The McGilley Trilogy (12 page)

Unable to stifle her moan this time, it slipped out with all the pain and frustration of her constant denial. But when he released her nipple and slid down to her pussy, his other hand never letting up from tormenting her ass in a steady barrage of slaps, and cupped her aching, seeping crotch, she almost came right then and there. Just the feel of him palming her sensitive flesh, pressing up against her pussy was almost enough to get her off. But, once again sensing how close she was to release, he backed off with both hands, casually stroked over her puffy, swollen folds while lightly caressing her red, abused cheeks before taking his hands off her completely.

Brett wasn’t sure who his punishment was harder on, him or her. If he didn’t get his cock into her soon, he was running the risk of having that appendage act without his consent. Helping Kayla stand up, his look lingered on her very red ass long enough to reassure himself there wouldn’t be any permanent marks after the red faded but confident that that would take a while, he looked into her flushed, frustrated face and simply raised a brow, waiting for her response.

His look was a little too smug for Kayla’s liking, so, no matter how difficult it was, she smiled sweetly at him and asked, “Can we go see what’s going on in the other rooms now?” The snickers from the people standing behind them accompanied the surprise on Brett’s face and were all she needed to know that she had once again caught him unawares by doing the unexpected.

He should have known, Brett thought ruefully as he once again took her hand. When had she ever done what he wanted, needed her to do? “Come on, then. Let’s see what else I can torment you with,” he said, wondering if he was going to end up being the one tormented the most from this lesson.

Chapter Seven

The next room was set up as an office and seeing a woman sprawled on top of the desk much like Kayla had been on Brett’s desk yesterday, the man in front of her plowing into her with as much enthusiasm as Brett had fucked her, made her toss a cheeky grin up at him. Brett tightened the arm he had around her waist as he slipped between her legs with his other hand again, this time to take a simple, slow glide up her seam with one finger, barely entering her, just lightly grazing her clit as he returned her cheeky smile.
Just enough,
Kayla thought darkly
, to keep her arousal teetering on the edge, never enough to send her over the cliff.
Damn it.

“Let’s see if you like our doctor’s office,” he said as he led her to the next room.

Kayla gasped as she saw a woman carnally displayed on an examining table, her legs strapped in stirrups that were spread wide, her pussy completely bare and open for all to see everything. A man sat on a small stool between her legs, his mouth buried in her crotch as another man suckled voraciously on her breasts. Picturing herself so lewdly displayed sent a shiver down her spine and she really didn’t know if it was due to excitement or trepidation at the thought that Brett might want to play with her in this room. Of course, the woman was so busy coming in the man’s mouth, her pleasure so acute she was screaming with it, maybe the experience would be worth the humiliation, or maybe it was the very exposure that heightened the experience. She was beginning to realize just how inexperienced she really was with kinky sex, and just how much she wanted to continue to explore it with Brett, who was once again playing with her nipples and pussy, making sure her excitement remained at a high level.

“Are you imagining yourself there, Kayla,” he asked as he bent and nipped at her neck at the same time as he rasped over her clit. Her shiver and low moan made him smile, her wetness and stiff nipples pushed him near the desperate point and her compliance with the evening so far made him realize this night wasn’t going to end with her walking away from both him and her continued desire to explore sex with him.

“Yes,” she admitted breathlessly. “But in my imagination, I’m coming as much as that woman instead of being continually denied that pleasure. Brett, please, I really don’t think I can take much more of your teasing.”

It was the desperate capitulation he heard in her voice that had him relenting, that and his own desperate arousal coupled with the need to get this night back on the original track, that of discouraging her interest in him. “Come with me,” he stated brusquely taking her hand and leading her back into the main room and over to a vacant area on the bench. Maybe letting her know he wanted to deflower her virgin ass here, in front of an audience, would do the trick. If so, he would fuck her again, make sure she came several times and send her home knowing he had succeeded without causing her any harm. Without further ado, he turned her and pushed her shoulders down, but Kayla was already anticipating him.

Bracing herself on her elbows, Kayla arched her back, spread her legs and prayed he was done leading her on. A few, hard swats landed on her still sore buttocks, but reviving that pain only added to her excitement and when he followed those with a slow, exploring caress of her entire ass, the dual sensations fueled her lust even higher. “Oh, God, Brett, yes,” she groaned as his hand moved slowly down her crack, his finger stroking her small, sensitive asshole before delving between her soaked folds.

Brett went right for her clit, grasping that small bundle of nerves between his thumb and forefinger and milked it until she was screaming in pleasure, just like she said she wanted to. Once she lay shuddering in a boneless heap on the bench, he scooped up some of the copious juices she had just released and returned his fingers to her anus. Bending over her, he slowly pushed two wet digits past her tight rim as he said, “This is what I want from you tonight, Kayla. Your ass, here, now, in front of all these people.”

Kayla was still reeling from the most powerful climax she had ever experienced, her mind still in the clouds from soaring so high she thought she’d never come back down, never wanted to return to earth. But his words sent her plummeting there just as quickly as his invading fingers ratcheted up her arousal once more. Whimpering against the onslaught of conflicting emotions and sensations, she came to terms with the fact that no matter how uncomfortable she was at the thought of experiencing this new act in public, unsure if she was going to like being taken in such a taboo way, she knew if she didn’t agree, Brett would use it as an excuse to not invite her back here. Luckily, the feel of his fingers brushing against sensitive nerve endings he had been responsible for letting her know she had made her decision all that much easier.

“Yes, okay, Brett. Do it, do it now.”
Do it before I can change my mind
, she thought as he slowly withdrew his fingers.

Brett didn’t waste time being surprised, his own lust raging out of control and demanding release had him both cursing her and blessing her for giving him what he wanted as he released his engorged cock into one hand while he retrieved a tube of lubricant from his pocket. Setting aside his frustration at realizing that tonight wasn’t going to put an end to her pursuit, ignoring the small twinge of relief that speared through him credited to that same realization, he made short work of lubing his fingers and cock before returning to the treasure she was gifting him with.

Kayla breathed a sigh of relief when she felt his fingers return to her back orifice and slide easily inside this time. His silence had unnerved her so much she refused to look back at him. She had sensed his determination all night to drive her away, but then he had done everything possible to make sure she concentrated on her arousal instead of what she was doing and who was watching. It was those little signs of caring that kept her coming back to him, that aided in her pursuit of exploring this lifestyle with no one but him and what had her creaming her thighs again so quickly as that caring again manifested in the gentle way he was preparing her ass for his cock.

In and out, his fingers slowly pumped her, spreading her and arousing her to a fever pitch so that by the time he withdrew them and the bulbous head of his cock was knocking on her back door, she was more than ready to take him. The first feel of him penetrating her rectum was accompanied by discomfort and the feel of his fingers thrusting in her pussy, his thumb landing unerringly on her clit. With an expertise that boasted experience, he brought her to a quick climax just as he slid with slow precision inside her.

Kayla exploded with pleasure, pleasure she felt coming from both her pussy and ass, pleasure that had her writhing on his cock, taking him slowly deeper, her discomfort lessening as it sent her spiraling once again to a place it seemed only he could take her.

Brett watched his cock sink slowly into her untried ass, listened to her cries of ecstasy as he pumped his fingers inside her spasming pussy, feeling the walls of her vagina and her rectum closing tightly around both his fingers and cock. He tried pumping inside her slowly, taking her with care, giving her the ultimate pleasure from this new experience, but as usual, Kayla was having none of that. Thrusting back against him, she gyrated her hips in a way that drove him crazy, egging him on until he had no choice but to leave her warm, still clutching pussy and grab her hips with both hands.

“Damn it, Kayla, hold still. I’m trying not to hurt you.” A few laughs could be heard behind him and the couple fucking next to them both looked over with smiling faces, but Brett kept his concentration on making his strokes slow and deep for maximum pleasure.

“Harder, Brett, please, I can take it,” she begged, not really sure whether she could or not. All she knew was she wanted to feel the full effect of him taking her this way, that it felt so damn good she wanted to experience yet another awesome orgasm. Not even hearing people talk and moving around them could deter her from pushing back against him in an effort to get him to move faster, go deeper.

Brett’s own arousal had been put on hold too long and he gave in to her demands by increasing his thrusts, going deeper and faster until his balls drew so taut they could no longer slap against her thighs and he was ejaculating deep inside her just as she once again exploded in pleasure, this time without the aid of his fingers.
How fucking awesome was that
, he thought just before the pleasure made thinking impossible. Without a doubt, Kayla had once again succeeded in leading him where he didn’t want to go.

Brett entered Casey’s the next night hoping his luck at poker would be better than his luck with Kayla last night. He was still tempted to kick himself, or have his brothers do it for him, for inviting Kayla back to the club next weekend. When he realized he had failed last night to deter her from pursuing both him and his lifestyle, his first thought was to try again. Stupid, he was now thinking as he stopped at the bar, poured himself a bourbon and made his way to their table. Having her come back, fucking her again and again was only going to encourage her, and, as much as he had enjoyed last night, enjoyed introducing her to new and sexually exciting things and watching her response to them, he hadn’t changed his mind about becoming involved with her. No matter how much he liked her, how much he got a kick out of her teasing and flirting, how refreshing her unique openness was or that her enthusiasm for life and exploring new experiences was as flamboyant as her attire, it couldn’t change the fact that she was still fifteen years younger than he and would eventually want more from him than he was willing to give.

Which still left him with the dilemma of how to steer her away from him without destroying that zest for life that he found so endearing. Cursing himself once again for not sending her home with another order to behave and stay away from him and the club, he took a seat across from Colin who was eyeing him with a glint in his eyes and a half smile on his lips.

“What?” he asked irritably.

“Your little stalker didn’t seem to be put off by anything last night. That was your goal in asking her there, wasn’t it?” Colin asked even though he was sure of the answer. Of the three of them, Brett was the most determined to be sure he was as responsible in dealing with relationships and sex as their father was irresponsible, probably because Brett’s mother, Maryann, had been married to Casey and they were a family for a short time whereas Colin and Donovan had never known their mothers or had to suffer through the breakup of their family. He knew Brett took his own divorce as a personal failure even though he, Donovan and especially Brett’s mother had repeatedly tried convincing him that he wasn’t to blame for his wife’s infidelity or for refusing to forgive her when he found out.

“I don’t know why I was surprised at how easily, and enthusiastically, she got into the scene last night. That girl hasn’t done a predictable thing since I met her. Since public ass deflowering didn’t do the trick, you got any suggestions?”

“You asked her back again next week?”

“Yeah, stupid, huh?” he answered dryly. “I’m wondering if my willingness to share her will open her pretty eyes to the reality of what even just a sexual relationship with me would entail. Watching and fantasizing about a ménage is totally different from participating, and it would definitely make her see I’m not into committed relationships.” He refused to dwell on or even ponder why sharing her made his gut clench uncomfortably even as imagining her response to four hands, two mouths and two cocks had him hardening uncomfortably.

Colin’s own gut clenched as he remembered vividly his last ménage and the battle he had waged with himself ever since. “Either Mitch or Donovan would be good choices to assist you. You know you can trust her with them.”

Just as he knew Colin wouldn’t offer himself, Brett thought, and wondered again what happened the night before his partner’s death that had caused his brother such pain.

“What are you volunteering me for?” Donovan asked as he joined them, an irritable frown on his face as he eyed the two of them warily.

“Relax. We’re not planning on telling you it’s your turn to represent the family and the farm at the Association’s auction that’s coming up quickly, even though you’ve never done your time in a tux,” Brett drawled. Every year the American Saddlebred Horse Association put on a formal charity function, one every breeder attended as well as some high ranking public officials and wealthy icons of Lexington’s society. Even before Donovan had returned from Iraq scarred, he had always preferred his horses to hobnobbing with society’s elite, no matter how worthy the cause. He had friends and he had women, but visited them only when he needed to escape the demons he refused to discuss with them.