you, everything smells good enough to fuck,” Jack said.
Kyle shrugged and lay back to watch and stroke his cock.
Wendy danced in front of Jack as she raised his shirt off over his head. Then she turned and moved her ass inches over the top of his pants. He caressed her firm butt. She turned, pushed him to his back, and unzipped his jeans, and his thick cock sprang free.
Keeping the beat, Wendy leaned over and ran her tongue around the head of Jack’s cock, leaving it wet and harder. Jack’s body jerked with involuntary movements.
Something about the way Wendy controlled the situation turned Star on. She slipped her hand under her shirt, messaged her tightening tits, and pinched the sensitized nipples.
Wendy took Jack’s cock into her mouth, sliding her bright red lips down the length of the shaft.
“Hey,” Kyle said. “Where do I fit in?”
Wendy rose, grinning, and climbed up on the bed. On her hands and knees, she looked back at the redhead and slapped her own ass. “Right here.”
As Kyle worked his way into Wendy’s pussy, she slid her mouth back down Jack’s prick.
Star swallowed hard. She’d never watched like this before.
Finally buried, Kyle gripped Wendy’s hips and held her up close. Wendy groaned and raised her ass higher.
The music changed tempo to something slow and steady, and the three moved in time with it. Kyle withdrew halfway as Wendy raised her mouth up to the tip of Jack’s prick, and then both cocks disappeared again.
Star slid her hand down the front of her pants to her clit, easily finding juices to lubricate her fingers. As the fucking continued, punctuated with groans and grunts, her clit swelled with need and she rubbed it harder.
Kyle’s arm and shoulder muscles bunched and his buttocks clenched with each stroke, and he closed his eyes. Jack fondled Wendy’s puckering nipples as his prick reached full size, slick and hard.
Star closed her eyes and imagined the feel of big, strong hands around her waist, gripping her and pulling her back against a massive cock, slick with her juices and aching for her. She felt hot breath on the back of her neck.
“Oh, fuck,” Kyle groaned. “This feels too good.” He broke the rhythm, pounding flesh to flesh.
Star leaned her head back and rubbed her clit faster until everything tightened. She imagined a mouth crushed to hers, hands touching her flesh, urgent thrusts, a hard body. Pulling a nipple, she slid three fingers into her pussy. Spasms squeezed her drenched fingers, and she bit her bottom lip to remain quiet as release swept over her.
When she opened her eyes, she found Kyle lying on his back and Wendy riding Jack, her hands splayed on his chest.
As she watched Wendy approaching a climax, Star realized with a start whose hands she’d fantasized about, whose mouth and hard body.
Benjamin.
She drew her hand from her pants and swallowed hard. Why in the hell had she fantasized about him? He wasn’t even close to Brad Pitt.
Wendy’s head dropped forward and she grunted with each thrust as she came. Jack’s hips rose up from the bed as he matched her movements, groaning with pleasure. Finally, Wendy collapsed to her side and lay on her back between Jack and Kyle. The music continued on with its raunchy beat.
Star rested her head against the back of the chair and recalled the way Benjamin had looked at her when he discovered her in his study. He was angry for sure and surprised, but there was more, a touch of something like fear in his eyes. What could he possibly be afraid of?
Benjamin sipped whiskey and watched flames crawl over the newest log. At least the blasted music had stopped. He’d noticed it when he first rose and realized his house guests were still in residence. It was cheap music, suggestive of sex, and he’d tried not to picture the foursome from the night before.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t enjoyed watching them. He had. In fact, he’d wakened with a vision of Star, her hair darkened with sweat, her head thrown back in ecstasy, riding him with abandon, her nails digging into his chest.
He’d spent twenty minutes wrestling his hunger back to its corner.
And then he’d discovered her in his study. Had she arrived a few minutes sooner, she’d have seen him emerging from his hidden room. No one but Cassandra knew of his inner sanctum.
The most insane part of the whole encounter was that through his haze of anger, he’d wanted to grab her shoulders and drag her to him. He’d wanted to part her thighs and claim her as his own.
What the hell was he thinking? She was a vagabond, nothing more, wandering through. She’d soon be gone and he’d never see her again.
Why did that thought bother him? And what was it about her he found so damned appealing?
He watched the fire burn until the newest log was consumed.
Downing the last of the shot, he deposited the glass on his desk and rose. It was time for him to determine exactly what his guests had planned.
He found the four mortals in his kitchen making use of the stove. Scents suggested some form of food he wasn’t familiar with.
“Come on,” one of the men said. “Put olives in it.”
“Olives?” a woman answered. “In chili? That’s disgusting.”
“No, it’s—”
They fell silent as he entered the room.
Wendy and Kyle stood at the stove where they had been arguing over ingredients. Jack spread dishes around the table and Star filled glasses with a purple liquid. She glanced up, spotted him, and spilled some of the purple drink onto the counter before righting the bottle.
He stayed just inside the doorway, trying not to show his disgust at the strange aroma. “I take it you’re finding sufficient food?”
“We picked up some stuff at the Stop & Shop,” Jack said. “You want to join us?”
“No, thank you.” He crossed the room to lean against the counter near Star and noted the increase in her heart rate with a degree of satisfaction. “I apologize for the lack of rations. I’ll have some brought in for the morning.”
“Cool,” Wendy said. “Thanks.”
Star maneuvered around him to deliver glasses to the table, almost but not quite touching him. His fingers itched to reach for her, and a dull ache started at the base of his canines. He tried his best to ignore it.
“And your vehicle?”
“We had to order a fuel line,” Jack said. “Should be in tomorrow. Won’t take long to install.”
And then you leave.
Star glanced up from the table, met his gaze, and looked away.
Disappointment
