by Jenny Penn
“Yep.”
It was definitely time to put a stop to this. Things were going in a direction Heather didn’t care for or like and had her worrying in that moment that their future might not be as easy as she’d dreamed. Then again, what future was?
Every choice and every decision came with its own set of difficulties. The real question was whether the outcome was worth fighting for. Konor and Alex’s answer was obvious as they faced off before her, and Heather knew that was a battle worth joining just as she knew what her role would be in it.
Before Konor could take exception to Alex’s attitude, Heather killed the water, breaking into their argument as both turned to watch her step out of the shower. Instantly their gazes darkened as their eyes slid down over the lush peaks and valleys of her curves, tracking each droplet of water as it dripped down her body. Heather knew she had their full, captive attention.
“I don’t see any towels,” Heather pointed out, allowing her tone to ask the questions her words didn’t as she innocently glanced about, appearing completely oblivious to the effect her nakedness was having on both men. “So what are we supposed to do? Shake the water off like a dog?”
Heather teased them before doing just that, all too aware of the feral hunger that tightened both men’s expression as she twisted and twirled before them, setting her luscious curves dancing and jiggling in an enticing invitation as water whipped through the air to pepper both Alex and Konor with little drops. Neither man noticed, nor cared, but only one man was intent on taking advantage of the situation.
Alex didn’t hesitate.
Wagging his eyebrows suggestively at her, he began to corral Heather back into the shower stall. “Oh, I don’t think you’re done yet, sweetness. In fact, I’m pretty certain you missed a spot.”
“Really?” Heather dug her heels in, refusing to give an inch.
Instead, she allowed Alex to bump right into her, enjoying the feel of his hard, heated body against hers. She flushed with a fever that warmed her better than any towel could have done. Her tone softened, melting beneath the flames scorching through her veins as she wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her body against his in a carnal invitation that matched the sultry welcome thickening in her words.
“And just what spot was that?”
That question had Alex’s smirk breaking into a grin that stretched damn near from ear-to-ear as he pressed in close, forcing her back up against the heated tile of the shower stall. He pinned her there with the broad width of his palms cupping her ass and the long, thick feel of his cock, swollen and hard, pressing in against the gentle swell of her mound.
“Well, this one...for starters.” Alex’s hand slid around the curve of her ass to dip between her legs and cup her cunt in his callused grip. “I believe you agreed that these curls have to go.”
He whispered that reminder across her jaw as he peppered his words with soft kisses that ended with the hot wash of his breath teasing the sensitive curve of her ear.
“And then I believe you owe us three little words.”
It was the us and the sudden switch from the singular possessiveness to plural that sent a shiver racing down Heather’s spine as it dawned on her that their fight might have been more staged then real. They’d been proving a point, trying to teach her another lesson, which was both condescending and touching.
It went to show the lengths they were willing to go to convince her that this was exactly where she belonged. At the same time, she was getting tired of them thinking they had to prove everything to her, like she couldn’t figure it out on her own.
Heather figured there was only one way to put an end to these games.
* * * *
Konor watched Heather lift her leg against Alex’s, opening herself up to his touch as she wrapped both arms around his friend’s neck and returned the kisses Alex brushed across her jaw. Nibbling and licking her way down his neck, Heather glanced up when she reached the curve of Alex’s shoulder and caught Konor’s gaze. He could see the sparkle glittering in them and read the mischief in the smile that tugged at her lips and knew, then and there, that they were in trouble.
Deep trouble.
“And maybe I was waiting for Konor to do the honors,” Heather taunted, assuring Konor that she was more than aware of what they’d been up to.
That was the problem with Heather, she intentionally defied learning the lessons they tried to teach her. Then again, that was one of the reasons he loved her, because she dared to challenge them. That challenge had his cock throbbing with an inpatient response.
Without thought Konor’s hands lifted to begin tearing at his clothes as he finally finished ripping them out of the way. As the tattered rags of boxers finally fell on top of the heap cluttered at his feet the need pounding through him had become a painful delight. He needed her, needed to feel her soft and hot all around him as he pumped his cock into the tight clench of her body.
Galvanized by that thought, he stepped forward with every intention of ripping Alex out of his way. He would have, too, if Heather’s amused comment hadn’t cut through the red haze of lust all but consuming him.
“That is if he doesn’t forget to bring the supplies.” Heather giggled, catching his gaze with her amused one and assuring Konor that she’d been watching his every move despite Alex’s attempt to distract her as he clearly begin to pet and paw her pussy.
Her smile faded into a moan as Alex replaced his fingers with the engorged tip of his cock. His hips flexed slowly forward, pressing her back against the shower wall as he fucked himself into the creamy depths of her cunt. Konor could hear the liquid slide of his stroke in the silence thickening through the bathroom.
Heather was wet. Very wet, and that cunt belonged to him.
With that thought galvanizing his actions, Konor turned to quickly round up the supplies Heather had mentioned. It took mere seconds, but by the time Konor turned back around Alex had reversed his position. He was now the one leaning against the shower stall wall with Heather pinned to his front—her pussy open and empty, her ass now packed full, which explained all the squealing.
Not that Heather was squirming for freedom. Just the opposite. It was clear she was loving every inch, moaning over every thrust and desperate for more. Konor froze, captivated by the sight of Heather’s pleasure. Blushing with a beautiful pink hue that flushed across her body, her breasts were swollen and heavy with a need that beckoned him forward toward the puckered nipples begging to be sucked. They weren’t the only sweet buds desperate for his attention.
Konor’s gaze dropped to the creamy folds of Heather’s cunt, watching as her swollen pussy lips spread wide apart as Alex wrapped his hands around Heather’s knees and lifted her right off her feet, impaling her on the thick length of his cock.
The flushed, heavy sacks of Alex’s balls tucked up tight against Heather’s ass, assuring she couldn’t escape as he spread her thighs wide, revealing the intimate folds of her cunt to Konor as he stalked into the shower stall. He drew Heather’s attention as he set his supplies down on the bench and reached for the shower’s hand wand.
“Hmm… I think I was right to wait for you,” Heather whispered suggestively as she gazed down at him, earning her a smile from Konor in a growl from Alex.
“Mouthy little wench,” Alex grumbled, tossing a scowl over Heather’s shoulder and down at Konor. “She should know better than to taunt us. Smack that pussy and remind her just in case she forgot.”
Heather hadn’t forgotten. She wanted to be punished. That truth glittered in her gaze as she waited, breath caught for Konor to obey, but he had something better in mind. He blasted a squeal out of her as he turned on the hand wand he’d pulled down while Alex had been speaking, unleashing a cold burst of water over her cunt.
Heather’s shriek of surprise quickly turned into a laugh of delight as her toes curled and her legs flexed, her hips straining upward into the frigid rain. Behind her Alex grunted as her ass clenched down on his cock and shot his friend
a look that matched the strained sound of his voice.
“Go on, man, get it over with.”
Because Alex couldn’t hold on forever.
That last little bit went unsaid but it was understood. Still, Konor wasn’t about to be rushed as he turned his attention to the well-tailored dark curls protecting the pink lips of the pussy before him. He planned on enjoying this moment and making it last. It was like unwrapping a Christmas present—a Christmas present that squirmed, pleaded and moaned out encouragements whenever Konor intentionally grazed her clit with the side of his fingers just as her cunt gripped at his tips whenever he taunted her clenched opening with a gentle press.
On the final pass he allowed her muscles to suck him in deeper, teasing the velvety walls of her sheath as they spasmed around him and wept. The scent of her arousal thickened in the air, making Konor’s mouth water. He’d waited long enough for his treat.
* * * *
Heather’s heart raced, sending blood pounding through her veins in a frantic pace that matched the rapid, heaving pants that escaped her lips as she desperately tried to draw in enough air to soothe the fires burning within her, but it was a futile task. One that neither Alex nor Konor appeared willing to let her accomplish. Between the two of them they kept her stretched out on a razor’s edge, torn between panic and excitement.
No, that wasn’t it.
In a moment of clarity and bliss, Heather realized that it was her own self-doubts that kept her bound and afraid. That fear wouldn’t allow her the luxury of satisfaction…of course, she sort of liked the frustration.
So, Heather held her tongue, biting down on her lower lip to hold back the whimpers that might have revealed too much as she watched Konor set aside the razor along with the handheld shower head. He turned back to her slowly, allowing the anticipation to tighten in her muscles as his hands settled on her thighs close enough to the folds of her pussy for Heather to feel the heat of his palms spread over her mound.
Konor’s hands were just a big and callused as Alex’s but where Alex’s fingers bit into her soft skin with a blunt strength he didn’t bother to temper, Konor’s slid over her, teasing, almost tickling her with his gentle touch. That didn’t mean there wasn’t strength in his grip.
Strong and fast, Konor managed to pull her thighs free of Alex’s hold, jerking her forward to drape her knees over his shoulders and bury his face in her pussy.
Heather’s squeal of delight turned into a series of panting gasps as Alex’s cock slid backward and almost free of her ass while Konor began devouring her cunt with a ravenous hunger of a starving man. His tongue whipped over her sensitive flesh, curling around her clit before dipping to plunge into her sheath at the exact moment Alex rammed his thick, length back into her ass, pounding her down the length of Konor’s tongue and fucking a scream right out of her.
They set up a relentless rhythm meant only to drive her insane, ripping her sanity away from her and leaving her awash in a sea of pleasure that grew ever more intense as wave after wave of delight crashed through her. Alex felt so big, so thick, his thrusts so rough and desperate. They were a sharp contrast to the ticklish caresses Konor treated her to as his tongue danced up the sensitive walls of her sheath, pressing back against the cock ravaging her ass.
It was too much and yet not enough. She needed more, needed it harder, faster and Konor knew it. Heather barely had time to catch her breath before the brilliant flash of minor climactic explosion engulfed her. Liquid flames rolled over her, licking straight up her spine with a zeal fueled by Konor’s frenzied lapping at her clit.
He drove her right over the edge as her cunt clench painfully down on the empty air, desperate to be filled as spasm after spasm racked through her body, but Konor ignored her pleas as he continued to feast upon her molten flesh. Neither did Alex listen when she begged him for just a moment.
Instead, his hands slid around her waist and up over her stomach to cup her breasts and capture the tender tips in his rough, unforgiving grip. Alex pumped his hips with a reckless abandon that matched the wild strokes of Konor’s tongue as he once again plunged it deep into her sheath.
Lost in the euphoria of the moment, Heather lost track of time and reality, existing only in a glorious world of pure-white hot rapture. It scorched through her with such power and might that she felt like she was flying on the tail of a firework and exploding with it, feeling the very brilliance of the detonation shatter through her soul.
And it was all just the beginning. There were hours left to the night and thousands of positions left to try. Konor reminded her of that as he lifted off his knees to finally claim the molten flesh he’d already mastered. He hesitated, though, with the thick, flared head of his cock pressing against the clenched entrance to her cunt. Heather’s heavy lids lifted as she glanced up to find him waiting patiently to capture her gaze with his.
“You know what we want.”
Yes, she did and she wasn’t afraid to give it to them. Not anymore. Holding Konor’s gaze, she offered him a small smile before admitting the truth.
“I love you.”
Her voice quivered with a strain that couldn’t be hidden even in the soft folds of her words. They barely broke the air but were more than loud enough to break the restraint holding Konor and Alex back. With a groan Konor surged forward, fucking the air straight out of her lungs as he stretched her sheath wide around the thick, heavy weight of his cock.
She could feel every ripple, every wrinkle, even the very pound of his veins pumping against the sensitive stretch of skin that separated his dick from Alex’s as she found herself caught between their two hard lengths. There wasn’t enough room for both of them, but Heather wouldn’t complain. She’d missed this and was intent on savoring every second she had.
Digging her nails into Konor’s shoulders as she clung to him as he finally began to move, pumping his hips back and forth in a motion that mimicked Alex’s as they began to fuck her with a steadily increasing rhythm that only inflamed her desperation. Heather cried out, writhing between them as the lust and want boiling in her veins had her begging for them to take her with the same savagery as the pleasure that was already clawing through her.
They didn’t deny her, but gave into the primitive race that captivated them all. Faster and harder, until the sweat beaded and glistened on their brows and down their bodies as they slapped against each other in the writhing clutch of a release that threatened to blacken out the entire world as it detonated.
Pure, undiluted bliss flooded through Heather, lifting her soul out of her body and casting her adrift in a sea of splendor where time meant nothing and all that mattered was the warm contentment filling her every breath, even if those breaths were heaving in and out of her in great, searing gasps that had her shuddering in Alex and Konor’s hold.
Thankfully they were there to catch her. Catch her, bathe her, and tuck her into bed— the two men who had so mercilessly ravaged her now tended to her with a gentleness and care that left Heather in no doubt of their feelings. How could she when they whispered sweet devotions along with bawdy compliments across her skin?
Heather flushed and giggled over some of their more outrageous comments, enjoying their attention, sure in the knowledge that she had their love. It was there in their tone, in their words, and the way they touched her and their willingness to do anything to please her.
Both men offered her that sweet pledge before going on to prove it. With long, slow, drugging kisses and quick, sucking little nibbles, they tasted and stroked over every inch of her as they slowly and deliberately fanned the flames of the lust that was always there, simmering just beneath the surface.
This time, though, her climax was tinged with some deeper, more complicated emotion. This wasn’t just sex. This was about something greater, about a pleasure that knew no bounds and an acceptance that made such rapture possible. It had always been this way. Her mind had just refused to recognize the difference.
Her heart, on t
he other hand, had no trouble recognizing the obvious—this was perfection. Now that she touched it, she needed it. Heather would never be able to let this go, to let them go. The edges of the fear that would normally have claimed her with that thought were blunted by the echoes of love that filled the air around her as Konor and Alex slowly took possession of her body along with her heart and soul.
This time it was Alex’s brilliant gaze staring down at her as he forged deep into her sheath, stretching the well-used muscles around his thick length. Konor gripped her from behind, spreading the flushed globes of her ass to claim her with a deliciously slow stroke in as Alex began to drag the heavy length back across her sensitive walls, causing her cunt to spasm with delight and tighten around his dick in a futile attempt to hold onto him.
A second later it was her ass clenching tight as her muscles clung to Konor even as Alex treated her to another breath-stealing pump of his hips. In and out, they fucked her in a rhythm that never left Heather empty, but neither did it soothe the ache building inside of her. She needed them.
Together.
She needed them hard, fast, and savage. That was the only way she was going to come and Heather told them so as she demanded that they give her what she needed. Yet, they still held back, silently waiting until it finally dawned on her just what they wanted.
So she gave it to them—those three little words.
“I love you.”
That’s all it took to rip away any shred of domestication they clung to as they gave into the savage hunger that consumed them all.
Chapter 45
Heather snuck out just before the crack of dawn to rush home and assure that she was there when Taylor woke up. It was close though. She barely made it the back door before Taylor came shuffling down the hall. He stumbled into the kitchen rubbing the sleep from his eyes and, thankfully, not catching the look her father shot her.
Sitting with his morning paper and his traditional steaming cup of coffee, her dad had looked up, clearly surprised when Heather burst through the back door still dressed in yesterday’s clothes. She was all too aware of how rumpled she looked and could feel the heat staining her cheeks with a guilty flush as Taylor blinked up at her.