by Susan Stoker
Trevor laughed and stroked her from ass to hips, up the curve of her waist, and then he spun her around and nudged her forward. “Let’s find an empty spot then, because with hips like these, I think I’ll enjoy you using me quite a bit.”
She saw the strange raised pallets half-dusted in glitter, elegant roman pillars on a smaller scale topped with glass bowls filled with condom wrappers, and she snagged one as she passed, hearing Trevor’s low laughter behind her. “What?” Aubrey asked as she rounded on him, holding out the condom wrapper. “You heard Prince Finn, protection is a must.”
Plucking the foil from her fingers, he smiled. “I appreciate the effort, but”—he reached into his back pocket and pulled out three matching condoms—“I was never planning on just observing, and I don’t fuck without one.”
“Think we’ll need all four?” she flirted, tracing her hand down his chest, before pulling him close enough to feel his next exhale against her forehead.
“Depends on if you can keep up.” Trevor tossed the condoms down on the empty platform she’d found and then tilted his head towards it. “Ready to use me?”
“Absolutely.” In a moment, she’d unzipped the dress and let it fall from her shoulders, his grin growing as he saw her missing panties, but she was distracted by the strong cut of his body as he stripped. Another LA boytoy. Probably some actor, or model, who spent half his time in the gym. Not that she was complaining. “Lay down.”
Trevor laughed. “Yes, ma’am!”
“And put the condom on so I can ride you.”
“God, you’re hot,” he answered with a smile, sliding on the condom like she’d demanded, but her eyes were moving over the crowd, looking for a golden crown of leaves atop dirty blond hair.
“Thanks.” Straddling him, she tore her eyes from the room to grin down at Trevor, grateful that he had no expectations, no urgings beyond exactly what she needed from him. Where had this party been all her life? She was still soaking wet from Finn’s teasing, but she wasn’t ready to fuck Trevor until she saw the prince across the room.
There he is.
Finn was chatting up some cute girl with auburn hair, wearing a skin tight, pearl white dress hugging every inch of her curves. He caught her eyes just as she reached down to guide Trevor inside, dropping her hips to the sweet sound of his curse, his hands finding her ass to pull her down further. It was a delicious tension. The slow stretch of Trevor filling her syncing perfectly with the widening of Finn’s eyes.
Game on, Prince.
As soon as she was sure Finn had seen it, she bent forward over Trevor, rolling her hips until he was balls deep and groaning, but his orgasm was definitely not on her mind as she adjusted the angle so that every movement stroked her just where she wanted it. Her clit buzzing, her body humming.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned, fingers tight on her hips, eyes squeezed shut. He thrust up, a sharp movement that pushed her closer to oblivion.
“Do not come yet,” she warned, dragging her nails down his hard chest to give him something else to focus on.
“Don’t worry,” Trevor rasped, biceps bulging as he worked her on his cock, giving her extra leverage and speed as he pulled her down again, and again. “Use me, come on my dick, Aubrey. Shit…” he cursed as she swiveled her hips, but it was what she’d needed. This was what she needed.
Just a little more.
Pushing her hands into her hair, she leaned back, the smooth leaves of the laurel wreath reminding her of mythical stories of maenads, ancient priestesses serving Bacchus as they took their own pleasure—and if she was supposed to make the god of wine and revelry proud, then she was damn sure going to make herself proud too.
A feminine squeal of delight landed to her left and Aubrey’s eyes opened to find the auburn-haired girl, sans tight white dress, laid out beside Trevor. Bare breasts bouncing, she was laughing, and then Finn flipped her to her stomach and pushed her inward so his knees could find purchase on the platform, right next to hers. “Enjoying the party, Aubrey?” he asked, accented voice smooth as silk just before he lifted the girl’s hips to line up with his latex-clad cock.
***
Finn traced his hands over Monica’s waist, locking eyes with Aubrey just as he thrust home. Warm, wet, and welcoming—but it was Aubrey’s response he was interested in even as Monica moaned in delight.
“I’m enjoying it a lot, Finn, how are you enjoying yourself?” It was some form of erotic torture watching the woman he’d teased for two days gliding her hips atop some other guy, but it was also incredibly fucking hot when she smiled at him, her cheeks filled with a blush as she sought an orgasm.
“Very. Well.” He punctuated each word with a deep, hard thrust, and Monica responded exactly like he wanted, loud and proud, which only made Aubrey work harder.
Breaking their staring contest, she bent over whoever-the-fuck she was fucking, her breasts still bound by her bra, and Finn almost laughed. If the guy had any sense he’d take off the bra and enjoy the view, hell, Finn wanted to reach over and unsnap it, but that would be cheating.
And this was a game.
Focusing on the girl in front of him, he surged forward, seeking his own pleasure as she rocked back against him, the porn star cries coming out of her becoming more obnoxious than entertaining. Yet, with every slap of his balls against her, she tightened down, clenched his cock, urged him deeper—and it was working. If she kept this up, he’d come fast, but Aubrey wasn’t slacking. She was rolling her hips in the most distracting way, and her soft moans were just as sinful as they’d been on the phone.
The agonized pleasure on her lover’s face had him grinning, because he knew exactly what it felt like to be buried inside Aubrey Marilyn Dean, and as attractive as Monica was—it wasn’t her he was picturing bent over in front of him. It wasn’t her cries he was listening to. “Are you going to come, Aubrey?” he asked, and her body stuttered for an instant, losing the smooth motion of her hips for just a moment, but then she was back to it.
Harder. Faster.
Which meant he had to be better, stronger, because they were still playing the game, and he knew he wanted to win—or he didn’t, just for the opportunity to watch Aubrey come apart.
“The Prince asked a good question, Aubrey, are you going to come?” This guy she was riding was grinning, his eyes glued to her body as she leaned back, hands planted on his thighs while her hips lifted and fell in a way that had Finn’s mouth watering.
The tight sheath around his own cock was barely abating the torture of it, and he drove forward a little harder, Monica squeaking before her moans returned.
“Fuck, Trevor, yes, please?” Aubrey named her fuck-buddy and begged so prettily in the same breath, but Finn found himself holding back, watching Trevor’s fingers seek out her clit like he had a dozen minutes before. That firm little button that made her back stiffen, her nails dig into the other man’s thighs, and the image of her bowed backward taking her pleasure with wild abandon burned itself into a permanent place behind his eyes.
A mental tattoo he’d never regret.
He recognized the quickened pace of her breaths, the bunching of her muscles, that perfect furrow appearing between the sleek, dark arches of her brows. She was about to win, and he didn’t give a single fuck about it. “Come for him, Aubrey.” He grinned, leaning forward to slide his hand between Monica’s thighs, reveling in the way she bucked back hard as he found her clit. “And you come for me, Monica, I want to feel it.”
Brushing a kiss across the woman’s spine bent over in front of him, he didn’t break the pace of his thrusts at all, but he wasn’t tearing his eyes away from Aubrey Marilyn Dean—not for anything. There wasn’t a chance he’d miss seeing this from the outside perspective.
“Oh, fuck, I… I need…” Aubrey’s voice snapped, a sultry and feminine groan preceding the sudden shuddering of her body, the quick bend forward as she stilled, and Trevor continued to thrust up as she came and braced her hands on either side of the
man’s ribs.
As if the two were linked, Monica bucked in front of him, moaning loud, and he mercilessly gripped her hips, releasing her clit as he slammed her back against him. Thrusting deep, pounding her through the orgasm, her pussy clutching, pulling at him, and he let himself enjoy it, but he held off in joining her.
Aubrey may have won the game, but he was about to win the match.
“Trevor,” Finn said the man’s name, and his eyes snapped open on him with a flash of concern, but Finn eased it with a devious grin. “Wanna swap?”
The other man laughed, glancing up at Aubrey like she could grant him permission at this party where no one needed permission to do anything. “What do you say, Aubrey?”
“I—” Her beautiful, chocolate brown eyes lifted to Finn’s, dazed and hooded from the orgasm, and he couldn’t resist reaching over to pull her to him. Hand at the back of her neck, their lips collided in a kiss, and she kissed him back with all the frantic, desperate energy he felt. And with his cock buried inside someone else, and her pussy gripping another man, fucking side by side, Finn couldn’t believe it when her hands lifted to hold him to her mouth.
She’s fucking perfect.
It was like someone striking a match in a dark room. A scratching, grating sensation until the light bloomed, revealing the incredible possibilities that Aubrey Dean held, and the best part was she had no idea just how rare she was—just how unique, and precious, and perfect—but he was going to show her. “You won,” he whispered against her lips.
Her fingers tightened against his neck, her thumbs pressing against his jaw as she flicked her gaze over his face. “And?”
“And I want you now.”
“Do you?” There was a purr to her question, and he saw the subtle flick of her hips in his peripheral vision as she welcomed Trevor’s still hard dick inside once more, the man watching her with a smirk.
“Yes,” he growled, tightening his grip in her hair until she sighed. “Just one moment,” he whispered.
“Okay,” Aubrey breathed, stunned as he released her.
“Monica?” He made the effort to focus on the auburn haired girl with her head down on the padding below them, shifting his hips just enough to make her moan softly, while his own cock cursed him for holding back. “You down for a partner swap?”
The cute girl sat up, her back pressing to his front as she reached up to run her hands through his hair without ever letting him slip from inside her. “You’re fantastic.”
Finn chuckled, running his hands over her, his lips gliding over her shoulder as he smiled, “So is Trevor, you in?”
Monica curved away from him, his cock bouncing as she turned to face him and then their lips connected. A duller heat, her hands against his ribs feeling dim compared to the vibrant cacophony that Aubrey summoned inside him, but he kissed her back anyway, their tongues intertwining for a brief instant. “I got fucked by the Prince himself, so I’m good.”
He couldn’t help but smile at the wicked tilt of her lips as he corrected her, “I’m not a prince.”
“Who the fuck cares? You’re a prince here.” Monica trailed a nail down his chest, pricking the skin above and below his belly button as she aimed lower, but he caught her wrist.
“You’re good to swap?”
“Of course, Prince Finn. Let the bacchanal continue?” It sounded like a question from her lips, so he kissed her once more, letting her feel the connection she craved for a moment, but Trevor was already a page ahead. His hands slid over Monica’s bare belly, the delicate, feminine softness of it, his hands tightening at her waist to pull her towards him. Their kiss broke and Finn’s gaze floundered until he saw Aubrey standing beside the platform, thighs shiny with her arousal. Just as the heat of her skin left him, he stood, barely aware of Trevor rolling Monica beneath him, and he tossed his condom aside, erection still standing and waiting for who he’d wanted all along. The one he’d planned the entire fucking theme for—damn the repercussions.
“So, what do I win?” Aubrey asked, teasing him, her cheeks still flushed from her orgasm, and he wanted her to have another. A dozen of them at his hand, his tongue, his cock.
“Me.” Finn stepped forward and scooped her up without another word, tossing her over his shoulder so he could more easily carry her wiggling form towards his bedroom. A fistful of condoms snagged on the way, because he wanted privacy for this, wanted to have her somewhere he wouldn’t have to stop their fun—he’d paid the staff and security enough to watch the party without him chaperoning while balls deep in the woman of his dreams. Literally. Aubrey Marilyn Dean was a fantasy brought to life, and he wasn’t letting her leave until she knew exactly where she stood with him.
“Finn!” she half-screamed, half-laughed as she bounced on his shoulder on the way to his bedroom, but he only grinned and kicked the door shut as soon as they were inside. A few more steps and he dropped her onto the bed. His bed.
“Still want me to fuck you?” he asked, tossing the condoms onto the sheet beside her as he stroked his cock. Another rush of blood flooding south to make him even harder as she parted her knees like a welcome.
“Maybe.” Her grin made him laugh, but the intensity of her eyes as they flicked over his body, the hard shaft in his fist, made his heart race.
“Playing the cock-tease now, Aubrey?” Finn chuckled, stepping forward to place one knee between her thighs. “That doesn’t suit you.”
“What does suit me, Harald Finn Solberg?”
Snagging a condom from the bedding, he bent over her, forcing her back to the bed just so she could keep some distance between them. “You know, I have always hated my name, but the way you say it…”
“What?” she asked as he tore the foil to dig out the slick latex inside, unnecessary lubrication with as wet as her pretty pink folds were.
“It makes me want to hear you scream it against my ear as I fuck you, because what suits you is doing whatever brings you pleasure.” He slid the condom on and pressed her further into the cloudlike mattress beneath them, the silken sheets that were still cool to the touch. “And I think we both know I can do that.”
“Trevor made me come,” she hissed, bringing her lips so close he could feel the ending exhale to her taunt.
“And did you believe me when I said I’d want you after that?”
A shadow flickered over her expression, the sultry confidence wavering for just an instant, and Finn watched her closely. Her breasts rising and falling, still encased in that ridiculous pale bra that served as her only clothing for the moment. Rolling the condom on in one smooth motion, he lifted his hand to her cheek, brushing a thumb over her lips.
“You still want me?” she whispered, fragile and concerned, and he’d never wanted another woman more than he had in that moment.
“I think you’re probably the only woman on the planet who could have a snowball’s chance in hell of keeping up with me.” Finn didn’t give her the opportunity to respond or crack a joke, he pressed his lips to hers, following her all the way down to the mattress as he lined up, and then thrust deep.
Aubrey broke the kiss with a moan and a curse, her nails digging into his back as she lifted her hips to meet him, “Fuck! Finn, I—”
“You can do whatever you want, Aubrey.” The tight heat of her sheathed his cock, sending a shudder through him as he pulled back and surged forward again. “But we’ve been patient enough, don’t you think?”
“Hell yes,” she hissed, making her hips meet his, and the world crashed down around him. She was beyond all belief, more than he’d even risked fantasizing about, because as worried as she’d been that he wouldn’t look at her the same after their little game—he’d felt the same way. But she was in his arms, her lips buzzing against his with her frantic moans, and there wasn’t even a hint of doubt in her as they moved together in perfect sync.
Nuclear war could have started outside his floor-to-ceiling windows and he wouldn’t have noticed. Even after they came together, even a
fter they’d had round two, and three, and fucked in more positions than he could name through the lust-fueled haze—Aubrey Marilyn Dean was still the only thing he could see. The only thing he could think about. Her soft whines, the delicate catch of her breath whenever he used his strength to deliver a hard thrust, every damn noise she made was perfection. Every inch of her skin something he wanted to taste.
Even before he fell asleep, tangled in her limbs, her hair sticking to the sweat on his chest as she succumbed to the exhaustion, Finn knew one thing with absolute certainty…
There would be no one for the rest of his life who could even hope to match her.
Chapter Seven
Soft rapping at the door turned into the bang of a fist, yanking Aubrey from the deepest sleep she’d had in years. Not yet awake, Finn groaned, pressing his morning wood against her belly and pulling her closer. Bright sunlight seared her eyes as another bang came to the door, making her cringe. “Finn.”
He hummed, flexing his hips and making her pussy clench.
“Finn! Someone’s at the door.”
Growling, he cracked bleary eyes and shouted, “What?”
An unintelligible response came from the hall.
“God dammit,” Finn hissed. “I can’t hear you, just come in!”
As he sat up, Aubrey retreated to the other side of the bed—a place she usually claimed if she ever actually spent the night. Which she didn’t. Ever. Until him. Hell, her skin was still damp with sweat from being pressed up against him all night. Had she seriously slept practically on top of him?
The door eased open and a man filled the gap, bare-chested and shimmering with golden glitter in the sunlight. “I said the cleaning staff is here. What’s the plan, Finn?”
“Shit.” He leaned over to his bedside table, lifting a clock before cursing again under his breath. “Get everyone who stayed the night dressed and out the door, make sure everyone who worked last night gets the usual bonus, and add one for yourself. Thanks for the help.”