Lynne's Love Triangle (5 page)

“Yeah, she’s hot all right, and she wants you.”

Troy’s eyes sparkled. “Are you fucking serious?” He wiped his mouth on his sleeve.

“Totally, man. She wants you—one night of fucking, no holds barred, no hidden agenda, and no strings attached.”

Both men turned their stools to stare across the room.

Kurt whistled and gestured for Lynne to join them at the bar.

She pushed back her chair and took her sweet time making her way through the crowd. While they watched, she slipped out of her vest, hooked a finger in it, and slung it over her shoulder.

“Nice tits,” Troy muttered.

“Yeah, I’ve always liked them.” Kurt couldn’t help but feel a little jealous at that remark. He’d waited what seemed like forever to become her lover and here was this other guy with a VIP ticket into her bed.

“What color are her nipples?” Troy asked.

“Don’t know. She won’t show me until she gets her Christmas wish.” Tonight she was wearing one of his favorite blouses, white stretch lace and no bra. She wasn’t hiding anything now. Her vest had hidden her breasts all evening, but now as she got closer he could see rosy nipples pushing at her blouse.

“Holy crap. You must have blue balls by now.”

“And then some.” Kurt licked his lips. Tonight, if Troy cooperated and agreed to join them tomorrow, Kurt would finally get to taste her all over.

Lynne sidled up to stand next to Kurt. She put a hand high on his thigh. “So were you able to convince your new friend to come home with us?” she asked, not taking her eyes off Troy.

His breath whooshed out in a hiss.

Kurt gulped. Hell. She
was
hot tonight, hotter than usual. Her body radiated sex, and she was acting with far more confidence than he was used to seeing. She was ready and willing. Like an animal in heat waiting for her mate, she strutted past Kurt to stand by Troy. Her body language practically screamed “fuck me.”

She put a hand on Troy’s shoulder and stroked down his arm.

Kurt shuddered, and heat suffused through his whole body. God, he wanted her. Now. Watching her turn up the sexual tension was driving him wild. How was he going to keep his cock in his pants with her sitting next to him in the truck? It was only a few miles to her house, but every mile was going to be torture. “Not yet, baby. Elvis here needs a little more encouragement.”

She winked at Kurt and looked around. “All the seats at the bar are taken. You don’t mind if I join you, do you?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she lifted her short skirt and straddled Elvis’s lap and lowered herself over the bulge in his pants.

Kurt caught a glimpse of some string thing passing as panties and swallowed wrong. He coughed until he was nearly choking. Lynne reached back with one hand and tugged her skirt until it covered her bottom.

The panties were hidden, but not forgotten. He was hard as a rock and on the edge of a climax. Damn her. If he was aroused, how was Troy doing? Probably no better than he was at the moment.

Kurt wasn’t used to being a voyeur. He was used to being in on the action. It hurt to watch Lynne spread her hands on Elvis’s broad chest and pinch his nipples. Her candy-apple red fingernails stood out in sharp contrast to his white, button-down shirt.

“So,” she cooed. “What do I have to do to get you to come home with us? I want you for Christmas. I’m dying to play with you.”

Troy moved his head close, stared into her eyes, and whispered, “Not one damn, fuckin’ thing, baby. I’m all yours for however long you want me.”

Chapter Five

Lynne stroked Troy’s hard biceps. Yummy. Hard, taut, and totally sexual. He was the best toy she’d had in a long, long time.

She’d always had a higher sex drive than most of her female friends. Between boyfriends, she had a string of one-night stands and meaningless sex. Sex was addictive. There were times she needed to get down and dirty with someone, and it didn’t matter who it was as long as it was a man with a good, long, hard cock.

She was sure sex would mean more if it was with someone she loved, but she’d been afraid to approach Kurt about sex until tonight. There was no way to explain to him her penchant for sexual excess. He’d never understand. The way she’d been acting had nothing to do with love. It was all about feeling, tasting, doing, and the way her body ached deliciously when the sex was over.

She’d promised Kurt all the sex he could stand, and she meant to give him her all and more. Before they were done, he’d be wrung dry, in love with her, and unable to say no to her ever again.

Tonight was going to take their friendship to the ultimate level. She was tired of waiting for the right time. He was no longer a student. He was single and over twenty-five. Too bad the right time had come along just when she'd decided she wanted Troy for a Christmas present. She adored Kurt and had for several years.

Troy, on the other hand, was going to be like a Christmas toy. Used and tossed when she was done. Kurt was going to be her lover for a lifetime.

In the meantime, Lynne had a job to do. She nibbled on Troy’s ear. “Sorry, but I’m busy tonight. How bout if Kurt here picks you up in front of the bar tomorrow around six?” She leaned back to look him in the eye. “Unless you have something to
do
on Christmas besides me.”

“No plans. Like I said, I’m all yours. You’re going to be the best Christmas gift I ever opened. Are you sure tonight is out? My cock is killing me.”

“Sorry, baby. Tomorrow night is the soonest. As near as I know, no one ever died of blue balls. Just ask Kurt. He’s been suffering for several years now.”

Kurt grinned. “Felt like I’d die plenty of times, but here I am alive and well.”

“Hell. I sure hope you’re right.” Troy licked her lower lip. “Before you go, what’s your name?”

She chuckled. “Lynne.”

“Lynne what?”

“It doesn’t matter, sweetie. Just remember to be here when Kurt comes to pick you up. If you’re not…you have no idea what you’ll be missing.” She slid slowly off his lap and grabbed Kurt’s hand. “Come on doll, it’s time to unwrap your Christmas present.”

He had his keys in his hand before she could finish the sentence. “I’m right behind you, Lynne. Give me one second with Troy.”

She turned on her heels, let go of his hand, and headed to the door. Over her shoulder she said, “Better hurry, baby, or you’re gonna be missing out on something special.”

“No sweat, I’m right behind you.” Kurt grasped Troy’s knee. “You need to know she’s mine. I love her, and she loves me. This is strictly for fun. Understand?”

Troy grinned. “No problemo, I get it. We’ll have a blast, and then I’m on my way.”

Kurt stared directly at the bulge in Troy’s pants. “When you’re thinking about fucking Lynne, give a thought to doing a three way.”

Troy’s mouth dropped open, and Kurt headed to the door.

* * * *

Lynne was standing by the truck, hands in her back pockets, a corner of her vest tucked into her front pocket.

Kurt slid up behind her and put his hands over her lace-covered breasts. Her nipples poked hard at his palms. He pulled her tight against his body and rubbed his hard cock between her ass cheeks. “I want you, baby. I want you bad.”

She sighed and turned in his arms, put her hands on his head, and gave him a kiss he’d never forget. “Take me home. Right now, or we’re gonna do it against your truck. Cause I want you bad.” She whispered the next two words. “Real bad.”

Kurt’s hands were shaking. He couldn’t get the key in the ignition. She held out her hand and stuck it in, licking her lips as she did.

“Oh my God, Lynne. I don’t think I can make it to your place.”

“Sure you can. Think about how it’s going to feel when you slide into my sweet, hot body. Now, you don’t wanna have a quickie in the truck, do you?”

“Nooo.”

“I’d give you a blowjob, but I’m afraid you’d kill us. So stare straight ahead and drive, big boy.” She ran her hands up and down his cock. “Holy cow, Kurt, you’re hard as a fucking rock.”

“Uh, yeah. It’s all for you.” He ground the starter. Some time while she was talking, he’d turned on the ignition and not even noticed the engine fire up. Man, he was losing his mind.

It was the longest drive of his life. She kept stroking him, and he kept putting her hand back on her own lap. Two minutes later, she was at it again. He was going to explode soon if she didn’t stop tormenting him. “Lynne…stop it or I’m going to come and it will be all over.”

“No it won’t. I think you’ve got a lot more in you than one big blow. Don’t you?”

Her hand was back at his cock, and he couldn’t get his brain and mouth to function, so he nodded.

At long last, they pulled into her driveway, and he parked behind her Toyota. He turned the engine off and jumped out of the truck before she could start in on him again. He threw open the passenger door, grabbed her, and threw her over his shoulder fireman style with her head and arms dangled down his back.

“Hey! Put me down. Bully.”

“No way. You have tormented me for the last fifteen minutes. Not to mention all the weeks of waiting for you to pick out the perfect Christmas gift. I’m done waiting. I’m unwrapping my present the minute we get in the door, and you can’t stop me, Lynne.”

She laughed. “I’m not planning on stopping you. I’ve tried my best to get you in the sack for weeks now, and you have kept me at arm’s length. I’m done waiting. The minute you touched my breasts tonight I had an orgasm.

“Hurry up, cowboy and show me what you’ve got.”

The front door slammed shut, and her blouse landed on the floor at the same time he set her down. His shirt wasn’t far behind her blouse. He’d unbuttoned it on the run to the door.

She stepped into his embrace and rubbed her nipples across his chest. Someone groaned. Kurt wasn’t sure if it was him or her. All he knew was he wanted her and he wanted her now.

He tipped up her face and kissed her. She opened her lips to his tongue, and the kiss soon turned into a battle for supremacy. She pinched his nipples, and he groaned. He wrenched his mouth off of hers. “Do it again. It hurt so damn good.”

“Not unless you do it to me. I want your hands on me.”

“Hands only?”

“No! Hands, mouth, cock, fingers, toes, knees—I want all of you.”

“I can’t undo my jeans. Help me, baby. I’m dying here.”

She slid a hand into his waistband and twisted the brass button out of the hole. She stared into his eyes as she flipped open the next button on his button-fly jeans. Her fingers brushed lightly over the length of his arousal. “Mmm, about ready aren’t you, cowboy?”

He made a funny gulping noise and nodded.

“Pinch my nipples, or I won’t open another button.”

He took her nipples between his fingers and thumbs and squeezed gently.

Her back arched. “Harder,” she demanded.

He pinched harder, and she flipped open another button. The head of his cock popped into view. “Ooo, he’s so pretty…and big. Oh look, there’s a little pearl of cum on the tip. Should I lick it off?”

“I don’t think I can take much more, Lynne. I want to be inside you.”

His voice was deep and husky with longing, and Lynne liked the feeling of power it gave her to have him almost on his knees with want. “In a minute.” She flipped open another button and more of him came into view. She squeezed the head of his cock while she flipped the last button open.

The jeans dropped down his narrow hips and landed at their feet.

“Shit.”

“What, cowboy?”

“Boots are still on.”

“Never mind. We’ll take care of them later.” She let go if his cock and pointed to the Christmas tree. “Turn on the lights, and lie down on the rug in front of the tree.”

He grabbed his jeans and waddled toward the tree.

"Mmm, nice ass. Looks good and tight. I'm going to enjoy nibbling on that fine piece of flesh.”

Soon he was laying near the tree, his large cock pointing to the ceiling and his balls swollen enough to push against his cock.

“You look so pretty in the glow of the lights. God, Kurt, you’re so big and juicy.”

“Hurry, Lynne, I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Breathe deep, sweetheart. Not much longer.” She smiled and licked her lips. “Don’t you want to see your Christmas present unwrapped?”

He nodded and put his hands behind his head. “Okay, but make it fast. I’m a volcano ready to explode.”

She ran her hands up and down over her high, full breasts. She tweaked her nipples until they were bright pink and then slid her hands down her rib cage to her waistband. His cock waved, and more semen dribbled out and gleamed in the colored lights.

“You poor baby. I’ll bet your balls are killing you, aren’t they.”

“Uh huh. I’m hurtin’ bad. Real bad.”

She flipped the brass button on her jean skirt open and her zipper sounded loud in the quiet house. Kurt’s breathing picked up speed.

She dropped it to the ground and stepped out of it. “How do you like my red thong?”