Wild (6 page)

Another round of pool and a few more drinks later, and my brain was buzzing with liquor and need for the new girl in town. She bent over the pool table and shook her ass, my eyes taking in the lush curves of her body—the tight buds of her nipples, the legs that went up to nearly there—had my brain short-circuiting with the promise of getting up and under that skirt.

I’d managed to keep it under control after I’d fingered her at the pool table, but she’d upped her game. She’d gotten touchy-feely, her fingers drifting across her body, pulling the thick hair off her neck, revealing damp skin. Her hips swayed to the heavy beat of the rock music that piped through the speakers.

Kat drew a crowd. All eyes in the joint were on her and her beautiful body and she didn’t even realize it; she only had eyes for me. Such a lucky fucking bastard I was.

“Another drink, Dillon,” I murmured as the waitress walked by and brushed against my arm.

“No can do, Wild. Last call was fifteen ago.” She placed a hand on my arm. “Looks like you’re having fun tonight. She leave you high and dry?” Dillon looked around the room for Kat.

“Hardly. Bathroom break.”

“Ahh.” Dillon and I had a casual relationship. I’d stayed a lot of nights after closing and we’d fucked on the bar, in the back room, anywhere the need took us. We were hardly friends; I saw her only in this context. Come to think of it, I didn’t even know where she lived.

“Well, pack it up, cowboy. Unless you think she’d . . .?” Dillon arched one perfect eyebrow and nodded toward the restroom where Kat had disappeared.

I chuckled. “I don’t think so.” She was implying a threesome, something we’d done before, but not something I thought Kat would be into.

“You sure about that? She seems pretty . . . open,” she whispered in my ear and nipped at my lobe before pulling away. I sucked my lip between my teeth as I thought about the two of them together. Hands and lips and tits. A groan escaped my throat at the vision.

I stood from the barstool, grabbed Kat’s leather jacket, and headed down the hallway to wait for her. I leaned against the wall, head bent, her leather over my arm, one foot resting against the wall behind me. I wasn’t sure yet where we were going, but there was no way this shit was over. Her place or mine, I needed her tonight. Had to get inside that tight body and lose myself in her scent for a while. And maybe this time, she wouldn’t run off in the morning.

“I’m ready,” she murmured. I looked up into her dazzling eyes, hooded and glazed with alcohol and lust. Her lips were bright red from all the kisses I’d been stealing throughout the night.

“Come here, Sugar.” I pulled her into my arms, my hands cupping her face while I kissed her fiercely. With my lips pressed to hers, she moaned and nipped before pulling away and trailing her lips down my neck. I thrust my head back against the wall and gave into her, gave into her sweet seduction, the sexual tension bouncing between us in waves.

“Wild . . .” she moaned as she popped the button on my jeans and slid her palm in, grabbing my dick and tugging.

“Fuck, baby.” I slid my hands up her thighs, hiking her dress up as the bass pounded around us in the dim hallway. We were as alone as we could be in a public place.

I heaved her up onto my hips and her legs wrapped around me in an instant. She ground her body against mine, her head thrown back as she moaned, my lips trailing up her skin and nipping at her throat.

“So fucking hot. Teasing me all night, I just want inside you.” I shoved a hand between us and slipped my fingers beneath her panties.

“Take me. Right here. I need you,” she purred.

“You like me touching your pussy in public, baby?”

One hand cupped her ass cheek, holding her against me, as my other played with the swollen flesh between her legs.

“Mmm, so beautiful.” Another pair of hands wrapped around Kat’s body and played with the pebbled nipples beneath her dress. Kat groaned in pleasure before her eyes fluttered open and came to meet mine.

“You like it when she touches you?” I watched her green eyes light with realization before she turned her head to see Dillon pressed against her back, fondling Kat’s tits. Kat sucked her full lips between her teeth, sex and fear blazing in her eyes. “Let go, baby. Just feel.” I thrust my fingers inside her hot pussy and felt the arousal running down my hand. Dillon was making her even hotter. Jesus Christ, this girl was a constant surprise.

“You have perfect tits. Round and full,” Dillon whispered along Kat’s neck before her eyes closed and a soft moan escaped her lips. “Can I?” Dillon stepped to the side and licked her lips, nodding her head. I arched an eyebrow at her before she gave each of Kat’s breasts one firm squeeze and then tugged down the fabric of her low cut dress. She pulled the lace of Kat’s bra to one side and then ducked, her soft blonde hair falling across Kat’s chest, whispering across the pale skin and pebbling her nipples further.

She sucked one of Kat’s firm nipples between her lips and pulled, kneading the soft flesh between her fingers. A loud groan escaped Kat’s lips as I tugged the fabric of her panties aside and ran my aching erection between her swollen lips. A woman touched another woman differently than a man did. When I got my hands on her body, I was rough, demanding, couldn’t get enough of her; but when Dillon kneaded Kat’s beautiful tits, it was a slow massage, feeling and savoring, for her own pleasure as much as Kat’s. It was a sight to behold. Possibly the most beautiful thing on earth, one woman pleasuring another.

Kat arched and rocked against me as I teased at her entrance, my eyes trained on Dillon’s lips sucking and pulling at Kat’s nipples. I slid between her wet flesh, grinding and tilting my hips into her pussy and rubbing against her clit before a choked moan escaped Kat’s throat as she clutched Dillon’s blonde hair between her fingers and held her lips to her breast as her body shuddered with release. Hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen and had me nearly blowing my load before I’d even gotten inside her hot body.

I’d had threesomes before, but watching Kat, someone so sassy and seemingly innocent, come undone with my dick teasing her flesh and Dillon’s mouth on her tits had my head and dick pounding with uncontrollable need.

Kat came down from the high of her climax, weak and sated. Her head fell on my shoulder, hair a wild, beautiful mess.

“She’s something,” Dillon murmured as she arched an eyebrow at me. As if Kat was hearing Dillon for the first time, her head shot up and she looked to her, then me. Her beautiful cheeks turned a bright shade of red. I laughed as Kat tucked her head back into my shoulder.

“Oh my God,” she groaned.

“Don’t go shy now, Sugar. That was hot. No need to be shy, takin’ what you need.” I lifted her head from my shoulder and held her chin, running a thumb across her swollen lips. A small smile lifted her mouth before she glanced to Dillon and back to me, a small frown tugging them back down.

“Thanks for letting me play, but I think you two are on your own tonight.” Dillon wiggled her eyebrows at me. She was a great fucking girl. Never strings attached. Always just down for some fun and had the ability to walk away.

“Later, Dillon,” I muttered.

“Wild.” She tipped her head and then turned and walked down the hall and out of sight.

“That was so embarrassing,” Kat moaned into my neck.

“Embarrassing is the last thing it was. Now can we go and finish this? That’s two orgasms you owe me.” I tucked my dick back in my pants with one hand before pushing off the wall, her legs still wrapped around my hips.

“Keeping score?” She arched an eyebrow while her arms wrapped around my neck, holding on.

“Always.” I walked out of the bar into the cool night air and headed straight for my truck.

“What about my car?”

“We’ll get it tomorrow.”

“What about—”

“I don’t care.”

“But—”

“Listen, Sugar. I’ve had my fingers inside your body twice tonight, had my dick sliding against your pussy, watched another woman suck on your tits and you had an orgasm so intense, I could feel you pulsing against my cock. I need to get inside you. Now.”

“Fuck.”

“Exactly.” I lifted her inside my truck. She slid across the bench seat and I crawled in after her, started the engine, and pulled out of the nearly empty parking lot.

“You’re so fucking hot.”

“Good to know you like what you see.” My hands tightened on the steering wheel as she stroked my dick over my jeans.

“How far?” she whimpered before lifting up on her knees. I arched an eyebrow as she slid onto my lap, a knee on either side of my hips as I drove down the empty main street of downtown. Wind-whipped leaves flew across the glow of the streetlights before I turned down a side street.

“Didn’t you just get off? You’re an animal.” I teased as she ground her satin-covered pussy against my cock, her dress scrunched way up around her waist. I sucked my lip between my teeth as I slid one hand down her body and underneath her panties to palm the flesh of her backside. Her soft body worked against mine, grinding into my dick. Dry humping never felt so fucking good.

“I want you. Now,” she growled in my ear and tugged on my lobe. I pushed further into her panties and caressed her slick flesh from behind.

“I want this. Right here.” I fingered her back entrance and her head fell back as I played and teased her. Somehow, I managed to pull into my driveway, shrouded in trees, but with neighbors on either side. Thankfully, I lived in a neighborhood where all the neighbors were older and long since asleep.

“Bed,” I growled as I turned off the truck and slid her out of the cab, still clinging to my hips.

“Here.”

“Sugar.” I smiled as I kissed at her lips, her hands trailing up into my shirt and against my chest.

“Here, Wild,” she whispered as we backed up the steps to the front porch. Her back landed at my front door and she pulled my head down to her lips and pressed my mouth to hers. She moaned and dragged her teeth along my bottom lip.

“Fuck, Sugar.” I pulled away and touched my lips. If by some chance I wasn’t bleeding, there sure would be a bruise in the morning.

“Yes, please,” she whispered as she looked up at me beneath her eyelashes.

“Didn’t know you were such an exhibitionist.” I trailed my hands up her thighs, lifting her dress as I inched my way up.

“Hurry, I’m so fucking wet, Lane.”

A groan escaped my throat. I hated when people used my real name. It brought back so many memories I wanted to stay long buried. Wild fit so much better.

“You ready for me?”

“So ready.” She slipped her hand into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down her legs. My eyes widened in shock as I looked to either side of us. The street was silent, as it should be at three in the morning. No lights in the houses surrounding mine, and the overgrown trees that littered my front yard more than sheltered us from anyone who might still happen to be up. “Not up for it, playboy?” She popped the button on my jeans and pulled my zipper down.

“Lean back against the door,” I growled as I took a step away from her. Her eyes flared with fear and confusion. “Lift up your dress. Let me see you.” I took my dick in my hands and stroked it as I watched her. Her eyes flickered down my body and realization dawned as she watched me pleasure myself while I took her in.

Her eyes shot to mine and then she leaned back against my front door, eyes blazing as she slowly inched her dress up her body, the scrap of her panties around her ankles.

“Touch yourself.”

She licked her lips and then slid her other hand down her body slowly, watching me watch her, before she curled her fingers into the wet flesh between her thighs.

“Harder. Imagine it’s me. My head between your legs, licking, sucking, biting.” I gritted my teeth as I watched her swirl her fingers, glistening in the moonlight with her own juices. “Harder. You know I’d be harder, babe.” I tugged on my dick and slid my thumb over the head, spreading the drop of pre-cum around. She had me so fucking hard I thought about jerking myself off right here on my porch so when I finally got inside her, I would last for more than two thrusts. “Shove your fingers inside your pussy and say my name.”

She thrust two fingers inside her wet entrance and moaned, “Lane.”

“Not that name,” I growled. I needed to steer her far away from using that name. I was seriously pissed off with whoever had told her that. “And add another finger.”

She moaned and slowly slid a third finger into her cunt. Her breathing hitched and her hips rocked back and forth. “Wild, oh, Wild,” she whimpered and I could see she was moments away from exploding again.

A car turned down the street and headlights splashed across my front yard for an instant. Her head whipped up, her eyes shining with fear and, I was sure, a look of excitement.

“They can’t see us, Sugar. Right here. Listen to me.”

Her eyes found mine. She was trusting me, holding her dress up, fingers in her pussy as she moaned against my front door.

“That’s right, baby, pretend you’re riding my face. Pretend my mouth is on your cunt.”

Suddenly, her whole body shuddered as she pumped her fingers in and out of her body and she came with a soft moan. “Fuck, Sugar,” I groaned as my release hit me and cum shot out on the ground at my feet. I pumped and arched my neck, succumbing to the climax. She slumped against the door, sated, her dress falling as her arms hung at her sides. She sucked in sharp breaths of night air, small puffs escaping in their wake.