by Jenny Penn
That thought had his grin twisting into something a whole lot more perverse than a smile as he watched Heather shed her sheet as she took in her surroundings. She barely spared a glance for the lounge or entertainment center, though, and she didn’t pause to inspect the pool table. Running her finger down the velvet side, she moved with a regal grace off to toward the play center where all the toys in the cube were kept.
Well, most of them at any rate. Enough to give Heather all sorts of opportunities to take care of that itch Konor knew they’d left her with. He could only be so lucky to catch that kind of show. Then again, he had been getting kind of lucky lately, and it looked like he might again as Heather paused to gaze at the play chair sitting in a place of prominence in the corner of the room.
Most women were intimidated by the chair when they first saw one, but Heather looked more curious than anything. Her fingers ran down the leather padding in a sensual caress that had sweat beginning to bead along Konor’s shoulders. The lust that never truly died down when she was near flared higher as she settled down into the seat, testing and shifting her weight as she tried out a few different positions.
Each and every one gave him an eyeful and a new idea, leaving him hard and aching. Konor would have ripped through the curtain right then and there if Heather hadn’t abandoned the chair to examine the shelves mounted to the wall and lined with all sorts of toys and props.
Dreams really did come true. Konor’s certainly were right then as Heather approached the shelves with an open curiosity that had her picking up each item and examining it with an avid interest that had Konor’s blood boiling with a thrill that was two parts dirty and one part forbidden. Then she moved on to sizing up the vibrators.
Standing there like a man entranced, the only thing that could have torn Konor’s eyes from the sight of Heather using her fingers to measure out the length and thickness of those plastic cocks was the sudden shift in the curtains behind him. He glanced back to find Alex shouldering his way into the bedroom.
Coming to a sudden stop, Alex scowled at the sight of Konor, who returned the favor by narrowing his eyes on Alex. They stayed like that for a long minute, each trying to intimidate and stare down the other as they both silently vented their frustration. It was a pointless exercise.
Neither man intended to concede the moment, or Heather, to the other. Defeat didn’t bother Konor as much as it appeared to bother Alex. With a curt jerk of his head toward the courtyard, he disappeared back through the curtains, clearly expecting Konor to follow. If he didn’t, Konor knew Alex wouldn’t be as nice the next time he asked.
So, with one final longing look back at Heather now fingering one of the floggers, Konor heaved a deep sigh and trailed after Alex, already knowing that this conversation was not going to end well. It certainly didn’t start out well.
“You saw the shoes, didn’t you?” Alex demanded to know almost the second Konor had cleared the curtain, but Konor had no idea what he was talking about.
He didn’t even bother to try to figure it out. Instead, he launched into his own accusation, figuring that’s just how this conversation was going to go.
“What the hell are you doing back here?” Konor shot back.
Maybe he could get really lucky and chase Alex off before he saw Heather and realize she had returned to the cube. It was a long shot. A long shot he put a lot of effort into, even adding an indignant tone to his outraged look.
“Aren’t you supposed to be out there looking for Heather? She might get abducted by some other guy, so you better hurry. “
“Oh, shut up!” Alex snapped. “I know she’s in there.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Because I saw her climb out of the damn tree!”
“The tree?”
Konor glanced over at the cedar, impressed at Heather’s ingenuity. He hadn’t even thought of that. Hell, he hadn’t actually been certain that she would be here at all. It had just been a hunch, not that he would admit any of that to Alex.
The cocky bastard probably would go on another tear about how he was trained to observe details where Konor just tended to obsess over them. That was actually true, he was just tired of hearing it. Besides, Konor had something better on his side then well-honed skills.
“You didn’t know?” Alex gaze sharpened on him as he studied Konor with that well-trained eye. “Ah, God! Don’t tell me you got lucky again?”
“Then I’ll tell you it’s better to be lucky than—”
“— good,” Alex finished for him with an aggrieved sigh. “Yes. I know.”
“Then you know that there is no getting rid of me.” Konor smirked, certain he was ruining Alex plans, whatever they were.
“And you know that I’m bitter enough to pound your ass into—”
“Are you sure it’s my ass you want to pound?” Konor cut in, knowing he was risking the ass-beating Alex was threatening him with, but enjoying himself too much to care. “Because, dude, you know I’m normally up for anything but that…that’s an itch I’m not interested in helping you try to scratch.”
“Oh, just stuff it, you smug bastard. You know what I meant.”
Of course Konor did, but agitating Alex was almost as much fun as messing with Heather—almost, and it wasn’t like he couldn’t do both at the same time. Then Alex could pound Heather’s ass.
Konor had no doubt that she’d enjoy it.
“Come on,” he commanded as he turned back toward the cube, but Alex remains stubbornly still as he glared after him.
“Why?”
“Because you’re going to follow my lead,” Konor instructed, pausing just outside the back entrance to the bedroom to shoot a quick smirk at Alex. “And try not to get in the way.”
“I’ll work on it,” Alex snarled, flushing a bright red at Konor’s amused tone.
This was going to be fun.
Fun didn’t even begin to describe the hot flood of lust that pumped through his veins as he crossed the bedroom to peek back through the curtains to find Heather trying to deep throat the damn dildos. Konor’s cock swelled, doubling in size in an instant with the memory of how hot and wicked her tongue had been when she’d taken him all the way to the back of her throat.
God, but those lips had had the strength of steel as they’d clamped down on his throbbing dick and sucked the seed right out of his balls. The woman was a master at giving head and all he wanted right then was to be under her thrall again. He’d have surged forward to give Heather something a few inches thicker and a whole lot more tasty to suck on if she hadn’t pulled the damn thing out and glanced down her body, giving Konor an idea of just where she was planning to stick it next.
Alex, apparently, didn’t get the hint, but remained stuck on the thought they’d been sharing a moment before. No doubt, he’d have had Heather on her knees within seconds if Konor hadn’t slapped a hand on to his chest and shoved him back as Alex tried to shoulder past him. Konor knew he risked bodily injury for interfering, but didn’t suspect that Alex had the focus to pick a fight right then.
Konor sure as hell didn’t.
His fingers clenched in Alex’s T-shirt, scrunching the cotton into a ball as Heather moved on to the duotone balls. Taking them out of the box, she weighed them in her hands, rolling them between her fingers in a hypnotic motion before lifting her leg and making his very dreams come true.
Bracing one foot on a lower shelf, she allowed the sheet to fall back, opening up her pussy so that both he and Alex could watch as she shoved the silvery balls right up into her cunt. Konor couldn’t breathe, couldn’t blink, couldn’t even move as she lowered down her leg and shivered with a delight he felt sneaking up his own spine as she gave her hips a little wiggle.
The smile that spread across Heather’s face sent a second shudder racing through him as he felt the damp proof of his own excitement leaking from the tip of his dick. If he didn’t fuck her, and fuck her soon, he was going to embarrass himself.
“
She knows we’re watching.” The hunger darkening Alex’s growl, assured Konor that his friend was fighting every bit as hard for his own control.
“She’s trying to push us into giving her what she wants,” Konor retorted, keeping his tone just as soft as Alex but hinged with a good deal more aggravation. “And we’re not going to fail this test.”
Alex snorted at that, apparently far from convinced. “Or she’s pushing us into taking what we want.”
“No, this isn’t about control of the sex,” Konor countered, seeing everything that was at stake in that moment. “It’s about control of the relationship.”
“A sexual relationship,” Alex corrected, his breath catching as he paused for a moment, clearly captivated by the sight of Heather eyeing the clamps. When he finally spoke again, his voice was breathless with a want Konor knew would break his friend soon enough.
“I’ll make you a deal, Konor, you manage the relationship, and I’ll manage the sex…and I say now is the time for sex.”
Shaking off Konor’s hold, Alex shoved the curtains back and strode into the room after making that bold proclamation. He appeared to startle Heather as she gasped, stumbling back as her eyes widened with surprise as the clamps dangling from her fingers fell to the floor, but Konor wasn’t buying her act.
She knew just what she was about. So did Alex, who didn’t miss a step as he bent down and swept the clamps off the floor. Crowding Heather backward, he grinned down at her.
“You interested in trying these on, sweetness? Because I am here to assist.”
* * * *
Heather’s narrowed her eyes at the laughter lurking in Alex’s tone, playing her role as the outraged and shocked victim of the moment. She thought she did rather well, especially given the way the slightest breath caused the balls buried deep inside her to sway and shift. The motion sent tickles of pleasure racing up the walls of her sheath.
Quickly the shivers became a river of rapture that made it hard for her to stand there glaring up at Alex, but Heather managed. She wasn’t capable, though, of keeping the breathless hint of excitement from infusing her words. The hunger thickening in her tone betrayed the scowl she curled her brow into and softened the sharpness of her response.
“What’s this?” Heather arched a brow, refusing to give into the quivers weakening her knees as she pointedly taunted Alex. “You’re offering to take direction from me? Does that mean I win?”
“Oh, honey, you’re always the winner when you’re with me,” Alex assured her as he smiled sweetly down at her. “That was never even an issue…I’m just glad you’re done sulking.”
Heather shot Alex a dirty look for that jab, but she couldn’t help glancing back down toward his hands, and the clamps he slowly started to roll through his fingers. The careful, precision in the steady motion had her nipples puckering with a sudden ache that made it all the harder to stand still. The urge to shift, to flex her muscles and set the balls inside her into motion, grew nearly overwhelming.
As if he sensed her struggle, the sparkle in Alex’s eyes grew brighter, his drawl huskier as he lifted up the clamps in an offering. “Now about that assistance…you want me to help you dress for the occasion, sweetness?”
“I’m fine,” Heather assured him, crossing her arms under breasts in a provocative gesture meant to draw Alex’s gaze to the puckered tips she allowed to peek out over her arms. “In fact, I think I’m more than appropriately dressed for the occasion. It’s you, who might be a little over dressed.”
That retort only seemed to amuse Alex all the more as a shift in the curtains drew Heather’s gaze to where Konor lingered in the open archway that led back into the bedroom. A dark, hulking shadow, he brooded with a dangerous air that was only emphasized by the flex and bolt of his muscles.
With his expression drawn tight and his eyes glittering with a feral gleam, Konor’s narrowed gaze actually sent a trickle of apprehension coursing down her spine. Heather didn’t dare to call out to him, much less approach him, not at all certain of his mood.
“Well?” Alex purred, his smile taking on a devilish twist. “Aren’t you going to undress me?”
“As if I’m dumb enough to believe that you would let me.” Heather snorted and rolled her eyes. “You’re just trying to lure me in close enough to grab.”
“Oh, honey.” Alex sighed sadly as he shook his head at her. “I can grab you whenever I want.”
The warning in that soft promise had Heather taking a quick step back and swallowing hard as the motion set the balls buried inside her rolling. For a moment she forgot all about the threat moving over her, but one quick look at Konor and it all came rushing back.
For whatever reasons, he and Alex had switched roles tonight. Now it was Alex’s grin that had the butterflies in her stomach fluttering and Konor’s hot, feral gaze that kept her uncertain whether she should give into those butterflies. Only thing she knew for certain is she didn’t want to get too close to Konor.
Not right then.
Right then she was beginning to really wish she’d found an escape and wondered at what insanity had possessed her to push them into this unpredictable mood. She was going to pay, no doubt. But Heather was not going to go down without a fight.
“And I can walk away whenever I want,” Heather reminded him in a vain attempt to regain control of the moment, but Alex called her bluff.
“Go on, then. Nobody is stopping you.” Stepping back out of her way, Alex pointedly nodded toward the exit. “Go on. You’re free.”
“I am?” Somehow Heather didn’t believe it.
“Yep.”
“I can just roll right out of here and go call Rachel and have her pick me up?” Heather asked explicitly, wondering just what Alex’s game was.
“It’s a long walk to the front gate,” Alex informed her. “You better get started now.”
Heather narrowed her eyes on him, sensing the trap in the making but not certain of just where it lay. Alex might have intended to snatch her off her feet or, maybe, he just wanted to feed her to Konor. Either way, Heather figured it didn’t matter. She was about to end up eaten, not that she minded the idea.
In fact, it had her cunt creaming, making that first step even more agonizing but Heather stuck her chin up high in the air and took it. The breath rushed out of her in a heavy sigh as the balls buried deep inside her rolled again, setting off another burst of delight that showered her in a happy haze.
“You need me to carry you, sweetness?” Alex’s smirked, eyeing her like a cat ready to pounce.
“No.” Heather’s voice squeaked out of her, but she was proud of herself nonetheless for having managed to answer at all. “I can make it.”
“Prove it.”
Those words growled out of Konor’s lips, not Alex’s. The dark, lethal purr sent another wisp of fear through her, igniting a frenzy that only sharpened the pleasure as she forced herself to take another bold step forward and then another.
She had ten feet to go and as long as she didn’t stop to savor the moment, Heather thought she might actually be able to make it, at least, all the way to Konor. Hopefully, he’d put her out of her misery, because by the time she reached him, Heather was sweating, shivering, on the verge of a release that was already beginning to bubble over.
The intoxicating bursts of sweetness grew more and more intense with every swing of her hips, until the motion had her mesmerized and pleasure-addicted. Heather couldn’t help but feed the need, rotating and gyrating as she swooshed those magic balls around and around until finally the dam broke just as she reached Konor.
Her knees gave out and she collapsed against him as his arms immediately clamped around her, becoming her strength, but Konor didn’t offer his assistance for free. His hands settled over her ass, bouncing her flushed cheeks between his palms in a motion that had the balls filling her cunt swirling with a swiftness that had her climax imploding in on itself, growing ever bigger and stronger as he took command of her pleasure.
/> Heather didn’t have the will to resist. She certainly didn’t have the strength to object. Instead she drooled and moaned across his chest, the breathless sounds gaining in volume as a third hand slipped down between her legs and she knew that Alex had joined them.
Caught between the heat and hardness of Konor and Alex’s bodies, her own defenselessness sent a thrill racing through her with a spicy hint of wicked delight as Alex shoved three thick fingers right up into her cunt, forcing the balls already filling her to go deeper and roll right across the most sensitive spot in her entire body.
Heather would have crumpled to the floor with the sudden blast of ecstasy that ripped through her but Konor’s arms held her tight even as Alex continued to torment her. Fucking her with fast, shallow strokes, his thumb whipped over her clit, trapping it beneath his thumb’s heavy weight and sending Heather into a screaming fit of incoherent pleas as he rolled her tender bud in damn near perfect timing with the balls stroking over the walls of her cunt.
Her sheath spasmed, tightening down around the balls and fingers driving her insane even as her knee bent upward along his thigh, opening herself up for further torment. Alex took instant advantage, mercilessly driving her screams and cries louder as she lost all sense of time and reality.
Her whole world narrowed down to the pound and pull sending out deep vibrations through her cunt that echoed all the way to her soul. That’s how deep the pleasure went, and when finally it overwhelmed her, it was her soul that Alex claimed, not just her pleasure.
Giving into the moment, Heather let herself go, trusting Alex to keep her safe. He could be cranky if he wanted and even did a pretty good at playing the unforgiving, but she knew the truth. He’d never hurt her. That certainty had Heather closing her eyes and savoring the satisfaction soaking through her and lulling her toward sleep.
It had been a long day. She would have drifted right off if Konor hadn’t shifted against her, setting the balls buried inside of her back into motion, only this time the pleasure was unwanted. She squirmed, reaching down to pull the balls free.