The McGilley Trilogy (43 page)

“No, last week he was just doing me a favor which is why I wanted to ask you how I can get a membership or gain access to the club.”

“I can go up with her until you get free, Colin,” Olivia offered, her interest in what was going on between Donovan and this woman piqued.

Colin scowled at her, his first response no way. Not that he didn’t trust everyone who was allowed into the second floor club, he just didn’t want Olivia away from him, especially where she might get with Kayla and start some mischief. Those two had gotten tight lately and when they got together they enjoyed seeing how far they could push all three of the McGilley’s.

“Come on, Colin. We’ll just go up and socialize and Anna can tell me how she managed to get Donovan’s attention away from his horses.”

“Fine, just remember the consequences of last week when you let Kayla talk you into teasing the hired hands.” Colin agreed because he simply couldn’t seem to deny Olivia anything, but hopefully reminding her of the way he had denied her an orgasm last week after torturing her with his flogger will keep her from getting involved in another of Kayla’s pranks.

“Come on, Anna,” Olivia said quickly as she remembered the long night of unfulfilled lust she had to endure because her and Kayla had ignored their order not to use Brett’s hot tub that afternoon without bathing suits because the hands were checking fences along the south end of the property and didn’t need the distraction. Even though they were a distance away, when two of the students rode within sight of them sitting naked in the spa in Brett’s backyard right as they were fondling their breasts and working their pussies in an effort to see who could get themselves off first, one of them got ignobly knocked off his horse because his head was turned toward them and he never saw the branch that whacked him. Needless to say, they both had trouble sitting the next day.

Colin grabbed his phone as soon as he saw them exit through the private door and punched in Donovan’s number. From what he had heard from Brett and Mitch following last week’s scene with Anna, Colin suspected Donovan would want to know Anna was prepared to move on without him. Somehow, he didn’t think that would sit well with him.

Donovan closed his phone with a snap, now knowing why Anna hadn’t answered her phone tonight, grabbed his keys and headed out to his truck with an anticipation he hadn’t felt all week. It had taken him most of the week to admit to himself he missed Anna, missed sharing a meal and conversation with her, missed just being around her. He had come to the conclusion that there was no reason they couldn’t continue on as they did last week, get together socially and occasionally, when the need to feel that lush body coming apart under his ministrations was too strong to ignore, he could take her to the club and enlist someone’s help to see she had a good, positive experience.

After seeing Anna off last Saturday, he had left the club also, despite the raging erection he was sporting. His lust for Anna hadn’t come anywhere close to being appeased by her blowjob and his attempt this past week to put her out of his mind and return to being content with his own company had failed miserably. If it was just a simple case of lust, he could have handled it fine, fucked her last week then forgot her, but he was honest with himself even if he wasn’t with others, and he knew it was more than her lush body and fuck me mouth that drew him to her. But, just because he felt she needed a gentler lover didn’t mean he couldn’t fit the bill on occasion and couldn’t continue to have her friendship in between those times.

He admired the strength it took her to not only overcome the abuse she suffered, but to have put it aside and not seemingly allowed it to keep her from going after what she wanted. Her skill as a veterinarian was commendable as was her dedication and her love of horses that matched his. All in all, Dr. Anna Kingston was a woman hard to set aside.

His instant reaction to Colin’s call, however, was telling him maybe he wouldn’t be satisfied for settling for an occasional, limited fuck buddy.

By the time he pulled into the club’s parking lot and was heading up the back stairs, he had decided to let tonight play itself out. If the opportunity arose where he could take her without pounding into her like a raging bull, he would take it. Despite his rollercoaster feelings about Anna this past week, it had been a good week. There hadn’t been any mishaps from their mysterious tormenter, the new filly and foal were both settling in nicely and he had sold two young studs to good farms at a tidy profit. Right now, as he entered the club to the sounds of slapping flesh, moans of pleasure and ‘Joy To The World’, he felt rather mellow, but the sight of Anna rising from Mitch’s lap, taking his hand and heading towards the hall that held the playrooms, sent his good mood and intentions out the window. Striding purposely across the room, he stopped in front of them, glaring at Mitch before turning his attention to Anna’s surprised face.

“What’re you doing, Anna?” he practically growled.

“That should be obvious,” Mitch answered for her as he put his arm around her. “She came here to play.”

Ignoring his friend, Donovan told her, “You’re not ready for play in those rooms. Stay out here, with me.”

Mitch started to intercede again, but Anna beat him to it. “Why, Donovan? You made it clear you’re not willing to take me any further yourself, so what are
you
doing?” Anna was inordinately pleased to see him and would rather be with him tonight, but not if he was going to keep putting her off. Mitch had been kind enough to offer to befriend her tonight, somehow sensing she’d be more comfortable with someone she knew rather than with a stranger.

“If you’re not willing to give her what she wants, and needs, then it’s not fair to keep her from seeking it from others,” Mitch told him quietly, hoping like hell playing out this little scene that Kayla and Olivia had talked him into was going to work. He had been debating the wisdom of listening to those two, especially Kayla, while he had held Anna and kept an eye out for Donovan. He was screwed if this backfired on him and he swore if that happed he was taking those two down with him.

Mitch was right, Donovan thought as he took a deep, calming breath and reigned in his roiling emotions. The jealousy that speared him when he walked in had jolted him, mostly because of the intensity of it, and he knew now there would be no going back if she hooked up with him tonight. Then again, he was beginning to think there was no going back either way, so he figured now was as good a time as any to see if they could make anything of this relationship.

“You’re right, Mitch.” Holding out his hand to Anna, he hoped he hadn’t lost all her trust. “Let’s go talk.”

Anna glanced quickly up at Mitch, not wanting to hurt his feelings, but really wanting to experience what she saw promised in Donovan’s look.

Relieved, Mitch took his arm away, smiling. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m used to the McGilley’s blowing hot and cold over their women. There are plenty of other willing partners here tonight.”

Donovan frowned as he watched Mitch walk away, thinking he had given in awfully easy, but he’d have to save questioning him about what exactly just happened later. Right now, Anna’s awesome figure was showcased perfectly in that black dress, the enticing soft round sides of her breasts as well as a good amount of cleavage drawing a lot of attention, especially his.

Suddenly, he didn’t want to talk. He was afraid if he waited much longer, let his lust for this woman build any higher, he might not be able to hold back, might not be able to take her slower and gentler, the way she needed to be taken. His eyes on hers, he reached behind her and unclasped her top, slowly lowering it to expose those awesome breasts right there. Cupping each fleshy mound, he lifted her right breast to his descending mouth, his lips latching onto her already pebbled nipple while he rasped back and forth with his thumb over the left.

The people milling around them as they stood in the middle of the room, did nothing to keep Anna from leaning into him, pushing her nipple further into his suckling mouth. In fact, just like last week, she found having an audience added to her pleasure, heightened her arousal until she was mindless to everything but the pulsating pleasure running like molten lava through her veins. The deep drawing suction on her nipples had her arching into his groin, seeking release as she moaned softly when he released her turgid tip with a plop. Looking up into his green eyes, she breathed a sigh of relief to see them glittering with arousal, a lust and a need that matched her own.

“Donovan, fuck me,” she demanded on an aching whisper, her hand gliding down his hard chest, over his rigid abdominal muscles and onto the denim covered erection pushing insistently against his zipper.

“Come with me.” Donovan grabbed her hand away from his tortured flesh and hauled her over to a small vacant sofa. Quickly, before he could question whether he could temper himself enough to fuck her the way she needed to be fucked rather than the way he wanted to fuck her, he stripped that sexy black dress over her hips and down her legs, waited as she stepped out of it, then did the same with the miniscule black thong barely covering her newly shaved mound. “Did you do this for me?” he asked running just one finger over the puffy, bare folds and glistening slit.

Anna arched into that exploring finger, her hands tightening on his shoulders as she admitted, “I was hoping…” she ended her confession on a deep moan as he penetrated her slit and gave her aching clit a tantalizing caress before just as quickly pulling out and leaving her aching again.

“Hoping?” he asked silkily as he carefully lowered his zipper over his straining cock and sat down, pulling her with him and arranging her soft, round thighs on either side of his hips.

“That you’d be here and notice.” Anna was barely aware of what they were talking about as he gripped her buttocks and slowly lowered her onto his seeping cock, her pussy welcoming him with damp suction. She struggled against his tight hold as he controlled her descent, forced her to take him inch, by excruciatingly slow inch when she wanted nothing more than for him to thrust up into her with wild abandon. His control of her hips kept her from speeding this up, prevented her from slamming down onto him and taking him fully inside her with one fell swoop. A sharp slap on her right cheek had her moaning again as that sting zipped straight to her pussy, making her gush more cream over his cock.

“Stop struggling, Anna,” Donovan demanded harshly as a film of sweat broke out on his face, a testament of his attempt to control this. “There.” He breathed a sigh of relief as he finally embedded himself fully inside her, the feel of her slick, silken walls closing around him in a tight clasp almost enough to make him come right then. Tightening his hands on her ass, he kept her still a minute, afraid if she started to move, he’d lose it immediately.

“I need to move, Donovan. Please,” she added desperately as he leaned forward and pulled her left nipple into his mouth. When the tugging from his lips and teeth could be felt in her pussy, she sunk her fingers into his long, thick sandy hair and held him to her, basking in the feel of having her pussy filled and stretched beyond anything she had felt before and of finally feeling the hard strength of Donovan surrounding her.

Releasing her nipple, he answered hoarsely, “Give me a minute, sugar. You’re so fucking tight, I can hardly breathe.” Or control himself, he thought silently as he took a deep breath before slowly releasing his tight hold on her soft ass. When he felt like he had some semblance of control, he filled his hands with the soft fullness of her breasts and demanded roughly, “Ride me.”

Bracing her hands on his wide shoulders, she held on tightly, and without further urging, rose and lowered on his cock with as much speed and strength as she could muster, but it wasn’t enough. She needed it hard and fast, harder and faster than she was capable of doing on her own in this position. From the tight, kneading hold he had on her breasts and the determined look on his chiseled face, she knew he wasn’t going to take over, wasn’t going to give her that hard fucking she had craved for what seemed like forever. Groaning in frustration, she rode him faster, rising until just the bulbous head of his cock remained embedded inside her before sliding back down and engulfing his entire length again in one smooth glide, shuddering as the pleasure swamped her. The feel of his hard shoulders and thighs bunching under her hands and legs made her ache to be prone under the entire length of his hard body, feeling every naked inch of him covering her. That he might hold back and never give her that opportunity made her whimper in frustration but when he moved one hand down to root out her clit and press it tightly against the rigid, hardness of his now wet cock, she shoved any disappointment aside and embraced the climax ripping through her.

Donovan kept his hand on her breast and his fingers on her clit as he fought the urge to grab her hips and slam her down onto his raging cock over and over as he rammed up into her, taking her with all the finesse of one of his stud stallions servicing one of his girls. The sight of the small misalignment in her arm braced in front of his face was enough to keep him in check, thank God, but as he felt her pussy contract around him, milking his cock with everything she had as she threw her head back, closed those gorgeous grey eyes and climaxed, he couldn’t control the forceful eruption of his orgasm as he joined her in that pleasure.

Her breasts were red by the time he came back to his senses and released them, her nipples red and pointed and still damp from his mouth. He was still shuddering from the small tremors contracting in her pussy, those little remnants of her orgasm smoothly massaging his semi-erect cock making it difficult to keep from jerking right back into full erection. Only by sheer effort of will was he able to grip her hips and slowly lift her off of him then settle her sideways on his lap, spread her thighs and cup her pussy with the broad base of his palm, absorbing the heat and telltale dampness of her pleasure.

Grinning, pleased with both himself and her, he teased, “I don’t have to ask if you enjoyed that, do I?”