Lynne's Love Triangle (4 page)

“I asked you several questions. Do you want to join the party? Or, do you want to be on the outside looking in?”

“Okay, sure.” He swallowed hard, but a red-faced Kurt quickly turned away from her. “Count me in. I’m all for it.”

Lynne’s body flooded with heat and moisture. Finally. She had him where she wanted him. Soon he’d be in her bed and in her body. She be fucking the man she was in love with and as a bonus she’d get to fuck Elvis, too.

“I think it would be great if you joined us.” She smiled. “You might get too hot if you spent all your time watching.” She put her hand on his knee and was surprised to find he was trembling. She slid her hand up his thigh and brushed across the front of his jeans.

His cheeks flushed, and his Adams apple bobbed up and down.

“See how nice it feels when I touch you?”

He nodded and licked his lips.

God. She loved him so much, so why had she waited so long to make her move?
Face it, girl. You were waiting for him to make the first move. You could have waited for freaking ever.

His sculpted cheekbones turned rosy. Who was he trying to fool? He was no virgin, and neither was she.

She leaned close and nipped his earlobe. Kurt’s face darkened, and his eyes glittered. Did he realize what his eyes were promising? She kissed the tender spot under his ear and licked away the kiss. “Want more, handsome?”

He nodded, not looking away.

She loved the way his long lashes fluttered when his eyes glazed over with lust. She’d cupped his cock through his jeans and stroked slowly up and down.

Kurt clamped his large hand over hers. “Stop, witch,” he whispered.

She smiled. “Are you sure you want me to stop?”

“Yes. Stop now, or I’ll have you naked on top of the table in about two minutes.” He looked around. “Course, this crowd might not mind. Hell, they might even cheer us on.”

Lynne kissed him and nibbled on his lower lip.

Kurt shivered and pulled away slowly. “Behave, or you’ll be sorry. I don’t particularly want to fuck you the first time in public.”

He was serious, but she wasn’t ready to give up quite yet. She kissed him once more with tongue and at the same time stroked his shaft. Kurt yanked her hand away. “No more.”

The emcee broke the moment when his microphone squealed.

Before turning his chair away so he faced the stage, Kurt wrapped his fingers around hers. “What the hell is going on? You’d better not be making a fool out of me, Lynne. I swear I’ll get even with you if you’re fucking with my mind.”

She held tight to his fingers. “Screw your mind. I’m serious, Kurt. I’ve wanted you for a long time, and I’m tired of waiting for you to make up your mind. At first, we had to wait because you were my student, I had to wait until you were no longer in my classes. The administration doesn't look to fondly on college professors having affairs with their students. But, honey, you've been out of college plenty long enough, and I want you."

“Oh…”

He held her fingers so hard it was beginning to hurt, but Lynne was so happy she had all of his attention, it didn’t matter.

“Okay, folks, this here is Elvis number three. Dwane Everbright.”

Lynne giggled. Dwane was cute, and unless he'd stuffed the front of his skin-tight slacks, it looked like he'd been well-blessed in the penis department. Only problem was, he was very black and didn’t look a thing like Elvis.

He started singing, and Lynne’s giggle stopped dead. If she closed her eyes, it sounded like the King himself. Mmm, he was good.

“I like him. What do you think, Kurt? Do you like him?”

Kurt shrugged. “He’s okay, but not who I had in mind.”

“Okay, we’ll just have to come back next week.”

“There’s one more to go tonight. Let’s stick around, and if he’s no good, we’ll try again.”

Chapter Four

“Put your hands together for Troy Dentin…”

This was the third Saturday night Lynne and Kurt had sat in the Orchid Lounge hoping to find the right Elvis for their ménage party. There was only one more singer tonight, and so far no one had rated high in either of their books.

Next weekend was the finals, and there were no other new Elvises to sing.

Lynne had been in a funk for days, and Kurt wasn’t sure how to get her out of it. Maybe a little hot sex would get her juices flowing, but since she’d gotten fucking Elvis in her mind, she hadn’t been receptive to his overtures. It was as if she had to save herself for the big night.

Kurt put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. “You are lookin’ hotter and hotter, babe. This thing has really got you riled up. Why won’t you let me take some of the edge off? You know you want it, and you want it bad.”

The crowd was noisy with anticipation. They too knew Troy was the last of the Elvis impersonators. The bar had been noisier than usual all evening. No one seemed to notice Kurt and Lynne touching and kissing in the corner.

Kurt’s finger slid under her arm and brushed against the side of her braless breast. Tonight’s outfit was a tiny, tight, pink tank top with spaghetti straps tied in little bows. One tug and the bows would let loose, spilling her tits for all to see. It was hard to resist pulling on one of the bows.

Lynne moaned and leaned into Kurt. He bent and took her mouth in a tongue-tangling kiss. Neither noticed the last Elvis take the stage. They were both too hot to care anymore. Three weeks of waiting had done them both in–no more waiting.

“I’ll have a blue Christmas…”

Lynne jerked away from Kurt, breaking the kiss and nearly biting his tongue.

“What the hell?”

“Oh, sorry, darlin’. Listen. His voice is beautiful.”

“Mmm, sure is.”

“I’m afraid to look…you do it. Please tell me he’s as gorgeous as he sounds.”

Kurt took a quick peek and whispered, “Holy shit.”

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re gonna love him. Look for yourself, Lynne.”

She turned her head and gasped. “He’s exactly how I imagined. Ooo, his cock is huge. He’s the reincarnation of the real Elvis.” Unlike the other men, he looked natural. He wasn’t wearing a wig, but had let his hair grow long and combed it in a perfect pompadour. Even his costume was perfect: white leather with rhinestones flashing against the lights. His pelvis bulged as if his fly could barely contain the monster beneath the zipper. Lynne was going to be purely pissed if it turned out to be a codpiece or a damn sock and not the real thing.

“Uh huh. By the way, there is nothing wrong with the size of my cock, ya know.”

“Sorry, Kurt, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. You have to be at least a good seven or eight inches. That’s a good size dick.”

“Yeah, and you’re gonna love every single inch of it.” He nipped her shoulder. “I can’t wait to get you naked.”

“Well, unless one of us approaches Troy, you’re gonna be waiting a long time.”

“You’re shittin’ me?”

“Nope. You made me wait for years to have you. I’ve only made you wait a few weeks so far, but if you don’t get my Christmas present lined up, you’re gonna have to wait a hell of a lot longer.”

Kurt’s erection wilted. “Damn, woman. You’re meaner than an ol’ polecat.”

She stretched and showed her smooth tummy. “Ya think?”

He reached out and ran a finger around her belly button. “Mean as a junkyard dog.”

She pushed his hand away. “No way, mister. Get Troy for me, and you can touch me all you want. And, by the way, I’m not as mean as you think.” She sat back and stared at the stage.

“Oh yeah, prove it.”

“You get me Troy and set things up for tomorrow night, and I’ll show you a real good time–just you and me…tonight. I promise you a night you’ll never forget.”

He licked dry lips. “Tonight?”

She nodded and tugged her top down and gave him a nice view of the rounded tops of her breasts. “You’ll be more than satisfied when I’m done with you. As a matter of fact, I’ll wring you dry...turn you inside out and barely able to walk. Can you handle it big boy?”

“You bet, baby. I can take it all and give you more.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Are you threatening or promising?”

“Promising.”

“Good. You have my promise, too.” Kurt grabbed her hand and held on tight.

Troy’s rendition of Blue Christmas was even better than the original. His voice throbbed in all the right places. He didn’t wiggle his pelvis showing off his wares. He didn’t have to. His skin-tight, white trousers cupped and caressed his anatomy like a second skin.

His white shirt was tight enough to show off muscular arms and a broad chest with just a dusting of dark hair showing where the shirt was unbuttoned.

Kurt hadn’t realized a guy could give him the hots, but Troy’s body and face turned him on, big time. Looked like Troy was the right man for the job.

All he had to do was convince Troy he and Lynne were the right couple to party with. How hard could it be, Lynne was beautiful enough to convince any man. Troy would have to be a dead man to not find her sexy and delicious.

Yep, Elvis was in for the time of his life.

Kurt’s belly was full of butterflies, and he had crawly things under his skin. He wished the damn show would hurry up and end. He began to wonder if Lynne was as nervous and anxious as he was. He got his answer when her hand began to tremble in his. Oh, yeah. She was anxious and wrought up.

“Getting’ nervous, baby doll?”

She grinned. “No, but I’ll admit my tummy is a little queasy.”

“Wanna call it off and go home?”

“Are you fucking kidding? Absolutely not. You promised me a Christmas present, and I want it. If we call off tonight, remember what you’re going to miss, big boy.”

“Oh, yeah.” He hadn’t forgotten her promise, only the fact his night of sexual excess depended on if he could get Troy to join them in a night of hot, mind-numbing sex.

Troy was the obvious winner of the evening, and as soon as he was proclaimed the winner a lot of women rushed on stage to grab him and kiss him. He was surrounded by a bunch of tattooed Elvis groupies.

Lynne sat, arms folded, scowling.

Kurt knew she was getting anxious and rapidly losing her temper. It wasn’t looking good. He’d better just shove his way through the gaggle of women, or he’d lose his chance for a night in Lynne’s arms.

Finally, the group parted, and Troy walked through the throng smiling. He patted the hand grasping at him and chuckled. He kissed one elderly lady and whispered something in the ear of a girl who couldn’t have been over twenty.

Kurt wasn’t holding out much hope the guy would be open to a ménage. Looked like he had enough women on his hands.

Troy seemed pretty good-natured about the whole thing. Kurt liked his attitude toward all the groping women.

After about ten minutes, the group dispersed, and Troy pulled out a stool at the bar and ordered something.

He was alone.

* * * *

“Hey man, you do a damn fine Elvis. Can I buy you a beer?” Kurt asked, pointing at Troy’s empty longneck before parking his butt in the stool next to Troy.

“Sure. I am never one to turn down a free drink.”

“Bartender, another round over here. Please.” He pointed to the empty bottle, and a new longneck appeared immediately.

Kurt waited until Troy had half the bottle gone before he had the nerve to put his offer on the table. “My girl is a real Elvis junky. I imagine your girl is, too.”

Troy turned to meet Kurt’s eyes. “I haven’t got a girl at the moment. My ex was a jealous bitch, wouldn’t let up on me about women throwing their undies at me when I was on stage. Man, she really blew her cool if someone kissed or touched me. Hell, it wasn’t my fault.”

“Tough break man.”

“And you?”

“You see the pretty gal sittin’ alone in the corner?” Kurt asked pointing his beer towards Lynne. “I love her. All she wants for Christmas is to fulfill her fantasy.”

“Uh huh. She’s a looker. You lucky son-of-a bitch.” Troy turned and gave a howdy wave to Lynne. She wiggled her fingers in acknowledgement.

“Sooo, what’s your problem?”

“It’s the Christmas wish.”

“Yeah? What’s she want?”

“One fucking hot night with Elvis, and like some kind of idiot I promised her I’d find one for her.”

“You’re shittin’ me.” Troy’s face went deadpan. Clearly he wasn’t used to other guys offering up their girlfriend for a night of hot sex.

“No, I’m not lyin’. She told me four weeks ago, and I’ve been lookin’ ever since for the perfect guy. No luck until tonight. She’s crazy about you. Says you’re the best Elvis she’s ever seen. She loves your voice and…”

“And?”

“She likes the way your cock looks in those pants,” Kurt mumbled, wishing he could take Lynne away and make her see she didn’t need anyone else but him.

“She’s hot.” Troy took a deep drink.