Lynne's Love Triangle (6 page)

He groaned and another drop of semen rolled down his cock.

She yanked off her boots and dropped them on her skirt. She knelt down next to Kurt and began to kiss him. The kisses were searing hot and left her swollen inside and out. God, his cock was going to feel so good filling up the empty spot in her.

“Rip my thong off, Kurt. Show me how strong you are.”

He yanked the string with both hands, and it ripped apart, falling between her knees. He sat up a little and put his hands on her waist. He lifted her high before lowering her to kneel over his face.

She cried out when he suckled her clit. Why had she waited so long to make love to him? He was amazing.

His tongue worked its magic on her clitoris while he slipped two fingers into her channel. In and out went his fingers while he sucked hard at her clit. Lynne’s hands dropped behind her to prop herself up, and he sucked harder. He nipped at her feminine lips and licked where he’d nipped, and his fingers continued to fill her.

Her body jerked and arched. Heat flooded her from head to toe, and her climax was so strong she was afraid she was going to pass out. She moaned and whipped her head back and forth. Her moans got louder and louder, and the climax went on and on.

Tremors shook her from head to toe, and consciousness was nearly gone. Kurt lifted her higher and gently lowered her onto his shaft.

She used her knees to slide up and down his pole until they were both shaking. He reached between them and rubbed her clit with his thumb, and she lost all sense of time and space. The only thing she felt was him. Kurt filled her body and soul to over flowing. His cock grew larger, and his hips lifted off the floor. His orgasm boiled over, and the tip of his cock touched her heart.

He was all she’d hoped he would be and more than she’d ever experienced. He was the one she’d been searching for her whole life. All those men and none of them had filled the aching need deep in her soul.

Kurt had done it.

His climax continued, his face distorted in agony, and she leaned forward and kissed the grimace away. His body trembled, as did hers. Semen oozed out of her and made them both slick and wet.

His climax lasted so long, Lynne was able to orgasm four more times. She’d had multiple orgasms with other men, but never so many so fast.

The Christmas lights glittered on their slick bodies. This was going to be a Christmas Eve to remember for the rest of her life.

She snuggled against his heat, and Kurt put an arm around her and pulled her tight. She took a deep breath and let his scent fill her lungs. She was in heaven and loving every minute of it.

“Lynne?”

“Mmm?”

“Was it good?”

She put her hand over his heart. “Are you always so unsure with your women, Kurt?”

He shook his head. “Only with you.”

She nuzzled his chest. “You were amazing. No one is going to be better than you. Do you need more proof?”

He took her hand and covered his cock. “For God’s sake, give me a few minutes. I think I just gave you my all.”

She cradled his penis and stroked him ever so carefully. “A few minutes, huh?”

“Okay, three…can you wait three whole minutes?”

She chuckled. “Oh, all right. You’re worth the wait.”

Chapter Six

Saturday evening at exactly six, Kurt pulled his F-150 up in front of The Orchid Lounge, and Troy hopped into the cab and slammed the door.

“Whuss up?”

Kurt grinned. “Don’t know about you man, but my cock is…up.”

Troy chuckled. “Yeah, mine, too.”

Kurt looked over his shoulder, signaled, and pulled out into traffic. “Man, it’s sure busy for a Christmas day. Don’t these people have some place to go?”

“Sure. Grandma’s house.”

“Let me clue you in bud, we are
not
on our way to grandma’s house.”

“I hope to hell not. I’ve done nothing but think about what you said last night, and I’m so hard I can barely stand it.” Troy said.

“Good thing, cause Lynne is crazy, wild with lust. She wore me out last night and this morning and, she was still begging for more when I headed out to pick you up. I need a break.”

Troy twisted in the seat to face Kurt. “Wore ya out, did she?”

Kurt winked, and Troy smiled. “Damn near killed me.”

“Is she any good?”

“You have no idea what you’re in for, man. She is so hot and slick inside it’ll burn your cock. Her internal muscles will squeeze the hell out of you. You’ll be begging for a break in no time.”

“Wow. That good?”

“Better.” Kurt nodded. “By the way, did you eat?”

“Sure did. Dinner at Grandma’s. Like everyone else, can’t miss those greens, turkey, and corn bread dressing, and Grandma’s famous chocolate cake.”

“D’ya mind if I stop and pick up burgers? I’m fucking starving. She hasn’t left me alone long enough to eat since last night.”

“Holy shit. She is a hot one.”

Kurt pulled in at a Sonic and went inside. Troy stayed in the truck and thought about what he’d learned so far. It sounded like he was in for quite a night with Kurt and Lynne. He wasn’t very fond of sloppy seconds, but something told him Lynne would not be sloppy, and she’d not make him feel like he was second.

Kurt had talked about a ménage, too, and Troy had thought about it long and hard because he hadn’t fucked a guy since college though he’d enjoyed the experience at the time. He was looking forward to taking his time and getting it on with Kurt. The guy wasn’t tall, dark, or handsome, but there was something about him Troy couldn’t put his finger on.

Kurt walked out of the burger joint, and Troy liked the view. Kurt’s cock filled his tight jeans very nicely. There it was–the thing he hadn’t been able to put his finger on…Kurt had a damn fine cock. Even after hours of fucking Lynne, he was still thick and large.

“Mmm, smells good. Too bad I’m full of turkey.”

Kurt handed Troy the large bag. “Could you pull out a burger and get it unwrapped for me? I’m hungry enough to eat a horse.”

Troy dug in the bag and got the burger ready for Kurt. “Speaking of horses…better have enough room for me.”

“No problem…as long as we have plenty of lube.”

Troy smiled when Kurt shuffled his butt on the seat before taking the hamburger and taking a huge bite. Poor guy was ravenous and nervous. He probably hadn’t had much experience doing guys. Hopefully he’d be a good student.

“This your first time with a guy?”

Kurt gulped and coughed. “Piece went down wrong.” The coughing continued for a full minute. “Yeah, first time. How bout you? First time?”

“Nah, I’ve done some experimenting, but it’s been a while.”

“Well, I’m glad someone knows what they’re doing because I’m a total virgin and feeling a little weird about the whole thing.”

Troy put a hand on Kurt’s knee. “Don’t. It will be fun and feels fantastic. We’re all going to have the time of our lives tonight.”

Kurt took another bite, chewed, swallowed, and asked, "Where y'all from, Troy?"

"Lived in and around Nashville my whole life. Can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be."

"Well, that explains dinner at grandma's."

"Yeah, she's a damn good cook. Real country. Mom's not a bad cook either. Grandma taught her well."

"You said you went to college. Where'd you go?"

"Austin Peay. Great school. Studied engineering and was lucky enough to find a job here in the city. Weekends I sing in a band or do private parties as Elvis."

"How old are you Troy?"

"Almost thirty. Why? Too old?"

"No, just wondering."

"So how old is Lynne? I'd guess she's about thirty."

"Wrong. She's a little over forty. Does her age bother you?"

"No, does it bother you?"

"Hell, no."

"If she's as hot as you say, Kurt, who cares how old she is. She's gorgeous and like I said doesn't look much over thirty."

"Believe me, she fucks like she's a twenty year old kid."

"I can't wait."

"Well, you won't have to wait long. We have arrived."

Kurt pulled the truck into the driveway of a small, brick, ranch-style house.

Kurt stuffed the last bite of hamburger in his mouth and climbed out of the truck. “Guard your cock, man. She’ll probably be waiting right inside the door to catch you unawares.”

Kurt took the bag out of Troy’s hand and led the way. He pushed open the door. “Honey, I’m home!” He entered holding the bag out in front of his body, like a cop entering the bad guy’s house.

All Troy saw was a flash of red as the bag was snatched out of Kurt’s hands. “Oh, thank God. I’m starving.”

It was Lynne. Troy recognized her raspy voice. Did she smoke? God, he hoped not. He hated cigarette breath. Before he could protest, Lynne pressed her lips to his, and Troy’s knees buckled.
Holy shit.
The girl could kiss, and she tasted like peppermint candy.

He put his arms around her and returned the kiss with a lot of tongue. She opened her mouth wide and let him explore to his heart’s content. The bag hit the floor with a plop, and Kurt grabbed it and took out another hamburger and some french fries. He took his booty to the sofa and sat down to watch the show.

He hadn’t been too sure how he was going to feel about another man kissing Lynne much less fucking her, but now, watching them kiss, he was intrigued not upset. In fact, he wished he could join them. He loved her peppermint kisses, and it looked as if Troy was enjoying himself. No worry about Lynne–he was positive she was into the kiss from the way her body was trembling and how she had her fingers woven in Troy’s dark hair.

Lynne ended the kiss, but didn’t pull away in any big hurry. Kurt watched her trail her red-tipped fingernail down Troy’s muscular arm, until she twined her fingers with his and twisted the arm behind his back. His back arched, and his hips thrust forward. Never one to miss a chance to play, she ran her free hand over the front of his black slacks.

Lynne stroked Troy’s hard biceps as if he were a new toy.

Which he was.

To her.

“My, my Elvis, darlin’, you sure are a big one.”

“Glad you think so.” He stared into her eyes. “You’re beautiful, and I love your body. You were made for fucking.”

* * * *

“Really?”

She jammed her body against his, and he cupped her face in his free hand. Oh, yeah.” He trailed his forefinger along the top of her pink lace and satin camisole. She squirmed and pulled him close. She licked his lower lip and then nipped where she’d licked. He tasted of Christmas candy; sweet and chocolate, but the scent of his body was masculine and spicy. She couldn’t quite place the woodsy, earthy smell, but it drove her crazy in a completely primal way.

“I thought you were hungry,” Kurt asked holding out the bag.

“Later, honey. I’m suddenly starving for Elvis.”

Something of her desire must have shown in her gaze, because the men followed her silently to her bedroom.

A small Christmas tree was set on a table in front of the open draperies. Its lights the only ones in the room.

Lynne put a hand on Kurt’s forearm. “Honey, hurry and get the camera set up. I don’t want you to miss any of the action.” She laughed tossing her head back.

“Camera? Are you serious? Don’t you think cameras are a little kinky?”

“No way. I’m just feeling adventurous. Don’t worry,” she purred. “I’ll take it easy on you, Elvis.”

“What if I don’t want to be in the movies?” Elvis’s grin belied shadowed in his eyes.

She checked out his crotch. Hell, he wasn’t scared. He was anxious to get started.

“With a hard-on like yours, I find it hard to believe you aren’t interested.” She smoothed her hand over the front of his pants. “You won’t be sorry. By the time I’m through with you, you’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven.” She slowly undid the buttons of his white shirt and slipped it from his shoulders, kissing his chest and male nipples. She looked up into his eyes while her fingers brushed over his dark, soft chest hair. “I’m gonna use you until you can’t move much less breath. You’ll know what it’s like to be
taken
.”

His pelvis arched. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

“Great, cowboy. Better men than you have failed to keep up with me. Kurt and I went at it for six hours, and I was ready for another round by four in the morning. Poor Kurt was tired, but he held up really well. I sure hope you are half as good as Kurt.” She brushed his nipple with a delicate fingertip. “There won’t be a man in this room who will be able to get it up when I’m done.”

Troy grinned. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Oh, believe me, she isn’t pulling your leg or anything else,” Kurt assured Troy.

Troy whistled. “Geez, Lynne, you sure are one bad lady. I think I’m gonna like it here. You look so innocent. Where do you keep your bad girl hidden?”