The McGilley Trilogy (47 page)

“The others won’t mind,” she said as he shoved her hand away from her pussy, her sheath automatically feeling the loss of contact. She absolutely loved the nipple huggers and new, larger anal vibrator he had given her for Christmas. Right now both objects were making her body pulse with pleasure, a pleasure that teetered on erupting.

“Won’t matter if they do.” With a swiftness that her startled gasp told him took her by surprise, Donovan flipped her over and landed several hard smacks on her bouncing cheeks, the warm, pink flush spreading across them making his cock harden even more. He did love her ass. “That’s for starting without me. And this,” he slapped her several more times, harder than before, “is so you’ll think twice before doing it again.”

Anna wiggled against him, lifted her ass for more as she basked in the heated pleasure the slight pain gave her. She loved the forceful way he simply took over, loved pushing him to the point he forgot to hold back. It would take time, but she knew eventually he would trust himself every time the way she trusted him. When he flipped her back over, she groaned when her throbbing buttocks added to the pulses in her rectum and nipples, raising her pleasure and expectation. “Fuck me, Donovan,” she demanded on a plea as he slipped his arms under her knees and lifted her.

Chuckling, Donovan asked as he slipped into her, “What happened to foreplay?”

Anna lifted for his deep thrust, groaning, “Who needs foreplay when I have you?”

“You do know all the right things to say. Grab hold, sugar.” Bending over her, bringing her knees with him and lifting her hips, he took her slowly, enjoying the soft, clutching ripples of her slick walls as he pulled back, groaning when they clamped tightly around him upon his return.

Grabbing the headboard rails, Anna thrust her hips up, meeting his strokes, cursing him when he didn’t speed up. Knowing he was going excruciatingly slow to torment her, proving he was the one in control, made her whimper in frustration because she knew he wouldn’t give her what she wanted until he was darn good and ready, unless, of course, she turned the tables on him.

Wrapping her arms around his back, she lightly traced over his scars, glad to note he didn’t stiffen up on her then moved down to clasp his tight buttocks. Kneading his taut flesh had him picking up his speed, delving between those cheeks and lightly grazing his anus and lower over his scrotum had him cursing and pounding into her.

“Fuck, you’re gonna pay for that, Anna,” he grated harshly as she traced that slow path again. Her body, so soft and pliant, undulating under his, her hips matching his thrust for thrust and her throaty gasps in his ear was more than he could resist. Deciding retribution could wait until they got to the club, he thrust harder, buried himself as deeply inside her as possible over and over, his hips pistoning faster and faster as he relished the feel of her soaking his cock with her climax right before he let go and gave in to his own pleasure.

Anna screamed as she exploded under him, the sound of their hips slamming together pushing her higher, the anal and nipple stimulation sending her into an even higher climax, increasing the ecstasy until her vision dimmed and all that remained was body filling sensation and a feeling of rightness that had been slowly building since she had first met him.

“I have a New Year’s gift for you.” Donovan slowly pulled out of her, reluctant as always to leave the warm, wet cavern of her pulsing vagina, but anxious to give her this gift and see her reaction, especially when they got to the club and she discovered Kayla and Olivia had been given one also.

“Donovan,” she groaned as she tried to keep him inside her a little longer. This past week she had spent every night here with him, and usually fell asleep with him still buried deep inside her.

“Stay just like that.” It took all his strength to stand and retrieve the small box by his bed. “This is called a bullet vibrator.” Returning back between her splayed legs, he took his time feeling around inside her pussy, slowly rooting out her still engorged clit and pressing the small padded triangle against it.

“I can barely feel it,” she complained as she missed the large dildo he liked to use to play with her. “What good is that little thing going to do?”

Donovan grinned at her pout, thinking he had created a sex monster, one that didn’t scare him anymore. “Oh ye of little faith, have I ever disappointed you?”

“Well, there was the first night when you wouldn’t fuck me, and the…Ow!” The sharp slap to the sensitive bare flesh of her pussy ended her list of grievances and quickly threw her back into arousal.

“Tell me how this feels.” Donovan picked up the remote and set it on low, laughing outright when her eyes widened and her hips jerked with the immediate sensations the little piece of rubber ignited. “And that’s on low. Still want to complain?”

“Holy shit,” she breathed out softly as the need to come again took precedence. Tiny pulses right on her clit had her shaking with need, her pussy drenching the small vibrator and the throbbing in her nipples increasing even stronger. “More,” she practically demanded as she realized she would stay here in limbo until he increased the strength of the vibrations.

“Nope.” Shutting off the vibrator, he taped the small receiver to the inside of her thigh then pulled her unceremoniously off the bed and swatted her ass hard. “Get dressed, we gotta get going.”

Dying to see how high that little device could take her, Anna quickly did as he instructed, anticipating tonight’s activities at the club as much as she had the first night Donovan had introduced her to them.

They had talked a lot this past week, aired all the baggage he was right about them having and had grown closer for it. For the first time in two years, she hadn’t spent Christmas alone. On the contrary, she had been welcomed into Donovan’s mother’s home with open arms by everyone, had struck up an accord with Ethan as the two newcomers, both of them being treated as if she they had always belonged.

“What’re you thinking about?” Donovan asked as he held the passenger door to his truck for her. He couldn’t seem to help but ask her that almost constantly, this need to know someone new and alien to him.

“About how much I enjoyed meeting your family and spending Christmas with them.”

Bracing his arm on the top of the door, he leaned in and kissed her before demanding, “Move in with me.”

Surprise and pleasure colored her voice as she answered, “Are you sure? It’s awfully soon. I’m game, but I don’t want to rush you.”

Donovan laughed, something he’d been doing a lot of lately. “Sugar, you’ve been rushing me since we met. It’s my turn to rush you. Move in with me.”

“Okay.”

Brett leaned back in the comfortable sofa and watched Kayla with an indulgent smile. The new belly dancing outfit she had on was of sheer black with cobalt blue trimming, an exact match for her coloring. The dark color did nothing to disguise the stiff peaks of her pink nipples or the glistening sheen coating the soft, bare folds of her pussy and when she spun around with a twirl of those sexy, bare legs, her hips never losing their rhythm, he had a clear view of her world class ass. He loved watching her dance for him, loved the outfits that parted with each gyrating movement to give him a teasing glimpse of her flesh and loved the way she smiled just for him even though she had a large audience.

New Year’s always brought in a good crowd, a lot of them infrequent members whom everyone was glad to see again. The bench was crowded, but he did see a small unoccupied area big enough to bend Kayla over. Fingering the remote control in his hand, he waited until her confidence of her seductive moves was at its peak before switching it on medium. Her startled misstep and the widening of her blue eyes turned his grin into a wide smile and when she lowered her brows and glared challengingly at him, he chuckled.

Kayla managed to keep up her rhythm, never lost her beat with her hips even though the sudden jolt to her clit caused her feet to falter and had her careening headlong towards orgasm. She hadn’t thought much of the small vibrator Brett had inserted before they left to come here, wondering what the attraction was of something she could barely feel. But, holy crap, that one little bolt of stimulation had her clit pulsing for more, her juices seeping and her nipples puckering into even tighter points.

She hadn’t regretted a moment of her pursuit of the man sitting in front of her, his green eyes hot on her body, his sexy mouth stretched into a shit eating grin, but the feel of the heavy rock adorning her third finger still came as a shock to her as did her easy acceptance of his proposal and his recent comments about babies. Her pursuit of Brett had begun from a hearty case of lust and within a few short weeks had progressed to one of caring more for this man than she could have ever imagined herself caring for anyone. When the mention of babies accompanied by a mental picture of her holding a little McGilley didn’t freak her out, she knew she was a goner, just as she knew she was a goner now when Brett slowly rose and flicked that damn button again.

Maintaining her moves was difficult, but she managed to do just that as the strong pulses on her clit went up a notch, making her sweat, curse and laugh at the same time as he slowly backed her towards the bench. Her ass hit the hip high seat, jarring her to an abrupt stop, her pussy spasming with little ripples of an impending climax.

Brett practically smelled her arousal and took a moment to cover her mouth with his, took even longer to delve between those soft lips and explore every recess of her mouth before turning her around and bending her over. Leaning over her back, he whispered in her ear, “You know better than to entice me with that ass.”

Kayla shook with suppressed need as he simply pushed aside the individual folds of her skirt and slid two slick fingers between her cheeks.
Damn, the man was an expert at doing two things at once,
she thought as he sunk his lubed fingers into her rectum and upped the already tormenting vibrator another notch. Groaning at the dual stimulation, she slipped one hand into her top and scooped out her breast as she braced herself on her folded arm and tried teasing him into hurrying up by wiggling her ass in an attempt to get him to finger fuck her harder.

Brett pulled his fingers from her tight hole and landed a resounding smack in the middle of her buttocks. “Behave,” he admonished as he smacked her again and again.

“Fuck me,” Kayla demanded in return, her desperation growing as each painful swat swept downward, adding to the pleasure she was already hard pressed to control from the steady pulses against her clit. “I’m going to come without you,” she warned as her ass heated up and started to throb in time with the throbbing in her pussy.

“Well, I can’t have that, now can I?” Brett released his cock, spread her reddened cheeks and sank slowly into her rectum, savoring the tight feel of her dark hole and the long, drawn out moan from her. As he started to fuck her with slow, deep strokes, he reached into his pocket and flipped the bullet on high then quickly took hold of her cheek again as she flew into a mindless climax. Picking up the speed, he fucked her ass deeper, harder, relishing the feel of both her pussy and anal muscles spasming around him. As he joined her in the bliss of orgasm, he thanked his lucky stars Kayla hadn’t let him run her off that first night she had entered Casey’s and set her sights on him.

Colin snapped the flogger, lightly catching Olivia’s right nipple with the tip. He never tired of seeing her restrained, of her submitting totally to him, trusting him to take care of her. Fingering the remote in his other hand, he started the tiny pulses sure to drive her mad from the bullet vibrator as he landed his next strike on the fleshy under curve of her breast, her small gasp and glazed eyes indications she was feeling the added stimulation against her clit. With both her arms and legs restrained on the padded cross, her naked body displayed for his pleasure, she made a sight he never tired of seeing. Of course, it helped ease his possessive streak to know she was finally his in every way. The diamond encrusted wedding band on her finger had cemented their relationship and had come just last week, right after she had accepted the collar from him on Christmas. Made of soft, gold mesh to look like a choker, it symbolized their special bond and relationship not only to themselves but to those whom he allowed to see her thusly displayed.

They had spent the past three years fighting their attraction to each other because of their grief and guilt in dealing with the death of Olivia’s husband, Doug. By the time they had resolved their feelings, neither of them wanted to waste any more time in delaying starting their life together. His mother wasn’t happy that they had opted for a quiet ceremony at her house, but she had supported them and welcomed Olivia into the family wholeheartedly, as she had Kayla when Brett announced their engagement on Christmas and Anna when Donovan had surprised her with his obvious feelings for her.

Colin landed a light blow across Olivia’s abdomen before taking aim at the soft flesh of her pussy. From the way she shifted her hips, thrusting her pelvis forward, he knew she was teetering on that edge, ready to explode. “You wouldn’t be thinking of coming without my permission now, would you?”

Olivia had never had so much trouble holding back, had never been so close and struggled so hard waiting for her master’s permission. She feared losing that last bit of control if Colin landed the next strike of the flogger on her labia. She knew how that sting would add to her arousal and force her to struggle even harder than she was now. Luckily, the part of her that craved his pleasure, needed to please him more than herself, demanded she wait for his consent, and that demand usually took precedence.

“Master, please,” she pleaded as he paused, making her wait and anticipate his move.

“Please what, Olivia?” Damn, but he loved seeing her struggle with her pleasure, loved the way she put her needs on hold while waiting for his desire.

“Please let me come.” Her eyes shifted from his to the hand holding the flogger.

Unable to see her so distressed, Colin smiled, saying, “Come now, Livie,” then snapped the multi leather strands very lightly on her pussy, knowing that’s all it would take.