Wanton (3 page)

Luckily, there was a condom display by the
front desk so he added a large box of Trojans to the cost of a room
with a vibrating king size bed.

While Bryson took a shower Courtney picked
up his cell phone and toyed with the idea of calling Allison to
give her a sexual play-by-play of her boyfriend’s evening.

Nah, she put the phone down, deciding it
would be much more fun to confront Allison in person. She might not
be able to ever get Billy all to herself, but Bryson would
definitely be attainable, especially when her only competition was
that fat ass prude. How Allison had gotten hired as a Hooters Girl,
Courtney would never know.

It might not be the Dalton dick that she
wanted, but they did have awesome chemistry together at the ring
and Bryson so far had proved to be a decent fuck. Now that her
daddy had moved to Atlanta, she hated staying all alone in that new
condo. She didn’t have anyone to ride to shows with and with all
the heat she’d been getting it was getting dangerous driving her
Corvette to the buildings. She’d beat the shit out of anyone she
ever caught vandalizing that car.

By the time she got done with Bryson he was
gonna be so pussy whipped he wouldn’t ever want to go home to
Allison. There wasn’t a bitch on the planet who could out fuck or
fight her.

Might as well get to work, and hop in the
shower with him. She got naked only to find out he’d locked the
bathroom door.

So much for that idea.

Courtney spruced up her makeup, applying a
heavy coat or the reddest lipstick in her makeup bag. After
stripping off the tacky plaid bedspread, she sprawled out on the
sheets and channel flipped to ESPN.

Nothing like a little Sportscenter blowjob
to get a guy in the mood.

Bryson came out of the bathroom with a towel
wrapped around his waist and his long dark hair hanging loose down
his back. When he bent over his bag Courtney couldn’t help but
admire the sweep of his broad shoulders with beads of water still
dripping down his smooth tanned skin.

Fuck! He was hot!

She made a grab for the towel before he
could find a pair of clean briefs. She couldn’t help taking a step
back to admire the tight curve of his bare ass.

“Hey, give me my towel back.” He turned to
face her, offering up a tremendous view of his muscled chest.

She held it behind her back. “Come and get
it.”

He tackled her onto the bed and they wound
up dueling tongues as he hooked her leg and pinned her down.

Courtney could easily bench press her body
weight and then some, but she didn’t put up a struggle.

It was more fun to let him kiss her into
submission.

He started nibbling his way down her neck
before biting into the soft flesh of her breast.

“You were so bad not wearing any panties to
the ring.” He pulled her nipple into his mouth, biting down hard
enough to make her reach for his hair. “No, I’m not done with you
yet.” He switched his teeth to her other breast, before saying,
“You’re going to have to pay for being such a bad girl.”

“What do you have in mind?” She played
along.

“On your knees, bitch.” He shoved her toward
the side of the bed. “I want my dick back in your mouth.”

That, she had no problem with. She got down
on the floor between his legs, making him hard the first time she
took all of him into her mouth.

He wrapped a hand in her hair, controlling
the pace.

If he thought he was going to get away
without fucking her again, he had another thing coming. She took
him right to the edge, licking the pre-cum off the head of his
penis.

“Do you want me to fuck you again?” he
asked.

She nodded.

“Say, it.” He yanked at her hair.

Courtney looked him right in those steel
grey eyes, the same eyes she was used to seeing on Billy and said,
“I want you to fuck me.”

“How about you fuck me? Go get a condom?” He
pointed toward the box he’d left on the vanity.

She got up, taking her time opening the box
because she could see him checking out her ass in the mirror. She
purposely dropped it to offer up a pussy shot as she bent from the
waist to pick up the condom wrapper.

“You’re so bad.” He laughed, motioning for
her to come to him. “I think you still need a little more
punishment.”

“Oh, really,” she hit him with her best
attempt at an innocent smile. “But, your daddy says I’m so damn
good. He’s never had any pussy better than mine.”

Okay, that might have been pushing it just a
little because he scowled. “Get your ass over here.”

He pulled her onto his lap all bend over
with her ass up in the air. “I think you need another
spanking.”

Her pussy tingled with anticipation as he
gently caressed her ass before letting his other hand come down
with a hard pop.

He slid a finger into her, “You’re all wet
again.”

Then bam, his other hand came down on her
butt check making her moan with pleasure.

He continued fingering her with one hand and
smacking her ass with the other until she came all over his hand
with an explosive scream.

Just like she hoped, he made her lick her
own juices off his finger before he bit into her ass hard enough to
leave a mark.

“Now you may climb on board, after you get
me ready for that condom.”

Considering that he was already hard, all it
took was a few teasing licks to get the condom in place.

She climbed onto his lap, wrapping her legs
around his waist. This was a new position for Courtney, but she
liked the friction on her clit and the depth of penetration. He
might not have Billy’s dick, but at least he knew how to use what
he had.

They started out slow, building the tension
until she leaned back bracing her hands on his knees to offer up a
most spectacular view of her boobs. He got the message and helped
himself to a handful, lapping and biting on her tits while she
reached to down rub at her clit to set off a series of multiple
orgasms that came in intense waves of pleasure.

“Now that you’ve had your fun.” He stood,
picking her up with the strength to keep his dick inside her. “It’s
my turn to pound your sweet little pussy.”

He power slammed her onto the bed hard
enough to take her breath away, but still keep his dick right in
place. He pinned her to the bed, letting her have it like he’d been
wanting it all her life.

Bryson came with a roar, biting into her
shoulder hard enough to draw blood. So much for safe sex, as he
licked up every drop of her blood.

Bryson woke up alone flooded by a wave of
relief.

Maybe the hoping the whole Courtney thing
had all been a bad dream. A red hot dirty dream, but a dream never
the less.

He got up and stretched, feeling like he’d
spend a week training in a Japanese Dojo. The sound of a running
shower and her hot pink gear bag on the vanity killed the nightmare
theory.

They had done it so many times he’d lost
count. Every time he’d been ready to pass out she’d gotten right
back on his dick wanting more.

The bitch was insatiable.

Courtney wasn’t the snuggling type, which
suited him just fine. They had fallen asleep on opposite ends of
the king sized bed. From the bruises on his legs, she must have
gone kung fu on him in her sleep.

Oh shit!

A glimpse of his bare butt in the mirror
revealed a series of claw marks. Hopefully his trunks would cover
then in the ring, or he would be catching hell in the locker room
tonight. Not to even mention what would happen when he got home in
a couple of days.

He pulled on a pair of workout shorts and
grabbed his phone. He dreaded having to make that call to Allison.
He’d never once tried to lie to the only girl he’d ever loved, but
it wasn’t like he had any other choice. If he told her the truth,
he’d come home to find his shit waiting for him on the curb.

The free coffee at the front desk wasn’t all
that good, but it was strong and hot. Exactly what he needed to
clear his head. He walked down to the beach, wishing it was Allison
waiting for him back in that motel room.

He flipped open his phone and checked the
time. She’d be in class so at least he’d get her voice mail.

Taking a deep breath, he hit her name on
speed dial, “Hey, baby, sorry I missed your call last night. I
guess I had a little too much Jack and not enough Diet Coke. Love
you.”

***

So what if he wasn’t Billy.

Courtney contemplated her choices while
soaping up in the shower. With bite marks on her breasts, shoulders
and butt she looked more like she’d been in a fight instead of an
all night fuckfest. Not to even mention that pleasant stiffness in
her inner thighs. Sex with Bryson was a workout. He’d came at her
hard and rough and brutally physical. Just the way she liked
it.

For a guy in his late 40’s Billy always got
the job done, but he couldn’t hang with her more than twice a
night. His son however, Courtney grinned despite herself, who would
have thought that Bryson would have been able to get her off like
that.

Bryson was kinda like a time-warp version of
his dad. Only with muscles instead of brawn and she liked the long
hair on his head and no hair anywhere else. She’d been trying to
get Billy to wax his chest hair for the longest, but he was too old
school to even consider shaving down.

Bryson was good in the ring and a total
badass if the situation called for it. Plus they had great
chemistry together with her at ringside cheering him on. He also
had a college degree in Sports Management to fall back on if he
ever got seriously hurt and couldn’t wrestle anymore.

Best of all there was no wedding band on
Bryson’s finger. If she wanted the Dalton name, Bryson would be her
best bet for getting it. What she wanted more than anything else in
the whole world was to officially be a part of that family. If it
took marrying Bryson, then that was just what she’d have to do.

Finding the room empty, she carefully
applied her makeup and took a blow dryer to her long blond
hair.

She was adjusting the string on her neon
pink bikini when her phone rang. Picking it up, she laughed at
seeing Billy’s name on the caller ID.

“Hello,” she answered with a breathy Marilyn
Monroe voice.

“Where the hell are you?”

“What’s it to you? Couldn’t your rat get you
off last night?”

“Not with two broken ribs and a busted lip,”
he said. “I had to take her to the ER.”

“Well, I spent the night screwing your son’s
brains out.” She tucked the phone to her not sore shoulder and
slipped into a matching pink thong.

Billy ignored her comment and said,
“Moolah’s gonna be pissed at you roughing up one of her girls.”

Courtney laughed. “Like I care, I’ll shoot
on her too if she wants to drag her old ass in the ring with
me.”

“If you want to keep wrestling in the
states, you’re gonna have to tone it down in the ring.”

“Maybe I just start valeting for Bryson
fulltime, now that we’re dating.”

Billy sounded like he might be choking on
his morning coffee. “In case you’re forgetting he’s already got a
girlfriend.”

“Not for very much longer,” she said with
assurance. “If you’ll excuse me I’m going to go fuck your son
again.”

Courtney clicked off the phone before he had
a chance to respond.

***

“Hey, wattcha doing?”

Bryson looked up to see Courtney towering
over him.

She looked like a super model right off the
pages of Sports Illustrated in a tiny string bikini. He couldn’t
even get Allie into a two piece swimsuit, and it wasn’t like she
didn’t have the body for it, well, unless you compared her to
Courtney.

“Just thinking,” he finally said.

“I know the cure for that.” She sat down
beside him, stretching out her long muscular legs. “How about a
quickie before we find a gym to get in our workout?”

She actually had the nerve to straddle him
right there on the beach, reaching to untie her bikini bottoms.

“Are you nuts?” He grabbed her hand to stop
her striptease. “We can’t do that here.”

Courtney leaned forward, her boobs right in
his face where he could see the purple bruises from where he’d
bitten her the night before.

Standing up, she said, “Well, then I guess
we’ll just have to go back to the room.”

She took off, not waiting for him to
follow.

He should have known better, but there was
no taking his eyes off that perfectly sculpted ass of hers. Like a
pussy whipped fool he followed her right back into that motel
room.

“Looks like we’ve only got one condom left,”
she said, shaking out the box. “I guess we’d better make the best
of it.”

“I guess so.”

THE END

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“She’s a devious, manipulative, two-faced
psycho bitch.”

No matter how many miles she put on the
treadmill, Courtney couldn’t outrun the words of her as of this
morning ex-husband.

“She’ll make love to you one night and the
stab you in the back the next.”

Five miles later and Bryson’s hateful words
still rang in her ears.

Bitch
– She had no problem owning up to that title.

Making love
– Never a word she associated with
Bryson.

There had never been anything romantic about
their sex life. The two of them had fucked their way through seven
years of marital hell.

Billy had been the one wielding the knife
into their backs. If he hadn’t lied about getting a vasectomy none
of this would have ever happened. It wasn’t that she didn’t love
those two little boys. She did. At least the best she knew how. It
was just that getting knocked up with twins had knocked her right
out of the running for a shot at winning her first Olympia.