His breath caught as he started to loosen the sash. His knuckles skimmed across the interior lining as he opened the front. Pushing the material over her shoulders, he stepped back and looked down at her breasts. “There,” he said, satisfied. “That’s much better.”
Exposed, the cool, air-conditioned room made her shiver as her bare flesh became visible for all to see. Her nipples hardened as if his fingers had raked over them.
Rubbing his lips together, he touched her, pinching her nipples, rolling them between forefingers and thumbs. She moaned as the exquisite sensations washed over her. Between her legs, desire pooled at her pussy lips as her cunt clenched, the need building faster, rapidly sensitizing every nerve ending as she awaited the next touch, another caress.
“I’ve never seen a woman respond any quicker,” Houston whispered, staring down at his handiwork.
If he wanted a more intense reaction, he should’ve dipped his fingers between her folds. She was damp, hot, and quite anxious to show them how willing she was to please them.
She cupped her breasts, hoping Houston would lower those delectable lips to her chest. Instead, his upper lip curled. “Are you looking for punishment?”
“She likes spankings,” Royce informed him, standing nearby.
“Is that what you want, Lynlee?” Houston asked, the blue in his eyes overshadowing the green.
Lynlee’s mouth went dry. Quite intimidating in his own right, Houston’s solemn expression often set her back. She never knew what he was thinking.
Back in the early days when the McCains frequented the Carolina equestrian circuit, they were referred to as a pack of pretty boys. Houston, however, was dubbed the ultimate prize. Grown women wanted to fuck him. Their husbands wanted to slug him. And the teenage girls followed him around begging him to take their virginity, whether they still had it or not.
Lynlee smiled at that, remembering the way he used to handle the attention. “Something funny?” Houston asked, moistening his full mouth once again. With a heart shape to his upper lip, Houston looked like he wore a permanent grin, but Lynlee had witnessed his darker days, the past Houston desperately tried to hide.
With fiery tempers, he and Casey, his father, rarely saw eye to eye. When they fought, Houston’s rage was unmanageable and understandably so. From the time he was a little tike, his father had made fun of him, often referring to him as a momma’s boy.
“I think you’re cute,” she said. “That’s all.”
“Cute, huh?” he asked, his jaw twitching. He cupped her pussy and she jerked as his hand slid under her. “By the time we’re through with you, Lynlee, ‘cute’ won’t be the first word that comes to mind.”
Aware of the heat he stirred inside her, she scooted her hips forward, trying to coax him, eager for a finger, or something much, much sweeter. Instead, he patted her bare pussy and walked away, joining Lantry and Blaine on the bed.
Left to sit there alone, Lynlee became uncomfortable when no one approached her. No one told her what to do or what to expect. Not one to sit around and wait, Lynlee spread her legs and dipped her fingers lower, testing the waters before she plunged straight ahead and played alone.
Swirling three digits around her opening, Lynlee watched a spark of interest shine in their eyes. She pushed her middle finger between her folds and jerked. “Mmm,” she hummed, adding another one. “I’m so wet.”
She teased them as she spread her legs wider, more interested in taunting them than actually pleasuring herself. Then again, she was lust-ridden, ready for anything, even if it meant fucking herself for her small audience.
“That’s not a very good idea,” Austin warned her, rolling his tongue over his bottom lip. “If you want to finger yourself, Lynlee, you’ll ask for permission.”
“I’ll ask for what?” she screeched, snapping her legs closed.
Lantry snickered. “Don’t any of you say I didn’t warn you.”
“Blaine?”
He stood. “Yes, doll?”
Oh she planned to make him pay for this later. He was taunting her. There was a hint of mockery in his tone. His expression was full of mischief. This was the Blaine that always appealed to her and also the man who was quite capable of driving her wild.
“We talked about this. I’m not calling anyone Master.”
Rhett sniffed, fighting off a smile. “Blaine, did you tell Lynlee she’d have to call you Master?”
“Hell no,” he retorted, glancing at Dallas. “She thought Dallas might require it.”
“If I do, then that’s something I’ll discuss with my sub.”
She released a sigh of relief. She wasn’t anxious to be called anyone’s sub either, but she’d heard the stories about Dallas and his preferences. He’d been a true dominant, a force to be reckoned with when he was in the lifestyle, and he called his woman, girlfriend, or whatever she had been—a slave.
Detecting a hint of mockery in his voice, Dallas must’ve realized that crap wouldn’t work with her. Clearing her throat, Lynlee said, “Let’s get one thing straight. I don’t mind to role-play a bit but I don’t want anyone to call me their slave or sub.”
Dallas looked at Austin. “Did you hear something?”
“Nope,” Austin replied. “Not a word.”
Lynlee slid away from the counter. “Okay, look, I will not play this game if I’m ignored.”
Dallas grabbed her by the wrist and tugged her forward. She landed against his rock-hard chest and looked up to find dark, hooded eyes. “Tell you what. We’ll work out the details of our relationship as we go along. How about we take this day by day?”
Hot vibrations shot through her channel. The rasp in his voice lured her lust. “I can deal with that.”
“Good,” Dallas said, a tight grin claiming his lips. “On your knees, sub. If you don’t want to be called a submissive or a slave tonight, then you’ll earn that right.” He dropped his towel and she found herself eye-level to his thick cock.
She should’ve been scared. Instead, she discovered, she was famished. And she knew precisely where—and how—she’d get her first fill.
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Dallas motioned for Austin and Houston. They surrounded Lynlee the moment she dropped to her knees. He was the only one without his towel, but the others wouldn’t tarry long.
Austin clutched a tube of lube in his right hand. Houston tossed a purple and pink container to the floor along with a paddle.
Lynlee’s eyes widened when she saw the long, wooden object. “Lantry? Are you really going to sit there and act like this is okay?”
“Lynlee,” Dallas began in a slow, even tone, “if there’s something you don’t want or something you feel uncomfortable about, you can tell me.”
“I don’t have a safe word.”
“You don’t need one here,” Dallas said, wishing she did. “We’ve all discussed this. We’re role-playing, nothing else. Everything we do will be for your ultimate pleasure.”
“Then why do you want me to give you head before you decide whether or not I should be called a sub or slave?”
Dallas grinned. She was such a precious little thing. Unlike the women he’d taken to bed before, Lynlee possessed a true innocent quality, something a woman couldn’t fake, particularly when she found herself in bed with multiple partners. “Like I said, everything we do is for your pleasure.” A beat or two later, he added, “Fact is, Lynlee, you like the idea of being called a sub or a slave.”
“No I don’t.”
His cock twitched as she eyed his length. He’d already heard what she could do with that mouth of hers. His balls burned as he anticipated the blow job she’d give him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been hard enough to come before the first suck, blow, or swallow. But he was pretty darn close right then.
Austin chuckled. “I think she enjoys the titles, too.”
“Definitely,” Dallas said, hoping more than anything else. “Her nipples get as hard as little diamonds whenever I mention a l
ifestyle word or phrase. The mere suggestion of a safe word and she squeezed her legs together. What’s wrong, Lynlee, are you wet?”
“Yes.”
“Hot?”
“Yes.”
“Can’t wait to be fucked?”
“Yes!” she screamed out.
His tongue held in the corner of his mouth as he watched Lynlee inch a little closer to his cock. “Go ahead, darlin’. Take me in your mouth and make me believe you don’t want to submit to me.”
Her mouth encircled his cock and he moaned as soon as she took him to her throat. “That’s it. That’s exactly what I thought. See, I know what you want, little lady. And I’m fully prepared to give it to you, inch by inch.”
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Lynlee wouldn’t have described the start of this exploit as romantic. Even though candles were lit around her room, and rose petals were on the bed, something was missing. Perhaps it was unrealistic to think everything would be perfect for their first universal joining. Then again, as she searched the faces of the men staring back at her she had to wonder—what more could a woman ask for?
She wrapped her hand around Dallas’s shaft, pumping him up and down. Her mouth dropped to the crest, and she suckled the top, taking the first salty lick of his excitement.
Flattening her tongue against the slit, she took her time seducing him, dragging her tongue across his opening until she forced him to use her shoulders for balance. “That’s it,” he crooned. “Good God, woman, where’d you learn to use your tongue?”
Lynlee opened her mouth wider, taking him to her throat and closing tightly around him. She sucked his dick as deliberately as she’d teased him to start, looping her tongue around his shape, mumbling her appreciation as she worked for a stout taste of his release.
Behind her, Austin and Houston shifted. Dallas knelt in front of her and she took a crawler’s position. Her knees mashed to the rug and her palms flattened against the floor. Dallas guided her, helping her keep a good angle as she sucked him.
Austin showed her the paddle. Before she protested or even had a chance to ask questions, he gave her a true erotic whipping, spanking her until tears streamed down her cheeks. The burn was exquisite, a degree hotter than a palm-to-ass strike. This type of foreplay would undoubtedly lead to the best of times.
Again, Austin struck. The sudden pop left her with a jolt of satisfaction as desire zipped through her body.
Her bottom was an inferno, her pussy an oven. She knew desire on a personal level and the intimacy she needed turned into an outright craving.
“It’s all right, sweetheart,” Dallas reassured her, cupping her cheek. “That’s it, baby girl. Keep your mouth on me. Hmmm…those vibrations feel so good, Lynlee.”
She could only imagine. Austin swatted her again and she stifled a cry, but a throaty growl spilled from her lips as she kissed Dallas’s dick, licking his length. This time, Dallas’s legs jerked. His hips gave way and he changed positions.
Again, the wood met her flesh. Lynlee threw her head back but Dallas caught her by the nape, forcing her over his cock once more, guiding her as she consumed his length. “Don’t stop now, sugar. I’m almost there.”
He was almost there and she was ready to finger her wet cunt until she came, too, recognizing no one would penetrate her until they’d satisfied their need for a show.
The spankings continued. Her ass burned. Her pussy sizzled. She longed for something to soothe the chapped skin, but more than salve or cream, she also desired something far more fulfilling.
Lynlee needed someone to love her. She needed all of them to caress and stroke her. Oh sweet hell, she couldn’t wait for them to fuck her.
Chapter Five
Austin watched the way Lynlee sucked Dallas’s cock. His prick strained against the soft cotton towel as he spread Lynlee’s hips, exposing her ass completely for their viewing.
Houston lubricated a small butt plug attached to an adjustable ring and slid it over his middle finger. Kneeling behind her, he toyed with her opening, rubbing the small end around her hole as he gripped her hip.
Lynlee didn’t jerk when he slid the tip inside. Austin cleared his throat. “What do ya know? Looks like Lynlee is used to something a little larger.”
“Ya think?” Royce asked, coming closer for a better view. He held a bottle of salve, a soothing cream he immediately rubbed on her cheeks.
“Thank you,” she said, trembling as Royce pampered her.
“Don’t I take care of you?” Royce asked.
She batted her eyelashes, returning to the task of drawing Dallas’s cock between her lips. She went at him like she was born to please, destined to serve a man from bended knees.
“Suck harder,” Dallas instructed her. “Swallow me, sweet Lynlee.”
Good God, Austin was hard just watching her. He shoved his hand under the parted towel, tugging his length as he observed.
Lynlee’s mouth opened wider, and she took a firm grip on Dallas’s dick, drawing him in and out of her hot little trap. She whipped her tongue around his size, luring him to the back of her throat as she lapped the end before pulling him between her cheeks once again.
Houston pinched her bottom. Rubbernecking a bit, he eyed the opening where the toy disappeared. His finger clearly twitched as he wiggled the pleasure piece higher, pushed the device deeper.
At the same time, Dallas’s stance changed. He grabbed hold of her ears and fucked the little vixen’s mouth, hard at work for the release he was overdue, the one he probably well deserved after taking a vow of celibacy, an oath he promised he’d never break until Lynlee welcomed him into her bed.
Houston took a ragged breath. He withdrew the finger plug and studied something larger. Austin nodded. “You read my mind.”
Handing over a gadget Lynlee would definitely appreciate, Austin turned to the others, spectators by choice, at least for the moment. He waved the vibrator in the air, noticing when Lynlee turned her cheek, nuzzling Dallas’s cock as Austin showed off what she could expect next.
Dallas grabbed her by the hair, averting her attention away from the vibrating shaft she’d soon enjoy. “You’re not done here, baby girl.”
The slurping sounds began again. This time, there was no doubt in Austin’s mind. Lynlee planned to finish him. She wanted Dallas sated, and she most definitely knew what to do in order to see him all the way through to the end.
Rolling her hips toward them, she shifted quickly, positioning her ass higher than before. Houston smacked her rosy cheeks. Dallas’s pace quickened. He held onto her shoulders and fucked her moist lips, that pretty mouth so well trained and eager to please.
Houston flashed Lantry a devilish grin as Austin relinquished the sleek, pink anal vibrator. The well-lubricated toy was only about four inches long and an inch or so in diameter, but the device would do the trick.
Houston probed her hole with the tip, slipping the end just inside the tight outer ring. She grunted as he pushed the power button, but her body accepted the impalement.
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, losing Dallas when she cried out. Taking her time now, she slipped her tongue over his slit, putting on a show guaranteed to make Austin and the rest of them green with envy.
Dallas patted her head, deserted her quickly, and moved to her rear where Houston stepped out of his way. Seizing the opportunity to take his brother’s place, Houston lost his towel and pressed his cock to Lynlee’s mouth, dragging his tip straight across the swell of her bottom lip. “I’ve been waiting for this since we started living together.”
Lynlee curled her tongue around his mushroom head and said, “Naughty things come to those who wait.”
“I hope so,” Lantry said from the bed. “I’ve never thought of sex as a spectator’s sport and I’ve got something over here that needs a little attention, too.”
A group chuckle followed but Lynlee remained committed to her cause. Her enticing tongue slid down to Houston’s balls. She laved his sac, suckling one engorged
marble and then the other, fingering whichever ball she didn’t hold in her mouth.
The ass-probing continued as they prepared and stretched her. Finally, Lynlee had enough. She dropped her head back over her shoulders and groveled. “Please! I can’t take this…it’s too…”
She couldn’t finish or apparently find the words to describe the exquisite way the toy prepared her. Every nerve ending should’ve exploded as she rode out and endured the added vibrations. The button was pressed again and what started out as a slow caress zipped right into a new speed guaranteed to bring about some kind of reaction.
Her hips gyrated. Her body trembled. She threw herself into the act of undulating under the pressure.
Dallas smacked her bottom. “Wait, vixen. It’s only fair play when everyone finishes together.”
She bucked against him and Dallas shoved the toy higher inside her channel, only he didn’t leave anything to chance. He withdrew the quivering bullet, pulling the plug completely away from her ass before inserting the tapered shaft inside her hole once more. Austin watched the small circle pucker as Dallas tucked the vibrator out of sight.
“Please,” Lynlee begged. “I’m going crazy here. You have no idea what this is doing to me.”
“Tell them,” Blaine coaxed her, losing his towel and standing next to Lynlee and Houston. “Tell them what you need, sugar.”
Blaine pampered her as she gave Houston head. In that moment Austin saw for himself the kind of love and admiration Blaine and Lynlee mutually shared.
With Houston’s cock in her cheek, she locked gazes with Blaine. She mumbled as she consumed Houston’s dick, speaking a language no one would understand unless they translated the unspoken requests between dedicated lovers, obvious sweethearts, and committed partners to the bittersweet finish, a satisfying end none of them would ever forget.
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