The McGilley Trilogy (16 page)

“You can change when we get there if you don’t want me to see you in it before then.” Brett was pleased with her call, more than he had even anticipated. It had been a long week, one that tested his control and patience almost to the point of desperation. Each night he had returned to his house with a hard-on that his fist did little to alleviate then spent the remainder of the night imagining Kayla using the gifts he brought her. Each morning he had awoken tired and edgy, looking forward to that evening but swearing if she didn’t agree to coming out with him tonight, he’d return to her place and apply those toys himself until she was too weak from climaxing over and over to turn him down. Thankfully for both of them, it hadn’t come to that, although, he did look forward to personally playing with her and her new toys. Even dressed in her ‘at home’ garb of loose sweats, he still found her sexy and had no trouble picturing the body he remembered so well. “I’ll pick you up at seven. Don’t eat dinner; we’ll snack at Casey’s before going upstairs.”

He took her out for dinner. Kayla was still reeling from that surprise as well as the surprise of where he had taken her. Magnolia’s was one of Lexington’s most expensive and posh restaurants that usually required a certain dress code which included a tie for men and therefore definitely not her kind of place. But not only did Brett seem proud to escort her there sans a tie, but didn’t seem to be uncomfortable with the difference in her attire and that of the other female patrons. Her skin tight black leggings topped with a fitted, scooped neck bright red and yellow sweater that came to mid-thigh and her three inch red heels was a far cry from the more conservative knee length cocktail dresses in solid colors other women were wearing. When she automatically slipped off her heels under the table, he’d simply smiled, ran one finger lightly across her cleavage just above the black camisole peeking out of the sweater’s low neckline then handed her the menu. If Kayla hadn’t been well on her way to falling in love with him before tonight, she would have been by the end of that meal. She had never been wined and dined before, and while she’d much rather be at a club like Casey’s, snacking on calorie and fat laden appetizers and being drowned out by loud music and laughter while she anticipated what Brett was going to do to her upstairs, she had enjoyed being wooed tonight as much as she had the filet mignon and the way Brett seemed really happy to have her company.

Kayla refused to read anything into this gesture and, as much as she had enjoyed it, was more than ready to go to the club by the time he paid the bill and escorted her out to his car.

Chapter Nine

After storing her large tote bag that had passed as her purse this evening and which still held the toys Brett had given her, in a locker, Kayla signaled to Colin as she emerged from the restroom, grateful that he had been standing nearby and was watching for her. Upon arriving downstairs, she had managed to pull him aside at the bar when Brett got involved in a conversation with a colleague and enlist his help setting up for her dance. Dressed in her favorite belly dancing outfit, she sucked up the courage to go out among the patrons of their private club without anything on under the sheer chiffon top and panel skirt of equally sheer organza. Her breasts were easily visible, including her already erect nipples, and what couldn’t be seen of her pussy through the panels of her divided skirt would be shown when she danced. Imagining Brett’s reaction to not only her attire but the dance she planned to perform just for him coupled with the hope his actions of the past few days had given her for their relationship was all the bolstering she needed to start her moves when she heard the soft strands of the sensual, compelling tempo of her CD starting.

Brett settled in a single armchair wondering what was taking Kayla so long to change. Almost all of the women were parading around the room in skimpy, sheer costumes that he knew weren’t going to be on long, and neither would Kayla’s, which he could have told her and saved her the trouble of changing in the first place if she had given him a chance. It had been two weeks since he had felt the tight, wet clasp of her pussy around his cock, and he was anxious to end that dry spell. When he saw Colin and Donovan grin at him right before the music changed to something soft and sultry, he wondered what was up.

He didn’t have to wonder long. People parted to allow Kayla, a vision in what looked like a very sheer harem costume in a pretty blend of coral and white colors that went well with the cloud of black hair framing her veil covered face, to undulate her way into the center of the room. His mouth practically watered as his cock rose to a stiff aching erection watching her sinuously make her way towards him, her bright blue eyes never wavering from his.

Slender arms moved up and down, soft breasts swayed with each choreographed move and full hips rotated between twisting and thrusting as her small feet danced her closer to him until she was right in front of his chair. Everyone seemed to stop what they were doing to watch her, but it was obvious her dance was meant to raise the lust of just one man, him. As the music increased its beat to a pulsing staccato rhythm, her hips followed suit. With an ease born of practice she went from thrusts to figure eights to hip circles, the coin belt with its dangling loops of tiny bells cinched around her hips tinkled with the rapid movements.

Arms above her head, she smiled behind her veil, twirled and gave him an enticing view of her undulating hips and ass, her buttocks clenching tightly, her feet barely seeming to move before spinning back to face him. A fine sheen of perspiration glistened on her soft abdomen and the fast movements of those muscles turned him on as much as her hips and breasts did. When she pointed one small foot forward, her long skirt fell between her legs, giving him a glimpse of her completely denuded pussy, the sight of those soft bare folds forcing him to clench his hands into fists to keep from reaching for her. Her sheer veil couldn’t hide the wicked grin that spread her lips when she noticed his look and he returned it with an equally wicked smile that promised retribution for her tease.

It took all of Kayla’s control and concentration not to stop right then and there and climb onto the erection she could see straining his slacks. She knew what that smile meant and if her arousal wasn’t already threatening to rage out of control, the promise it gave would have done the trick. Always before she had lost herself to the music and the dance, emptying her mind of everything except the pleasure they both gave her, but now her mind was filled with the man in front of her, of pleasing him and anticipating the pleasure she knew he was promising her.

Picking up the speed of her knees as the music grew before once again isolating her hips by balancing her weight on both feet, she contracted her buttocks and lower back to shimmy her hips in a fast staccato movement that matched that of the music. Her breasts swelled and swayed, her nipples taut peaks that the gauzy fabric of her top continually rasped against, she finished her dance with a wild flourish of whole body movement before dropping forward in a submissive bow.

Slowly rising, panting from her exertion, her body damp from the workout, she barely heard the applause around her as she looked down into shining green eyes filled with approval and lust. Her eyes shifted from his down to his crotch where he had a tight grip around his freed cock and she licked her lips in anticipation of tasting that precious fluid that was seeping from his slit.

“Ride me,” Brett instructed hoarsely, aching to feel those soft folds close around him as they sucked him inside her.

“No, Brett. Tonight I want more than just your cock. I want all of you, naked on one of those big beds in the other room.”

Brett rose without hesitation, adjusted himself as best he could and grabbed her hand. “I don’t have a problem with that.” Brett never stripped completely at the club, for no particular reason other than expediency. But now, even though he was anxious to get inside her, the need to give her what she wanted overrode his need for this first fuck to be quick.

“Wait, I need to grab my bag,” she said when they neared the small alcove that led to the restrooms.

“Hurry up.”

Kayla loved his impatience, especially since it mirrored her own. Within seconds she had retrieved her bag of goodies and he was once again pulling her down the hall and then into the bedroom where there was still one bed unoccupied.

“What’s in the bag that was more important than this,” Brett asked as he tossed her veil aside and quickly stripped the simple sheer top from her before latching his mouth around one turgid nipple.

“Now that you put it that way,” she gasped as he tugged with his teeth on the sensitive bud, “nothing.”

Releasing her nipple with a plop, he grabbed the bag, saying, “I don’t believe you,” before peeking inside and pulling out the leather spanker with a grin. “Did you use it?”

“Yes, but it wasn’t the same.” Kayla had never shied away from admitting how much she enjoyed everything Brett had subjected her to. She wasn’t going to avoid telling him the truth now.

“Well,” he said as he brushed his lips over hers, “let’s see if we can remedy that. Strip that skirt off, if you can call it that, and kneel up on the bed, grasp the headboard and spread your knees.”

Excitement humming through her veins, Kayla quickly obeyed, got into position then shivered with heightened awareness and arousal as he lightly ran the wide leather strap across her ass.

Switching the strap for his hand, he kneaded her right buttock as he leaned over her and admitted, “I’ve missed the feel of your ass under my hand, little one. Your skin is so soft,” he bit her earlobe lightly, “and pale, your cheeks firm enough to hide this treasure,” he slipped a finger between her crack and lightly grazed her anus, “but pliable enough for me to do this,” he said as he went back to kneading.

Kayla moaned, tightening her hands on the headboard and widening her knees even further in a silent gesture of appeal only to hear him chuckle behind her.

“Not yet.” Stepping back, Brett snapped the strap across the middle of her ass, tempering his stroke enough that it only left a pink swath. “Do you like that?” he asked, gauging her reaction. The spanker was wider, a little thicker than his belt, but from the look of sheer rapture on her face, he thought she liked it just as well.

“Yes, more Brett, please.” Kayla relished the slight sting from the leather, welcomed the ensuing warmth and wallowed in the pulsing desire throbbing in her pussy. The next swat was harder, the sting sharper, the heat warmer. Dropping her head forward, she arched her hips back further and accepted the next several blows with relish, the slow build-up of pain, heat and pleasure blending together until she couldn’t decipher where one left off and another took over.

When she made to take one hand off the headboard to delve between her legs and ease her lust, Brett warned softly, “I wouldn’t do that, Kayla,” before snapping the leather three more times across her buttocks in rapid succession.

“Oh, God, please Brett,” she groaned, the throbbing pulse she was now experiencing in her buttocks echoing in her pussy.

Within seconds, Brett stripped out of his clothes and climbed onto the bed behind her, snaking one arm around her waist to pull her back against him and cupping a full breast with his other. “Please what?” he teased her as he nibbled on her neck while plucking at her nipples until both of them puckered into red, pointed peaks.

Kayla arched into his hand, pushing her breasts closer as she pushed her ass back against his cock. She loved the feel of his hard chest against her back, the slight tickle from his chest hair. His equally hard thighs were braced against hers and the feel of being cocooned back against all that hard male flesh added to her already out of control need. “How long are you going to make me beg?” she gasped when he left her nipples and lightly explored her bare folds before slipping easily between them. Having even more denuded flesh for him to caress brought her to a feverish pitch, and she clenched her vaginal muscles around his fingers tightly in an effort to keep them there.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you,” he chuckled, completely delighted with her and with this new course they would be exploring. Knowing tonight wasn’t the end of it, wasn’t possibly the last time he’d have her seemed to add to the pleasure of holding her again, of hearing her pleas and knowing she was waiting for him to succumb to the pleasure. Pulling his fingers back, he replaced them with one deep thrust of his cock, sinking into her all the way with that first stroke.

Kayla welcomed his cock with a rush of slick cream, her orgasm, so close to the surface, breaking upon her with a startling speed to match that of his pummeling cock. Her whimpers erupted into a keening cry of pleasure as the arm around her waist moved up, his palm rubbing her sensitive peaks over and over and she jerked against him in consuming pleasure.

Kayla was still enjoying the small aftershocks of her climax, still pulsing around his cock, when he withdrew, flipped her onto her back, draped her legs over his forearms and dove back into her. Wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, she looked up into his fierce green eyes, felt his cock stiffen then jerk inside her, then felt the wash of his seed fill her. His hips were jackknifing so fast, so hard, he pushed her up on the bed until she felt the headboard and she basked in his loss of control.

Brett couldn’t believe he lost control so much that he came inside her. Thank God he trusted her when she said she was protected, he thought ruefully as he held her damp body close, enjoying the feel of her soft curves nestled against him for the first time. Hearing the grunts and groans from the people in the other beds, he suddenly had the urge to have her to himself, to feel her body against his in his own bed and to use the rest of her new toys on her.

“Come on, Kayla,” he said as he got up and grabbed her hand. “Let’s play trick or treat at my place.”

Laughing, Kayla didn’t need any more encouragement than that to dress quickly and follow him wherever he wanted to lead her.