. Using both hands, she spread her plump closely trimmed cleft and exposed the damp inner folds surrounding the opening to her body.

  Bryn caught Nick's eye and stroked her fingers among the wet folds of her body. So he likes to watch does he? Let's see if I can make this interesting. She dipped her middle finger into the wet nether-mouth of her body then rubbed the swollen nub of her clit with the moisture. Delicious pleasure wracked her and she arched her back, writhing on the leather. She slid her middle finger in and out of her wet cunt, slowly finger-fucking herself.

  Both men watched avidly.

  Nick sucked in a breath. "Christ, Connor it's pink."

  Connor snorted. "That's the color it's supposed to be." He pulled off his sweater, exposing the silver hair on his chest. "That pussy hasn't been used by every producer in Hollywood." He unbuckled his trousers. "Nick, you are supposed to be getting undressed."

  Nick yanked his sweater off in a hurry.

  Connor pushed his trousers off and his cock jutted forward fully erect with a sharp upward curve. He cradled his flesh in his palm and pulled back the foreskin exposing the deep purple of his swollen cock head. With a soft sigh of appreciation, he stroked the hard length of his cock. "Isn't that a lovely view?"

  Nick dropped his jeans and kicked them away. "Fuck yeah..." His erect cock curved sharply and the head glistened with moisture. He closed his hand on his cock and stroked the smooth length.

  Bryn twisted her hips, riding the fingers buried within her. The muscles in her thighs flexed as she clenched and unclenched, rocking with building tension. She squeezed her breast with her other hand and pinched a nipple. She was finding it painfully arousing to see two men so hard and hungry for her. She was wetting their couch with her excitement.

  "Fuck, Connor, she looks..." Nick swallowed and pulled on his cock with enthusiasm. "She looks..."

  Connor stroked his cock and let out a heartfelt groan. "The word you are searching for is 'delicious'."

  "Fuck yeah..." Nick's eyes narrowed hungrily. "When do we eat," he said beneath his breath.

  Connor raised a brow at Nick "Soon, very soon."

  Bryn sucked in small gasping breaths. She pulled her wet finger from her body and rubbed her clit. She was going to cum, very soon; right there on the couch and right in front of them.

  "Now, now, don't bring yourself off..." Connor strode to the couch, his cock waving before him. He lifted one knee onto the couch and caught her wrists. "That's for us to do." Gently but firmly, he pulled her hands from her flesh.

  Bryn groaned with frustration. She was so close! Damn it!


  "Yes I know what you want and you'll get yours, I promise." Connor smiled. "Come up on your knees and face this way." He helped her balance on the plush couch and turned her to face him. "That's a good girl. Are you ready?"

  Was she ready? She was shaking she was so ready! "What do you want me to do?"

  Connor lifted her chin and angled his cock at her lips. "Open your mouth, I have something for you."

  Bryn opened her mouth and took his cock. He was warm on her tongue with an interesting musky flavor. She sucked him in and lashed the bottom of his cock with her tongue.

  "What a delightful..." Connor groaned. "Tongue." He turned to look at Nick. "Come over here Nick. Get behind her and feel these tits."

  Nick dropped onto the couch. "Real?"

  Connor nodded. "Oh, very much so."

  "Connor, you're shitting me..." Nick leaned against her back, reached around and cupped her warm resilient flesh. "You're not shitting me..." He gently squeezed her breasts. "My god, they're so soft!"

  Bryn moaned in appreciation. He had good hands.

  Connor chuckled. "They're soft because they're not full of space-age plastic."

  Nick stroked her sensitive and swollen nipples with his thumbs and Bryn moaned again.

  Nick sighed. "She can actually feel that..."

  Bryn pressed her ass back against Nick's erection, undulating against his heated flesh. Her mind filled with vivid images of that rigid length buried in her and she sucked hungrily on Conner cock.

  Connor gasped. "God her mouth..." He raised a brow at Nick. "She can feel you because her nipples were never removed then stitched back together. I told you, they're real."

  Nick groaned. "I'll never do another damn actress again."

  Connor raised a stern brow. "I told you not to do actresses in the first place; there's nothing in them for you."

  Nick curled his lip. "I noticed."

  "About damned time..."

  Bryn slid a hand down to her wet and hungry flesh. She stroked her over-excited clit with a damp finger and her hips bucked. She drove her mouth down then pulled back sucking strongly.

  Connor sucked a harsh breath. "Bryn, you delightful girl... Nick, she's good, it won't take me long, I'm about there..."

  She could feel him pulsing in her mouth. She was ready to cum on her fingers with Connor's cock in her mouth and Nick's hands on her breasts.

  Connor abruptly caught her hands and pulled them away. "No, no, I don't want you to touch yourself."

  Bryn groaned in frustration and let his cock slide from her lips. She twisted her wrists. "But Conner..."

  "No, no dear, it'll be better this way, I promise. Nick take her wrists and be gentle."

  "I got her."

  Bryn felt Nick pull her wrists firmly behind her. "Uh, guys?" Her heart thudded in her chest, but a wet pulse of excitement throbbed in her pussy.

  "Take it easy, we're not going to hurt you." Nick took her wrists in one hand then slid an arm around her waist. "It'll be more fun this way, I promise." He pressed up against her and rubbed his dick along the seam of her butt. "Mother-fuck! That is a nice ass..."

  "I thought you might like that." Conner smiled and lifted Bryn's chin. "Now Bryn, give me your mouth again, I want to cum, and then you get yours."

  Bryn leaned forward and drew Conner's cock back into her mouth then lashed him with her tongue. She couldn't believe they wanted her enough to actually hold her.

  He groaned. "Such a delightful -- mouth."

  She sucked harder, working Connor's entire length as deep into her throat as she could before pulling back to catch a breath. She could feel Nick's hard cock sliding deliciously against her backside, reminding her that he would soon be sheathed in her hungry flesh.

  "Oh yes." Connor groaned sliding his dick in, then out of her snug and skillful mouth. "Ah... I'm about to spend."

  "Thank fucking God, I'm gonna spill on her ass in just a second..."

  "Nick, don't you dare..."

  "I won't, I won't... But Christ I'm dying here!"

  Bryn found the idea of being spattered with their cum breathtakingly arousing.

  Connor took Bryn's bobbing head in both hands. "Bryn I need you to drink my cum."

  Bryn pulled back and made a soft sound of protest. She didn't mind getting it all over her, but she didn't want to swallow it!

  Connor fisted his hands in her hair and shoved his cock further down her throat. "No, I really need you to swallow my dear." He pulled back an inch to thrust again, shoving as deep as he could go. Her nose pressed against his belly. "I simply must insist."

  Bryn couldn't breath. She whimpered in fright. Her throat closed tightly around the cock in her throat.

  He gasped and rocked against her mouth. "Her throat is so damned tight! Ah..."

  Suddenly Bryn's throat filled with a thick hot liquid. She twisted in Nick's hands, fighting to breathe without swallowing.

  "She's fighting it..." Connor groaned.

  Nick pressed tightly against her back. "Drink it sweet-heart," he crooned against her ear. "Drink it and you'll feel much better."

  Connor gasped for breath. "As will I."

  Desperate for air, Bryn was forced to swallow the load of spunk in her throat.

  "Good girl!" Connor gasped and released her head, pulling his cock from her mouth. "Thank God, I thought she was going to kill me!"

  Bryn fell back against Nick and gasped for air. Connor's cum was a sticky coating in her mouth and she had to swallow again.

  "Are you all right my dear?" Connor brushed a palm across her forehead and. "I'm truly sorry, but I just had to have you swallow." He cupped her face in his palms and looked deeply into her eyes. "Can you forgive me?"

  Bryn stared into the solid black of his eyes. He hadn't really hurt her and he seemed to appreciate it so much... She sighed and nodded.

  "That's my good girl." He delivered a breathtaking smile then his hands slid down her throat, over her collarbones and across the tops of her breasts.

  Bryn felt his fingers brush her nipple then he pinched it gently. She gasped and fire blazed from her nipple straight down. Heat abruptly swelled in her stomach and spread into her already ravenous pussy. She arched back against Nick with a gasp.

  "Hold onto her or she'll be on the floor..." Connor sat back on the couch and chuckled. "In about five more seconds she'll be well under. Oh, and make sure you keep track of her hands. Don't let her touch herself, we don't want her to cum just yet."

  Bryn was on fire with lust. Nick's arms came around her to keep her from falling off the couch. She writhed across his lap. A red wash flooded her mind and all thought fled.

  Chapter Three

  ~ Whiskey & Hot Chocolate ~

  Connor nodded. "There she goes, she'll be out of it for a little while."

  Nick looked up at Connor. "I've never seen such a fast reaction..."

  "It's her first drink from one of us and she's very potent. They always go under this fast."

  Nick scowled. "How the fuck do you find them?"

  "Once you know what to look for, you can smell it on their skin." Connor grinned broadly. "I could smell her potential as soon as she got in my SUV. Watch her, she's too far under to control herself."

  Nick grabbed for her hands. He gasped. "Christ, she's rubbing her ass on my dick! I'm gonna explode if I don't get to dump my load soon!"

  "A little patience will do you good." Connor chuckled. "She needs to stew for just a bit longer. Lay her down on the couch, so she's off your dick. As soon as her body grows accustomed to what I've just put in her, she'll have orgasm after orgasm and we'll stuff ourselves stupid."

  Nick caught her wrists in one of his hands. "Will she be this way every time she's sucks one of us?"

  They stretched Bryn out between them. The leather couch creaked as she writhed, rolling and moaning. Connor hooked his leg between Bryn's. "There, that'll keep her from squeezing her thighs together. Her next drink won't affect her this way. She'll get aroused, but not mindl
ess like this. She'll simply do anything we want and enjoy it, perfectly aware, and perfectly obedient."

  Connor leaned over to take the hot chocolate, and the tumbler of whisky from the top of the television set beside him. He held the chocolate out to Nick. "Drink your chocolate."

  "I'd rather have the whisky..."

  "I told you, no alcohol this weekend. Take the chocolate."

  Nick took the mug and grimaced at the warm liquid. "I'm fucking swimming in chocolate..."

  "Chocolate boosts our sex drive, the same way it does in a human female. Alcohol kills our appetite." Connor sipped at his whisky.

  "Then why the fuck, are you drinking it?"

  "Because, unlike you, I have a healthy appetite. I have gray hair because it suits me. You have it because you're famished." Connor raised a brow. "If you drank a little less, you would have noticed your needs a lot sooner..."

  "I did notice the damned hunger..." He took a hard swallow of the chocolate. "I was drinking to keep from raping some unsuspecting waitress..."

  "I told you to find yourself a nice ordinary mistress. That's how I do it. Get an artist; they're easy to catch. They're usually poor and easily swayed by a pretty face with a fat checkbook."

  "I thought you lost your last mistress?" Nick sneered. "To one of the Irish brothers?"

  Connor gave him a sour smile. "I was careless, I should have never let her stay in that isolated studio." He shook his head. "The son of a bitch had his dick down her throat before I even knew he'd found her. By the time I tracked them down, she had so much of his cum in her, she could barely remember her own name, never mind mine." Connor sipped his whisky. "I let him have her. Pity, She'll be ruined for any one of us after he and his brothers are through with her. Luckily, they get bored fast. She'll be cut loose equipped with a fat bank account before the year is out. I'll make sure she goes to a nice quiet town on the other side of the country where she can do her art in peace."

  Nick frowned. "You don't want her back?"