My legs shuddered, a cross between fatigue from the way I was squatting over the shaft and thrill to know Jack would soon impale me with his own much bigger, longer, thicker shaft.
“How’s that chrome fetish working for you now, Jack?” I taunted, as I brought a hand to my sex and spread my folds wider, wanting to ensure nothing blocked the show of my pussy exploding with cream.
“Never better.”
He sounded strung out, pushed to the edge and ready to snap. I took mercy on him and increased the pumping of my hips, applying my full weight as I ground the sensitized pearl of my clit hard against the chrome shaft.
Once.
Twice.
My clit throbbed. My pussy spasmed. Pleasure pain erupted deep within my core. I worked the fingers that separated my folds in a quick and carnal up-and-down rhythm. Orgasm raced through me so intensely it threatened to topple me into the water. Jack stopped that from happening.
His hands holding my thighs in place, he bent his head and feasted on the juices seeping from my body. The lash of his tongue up my center and against my clit started a second wave of tremors, even stronger than the first. These ones I couldn’t stop from crying out over.
I screamed my ecstasy. “Jesus, Jack! I love your tongue! Never stop licking me! Never ever stop!”
Jack
I should have felt languid and highly sated after first watching Carinna masturbate and then feeling her ride my cock until we both climaxed with the sensual friction of the hot tub’s many jets surrounding us. But all I could think about was giving her the slow, sensual loving I’d intended to provide before she’d rubbed her pussy along the tub’s chrome shaft and destroyed any chance I’d had at maintaining control.
I quickly finished drying off with a large green bath towel, then spread the towel over the shower curtain rod to dry. Carinna stood naked in front of the bathroom sink, finger-combing her wet hair. I met her reflected gaze in the mirrored medicine cabinet. “Come downstairs with me.”
She stopped brushing to glance down at her body, still warm and flushed from our lovemaking. “Now?”
“Now. I have something to show you.”
She looked indecisive for a few seconds, but then crossed to the hot tub. With her back to me, she reached to the tiled floor for her sweatpants.
I groaned with the sight of her curvy ass right there in front of me, the rosy hole all but begging me to sink inside and take her hard. Tonight I wouldn’t be having her that way, but soon. “Don’t get dressed. I’m not.”
She straightened and turned back, frowning. “What if Ry—”
“I told you he’s gone out.”
I still wanted to set her straight on my earlier slipup, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized doing so would reveal the depth of my feelings and she wasn’t yet ready to accept them. My gut tightened with the knowledge she might never be.
How concerned she seemed over my brother catching her in the buff registered then. That had to be a good sign.
I tested the waters with a cocky smile. “Right. As if you’d care if Ryan saw you naked. C’mon, Carinna. I know you too well not to think you’d be turned on by the idea of him watching us fuck. Or joining us.”
Lifting a slim shoulder in a shrug, she smiled a little too brightly. “Hey, I’m all for threesomes and Ryan’s definitely doable. I just didn’t think you’d feel comfortable if the third party was your brother.”
Despite the fact her smile looked artificial and I probably deserved her remark for laying the words out there, jealousy grabbed hold of me. The truth of it was there had been a time when I was as open to a threesome as Carinna claimed to be, but that time had long since passed. Now, it wasn’t just the thought of my brother sleeping with her that made me feel uncomfortable, but the idea of anyone but me touching her in such an intimate way.
Because I didn’t trust my voice, I left the bathroom. Not giving her much choice but to follow or be left alone, I made my way downstairs and through the kitchen to the garage. My jealousy eased up when I discovered Ryan’s Jeep missing. Even if she didn’t want him, I could see Carinna fucking my brother, just to show me that being tied down in a relationship with one man could never work for her.
I was inhaling the much-appreciated cooler air of the garage when Carinna padded barefoot and equally bareassed through the kitchen door less than a minute later. Admiration flashed in her eyes and she parted her lips in an O the instant she caught sight of the 1950 Mercury Coupe Lead Sled dominating the right side of the garage. Without a word or glance in my direction, she went to the car, stroking her palm along the red-and-black flames that licked across the hood. “Pretty.”
I felt like a prime stallion, for the way her what-should-have-been innocent stroking had my recently deflated cock back to rock solid. It was my chrome fetish back at play. She wasn’t touching anything chrome at the moment, but she was close to the trim and wheel rims and apparently, in this case, close counted.
Moving up beside her, I ran my hand along the hood next to hers. “Pretty damned incredible is more like it. It wasn’t in great condition when I bought it. While you were too wrapped up in life to talk the past few months, I needed a distraction to fill the time we used to spend together. This was it. And it felt great. I haven’t solely restored a classic since the ’67 Cougar I gave Mom for her fiftieth birthday.”
Carinna looked like she wanted to comment about these past months. Instead, she gave me one of those luminous smiles that covered the majority of her face. “You did great, Jack. Whenever you get your garage going, it’s gonna be a huge success.”
I basked in the glow of her compliment. I’d brought her down here to drive her wild with ecstasy, but, just as much, I’d wanted her praise. Now that I’d gotten the latter, it was time to get down to business on the former.
“I have something else to show you.” I reached into the coupe’s open passenger-side window to the bench seat. My cock throbbed when my fingers came into contact with the red fur-lined handcuffs I’d found in a floor compartment when I’d done the initial detailing. I’d nearly thrown them out. And what a waste that would have been.
Pulling the handcuffs through the window, I lifted them in front of her and gave in to a wolfish grin. “Look what came along for the ride.”
Carinna’s smile went from luminous to naughty in a heartbeat. She took in the rigid state of my cock and then nodded at the handcuffs. “Hoping to break those in, were you?”
“Maybe I’ve already used them a few times.” Shit, I didn’t know why I’d said that. But, yeah, I did. Just once I wanted her to be the jealous one. To think that between when we’d slept together four months ago and again this week I’d been with at least one other woman, if not a couple dozen.
“Maybe you’d better get to putting them on me, if that’s your plan. Otherwise, I can always use my beauty sleep.” Her smile went just a little brittle at the edges, her tone not even coming close to sounding nice.
My grin turned arrogant, my hope for us fueled by her response in a way I’d never seen coming. It was no longer enough to drive Carinna crazy while making slow, sweet love to her. Now that I knew she might feel jealousy over me, I had to show her she didn’t need another man or two men in her life or bed because no other man knew her as well as I did. No other man knew what her dirty-girl side craved.
Truthfully,