Bad Girl by Night (32 page)

As dusk stole across the lake, the four watched a stunning golden pink sunset over the western horizon. “To a damn nice weekend,” Shane said, holding up a freshly opened can of beer. The other guys lifted theirs in the air and Carly raised her wine cooler, as well.

“Thank you guys for making me feel so welcome,” she said after the toast.

And Shane gave her a you’ve-got-to-be-kidding look. “Trust me, honey, you’ve made this trip a hell of a lot more pleasant than it would have been without you—visually and otherwise.” He finished with a wink that reminded her of her unwitting wet T-shirt display—and even as a customary blush warmed her cheeks, her pussy heated slightly, too.

Once darkness had fallen, they spotted a small fire on the beach that made them conclude Quinn and Cameron were indeed staying the night on the shore. But it surprised her when Rogan said, “Think I’m gonna turn in.”

“Dude,” Jake said, clearly surprised, as well. “What’s the deal?”

The other dark-haired man shrugged. “Too much beer maybe. Sleepy.”

“Hell—me, too,” Shane chimed in. “About to fall asleep in my chair.”

And within minutes, they were gone, disappearing belowdecks. Carly and Jake could still hear the light sounds of their voices from inside the boat, but being left alone with her man instantly revved her up. And the wine coolers she’d consumed over the past few hours had her in that pleasant lull of intoxication—the kind that took her inhibitions away.

Enough that she peered over at Jake, in the upright deck chair just a couple of feet from her lounge chair, and told him exactly what was on her mind. “My pussy’s wet for you.”

Like last night, a golden moon shone down—a bit smaller, dimmer, than last night’s, but still providing enough shadowy light that she could easily see his expression pass almost instantly from shock to a deep, hungry heat. “Shit, babe. You drive me wild.”

Carly’s chest tightened, envisioning Jake’s erection. Wanting to make him feel good. He’d given her everything, everything that felt so wonderful and new in her life. She wanted to show him how much she appreciated him.

So she lowered her nearly empty bottle to the deck beside her chair, got to her feet, walked to Jake, and knelt before him. The truth was, this went beyond appreciation—it was a gut-deep desire to have his cock filling her mouth, a desire that, like so many moments, took her back to the first night they’d met. And yet, as always, it was so very different now.

“Aw, baby,” Jake murmured deeply, sweetly, peering down on her. And she knew his response was about more than what she was getting ready to do—it was because even when she was aggressive with him, it wasn’t normally like
this
; it wasn’t this raw.

As she pulled down his trunks with one hand, extracting his firm cock with the other, she let out a low moan. At just having it in her hand. So big. So long. Like a majestic stone pillar. She gave a tender squeeze that made him shudder lightly. Then she leaned in to drag a long, solitary lick up the whole length of him.

“Aw fuck, that’s nice,” he rasped hotly. Then he looked her in the eye, his shaft rising magnificently between their gazes, and whispered, “Now suck it. Suck my cock, baby.”

She actually liked the command. She’d gotten so good at that, at enjoying the submissive role at times. And her position, plus his demand, had instantly changed this—from aggression to submission. Opening wide, she sank her lips over the staff of hard flesh, pleasured by simply having it inside her in some way, pleasured further by the idea of how she must look to him. Everything about the moment felt at once hot and dirty, loving and perfect.

She sucked him in earnest then, sliding her mouth wetly up and down in a leisurely rhythm, taking him as deep as she could, backing off until only the head remained within her lips, then repeating the descent again, again, again. Above her, Jake’s low moans echoed upward and he began lifting his pelvis toward her, fucking her mouth. Another strange, powerful bit of pleasure.

His voice came in low, throaty whispers. “So good, baby. Yeah, suck me. Keep sucking me.” The hot prodding at once entranced and excited her until she was lost to the motions of her mouth, moving mindlessly but lustfully, her lips stretched by his thickness.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured.

And that was when she suddenly heard Shane and Rogan exit the cabin, talking to each other as they rejoined Carly and Jake without warning—but then going instantly quiet.

Stunned, she released Jake’s cock from her mouth, her cheeks going hot as his erection plopped heavy and firm against his abdomen.
God oh God oh God.
Tension weighted the still night air—and her stomach churned as she closed her eyes, mortified.

Until Rogan said, “You don’t have to stop on our account, honey.”

“R
ogan’s right,” Shane added. “You’re beautiful doing that.” Carly sucked in her breath. She felt frozen in place, lost for what to do, what to say.

She tried to think.
Just stand up. Smile nervously. Say something sweet and cute like, “Oops, you weren’t supposed to see that,” and drag Jake to the privacy of your bedroom.
Except . . . while part of her certainly wanted to escape—not all of her did. So at a loss, confused, and with too many thoughts tumbling through her head, she simply looked to Jake. For rescue. Or whatever other guidance he might choose to give.

Their gazes met and she sensed him trying to see into her eyes, read her thoughts. And maybe what he witnessed there wasn’t really a plea for rescue at all—maybe it was a question instead, the question she hadn’t quite allowed to form in her mind.
Should I? Should I keep going? Should I let them watch?

Finally, Jake’s chin lowered slightly and their eyes connected still more deeply as he quietly said, “It’s all right with me if it’s all right with you.”

Carly’s cunt swelled instantly and her breasts ached with delicious need. Jake wanted to show his friends how hot she was. Like this. And in this surreal moment,
she
wanted to show them, too. She wanted to show them
everything
.

Pulling in her breath, she let her gaze drop back to Jake’s big cock. She felt a little shy now—it was strange and jarring to suddenly feel as if she were
performing, entertaining
—so she simply reached up and gently ran two slightly trembling fingers down his hard, veined length. She was unsure whether it was the featherlight touch or the new circumstances that made him release a quivery hot breath in response.

She made the same move again, and then, very softly, leaned in to lick lightly at the side of his shaft. The deep sighs from all three guys moved through her like a warm caress.

And then Jake was taking her face in his hands, tenderly cupping her cheeks, whispering to her, “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.”
Okay to be scared? Okay to do this in front of his friends? Okay to go slow?
She wasn’t sure—and yet it didn’t really matter, because as always with Jake, the reassurance filled her up, and she believed him.

Enough to close her fist firmly around his erection once more, pulling it toward her as she looked into his eyes. Enough to keep her gaze locked on his as she parted her lips and sank them back down onto his perfect cock. Enough to relish the low groan from one of the men to her right. Enough to let that groan fuel her, thrill her, reignite the full measure of her lust.

And after that, it was more about urges and instincts than decisions. More about feeling than thinking. She loved feeling Jake’s big dick in her mouth as she moved up and down on it, and the new eyes upon her made her still hotter, hungrier, naughtier inside than she’d been before. Her enthusiasm rose, her rhythm increased. She heard the sounds of herself sucking him.

And when Jake rasped, “That’s so good, baby. Suck that big cock for me,” she didn’t mind.

And when at some point Rogan murmured, “Mmm, yeah, keep fucking him with that pretty mouth,” it made her pussy weep with fresh lust. And it renewed her energy to keep doing just that, fucking him with her mouth, no matter how tired or sore her tender lips became.

Already, she was thoroughly aroused by their presence, by the very “performance” that had seemed so difficult just a few minutes ago. She’d delighted in being watched by Rogan last night, but now, to openly let them watch, to let them know she
welcomed
it, lifted the act of going down on Jake to an entirely different level of stimulation.

At one point, she gathered the courage to flick a glance in Rogan and Shane’s direction—where she found they’d both taken a seat on the bench that lined the rail, and that Rogan lightly stroked himself through the khaki shorts he wore.

When finally she had to rest her well-worked mouth, she released Jake from its depths, but immediately lowered her breasts around his moistened cock. The bikini top made it easy and Jake let out a light moan. Then he used both hands to press her tits around his erection—and she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, instantly entranced by how hot and hard he felt in that soft valley.

Only a few seconds passed before Jake pushed the zebra print triangles aside to reveal her breasts, and their spectators moaned in unison.

“Such pretty titties,” Shane echoed low and deep.

And Carly reacted by using them more vigorously on Jake, an impulse to show Shane and Rogan just how pretty, and
dirty
, they could be. Jake fucked her tits in earnest then, sliding the hard column of flesh between them in brisk strokes that filled her with pleasure. It amazed her, in fact, just how
much
pleasure she was able to reap with only her mouth and breasts at the moment.

And maybe it should have amazed her that she was reaping so much pleasure from this situation, period. Yet perhaps her past secret life made it so this wasn’t such a big leap. Jake was right—the girl he’d met that first night really
was
a part of her.

From there, she alternated between sucking him and using her tits on him. Sometimes she stopped sucking to run her tongue over and around the head of his cock, licking away the salty pre-come—at others, she wiped the dot of white moisture away with her breasts, using it for warm, wet lubricant to give him a nice slick slide in between. At other instances, she took his saliva-dampened shaft in hand—hard as granite now—and rubbed the head or the length over her nipples, looking down to see the two body parts together, one so soft and the other so rigid, and to see the wetness left behind on the dark, pointed peak of her breast. The whole time Rogan and Shane appeared entranced by her every move, occasionally prodding her on with their soft, dirty words.

Finally, when she felt like nothing more than a mass of excited, jumbled nerve endings, she peered up at Jake over his dick, licked her upper lip, and sweetly asked, “Will you fuck me?”

Jake’s jaw dropped—and she’d never seen him look so completely poleaxed. His voice came on another hot rasp. “Aw, baby—of course I’ll fuck you. I’m
dying
to get in that wet, pink pussy.”

With that, Jake pushed to his feet and moved behind her, dropping to his knees. She was on all fours now on the deck, waiting, desperate to have that part of her body filled with him. He wasted no time pulling her bikini bottoms to her thighs, then thrusting two fingers inside her. “Oh!” she cried at the hot little intrusion.

And Jake said, “You’re fucking drenched.”

“I know,” she breathed. “Please. Fill me with your cock. I have to have it.”

“Damn, honey,” Jake growled through clenched teeth. He’d experienced a lot of excitement with this woman, but he wasn’t sure he’d ever been quite as turned on as he was right now. Leaning back slightly, he watched where his fingers entered her, and the view of that hot cunt just below her lovely round ass made his dick stiffen a little more—if such a thing was even possible.

“
Please
,” she begged in front of him. And his stomach contracted with an almost agonizing lust that made him extract his fingers, then lift his raging erection so that the head was poised at the hot little opening where she was so soaking wet.

“Here it comes,” he warned, and then he rammed it into her, deep.

She cried out in pleasure as he emitted a groan that rose all the way from his gut. Aw, God. He was in her. So fucking tight, as always, and wrapped around every hard inch of his dick. He leaned back his head, tried to get used to the gripping squeeze her pussy had on him.
Whatever you do, don’t come, not yet.
He wanted this to last a good long while.

The added arousal of having his friends there, of letting them see the bounty he had in her, fed his lust. Somehow this was easier than that night with Colt—probably because he was closer to these guys, just by virtue of them living within a few hours’ distance; he saw them more often than just the annual H.O.T. reunion. And even though this had still caught him off guard in a way, he’d
wanted
this,
fantasized
about this. And now he was gonna fuck his sweet girl’s brains out while they watched.

So after pushing back the urge to erupt—he began to pound into her, hard.

“Unh! Unh! Unh!” Her pretty little sobs filled the air as his fingers dug into her hips, and he thrust deep, deep into that waiting cunt. His whole world in that moment was the snug glove her pussy formed around his dick; nothing else mattered. His head fell back as he plunged into her over and over, just soaking up the hot pleasure.

A lusty sound from Rogan brought him back to himself, though, made him open his eyes. He caught a glimpse of his friends, their gazes glassy on him and Carly. He dropped a glance downward and caught sight of her sweetly puckered asshole just above where his prick entered. Hell, moments like this, when it was all he could do not to come in her pussy, he wondered how he’d ever managed to get in that super-tight ass.

She continued crying out with abandon at every firm stroke—and damn, that had become his favorite noise in the world: Carly losing all control, letting herself go in the pleasure.