If he comes too soon you’ll spoil the fun.’ Mr Alpha’s deep growl rumbles between us and makes us both jump. Guiltily I snatch my hand away.
The barman opens wide, lustful eyes and takes a long, shaky breath. ‘Wow.’
I smile. A film of sweat on his forehead is matting some of the blond streaks into little damp curls. He looks like some hungry, grown-up cherub – good enough to eat.
Mr Alpha eyes us both with interest. ‘Ready?’
‘You bet.’ The barman is eyeing me like I’m his next meal and he hasn’t eaten for a while.
Mr Alpha’s eyes narrow. ‘Aren’t we forgetting something?’
The barman looks instantly terrified. ‘What?’
Mr Alpha holds up two foil packets. ‘These.’
The barman automatically reaches for one but Mr Alpha holds them higher, out of his reach. ‘Uh-uh. She’ll put them on.’
He gets behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees.
This is beyond exciting. I can scarcely breathe. The orgasm I was denied earlier is pounding against my sex now, demanding release. If something doesn’t happen soon I’ll explode.
I reach up for the packet but Mr Alpha captures my wrists and pulls my arms firmly behind me. ‘Not so fast. Show our guest some respect. You’ll put it on with your mouth. Lick him first.’
The barman’s cock bucks as I lean forward. He smells nice – very clean, like he’s just washed. I lick nervously at the broad silky head. Mr Alpha’s own erection juts imperiously into my neck. His grip on my arms is like iron, and I can feel the heat from his powerful thighs at either side of me.
I know what he wants me to do – wet the barman’s erection all over so the condom will be just that little bit more sensitive once it’s in place, but I’ve never done it like this or to another man.
Wickedness takes on a whole new dimension.
At last his tool is thoroughly wet and by some miracle of self-control the barman has managed not to come. Now for the condom. Mr Alpha places it in my mouth and I ease it on with my lips and my tongue, nipping and tugging at the end to fix it in place while the barman groans.
‘Now me.’ Mr Alpha releases my arms and the barman steps behind to take his place. Mr Alpha towers before me and his erection is so big now I wonder if I shall manage this, but his wonderful taste and the feel of his ridged skin propel me to new heights of skill. At last I lean back, pleased with myself.
He has watched me throughout, a deep, burning gleam in his eyes his only reaction to what I know must be a pretty intense experience.
The two men loom over me, looking deep into each other’s eyes. They seem to communicate on a different level now.
At Mr Alpha’s slight nod the barman hoists me under the arms and holds me up, my toes just touching the floor. He’s stronger than he looks. He holds me suspended in mid-air while Mr Alpha slowly removes the butt plug.
As it slides out I give a deep sigh and nearly come again. A stern look from Mr Alpha prevents me. I’d almost forgotten it was there and now I feel empty, open, abandoned.
At that moment he gives the barman another nod and I feel the head of the barman’s sheathed erection prod gently at my opening, filling the gap, and then without warning he surges up inside me.
I cry out, startled at the suddenness of it, and then Mr Alpha takes a step forward, his eyes burning into mine, and he enters me from the front.
Oh, yes …
They ease in fully and wait a second, eyeing each other over my shoulder like gymnasts poised for some intricate move, and then they start to thrust …
It’s glorious. I’ve never in all my life felt so filled, so used, so hot.
Mr Alpha is taking his time. He can stave off pleasure for hours. Now he’s smiling and slowly withdraws, easing me onto my knees. He slaps the barman on the back. ‘Thanks. You were terrific. I’ll take over now. We’ll settle up later.’
The barman dresses quickly and leaves, giving me a fond little half wave as he closes the door.
* * *
Now we are alone. Mr Alpha circles around me, his gaze stern. ‘Did you enjoy that?’
I eye him playfully. ‘Did you?’
His eyes darken. ‘Mind your manners. Lean over the bed.’
I double up over the edge of the bed, my legs splayed wide, my head on the mattress and my ass high in the air. I’m all glowing now and he spanks me again, really hard this time. It’s wildly arousing. At last I feel his hands smoothing over my punished, burning cheeks with long, loving sweeps, easing his fingers into my passages, driving me to distraction.
‘You’re so beautiful. I’ve never seen anything so infuriating as you touching that blond. If I ever see you do that again I’ll –’
He breaks off as he plunges into me from behind, his erection now so big and so hot I feel I’ve been invaded by a volcano. He pounds into me time and again, his thrusts long, hot and savage.
‘You’ll what?’ I grin between gasps.
I almost feel his wave of fury as his climax begins to swell his cock even bigger. ‘I’ll fuck you rigid, like this.’
With a great shout he comes inside me. We collapse together on the bed, laughing, ecstatic and spent.
* * *
Tomorrow we’ll be on our way home and all this will be just a memory. While he drives I’ll gaze adoringly at his profile. From time to time he’ll touch my hand or stroke my thigh.
We lead busy, happy lives, full of family, full of love. We get rarely get the chance to be completely on our own. Sometimes we like to play wicked, grown-up games.
I work hard too. He knows me well. And he knows that once in a while, to keep things spicy, I need something just that little bit extra.
‘Lazy …’
Reflecting on it later, it would occur to Ryan how natural waking up next to her had seemed – so natural he didn’t wonder at her presence for even a moment. Of course, the whole scene was awash in sleepy pleasures; the bed was warm, her body as perfumed and sweetly soft as the early-morning haze clouding his mind. She lay with an arm draped across his chest, long legs holding one of his scissored between. Holding him
