The McGilley Trilogy (4 page)

The pain from that first slap surprised her enough to keep her still, but when it was followed so quickly by the second smack, this pain a little sharper, she shuddered with the impact those small blows had on her aroused senses. Her pussy swelled and dampened further, and as the sting on her ass waned, leaving behind tingling warmth and escalating arousal, she found herself lifting for the next slap, silently begging for more.

Brett gave her what she had been asking for all night and was now practically pleading for and covered her quivering ass with a barrage of short, sharp slaps, one after another, raising a fast red blush which left her buttocks warm and her breath coming in gasps.
She
never responded the way he thought she would
, Brett thought as the sight of her slipping her hand inside her halter to knead her breast shot his goal of giving her a taste of his reality to turn her away from focusing on him to hell. He slowed his hand, easing his strikes until he was barely tapping her warm, red buttocks.

When he stopped tormenting her with arousing pain, Brett resumed kneading and caressing her sore cheeks, making her moan again and shift on his thighs in an effort to relieve the aching need he had aroused in her. Never in a million years did she imagine she could get so turned on from a man spanking her, never considered that pain and discomfort as well as embarrassment would increase her arousal instead of diminishing it, leaving her struggling against begging for more, a struggle she lost without any regret.

With her nipple so taut it was stabbing her palm and her pussy so wet he had to notice her juices were seeping along her thighs, she turned her face up to his again. “Please, Brett, don’t leaving me hanging. Finish it, like you did that other woman I saw you with.”

The reminder of her unwelcome voyeurism wasn’t enough to keep him from giving in to her, even though he knew giving her an orgasm would just encourage her. What started out as a lesson to show her she didn’t always get what she wanted was turning out to be just the opposite. Stifling his anger, anger aimed at himself for the inability to tell her no, he simply cupped her damp crotch and demanded, “Come for me, Kayla,” as he stroked soft, bare folds that were plump and warm and so very fucking wet.

Kayla buried her face in her free arm and resumed rasping her thumb over her nipple with her other hand as he buried several fingers inside her aching pussy. He finger fucked her with slow precision, his fingers moving easily inside her despite the tight fit, exploring her with arousing thoroughness until she was once again lifting against him, silently pleading for more.

Brett chuckled as she pushed against his hand, her tight sheath clasping his fingers as he pulled out slowly, ran her dampness over her folds then delved back in for more. “Impatient little thing, aren’t you,” he murmured, wincing at the indulgent fondness he heard in his tone. It definitely wouldn’t do to give her any ideas. She seemed to come up with enough on her own.

“Brett, please,” Kayla begged. She was to the point she’d even promise to behave if he’d just give her some relief. Thankfully, it didn’t come to that. With another of those irritating chuckles that told her he had the upper hand and loved it, he finally, finally pressed his broad, calloused thumb over her clit, once, twice, three times until she exploded in an orgasm that had her screaming. Body encompassing pleasure filled her, a riot of sensations spreading from her pussy to her breasts, filling her head and leaving her body a quivering, sated, boneless heap lying over his lap.

She made no move to get up, which would have made him smile if he wasn’t worried that her powerful climax was only going to keep her interest on him, exactly the opposite of what he had been aiming for. His cock, however, didn’t seem to care what his mind wanted as it was insistently demanding a taste of that tight, hot pussy.

Ignoring his little head, Brett lifted her and tried to stand her up, but Kayla had other plans. Kayla always had other plans. Shifting, he heard her thong snap as she straddled his lap, locked her knees around his hips and looped her arms around his shoulders.

“That was…amazing. Don’t send me away yet. Please,” she cajoled as she feathered kisses along his rigid jaw. “Fuck me, Brett. I’ve never had a one night stand, but I promised myself a treat for my birthday. You, Brett. I want you to be my birthday treat.”

It was the promise of a one night stand that had him thinking of saying yes. Well, that and the feel of her wet crotch dampening his slacks right over his cock and the memory of her tight sheath clutching his fingers as she came.

Gripping her hair, he pulled her head back until she was looking him in the eye. Unable to resist that pouting mouth, he kissed her, hard. His mouth explored hers as thoroughly as his fingers explored her pussy, delving deep, caressing every corner, stroking over her tongue before he nipped that plump lower lip and pulled back just enough to state harshly against her mouth, “One fuck, Kayla. One, and then you’re out of here. Got it?”

“Yes, I got it. Now, Brett,” she demanded breathlessly, surprised and pleased that he had agreed. As mind boggling and satisfying as her previous orgasm had been, she still pulsed with the need to feel that hard cock filling her like no other before him, taking her to heights she never knew she was missing out on achieving.

“Promise.”

“Yes,” she stated emphatically as she reached down and released that impressive shaft into her greedy hands.

Those blue eyes bright with expectation, that flushed face surrounded by a cloud of wavy hair black as night and the feel of those cool, soft hands wrapping around his warm, hard flesh was more than he could resist. Reaching into his pocket, he slapped a condom in her hand. “Cover me.” His order was followed by a curse as she took her time rolling the protection slowly down his length, her fingers working with slow precision making sure he was adequately covered until he swore again, grabbed her ass, which was still warm from her spanking, lifted her up and impaled her on his cock in one smooth move. The feel of her silken, wet walls closing around him threatened his control, but by tightening his hands on those soft, round cheeks, he got it back by holding her still until he was ready to move.

Kayla bit her lip as she tried to stifle another groan of frustration. His hands clenching on her buttocks renewed their tenderness which only served to heighten her already out of control arousal. The feel of his cock stretching her uncomfortably, filling her deep enough to cause a pinch of pain only seemed to work her arousal into a fevered pitch, as if she hadn’t climaxed in months instead of minutes.

“Brett, I need to move. Please, it hurts not to move.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want that, would we,” he murmured as he lifted her until just the bulbous head of his cock remained embedded in her snug, warm haven before he lowered her with excruciating slowness, tormenting both of them. When she struggled in his hold, he slapped her ass hard. “Stop that. Lower your top and show me your pretty breasts.”

Kayla shivered, but it wasn’t from baring herself in the cool fall air. That smack on her still sore ass sent another gush of moisture over his cock, easing his way further as he slowly filled her again while she struggled to unhook and lower her halter. Her full breasts bounced free, the nipples stiffly erect and right in front of his face.

“Hold them up for me, Kayla,” he instructed thickly, the sight of those pale, round globes swaying with their movements an added enticement he didn’t need but wanted anyway.

Kayla was discovering that she really got off on being controlled during sex. She didn’t have to guess at what he wanted, didn’t have to wonder if she was doing it right or worry if he was enjoying it. Cupping her breasts, she held them up as his mouth descended and latched onto her right nipple, suckling that tender bud as he slowly lifted her again and just as slowly filled her.

Switching to her other nipple, he repeated the maneuver, his cock gliding slowly over her clit with each stroke up and down, enough to keep her on the verge of climax, not enough to send her over. When she simply couldn’t take the torment any longer, she let go of her breasts, moaned when her nipple popped out of his mouth and the cool air hardened it further and gripped his shoulders.

“Now, damn it, I need it now, Brett. Please, fuck me harder.”

Brett’s eyes glittered with frustrated need as he replied, “Remember, you asked for it.”

“No, I’m begging for it,” she admitted breathlessly.

Shit, Brett muttered as he jerked up with a hard thrust while simultaneously pushing her down. What started out as a lesson meant to drive her away from him, was turning out to be a fucking awesome experience for both of them. She was young and wild and with her eyes wide open, she ran head long and embraced life without giving much thought to tomorrow. Luckily, he gave enough thought towards the future to know this night was going to end with her possibly getting hurt. Instead of dwelling on that possibility, he shoved his premature regret aside and lost himself in the feel of her.

Increasing his thrusts, taking her harder and faster, he soon felt the telltale sign of her impending orgasm. Tiny clutches of her vaginal walls rippled along his cock, milking his own climax to the surface. Reaching under her skirt, he sifted through the soft curls shielding her mound until he found smooth, soft skin. His fingers connected with his cock, damp from her slick sheath, before rooting out her swollen little bud and pressing it harder against his cock as he pummeled her to climax.

Her hands braced on his shoulders, Kayla leaned back until her arms were vertical, threw back her head and cried out in ecstasy as she rode his cock to the beat of relentless pleasure, pleasure that built to a crescendo and ended on a note of sheer bliss.

By the time she came to her senses, Brett had already retied her top and was lifting her off his lap. “That was….”

Laying a finger over her lips, Brett was already regretting his lapse, despite, or maybe because, of the way he had responded to her lush body. Needing to step back and regain control, he said sternly, “That was the end of it, the beginning and end of us. I can’t keep you out of Casey’s, but I can, and will keep you out of our private club.”

“I promised I’d be out of here after one fuck, I didn’t promise I wouldn’t come back,” she stated coolly, angry that he had to be so stubborn about admitting how much he wanted her.

“I think you’re just pissed because I kept up with you and didn’t run away disappointed.”

“Go back to your friends and behave, Kayla. I may not be around to run off the bully next time.”

Chapter Three

He wasn’t here. Taking another slow look around the crowded club, Kayla still saw no sign of Brett and she had been looking for him for over two hours now. She had spent the past week debating with herself on whether or not to return to Casey’s tonight in the hopes of picking up where Brett had left her off last Saturday. But after spending the week reliving the feel of his hand on her ass, of how that erotic pain led to a climax she had never before imagined and the way his hard cock filled and stretched her, taking her to another earth shattering release, she simply couldn’t let him go. He was attracted to her. He wanted her. Now, she just needed to convince him of that. Their fifteen year age difference didn’t mean a thing to her. On the contrary, she had discovered with him in one night, the difference between having sex with a man and a boy. Her previous sexual encounters had been with guys her age, a few she had met in college and a few since then, all of them nice guys if a bit self-centered when it came to sex.

Brett’s attention, when he decided to give in to her, had been centered solely on her, his hands and mouth and cock working together to bring her the utmost pleasure, a totally new and awesome experience for her. An experience she wanted again. She had never been shy about going after something or someone she wanted, and she wanted Brett. Correction, she wanted sex with Brett.

Most of her friends were either married or looking to get married, but Kayla just wanted to have fun right now. She had worked hard to get her position as an actuary for the county and was striving for the assistant job which was going to come open next year. As a math major, she loved numbers, making them work, finding the balance between them and coming up with a reasonable conclusion. As much as she enjoyed it, her job could be tedious, sometimes mind numbing, which was why she was ready to cut loose by the end of the week and why she didn’t feel the need to settle down any time soon. She figured she’d know if and when she met ‘the one’ and until then she was quite happy to remain footloose and fancy free.

She was sure Brett was worried about breaking her heart, about her wanting more from a relationship than he was willing to give. She could have assured him that wasn’t what she was after, and even if she did end up getting her heart broken, she was a big girl and could handle it, but somehow she didn’t think her assurances alone would convince him to give in to her. Besides, it would be infinitely more fun to show him. But since he wasn’t here, she now had to come up with plan B.

Since Kayla had come here with the sole intention of hopefully spending even more time with Brett, she had come to Casey’s without her friends, a first for her. She knew clubbing alone could be dangerous, knew there were men out there who would take advantage of a woman alone, which was why she had spent the past two hours refusing all overtures as she kept an eye out for the one man who could rock her world.

A short, frustrating time later, she spied Brett’s brother, Colin, behind the bar and decided she had nothing to lose by trying to entice Brett’s whereabouts from him. Making her way to the bar, she leaned her arms on the polished surface, smiled and waited for him to come to her as she watched the easy, friendly way he blended his job as owner/bartender with socializing. As tall as Brett, an inch or two over six foot, the only other familial trait the brothers shared was their Irish green eyes. Colin’s hair was jet black instead of mahogany brown like Brett’s, and his lean, but muscular build was displayed for all to ogle by his leather vest and tight, leather pants, his attire a stark contrast to Brett’s dressier, more conservative slacks and shirt. Just because Brett’s body hadn’t been openly revealed the way Colin’s was, didn’t mean Kayla had any trouble feeling his strength and remembering how hard he felt both beneath her and around her with his arms holding her as she rode him, his hard thighs flexing every time he lifted to thrust up deeper, and harder into her.