by Alexa Quinn
Roxy commands one to poor her some coffee. After they leave I pour myself some tea.
I discover that I am ravenous. I help myself to a plate full of toast and scrambled eggs and sausages, and a couple of small flaky croissants with delicious jam spread on top.
Roxy watches me eat with her eyes narrowed thoughtfully. When I’m finished she says, “Why don’t you come back to mine and meet my friend?”
I shake my head. “I have to head back. They’ll be wondering where I am.”
“So let them wait. You’ve got to treat them mean to keep them keen. And anyway, I think you’ll really like my friend.”
My eyes widen. “What do you mean? You don’t want me to…”
“Why not?” she says sharply. “You’ve already done it last night. And I think he’ll be really excited about a threesome with you and me.”
“How can you even say that? I can’t sleep with a stranger!”
“You did last night,” she says nastily. “You slept with three.”
“That was different,” I say hotly. “I told you I like my men. It was special with them.”
“You’re such a deluded stupid romantic. You’re not a virgin anymore, so stop with the sweet little innocent act.”
“It’s not an act.”
“Yes it is. You’ve always acted as if you’re the sweet one and I’m the slut. But you’re just as horny as me, so why can’t you help me out now?”
“That’s not–”
“It’s not like anyone will find out. You can keep your stupid mask on.”
I get to my feet, shoving myself back from the table so hard that all the crockery clatters.
“You’re supposed to be my friend,” I say, my voice wobbling. “But you don’t know me at all!”
“Calm down,” she says.
“I can’t believe you asked me to do that.”
“I can’t believe that you think what you have with these guys is love or whatever. They’re here to fuck. Everyone in this whole place is here to fuck. They don’t give a crap about you, but you’re too naive to see that I’m on your side.”
“You’re only ever on your own side!” I shout, stalking away from her. “Leave me alone. I don’t want to see you again!”
Chapter 12
MAX
I wake-up later than I intended, my body hard and aching for her. Sex has always been very satisfying for me, but never in my life has a woman knocked me out like that before.
Something about this girl feels so special, and I find myself craving more. I know it is greedy to want her all to myself, but right now I don’t care. My body is a beast, and it needs her.
I have never tapped politely on a woman’s door when I have wanted her this much, but I find myself knocking gently on Clarissa’s door now. I am hesitant to wake her if she is not already awake.
Karl had said he’d given her something to help her sleep for as long as she needed it, but I find myself wishing that she would get up already. I’m looking forward to seeing her face.
And the rest of her.
As I turn away from her room in slight disappointment, a small blond-headed bundle bumps smack bang into my solid chest. It is Clarissa.
I steady her with my strong arms. I look down into her face. Her lips are trembling. Concern suddenly rages inside me. She is upset. I can’t allow her to be upset.
“Hey,” I say, gently brushing the corner of her eyes where tears have gathered. “What happened? Did someone hurt you?”
Anger is blossoming inside me at the mere thought.
“No,” she says in a small voice, brushing aside the tears that have begun to run down her face. She sniffs, as if determined not to cry. “I just had an argument with a friend.”
“Why?” I ask, wondering when she had a chance to leave the house, and who this friend was.
“She says you’re just using me,” she says, the words spilling out of her seemingly against her intention. She flushes after she has said them.
The friend is a she. I feel the angry tightness in my chest ease a little. If it had been a he I would have had to find him and throttle him. Something about this sweet breeze of a girl makes me want to protect her fiercely
“Is that what you think?” I ask her, holding her gaze steadily.
To my relief she shakes her head.
“Good girl,” I say, unable to resist brushing my thumb over her trembling lower lip. “Because you’re a beautiful woman and I desire you immensely. And though I’d like to have you to myself, the others do too. You know that, don’t you?”
She bites her lip, and sneaks a peek up at me from between her long lashes.
“I… I like you to,” she confesses in a trembling voice.
I want to sweep her up in my arms, and crush her to my chest. Instead I gently cup her face in my hands and suggest that when she is ready she might like to join the rest of us for breakfast.
She shakes her head firmly, and intertwines her slim fingers with mine.
“I don’t want breakfast,” she says leading me towards her room. “I want you.”
Chapter 13
CLARA
I push open my door to pull him into my room.
“No,” he says. “I want you in my bed.”
He scoops me into his arms and carries me down the corridor to his room. He kicks the door shut behind us.
His room is much larger than mine and magnificent, but I have no time to admire it as he carries me over to his massive bed and deposits me on its edge. He has intoxicated me. I am interested in looking at nothing but him.
I recall how his powerful body moved over me just yesterday, taking my virginity and making me writhe and moan. He is the reason I felt so wild and free last night with Jake and Anthony. He gave me the confidence to take what I wanted.
I get to my feet to stand beside him and I put my head against his chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat fascinates me. His cock, hard for me, brushes against my hip. I sway my hips slightly from side to side, and he groans in satisfaction.
“Lie back on the bed,” he commands me.
I am trembling. Whether with passion or nerves I cannot tell. I lick my dry lips to moisten them, and I lay back on the edge of the bed.
“Raise your legs, bend your knees,” he instructs me.
I do it, tucking my heels beneath each buttock at the edge of the mattress. This forces my thighs apart slightly, but they are still closed enough that my pussy is protected from his gaze.
“Spread your legs,” he says hoarsely.
I spread them wide apart as he wishes, baring my moist sex to his hungry gaze, my pussy naked beneath my frilly skirts. I am not even sorry any more to have no underwear. I was meant to be naked for him.
He kneels on the floor beside the bed, bringing his head just above the level of my pussy. He bends his head over it and takes a deep breath, inhaling me in.
I spread my arms wide and clench at the bed sheets as I wait for his touch. I am tense now, and my pussy is clenched tight.
“Please, Uncle Max,” I whisper.
His fingers stroke softly over the skin of my inner thighs. And then his palms slip down to cup my buttocks, holding me spread open like a feast he wants to devour.
His fingers grip the cheeks of my ass hard. I gaze down at his head and powerfully muscled shoulders between my thighs. He hasn’t even touched my sex and yet I’m already panting heavily.
Then his head drops out of sight.
“Oh God!” I gasp.
His tongue runs down the slit between my pussy lips. He thrusts it inside my tight hole and feasts on me. His mouth is everywhere. His lips suck on my clit, his tongue strokes over it, and his fingers dig into the flesh of my tense little buttocks.
My back arches and my hips undulate with each movement of his mouth. Each sweep of his lips, each nibble, sends shocks like electricity racing up through my body. I gasp out loud and my nipples firm up into hard little peaks.
“Oh God,” I whispe
r as he drinks down the taste of me and smacks his lips.
I am close to coming. His tongue rasps firmly against my clit then sweeps around my folds and the entrance of my pussy. He sucks hard as his tongue circles my entrance.
I thrust my hips into his face and spasm and quiver as my orgasm approaches.
“I’m coming,” I cry out.
“Not yet,” he says harshly, taking his incredible mouth away and rising to his feet.
I groan in frustration. I wanted to come against his mouth. But then I feel his dick pressing against my tight opening.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please put it in me, Uncle Max, I need it. I want it.”
“Where do you want it?” he growls. “Tell me you want it in your tight little pussy.”
“Yes. Deep inside me. I need to feel you there. Please fuck me now.”
My voice trembles, and my pussy quivers. I am still on the edge of climax and the feeling of him pressed against it is almost enough to make me come. My opening feels swollen, and I can feel the juices dribbling down onto the head of his cock.
He presses his cock into my hole, but he doesn’t thrust it all the way inside like I crave.
“Uncle Max, please,” I beg.
I try to wrap my legs around his hips, trying to draw him into me. But he holds them firmly in place until I stop squirming.
Then he drives into me as deep as he can go.
A howl escapes me as I come instantly, my pussy closing around his cock and milking it.
He continues to thrust into me deep and steady, driving my orgasm onwards. It rolls through me in waves, each growing in intensity.
“Come for me, baby,” he snarls, watching my face.
I can only moan in response and ram my pussy against his driving cock. Something more is building inside me. Jolts of pleasure are rocketing out from where we are joined and the friction of our movement.
With every clench of my body, I want him deeper inside me. I want him to own me.
He thrusts into me again and again and now his thumb descends onto my clit, drawing a small howl from me.
“It’s too much,” I cry out, as I teeter on the edge of another orgasm. “I can’t!”
“You can,” he insists.
He kisses me tenderly as his body slams into mine. He rips apart the bodice of my dress. His hands squeeze and palm my breasts, and he rolls my aching nipples between his fingers and his thumbs.
My body arches off the bed with cry of ecstasy. I grip his hard buttocks as those powerful muscles drive his cock deep into me.
“You’re so thick,” I gasp, as my orgasm makes my swollen pussy clench around his massive shaft.
With one last grunt he pounds his cock in a deep hard stroke into my quivering pussy. I feel his come spurt inside me over and over.
I wrap my legs around his buttocks to hold him inside me, and collapse back on the bed whispering, “Oh my God.”
Chapter 14
CLARA
Afterwards he lies back on the bed, and I daringly straddle his hips. His hands are tucked behind his head as he watches me. My swollen pussy is rubbing against his half firm cock. I roll my hips in tiny movements, wanting to see how quickly he will get hard again.
I’m irritated when his phone buzzes. He reaches for it, and instead of switching it off, he puts it against his ear. I pout and jokingly swat his muscular chest to show him that I think this is rude.
The phone fascinates me. It is made of clear crystal. Some of the colored glass gems inside it are glowing as he holds it against his ear. I’ve never seen anything like it before.
As he listens to whoever is on the other end speak, I continue to rub my bare pussy against his dick, intent on drawing his attention back to me. He lazily fingers one of my nipples as he listens.
“Sure, John,” he says. “We’re going to be busy with our own girl today anyway. But make sure you come around for lunch tomorrow. You can meet her.”
John.
I go still. I stare at him wide-eyed while he casually carries on his conversation. My heart is thrumming in my chest. I’m sitting naked on his lap while he is speaking to my dad on the phone!
It feels obscene.
I try to climb off Uncle Max, but he rolls over quickly, trapping me beneath his powerful weight.
My legs spread automatically to accommodate his hips. He grins as his rapidly hardening cock rubs against my sensitive flesh. He says goodbye to my dad and hangs up.
“Where were you trying to go, young lady?” he says teasingly, nuzzling my throat.
“Who was that?” I ask, my mouth dry. I hope he tells me it is some other John.
“My buddy. He’s one of my business partners. You kind of remind me of his daughter actually.”
My cheeks flush hot red at the same time as my blood runs cold. Or that what it feels like.
I push him away from me. He is so big that I could never hope to get him off me, but he seems to sense I mean it and he immediately rolls away.
“What is it?” he asks, looking a little confused.
And then he smiles. “If you’re worried that I want to share you with him, you can relax. There’s no way I want to share you with anybody else.”
My body tenses up. I drag a sheet up to cover myself and cross my arms over my chest. I am stunned at the thought of Uncle Max sharing a woman with dad.
“Have you shared other women with him?” I ask.
Uncle Max props himself up on his elbow beside me, so that he can gaze down at me. With one hand he strokes my waist through the thin sheet.
“Are you jealous?”
His hand moves down lower and starts rubbing me between my legs. The extra sensation of the sheet adds a delicious friction. I find myself unable to stop from spreading my legs a little to give him better access.
This feels delicious and illicit. It soon has me panting.
“Did you?” I insist, gasping the words out as his finger strokes over my clit.
He gives me a wicked smile, and then drives his fingers lower down and presses into me, sheets and all. He nibbles my nipple through the sheet, suckling it until the fabric is wet and I have started to wriggle against him.
“Sure,” he says. “We shared his wife a few times.”
“Oh God!”
My brain registers what he said, but his fingers are thrusting a little in out of me and my body is freaking out. I moan, half in dismay, half in lust
“No,” I gasp disbelievingly. “You both had sex with her? Together?”
It can’t be. Not my mom, who warned me against being loose. Not my dad, who was so angry when she left him for another man.
“Sweet baby,” he says, climbing on top of me and guiding his cock between my legs. Even through the sheet, it feels delicious when he presses it into my slit. “Yes, we fucked his wife.”
He thrusts into me partway, the sheet stopping him from getting in more than an inch. “We both fucked her together. “
He pulls out and thrusts again. “Are you jealous?”
Not jealous. Just… stunned. And yet even the shocking words he has just said don’t stop me from groaning at the sensations he is awakening in me.
He takes my hand and wraps my fingers around his steely cock. “They needed something to spice up their marriage. But there’s nothing for you to worry about, little love.”
He kisses me on the lips. “I never wanted her half as much as I want you.”
“Tell me it was a long time ago.”
“It was.”
Good, because I don’t want to think about that. I want to wipe that memory from his mind.
I wrap my fingers around his dick, wanting him to feel only me. Wanting to prove to him that no one could make him feel like I can, even though I know that probably isn’t true.
“And you don’t want her anymore?” I ask tremulously.
He nibbles on my lower lip. “I only have eyes for you. She is long gone.”
He puts his hand over mine and shows
me how he likes me to pump his cock.
“We couldn’t satisfy her taste for excitement. She ran off with a couple of vampires. Left my buddy, John, brokenhearted. Poor guy.”