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Passion's Vintage
A Tale of Dominance
/ Submission
& Hollywood Vampires...
***
Bryn
Savage
was Rescued from the snow begining a whirlwind sensual
adventure involving a pair of Hollywood’s hottest
Vampires and just a dash of kinky sex…
But that
was only Half the story!
In the
morning, she left for her convention not realizing
that she was walking into a trap set by yet another
Hollywood Vampire. Nick and Conner race to find her
- before Boyd does.
Chapter
One
~ Snow~
Bryn downshifted to deal with the road's rising curve
toward the mountain pass. "Once I cross this
mountain, I'll be ten minutes from the convention."
The half-moon was a sardonic and winking
eye floating along the upper edge of the woolen scarf
of night clouds. Fingers of moonlight slid between
the winter-bare branches of the trees to brush against
the sleek curves of the dark Saturn.
Miniscule white specks floated through
her headlight beams. The specks grew steadily larger...
Bryn blinked then frowned. "Is
that snow?" She turned on her windshield wipers.
In less than twenty minutes, the swirling snowflakes
were as large as feather clumps, and the night sky
had turned a soft and hazy pale gray. The forest to
either side became blanketed in white, and so did
the road.
Bryn clutched the steering wheel grimly.
She could barely see through the falling white. "This
is not looking good for a timely check-in at the hotel."
The car began a lazy drift to the left.
The tires were obviously losing their grip in the
deepening snow.
She turned the wheel to make up for
the drift, and succeeded in sharpening the drift toward
the left. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" She tapped
the brakes.
The car began a slow and graceful spin.
She gripped the wheel with both hands,
unable to do a damned thing about it. "This is
not what I was trying to accomplish!"
The car nosed off the road and slid
gently into a snow-filled ditch on the wrong side
of the road.
Bryn blinked. "Well, this has to
be the softest accident I've ever had in my life."
She snorted and put the car in reverse.
The engine promptly stalled.
She sucked in a breath. "Car, don't
do this to me. We are in the middle of nowhere!"
The engine refused to turn over.
Bryn groaned in complete disgust. "Piss."
She dug for her cell-phone. No signal. She pounded
her fists on the steering wheel. "Damn it!"
****
An hour passed.
Headlights suddenly burned in Bryn's
passenger side-view mirror. Her back window was completely
snow-covered. Bryn shoved her way out of the snowbound
car and waved at the oncoming SUV.
To her relief, the SUV stopped beside
her car. The passenger side window buzzed down and
a familiar Hollywood face smiled at her with snapping
black eyes. His hair was almost pure silver and hung
over his shoulder in a long tail pulled back from
his broad and handsome brow. "Having a bit of
trouble, are we?" His accent was rich with European
tones.
Bryn's mouth fell open. Oh, my God,
is that...? She closed her mouth with a snap.
"Yes, I am. The car won't start and my cell phone
isn't working..."
He shook his head. "I'm afraid
that cell phones don't work anywhere on this mountain.
Didn't you bring tire chains?"
Bryn gave him a sour smile. "Sure
I did, they're in the trunk. The snow hit so fast,
I was in the ditch before I thought to stop to put
them on."
He raised his silver brows. "Well
then, I guess you had best come with me." He
leaned over and the door opened an inch.
Bryn stomped her chilled feet. "I
don't know..." He was cute, for an older gentleman,
and he seemed nice, but she really didn't know if
climbing into a stranger's car was the wisest thing
to do.
His mature, yet still striking face
creased in lines of humor. "Don't you want to
be rescued?"
She nibbled on her bottom lip. "I
was hoping you could drive to town and call a tow
truck for me?"
"Suit yourself, but even if I call
a tow truck, you'll still have to wait out the snow
until a tow truck can get to you, and that may be
quite a while. If you come with me, you can at least
be warm while you wait. I have a cabin about ten minutes
drive from here."
Bryn looked up the road, and saw only
swirling white. "How long do you think I'll have
to wait?"
He smiled grimly. "I hope you have
a good battery to keep that car warm. Snows on this
mountain have been known to last a day or so."
"I see what you mean." Bryn
shook her head. "If you don't mind, I'll take
you up on your offer..." She pulled the door
open and delicious heat washed over her.
"Mind!" He laughed. "If
I'd minded I wouldn't have offered you a lift in the
first place."
She stomped the snow from her boots
and climbed onto the leather bench seat, pulling the
door closed behind her. "Thank you for rescuing
me."
"My pleasure, of course."
He turned the steering wheel sharply, bringing the
SUV around in the snow to head back the way he had
come. Tire chains rang, cheerfully biting through
the snow to the asphalt below.
Bryn tried hard not to stare. He was
dressed warmly in a long wool-lined leather coat over
a thick sweater knitted in black lamb's wool. For
an older gentleman, he was incredibly attractive.
His shoulders were broad and he seemed to be in amazingly
good shape. And the more she looked at him, the more
familiar he seemed. "I don't mean to pry, but
you look like..."
He watched the road with narrowed eyes.
"That could be because I am."
I'm sitting next to one of the biggest
names in Hollywood? She bit her lip and pressed
her hand over her heart to calm the pounding. Oh,
my God! She shook her head. No one was going to
believe this. Hell, she didn't believe it.
"Call me Connor." He glanced
at her and raised a brow. "Do you have a name?"
"Oh, yes." She swallowed the
hard lump in her throat. "I'm Bryn."
"Well, Bryn, what do you do?"
Connor gave her a heart-stopping smile. "Besides
getting stuck in snow banks and rescued by aging movie
stars?"
Bryn's cheeks warmed. "Oh, I'm
just a novelist. I write fantasy and science fiction.
I'm expected at the fantasy con just on the other
side of the mountain to do a bunch of book signings."
"Really?" He glanced at her,
his brows up over his dark eyes. "Well, I just
happen to read fantasy and science fiction. What have
you written?"
Bryn stammered out a few titles.
"You don't say? Well then, I have
indeed read your work."
"You have?" Bryn stared. He
read her books?
"Very entertaining, good imagination."
He nodded and delivered a smile. "As a matter
of fact, the gentleman sharing my cabin is also rather
fond of your stories."
"Really?" She grinned. "Wow,
I'm flattered. Thank you."
"Good." He glanced at her
with a tight smile. "Because the price of your
rescue is to let both of us aging movie stars seduce
you."
I get to meet another movie star?
Bryn bit her lip and felt her heart thud in her
chest. Wait a minute...did he say seduce? She
choked out a laugh. "Me? You want to seduce me?
You're kidding, right?"
"Actually, I'm not." He glanced
over at her and his smile had gone, then it reappeared
brighter than ever. "It won't be so bad, we're
not all that kinky."
"But…" Bryn shook her
head. "Why me? You're the sexiest man in Hollywood!
I mean, there has to be thousands of beautiful girls,
models, movie stars, and singers all throwing themselves
at you daily. Why would you want to seduce me?"
Connor shrugged and stared at the snowy
road ahead. "Perhaps because we're tired of empty-headed
actresses looking for someone to help them climb the
Hollywood ladder of fame, by sleeping with whoever
would have them?"
Bryn blinked. "Oh..."
"Oh, indeed." He turned and
his eyes crinkled with humor. "I find that I
have grown quite an appetite for someone with an imagination.
I know that my associate, Nick is literally starving
for want of quality companionship." He stared
out the windshield and his smile faded. "As a
matter of fact, I can guarantee that both of us are
in dire need of a young lady like yourself,"
he added softly.
Bryn shook her head and chuckled. "You
sound like a pair of vampires looking for a decent
blood-donor."
Connor stared hard for an entire second,
then his smile reappeared. "Yes, I suppose it
does sound that way."
Chapter Two
~ Pink ~
"This way, my dear." Connor, held the cabin
door open and motioned Bryn into the small, enclosed
porch. "It's very humble, but it's private."
He closed the door firmly behind her, and she heard
the click of a lock.
Bryn stomped her feet on the small rag
carpet, knocking snow from her boots, and unbuttoned
the long wool men's coat. "I don't want to intrude
on your privacy..." She looked up at Connor.
He towered over her. She hadn't realized that he was
quite so tall. She shrugged the coat from her shoulders.
Watching her, Connor's brows rose in
obvious approval. "I assure you, your company
will be well appreciated."
Bryn could practically feel his warm
and appreciative gaze traveling down her body, taking
note of her full bosom, her narrow waist and her rather
robust bottom. She was suddenly pleased that she had
worn the snug jeans and the body-hugging black sweater.
Connor smiled broadly. "Indeed,
the pleasure is all mine." He took her coat,
hung it on a hook by the door and dragged his fingers
through the long silver tail that hung over his shoulder,
knocking loose a small amount of snow. "Why don't
you take off your boots?"
"Oh, okay..." Bryn bent over
to pull off her boots. From the corner of her eye
she watched Connor focus on her rump, then lean back,
clearly looking between her legs.
He wants a view, does he? She
grinned and spread her thighs just enough to let him
catch a view of the plump division that outlined her
female flesh.
He shook his head, whistled softly,
and yanked off his leather coat to hang it on another
hook by the door. "Nick! I rescued some company
for this evening!"
Bryn tucked her boots against the wall
and straightened. With a soft sigh, she dug her fingers
into the decorative twist of her hair. "How long
do you think I'll have to wait before I can go back
to my car?" Her hair tumbled loose to fall to
her hips in long strawberry-blonde waves.
Connor stared, then blinked. "Oh,
I doubt you'll be able to leave the mountain for the
rest of the weekend at least."
"The whole weekend?" She bit
her lip. "But I'm due at the convention!"
Connor's brows rose. "Would it
be so bad, spending the weekend here with us?"
"I'd love to spend time with you,
but the whole weekend? Are you sure you want my company
for that long? What about your privacy?"
Connor's gaze dropped to the full bosom
encased under the thick black wool of her sweater,
then leapt back up to focus on her mouth. "Oh,
I'm sure I can think of something you might do to
show your appreciation."
Bryn raised a brow and smiled. "I
see." She was a grown woman, and there wasn't
one red-blooded female she knew that would turn down
an invitation to his bed, older or not. What could
it hurt?
However, she had no intention of remaining
the whole weekend. Her publisher would kill her. But,
he didn't need to know that. She nodded. "All
right. I'm your girl."
Connor gave her a heart-stopping smile.
"Grand!"
"What is it now?" The voice
was pure New York drawl. Nick appeared in the doorway
in an iron gray sweater and creased jeans, wiping
his hands on a dishtowel. He was as broad-shouldered
as Connor, but taller and loose-limbed with short-cropped,
and severely thinning, iron gray hair.
Bryn stared in astonishment. It was
the bad-boy of Hollywood himself, and without his
trademark sunglasses. He may have aged but he was
still very striking. Wow...
Nick's black eyes focused on Bryn. "Holy
fuck..." His sharply arched brows rose and he
took a sharp half-step back. "Where'd you get
her?"
Connor grinned broadly. "This is
Bryn. I found her on the side of the road, and offered
her a place to wait out the snow. She's agreed to
keep both of us company.
Both of them? Her mind stuttered.
She was going to be the center of the attentions of
two Hollywood, stars? Oh, wow...
Nick scowled at Connor. "Does she
know that you don't mean Scrabble?"
Connor looked down at Bryn and raised
a silver brow. "I don't think Nick believes me.
Give us a kiss and prove me right."
A kiss? Okay... Bryn licked her
lips, and tilted her face up toward his.
He bent to meet her, and his lips touched
hers. Softly their lips brushed, then he pressed for
more.
She opened her mouth to him and her
eyes fluttered closed.
His tongue darted in, stroking hers
lightly, then not so lightly. Tender, moist, stirring...
His hands slid into her hair, and he slanted his mouth
over hers to plunder, sucking on her tongue and nipping
at her lower lip.
Bryn moaned. My God he's good at
kissing! Her fingers gripped the shoulders of
his sweater. But two can play at this game. She
returned the favor with darting brushes, soft suction
and small nips of her own.
She was rewarded with a groan, then
Connor released her mouth.
Bryn had to blink to get her thoughts
back.
His hands slid from her hair to her
shoulders. His eyes were wide and his expression seemed
surprised.
She licked her lips for a final taste
of him and smiled. Gotcha.
Connor suddenly grinned and shook his
head. He turned to Nick. "Convinced?"
Nick's mouth hung open. He closed it
abruptly and nodded, staring at Bryn.
Connor raised a brow at Nick. "Do
we have any hot chocolate and Glenfidditch left?"
Nick backed up. "Uh, yeah, sure.
I'll go and--" His elbow smacked into the doorway
with a hard thump. He grabbed his bruised elbow and
looked at the doorway in some surprise.
Connor bit his lip and smiled, then
leaned toward Bryn. "I think he likes you."
He lifted his chin at the staring Nick. "Oh,
and while you're in there, call Ed's and have him
look for a black Saturn on the wrong side of the highway
about ten minutes due north. It's Bryn's car. Have
him check it over and bring it here."
"Uh, sure." Nick stared a
moment longer at Bryn, then turned carefully around
and clomped with some speed back into the cabin.
Bryn looked up at Connor. "Is that...?"
Connor nodded and patted her shoulder.
"Very much so."
She tilted her head. "Did I scare
him?"
"He's a little too used to intimidating
people." Connor smiled broadly. "The change
will do him some good."
Bryn frowned. "I hope my car is
all right."
Connor nodded. "You may have knocked
something loose. Ed will check it, fix whatever's
wrong and tow it here."
"Won't he need my keys?"
"Who? Ed? Now that you mention
it, very likely... Why don't you give them to me;
I'll have Nick tell him to stop by and get them on
his way up."
Bryn went back to her coat and fished
the keys from her pocket.
Connor took them and smiled. "Good."
He waved her forward. "Well then, come inside,
I have a couch I wish to introduce you to."
Bryn walked into the small and spare
living room. The floor was wood and covered with an
aged and faded rag rug. The black leather couch against
the wall directly in front of her was overstuffed
and worn. There was a huge bow window to the left,
framed by heavy gray velvet curtains. A huge and equally
worn recliner along with an old standing lamp was
parked right in front of the window.
Someone was rattling dishes past the
narrow doorway sharing the wall with the couch. It
had to be Nick. A small television was parked on an
end table against the wall on her right.
"Welcome to our humble hideaway."
Connor stopped her with his broad hands on her shoulders.
"Nick," Connor called out. "Tell Ed
to stop by to get the keys to Bryn's car when he goes
to fetch it."
Nick looked out through the kitchen
doorway. "Right, sure..." He ducked back
in.
Against Bryn's back, Connor leaned over her shoulder
and brushed his lips against her ear. "That kiss
was quite impressive, by the way. Can I convince you
to reveal the rest of your, charms?"
She turned her head and leaned back
into him. His lips were only a breath away from hers.
"Does this mean you want me to resist?"
She raised a brow. "Or shall I simply play innocent?"
Connor's face registered a small amount
of astonishment, then he let out a soft laugh. "Adventuresome,
are we?"
Bryn swayed her bottom, rubbing against
the erection beginning to tent his wool trousers.
"Who, me?" She knew for a fact that her
smile was pure sin. "I can be."
Connor's black eyes sparked with humor
and heat. "Well, in that case..." His hands
slid from her shoulders down. He cupped the full curves
of her breasts and squeezed their softness. "I
think this sweater needs to come off." His hands
slid further down, grabbing the hem of the offending
sweater and tugging it up. "I have this terrible
urge to see what your nipples taste like."
Bryn raised her arms; she knew how to
play this game. "We mustn't deny you your urges.
It's bad for your health."
He loosed a deep, rumbling laugh and
tugged the sweater off, pulling a long-sleeved shirt
with it.
She turned around, glad she was wearing
her favorite lacy bra, so he could see her soft pink
nipples, and that they were rigid with interest.
Connor licked his lips. "Well,
now, isn't that a pretty confection?"
Bryn's cheeks flushed with heat. She
reached behind her and her long hair fell over her
shoulder.
Connor put his hands on her shoulders.
"Don't."
Bryn looked up at him. "You don't
want me to take off my bra?"
He smiled warmly. "It is impolite
to unwrap my presents for me."
"Oh." She straightened up.
"Put your arms around me and I'll
take care of your bit of lace."
She stepped close, encircling his waist
with her arms then pressed her cheek against his sweater.
He was so warm...
"Oh, that's nice, squeeze a little
tighter." His fingers worked on the hooks of
her bra and the lace came free. "All right, let's
see what you brought me." He gently pushed her
back and his eyes devoured the lush curves and the
prominent nipples. "Enchanting..." He dropped
the bra on the floor, dropped down on one knee and
reached for her with both hands. He palmed her breasts
and slowly squeezed.
Bryn sucked in a breath. His hands were
really warm. Her nipples tightened deliciously. She
bit her lip to stop a moan.
His thumbs slid back and forth across
her taut nipples and the bumpy ridges that surrounded
them. He sighed. "How very charming."
Tiny bolts of sharp pleasure streaked
straight down to her core. Tension coiled tight in
her belly and a wet throb struck her. A soft sound
escaped her lips.
One of his arms wrapped around her waist,
pulling her closer. His hand lifted her breast to
his mouth. His breath was warm against her flesh,
then his mouth took her. Hot, wet, exciting... He
sucked, pulling hard on her nipple.
A gasp broke free from her throat and
a fine trembling started in her limbs. Exquisite torment...
She was forced to put her hands on his shoulders or
collapse. Her back arched, pressing her breast tighter
to his mouth.
The wet sounds of his suckling and her
own soft moans filled her ears.
His arm left her waist and tugged at
the belt on her black jeans. The pants came open and
were pulled down to her hips.
She leaned away to give him room.
He pressed a hand against her spine,
bringing her back toward his mouth. "Now, where
do you think you're going?" He captured the other
nipple with his lips.
She felt the pinch of teeth and jolted
with the sensual ache. A soft whimper slid free.
His hand burrowed into her jeans. His
finger brushed the plump lips that protected the secret
folds of her moist flesh.
She gasped with the delicious shock.
He released her breast with a wet smack.
"You keep trimmed, I see." His eyes were
dilated to blackness. He licked his lips.
Rendered speechless from the overload
of pleasure, Bryn could only nod.
Her jeans were tugged past her butt,
then down to her knees. His palm covered her heat
and one finger slid up into her moist channel.
She rocked forward and moaned. Her eyes
fluttered closed.
"Like that, do you?" His thumb
slid across her swollen flesh. "That is a very
engorged little clit..." He pulled back and thrust
two fingers into her.
She gasped and pumped against his hand.
He felt so good...
Connor's fingers thrust against and
within her making sounds of wet suction. His hand
slid from her flesh.
She sighed with frustration and opened
her eyes in time to see him rise to his feet while
sucking on his palm.
He smiled. "Delicious. Now, let's
get you the rest of the way undressed. I want to fuck
you properly."
Bryn gave him a drowsy smile.
"Nothing to say?" He raised
a brow and helped her step from her jeans. "Or
too excited to speak?"
Bryn let out a soft laugh. "I don't
think I've ever been this, um..."
He grinned. "Aroused?"
She smiled and felt her cheeks heat.
"Yes, aroused."
"Good, that's exactly the way I
want you to be." He turned her around. "Let's
get you over to the couch so I can do terrible things
to you." Her jeans were left in a crumpled heap
on the floor.
Nick stood in the kitchen doorway with
a tumbler full of dark golden liquor in one hand and
a steaming mug in the other. His eyes were wide and
his mouth slack. "Jesus wept, she's..."
He shook his head. "Fuck me stupid." His
brows dropped low. "How the hell do you get them
naked so fast?"
"There you are, Nick." Connor
smiled broadly. "Would you mind putting those
down on the television set?"
"Uh, sure..." Nick walked
into the room and strode behind Connor, his eyes glued
to Bryn's naked flesh.
Connor pushed Bryn toward the couch.
"The lovely Bryn is going to spread herself open
and masturbate for us while we get undressed."
Nick swallowed visibly and looked at
Connor. "She's going to..." His hands shook
and he nearly dropped the tumbler and the mug on the
floor.
Connor nodded. "That's right, play
with her little pussy for us." He leaned down
to Bryn's ear. "You don't mind, do you? Nick
is something of a voyeur, and it makes him frantic
when a girl diddles herself."
Bryn shook her head and smiled. "I
don't mind..."
"Good, up you get..." He helped
her onto the couch. "Sit in the middle and spread
those luscious thighs wide. I don't want Nick to miss
a thing."
Bryn settled back on the cool leather
and spread her knees, catching her heels on the edge
of the cushions. Using both hands, she spread her
plump, closely trimmed cleft and exposed the damp
inner folds surrounding the opening to her body.
Bryn caught Nick's eye. So he likes
to watch does he? She stroked her fingers among
the wet folds of her body. Let's see if I can make
this interesting. She dipped her middle finger into
the wet nether-mouth of her body then rubbed the swollen
nub of her clit with the moisture. Delicious pleasure
wracked her and she arched her back, writhing on the
leather. She slid her middle finger in and out of
her wet cunt, slowly finger-fucking herself.
Both men watched avidly.
Nick sucked in a breath. "Christ,
Connor, its pink."
Connor snorted. "That's the color
it's supposed to be." He pulled off his sweater,
exposing the silver hair on his chest. "That
pussy hasn't been used by every producer in Hollywood."
He unbuckled his trousers and glanced at Nick. "Nick,
you are supposed to be getting undressed."
Nick yanked his sweater off in a hurry.
Connor pushed his trousers off and his
cock jutted forward fully erect with a sharp upward
curve. He cradled his flesh in his palm and pushed
back the sheath, exposing the deep purple of his swollen
cock head. With a soft sigh of appreciation, he stroked
the hard length of his cock. "Isn't that a lovely
view?"
Nick dropped his jeans and kicked them
away. "Fuck, yeah..." His erection curved
sharply and the head glistened with moisture. He closed
his hand on his cock and stroked the smooth length.
Bryn twisted her hips, riding the fingers
buried within her. The muscles in her thighs flexed
as she clenched and unclenched, rocking with building
tension. She squeezed her breast with her other hand
and pinched a nipple. She was finding it painfully
arousing to see two men so hard and hungry for her.
She was wetting their couch with her excitement.
"Fuck, Connor, she looks..."
Nick swallowed and pulled on his cock with enthusiasm.
"She looks..."
Connor stroked his cock and let out
a heartfelt groan. "The word you are searching
for is 'delicious'."
"Fuck, yeah..." Nick's eyes
narrowed hungrily. He whispered. "When do we
eat?"
Connor raised a brow at Nick. "Soon,
very soon."
Bryn sucked in small gasping breaths.
She pulled her wet finger from her body and rubbed
her clit. She was going to cum, very soon; right there
on the couch and right in front of them.
Connor strode to the couch, his cock
waving before him. "Now, now, don't bring yourself
off..." He rested one knee on the couch and caught
her wrists. Gently but firmly, he pulled her hands
from her flesh. "That's for us to do."
Damn it! Bryn groaned with frustration.
She was so close!
"Yes, I know what you want and
you'll get yours, I promise." Connor smiled.
"Come up on your knees and face this way."
He helped her balance on the plush couch and turned
her to face him. "That's a good girl. Are you
ready?"
Was she ready? She was shaking she was
so ready! "What do you want me to do?"
Connor lifted her chin and angled his
cock at her lips. "Open your mouth, I have something
for you."
Bryn opened her mouth and took his cock.
He was warm on her tongue, with an interesting musky
flavor. She sucked him in and lashed the bottom of
his cock with her tongue.
"What a delightful..." Connor
groaned. "Tongue." He turned to look at
Nick. "Come over here, Nick. Get behind her and
feel these tits."
Nick dropped onto the couch. "Real?"
Connor nodded. "Oh, very much so."
"Connor, you're shitting me..."
Nick leaned against her back, reached around to cup
her warm, resilient flesh. "You're not shitting
me..." He gently squeezed. "My God, they're
so soft!"
Bryn moaned in appreciation. He had
good hands.
Connor chuckled. "They're soft
because they're not full of space-age plastic."
Nick stroked her sensitive and swollen
nipples with his thumbs.
Bryn moaned again.
Nick sighed. "She can actually
feel that..."
Connor gasped. "God, her mouth..."
He raised a brow at Nick. "She can feel you because
her nipples were never removed, then stitched back
together. I told you, they're real."
Sucking hungrily on Connor's cock, Bryn
pressed her ass back against Nick's erection, undulating
against his heated flesh. Her mind filled with vivid
images of that rigid length buried in her.
Nick groaned. "I'll never do another
damn actress again."
Connor raised a stern brow. "I
told you not to do actresses in the first place; there's
nothing in them for you."
Nick curled his lip. "I noticed."
Conner rolled his eyes. "About
damned time..."
Bryn slid a hand down to her wet and
hungry flesh to stroke her over-excited clit with
a damp finger. Her hips bucked. She drove her mouth
down then pulled back, sucking strongly.
Connor sucked a harsh breath. "Bryn,
you delightful girl... Nick, she's good, it won't
take me long, I'm about there."
He was right there. She could feel him
pulsing in her mouth. With Connor's cock in her mouth
and Nick's hands on her breasts, she was ready to
cum herself, just on her fingers.
Connor abruptly caught her hands and
pulled them away. "No, no, I don't want you to
touch yourself."
Bryn groaned in frustration and let
his cock slide from her lips. "But Connor..."
She twisted her wrists.
"No, no, dear, it'll be better
this way, I promise. Nick take her wrists and be gentle."
Nick pulled her wrists firmly behind
her. "I got her."
Her heart thudded in her chest, but
a wet pulse of excitement throbbed in her pussy. "Uh,
guys?"
Nick leaned close to her ear. "Take
it easy, we're not going to hurt you." He took
her wrists in one hand then slid an arm around her
waist. "It'll be more fun this way, I promise."
He pressed up against her and rubbed his dick along
the seam of her butt. "Motherfuck! You have a
nice ass..."
"I thought you might like that."
Connor smiled and lifted Bryn's chin. "Now Bryn,
give me your mouth again. I want to cum, and then
you get yours."
Bryn leaned forward and drew Connor's
cock back into her mouth, lashing him with her tongue.
She couldn't believe they wanted her enough to actually
hold her.
He groaned. "Such a delightful...mouth."
She sucked harder, working Connor's
entire length as deep into her throat as she could
before pulling back to catch a breath. She could feel
Nick's hard cock sliding deliciously against her backside,
reminding her that he would soon be sheathed in her
hungry flesh.
"Oh yes." Connor groaned sliding
his dick in, then out of her snug and skillful mouth.
"Ah... I'm about to spend."
"Thank fucking God, I'm gonna spill
on her ass in just a second..."
Conner glanced at him frowning. "Nick,
don't you dare…!"
"I won't, I won't... But Christ,
I'm dying here!"
Bryn found the idea of being spattered
with their cum breathtakingly arousing.
Connor took Bryn's bobbing head in both hands. "Bryn,
I need you to drink me."
Bryn pulled back and made a soft sound of protest.
She didn't mind getting it all over her, but she didn't
want to swallow it!
Connor fisted his hands in her hair
and shoved his cock further down her throat. "No,
I really need you to swallow it, my dear." He
pulled back an inch to thrust again, shoving as deep
as he could go. "I simply must insist."
Her nose pressed against his belly,
Bryn couldn't breathe. Her throat closed tightly around
the cock in her throat. She whimpered in fright.
He gasped and rocked against her mouth.
"Her throat is so damned tight! Ah..."
Suddenly Bryn's throat filled with a
thick hot liquid. She twisted in Nick's hands, fighting
to breathe without swallowing.
Connor groaned. "She's fighting
it..."
Nick pressed tightly against her back.
"Drink it sweetheart," he crooned against
her ear. "Drink it and you'll feel much better."
Connor gasped for breath. "As will
I."
Desperate for air, Bryn was forced to
swallow the load of spunk in her throat.
Connor gasped and released her head,
pulling his cock from her mouth. "Good girl!"
Bryn fell back against Nick and gasped
for air. Connor's cum was a sticky coating in her
mouth and she had to swallow again.
Conner dropped back onto the couch cushions.
"Thank God, I thought she was going to kill me!"
He leaned forward and brushed a palm across her forehead.
"Are you all right, my dear?" He cupped
her face in his palms and looked deeply into her eyes.
"I'm truly sorry, but I just had to have you
swallow. Can you forgive me?"
Bryn stared into the solid black of
his eyes. He hadn't really hurt her and he seemed
to appreciate it so much... She sighed and nodded.
He delivered a breathtaking smile. "That's
my good girl." He slid his hands down her throat,
over her collarbones and across the tops of her breasts
to her nipples. He pinched gently.
Fire blazed from her nipple straight
down to her clit. Heat abruptly swelled in her stomach
and spread into her already ravenous pussy. Bryn gasped
and arched back against Nick.
Nick's arms came around her to keep
her from falling off the couch. "Shit, that was
fast."
Conner chuckled. "Keep hold of
her or she'll be on the floor."
Bryn was on fire with lust. She writhed
across his lap. A red wash flooded her mind and all
thought fled.
Connor sat back on the couch. "In
about five more seconds, she'll be well under. Oh,
and make sure you keep track of her hands. Don't let
her touch herself, we don't want her to cum just yet."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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