Spin Some More (4 page)

Suck it
, 
baby
, 
suck it hard
, Jason urged mentally as he watched her, his strokes quickening on his cock, his other hand harshly squeezing his nuts, tearing a low, anguished sound from his chest. Jason actually liked squeezing his balls, liked to feel pain when he was aroused—stark, naked pain that only enhanced his pleasure.

He’d never burned this way, as if any minute now his skin would turn to ashes.

He’d never felt so hot, so damned horny, as he felt now, watching her masturbate, watching her shove that huge fake cock into her mouth while he jerked off. He was about to come, just watching her suck that cock while she stroked her clit with her other hand.

Stick it inside…stick it into that sweet, tight cunt, baby…

She guided the dildo through the parted seams of her sex, using both hands to push the shaft inside and judging by the look on her face, another moan seemed to tear out of her, making Jason groan deep in his throat and pinch his own scrotum while he tightened his hold around himself. He was going to come. He was going to explode like he’d never before—

But then something happened. She paused and turned her head to stare at something past her shoulder.

And then Jason saw him.

His hands stilled on his privates, a frown settling on his face.

Some man, a stranger, crossing the room toward her. Someone big, muscular and young. Jason gritted his teeth as he watched him stride with a lazy swagger toward the window and slowly pull the curtains closed.

Son of a bitch!

* * * * *

“Excuse me?”

“I asked if you’d like to sit down,” Penelope repeated as she slipped the sheer black nightie over her head again.

“Sure.”

The male escort from the highly recommended Better Have escort service slowly sat on the end of the bed. He was very handsome, with dark brown hair and warm brown eyes. His skin was smooth and tanned, and although Penelope thought he might be a little too muscular for her tastes, he was big and strong and two grand said he had to be 
very
 well endowed. He was wearing tight jeans and an even tighter red T-shirt and he looked just about ready for sex—which Penelope really appreciated.

“So, Murry, right?” she asked calmly.

“Right.”

“So, tell me about yourself. Do you have any brothers, sisters?” she prodded, her smile sincere as she grabbed the chair she’d placed before the window and turned it around to face the bed behind her. Sitting down, she crossed her legs with a swift, elegant move. “Umm, yeah, I got three sisters.”

“How nice.”

“Yeah.”

Silence ensued, making Murry notably uncomfortable. He rushed to fill it. “I think that’s why I’m so in tune with what women need, with what they want. I’m very in touch with my feminine side,” he proudly said.

“Of course you are,” she soothed.

“I can always go both ways. Know what I mean?” He eyed her when she remained silent. “Um. You wanna start with this?” he suddenly asked, looking puzzled.

“I was wondering if we could play a little game.” She smiled and glanced at the red toy devil on her nightstand. “See that little devil there? We spin it, like a bottle, and whoever gets the pitchfork gets to dare the other. I’m sure we can come up with all kinds of dares, aren’t you?”

There was a loud, obvious sound of a door slamming shut on the first floor.

“Oops,” Penelope said, her eyes widening in surprise. “I think I know who 
that
 is.”

And she could hardly believe her good fortune!

“Huh?” Murry asked, clearly confused.

She shooed her hands, hurrying him. “Now, if you will kindly remove your clothes and maybe do a little dance for me in your underwear, I’m sure it will help a lot.”

“Um…”

“Quickly!” she urged.

He was out of his clothes within seconds, and then began a slow, shake-your-booty dance in red thong underwear that appropriately displayed his tight buttocks and lovingly hugged his big package like a second skin. Penelope pasted a besotted smile on her face as she watched him until finally the door to her room burst open and there he was.

Jason Sheppy. Penelope’s heart did a double-flip, the blood suddenly rushing through her veins in an avalanche. He looked so gorgeous and so… 
positively jealous
. She’d never expected such excellent results from this impulsive plan of hers. She’d dearly hoped he might feel inclined to attend the game after all, but with Jason’s stubbornness, his reaction had been quite unpredictable. He was always so lazy and carefree. She knew how much he hated to have to work hard to achieve anything, and it was always up to Penelope or his golfing coach to pressure him to give his best. Well. Tada.

Penelope was getting his best tonight.

Actually, he seemed a little agitated. He was panting like a bull, hands clenched into fists at his sides, thick cords straining in his neck. His eyes were narrowed and glimmering menacingly at poor old Murry, who was still doing his little routine for her, shaking his butt with his hands placed behind his head, twirling all over the room as if any minute now she’d slip a dollar into his shorts.

“Get the hell out of here!”

Even Jason’s voice, usually casual and level, was now craggy and harsh. As if she completely missed the threat underlying his tone, Penelope smiled reassuringly at Murry, who turned to her with a quizzical expression on his face.

“Oh, never mind him,” she explained gently, waving a hand in dismissal. “Drop your underwear, please.”

Murry hooked his thumbs to the sides of his underwear and pulled it down while Jason’s whole body shook gravely with obvious consuming rage that tinted every inch of his skin a deep red color. He looked ready to murder someone—or maybe ready to fuck her, at long, long last.

“I said 
leave
, goddamn it, before I do something violent!”

“Jason!” Penelope chided, outraged. “You’re going to have to wait your turn. I’m paying a good two-thousand dollars for this lover boy here, and I’ll be damned if he leaves without giving me a much-needed orgasm.” Jason glowered at Murry, who was now completely naked, his soft cock dangling before him like a large, lazy elephant trunk, and Penelope felt 
very
 pleased with the evident envy on Jason’s face when he noticed. Then his anger seemed to intensify to magnificent proportions. His features suddenly twisted, nearly deformed with rage.

She found it terribly amusing.

That is, until his eyes landed on her—and the look in them was unquestionably deadly. Fear whipped inside her. He was not furious at the escort, she suddenly realized.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

His hoarse voice vibrated with a muted but unmistakable sound of rage. Penelope gripped the chair armrests and kept her smile in place even if it might cost her dearly.

Her insides were in turmoil. Her heart felt crowded with so much desire but now also with just a bit of fear. She had never seen him like this. Jason always seemed so cool. “I thought you’d like to watch him 
play
 with me,” she said casually. “Since you’re so good at spying and everything, and I’m no better than a toddler as far as you’re concerned.”

He walked toward her with slow, sure footsteps, his eyes almost murdering her on the spot. “You little 
bitch
.”

She sighed dramatically, fighting to appear calm. “Now that was uncalled for, Jason. I thought you said I was wholesome.”

“And are you really?” When Jason reached the chair, he grabbed her arms and pulled her up, his lips only a breath from hers. “You’re testing my nerves, Penelope.

I’ve a mind to fuck your brains out and give you what you deserve.”

Her heart raced with excitement. Finally. Finally! He was going to fuck her brains out. “No one’s stopping you,” she whispered.

“Did you honestly think I was going to stand there and watch while some bastard fucked you?”

“Well you’ve never shown much interest in doing it yourself, so I just figured—” 
“Damn you
! I was protecting you! From men like 
him
—and men like 
me
!”

His biceps bulged and rippled as he threw her down on the bed. She bounced once before instinctively backing away, only to notice he was stripping off his clothes.

“Damn it all to hell now. If you want to be used, fine, then 
I’m
 the one who’ll be using you!” He was shaking with rage as he undressed while she watched in fascination, her eyes greedily absorbing every newly revealed inch of bronzed, bare skin.

“You’re wrong, Jason,” she finally said. “You see… 
I’m
 the one who’s going to be using 
you
.”

“Is that right?” He slowly approached her, his angry eyes piercing to her insides like blue lasers. “
Never
 start a game you don’t know how to play, Penelope.”

He was fully naked now, and she had only a few precious seconds to marvel at how utterly beautiful his body was, all those sleek, tanned muscles. Not thick like Murry’s, but sinewy and hard. There was a faint tan line around his hips and for a moment she wished she could ask him to turn around so she could stare at what had to be a glorious, rock-hard butt. Instead, her eyes bulged at the front view. His cock was huge, throbbing, straining up toward the ceiling with pride. “Your little game is over. Now we’re playing 
my
 way.”

She could tell he was going to ravage her. Yes, he was—and he couldn’t do it fast enough to suit her.

“Take off that thing.”

Penelope didn’t need to be asked twice. She briskly pulled off her sexy sheer baby-doll, watching his reaction as she flung it aside. Her nakedness didn’t seem to appease his anger much but his eyes suddenly glowed with heat. Murry took a seat on the chair Penelope had previously occupied, his cock now fully erect as he sank back to watch.

“Open your legs.”

Penelope held her breath. Jason’s blue eyes—dark and deadly and right on target—

fixed hungrily on the apex of her legs as she slowly parted them. “Touch it. Touch your pussy.”

Penelope’s insides quivered as she slowly brushed her hand down her belly, grazing past the trimmed hairs until she held herself, hot and wet and ready in her palm.

“Spread your lips apart so I can see right into you.”

Spreading two fingers to each side of her labia, she pulled her lips wide. Growling in hunger, his cock quivering in his excitement, Jason bent forward, inching his face toward her pussy. She gasped when he licked her, like a dog, just one quick, fast lick inside the folds of her sex, making her moan for more. He pulled back slightly and stared, dark-eyed, right into her cunt as she held her entrance wide apart with her fingers.

Ten long heartbeats later, he finally dipped his head, his tongue gently lapping at her pussy. Biting her lower lip with a muffled cry, she shoved her hips up to his mouth, urging him to thrust his tongue deeper and lick and eat it all. His tongue followed the silent command, swiftly dipping inside.

That thick, hot tongue was thorough, a master of seduction as it rubbed the swollen muscles of her cunt, making her juices flow like warmed honey. She shivered under the slow, sensual strokes and stared unseeingly up at the ceiling, never having imagined his tongue could feel so wonderful.

“Where’s that plastic cock?” Jason asked, his voice harsh with need.

“On the table, beside the chair,” she said breathlessly, seizing the brief moment to try to steady her breath. He quickly grabbed it and handed it to her, his face tight with arousal.

“Put it inside you.”

She took it in her hands, hesitating for a moment.

“Put it inside you and masturbate. I want to see you.” There was determination in his voice, but she shook her head. “No, I want 
you
, Jason. It’s you I—”

“Hush.” He pressed a finger to his own lips, his jaw held so tight his teeth could’ve cracked. “Just do it.”

She closed her eyes, raising her hips as she thrust the dildo inside her, hissing out a sharp breath when it filled her.

Her eyes opened to find Jason standing before the bed, enveloping the length of his cock in his hands, his whole attention focused on her as he began to squeeze himself.

Murry was busy behind him, pulling hard at his cock, breaths short and fast.

Penelope met Jason’s gaze while she slowly continued to play with herself, pressing that dildo in deeper, slipping it out then back in again. It stretched the walls of her cunt so wide she thought it would break her in half, but still she wanted more, couldn’t push it deep enough.

Glancing down at Jason’s dick, her eyes misted with desire as she saw how slowly he stroked himself, rocking his hips while he did so, now cupping his testicles with his other hand. Using the binoculars, she’d once seen him masturbate over his bed while watching a porn movie. She had been so aroused just by watching him. But now, hearing the low, ragged sounds of his breathing, smelling the musky male scent of his arousal and sensing the warmth of his body so near, watching simply could not compare.

Jerking her hips upward, she pushed the dildo farther inside her, now oblivious to everything except the sweltering heat and the acute pain between her legs. She was moaning loudly, and she heard other sounds in the room too. Low, guttural sounds coming from Jason and deep, hungry groans coming from Murry. All three of them made agonized, delirious sounds of pleasure to create a hot, dark symphony that seemed to echo in the room.

Jason pulled at his cock, jerking it arduously, sweat beading his brow as he watched her lift her hips to receive the dildo up to her core, fully, completely. Her breasts bounced at the force of her thrusts, jerked and jiggled as she moved. When that tension, that promising pain became unbearable, she cried out and shuddered at the same moment his semen shot in the air and his body shook in tremors.

The escort screamed behind them, coming loud and hard in a shattering earthquake that could’ve shaken the floor beneath them.

A deathly silence descended over the room the next minute, stark and dreary compared to the wanton music that had preceded it. When Penelope finally recovered, she lazily sat up on the bed, meeting Murry’s warm brown gaze and crooking her finger at him with a wicked glint in her eye. “Come here, big boy.”