Wasted (Kenshaw Ranch Book 5)

by Piper Frost

  "No." He moves toward me. "Kneel on the couch and spread your legs."

  Slowly I walk over to the couch, bringing my knees to kneel on it and grip the back. I take a deep breath and shift my legs apart for him, lowering over the back of the couch and sticking my ass out. This is twisted. It's probably wrong on some level. But it's the hottest thing I've done and I don't want it to stop so I'd probably do anything this man says just to keep it going.

  "You're such a good whore," he says, one of his knees next to mine as he drags his nose from my jaw to my ear. "My good whore, aren't you?" he whispers.

  "Yes, sir," I breathe, pushing back against him. Needing him.

  "Good girl." His hand slides between my thighs and two fingers spread me open. With a grunt he bites my ear and lets his fingers explore for a few minutes. "Relax that pussy, Carter Dawn."

  I sigh and rest my forehead on the back of the couch, moaning as his fingers spread over my wetness. When he pushes the remote against me I gasp. It's not a big one, so I'm not worried about the size, but it's still a fucking remote! The small kind that Tommy uses for his On Demand shows.

  "Shit," I huff, trying to relax as much as possible as Grant slowly pushes it inside me. It feels...weird. More than weird. I don't like this, but I also don't want this to end.

  He exhales a shaky breath against my neck. "You make me so fucking hard, baby." His nose rubs against me while his fingers probe my ass. He stands and I hear the zipper to his pants, when I look back he points at me. "Lean back over."

  I rest my forearms on the back of the couch and put my forehead on my arms, moaning when his thumb swipes over my clit then spreads my juices up and over my ass, pushing lightly. I tense then moan because as scary as it is, it feels so fucking delicious.

  "God," I manage as his finger strokes my ass softly.

  Spreading my wetness over my ass again, he pushes a little. "You going to let me have this, dirty girl?"

  "Yes," I hiss out, terrified but turned on. It feels too good having his fingers there and while I don't know if I should like it...I do. I really fucking do. "Please, Grant." My hands grip the back of the couch and I whimper when he pulls his fingers away from me.

  His dick replaces his finger a minute later, only softly rubbing up and down. He spits then starts easing inside me. "Relax, baby." His hand strokes down my back a few times while he slowly works his dick inside my ass.

  I relax as much as possible, pushing back slightly when it starts to become too much but his soft touch somehow takes the edge off.

  "Fuck," I murmur, biting down on the couch cushion. "Fuck, Grant."

  "You okay?" He exhales heavy, his hands grip my hips and he seems to be fighting the urge to thrust.

  "Holy shit," I breathe out. "More than okay." I figured it'd be different. Maybe a little pain, but holy fuck. I didn't expect to like it like this. Like any tiny movement could set me off. "Fuck me, Grant." I push back against him until I hit his hips and he lets out a groan, his fingers tightening on my hips.

  "Fuck." His hand slides up my back until his fingers are wrapped in my hair and he pulls my head back. "You are such a good whore, baby," he groans, finally moving his hips to thrust, but going slowly.

  "Oh god," I moan from deep within. I've never felt this before. It's never felt this...drastic before. Mixing pain and pleasure like this. Why the fuck haven't I been doing this all along? My orgasm is already building and with everything going on right now I'm teetering on that ledge again in no time. "Harder," I pant.

  "Rub your clit." He grabs my wrist and pulls my hand from the back of the couch. "Touch yourself but don't fucking come." He grunts, moving faster, harder.

  My fingers find my clit and I gasp, tracing around it. How the fuck am I supposed to add one more sensation to an already overwhelming amount and not come? As it stands, every time his hips pull back and he pushes into me again I'm mere seconds away from coming undone. Now, as my fingers start to press small circles around my clit, almost teasing myself for the one thing I really want, my vision starts to speckle and my legs start to tremble.

  "Grant," I moan, my hand moving faster now, keeping up speed with his thrusts. "Fuck!" I squeak, feeling my orgasm coming on too strong.

  This is pure torture.

  "You're going to come, aren't you?" He pants, pushing deeper now.

  "No." I shake my head and breathe deep. "Not until you tell me to." I curse again and let out a growl. "Fuck, it feels too good."

  He chuckles and grabs my wrist, stopping my hand from rubbing. "Not yet." Moving my hand out of the way, he slides his hand over my pussy, spreading me open and his finger takes over, rubbing up and down. "Fuck, baby. You're my good whore." His thrusts become jerky. "You're fucking soaked," he breathes like he can't believe it then his fingers stop and he lets out a grunt as his hand grabs a handful of my ass. "Fuck." Exhaling heavily, he pulls out of my ass.

  My mind's in a fuzz and my heart's hammering but it only takes me a second to recognize the sound of the front door slamming closed. I flip around on the couch, wide eyes, freshly fucked and still incredibly turned on because I didn't get my fucking O again, and all Grant can do is smirk at me all smug like!

  "Get my shorts!" I hiss, panicked and flailing off the couch to try to pull up my bottoms before Tommy and Affton walk into the room.

  "Hey!" Affton's chipper as ever. "There you are. I was trying to call you," she says to Grant. "I felt bad blowing you off so I made Tommy bring me home early. I'm surprisingly glad you're here." Her eyes hit me and her brows furrow a little. So she's who he had plans with... "What're you guys doing? Why do you look like you were just running for your life?" She points at me.

  "He's a wolf," I mutter, trying to catch my breath without being too obvious about it. "Is anyone hot? It's hot in here. I need a drink." I start to walk to the kitchen and immediately remember that walking in this condition isn't the easiest.

  "I was getting ready to watch some ugly dress show with Carter," Grant says loud enough for me to hear. "Can't find the remote though."

  "I left it on the arm earlier," Affton says, her voice coming closer to the kitchen. "Hey, you okay?" she asks me. "You look like you're not feeling good."

  "I'm good," I blurt, grabbing a glass with trembling hands because unlike the watch situation, this is a very popular item in the house that's currently sitting pretty in my very soaked pussy. I highly doubt this thing's going to work after this. "Shit," I mutter, filling the glass with water and chugging it down. It does nothing for the need coursing through my body, nor does it calm me down.

  Get it the fuck together, Carter.

  "Hey, babe, where's the remote? I refuse to watch this show." Tommy walks into the kitchen and smiles at me.

  "Was on the couch," Affton says and Tommy walks away.

  "Carter Dawn." Grant's head peaks around the door wall. "You seen the remote? We don't want to watch the dress show." That grin is on his face.

  "Nope." I chuckle. "Maybe you guys should look for it." I wince when the words come out because Grant bursts out laughing. "Couch...check the couch, Grant." Fuck, this game isn't fun anymore.

  "She said check the couch," Grant says to Tommy when walking back into the living room.

  "Are you sick?" Affton asks me with worry. "Did we interrupt something with you two?" she whispers.

  I shove my hair behind my ear, wondering what the hell it looks like after I tried flattening it down, and give my head a slight shake. "I'm good. All's good. Come on, let's help find that remote." I puff out a breath and walk past her, straight into ground zero.

  Grant's lounging in the chair with his feet kicked up on the table until Affton shoves them off. With his hands clasped behind his head, he looks at me and winks.

  Tommy grumbles about not being able to find the remote and Grant's dumb ass replies, "Bet if it were in your ass you'd know."

  I choke on my spit and start coughing, then panic because the coughing isn't helping keep this thing in right now and
these shorts won't hold shit if it happens to slip out. There's too much going on down there right now and I can't even move without praying something doesn't happen. Panicked, I glance at Grant and all he can do is smirk at me.

  "It's a smart TV," I say, very carefully sitting down on the couch. "Why don't you just get the app—" When I shift back to get comfortable the channel changes and I freeze.

  "Hey! Is it in the couch, did we miss it?" Tommy bolts back toward the couch.

  My eyes fly to Grant and he's laughing so hard no noise is coming out but he's got tears in his eyes as he doubles over, still sitting in that chair.

  "Carter, hop up. I swear I looked but I'll look again. Maybe it's shoved in there somewhere tight."

  "Oh my god," I murmur, standing slowly and glaring at Grant who's now laughing so hard he's almost on the floor. I watch in horror as Tommy checks every cushion and nook and cranny of the couch but comes up with nothing.

  "It's not here." He looks so confused. "Then how the fuck did the channel change?" He's scratching his head and looking around the room.

  I shrug. "No clue." I take my seat on another chair and when the same damn thing happens Tommy about loses his shit.

  "Up!" he blurts, bolting for the chair. "What the fuck is going on?" He's shoving his hands down the sides of the chair, bitching, and when he comes up empty handed he looks at me. "Pockets. Is it in your pocket?"

  "No!" I shriek. "I promise!" Panicked, I look at Grant.

  "Bet if it were up her ass she'd know." He's back to laughing his ass off again and Affton chuckles in confusion as she looks around.

  "I need to use the bathroom." I'm over this game. Not only am I about to be found out, the rays from this remote keep zapping through me and I don't want to get cancer!

  Storming to the bathroom, it takes the slightest push and tug to get this fucker out and when I do I don't know what the fuck to do with it! How the hell does this still work? I yank out the batteries and toss them in the trash can, then wrap it in a hand towel and sneak upstairs, tossing it in my trash can and covering it up with a wad of toilet paper. I don't give a fuck if I just lost Grant Matthews' game.

  I make it back downstairs after taking a moment to compose myself and the three of them are sitting on the couch like nothing ever happened.

  "You get the app on your phone?" I sit on the couch, tucking my legs underneath me and trying to play it cool.

  "Yeah," Tommy bitches, "It's not the same. But it works until we can find the remote." He clicks through the channels and I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. When I open them, Grant's standing in front of me, holding a beer out.

  I hesitate but take it and he smiles, a real smile, the wolf's gone. With a wink he softly runs his hand over my hair before taking a seat in the chair again. "Carter, Affton was admiring your ass in those shorts."

  "Grant!" Affton laughs, throwing candy at him. "I was," she admits to me.

  I take a long drink of my beer, praying it calms me the fuck down but Grant left me so turned on and wound tight I'm sitting here thinking about fucking my best friend. Again. And I don't know how to feel about that.

  "Pretty hot you're checking out other girls' asses, Bean," Tommy says, grinning from his chair. "How the hell did I get so lucky to snag someone that can appreciate a chick's ass as much as I can?"

  Affton rolls her eyes. "It's my job." She pats his chest and walks to the kitchen. "Anyone else need a drink? Carter? Tequila?" she calls to us.

  "Why the hell not?" I answer, locking eyes on Grant's. "Tequila makes us all make awesome choices," I say, laughing.

  "I'm all for awesome choices." His eyes stay on me until Affton stands between us, blocking my view. "Here you go." She hands me a shot glass then another beer. After pouring my shot, she walks to Grant and he declines a shot.

  "I had half a beer earlier. I'm good today. You girls take my shots until you think taking your clothes off is an awesome choice." He looks at me again and I throw down my shot, then follow with a gulp of beer.

  "No pants are the best pants, right?" Tommy says, leaning forward in his chair and resting his elbows on his knees, watching the two of us. "Bean, you hate pants. You should probably take yours off." He grins and my eyes flash from him to Grant before landing on Affton.

  Affton smirks and sits next to me. "They're pathetically desperate. The last time we had a foursome, Grant cried. I'm not really feeling his temper tantrum today."

  "I didn't fucking cry. I had a great time. And I don't want a foursome. I just want to watch." He leans back and crosses his legs at his ankles, looking relaxed but like he could attack at any minute.

  "You just want to watch?" I narrow my eyes at him then look over at Tommy. "And you? What's in this for you?"

  "Two hot chicks fucking on my couch?" He chuckles, adjusts himself, and leans back mocking Grant's posture. "Everything's in it for me. I just like to see my girl get off. Bonus points if I get four tits instead of two."

  I shift in my seat, so turned on it's almost unbelievable. Knowing how wet I am right now I glance at Affton.

  "So whad'ya say?" I grin, finishing my beer and setting it on the coffee table. "Give these boys a show?" I'm not sure where this girl just came from but I like her a lot.

  Affton pours herself another shot then offers me one. I glance at it then lock eyes with her, taking it and biting my lip. I drink the shot, the burn adding to the dizzying sensations coursing through me. I can do this.

  "Here's to awesome choices," she says, leaning in to kiss me, her hand sliding up my shirt.

  I shift so we're closer and my hands roam up her thighs, our tongues dancing an intoxicating mix of tequila and beer on her full lips. I'm not used to this, and I'm not sure if it's the reason I'm so turned on right now. Or if it's both men watching. But I find my nerve and grip the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head before my hands move to unhook her bra, dropping it to the floor. She slowly pulls my shirt off, throwing it with her own before pushing at my shorts, her eyes locked on mine as she grins. I lift my hips and she tugs them down with my panties. Two fingers slide between my pussy lips and her eyes go wide as her mouth Os at how wet I am.

  "Oh my god." She starts to giggle and her forehead pushes to mine, probably realizing she did walk in on me and Grant earlier.

  With a quick kiss and giggle she slides to the floor and pushes my thighs open before looking back at Tommy. Her tongue slides over my clit and I gasp, instinctively pushing my hips up and closer to her. I watch her slide her fingers down my pussy then push into me and I let out a long moan. My fingers lace into her hair and her tongue teases me. My eyes lock on Grant's and I pivot my hips up again, each time I do she curls her fingers the slightest and her mouth goes around me, letting her tongue flick my clit.

  "Shit." I fuck her face, every tiny lick, suck, and nibble bringing me closer to the edge but I don't want this to end that soon. The boys wanted a show, we'll give them a show. Gripping her hair, I pull her head back and bite my lip, grinning down at her before pulling her up for a kiss. "I taste good," I whisper, licking her lips.

  She moans and chuckles, nodding. "Mmhmm. I'm so fucking wet," she whispers on my lips.

  "Show me," falls from my lips and my hands go for the bottom of her skirt as she shifts back to the couch. I slide my hand between her legs and curse. "So wet," I whisper, trailing my fingers down her pussy. "So hot." I latch my mouth onto her nipple and slide two fingers inside her.

  She gasps and her hips lift off the couch briefly as she whimpers. I glance back at Grant whose eyes haven't left us this whole time and smirk.

  "Ready to give them what they came here for?" I whisper to Affton, giggling.

  "So ready." Her gaze goes from Grant and locks on Tommy.

  I slide my fingers over her clit and she moans, her eyes not leaving Tommy's. I slide up her and push her legs open before rubbing my pussy against hers. She shifts to angle so she can rock her hips while I pivot mine and our clits slide against each other. I l
ook at Grant and he's sliding his hand over the hard length in his jeans, his eyes locked intently on us. Knowing how turned on he is right now just by what we're doing is what keeps me going. It feels amazing, of fucking course, but seeing the look in his eyes as he watches us is hot as fuck. I keep up the rhythm and it's not hard to blur everything else in the room out and focus on what this is doing to Grant. When I glance at Affton, her gaze is on Tommy. I never saw this ever happening again but there's one thing we both like, pleasing the guys. It's a bonus we get to get off at the same time. My eyes are on Grant again and he slowly undoes his buckle, and I whimper, slapping my hand over my mouth as my orgasm starts to build. When Grant starts to slowly stroke his dick, my eyes shoot to Tommy and he's doing the same.

  "Oh fuck." I move my hips just a little faster and Affton's noises tell me she's as close as I am.

  "You going to come, bad girl?" Grant's deep voice quietly travels.

  "Yes," I whimper, locking eyes on him as I feel my orgasm start to tingle straight through my core. "Fuck," I huff.

  Affton's moans start to come louder, curse words flowing from her as her eyes squeeze shut and I know she's as close as me.

  "Holy fuck, fuck," I pant, my legs trembling as my orgasm splinters through me. I force my gaze back to Grant and my whole body shudders as I ride out my orgasm and Affton follows right behind me.

  Grant moves quickly, pulling me off Affton and over to the chair he was in, placing me on my knees. "Open," he demands. My mouth falls open and my tongue darts out, begging for a taste of his dick he's teasing me with. He grabs my face and slides his mouth to my ear. "You're my good little whore." His lips press to my ear and he holds them there a minute, breathing me in.

  After a minute he tilts my head back and spits in my mouth before shoving his dick to my throat. His fingers grip my hair and he holds me steady for several seconds before forcing my head back. I let my tongue dart around the barbells at the base of his dick and moan when he pops out of my mouth all the way.

  "Tommy." Grant says and I turn back to see Affton riding Tommy in the other chair. "Swap?"

  Swap? Swap!