by Jenny Penn
Dylan, on the other hand, had sweaty palms and a pounding heartbeat that left him half out of breath as he knelt down behind her. All day he’d been dreaming about fucking something other than her mouth, but now that the moment had arrived, Dylan felt nearly overwhelmed by it. He wasn’t going to last. Not two minutes. Not two strokes. Not if he didn’t get himself under control.
Control was something that Dylan wasn’t exactly known for. He enjoyed riding the wild waves of passion. Giving in to the raw intensity had never felt half as good as it did with Casey, who responded to him in kind. She was as untamed as the wind and as savage as the sea, demanding equal measure from him.
Which was why it was clear now to Dylan that they were perfect for each other. They were like oil and fire, and both of them were addicted to the burn, only before it had scalded them as they tried to deny the truth, forcing their needs to twist into aggravated, angry arguments, but no more.
From now on, they’d have nothing but honesty and pleasure before them. Dylan swore to that as he reached out to trace the tattoos that highlighted the graceful curve of her spine and led down to the luscious globes of Casey’s ass. Splitting her sweet cheeks wide, he flexed his hips forward, allowing the thick, flared head of his cock to brush up against the clenched ring of muscles guarding the shadowed entrance to her ass. He hesitated there, biting down on his lower lips as every muscle in his body tensed with the strain of holding back.
“Ride lasts five minutes. If you make it past the first two, you’re a winner. You’re only allowed to hold on to the woman’s hips. No teasing. No petting. No pumping. You start fucking, you’re disqualified. Now mount up…oh, and don’t forget the hat.”
With that the attendant slapped a wide-brimmed cowboy hat onto Dylan’s head and retreated back to the control panel to wait for Dylan to obey the rest of his instructions. The crowd was chanting and cheering, eager for the ride to begin, but Dylan wanted to savor this moment. No matter what the future held, this day would live on as the best day of his life and this moment as the pinnacle.
“I know it’s you.”
Tossing a smile along with that assurance over her shoulder, Casey pressed backward and down the heated crest of his dick, allowing her tight muscles to clench around him and hold him prisoner as she shook her ass again.
“I’ve been waiting all day for this moment. You’re not going to deny me now, are you?”
He wouldn’t dream of it, but Dylan didn’t assure her of that. Instead, he answered her challenge in the only way worthwhile—with action. Not even pausing to take a breath, he slammed his full length into her tight channel, forcing her muscles wide and fucking a pant right out of her.
It was like diving into a heated pool of pure, white-hot delight. The shock sent a wave of frenzied delight racing up his spine, stealing his breath. There was no time to reclaim it as the attendant flipped the switch that set the saddle Casey was draped over into motion. It began to tip and sway as the platform beneath his knees moved in opposite directions, causing his dick to bump and grind into the muscles tightening down around him like a vise.
Her grip strengthened as the ride picked up speed, making Dylan’s fingers grip her all the harder until he was white-knuckling it and grunting with every second as he strained to hold back the seed boiling in his balls. God help him because he didn’t think he could do it. It was all too much.
The pleasure, the speed, the very feel of Casey beneath him all sweat-slickened and mewing with pleasure, Dylan couldn’t take it. He wasn’t going to last. It didn’t matter how many searing breaths he gulped in. Nothing could ease the inferno flaring into epic proportions.
He was hard, hot, and hurting. Casey was clinging to the saddle, panting out one giggle after another. That sweet sound enflamed Dylan’s seething senses, wrapping around his heart and making it swell with the same endless need churning in his balls.
Casey was having fun, and he wouldn’t dare to ruin that for her. At least, he didn’t want to, but he didn’t have the strength left to control his body’s raging response to finally being buried balls deep in Casey’s tight ass.
It rippled with a pulse he knew she commanded as she showed off her muscle control, making her ass milk the very seed from his balls as she claimed the ultimate victory. Not that Dylan felt like a loser, far from it. The only thing he felt was the glorious rush of a release so intense and powerful his whole body arched with it as his hips began moving, began pounding back and forth as he gave in to the moment and rode Casey right over the brilliant edge of a climax brighter than anything he’d dared to touch before.
It burned through him with such force that he didn’t even notice as the ride came to an end and the crowd went wild, cheering him on as Casey came apart beneath him. All that Dylan knew then, all that mattered to him, was the rapture ripping through him, leaving him a broken, quivering shell with only one thought in his head.
He was so doing that again.
Chapter 9
If Casey lived to be a hundred, she’d still never forget this day or this moment. The excitement fueled by the crowd’s chanting paled in comparison to the feel of her secret lover’s thick cock pounding into her ass. The sensation was absolutely divine, making every cell in her body begin to glow with a euphoric delight that could not possibly be contained.
It seared through her, along with the sharp edges of her climax as her ass convulsed around the latex-covered dick pumping an endless load of hot seed deep into her body. Her lover’s erection had thickened to the point where she could actually feel the mad pound of his pulse beating against her sensitive walls.
Casey’s heart fell into rhythm with his as her ragged pants began to heave in time with the rough gasps coming hard and fast behind her. They were as one, and for a moment, she lost herself in the beauty of that truth, but all too quickly, the contentment flooding through her along with her release was doused by the cold, hard reality of the moment as the attendant appeared to pull her lover free.
“You would have won, but you broke the rules…so, sorry, dude, you’re disqualified.”
Those words barely registered through the fog of lust still muddying Casey’s thoughts. She didn’t have the strength left to care, much less listen. She could have passed out right there draped over the saddle like a used, wet rag, only she wasn’t allowed to.
With quick, efficient motions, the attendant unlatched her and pulled Casey to her feet. She stumbled over them as he dragged her off the stage, assuring her that she was being sent back to the harem to get prepped for the auction coming up in a couple hours.
Casey couldn’t ask help but ask if that meant she could take a nap, which earned her a chuckle and a swat on her ass for talking back before the man handed her off to another attendant who led her across the field and down the silent path back to the harem. Only then did he bother to remove her blindfold and leash, allowing her freedom to move off into the harem’s gardens alone.
The gardens were magnificent and full of hidden surprises that Casey had already become addicted to, like the mud baths and the massage gazebo. She hit up both of them, allowing the female attendants to rub the aches from her muscles as she replayed the day over in her mind. It really had been one of the best, but in hindsight, Casey began to worry that she’d made a tragic mistake with her mystery lover. She’d spent all day imagining he was Dylan and could feel the effect of that shifting her heart toward thoughts that were too dangerous to entertain.
Not only were they dangerous, they weren’t exactly fair. After all, her mystery lover had earned the right to be judged as his own man. He would be, too, because once she saw him the fantasy would be over. That was a sobering thought, one that brought the tension back to her muscles, which had the masseuse working even harder to get it back out. Naturally she commented on Casey’s wound-up state, causing Casey to offer her up a half-hearted, lame excuse.
“I’m just a little nervous about this auction.” That wasn’t a lie, not exactly.
> “Oh, yes.” The masseuse drew out that agreement, clearly reveling in getting to gossip. “You new girls always worry, but you have nothing to fear. Your man will bid on you.”
“My man?” Casey repeated, strangely thrilled at the sound of those two words. “You mean my mystery lover?”
“Whatever you wish to call him.” A shrug sounded in the other woman’s voice. “We’ve been hearing the whispers all day. The man is quite smitten.”
“I guess.”
Actually, Casey hoped because she was kind of smitten too, which probably wasn’t a good thing. After all, she was breaking one of Lana’s rules. She was starting to feel a little possessive.
“The other men are not happy that he’s been hogging your time,” the woman confided, clearly up to date on all the news. “Everybody is expecting you will go for the highest bid tonight.”
Casey didn’t believe that for a moment, but it made her feel good to hear it anyway. “Hopefully, my mystery lover can afford me then.”
“I wouldn’t worry about that. Rumor is he’s one of the owner’s good friends. How else do you think it worked out that nobody else got to play with you?”
That question brought a frown to Casey’s brows. She hadn’t actually considered that point before, but in hindsight, it seemed like a valid one.
“The games were rigged, and everybody is expecting that auction to be too,” the woman declared. “Trust me, the men are not happy about that.”
* * * *
Josh was not happy. He wasn’t happy with the missing information in the police report. He wasn’t happy that the background checks he was running were turning up squat. He wasn’t happy that he’d been stuck in that office all day, brooding over the computer when, technically, he could have been back at home planning his move.
He’d decided to make one…he just had to figure out a way to tell Dylan.
“You know, you don’t have to get everything done tonight.” Slade broke the heavy silence that had, once again settled over the office.
This time it had stretched on for several hours. During that time Josh hadn’t spoken a word or even taken a break. He didn’t dare. Every time he paused, even for a second, his mind drifted back to Casey, back to wondering just what she was doing…if, maybe, she was doing herself. That thought always had him trying to imagine just what that would look like, what she’d look like naked, wet, purring…his name—
“You’re not paying me any mind, are you?” Slade asked, drawing Josh’s attention back toward him and the realization that the other man had started talking to him a few minutes ago.
“I’m sorry.” Josh shook his head. “I just sometimes get lost when I’m working on a…problem.”
“Yeah? And tell me something, does this problem maybe come with a few curves and smell real nice? A woman, maybe?” Slade asked as he shoved out of his seat and crossed the room to the wet bar.
“Her name is Casey,” Josh admitted as he eyed Slade for a moment. “And how did you know?”
“Please.” Slade snorted as he returned with a bottle and two glasses. “You’re at a sex club full of naked women, and you spent all day staring at a monitor. Either you’re gay or you’re taken…or I guess you could be both. Not that it matters because I know the solution to your…problem.”
“Whiskey?” Josh lifted a brow at that. “I’m not sure drinking is going to help me think any more clearly.”
“The liquor isn’t to help you think. It’s to help you listen,” Slade assured him as he measured out two healthy doses. Settling back into the seat across from Josh with his own drink, he nodded toward the one he’d left on the desk. “Go on. Trust me, you’re going to need it.”
He did need it. His mind was in a twist, his stomach knotted, and his muscles bunched tight enough to make them ache. He needed something. Josh kind of thought he might need Casey, but the whiskey would have to do.
Lifting his glass, he offered Slade a silent salute before he threw back the entire shot and slammed the glass back down. Grimacing as the heady liquid seared its way down his throat, Josh took a second to take a deep breath and throw off every bit of tension he could, which wasn’t much.
“Okay.” Bracing himself, Josh lifted his gaze to meet Slade’s amused one. “Hit me with it.”
“Fuck her.”
“What?”
“Fuck her,” Slade repeated as he poured another round. “Trust me, there is no problem that can’t be resolved after a few hours of sweating it between the sheets…or on the floor…up against a wall…or—”
“I get that idea.” Josh cut Slade off, guessing the man could go on all night listing different positions. “And, while I appreciate the advice, I think you might have been hanging out here at the club for too long.”
“Oh, God.” Slade sighed and banged his head against the back of his seat as he lifted his eyes toward the ceiling. “Spare me the feminist lecture and just let me ask you one thing. When you’re done fucking, do you have the energy left to argue?
“No,” Slade answered for him as he straightened back up to give Josh a pointed look. “When you disagree with your woman, then fuck her, and afterward, I assure you, you both will be feeling good enough to resolve your issues without everything blowing up.”
“That’s insane.”
“Works.”
A lot of things worked for Slade Davis that Josh wasn’t sure he could get away with. That didn’t stop him from wondering. It would assuage a lot of his guilt if the choice wasn’t him or Dylan. Maybe it could be him and Dylan…fucking Casey, bending her over and shoving—
“I lost you again, didn’t I?” Slade smirked as he shook his head at Josh. “Would I be wrong to assume that the fact that you’re here brooding and not back at home taking my wise advice is because this is about your recently broken engagement?”
“No. This is about the reason for my broken engagement.” Josh nodded when Slade lifted the whiskey bottle and gestured toward his empty glass.
“Ah.” Slade measured out another healthy dose for both Josh and himself before settling back to offer Josh a sly smile. “The plot thickens. So Casey isn’t your ex-fiancée.”
“She’s my neighbor.” Josh hesitated, his tone dropping as he slowly admitted the rest. “And I think my brother has a thing for her…and she might have a thing back. I mean, you should see them together. They just pick at each other and yet seem almost magnetically attracted to each other.”
“And that’s a problem for you?” Slade asked, the laughter fading from his tone as he studied Josh and the blush he could feel streaking across his cheeks. “No. It’s not. You actually like the idea.”
Yes. He did. He liked it a lot, enough that he couldn’t hold Slade’s gaze as he made his confession. “I’ve never shared a woman like that…before. I’m not sure how it would work.”
“You mean the sex or the relationship?” There wasn’t a hint of hesitation in Slade’s blunt question or his offer. “Because all you have to do is take a stroll and you’ll figure out the positioning and, as for the relationship, fuck her.”
“You know, you sound a lot like my brother.” That kind of shocked Josh.
He’d thought Slade had a more even and reasoned temperament. That was far from any description anybody would have given of Dylan, who, as if on cue, exploded into the office with the frenzy of a teenage girl about to wet herself. He was shrieking just like one, too.
“Oh my God! Oh my God! OhmyGod!”
Dylan stumbled to a halt, suddenly appearing to realize that Slade was there, not that he had the dignity to act embarrassed. Instead, he pointed a finger at Slade and hollered out to him as if the man wasn’t standing only feet away.
“This place is awesome!”
“We get that a lot,” Slade assured him, taking the compliment in stride as he shoved out of his seat. “And clearly you’ve had a taste of something you liked.”
“You wouldn’t believe it.” Dylan took a deep breath and let it out with
a contented sigh that matched the smile spreading across his face. “It was the best day of my life.”
“Well, I’m glad we could make your dreams come true,” Slade snickered as he gave Dylan a quick pat on the back. “Hopefully, you can help your brother return the favor.”
“Don’t you worry,” Dylan shot back, his voice rising as Slade moved farther away toward the door. “We’ll get you your arsonist.”
“Don’t you want to talk to me before making that kind of promise?” Josh spoke up, unnerved by Dylan’s blatant confidence.
He’d always found it best not to overpromise or sell. Dylan, on the other hand, liked to talk big and never seemed to worry about living up to expectations.
“You are just the man I want to talk to.” Dylan turned his attention and his grin back on his brother as he slunk down into Slade’s abandoned seat. “Because you will not believe how I spent my day.”
“Actually, I can take a pretty good guess,” Josh muttered before catching Slade’s eye as he hesitated by the door. “You done for the day?”
“Yeah,” Slade drew out the word with a yawn before offering Josh the use of the office, along with the reminder that number one on the speed dial would ring up a butler who would be happy to assist them in any and all their desires. With that, he wished them both a good night and escaped, leaving Josh to handle Dylan’s grin.
He really wasn’t interested in hearing how Dylan had spent his whole day whoring his way through a list of women, especially not when his own thoughts had kept him half hard all damn day. Maybe Slade was right. Josh shouldn’t waste so much time on trying to figure out how to romance Casey as he should be plotting to seduce her. That sounded like more fun anyway.
“Okay, check this out,” Dylan began, appearing completely oblivious to Josh’s impatient attitude. “You will never believe who—”
“I don’t care,” Josh cut him off, coming to his decision. “We need to have a talk, Dylan.”