The Mount Series Boxset

by K D Grace

  ‘You going like that?’ Alex nodded to Edward’s bare torso and feet.

  ‘She’s come to me in less. What does it matter?’

  Alex shrugged. ‘Suit yourself.’ He plopped down on the sofa and began to channel surf.

  Edward took a deep breath and pulled the door shut behind him. Best get it over with. Putting it off only made matters worse.

  He was surprised when Vivienne answered the door herself dressed in an ice-blue kimono he’d given her as a birthday present. Judging from the exaggerated hourglass shape of her, she was wearing a corset beneath. She loved corsets, and she wore them well. She wore everything well. The flat was quiet, other than soft jazz playing in the background. She knew he liked jazz.

  ‘Where’s Lorelei?’ he asked.

  ‘Business. Diego from the Argentine House.’ She handed him a glass of fizz, Moet et Chandon, he noticed. ‘Lorelei has a good rapport with Diego, and they enjoy each other’s company. She sipped delicately and released a deep sigh. ‘You’ve seen Morgan?’

  He nodded.

  ‘I wasn’t told about his little task for your girl.’

  ‘You know Morgan, always the spontaneous free spirit,’ Edward lied. The truth was no one wanted to risk another sabotage attempt by Vivienne.

  She forced a laugh. ‘His enthusiasm is practically contagious. Whatever your little darling did, I think we can safely say Morgan was impressed. I thought he was going to shoot his wad just telling me about her.’

  ‘Can we talk about something else?’

  ‘He said she wore the suit well.’

  ‘Please.’ He tossed back the champagne as though it were cheap ale.

  She moved close to him and ran fingernails the colour of the inside of a seashell down over his chest, bringing them to rest just below his navel. ‘You wish it had been you, don’t you?’

  He set the champagne flute down on the end table. ‘Please, Vivienne, do we have to do this again?’

  She leaned in and kissed the hard muscles of his pecs, her hair falling against the rise of his nipples. He caught his breath as she slipped her fingers down beneath the waistband of his jeans, a tight squeeze, since his penis was still at half mast. ‘I thought you might be needing a little help with this tonight,’ she breathed.

  Hers was not the help he wanted. But, damn it, he was horny and frustrated and Vivienne was willing, and she was a good lover when she didn’t have an agenda. It was the agenda part that worried him.

  Slowly, with endless fascination, she undid his fly, then chuckled softly. ‘What’s this? No underpants? Aren’t you the cheeky boy?’ She teased the head of his penis until it jutted up against his belly, then she bent and kissed just the tip, flicking her tongue over it as though she were tasting a new flavour of ice cream.

  The muscles low in his stomach contracted like he’d been punched. Interesting that the response was the same, pleasure or trauma. He just had time to caress her hair before she pulled away. Holding his gaze, she slowly, deliberately untied the sash of the robe, unwrapping herself as though she were a work of art, and so she was. In the beginning he had wanted her like he had never wanted anything. She had been his wildest obsession, and his most costly. Even after what she had done to him, it was a long time before he was out from under her spell. And now that he was, well sometimes that was almost worse.

  She looked virginal in the white corset, like an innocent laced tightly in silk and ribbon for her own protection, but she was never the one who needed protecting. Her breasts mounded above the tight lacings like apples overflowing a basket, and they evoked a similar desire to taste.

  She turned her back to him, offering the view of her perfect bottom, peeking from beneath ribbons and lace, her legs parted just enough to intimate what was to come. ‘Unlace me, Edward. Be a dear.’

  He moved behind her, so close that in its present state, his cock could almost reach out and touch her. As his hands came to rest on her back just above the swell of her bottom, she sighed a little whimper of a sigh and shifted her hips back toward him. He undid the knot and, with well-practised hands, undid the lacings until at last the corset parted, yielding grudgingly to expose the exquisite narrowing of her waist. Everything about her was exquisite, he thought, as he let his finger trace a path down her spine until his hand came to rest just above the crevice of her pillowed bottom. How could it have taken him so long to see the flaws beneath?

  Unaware of his machinations, she turned and knelt in front of him, looking up from under long lashes, a gaze of adoring innocence perfected. Then she slid his jeans down just enough to take the length of him into her mouth.

  He struggled to relax into the pleasure of it, to think only about how much he needed to come, to think only about how erotic their situation was. But he knew Vivienne too well. No gift was ever freely given.

  Just when he had almost forgotten the niggle, just when he was almost able to give in, she stood and took his hand. ‘Come to bed with me, Edward. It’s been a long time since I’ve made love to you.’

  ‘It’s been a long time since you’ve wanted to.’ The minute he’d said it, he knew he shouldn’t have.

  Her grip on his hand tightened and the soft laugh at the back of her throat sounded slightly predatory. ‘Consider it a sympathy fuck, then, if you like.’

  By the time they had reached the bed, the patina of adoring innocence was gone. She pushed him back on to the satin duvet, tugged his jeans down and bit him just barely above his penis. ‘Ouch! Vivienne that hurt.’ Another mistake, letting her know, especially since the surging of his cock clearly indicated the pain was anything but intolerable.

  She grabbed him by the hair, pulling his face only inches from the bow of her mouth, now contorted into a snarl that would have made a lesser woman look ugly. ‘What? Doesn’t she hurt you enough, Edward? What’s the matter, are you getting soft on me?’ With a quick shift of her hips, and a devastating downward thrust, she slipped onto his cock, then gave a little sigh. ‘Oooh, not soft at all.’ Her grip was tight and angry, and he couldn’t help thinking of Rita in chains, her delicious girlie grip milking the dildo and the butt plug until she came. My God, to have her do that to him. Jesus, there must be nothing sweeter on earth.

  And suddenly he scooped Vivienne in his arms and rolled on top of her, then he thrust so hard that she yelped, and there was just enough pain in the yelp to encourage him. He bent and bit each of her nipples in turn, and she squealed, wrapping her legs around him, digging her nails into his back, making him flinch, making his balls feel like they would surely burst. That must have been what Morgan felt like when he saw Rita coming and coming, endlessly coming.

  Vivienne bucked and dug her heels into his back as her first orgasm hit, and her pulsing grip only made him pump harder, feeling the weight of his own need like a boulder around his waist. Morgan had emptied such a load into Rita. Such a load. Watching the DVD, Edward had thought the man would never stop coming.

  ‘That’s it, fuck me hard, you cunt-licking bastard.’ Vivienne’s dirty talk barely registered in the back of his mind. There was no room for it next to the picture of Rita chained to the Hog, the picture that now filled his head, and his balls. Rita in chains, Rita in leather, Rita riding the Hog, her slippery pussy sliding over the hard leather saddle. The fullness in his balls was unbearable, his penis felt like it had a mind of its own, wanting nothing but relief, surrogate relief if necessary. But he knew any sort of relief would only be temporary until he could have what he wanted. ‘Oh God,’ he gasped.

  ‘That’s it, you fucking bastard, jizz my cunt.’ Vivienne tightened her grip and thrust harder, but he had forgotten himself, and the circumstances no longer mattered in his desperate state.

  His mind was no longer capable of caution, and his body less so. As her second orgasm broke over her, he came. ‘Oh God, Rita, I’m coming.’ Too late he realised his slip.

  Vivienne growled like an angry lioness and shoved him so hard he fell off the bed, ejaculating long a
rching spurts of semen onto the white carpet. ‘Get out,’ she bellowed. ‘Now!’ She kicked at him, but he was too fast for her, and amazingly agile considering the uncomfortable situation he found himself in.

  He stood and stumbled before realizing his jeans were still around his ankles. Convenient for a quick escape, he thought. As he yanked them up and slipped hurriedly out the door, he reminded himself that there was no quick escape. He’d pay dearly for such a slip.

  Inside his flat he found Alex stroking a boner in empathy with Morgan, who was doing the same on the DVD. When he saw Edward, he fumbled for the remote. ‘Sorry, mate. Didn’t expect you back for a while.’

  ‘It’s all right.’ Edward plopped down on the couch next to Alex, the sight of Rita writhing making him hard again. ‘She wouldn’t mind. In fact it would turn her on the two of us having a wank watching her and Morgan have a wank.’ And suddenly his mood lightened. As he watched Morgan climb on the Harley and remove the dildo from Rita’s pussy, he was reminded there might yet be an escape for him.

  Alex glanced over at him. ‘You look worse for the wear. Things didn’t go well with Vivienne?’ he resumed the leisurely stroking of his cock.

  ‘Do they ever?’

  For a long moment, the two sat in silence, watching the sexy drama unfolding on the DVD. ‘God, she’s amazing.’ Alex’s voice was breathless as Rita invited Morgan for a ride.

  A glance at the dancer’s erection made Edward chuckle.

  ‘What?’ Alex looked down at his cock. ‘What’s so funny.’

  ‘It turns her on.’

  Alex smiled and gave his cock an affectionate stroke. ‘Glad to hear she likes it.’

  ‘No, I mean yes, she likes your cock, but the thought of the two of us fucking turns her on.’

  Alex chuckled softly, his attention back on the DVD. ‘You told her about that?’

  ‘I did, and it made her really hot.’

  In an effort to release his balls from the restraint of his trousers, Alex shifted on the sofa, then he stopped mid grope. ‘I have a brilliant idea. Course it would get you into more trouble with Vivienne, which I doubt you need right now.’ His face broke into a broad smile. ‘But only if she finds out.’ He nodded to the view of Morgan’s straining backside as he pistoned Rita’s snatch. ‘It’s hardly fair you get to watch her, but she doesn’t get to watch you. Don’t you agree?’

  Edward’s pulse went into overdrive. His balls ached at the very thought. He’d had more than a few fantasies about Rita watching the two of them, then joining in the fun.

  Alex had already flipped the remote control, and the light on the camera, positioned to take in any interesting activity on the sofa, blinked. ‘Quick, put this on.’ He practically threw Edward’s mask at him from where he had tossed it on the coffee table after his return from Leo’s. Once it was on, it was Alex’s turn to chuckle. He nodded at the mask. ‘Can you suck cock in that?’

  ‘You’d be amazed at what I can do in this.’ As if to demonstrate, Edward pulled Alex into his arms and took his mouth in a rapacious kiss. It was a relief to have sex with no agenda. He and Alex didn’t have sex often. When they did it was always spontaneous and always free of ulterior motives. When Edward pulled away Alex bit his lip playfully. ‘Do you kiss Rita like that? Come on, don’t be shy. Show me how you’d kiss Rita, and when she watches, she’ll know you were thinking about her mouth.’

  Alex was as good at acting as he was at dancing. This time when Edward kissed him, his mouth suddenly felt softer, more feminine. Edward had to open his eyes to make sure he was still kissing Alex.

  But Alex didn’t give him much time to dwell on his acting skills, he was already helping Edward out of his jeans, which was not too difficult since he’d returned from Vivienne’s still too hard to manage the fly. Finding Alex having a wank hadn’t lessened the load. The dancer tugged and manoeuvred until Edward sat bare-arsed on the sofa, his hips thrust forward, his erection standing to attention. Alex sighed. ‘Bet I know what else you like to do to her mouth.’

  As he began to tease the end of Edward’s cock with the tip of his tongue and the round O of his mouth, Edward thought of Rita naked except for Leo’s leash. He thought of her sniffing and nuzzling and sucking his cock while Leo mounted her from behind. So much like a wild thing, he thought. He curled his fingers in Alex’s hair and pulled his face down until he felt full contact of strong, determined lips and a deliciously deep throat, room for him to thrust unhindered. And he did, making no attempts to stifle his groans of pleasure.

  Dancer coordination served him well as Alex kept the perfect rhythm to his thrusts while at the same time stripping off until he too was completely naked, his thick cock bouncing against his thigh each time Edward thrust into his mouth. Edward ran a hand along the dancer’s flank until he could cup and knead his arse cheek. Then he slid his curled fingers into Alex’s crevice and fondled the twitch of his anus.

  But instead of lingering to enjoy Edward’s caresses, Alex rose up and pushed Edward back on the sofa until he was lying down, then he reverse-straddled his face and lowered his bottom close to Edward’s mouth. When he was satisfied the position worked for both of them, he leaned forward and continued deep throating Edward’s heavy cock, occasionally running a muscular tongue over his balls.

  The sight of Alex’s tight bottom clenching and unclenching just above his face combined with the yeasty tang of male sweat made Edward’s mouth water. He pulled him down close and raked his tongue over Alex’s anus until it glistened with a fine sheen of his saliva. Then he thrust with his tongue, knowing by Alex’s muffled moans that he was appreciating the efforts. Finally he pulled the dancer back so he could nibble and lick his smoothly shaved balls and reciprocate with a good deep throating while he scissored two fingers into Alex’s wet pucker. By that time they were both in danger of propelling themselves off of the sofa in their thrustings. At last Alex pulled away and gasped. ‘Fuck me, Edward. I need you to fuck me now.’

  As they scrambled to reposition, Alex pushed onto the sofa and manoeuvred his way beneath Edward. ‘I want to see your face,’ he spoke between laboured breaths. Then he lifted his legs onto Edward’s shoulders and wriggled his hands down to spread his buttocks, exposing his dark, deep hole. It was an invitation Edward did not resist. His penis was still slippery from Alex’s mouth, and the tight pucker of the dancer’s anus yielded as he thrust upward until he was fully impaled with his bottom high in the air. Edward rose onto his knees for better positioning, then braced one foot on the floor next to the sofa.

  Sandwiched between them, intriguingly close to his own mouth, Alex’s enormous erection bounced wildly with each thrust. With his arms raised over his head, he braced himself against the sofa and thrust back with a force that threatened to catapult Edward over the coffee table.

  The camera recorded every move as the two men humped and shoved their way toward ejaculation. Edward thought of how Rita would play with herself when she received the DVD. He could imagine her pulling aside her panties and thrusting against a large dildo, harder and harder as the DVD progressed, hard enough to make her breasts bounce, hard enough to make the sofa creak with her humping and thrusting. And he came, grunting and hammering into Alex, feeling like his balls would explode with his release. He could tell by the way Alex tensed and held his breath that he was about to come as well. Quickly, he pulled out. ‘I owe you, Alex.’ He barely got Alex’s cock into his mouth as the first eruption of semen hit the back of his throat and Alex thrashed out his own load.

  It seemed ages before they collapsed back onto the sofa. Edward wiped his mouth, then wriggled and shoved his way closer to his friend, who pulled him into a tight embrace knocking the mask askew. It didn’t matter. Edward’s back was to the camera.

  ‘You think Rita will like it?’ Alex asked when at last they could both breathe again.

  ‘I hope she does,’ came Edward’s breathless reply. ‘She said it would turn her on, and since I can’t … since we can’t …’


  ‘Don’t sweat it, mate.’ Alex pulled Edward closer and stroked his back. ‘You’ll be with her soon enough, and you can tell her how you feel.’ He fumbled with the remote control of the camera. ‘Though I can’t imagine that she doesn’t already know how much you –’

  Chapter Fifteen

  ‘Give me that.’ Rita grabbed the remote away from Kate and fumbled to switch off the DVD.

  Kate folded her arms across her chest and held Rita’s gaze. ‘You should have told me we were going to watch a film. I’d have brought popcorn.’

  ‘Can’t you ever just leave things alone? I told you I’d be right back.’ She held up the carrier bag with the bottle of malbec she had just slipped out to the corner store for. When she left, Kate had been on the phone with one of her students.

  For a long moment the two glared at each other in the dim evening light of the lounge. Then Kate released a long sigh. ‘So are you gonna fill me in, because I’m getting tired of your rubbish.’

  Rita sat down cautiously on the couch next to her friend. ‘I’d rather not.’

  ‘Bloody hell, Rita, I’m your best friend, or at least I thought I was, then you go off to The Mount for a date with Mr Shag-me-in-the-dark and suddenly you’re like a stranger. Are you trying to push me away? Is that it?’

  ‘No! Of course not.’ Rita buried her face in her hands and shook her head. ‘God, Kate, I’m sorry. It’s just that nothing like this ever happens to me. My life’s boring, and then all of a sudden I’m in the middle of it and it’s getting deeper. I hardly know where to begin.’

  ‘At the beginning maybe?’ Kate nodded to the television. ‘And it better include an explanation of that hot DVD custom made for you, unless I’m totally daft.’

  Rita suddenly felt desperate to tell someone about what was happening to her. And here was her opportunity in the form of exactly the person she wanted to talk to, the person she talked to about anything and everything before Edward and The Mount. She blinked hard, surprised to find she was fighting back tears. ‘If I tell you, you’ve gotta swear on your life that you won’t tell anyone. Not anyone. I mean it.’