by Jenny Penn
With a smile that assured him that she was having fun, Casey nuzzled her face into his crotch, making Dylan squirm as she nibbled her way up his length to capture the small, metal tab of his zipper in her teeth. She pulled it down with a slow, teasing motion that had the crowd around them going wild.
They cheered for her to take him down and teach him not to mess with the Firecracker. That demand drew Casey’s attention as she cast a quick smile over her shoulder at the other men and wiggled her ass in a move that had them going wild and Dylan about ready to kill.
He would have, too, if any of those idiots had dared to step up and take advantage of that invitation. None did, though, and Casey’s attention quickly returned to where it belonged, to him. She wasn’t done yet with him yet.
Leaning down, she recaptured his zipper’s tab and finished tugging the rest of the way down. Dylan’s dick sprang free the moment the pressure eased, and Casey was there to greet him with a kiss that had her tongue swirling down his naked length as her lips sucked him into the warm, moist heaven of her mouth.
She milked him with three quick pulses of her cheeks before releasing his enflamed length into the cold air and bringing a complaint instantly to Dylan’s lips. He grumbled over his own incoherent demands, forgetting his complaint as Casey pressed her breasts forward, blindly capturing his cock between the heavy mounds.
The flushed, sticky head of his dick peeked out at him as she dipped her chin to lick him clean. His cock wept in a blatant attempt to gain more of her mischievous tasting, but Casey denied him, daring to make him growl once again.
That feral sound turned to one of tortured delight as her hands lifted to cup her breasts and fold them around his enflamed flesh as she began a slow massage that had one plump mound pulling his taut, sensitive flesh down while the other one pushed the other side up. The pleasure was exquisite and quickly became an agony that had him fighting the urge to cover her hands with his and force her into a harder, faster pace.
He didn’t give in to that urge. The seed boiling in Dylan’s balls threatened to explode, but still he held back, savoring the moment as the firecracker lapped at the angry, swollen head of his cock as it wept for mercy.
She had none.
“Mmmm,” she murmured as she began to pump her breasts in rhythm together. “So thick and long, you’re very meaty, sir. It makes a girl kind of ache…for a taste.”
With that, she caught his dick in her lips and began sucking him in earnest, clearly relishing her role as the tease and living up to his dirtiest of dreams as she reached down to fondle the tight sac of his balls. It was too much, and he couldn’t take anymore.
Allowing his eyes to drift close, Dylan let the rapture rip through him as the seed shot straight down his cock and into the hungry mouth greedily nursing his length. Casey swallowed the first load before pulling back and using her hands to milk the rest out over her breasts.
“That’s it…you’re so hard, so hot…” Casey moaned, encouraging him with her words as well as her touch. “I wish I could feel your dick buried deep inside me, riding me hard and fast, because that’s how I like it. I like it rough. I like it wild, and I like to go all the way down.”
“Shit!”
Dylan gasped, his eyes flying open as Casey matched that naughty declaration with a whip of her tongue. It led the parade that had his cock being swallowed whole, taken into the moist suckling depths of her mouth and straight down the back of her throat. Then with a whoosh of those puckered lips, she squeezed the strength right out of his cock, leaving him soft and limp as the crowd broke into applause.
Rearing back on her knees, she smiled up at him, not done making him sweat. With slow, deliberate movements, she rubbed the milky liquid covering her breasts into her silken flesh, marking herself as his even as she marked him as hers. He felt branded, claimed, nothing more than a puppet on her strings, and she knew how to pull them.
Rising up to her feet with a slow, sensual motion that had every one of her naked curves sliding over him, Casey hesitated to press inward, allowing the hot wash of her breath to warm his ear.
“We weren’t supposed to take a taste, but I just couldn’t resist. You…” Casey paused to pull back far enough for Dylan to watch her drag a finger across the pearly white globes of her breasts.
They still dripped with his seed, and Dylan expected her to take that finger and lick the seed from it as she told him once again how good he tasted. What he hadn’t expected was that then she’d gather up both breasts in her hands and lift them up so that she could dip her chin and lick them clean, sucking the droplets hanging off her puckered tits with a moan of such delight Dylan thought he might come again right then and there.
God, but she was hot. With the dark lines of the henna tattoos leading a happy-trail around her curves, she was hotter than any dream he’d ever dared to entertain. Definitely hotter than any reality he’d ever touched. As if she could read the compliments running through his mind, Casey released her breasts to smile down at him.
“I could dine on you all night long and still wake up hungry for more.”
For a moment, Dylan got lost in the fantasy her words painted, but it was wrecked by the arrival of the attendant. Courteous as he was, the man still rounded Casey up and led her away, but Dylan wasn’t going to let her escape that easily.
Chapter 7
Josh stared at the monitor and scowled. It had taken him way too long to hack into the local police department’s files, especially given they weren’t exactly secure. It should have taken him a half hour at most to access their system, but he kept getting lost in his thoughts and his memories of what waited on the other side of the office’s walls.
It was a paradise, and he was too afraid to indulge.
“You don’t look happy. Is something wrong?”
That question broke through the still air, startling Josh. He jerked back in his seat, his gaze cutting toward the man now smirking at him from across the room.
“Sorry, man. Did you forget I was here?”
He had, but in Josh’s defense, it was easy to forget that Slade, the middle Davis brother, was working on the books in the other corner of the room. The man was quiet and thoughtful in a way that Josh hadn’t suspected any Davis of being.
“I don’t know.” Josh sighed as he relaxed back into his seat, his attention shifting once again to the monitor in front of him. “I’ve made it into the police department’s system, but…other than the original complaint, there is not much in the electronic file.”
“Complaint?” That caused one of Slade’s dark brows to rise. “We’re not exactly complaining. We’re pissed.”
“Yeah.”
Josh could get that. If Casey had gotten caught in a fire, he’d do whatever it took to find the asshole who’d started it. Hell, she was the reason he was the one denying himself…at least for now, though he didn’t expect that he’d be able to hold back forever.
“Well,” Josh sighed, forcing himself to focus on the moment, “maybe that’s why there isn’t anything in here because all the other files are pretty well filled out. Maybe the sheriff figured you were going to hire help and wanted to make sure we didn’t find anything. That possible?”
“Anything’s possible with Alex.” Slade scowled, not appearing to care too much for the sheriff. “But if you are thinking of breaking into his office to try and find any physical files, I’ll save you the effort and let you in on a little secret—the only thing in the paper file is an incident report.”
That didn’t sound right, and neither did the implication that somebody had already broken into the sheriff’s office. It did, however, explain why the Davis brothers had called in Dylan. They were running out of options…and so was he.
Josh had a decision to make, whether to take a risk and make a move on Casey or not. If he did make one, what kind of move should it be? He normally went for romantic and sweet gestures. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t think Casey deserved to be showered in r
ose petals and dressed in diamonds, but a part of him burned to give in to the more rustic and rough style that Dylan normally used to lure women in. It certainly appeared to work on Casey.
Why not steal a few moves from his brother? After all, Josh would already be betraying Dylan no matter what move he made. That didn’t sit well with him at all. Neither did the idea of what Dylan was, no doubt, up to right then.
His brother clearly wasn’t abstaining, so why should he? Besides, if Casey ever found out about this trip, Dylan’s chances with her would be nil. Casey might like to run a little wild, but even she had standards.
* * * *
Casey hoped she hadn’t just made a complete fool of herself. She’d gotten caught up in the moment, in her fantasy, because that was what it had been. Just as she had the previous evening, Casey couldn’t help but pretend that the man she’d just gone down on was Dylan.
Not that the man had been any good at the role. Hell, if it had been Dylan, he’d have curled his fingers into her hair and forced her to take him hard and deep. Really, his tentative touch and gentle caresses had been more in line with Josh’s more subdued personality, but the idea of Josh at a sex club was outrageous enough. Casey certainly couldn’t imagine him participating in any competition known as Hit the Tits.
Josh had too much dignity for that, which was just a shame. With the intent focus he normally applied to things, she was betting he’d make a real good master.
Dylan, on the other hand, fit the role of king better. That was just the way she imagined him, lazing back in his chair like some noble lord. That made her the good little servant, catering to his every need. That thought got her hot, and she was all too eager to hear her name called again.
Soon enough, it was, and Casey was lining back up, blindfolded again before being led back out of the waiting tent where all the ladies were kept between challenges.
This time she was taken to the Cock Bobbing tent that was just as the name suggested, a dick-sucking competition. According to the attendant escorting her into position, the rules were simple. The women gave head. The men took it. Whoever lasted the longest won.
That didn’t sound hard to her.
What really piqued Casey’s interest was the strange sense that she knew the man she was ordered to kneel before. She couldn’t see him thanks to the blindfold but still recognized the musky scent of arousal thickening in the air around her.
Her fantasy Dylan had returned.
He smelled divine and tasted even better, like wild, raw passion. It was an addictive combination, one she savored as she took him deep and slow, thrilling at the way he grunted out a gasp. Whoever her mystery admirer was she could feel the thickness of his thigh muscles and knew well the meatiness of his cock. He wasn’t a small man, but he was under her control.
She relished that knowledge as her mind once again painted an image of Dylan at her mercy. Perhaps, maybe, once she returned home, she would find the courage to dare and offer him the option of her riding him all night as long as he let her tie him to the bed and do as she pleased.
Casey didn’t know what Dylan would say to that, but she didn’t allow that to spoil the moment. It was too good to ruin. He was intoxicating, and she was obsessed with getting more. Forgetting all about the competition or the fact that she was supposed to be making this last and really challenging her admirer, Casey lost herself in the moment.
She enjoyed it for all it was worth, and it was worth remembering for a long, long time. He was so hard, so hot, and tasted so good. She couldn’t get enough. Quickly losing control of her desires, Casey devoured the erection trapped between her lips with an enthusiasm that had the man above her cursing.
He tensed, fighting to hold back, but she wouldn’t let him. Intent on driving him past his control and claiming her own victory, Casey was barely aware of the attendant ringing the bell as he declared a winner. Given her mystery lover hadn’t come yet, she knew just who had won.
He didn’t wait to celebrate his victory but gave over the battle, coming in a hard, thick blast that challenged her to swallow every drop. She managed, taking pride in the words of praise that came huffing out of her fantasy Dylan. The words, the sound of his voice—it was as if Dylan himself had spoken.
While Casey was certain it was only her imagination, it still felt real enough to have her preening beneath his lewd compliments. He vowed all sorts of retaliations that probably should have concerned her, but they didn’t. Just the opposite. They sent a thrill of anticipation through her that left her wet and quivering.
She was almost too excited to stand but was left with no choice as the attendant came down the line to take command of her leash. He led her over to some kind of strange seat. Casey couldn’t see it, but it had vinyl cushions that stuck to her ass as she slid onto it and made an embarrassing fart-like sound as her ankles were grasped in strong hands and pulled forward.
Positioned so that her ass hung off the edge of the seat and her feet were nestled into a set of stirrups, Casey didn’t need her eyes to figure out that she was being strapped into some kind of exam chair, only she didn’t suspect she was about to get a physical.
It was more like she was being put on display, as the stirrups were spread wide apart just like her legs. The position left her pussy open and exposed to the world. As if that weren’t intimidating enough, her wrists were stretched over her head and bound, forcing her back to arch and her tits to thrust up into the air.
She probably should have been alarmed about her current position but couldn’t work up the fear. The club was a magical place. Since the moment she’d been led out into the main hall the other night, Casey felt nothing but sexy and confident…and, perhaps, a little unnerved as she heard her mystery lover speak once again in a voice that was achingly familiar.
“You wouldn’t happen to have a clit clamp to go with these nipple ones, would you?”
That question about stole her breath. It caught in the back of her throat, afraid to pass through her lips in an audible gasp and draw any more attention in her direction. Casey knew, though, that she couldn’t escape her fate, especially when the attendant quickly assured her mystery lover they did, which meant she was in a lot of trouble.
It was in that second that, for the first time, Casey was thankful that her soon-to-be mystery tormenter was not the real Dylan. God only knew what the real Dylan would do, probably just what the fake one did. Whatever sweetness had softened his approach in the last competition, it was lost now that he had her bound and at his mercy.
“Well now, Firecracker, you ready for an education?”
That smug greeting assured her she was right. She had a secret admirer, though there was no doubt about what he admired about her. With a quick flick of her clit that had Casey squirming in her seat as a shiver of delight shot straight up her cunt, he laughed, clearly enjoying teasing her.
“Again,” Casey moaned, arching her hips up in hungry demand. “Please.”
“That’s nice,” the man drawled out. “Begging is a very nice touch, but you know the rules, Firecracker. You don’t ask. You don’t demand. You do, and you get punished.”
That word sent a fierce fizzle of sensation racing up her spine and unleashed the gasp of air she’d been holding on to as her entire world flashed red before her blinded eyes. Every single nerve in her body ignited with a sensation so sharp it bordered on painful as her clit was suddenly caught in the tight grip of a clamp.
Quickly the sensation dulled into a throbbing ache that pulsed in beat with her trapped bud in a rhythm that was soul-deep and pounding. It was too much and yet only the beginning. Before Casey could manage to get her rioting body back under control, her breath was stolen again by another bright flash of molten rapture.
The beautiful bloom of pleasure blossomed out of her breast as the hard bite of another clamp bit down over her nipple. Casey had barely even managed to suck in a hard breath before a second detonation had whole body arching upward with the searing rush o
f delight when her second tender tit was caught in its own clamp.
For a moment, Casey thought she might come right then and there. That’s how exquisite the ecstasy flooding through her veins was, but it wasn’t rushing fast enough to hurtle her over the edge of a release. Instead, she drowned in the sensation, writhing in the searing tide of delight that all but consumed her.
The bliss rippled and popped with small fissures of piercing ecstasy as deft, callused hands leashed each clamp to the other with a chain that was pulled taut enough to make every breath a torturous experiment that she relished. Casey shivered, not bothering to even try to stay still but wiggling within her binds as she chased after the gluttonous pleasure building inside of her.
She was being naughty, knew that she would get punished. That’s just what Casey wanted, and that’s just why she welcomed the velvety tassels that cracked over her cunt. Each one licked across her molten flesh and over her throbbing clit, setting her entire world on fire. The flames seared upward as he whipped her with relentless strokes that had her crying out when her world exploded into one endless climax.
The pleasure was so intense, and it didn’t stop, soon becoming an ache that cut deep and left her weeping with a need for more. A need to be fucked, which was just what Casey begged for.
* * * *
Chase stood at the top of the hill, surveying the fair in full swing below him while Lana stood back in his shadow, watching him. It wasn’t fair that a man should be so good-looking, so strong and capable, and yet so dense to think that she could be so easily pawned off onto another man. She wasn’t some stray puppy, looking for a new home. It was just as obvious that Dylan wasn’t looking to adopt.