Dangerous interference, p.10
Dangerous Interference, page 10
“No, that line’s a first for me. But since I’m a sure thing, it was unnecessary.” She didn’t need empty compliments from men, especially men she wouldn’t see again after another two weeks. She’d had plenty of rejections, no doubt, but there were enough men who weren’t picky about body shapes to keep her happy as well as her bedside buddy. Although, as she struggled not to drool over Nash’s cock, hard and seeping with its readiness to fuck, she knew she would never reach the heights these two could take her on her own.
“It’s not a line. Neither of us need to toss out platitudes to get what we want. You should know that.”
Randy’s growled admonishment accompanied a sharp bite on the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder.
“Okay, fine, just… please.” She all but whimpered when he added a pinch to her right nipple to go with the little throb in her shoulder. Then her mind became completely frazzled when he lifted her right leg under the knee and pushed her thigh out to the side, the move parting her bare folds and affording Nash an excellent glimpse of her wet pink channel.
“You want him, Alena? Look over.”
Randy’s demand came with a nudge under her chin, and she saw Bryan, Kevin, and Carlee sitting at a picnic table, burgers in hands and their avid gazes on the three of them. “I…”
“Right here, right now. Yes or no?”
Between that low, gravelly voiced demand, her hot, throbbing buttocks, the titillating decadence of outdoor exposure, and the lust reflected in Nash’s eyes, there could be only one answer. “Yes.”
Nash almost crumpled from relief as he sheathed himself and stepped between her legs. “Clasp your hands behind your neck,” he ordered as he slid two fingers inside her gaping pussy. Finding her soaking didn’t surprise him, but the quick, tight clench of those slick walls around his fingers did. Between the tiny contractions pulling at him and the glazed look in her eyes, he suspected she could explode in climax with just the lightest touch in the right place.
“Good girl,” he praised her when she obeyed without comment. With her arms raised and elbows bent, her breasts were lifted in prominent display, the pebble-hard nipples pointing in blatant need toward him.
He and Randy had talked this scene through, and with a nod at his friend, Nash reached behind her and gripped her still warm buttocks, spreading them for the invasion of Randy’s fingers first. He chuckled when she closed her eyes on a low groan.
“Like that, do you?”
“Damn it,” she snapped, her eyes flying open again to glare up at his smug face. “Can’t we get on with it?” Those two thick fingers invading her anus stroked slow and deep until her dark channel burned and throbbed as much as her pussy and her butt, the three erogenous zones pulsing with such need, it turned her lightheaded.
Nash shifted enough to land a blistering swat on her labia and exposed clit, the slap echoing around them as loud as her startled cry. “Forget who’s in charge already?”
“That would be impossible.” It took supreme effort on her part to get herself under control, her spiraling need coiling that much tighter, that much higher with another painful incitement.
“Is this what you want?” He slid into her one slow inch at a time, torturing them both with his slow entry. When she struggled in his tight hold of her ass, he gave her buttocks a hard squeeze, another reminder to behave.
“Ow! Don’t I get credit for keeping my arms in place?” Sheesh, these guys were strict, and why did that increase her excitement instead of dampening it?
“Of course you do, baby.” Randy’s whisper in her ear set off a shiver of goosebumps down her body as he nipped then licked her lobe. “Here’s your reward.”
He lifted her right leg even higher, pulled her thigh out even further, then Nash followed with several fast, deep plunges.
“Yes,” she cried out, and would have been mortified over her exuberant, loud response if his strategic aims didn’t have her coming undone with the sweetest explosion of ecstasy she’d ever experienced.
Between the thick rod ploughing her sheath and the deep, thrusting invasion into her back hole, the tight clench of large hands on her buttocks, and being sandwiched between the two of them, what choice did she have but to let go and follow where they led her?
Chapter Seven
By the time Alena came down from the incredible high of her climax, Nash had already adjusted his pants. Randy removed his fingers from her ass, his arm now a steel band around her waist, his denim-covered cock still pressing with scratchy insistence against her buttocks. Standing naked between two fully clothed men added to her heady aura, turned her on in a way she’d never been before. A quick glance toward the shore revealed her audience still watched and what she could detect of their looks from this distance, they were in no hurry to return inside the house. Between their voyeurism, Nash’s smug look, and the hard press against Randy’s body keeping her arousal simmering, the need to exert some control over the situation, if not herself, exerted itself.
Pulling out of Randy’s embrace, she shocked them by grabbing the cushion off the lounge, tossing it at Randy’s feet, and dropping to her knees before him. “Can’t leave you hanging, now can we?” She smiled with teasing promise as she reached up and took her time undoing his jeans, taking care when she lowered the zipper over his thick bulge.
“No, I certainly wouldn’t want that.” It took every ounce of Randy’s control to let her keep the lead, to hold back from clasping his hands on her bright red head and pushing his erection past those plump lips. The sparkle in her eyes drew a smile from him, the warm grip of her hand wrapping around his shaft forced an indrawn breath, and those soft lips closing around his cock head provoked a low groan.
He thought holding her for Nash to fuck had been difficult to endure, but her talented mouth and tongue were proving to be a bigger threat to maintaining his rigid control. A slow stroke with her moist tongue along the sensitive area just under the crown sent a lightning bolt of heat straight down his dick to set his balls aflame. With a suffering moan of surrender, he reached up and pulled off the band holding her hair back, tunneled his fingers through the long strands then tightened his hands on her skull.
“More, baby.”
That deep, guttural demand excited Alena as much as having him in her mouth and knowing Nash and the others watched. Even so, she refused to relinquish complete control over the situation. Suckling his smooth crown, she reached behind him and shoved his jeans down far enough to grip his taut buttocks. Both globes clenched under her hands as he pushed past the tight clasp of her lips into her mouth. Swiping just once over his seeping slit, she took a slow, tongue-licking journey down his ridged root, taking her time lapping around his girth, stroking each thick, pulsing vein while taking as much of his length in her mouth as she could. When his tip bumped her throat, she breathed a sigh of relief as he loosened his hands and allowed her to pull back with ease.
Moaning around his shaft, she fed with ravenous intent as both of them battled for control of her movements. He tried to hold her head still, but her assault, as she intended, proved too much for him. She pulled up as soon as his grip eased, tormented his cap again with tantalizing sweeps of her tongue over and over his oozing slit until he all but shook before her and his low curses colored the air around them.
“Problem, mate?” Nash asked from behind her, his dry tone laced with amusement.
“Yeah, she’s too fucking good at this and I’m not… fuck,” he hissed when she took him deep again before releasing him and nibbling down his shaft until she could draw one testicle into the warm cavern of her damp mouth.
She wanted to laugh, but held back to feast on his balls, as that seemed to rev up his engine as much as sucking his cock. Kneading his buttocks had him quickening even more, and when she shifted her right hand between his cheeks to graze over his puckered back hole, another curse accompanied the drawing tightness of his sac.
Not yet ready to give him what he wanted, she took his cock deep again, licking his pre-cum before nipping her way down his shaft.
“What the hell, Alena?” Randy struggled with the way the slight sting from her sharp teeth eased his orgasm back even as his cock grew harder. Looking up from her bright, bent head, he told Nash, “Our girl knows a few tricks of her own.”
“I’d be surprised if she didn’t.”
He wasn’t fooled. Nash may look and sound unaffected as he leaned against the rail with his arms and feet crossed in a relaxed pose, but the bulge tenting his slacks gave him away.
“True.” Tightening his hands, Randy ordered, “Enough,” then took full control by holding her head immobile for his short, jabbing thrusts into her mouth, intent on getting back where he was before she’d short-changed him.
She tried, but this time there was no loosening of his hold. Warmth infused her entire body from his show of strength and control, her sheath seeping as much as his cock, her nipples beading into painful pinpoints of renewed need. Her traitorous body responded with as much enthusiasm as it had to the invasion of Nash’s cock fifteen minutes ago, as if she hadn’t had relief in days instead of just minutes.
Taking the easy way out, she worked his cock like a pro, sucking with hard pulls as he withdrew, licking, stroking with fast swirls when he shoved back in, never relinquishing her hold on the head of his cock. His quick jerks heralding his climax set her core to spasming, the first taste of his orgasm on her tongue had her squeezing his ass in an effort to keep him there, right there until he let go with a shout. Working to swallow every drop, she managed to ignore her own unrelieved state to bask in the knowledge she had driven both men to lose control, an experience almost as heady as her own climax.
“You can’t say I didn’t pass this test also,” she stated with confidence as she rose on shaky legs and reached for her swimsuit.
“No, luv, we most assuredly can’t say that. Sheriff, do we have our own sub for Saturday?”
“You’re in, Alena, but remember, Nash’s true identity stays between us and leave any subtle questioning up to us. You’re along for observance only, agree?”
“Agree. Thank you.”
* * *
The next few days dragged for Alena. She was anxious for Saturday to roll around so she could get her first chance to meet Kevin Hirst and his friends—the last known people to have seen Ashley before she’d disappeared. Any sign from them they knew more than they were letting on would be welcome. She’d take any lead, no matter how minuscule, at this point.
Exiting the donut shop with a gooey cherry turnover in her hand, she rehashed her call to her mother last night with a grimace. Her tone slurred, she had begged Alena to find Ashley, sobbed over the grief of not knowing. That was one time she hadn’t blamed her mother too much for numbing her sorrows with alcohol. The not knowing had worn her down also, kept her awake at night as she’d fretted over her sister’s whereabouts. Even though she still believed Ash had exerted her typical willful negligence and had taken off with someone of short acquaintance then found herself in trouble, that did little to ease her mind. Her sibling had been a trial for the past eleven years, but she would never wish harm to come to her, and refused to even consider someone might be hurting her at this very moment. The most she could hope for was her safe return and a hard enough learned lesson to straighten her out.
Sinking her teeth into the turnover, she cast a look around her, experiencing another irritating stab of disappointment when she didn’t see either of the guys lurking about, keeping tabs on her. How could she have grown accustomed to having them cramp her every movement in such a short time? She hadn’t seen or heard from either of them the last three days, not even from a distance. It didn’t help she could still feel a twinge of soreness from both of them spanking her, just enough of a reminder of the heated pain that had led to a scorching release to make her want more and question her sanity for about the millionth time since meeting those two.
She tried masturbating to thoughts of previous lovers, memories of encounters she had always thought were awesome sexual experiences. But those memories paled in comparison to the pleasures both English and the sheriff had given her with their hard hands and even harder cocks. She swore if they ruined her for anyone else, she would make them pay, she just wasn’t sure how she would do it. The encounter on her boat showed her all too clearly the hold they had on her. It was just sex, she knew that, but amazing sex, especially new experiences she never dreamed she’d get off on. She would get over it, and them, when they found Ashley and she returned home. Just thinking of New York, her challenging job, her friends and the hangouts they liked to frequent, sent a wrench of longing through her that equaled the pang she experienced every time she found herself searching for a glimpse of the guys. If she didn’t get away from this small town soon with its friendly residents and panty-dampening sheriff and his friend, she would go nuts, or nuttier than they had already made her.
Taking her time, she strolled to the end of the street and found a bench in the city park to sit on and finish her breakfast. Sipping her coffee, she smiled at the toddlers romping on the elaborate playset, their mothers keeping a close eye on them. Lifting her camera, she snapped a few shots, then took one of an older couple walking hand in hand with their toy poodle along one of the paths lining the woods. She never went to any parks at home, was either too busy on the weekends or found the effort it would take to get to one after work not worth it. And, of course, she would not venture into one after dark, not even with a group of friends. There had been too many early morning calls for her to do her job at a crime scene that had occurred the night before in a park, sometimes involving multiple victims. Strange, she mused, that she had never felt the slightest fear being out on her boat, alone, at night. Other than Ashley’s disappearance, this area seemed devoid of any real crime.
Finishing off her last bite, she tossed the wrapper in the trash bin and stood just as Mort and Edna from the B & B waved to her.
“Morning, dear,” Edna called, her hand clutched in her husband’s and a smile on her lined face. “Nice to see you again. Stop in sometime before you leave and we’ll treat you to breakfast.”
“Thank you, I’ll do that.” Bemused over the nice overture, Alena made her way back to her car while pulling out her phone and placing her weekly call to Portland PD. A few minutes later, she drove back to the marina, frustrated and even more anxious for Saturday to get here. Even though the odds of learning anything at a sex party were slim, it was at least a possibility, which was all she had right now.
* * *
“Here you go.” Carlee set Alena’s plate of fried chicken in front of her.
“Thanks, Carlee, this looks great.” Bored out of her mind this evening, Alena returned to town to avoid giving in to the temptation to spy on the Hirsts again, wishing now she hadn’t promised the guys she would behave. She did enjoy taking a ski lift ride up the small mountain slope and the abundance of vistas it afforded her for photographing, but with the evening looming and nothing to do, she came to the diner to make sure she could face Carlee again without wanting to hide in mortification. Carlee took the worry out of that when she greeted her as if she had never witnessed her and the guys going at it three days ago.
“I haven’t seen you with the sheriff or Nash lately. Everything okay?” she asked in her straightforward way.
“You mean not since our little show the other day?” Alena surprised herself with how easily she could bring up her exhibitionism and not feel awkward or embarrassed.
Carlee chuckled. “I should thank you for that. Bryan jumped me the minute you pulled away. I’m surprised the picnic table held up.”
The picture made her smile, but she couldn’t help asking, “In front of Kevin?”
“Wasn’t the first time.” Her easy reply came with a nonchalant shrug. “Bryan began slowly introducing his brother into the lifestyle when he turned eighteen. Because of his avid interest, he didn’t want Kevin exploring on his own. Since his stepfather walked out on Kevin when he was eight, Bryan’s taken his role as the much older big brother seriously.”
Alena wanted to bring up her sister in the worst way, but couldn’t risk her own relationship with Ashley getting out, let alone determined to keep her promise to the guys. “Randy and Nash invited me to the party Saturday. I know I’m going to feel a bit awkward in front of them.”
Squeezing her shoulder, Carlee spoke to reassure her. “I doubt either of those two will give you a chance to worry about it, but why don’t I check out of here in about thirty minutes and we’ll go have a drink and girl talk.”
“I think I might need more than one drink to go along with that girl talk,” she admitted with a rueful grin.
“Works for me. Eat up and I’ll be back.”
“Thanks, Carlee.” A night out was just what she needed, and she looked forward to cutting loose, and to the girl talk.
* * *
An hour later, Alena sat with Carlee at the scarred bar top in The Well and eyed the tattooed, redneck-looking bartender with amusement. He and his bar were as vastly different from the impeccably styled bartenders in the trendy clubs she usually frequented as the quiet, quaint town of Blue Springs was from the hustle and bustle of New York. The roadside bar vibrated with country western tunes Alena cringed at hearing, but as she sipped her second whiskey sour, her mellow mood made allowances for the grating twangs patrons were line dancing to.
“So, not only are you going to attend a sex party for the first time, but with not one but two super hot guys. You’ve got guts, New York.”
She switched from people watching to give Carlee a wide smile. “You have to have guts to survive in New York. Now be honest,” her two drinks gave her the courage to ask, “could you pick between the sheriff, who with one look from those black eyes could dampen a nun’s panties, or the Brit, who could get your motor running after one sentence uttered in that sexy accent?”
