The McGilley Trilogy (41 page)

“Since I know I’m no diva, I’m sure any looks are because I’m a new face around here. I don’t do the club scene.”

“What do you do for fun?” Donovan asked as he realized how very little he knew about her.

“You mean before meeting you? Work, an occasional dinner or movie then more work. I much prefer the company of animals to people. Well, most people.”

Donovan answered her cheeky grin with a slow smile. “We have that in common anyway. Would you like something to drink?”

Anna shook her head, her nerves and anticipation didn’t need any stimulation. “I’d rather just go upstairs, if you don’t mind. If we dally down here, I might lose my nerve or you might change your mind. I don’t want to chance either one.”

“Then let’s go.” Standing he took her hand, turned to catch Colin’s eye at the other end of the bar then led her to the private exit that would take them upstairs all the while wondering if he was making a colossal mistake by giving in to a pair of dove grey eyes that were as adept at shielding her emotions as he was at keeping his buried.

It was just as she remembered, Anna thought when the elevator taking them to the second floor opened its doors to the echo of slapping flesh, low moans and high pitched screams and the sight of several people in the midst of having very public sex. Swallowing convulsively, she took in the sights as her body responded without hesitation, her nipples tightening into taut peaks as her pussy swelled and creamed with the need to be filled and stroked. Several couples had taken a place on the wall length wide padded bench and were fucking in every position imaginable and, up until now, Anna had thought she had had a pretty good imagination.

Spread out in small intimate groupings were several seating sections occupied by a few people in each, some just visiting with each other, others naked and writhing together much like she longed to be doing with Donovan.

Donovan watched Anna closely, saw her reaction in the way her eyes widened before glazing over with arousal and decided not to give her any time to question herself. “Do you want to undress here and hang your clothes on a hook or use the restroom? There are lockers in there.”

Anna’s head swiveled quickly to look up into his face.
Yup,
she thought as he gazed
steadily at her
, he was serious about jumping right into the fray.
It wasn’t as if she wasn’t expecting to get naked in front of strangers for the first time, or that she didn’t want to, but now that the moment was here, it wasn’t as easy as getting naked with Donovan last weekend had been.

As if reading her mind, he asked, “Not as easy as you thought?” When she licked her bottom lip and shook her head, he decided it would be better, possibly for both of them, if he eased her into the action tonight. Tightening his hand around hers, he lifted his other hand to the buttons on her sweater. “How about if we start with your top and work our way up to the rest?”

“Okay,” she answered, relieved even though he was making quick work of the tiny pearl buttons responsible for keeping her breasts covered. Had she picked this top purposely because she knew undoing the long row of small buttons would take time? If so, she had underestimated Donovan’s experience and skill with women’s clothing. Within seconds he had half the buttons undone, enough that he could slip the sweater off her shoulders and pull her arms through the sleeves, leaving it to drape around her waist. Her bra went with just as much quick efficiency and was shoved under his belt and then he was leading her over to one of the seating areas where two men and a woman were sitting, all of them fully clothed.

“Anna, this is my brother, Brett.” Donovan watched a blush spread across her pale face as Brett rose and held out his hand, his eyes, so identical to his own, warm as they looked over her pink tipped, full breasts slowly.

Feeling awkward, exposed and aroused, Anna shook his hand, relaxing when his green eyes lifted from her bare breasts and he smiled warmly at her. “It’s nice to meet you, Brett.”

“And you. This is Kayla, the bane of my existence.”

“You’d be bored without me,” Kayla said as she smiled up at her. “Hi, Anna. Sit down and tell us how you met Donovan. I didn’t think he ever left his barn long enough to meet anyone new.”

“Shut up, brat,” Donovan said fondly as he sat down opposite them next to Mitch and pulled Anna down on his lap.

“As a matter of fact,” Anna answered her as she tried not to notice how the blatant looks from both Brett and the good looking man next to her and Donovan had her nipples hardening even more, “we met at his stables. I helped him deliver Belle’s foal the other night.”

They were chuckling over that when Donovan introduced her to the other man. “And this is a good friend, Mitch.”

Anna would have reached out a hand to greet him also, but Donovan had wrapped a steely arm around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides and cupped her right breast with his other hand. “Hello, Mitch,” she managed to say despite the instant rush of heat that not only flooded her face but her pussy as well. She was slowly finding public nudity not only a turn on, but a highly erotic experience. The feel of Donovan’s hard cock pressing against her ass added to the pleasure and she ached to feel it filling her empty sheath, ending her long drought with celibacy.

“Donovan’s told us absolutely nothing about you, Anna, but we’re happy you’ve joined us.”

There went that telltale sign of both her excitement and her nervousness as she stroked her tongue over the lush fullness of her lower lip and Donovan was hard pressed to keep from shoving her head down to his aching cock and demanding relief from the arousal he hadn’t been able to completely sate since meeting her. The irritation he was feeling at the way Mitch was looking at her didn’t help. He didn’t feel put out by Brett’s look or interest, but he did by Mitch’s and the only reasoning he could make of that hypocrisy was because he knew how Brett felt about Kayla. He was now more determined than ever to go through with his plans for her tonight.

“There’s nothing to tell. She’s interested in learning more about the lifestyle so I offered to introduce her tonight.”

Brett knew there had to be more because they knew Donovan, and Donovan didn’t do favors for anyone, especially sexual favors. But he could see the tense frustration on his brother’s face so he decided to help move things along, more for Anna’s sake than his brother’s. Pulling Kayla onto his lap, he smiled when she pulled her top over her head revealing her bare breasts without being told. She was coming to know him really well and that didn’t bother him at all, something he still had trouble getting used to considering how hard he had fought getting involved with her because of their age difference. Her sparkling blue eyes as they looked at him had the power to render him mute with longing and his cock rising with demanding intent even after fucking her practically nonstop for the past two months.

Cupping her head under the fall of her curly, black hair, he pulled her face towards his and whispered against her mouth for them alone, “Shall we show Anna how it’s done?”

Kayla’s lips curved above his. “Who cares about Anna? Show me how it’s done.”

Anna watched avidly as Brett rolled Kayla’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he took her mouth in a deep kiss. When he pinched that same nipple, they could hear Kayla moan into his mouth as she arched into his hand. Anna squirmed on Donovan’s hard as rock thigh, her pussy practically weeping when Brett shoved Kayla’s skirt up and thrust three fingers into her.

“I think Anna wants a little more attention, Donovan,” Mitch drawled as he watched Donovan toy with her nipples, Anna’s constant shifting on his lap giving away her need for more.

“Is that so, Anna?”

Did he expect her to admit it in front of everyone? When he pinched her nipple and said warningly, “Answer me, Anna,” she had her answer.

“Yes, I want more.”

Donovan quickly stood her up and stripped her before he could change his mind about his course of action tonight, then just as quickly pulled her face down over his lap, her head on Mitch’s thigh. Smacking her right buttock, he ordered without preamble, “Take out his cock, Anna.”

The sting from that first slap went right to her crotch and had her gasping in instant reaction, which was one reason she hesitated. The other was sheer surprise at the order. She wasn’t shocked that Donovan was including Mitch in their play tonight, she had figured that one out on her own within moments of being introduced to him, but she was hoping Donovan would fuck her first before subjecting her to a totally new experience. A week of anticipation following the intense night of play at his house had left her needy and on edge. The highly charged atmosphere of the club had only added to the constant hum of arousal and she was hoping her first climax tonight would be around his cock. She had never wanted anything as bad as she wanted to feel Donovan taking her with rough possession.

She cried out when he peppered her ass with a series of sharp, hard slaps that raised an instant throbbing heat across her buttocks.

“Are you ready to call it quits or are you ready to do as I say?”

“I’m sorry, I was just surprised.” Anna reached for Mitch’s zipper, grateful that he was wearing loose slacks instead of tight jeans, and slowly lowered it over his impressive cock which sprang free easily into her hands since he was going commando.

“It makes things easier, don’t you think?” Mitch asked her, his brown eyes warm as he looked down at her, his hand coming to rest casually, reassuringly on her head.

Grateful for his easy manner, she simply nodded then practically shrieked with the next series of swats on her tender skin.

“Do you need instructions on how to give a blowjob?” Donovan asked her as he lightly caressed the red flesh he had just swatted. Her ass was soft, but firm, and her response to being spanked was evident in the slick moisture spilling from her slit and the way she unconsciously undulated her hips up and down on his thighs. Despite her response and the relative ease with which she was participating tonight, he sensed her experience with even vanilla sex was limited, which would explain her hesitation now as she cradled Mitch’s cock between her hands but didn’t automatically lower her head to take him into her mouth.

“I have a little experience,” Anna admitted, not telling them that out of her five times with her second lover, she had gone down on him twice and both times with his instructions guiding her.

Mitch grabbed the base of his cock and held it up for her, saying, “Take just the head into your mouth, then use your tongue to get to know me. That will be enough for now.” Donovan had told him, in detail, how he wanted tonight to go, and Mitch knew they’d have to keep this foreplay short if he was going to last through the next part. The woman had soft, lush lips and a warm, wet mouth that felt too fucking good as she did as he instructed.

Donovan couldn’t believe how aroused he was at the sight of Anna suckling the head of Mitch’s cock, the feel of her warm ass under his hand and her soft body draped over his. He wanted her in the worst way, wanted to bury his cock balls deep inside her and take her with pounding strokes until the entire room could hear her cry out in pleasure. It was precisely that driving need that kept him from doing just that and he had to forcefully steel himself against giving in to his body’s demands.

Brett had Kayla stripped and over his lap also, and the sound of his slaps reddening her pretty ass blended with his when he stopped caressing and tapped her sharply again. A few well aimed smacks that had her skin turning from pink to red and then he couldn’t resist slipping between her spread legs and feeling that tight pussy again. Warm moisture coated his three fingers as he thrust with ease into her, her slick walls closing around his fingers in a heated vice. Pushing her hips against his invasion, he heard her moan softly around Mitch’s dick.

“Shit,” Mitch cursed with a glare at Donovan. “Unless you want this to end prematurely, I suggest you stop whatever you’re doing.”

“Come here, sugar.” Donovan slowly pulled from her clasping sheath, letting his finger glide over her swollen clit on his way out.

Anna reluctantly released Mitch’s cock head, surprised by how much she had enjoyed having him in her mouth, that is until Donovan filled her empty pussy with his fingers, distracting her with deep plunges that managed to touch upon all the right nerve endings to ratchet her arousal to a fast, feverish pitch. She shuddered as he grazed her clit long enough to keep her climax hovering. She knew better by now not to complain, to ignore the temptation to beg or curse him into giving her what she needed so badly. As Donovan settled her on his lap, her back against his chest as Mitch moved to stand in front of them, her head automatically relaxed against his hard shoulder and she looked up questioningly into his guarded face. “Donovan?”

Donovan heard the doubt in her voice, but as Mitch went to his knees before them and Donovan slid his hands under her thighs and spread them wide, he saw the excitement and lust widen her eyes. “Let us make you feel good, Anna.”

She didn’t have time to think let alone shy away as Mitch spread her pussy lips and put his mouth on her protruding clit. She tried, but she couldn’t prevent the cry of pure pleasure sweeping through her from spilling from her mouth and when Donovan released her legs, apparently confident she’d keep them splayed, and covered her breasts with those wonderfully calloused hands, she simply let go, laid back and allowed herself to wallow in this new experience. With hard hands kneading her breasts, fingers pulling tautly on her nipples, and lips, tongue and teeth all working together to stimulate every sensitive nerve ending she never knew she had in her pussy, she couldn’t do anything except combust in ecstasy. The pleasure swept through her with the force of a tornado, blowing her mind away until she didn’t know where she was or how she got there, she only knew she never wanted to come down from this consuming high.

She was still shaking with small tremors, aftershocks of pleasure rippling through her body when she opened her eyes to see Mitch standing over them, his seeping cock in hand, waiting, apparently, her approval for something. Once again, she looked up into Donovan’s closed face, his look giving nothing away.