Dangerous Curves Ahead (Watchers Crew) (17 page)

“A coming contest.” Eagle turned the nob on one of the joysticks. The egg came to life and buzzed. “First one to blow loses.”

“Fine,” said Kira as she looked at Owl with a winning grin.

“Wait, no,” said Ellie. “They can’t be partners. He’ll just command her to come on the spot.”

I sat up straight. Was that possible?

“You take Hawk and I’ll take Owl,” Ellie said. “That’ll make it fair.”

“Fine,” said Kira.

The two women stood and changed partners.

“Here are the rules.” Eagle handed each man an egg. “Vibrators only. Fingers are allowed, but no mouths or tongues. We’ve all made you come before so we can tell if you blow. But you girls are on the honor system.”

They cleared a space on the table. Ellie and Kira both removed their bottoms and panties like this was normal. I looked to Christopher. He chuckled as he wrapped his arm over the back of my chair.

“My money’s on Shakira,” he whispered in my ear. “Owl likes to control her orgasms. It’s Hawk’s goal in life to make Ellie come as much and as hard as possible.”

Both of my new girlfriends climbed onto the dinner table and spread their thighs for their friend’s boyfriends. Hawk immediately got to work.

“Fuck, Hawk,” said Kira.

Hawk chuckled as he pinched Kira’s clitoris. When she threw her head back, he rolled the bud between his thumb and forefinger. I saw his machinations clearly because both Kira and Ellie were clean shaven. Looking at the helpless expression on Kira’s face, and listening to her moaning gasps, I agreed with Christopher. Kira was about to lose.

Glancing over at the other pair, Ellie’s eyes were on Kira’s face. She had an arm behind her head, resting her cheek above her armpit while she watched the ecstasy play across her friend’s face. Down below, Owl made slow circles on Ellie’s inner thighs.

“Holy, shit,” Kira panted.

Hawk’s fingers moved lightening fast over her clit while he pressed the egg just inside her core. The buzzing from the vibrator sent shivers down my spine. Kira’s legs shook as she let out a defeated, pleasure-glazed groan.

“Fuck you,” she groaned as the tremors took her.

“Maybe after my girl gets her piece of pie.” Hawk put his slick thumb in his mouth and winked at her. Then he turned his attention to Owl. “You better finish her off, man.”

“Of course,” Owl smiled. “Can I borrow that?” He indicated the vibrator that was still inside of his girlfriend.

Hawk gave it a tug that sent Kira through another round of shivers.

Owl took the proffered device and put it on Ellie’s clitoris.

Ellie’s hands, which had been behind her head, came down to the table where she gripped the edge. Her thighs fell open and her eyes closed.

Owl began a rotating motion, like a massage, with the two eggs. He circled her clitoris, never landing directly on top of it.

A low moan left Ellie’s lips. Hawk stared at her, rapt. I caught Kira’s gaze as she sat up. Gone was the sting of defeat. Her lip curled in a mischievous tilt as she watched her boyfriend at play.

Owl’s hands moved over Ellie, slow and methodical. It reminded me of a magician waving a wand over his hat. He didn’t say “Abracadabra,” but there was magic at work.

A wave rolled through Ellie’s body. It began at her feet. Her toes flexed and then pointed. Her knees bent and her hips rose. Then her torso pressed down into the table and her chest rose. Her head tilted back and her mouth opened. The sound of her moans filled the room.

Hawk sat back in his chair, completely enraptured at the sight.

Christopher’s fingers went through my hair. “That was beautiful, wasn’t it?”

If I could speak, I would have to agree with him. It wasn’t love between Ellie and Owl, or Kira and Hawk. It was crystal clear who belonged to whom. But at the same time, every person in this group had a hand on the other. A hand of support. A hand of guidance. A hand of encouragement. And a hand in their pleasure.

The last wave of pleasure rolled through Ellie, but Owl’s hands didn’t stop with their magic act. They continued until he achieved a hat trick and pulled a second and then third orgasm out of Ellie. Her entire body shook so hard that the table legs squeaked on the floor.

Owl took the vibrators off her clit and out of her core. Ellie lay motionless. Hawk scooped her up from the table and cradled her in his arms.

Owl picked up the plate with the solitary piece of pie. “Here’s your pie, Els.”

Ellie didn’t even open her eyes to respond. She turned her face into Hawk’s chest and whimpered.

Owl turned to Kira. “Here you go, babe.”

Kira climbed into her boyfriend’s lap and ate the pie that he fed her with his fingers; fingers that had been all over another woman. Kira ate every last bite of the pie and licked Owl’s fingers.

“Speaking of coming…”

I startled at the sound of Eagle’s voice. I’d forgotten he was even in the room. He turned his gaze to me.

“I hear you can come just from having your breasts touched, MK? Is that true?”

“You’ve already had your fun for the night, Eagle,” said Owl.

“I would be a bad host if I didn’t make sure every woman in my household had a good time,” he said.

“Don’t worry, brother,” said Christopher. “I’ll take care of her.”

“I’m sure you will. I was just curious if this was an isolated phenomenon with you, or if she could do it with another guy?”

“You know this reverse psychology bullshit only works on co-eds?” said Christopher.

“Leave her alone, E,” said Hawk. “She’s not into the group thing. Or maybe she’s just not into you.”

They all laughed, but Eagle’s eyes continued to challenge me. I was never one for peer pressure. I’d been on the outside of the popular clique in high school and college I was able to see each of these manipulations for what they were. But this was something else. It felt like an invitation into this family.

Everyone else in this room had accepted me. One of them loved me. Two of them counted me as friends. And the other two guys had placed me under their wings of protection.

But this guy?

“Hawk’s right,” I said. “I’m not into you.”

Eagle’s eyes sparkled as though it was the answer he expected from me.

My hand went to unbutton my shirt. “I doubt you could get any kind of rise out of me.”

Eagle’s eyes widened in surprise. The room went quiet as I exposed my bra. Christopher turned to me with an eyebrow raised. I already knew I only liked Christopher’s touch. I doubted Eagle could even make my nipples pebble, and I wanted to prove it.

The top of my shirt hung open, and all eyes were on me. I tried to hide my gulp, but Eagle caught it.

He held up his hands. “What does she like, bro? Soft? Hard? Real hard?”

I knew he was both asking Christopher’s permission to touch me and also giving me a last chance to back out.

“Don’t help him,” I said to Christopher.

Christopher chuckled and rested back in the chair. His arm lightly touched my shoulder, letting me know he was there.

I watched Eagle’s fingers as they came closer and closer to my chest. He had long, slender fingers. His brown digits contrasted starkly with my pale-skin and pink bra.

I looked down to see my chest heaving. Each inhale brought my breasts closer to his fingers, which had stopped mid air. I looked up to catch him watching me with a glint in his eyes, studying my reaction.

This was a game to him. Just like with Ellie and Kira. And just like with Ellie and Kira, I realized that there would be no loser. Eagle won the moment I flicked open the first button of my shirt.

I didn’t have feelings of love for Eagle. I wasn’t even sure I liked him. But what he did to me felt really, really good.

I gulped and pressed my knees together. His grin spread and he winked at me. His hands landed on the lace of my bra, light as a feather. There was no pressure needed.

My eyes flicked around the room at all the eyes looking at me. Something heavy spread throughout my chest. It wasn’t embarrassment or self-consciousness. There was no judgment on any face. Only curiosity and interest and awe.

“That’s so cool,” Ellie said as she peeked out from the cradle of Hawk’s thick arms.

I gripped the arms of the chair as my chest heaved. The fullness spread southward, and I knew that an orgasm was eminent. I made the mistake of looking into Christopher’s face. There was joy shinning bright in his blue eyes as he looked between his friend’s hands on my breasts and my face.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said.

“Yeah, she is, bro,” said Eagle.

Other murmurs of consent filled my ears. I closed my eyes as the orgasm crested. And then everything went black.

Chapter Twenty-Four

When I opened my eyes I was in Christopher’s bed, wrapped in his arms. “What happened?”

“You passed out.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead.

I closed my eyes and felt the flush sweep over my skin. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be.” Christopher ran his fingers through my hair and pressed a kiss to my temple. “Everyone thought you were beautiful. Ellie’s determined to have a breastgasm. You can probably hear her trying if you listen closely.”

I did. Ellie and Hawk’s bedroom wasn’t that far down the hall. I wasn’t sure if she was having an orgasm from her breasts being manipulated, but she was definitely having an orgasm from some place on her body being explored.

“Mary Katherine,” Christopher whispered, his forefinger rubbed at my lower lip. He opened his mouth. Then closed it. Then he laughed. “You make me happy. I want you to know that.”

I lay on my back, surprised that I could fall any further for this guy. But I did.

“When we met, I told you I wasn’t a prince,” he said. “You make me want to go out and slay a dragon, princess.”

 I nudged Christopher’s arm off my torso and stood. I pulled my blouse, still partly open, over my head. Christopher lounged back and watched my striptease with a small smile on his handsome face.

“I don’t need any dragons slain.” I shimmied out of my jeans. Then my bra and panties. I crawled onto the bed, naked, open. I reached the man I loved and placed his hands between my thighs.

His grin slipped. For the first time since I’d known this man, a serious expression spread across his face.

“MK?”

“I’m ready.”

Christopher pulled his hand back. “Mary Katherine…”

“I’m sure, Christopher. I love you. I’m not built to fall in and out of love. This is it for me; you are it for me. I see myself spending the rest of my life with you.”

I thought he might bolt out of bed, but he didn’t. He pushed a strand of hair out of my eyes.

“I understand,” he said. “I just want everything to be perfect for you, like in one of your books. I can light candles. I can run out and grab roses to put on the bed. You should at least have music. Don’t you want music?”

I crashed my lips into his. “I have everything I need right here.”

Christopher pulled me into his lap. His lips began a slow exploration of my mouth. He kissed me until I was dizzy. He ran his hands through my hair. My thighs spread wide and wrapped over his crossed legs.

His lips made a slow path down to my breasts. He looked up at me as he suckled my nipple. With one hand he rocked my hips into his, teasing me with his patience.

“I’ve waited all my life for you, Christopher. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”

He stood and made quick work of his clothes. He grabbed a condom and rolled it on his firm erection. When he returned to me on the bed, he picked up his snail’s pace once again.

“I thought you liked speed,” I whined.

He chuckled. “Don’t rush me. This is a big moment for me. Taking the innocence of the woman I love.”

“That ship sailed the day I met you.”

He came to kneel between my thighs. “I love you, princess.”

“I love you, too.”

He lined himself up with my entrance. I took in a deep breath, but not as deep as his. He pressed inside me, just the thick head that I’d felt before in my mouth and in my ass.

It felt different as it slid through my folds. We always went slowly when Christopher entered me from behind. I didn’t expect there would be much resistance from this end, but there was.

That same sense of invasion and tightness assaulted me. Unlike with anal sex, I didn’t want to wait for it to pass. I wanted to be filled. I ached for it.

And then, it was all gone.

“Holy shit, MK,” he said as he yanked himself out of me.

“What? What did I do wrong?”

Christopher’s breath came in pants. His upper body shook. Down below, I saw the dark pink head of his penis throb. “Oh princess, you didn’t do anything wrong. But I was about to.”

“Christopher, I want this.”

“I do, too. But I was one stroke away from being a selfish bastard. Fuck you’re tight.”

He took in another breath. I reached for him, pulling him to me. He caved easily on shaky limbs.

“I don’t need fireworks and crashing waves,” I said. “At least not this time.”

He shook his head. “You deserve tsunamis and rockets and earthquakes every time, princess.”

He kissed me. His length throbbed as it stroked up and down my folds. He reached his hand down between our bodies. I felt his firm length move over my hipbone, slide past my clitoris, dip between my folds, and breach my entrance. I widened my hips to let him in. He hesitated at the door again.

He took in another deep breath, let it go with a shudder, and pushed further in.

“Oh god, Mary Katherine.”

He took another breath, and with another shudder, he slid further in.

“Holy Christ, baby.”

Another breath. I felt his stomach tremble against mine.

“Hari Krishna, princess.”

With a gust of breath, he was inside of me. He rose above me. His lips quivered. His eyes glistened.

“I’m not going to last.” His voice shook on a whisper as he spoke.

I pulled him down to me for a kiss. I moved my hips up to meet his. His body caved into me as mine had done the first time he’d touched my breasts.

We moved in unison. Christopher clutched at me, holding on for dear life. He shook his head from side to side, his eyes wide in wonder. He moved slowly, carefully. His teeth grit together. I could tell he was losing his hold on his climax.