Wanton (2 page)

“Anytime you want to spank my ass, you’ve
got my number.”

“Hey, Courtney,” Bryson stopped beside her
vintage Corvette Stingray. “You ready to go?”

“Told ya. I hope she’s better in bed than
she is in the ring.” Courtney turned around just long enough to
flash Billy a seductive grin. “Think about me screaming your son’s
name while you’re banging your nasty little rat.”

Bryson had known the deal as soon as they
had stopped in Columbia that afternoon to pick up the redhead to
work with Courtney. She was one of Moolah’s girls and probably
would have been able to work a decent match if she’d had a seasoned
veteran carrying her.

All the boys knew Courtney had kicked her
ass because it was obvious that Robin thought she could fuck her
way into a spot with the company by doing Billy. Not a smart move
considering everyone in the business knew Courtney had always had
it bad for his dad.

No way in hell was he gonna get in that
Cadillac with the two of them. That left him two options, riding to
the next town with Charlie and Vlad, Allison’s over protective
uncle, or going for round two with Courtney.

Allison hadn’t called to apologize and he'd
had more than enough of her constant nagging. Unlike most of the
boys he didn’t fuck around on the road. Well, except for that one
slip up that night with Courtney. And her constant accusations were
getting really old. He had worked his way up in the business to
where he could cover their bills without her prancing around
Hooters in those tiny orange shorts flirting with guys to up her
tip money. If Allie wanted something to ride him about, she was
going to get it tonight.

Providing he could get Courtney out of there
before Allison's uncle saw them leaving together. That’s why he’d
already carried both their gear bags and her purse out to her
car.

“Damn, I’m hot.” Courtney fanned her tank
top to reveal her super cut abs. “Let’s put the top down.”

She sure as hell was!

When he’d left for college she’d been a
scrawny little fourteen-year-old kid. Now she was all woman and not
afraid to flaunt it. She’d gotten a nose job and breast implants,
bleached out her hair to a sun kissed blond and hit the gym with a
vengeance. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her 5’8” muscled up
frame.

She popped the top on the Stingray and
scooted over to the passenger seat, motioning for him to get behind
the wheel. He’d wanted to take that car for a spin since she’d
gotten it on her sixteenth birthday, but she hadn’t let anyone
drive it, not even Billy.

“Don’t go getting a hard on over getting to
drive my Vette,” she said, her manicured nails already working
their way up his thigh. “You know how I hate bridges and we’ve got
to cross a nasty looking one to get to highway 15.”

When they got to the bridge she undid her
seat belt, looped her purse over her shoulder, scrunched her eyes
shut and dug her nails into his thigh.”

Good thing he’d worn jeans instead of shorts
because those nails could have inflicted some serious pain on his
bare skin.

“We made it.” He laughed as the Corvette
reached solid ground. “You’re not going to have to swim to
shore.”

She opened her purse to put her payoff in
her wallet. “Damn, I got so mad at Billy I forgot to make him give
me the rest of my money.”

“I’ve got a feeling, both you girls will be
valeting tomorrow night and just doing a cat fight spot, if that,”
Bryson said. “He’d be crazy to let you shoot on that chick
again.”

“If she goes to the ring with him, I swear
I’ll go the fuck off.”

Bryson didn’t doubt her. “You’ll be working
with me and Ricky again tomorrow. The way you nailed that finish
was fucking amazing.”

“Thanks, Ricky’s awesome to work with,"
Courtney agreed.

“I’ll say.”

Enough with the wrestling talk.

In the moonlight Bryson looked just like
Billy with the clock rolled back about twenty years. Same dark
hair, high cheek bones, dimpled smile, and those steel grey eyes.
The only difference being Bryson’s long hair and his broken nose
had healed a lot better than Billy’s.

She ought to know considering she’d been the
one to break it when she was only ten. He’d been fifteen and days
away from wrestling in the state championships.

One stiff roundhouse kick and she’d cracked
his septum to where he had to have surgery and miss the tournament.
It was probably a good thing she and her daddy had left to go to
another territory or he’d have tied her in knots the next time he’d
gotten her in the old ring they used for practice in Vlad’s
backyard.

He seemed to be okay with her hand on his
thigh so she took it a step further, running her nails over the
inseam of his jeans.

“Has your goody goody girlfriend ever given
you a blow job in the car?” she asked.

“Not in a moving car.”

She went for the zipper of his jeans.

He didn’t take his eyes off the road, but
she caught his glimmer of a grin.

“I’m going to need a little help here.”

He took the hint and raised his ass to where
she could tug his jeans down around his knees.

She rubbed his dick though the dark fabric
of his Calvin Klein briefs, wondering if Allison had picked them
out. Most of the time when guys wore designer drawers it was their
girlfriend doing the shopping.

Well, except for his metrosexual brother who
she’d spotted in the men’s underwear department at Macy’s. Not that
she’d personally seen Dylan’s choice in briefs since his mom picked
out his tidy withies when they had dated in their early teen. She’d
dumped him after she’d turned sixteen and finally gotten the Dalton
she’d always wanted.

After getting the noticeable desired bulge
in his briefs she had no trouble in sliding them down to make his
cock spring to life. His dick was nothing compared to his daddy’s,
but then again they didn’t call Billy the “Texas Stud” for nothing.
She had yet to see anything quite that huge, as least not in
person.

She ran her tongue down his shaft and looked
up at him with her hand wrapped around his dick. “If you so much as
put a scratch on my car I swear I’ll bite your dick off.”

“I’ll pull over if it gets too intense.” He
grabbed her by the hair, guiding her mouth back to his dick.

Intense was exactly what it got and way too
quick for his liking.

She had him right on the edge, ready to slam
on the breaks to pull over, when she backed off. Slowing her pace,
lapping at his dick like she was working a popsicle on a hot summer
day.

Damn, she was good.

That slow tease thing with her tongue
reigned in his self-control, at least until she went to work on his
balls, sucking them into her mouth, all the while keeping a steady
hand on his shaft.

He reached over and pulled up her skirt to
reveal her perfect round ass. Not a tan line in sight. He popped
her butt, making her take all his cock in her mouth. He ran his
hand a little lower and found she was already wet. His fingers slid
right into her pussy where he could finger fuck her to make her
squirm with pleasure.

“You almost gave me a boner right in the
middle of the ring when I saw you weren’t wearing any panties.”

“I know I gave you one on the way back from
the ring.” She looked up at him, running her tongue up the shaft of
his cock.

He responded by working her clit with his
finger. She was so sleek and smooth down there and dripping wet. He
pulled his hand back to swat her ass and right on cue she went back
to deep throating him. To reward her he went back to fingering her
clit until she trembled with her first orgasm.

Her moans of pleasure added to the
stimulation of her mouth wrapped around his cock. He hit the brakes
just in time, pulling over to the side of the road and cumming in
her mouth.

She licked him clean, swallowing every
drop.

The guilt didn’t kick in until he noticed
the message light flashing on his phone when they pulled over at
the next store.

He lagged behind, watching Courtney strut
towards the bathroom. As usual every male with a pulse took notice
of that incredible body of hers. When she disappeared into the
ladies room he held down the 1 on his phone to see who had
called.

Allison – ‘Hey, I just got off work and hate
sleeping by myself. Love you.’

How, fucking sweet.

He felt like a total heel, especially when
Charlie’s big green Cadillac pull into the parking lot. He spilt
the protein powder he was adding to his shaker when Vlad got out of
the car. Bryson ducked his head, concentrating on pouring his skim
milk into the shaker. There was no way not to be noticed standing
by Courtney’s 1969 red Corvette. It wasn’t every day you say a
Stingray convertible in such perfect condition.

“What the hell are you doing?” Vlad said,
approaching the vintage car.

He tried to play it cool. “You know how
Courtney is about bridges and we were going over our match,
planning some new spots for tomorrow night.”

“Considering who you’re working this
weekend, I ain’t a buying that story.”

“You know I hate bridges,” Courtney said,
sidling up beside him. “And we were both pissed at Billy for taking
off with that little rat.”

“She’s a better liar than you are.” He
headed toward the store before turning around. “You’d better not be
doing anything more than riding to the hotel together.”

“Like I’d do him?” Courtney snorted with
laughter. “Please? I have better taste than that.”

“You know that’s Allie’s uncle, don’t you?”
Bryson asked.

“Big fucking deal.” Courtney got into the
driver’s seat of her Vette. “I bet you weren’t thinking about her
when I was sucking your dick.”

Unfortunately, she was right.

Bryson considered grabbing his bag and
catching a ride with Charlie and Vlad.

Well, at least for all of about two
seconds.

No way did he want Vlad grilling him about
what had happened after driving over that bridge. For one thing, he
respected the man too much to even attempt to try to get away with
lying to him. And as soon as they got to that Holiday Inn he was
going to find Dylan and stay in his room even if it meant having to
turn his back and listen to his kid brother entertaining his rat de
jour.

“Hang on a minute.” He got out of the car
and went into the liquor store and bought a half pint of overpriced
Jack Daniels, one affinity he did share with his dad, and then he
went next door to fill a fountain cup about a third of the way full
of Diet Coke.

Courtney took off before he could fasten his
seatbelt, much less open the bottle of Jack. She drove like she
trained in the gym and worked in the ring with full on intensity,
pushing the car way over the speed limit. They were on the
outskirts of Myrtle Beach before he’d finished his drink.

“You’d better slow down, this whole tourist
area is a speed trap.” He warned, all the whole admiring the cut of
her triceps.

She skidded into the parking lot of the
Surfside Inn and pulled around to the back of the lot, backing into
a parking place facing the beach.

“This isn’t where we’re supposed to be
staying,” he said after downing the last of his drink.

“No shit.” She laughed, getting out of the
car and coming around to open his door. “Do you really want the
whole crew to hear me screaming all night?”

She reached for his hand, pulling him out of
the car. “For a dive, this place is awesome. They even have those
tacky vibrating beds and look at the view.”

The deserted beach did look like like a shot
off a postcard with the moonlight flickering off the surf. The view
got even better when she pulled off her tank top and tossed it into
the car. Her nipples jutted through the black lace leaving next to
nothing to his imagination.

Courtney eased onto the trunk, hiking up her
skirt and spreading her legs to reveal her freshly waxed pussy.

“Come here.” She beckoned like the serpent
offering the poisonous apple. “I want you to do me right here.”

There wasn’t a man alive that could have
said no to a hot blond posed like that on a vintage car. She looked
like every man’s fantasy come to life.

He couldn’t resist stepping just a little
closer to trace the outline of her nipples against the lace before
cupping her breasts in his hands.

She went for the zipper of his jeans, and
like a dumb struck fool he didn’t resist when she slid his already
hard cock deep into her wet pussy.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she
cooed, “Fuck me. Please fuck me.”

And fuck her is exactly what he did ramming
his dick into her with her meeting him thrust for thrust.

He bit into her nipple through the lace and
she arched her back and let out a contented sigh.

“Harder,” she demanded.

Not sure which part he meant he latched onto
her nipple and grabbed onto her ass shoving his dick as deep has he
could get.

She screamed so loud he went for her mouth
to try to kiss her quiet. Her pussy throbbed with wave after wave
of pleasure, sending him over the edge right along with her.

“
Go get us a room,” she
ordered, still gasping for breath. “One facing the
beach.”

It wasn’t until he zipped back up that he
realized they had been so caught up in the moment neither of them
had remembered to use a condom. Not only had he cheated on his
girl, he’d just had unprotected sex with a known nympho.

Allie was on the pill and they were supposed
to be monogamous so he never had any reason to buy condoms. If he
had any sense he’d call his brother to come get him. Unfortunately,
this was turning out to be one of those nights where his dick had a
mind of its own.