by B J Wane
Mitch grabbed the base of his cock and held it up for her, saying, “Take just the head into your mouth, then use your tongue to get to know me. That will be enough for now.” Donovan had told him, in detail, how he wanted tonight to go, and Mitch knew they’d have to keep this foreplay short if he was going to last through the next part. The woman had soft, lush lips and a warm, wet mouth that felt too fucking good as she did as he instructed.
Donovan couldn’t believe how aroused he was at the sight of Anna suckling the head of Mitch’s cock, the feel of her warm ass under his hand and her soft body draped over his. He wanted her in the worst way, wanted to bury his cock balls deep inside her and take her with pounding strokes until the entire room could hear her cry out in pleasure. It was precisely that driving need that kept him from doing just that and he had to forcefully steel himself against giving in to his body’s demands.
Brett had Kayla stripped and over his lap also, and the sound of his slaps reddening her pretty ass blended with his when he stopped caressing and tapped her sharply again. A few well aimed smacks that had her skin turning from pink to red and then he couldn’t resist slipping between her spread legs and feeling that tight pussy again. Warm moisture coated his three fingers as he thrust with ease into her, her slick walls closing around his fingers in a heated vice. Pushing her hips against his invasion, he heard her moan softly around Mitch’s dick.
“Shit,” Mitch cursed with a glare at Donovan. “Unless you want this to end prematurely, I suggest you stop whatever you’re doing.”
“Come here, sugar.” Donovan slowly pulled from her clasping sheath, letting his finger glide over her swollen clit on his way out.
Anna reluctantly released Mitch’s cock head, surprised by how much she had enjoyed having him in her mouth, that is until Donovan filled her empty pussy with his fingers, distracting her with deep plunges that managed to touch upon all the right nerve endings to ratchet her arousal to a fast, feverish pitch. She shuddered as he grazed her clit long enough to keep her climax hovering. She knew better by now not to complain, to ignore the temptation to beg or curse him into giving her what she needed so badly. As Donovan settled her on his lap, her back against his chest as Mitch moved to stand in front of them, her head automatically relaxed against his hard shoulder and she looked up questioningly into his guarded face. “Donovan?”
Donovan heard the doubt in her voice, but as Mitch went to his knees before them and Donovan slid his hands under her thighs and spread them wide, he saw the excitement and lust widen her eyes. “Let us make you feel good, Anna.”
She didn’t have time to think let alone shy away as Mitch spread her pussy lips and put his mouth on her protruding clit. She tried, but she couldn’t prevent the cry of pure pleasure sweeping through her from spilling from her mouth and when Donovan released her legs, apparently confident she’d keep them splayed, and covered her breasts with those wonderfully calloused hands, she simply let go, laid back and allowed herself to wallow in this new experience. With hard hands kneading her breasts, fingers pulling tautly on her nipples, and lips, tongue and teeth all working together to stimulate every sensitive nerve ending she never knew she had in her pussy, she couldn’t do anything except combust in ecstasy. The pleasure swept through her with the force of a tornado, blowing her mind away until she didn’t know where she was or how she got there, she only knew she never wanted to come down from this consuming high.
She was still shaking with small tremors, aftershocks of pleasure rippling through her body when she opened her eyes to see Mitch standing over them, his seeping cock in hand, waiting, apparently, her approval for something. Once again, she looked up into Donovan’s closed face, his look giving nothing away.
Before she could say anything, he stated implacably, “I told you I wouldn’t fuck you, not that someone else wouldn’t. Yes or no?”
Anna was disappointed, but not enough to deny herself this chance to experience all her fantasies. She heard the goings on around the room, saw Kayla straddling Brett’s lap, bouncing on his cock as she held onto his shoulders, threw her head back and rode him with sheer abandonment. She wanted to be that free, that open and there was no time to start like now.
Looking up into Mitch’s warm brown eyes, his patient and understanding look went a long way towards making her comfortable. “Yes.”
Donovan denied he was hoping she’d decline, denied that he was having second thoughts as he slid his hands under her, cupped her still warm buttocks and lifted her hips for Mitch’s penetrating thrust. When he barely entered her pussy then stopped on a groan, his muttered, “She’s too fucking tight,” made Donovan look down at her with a frown. He remembered the tight feel of her around his fingers, but hadn’t given any thought to the difference in sizes between his fingers and a man’s cock, especially either his or Mitch’s.
“How long has it been since you’ve had sex, Anna?” he asked harshly, almost dreading her answer.
“Over two years, but don’t stop,” she added desperately, her panicked look going from Donovan to Mitch.
Donovan recalled his own long bout of celibacy following his rescue and subsequent release from the military and cursed himself for not taking this slower, for not realizing sooner that she might need a little more adjustment time.
“Relax for me, Anna,” Mitch instructed as he saw the indecision warring on Donovan’s face. Leaning over the couple, he braced his hands on the back of the sofa and slowly eased into her, her copious juices easing his way as he stretched her fully.
Donovan started kneading her cheeks, letting his thumb slip between them to lightly stroke over her anus as he fought to choke back the black wave of jealousy spearing through him. He had never, ever felt an ounce of jealousy over a woman, had liked them, enjoyed them, shared them and moved on without looking back. Until now, until he had to sit here and watch one of his best friend’s do what he refused to do. Knowing it was his idea, his fault there were times he needed it rough to escape when the demons came haunting only added fuel to the fire burning in his gut. Even though his intentions were noble, his refusal to fuck her and risk losing control and adding to her bad memories, didn’t help this irrational envy threatening his composure as Mitch finally embedded his cock fully inside her and he felt her soft, lush body shudder in pleasure. Shoving those inexplicable emotions aside, he concentrated on making her first taste of sex in so long as good as they could make it.
Anna groaned as Mitch filled her pussy completely, his cock thick and long and filling a part of her that had been empty for so long. Her mind kept taunting her with the fact it was another man taking her, a relative stranger she didn’t know, and not the man she had come to care so much about in so short a time. Regret that it wasn’t Donovan fucking her, it wasn’t him ending her self-imposed punishing celibacy warred with the acceptance of her body, her need for this outweighing the reticence her mind kept throwing up. Between the slow thrusts of Mitch’s cock and the hot, hard thickness of Donovan’s cock against her ass, the rough denim covering it abrasive against her sensitive back hole, her body won out over her mind. Sandwiched between the two men, both large, hard and demanding, she felt surrounded and taken over, a feeling she loved as much as the rush of pleasure threatening to consume her again any second now.
When Donovan ran his thumb over her small, puckered hole again and whispered decadently in her ear, “I want to fuck you here, fill you until you scream my name,” she exploded in another climax that rivaled the one she had barely just recovered from. The feel of Mitch joining her, his thrusts increasing to the point of shoving her pelvis back against Donovan as he pushed his cock between her spread buttocks until she was riding both cocks, sent her into that sweet oblivion, the harsh breathing of both men mixing with the soft whimpers coming from her only added to the thrill of this new experience.
Donovan knew he could send her home now, knew her first public experience was everything she had hoped it would be just as he knew she was made for this l
ifestyle. Given enough time, she’d thrive on submitting sexually to a man. Just as he knew he could seek his own release from any number of women here tonight. But as Mitch slowly pulled from her, he knew he didn’t want any other woman, at least not now, not tonight. Before he could change his mind, he turned her soft, pliant body around and with his hands on her shoulders, pushed her down between his spread knees until she was kneeling.
“Take out my cock, Anna, and let me feel your mouth on me.”
Anna could no more resist doing this than she could turn away from the dark, swirling confusion mirrored on his granite face. She wished she knew why he was so resistant to fucking her. Other than fear of somehow causing her harm, she didn’t know what was making him hold back. She admired the reason behind the notion, the way he thought he was protecting her from himself given her past abuse, she just didn’t know how to let him know it was unnecessary. Smiling at him, she decided to simply give him what he wanted, for now, vowing that someday soon she’d convince him to give her what she really wanted.
“Okay.” She barely noticed Mitch settling next to her as she released Donovan’s cock into her hands and slowly lowered her head to engulf the satiny crown. Taking her time, she explored his cockhead slowly, circled her tongue over and around it before slipping around the flared edge, laving the sensitive area beneath the crest. His deep moan and tight grip on her hair told her she was doing it right. Unable to resist exploring further, she moved her lips down his length, stroking her tongue around his impressive girth as she shuddered with longing to feel the width of him stretching her pussy as he sank his full length into her. Moving slowly back up, she once again suckled just his crown, this time tasting his seeping fluid as she licked over his slit.
Donovan’s deep moan blended with hers when she felt Mitch cupping her breast with one hand and palming her pussy with the other. That quickly, she felt herself go damp, her response coming after two such intense orgasms, taking her by surprise. Wanting to pleasure Donovan more than she wanted another climax, she tried to ignore the way Mitch was caressing her and concentrated on getting Donovan to lose control for her. She took him deep, grateful for the way he guided her head, giving her silent directions on what he wanted her to do. From the way his cock was stiffening and his soft balls were drawing up tautly, she thought she was doing something right. Wanting to torment him into losing control, she flicked her nails down his rigid length then lightly scratched them over his balls, the jerk of his cock in her mouth proof he liked the little pinpricks.
Donovan had been right, her mouth was made for sin and sex, and there was no way he could hold out against the pure pleasure of having her mouth wrapped around him, especially after feeling the little stings from her nails on his shaft and over his sac. He remained seated purposely knowing he couldn’t plunge deep and hard into her mouth from this position. By jerking his hips up just a little, he could keep his thrusts short and shallow, but it was more than enough to have him seeing stars as he exploded into the warm, wet cavern enveloping him. His hands tightened around her silky red hair, but she didn’t seem to mind as she refused to release him before he came, obviously willing to take his seed down her throat.
As he lost himself to the pleasure of her mouth, he knew he was fighting a losing battle keeping himself from taking her.
Chapter Twenty Five
Anna waited a week, until the following Saturday, and when she still hadn’t heard anything from Donovan, decided to take matters into her own hands. She had hoped, especially after the solicitous way Donovan had treated her last week after she had brought him to climax with her mouth, that he would issue another invitation to join him at the club, but his silence this past week spoke volumes. As disappointed as she was, she wasn’t going to let his lack of interest deter her from further exploration, not after she had come this far. The tour Donovan had taken her on of the rest of the club that Colin had not allowed her and Diane to see revealed more erotic, eye opening scenarios than she had never imagined.
Completely naked, her hand held tightly in his, Donovan took her down the wide hall, stopping first at a room with three large beds, all of them occupied with naked, writhing bodies. Two women, locked together in a sixty-nine position, pleasured each other orally, while two men and one woman sprawled in the center of the middle bed, the woman sandwiched between their thrusting bodies. Anna had visibly shuddered against Donovan as she imagined herself being taken like that, two hard cocks simultaneously fucking her pussy and ass, bringing her to multiple orgasms like those men had been doing to their partner, like the two vibrators had done for her. The next room had shown a woman on a padded table similar to one found in a doctor’s office, her feet strapped in stirrups, her legs spread wide, displaying everything to the viewers at the window. Mortified, Anna had pulled Donovan away from that scene, unable to bring herself to watch further when the woman’s partner stood to her side, reached between her legs and spread her pussy lips with one hand and slowly penetrated her with his other hand. She had read about fisting, but watching it up close was simply something she hadn’t been prepared for. Donovan had simply chuckled and showed her the office where four people were role playing before taking her to the bondage room, which wasn’t her thing, or apparently, Donovan’s, but the scenes in that room aroused her just as much as everything else she had seen that night.
She had been surprised, and disappointed, when Donovan had ended the evening then by helping her dress and escorting her out to her truck. After asking if she was all right, he had thanked her politely for coming out and told her good-night. Anna had tried to stifle the jealousy filling her as she drove home wondering if he was going to find relief from the erection he couldn’t hide from her as he went back inside. It hurt more than it should have that he could so easily fuck others yet continue to deny her that pleasure. It wasn’t that he wasn’t attracted to her, she knew that, so she couldn’t figure out why he continued to put her off. Surely his excuse that her abusive past made her too vulnerable for the club scene or anything more dominant than what he had let her experience so far no longer held sway. Yet, that was the only reason she could think of and she was sure that was why he hadn’t issued another invitation.
Well, she could have told him differently, would have loved to show him differently, but he hadn’t given her that chance. So tonight she’d go to Casey’s and ask Colin to allow her upstairs without an escort. Other than seeing him at the bar from a distance last week, she hadn’t seen or talked to him since that night two and a half years ago. She hoped that her presence with Donovan last week would be enough to give her access alone, because, even though Donovan was the one she wanted, she was more than willing to seek out someone else if it meant she didn’t have to give up the new pleasures she had discovered with him.
It took some doing, but Anna managed to not only get up the nerve to go to Casey’s alone that night, but she even managed to find something in her wardrobe that she hoped showed off her assets as well as hid her flaws. Although why she bothered after Donovan had paraded her around completely naked last week, she didn’t know. The black sheath had been a gift from Diane and she had only worn it once for Todd. After he told her she looked slutty and ordered her to change before they went out, she hadn’t put it on again until tonight. The way the black knit crisscrossed over her waist helped camouflage the extra pounds she had added and managed to flatter her full figure. Although she was a little uncomfortable with the amount of cleavage the halter top revealed, her knee length black leather coat would hide it until she got upstairs.
Casey’s boasted its typical Saturday night crowd, but thankfully there was still a vacant stool at the bar where she spotted Colin working. Slipping onto it, she returned the smile from the blonde woman next to her. “Hi,” she greeted her, glad to see a friendly face.
“Hi. I can move if you’d like this seat for someone.”
“I’m not here with anyone, but thanks. How about you?” Anna knew she probably shouldn’t
announce she was here alone, but if Colin refused to allow her upstairs, she didn’t intend to stay. The club scene had never been her thing. She much preferred quieter, smaller gatherings. Except, of course, when it came to further exploring her interest in some of the alternative sexual practices she had witnessed last week.
To Anna’s surprise, the blonde nodded at Colin who was moving towards them with a smile. “I’m with him. My name’s Olivia.”
Anna took Olivia’s outstretched hand and hoped she would prove to be an ally. “Anna, and your guy is the one I was hoping to talk to for a minute.”
Olivia raised a brow at Colin as he walked up in time to hear Anna’s statement. “Anna says she’s here to see you.”
Colin leaned over the bar, grabbed Olivia’s nape and pulled her up and across the bar to take her lips in a hard, deep, wet kiss, leaving her and Anna in no doubt about who Colin had eyes for. After releasing her, smiling at her bemused look, he turned his eyes to the pretty redhead he had seen with Donovan last week and whom he just now remembered from a few years ago. “Anna, now I remember. You and a friend were celebrating your upcoming wedding.”
His cool green eyes and steady look told Anna he was questioning why she had been with his brother last week if she was married and Anna had to admire him for looking out for Donovan’s best interests. “Yes, well my marriage didn’t work out, unfortunately.”
Colin visibly relaxed, smiled at her and asked, “What can I do for you then? Is Donovan meeting you?” Donovan had remained closed mouth about this woman but if his irritable mood this past week was any indication, it looked like the youngest McGilley had fallen as hard and as fast as both Colin and Brett.
“No, last week he was just doing me a favor which is why I wanted to ask you how I can get a membership or gain access to the club.”
“I can go up with her until you get free, Colin,” Olivia offered, her interest in what was going on between Donovan and this woman piqued.