Kinky Neighbors Two

by Jasmine Haynes

  Kinky Neighbors Two

  Cat and Logan’s Just Desserts

  Jasmine Haynes

  Copyright 2012 Jasmine Haynes

  Cover Design by Rae Monet Inc

  This is copyrighted material. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author. This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

  Author Note: this book contains explicit sexual material including mild MMF

  Summary

  Kinky Neighbors Two, the long-awaited short and sweet sequel!

  The Mitchells and the Harts, kinky next-door neighbors, a little wife-swapping and some very hot foursome sex. But things didn’t go quite as planned for these kinky neighbors...

  Now, in Kinky Neighbors Two, find out where these two naughty couples are now and what kinky adventures they’ve gotten themselves into. Will they all have a happy ending? Will they go back to the way things were? Is that even possible? Or will someone get their just desserts?

  The author highly recommends you read Kinky Neighbors first.

  Chapter One

  “Baby, this is going to be so good,” Cat purred in his ear as she knotted the rope around his wrist and tied his left hand to the bed post.

  Logan Hart had no doubt it would be good. She had him right where she liked him best, flat on his back, and he couldn’t wait for whatever sex game she had in mind. Cat was an extraordinary lover with a filthy mind. Nothing was taboo to her. He’d had her every way a man possibly could. And he’d let her do things to him that would have freaked out his ex-wife. Alexis wasn’t a prude, but until the foursome they’d started during their Tahoe vacation last year , she’d been pretty vanilla, her wild and crazy moments few and far between.

  To get to his other hand, Cat straddled his belly, the crotch of her panties caressing his cock. Gathering her gorgeous brunette hair to the back of her head, she wriggled on him. And smiled. “Baby, baby,” she cooed. “You’re already hard.” Moving to his side, she grabbed his right hand and looped a length of rope around it.

  “Hell, yeah,” he said. Naked, hard, and ready for anything. Cat wore a skimpy sundress, her perfect, large breasts straining the fabric, and panties, that was all. She’d been sunning in the backyard during the afternoon, and the late August rays had left her skin still warm to the touch. Summer in the San Francisco Bay Area had been a little cool this year, but Cat ran a few degrees hotter than most, in more ways than one.

  That heat was the reason for his divorce, and hers, both of which had become final six months ago. After they’d started the foursome/wife-swapping thing, he couldn’t get enough of Cat. Personally, he couldn’t really see the difference between fucking Cat in front of Alexis versus fucking her in the afternoon while Alexis was at work. How could that be betrayal? Yet both Alexis and Cat’s husband Drew had seen it differently. So now Logan was divorced and living with Cat. Ah, the changes a year wrought.

  Having secured his wrists, Cat crawled down to the end of the bed. She hiked her dress up over her firm ass, and he could see the dampness of her panties.

  “How about a little suck?” he cajoled. “I promise not to come.”

  From the bottom of the bed, where she was working on restraining his legs, Cat shot him a sultry look with those damn sexy brown eyes of hers, and shook her finger at him. “Uh-uh-uh. No samples. I want you harder and hotter than you’ve ever been.”

  They hadn’t had sex in three days. She hadn’t even let him whack off, insisting that she wanted him crazy with need for her little surprise.

  “I’m dying here.” Those three days had been a killer.

  She finished knotting the last rope, leaving him tied down and spread-eagled. Then she knelt between his legs. “Oh, look at you. That is sooooo sexy.” She stroked from the base of his balls all the way to the tip of his cock.

  Logan shivered. “You witch.”

  She laughed. Cat had a sexy, wicked laugh that never failed to make him hard.

  “Now for the crowning touch.” She hopped off the bed and rummaged in her bureau drawer. When she found what she was looking for, she held up the prize. A black blindfold she normally used for sleeping on long flights. “It’s going to be all sensory, just touch and sound, no sight.”

  “You’re evil.” He had to admit the idea had appeal. His cock stood straight. Climbing onto the bed once more, she pulled the blindfold’s elastic band over the back of his head and slid the padded material down over his eyes, patting the nosepiece into place. The fit was perfect; he couldn’t see a thing.

  She kissed him, a long, hungry melding of mouths and tongues. Her lips tasted of sweet berries. He loved it when she left smudges of shiny gloss on his cock.

  The ring of the doorbell echoed through the house.

  “It’s time.”

  The bed shifted as she climbed off. Her footsteps padded softly on the thick carpeting, then faded. She’d stripped off the thick comforter, and he lay on silk sheets, his head pillowed by goose down. Cat was all about the best of everything. She’d lit scented candles, and their spicy aroma filled the air. Voices drifted from the other end of the house, though he couldn’t make out any words.

  So, that was her surprise. A threesome. He hadn’t felt two mouths on his cock since Cat and Alexis sucked him during their foursome with Drew. Out of this world. His heart beat faster. And oddly, he thought of his ex-wife rather than Cat. Alexis had lost all inhibition during those few short weeks. She’d been amazing. Even when they were alone, their sex had been better than ever before. He would have been content to go on that way. Until she’d walked in on him with Cat.

  He’d been completely in lust with Cat back then. They’d even cooked up the idea of the foursome together, as a way of fucking without cheating, although Cat might have suggested it first. Whatever, he no longer remembered for sure. In hindsight, of course, he should never have agreed to screw outside the bounds of the foursome. That was his mistake. But when Cat had his cock in her hand, her lips only inches away, she got him to agree to anything. Now, a year later, he could admit he’d been hasty in walking out to be with her. Cat was wild, sexy, high energy. But Alexis had been good to come home to after a bad day. Cat was a lover. Alexis was a wife.

  But what was done was done. Since their respective divorces, he and Cat hadn’t talked about marriage. He was good with the way things were. He wasn’t ready to commingle assets again. Obviously she wasn’t either.

  “Honey, we’re ready for you,” Cat singsonged from the doorway. Then she giggled. He heard whispers. And he stopped thinking about Alexis.

  The bed dipped on either side of him. “This is Terry, and we’re going to make you feel so good.”

  And Logan let the sex take over, let Cat do what she did best, the dirty, nasty things he wanted from her, the things he’d divorced Alexis in order to have.

  Chapter Two

  Logan wriggled his wrists in the knots. “I want to touch you,” he said.

  On his right, Cat leaned down, her lips to his ear, her sweet, seductive scent weaving its sexual web around him. “Baby, baby, baby, it’ll be so much better if we tease you, stroke you, bring you to the edge, then pull you back.” She kissed him. “I don’t want you to jump the gun and try to fuck one of us before we’ve got you nice and crazy.”

  Then he felt warm breath on his chest. Moist lips closed around his left nipple. A tongue flicked him. Then teeth bit him lightly. Logan wanted t
o squirm. Cat had taught him how sensitive a man’s nipples could be. And obviously she’d told Terry. The other woman tweaked his right nipple hard.

  “Fuck,” he growled. This was going to be one hell of a ride.

  “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” Cat quipped. Somewhere along the way, she’d removed her dress and panties, and she stretched out beside him, rubbing her naked body against the length of his. She’d trimmed her pussy this morning, and the hair was soft. She’d been right about the blindfold. His senses kicked in, making everything more acute, the heat of her skin, the seductive perfume of her arousal, the feel of her smooth flesh along his. She devoured his mouth, stroking her tongue deep.

  God, he loved two women on him. It was more than double the pleasure. Rather than stretch out beside him the way Cat did, Terry hunched over him, sucking and pinching his nipples. She smelled like soap, clean, simple, no perfumes. Her hair was probably short, too, because he couldn’t feel it brush his chest as she leaned over. That’s something he loved about Cat, the silkiness of her long hair against his skin.

  Then finally a hand encircled his cock. Terry. Both of Cat’s hands were on his face, holding him for her kiss. Terry worked him, a slow glide up and down his shaft, then she reached down to work his balls. They were tight, hard, and she was good.

  Cat pulled back. “Let’s suck him,” she murmured.

  God, yes. Three days without a climax made him damn near crazy.

  She shimmied down his body, her ample breasts caressing him. His legs were spread wide, and she slipped between them. “I’ll show you how he likes it,” she told Terry.

  She sucked just the crown, her tongue in his slit. Then she licked around the ridge before sliding down on him, deep, deeper, all the way. He shoved his head back into the pillow and thrust his hips. Cat took everything. That’s what she did best, take from a man. Own him. Sometimes it bothered him. But other times, like now, he’d give her anything she wanted.

  “Fuck,” he said softly as she squeezed his balls.

  Just as he was about to come apart, she pulled back. “Here, you take him. Just like I did.”

  The softness of her flesh heated him, and her hair brushed his thighs as she lay between his legs. With Cat lightly stroking him as she held his cock aloft, Terry took him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip. Then she did this thing, a hard suction on his crown while she licked his slit. It damn near made his head explode.

  “Holy shit.” He wrapped both hands around the ropes binding him to the head of the bed, his body clenching with need. “Christ.”

  “You like that, baby?” Cat purred.

  He could only groan in answer.

  Then they were both on him. Two mouths sucking, two tongues licking. One of them sucked his scrotum into her mouth. Incredible. His legs began to shake, his arms, his whole damn body. One licked his shaft while the other sucked the head. Hands on his balls, fingers tracing the crack of his ass, then gently rimming him. Pushing deeper. Oh Christ. If his eyes hadn’t been covered, he’d have been blind with pleasure anyway. They knew how to push him to the edge, when to back off.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted as a finger penetrated him. He’d never been keen on that, but this, holy hell, it was like nothing he’d ever felt when combined with all those hands and mouths and tongues.

  “It’s so good, baby, isn’t it. You love it, don’t you?

  Cat was talking and stroking him, priming his balls, while Terry sucked and probed and found a perfect spot inside him. Or maybe it was Cat doing that. Fuck, he couldn’t tell, didn’t care.

  His body was a live wire, bucking uncontrollably. “I gotta come. Oh Jesus, I’m gonna come. Fuck, I’m coming.”

  But Cat—he knew her touch—fisted her hand around the base of his shaft, squeezing like a cock ring or a leather strap, and kept him from coming. It was mind-blowing, the need, the inability, the pleasure close to pain.

  “Please, fuck, please.” He never begged, but she had him begging. They had him begging.

  “Shall we let him come?” She chuckled softly. “He needs it so badly.”

  The finger in his ass drove him mad, and the mouth around his cock was exquisite torture.

  Then the warmth of Cat’s body was gone, and the other woman took her place, sprawling between his legs. “Make him come.” Cat’s fisted hand opened, and she reached down to cup his balls. “I want him to come in your mouth. I want you to swallow every drop of his jism.”

  He climaxed so hard, his head pounded with it. The spurt of his come seemed endless as Cat milked it from his balls. Terry’s tongue on him and her finger pressing his prostate kept him riding the hairy edge of pleasure and pain, on and on and on. He filled her mouth with buckets. She swallowed it all, sucked him, drawing more than he thought he could possibly have, even after three days without a climax. His body shuddered and quivered, and still Terry licked and laved and suckled.

  Maybe he passed out. He wasn’t sure. Voices. Murmurs. Cat, from far, far away. “Was that good, baby?”

  He wanted to say he’d never felt anything like it, better than he’d ever had in his life, but he didn’t think he could make his lips move.

  “I knew you’d love it. I knew I could make it better than when Alexis and I did it.”

  Maybe he had spoken. Hard to tell. He wanted to drift. His ears were ringing, and his skin tingled, like his limbs had fallen asleep and everything was coming back to life.

  “I’m always trying to surpass myself,” she said. There might have been a taste of smugness in it. “I want to fuck you, baby.”

  He didn’t have the strength. “In a little while,” he mumbled. Yeah, he felt his lips moving, but the rest of body was still tingling

  Cat pressed close, put her mouth to his, and kissed him sweetly. “Did you really love it, baby? Was it the best ever?”

  Maybe he’d pay the price later—women liked to throw stuff back in your face—but he didn’t lie. “It was the fucking best, baby. She was so fucking good.”

  Cat kissed him hard while Terry, between his legs, started sucking again, long, hard pulls that had his cock rising.

  “Christ, I want to watch the two of you fuck me, baby, please, let me see.” He didn’t care about begging.

  Cat laughed. “Oh yeah. You can watch. I knew you’d love it. I knew you’d want it again. It was so hot watching you, baby.” She reached behind his head and pulled the elastic, then tossed the blindfold across the room.

  Logan looked down the length of his body, met the gaze, and studied the face, the short, dark hair, the hand wrapped around his cock. For a moment, he wasn’t exactly sure what he was seeing. The flesh pressed against his legs was rough, prickly. Hairy.

  Then his blood froze. “What the fuck?”

  The lips locked around his hard cock, the mouth that had sucked him dry, the finger that had taken his ass, all belonged to a man.

  Chapter Three

  “I’ll let you pay for dinner and drinks,” Drew said.

  The table was littered with four empty margarita glasses, two half-full ones, and several baskets that had contained soft tacos and quesadillas.

  Alexis laughed. “You’re such a cheap date.” The bill was less than fifteen dollars, but she definitely felt a little tipsy after two and a half margaritas. And it wasn’t even five o’clock yet.

  The evening was early and the South Lake Tahoe casino wasn’t particularly crowded. The bells and whistles of the slot machines rang out, and the whoops and hollers of the winners penetrated to their secluded booth at the rear of the restaurant.

  “Let’s gamble,” she said. “I feel like a winner tonight.”

  Drew reached for her hand. “It’s your wedding night. Wouldn’t you rather be doing something else?” he stressed. Then he kissed the finger on which he’d placed the gold band just three hours ago.

  Alexis shivered. He was so sexy in his black suit, red tie, and white dress shirt. Even at forty-five, there was little gray in his thick
brown hair, and just one look from those chocolate eyes of his made her blood heat. Her husband. She was now Mrs. Mitchell. It was enough to make her heart beat faster.

  Let’s drive to Tahoe and get married. That was yesterday morning, and Drew’s proposal had come completely out of the blue. She’d almost cried. A month after their respective divorces were final, Drew had given up his apartment and moved into her condo. They’d only been living together five months, yet the marriage proposal hadn’t seemed rushed. The moment he made it, she’d known it was right.

  Drew would have hopped in the car right then, but she’d wanted to buy a dress. She wanted everything to be new and had taken the afternoon off for a very fruitful shopping expedition. This morning they’d risen early and were on the road by six thirty. They’d been married at one o’clock by a judge over in the Nevada county courthouse. Drew even had a ring for her. He’d obviously been planning.

  God, she loved him. The last year had been hard, but he was worth every bit of the pain they’d gone through.

  Drew raised his margarita and motioned for her to do likewise. “Here’s to coming full circle,” he said softly, his eyes dark with meaning. He’d told her he’d chosen Tahoe specifically, not just for the convenience of a quickie marriage, but because it was where their foursome had started, the beginning of the end, and the start of the new beginning. Their beginning.

  “To coming full circle,” she agreed.

  Beneath the table, he pulled her leg over his. “Now, about the gambling, we can do that anytime.” He trailed his fingers up her thigh beneath the hem of the cream-colored dress in which she’d been married.

  “We’re in public, Mr. Mitchell,” she admonished, but her voice came out slightly breathless and seductive.

  His eyes glittered. “No one’s watching.” He traced little circles, moving higher to the bare skin above her stocking. “I love the thigh-highs, Mrs. Mitchell.”