Queen of Hearts

by Kirsten McCurran

  “Uh, yeah, man. Just so you know, I wasn’t pressing anything.”

  Finn clapped Scott on the shoulder. “I get it. Aly wanted to have some fun with you. What was I going to do? I could tell she was making you uncomfortable, so I stopped her. She gets crazy like this, who knows what she can do?”

  That may have just made things worse, Finn knew. He’d said the only reason he stopped Alycia was because Scott wasn’t into it. The implication was obvious. He needed fresh air. Finn used Scott’s shoulder to push up and he headed straight out to the deck. He didn’t even care that Don and Eric and Sue were out there smoking. He sucked in the cool night air and felt his head begin to clear. He dropped into one of the chairs and tried to follow their conversation, but what they were saying didn’t make sense. It sounded like they were talking about going to bed—together. There had to be something Finn was missing.

  After a while, Sue went into the house, saying she was going to change, and Cerina came out. Cerina took the seat in front of Don and he began massaging her shoulders. It seemed innocent enough, until Finn noticed the sounds she was making. Cerina started out with soft sighs and she cooed her encouragement. Don moved from working her shoulders to her neck, but there it seemed like he was more caressing her than massaging. Eric seemed to take little note. Finn didn’t know how close the friends were, but he did find it a little odd. It was another moment where the two other couples seemed like more than friends.

  “That feels so good, babe,” Cerina moaned. She leaned further back in the chair and closed her eyes.

  Don ran his fingers through Cerina’s hair and massaged her scalp. The heavier she breathed, the more it looked that her tits were going to burst free from her dress—a fact not lost on Don. He was staring down at her chest as she worked on her. His fingers descended from her hair and he caressed her cheeks and traced her jawline. Cerina’s lips partly slightly, allowing a breathy moan to escape.

  “I’m going to grab another drink. Anyone need anything?” Eric asked.

  “No, I’m good right now,” Cerina said.

  Eric went back into the house and Finn became uncomfortable. The others seemed to be ignoring his presence. Don caressed Cerina’s throat with feather light touches and then he traced her collarbones. Finn noted the general direction Don’s hands were headed, and he couldn’t believe that Eric had gone inside to leave his girlfriend to be manhandled by Don. But was that so different than Finn himself sitting back and watching Alycia plaster herself to Scott? Maybe she thought that behavior was acceptable because that’s what this group did.

  If this was some kind of swingers party, he wished Alycia would have told him ahead of time—although Finn didn’t know what he would have done. Before tonight, he probably would have bowed out, but now that he’d been through it all he didn’t know what he would have decided. He was more confused than ever.

  Finn could not help but feel like a third wheel—even if Don and Cerina didn’t care. And seeing them together made him realize that he’d lost track of Alycia once again. He could only suspect she was up to no good. As subtly as he could, Finn slipped away and went back into the house to find his girlfriend.

  Eric and Sue were in the kitchen, standing very close. She had changed, into a green silk slip with white lace trim. The slip barely covered her butt and her nipples were hard bullets in the thin satin. Eric was touching her bare arm and whispering to her. She giggled at the private joke. They were sharing an intimate moment and Finn didn’t want to interrupt it, so he kept moving through the room after noting that Alycia was not there. It did not escape his attention that Scott was missing in action as well.

  Neither Alycia nor Scott were in any of the other downstairs rooms and he paused at the bottom of the steps, afraid of what he might find if he checked upstairs. The angel and devil on his shoulders were having a fierce ping pong match, debating Alycia’s fidelity. The angel assured him that she wouldn’t go so far as to drag Scott off to a bedroom. The devil reminded him how horny she was and that she had basically told Finn she wanted to test him. Instead of facing the music, he decided to check the basement first.

  Finn crept down the steps, making every effort to be quiet without realizing it. The music still played loudly and helped cover his descent. He turned right at the bottom of the steps and found the area with the pool table empty. There was a narrow corridor that passed under the steps, and was lined with storage. On the other side was a small sitting area with a couple old loveseats and a big television hanging on the wall. Even with the music blaring, Finn thought he heard something from the room. It was more like he sensed the room was occupied. He looked around the corner and finally found Alycia and Scott. She was on his lap, facing him, and it looked like she was giving him a lap dance. Finn froze.

  Alycia had been curious earlier when she saw Scott and Finn talking, and as soon as she saw her boyfriend stagger outside she’d grabbed Scott and dragged him off. She led him to the basement, and he’d helped her navigate the steps as her heels were not cooperating with her drunken stagger. She’d noticed right away that Scott was not as stiff when she touched him. She dropped down into the loveseat and pull him with her.

  “What did Finn say to you?” she’d immediately demanded. She had to lean in close to be heard over the music.

  “He just told me he wasn’t angry. He said we’re cool.”

  “That’s all? You were talking too long for that.”

  “He told me he doesn’t control you. It’s up to you what you do.”

  Alycia smiled. It sounded like Finn was giving some kind of permission. Watching Scott, she could see he took it that way. She knew Finn probably was not just throwing caution to the wind, but she decided to interpret his words like that. She was not done testing Scott. Her pussy was soaked and Finn had staggered off and left her alone. If he was not going to take care of her, she had someone here who could. A thrill shot through her when she realized that Finn would come looking for her at some point and that he might find her down there with Scott.

  Scott just needed a little push. She could sense it. His hands were shaking in his lap. Her dress and petticoats had flopped up when she dropped to the loveseat, so her long legs were completely exposed. And when she leaned in to speak to him he could see right down her dress. He was dying to touch her. She just needed to make it easy for him.

  “Sounds to me like Finn was okay with me tempting you.”

  “I guess so. I don’t get it, though. Are you guys into something kinky?”

  Not yet, she thought. “Finn’s just cool. He knows I can get a little crazy, and he can roll with it.”

  “That’s cool.” Scott snuck another look down at her tits. She pushed them forward.

  “So, now that we’re alone I can really test you.” Alycia put her hand on his thigh. He did not move it.

  “Do you really think we should be doing this?”

  “Yes. I think you’re a sweet guy and you’re cute. You need a break.”

  “But I shouldn’t…”

  Alycia had a moment of inspiration. “All you have to do is sit there—if that’s what you want. It’ll be like a lap dance. I’ve always been told they don’t mean anything. But first, we need to get rid of this thing.”

  Scott started out uncooperative, but as she pulled at the foam rubber bacon suit he relented and moved just enough for her to remove it and throw it onto the floor. He was handsome in his black mock turtleneck and black chinos, like a thicker Steve Jobs.

  Alycia unsteadily got to her feet and quickly found the beat. She was fun, but giving a lap dance would never have entered her mind if she were sober. And she knew damned well this lap dance would be far from innocent.

  Dancing while Scott looked up at her made her feel self-conscious. As she moved, Alycia felt her elaborate up-do loosening, as it had been doing all night, and she felt her tiara hanging askew. Strands of raven hair framed her face now, giving her a naughty look. She kicked his legs apart and tried to move closer, b
ut she drunkenly stumbled on her heels and ended up falling forward. She caught herself on the back of the loveseat and tried to make it seem intentional, as her tits ended up right in his face. Scott remained a good boy and kept his hands at his sides. The tight velvet bodice hugged her body, pushing her breasts right at him and he could not look anywhere else.

  Alycia turned and dropped onto his lap, pulling the petticoat out from between them. Grinding her butt against him, she immediately felt the hard lump of his erection in his pants. She managed to wedge it between her cheeks and worked him hard. Scott’s breathing became heavier and heavier and he finally started giving in. His hands moved to her thighs and rested there. It was like he wanted to control her moves, but was afraid to do it.

  “Aly…” Scott gasped, tightening his grip on her thighs.

  Afraid he was going to come—it was too soon—Alycia let up and turned to straddle him. Her cunt was on fire now and she desperately needed to come, but she did not want to rush her climax either. She was afraid that if she came Scott would use it as an excuse to push her away. Still, she tried to center her mound on his cock as she gyrated on his lap.

  “Aly…” Scott moaned. He stared at her helplessly. She was caressing her bare back, above her dress and below the silly high collar. His thumb kept fidgeting with the zipper and she knew he was dying to pull it down.

  “You don’t want me to stop, do you?” Alycia leaned close to whisper the words to him and kissed his neck afterward.

  Scott shook his head.

  “Say it, baby,” she said between kisses. His neck tasted warm and slightly salty. She wished his mock turtleneck wasn’t in her way.

  “Don’t stop, Aly,” he breathed.

  “Unzip me, baby,” she urged.

  Finn watched Alycia lean into Scott and it looked like they were talking. It also looked like she was kissing him again, but it was difficult to tell from his angle. He mostly saw them head on, with only a slight angle, and there was a post in the way. Finn didn’t think they would see him in the shadows even if they looked over, as he was dressed in all black. He watched Scott pull down the zipper on her costume and his heart froze.

  Alycia ducked her head and pulled off the high collar, which would have kept the costume in place. She was not wearing a bra underneath and her tits were exposed to Scott when she pulled the dress down. Finn’s view was imperfect, but he could see Scott gaping at her full, perky breasts. It looked like it was the first time he’d ever seen breasts, and his reaction almost made Finn laugh—but he was in no laughing mood. She sat back and pulled Scott’s face forward into her chest.

  The room seemed to be tilting, and as Finn clung to the wall, he knew it was not just because he was drunk. The world had just stopped making sense. Why was he the one standing in the shadows and Scott the one all over Alycia? She was Finn’s girlfriend, right? And even more bizarre, why was Finn’s cock throbbing so hard? He was so horny his balls ached. It made no sense that he was so turned on watching Alycia with another guy. It seemed that Alycia was right about him—he liked to watch. But what kind of man did that make him?

  Finn gritted his teeth when Alycia threw her head back and moaned. He could just about hear her over the loud music. He knew that sound—she loved what Scott was doing. His face was at her chest and Finn could just imagine him sucking and licking her delicious pink nipples. She was especially sensitive there and Finn could have her begging just by teasing her tits. She dropped her head forward again and more of her hair tumbled from her up-do, veiling the couple from view. Finn had to work with his imagination, which was worse than watching. He could see them frantically making out like teenagers behind that spill of hair, in his mind’s eye.

  Alycia thrusted her tongue into Scott’s mouth and found he was a surprisingly decent kisser for someone who started out so reluctantly. He shivered when she bit his lip and then surprised her by nipping back at her. He ran his fingers through her messed-up, half-down hair and she moaned when he tightened his fingers in those jet locks to pull her into a harder kiss. His assertiveness made her pussy throb. As fun as it was to seduce him, she loved it when the man took charge. He grabbed her ass too, and pulled her tighter against his crotch. She was beginning to think Scott might actually fuck her. So where was Finn when she was being so bad?

  Finn was fighting the urge to touch his dick. He gradually overcame the shame of being turned on by watching his girlfriend with another man and now all he could think of was getting off. What he really wanted to do was to rush into that little room and pull Alycia off of Scott’s lap and throw her on the floor and fuck her—hard. He’d make Scott watch him make her come. Or maybe he would let her blow Scott while he fucked her. That could be hot. But he didn’t do any of that because he had not worked up the nerve. Instead, he remained in the shadows, where his hand dropped down and he touched himself through his pants.

  “Are blowjobs allowed?” Alycia whispered to Scott, still playing their little game.

  “Uh…no,” he groaned. Scott looked bewildered and a little crazy.

  “Then I really shouldn’t do this.”

  Alycia slithered from his lap down to her knees, where his foam bacon costume ended up giving her a welcome cushion. She pulled at his belt and when she unfastened his pants he lifted his butt so she could drag them down. His briefs were not particularly sexy, but she let it go. He was not prepared for this. He also was not groomed, which was a bigger sin in her book, but she was too horny to hold it against him. If he was her boyfriend, he would be trimmed down like Finn was. She was glad she never had to tell Finn to take care of himself. He just knew.

  Scott was hot and hard in her hand, just a shade bigger than average at seven inches. But he was nicely thick and she knew he’d feel good inside her. The head leaked precum as she slowly pumped the shaft, and she gathered it with her tongue, looking up at Scott through her bangs as she did it. She was putting on a show. He started jerking and she thought he might be fighting the urge to come. It would have been embarrassing if he’d finished so quickly.

  Finn took deep breaths, trying to fight off what felt like a panic attack. He wasn’t prone to them, but this is what he thought one would be like—except for the incredible hard-on. His heart raced, he could barely breathe. His thoughts ran a mile a minute. He was beginning to believe his girlfriend had no line. Alycia was on her knees in front of Scott and he’d seen her pull his pants down, so even though his view was bad, he knew what she was doing. He knew her hands were in front of her so she could hold his cock. And when she leaned forward, Finn knew she was sucking another man.

  His eyes combined with his imagination to paint a nasty, dirty picture. He could see Scott rest his head back when Alycia started slowly bobbing up and down. Finn could only really see the back of her head, where Scott lightly stroked her hair. His imagination filled in the other details; Scott had a huge cock and Alycia’s mouth was stretched around his girth as she struggled to stuff the big piece of meat into her mouth. But she did the chore happily, because she was hungry for him. Finn was sure that Scott—who hadn’t been blown in ages—couldn’t believe his luck, because Alycia was one talented cocksucker. She’d probably had had even more practice than Finn had ever suspected. Once she adjusted, Finn imagined her moving faster and going deeper, until she swallowed every inch of his shaft. Finn had to stop touching himself because he knew he was close to coming.

  Alycia held Scott at the base and bobbed quickly on his hot shaft. She could have deep throated him, but didn’t feel the need to impress a man she would never be with again after tonight. She tickled her tongue along the underside of his cock as she moved, but then backed off when she thought he was going to come. She wasn’t sure that she wanted him coming in her mouth. It wasn’t that she minded swallowing—she actually enjoyed a mouthful of cum, she saw it as a reward—but if he came in her mouth he wouldn’t able to satisfy her elsewhere. They did not have all night and she doubted she would have the time to get him hard again.
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  She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her. His eyes had been closed too, but now Scott was watching her like he could not quite believe what he was seeing. Maybe even when he did get laid it was in the dark, in the missionary position. Alycia thought about really blowing his mind and sucking his balls, but he was too hairy down there. Instead, she kept sucking and tried to decide if she wanted to take the next step.

  For the first time, Alycia felt hesitation. After their talk upstairs, she knew she could get Finn to go along with all of this. He was into it, even if he didn’t know it yet. But if she went ahead and fucked someone else without getting his clear cut permission, it might be too far. Finn might find it unforgivable. She was drunk and reckless, but not reckless enough to want to throw away a possible future with Finn. And yet, she was so damned horny. That made it hard to think clearly. Luckily, Scott took the decision out of her hands.