The Possession (8 page)

      
Jack was delirious with panic as he looked for Krissy. All sorts of gut-wrenching scenarios went through his mind about the kinds of contests she was liable to be the prize in. But the worst one, he knew, was
Pin the Dick in the Pussy
, so it was to that booth he went first. When he quickly surmised that his professor wasn’t to be the prize at that contest, that some other woman would get fucked by the winner, he left immediately and searched the grounds for the right booth.

The surrounding courtyard of Hotel Atlantis was massive and dimly lit, the only light that which was given off by blazing tiki torches. Much like a state fair, contest booths were set up all over it, only many of the games were x-rated and the prizes were gorgeous, naked women.

To the right of him was a pussy eating contest, and to the left of him was the rubber ducky booth. The rubber ducky booth was set up the same way it was at state fairs where contestants got to choose one rubber ducky out of a dozen or so that were swimming by and pick it up to see what he’d won. Only instead of the prizes being stuffed animals, the bottoms of the duckies said things like “a blowjob” or “five minutes of cunt licking”.

Jack jogged by the rubber ducky booth, paying an angry customer no attention when he started yelling he’d been cheated out of his money because the bottom of his ducky said “a kiss”.

“Where are you?” he muttered to himself, his panic and possessiveness growing steeper with every passing moment. He continued jogging by various assorted booths, his heart rate increasing. “Where the hell—”

“Sitting spread out on the stage for your viewing pleasure,”
a loud, disembodied male voice boomed out through a microphone,
“we have the slut Krissy…”

Jack’s eyes narrowed first at the word slut and then at the name Krissy. “Don’t call her that, asshole. And don’t call her by my pet name for her either,” he gritted out as he picked up the speed of his jogging.

      
“…as you can see our horny little Krissy is a natural redhead.”

Jack’s nostrils flared as he finally caught up to the booth and came to a standstill before it, watching angrily as the Prickly Professor spread her legs wide open on a stage and the male announcer ran his fingers through her pussy hair, petting her like a kitty-cat. He knew it was all a rehearsed act but goddamn he wanted to kill the sonofabitch for touching her.

The men gathered around the stage started whistling and shouting while the male announcer petted her intimately, catcalls and loud boasts filling the air.

“As much as our slutty little Krissy likes to get fucked,”
the announcer continued while his index finger rimmed the hole of her cunt,
“tonight she’s in the mood to have her delicious cunt sucked on.”

More whistling, louder catcalls and cheering. Krissy did as she’d been told to do, smiling down at the men in the audience while the announcer fondled her.

Jack gulped. It was the first time he’d ever seen her smile. Sweet Jesus he’d had no idea her cute little cheeks were dimpled. But goddamn it if that bastard didn’t quit touching her…

“Shall I suck on it first to find out how sweet her juice tastes?”

Jack’s jaw clenched hotly. If that mother fucker put his face anywhere near her pussy he was a dead man.

“On second thought, it’s the right of the lucky winner to get the first and only taste of this succulent cunt tonight, so gentlemen, let’s start the contest. The winner,”
he finished as he tweaked one of her nipples,
“gets to play with this gorgeous slut’s body while he drains her dry.”

Jack pushed his way to the front of the line, willing to do whatever it took to be declared the winner. He didn’t know yet what kind of a contest it was and he didn’t care.

If Krissy was getting her pussy sucked on tonight, it would be by him.

* * * * *

Kris’ heartbeat went into overdrive as she watched Jack’s teeth grit and the veins on his massively muscled arm bulge.
Oh lord
, she thought as she bit on her lower lip,
don’t lose now, Jack. You’ve made it to the final two for goodness sake.

She knew he had to be tired. He was arm-wrestling his sixth and final opponent while she laid back on her elbows on the stage above the competitors, her legs spread wide at the knees, and watched. Occasionally she fondled herself as she’d been instructed to do, or glanced down into the arena of men to wink at them while she rubbed her nipples, but for the most part her gaze remained trained on Jack.

At first she hadn’t known what to think when he’d beaten his first opponent. She’d spent the greater part of the day talking herself out of thinking about Jack, only to have him show up at the first contest she’d been placed as a prize in and try to win the right to perform oral sex on her.

Quite frankly she hadn’t expected for this many men to be interested in winning the right to eat her out, so as it turned out Jack had his work cut out for him.

Not a bad showing for a woman with ten cats, she sniffed.

Kris’ heart rate sped up impossibly further as more and more men began circling Jack and Lauren, waiting to see who would emerge the victor. Lauren was big and muscular like Jack so it was hard to tell which one of the two would win.

She had to admit, she was getting pretty turned on watching Jack arm-wrestle for her. He looked sexy in the jeans that molded perfectly to his body and the sexy black shirt that showed off his muscular arms. And then there was the way his teeth were gritted and his muscles were corded and slick with perspiration…

Very hot.

Knowing he was doing it for the right to perform oral sex on her—extremely hot.

And yet, perversely, she was as afraid of Jack winning as she was afraid of Jack losing. Because if he won he would get to touch her for a full thirty minutes and she didn’t know if she could handle it.

When all was said and done, after all, Kris would go back to being the boring professor of anthropology and Jack would go back to dating his dumb airheads. She wasn’t certain she could stomach seeing him with a beautiful, built blonde on his arm after spending so much intimate time with him.

Every moment that she spent with him would make their inevitable parting of company that much more difficult.

Or, at least, it would for her.

“He’s almost got him pinned,” one man called out jovially before sipping on his glass of champagne.

Kris chewed on her bottom lip as she tried to make out who had almost pinned whom. But so many men were gathered around now that she couldn’t make out much of anything.

“Come on buddy, I’ve got three hundred bucks riding on you!” another man called out.

A couple of minutes later, when loud cheers went up like wildfire, Kris’ heart damn near beat out of her chest. She could tell by the loud ruckus that a winner had been declared but had no idea if that winner was Jack or Lauren.

She lay there in wait, her breasts heaving up and down dramatically as she tried to calm her breathing.

And as she waited for the victor to emerge from the circle of men to orally perform on her.

Two sets of hands grabbed her from behind, lifting her up. She gasped.

“It’s okay,” one of the young men who worked at Hotel Atlantis said in low tones. “We’re just carrying you to the pillows to make the next half hour more comfortable for you is all.”

“But who won?” she breathed out as the young, muscular men carried her to the middle of the stage and laid her down within an enclave of lush pillows that resembled a harem bed. “Who won?” she asked again, wide-eyed.

“I’m not sure,” the man who had announced her on stage admitted. “I couldn’t see over the crowd. Still can’t.” He smiled at her. “It’ll be okay, Kris. Just remember if you don’t like the guy it only lasts for thirty minutes.”

But thirty minutes with Jack McKenna could go a long way toward breaking her heart, she silently admitted. Not that she could tell the guys that. They’d all think she was nuts, not realizing her history with him.

Try to remember you’re just a prostitute to him, Kris. No matter who walks out of the circle a winner, to both men you are nothing more than a prostitute.

And then she saw them. Both of them. Jack and Lauren shook hands as any good sportsmen would do after a winner had been declared, then broke away from each other. Her heart began thumping in overtime again as she stared wide-eyed at both of them, waiting to see which one would walk away and which one would climb the twig-like steps of the log stage…

She gasped as he took the stairs two at a time, his breathing ragged and his upper body soaked in perspiration.

“Jack,” she whispered.

* * * * *

Jack ignored the congratulatory remarks and the whooping victory sounds being sent up on his behalf as he narrowed his dark gaze at the object of his lust and obsession and, like a charging bull in full rut, headed straight toward the bed of pillows she was laying in.

“Jack,” she whispered, her green eyes wide. “You won.”

“Disappointed?” he asked a bit gruffly. He was pumped full of a dangerous mix of adrenaline, possessiveness, and testosterone—the three elements he’d used to his advantage tonight to insure his victory. “I told you not to let another man touch your pussy,” he gritted out. “That announcer…”

“He’s gay,” she said quickly. “It was just an act.”

Jack grunted, knowing that part of her statement wasn’t true. He’d known the announcer for a few years and the man was definitely not gay. Still, he also realized that Krissy probably believed that statement to be true because it was a common lie the announcers often told to the new women to make them feel more comfortable with being fondled by them during the pre-contest shows.

He stared down at her, his emotions wild. He felt like an animal. He wanted to tell Krissy that she meant more to him than a prize at a contest, that he’d fought to win her just so no other man could touch what he already considered to be his, but all he could think about at the moment was that he was damn tired and she belonged to him and him alone for the next thirty minutes.

And sweet Jesus did she look good to him.

Lounging back on the pillows, her thighs spread wide apart, he stared at her exposed cunt, ready to devour it. It was ruby red and puffed up, telling him without verbal confirmation that she was already highly aroused.

He saw her breathing hitch as he came down on his knees before her, settling himself between her legs. Her breasts heaved up and down as she made eye contact with him, her nipples jutting up, seeking attention.

Jack palmed her breasts, then ran his hands up and down the length of her chest, watching her breathing grow increasingly labored while he did so. He ran his hands over her breasts as if spreading suntan oil on them, watching her body writhe from the friction against her nipples.

He glanced back down between her legs and felt his mouth begin to water. “I worked real hard for this pussy tonight, sweetheart,” he growled. “So lay back and enjoy the next thirty minutes because my face will be buried between your legs the entire time.”

He saw her wet her lips, whether out of nervousness or anticipation he couldn’t say. And that was the last thing he saw before his face dove between her thighs and his mouth clamped on to her cunt like a baby to a pacifier.

“Jack,” she breathed out, her back arching. “Oh god, Jack.”

He heard her breathy moans somewhere in the back of his mind, but like a man possessed he could think only about the flesh he was sucking on. He growled low in his throat as he took her clit between his lips and began firmly suctioning it with his tongue.

She arched her back again, grinding her cunt against his face as she wrapped her legs around his neck and moaned.
“Yes,”
she groaned, her breathing labored.
“Oh Jack, yes.”

He grunted arrogantly as she writhed beneath him, his mouth firmly latched around her clit. He sucked on the swollen piece of flesh hard, and harder still, growling incoherently against her pussy that her cunt belonged to him.

Jack ignored the whooping sounds the men continued to make as they voyeuristically watched him eat Krissy out. He even managed to ignore it when they gathered closer around the bed of pillows and made appreciatory comments about her body.

“Look how stiff her nipples are,” he heard one say.

“Damn I want to fuck her,” another one said thickly.

He managed to ignore them only because he knew none of them would ever get the chance to touch her. What belonged to Jack McKenna belonged only to Jack McKenna, and the pussy he was feverishly sucking on was definitely his.

He went in for the kill then, sucking her clit firmly and vigorously, growling low in his throat as she bucked up beneath him. On a loud groan she burst, her legs violently trembling as her nipples stabbed up and she drenched his mouth with her sweet climax.

He lapped it all up, gluttonously sucking at her pussy hole to get every drop of liquid her cunt had made for him…

From somewhere in the haze of her mind, Kris heard the shouts and the cheers, heard the other men laughing lustily as they watched her aching nipples stiffen impossibly further and stab upwards, but she was so aroused that all she could concentrate on was the face buried between her legs.