“Bay was right about you,” he said breathlessly from behind her. “You’re a fucking natural.”
Finally she felt her sodden panties being pulled aside and his fingers sinking into her cunt.
“Jesus, you are ready.”
“I’m pretty desperate,” she said, almost whimpering with need.
She heard the sound of a packet being ripped open and sighed with relief. His fingers left her and the tip of his cock took their place. She sighed as he sank into her, not slowly but with one confident thrust, stretching her, filling her as comprehensively as Bay had done just a few short hours previously. They gasped simultaneously and his hands increased the pressure on her breasts, like he couldn’t get enough of them.
“Geez, you’re so goddamned tight.”
“Is that a complaint?”
He removed one hand from her tits and slapped her ass. “Speak only when spoken to, remember.”
“Yes, sir. Sorry.”
He worked his way back into her and thrust so hard that she could barely hold her position. Athena didn’t care about the discomfort to her legs, which had lost all feeling in this kneeling position. She thrust back against him, aware of his heavy balls smacking against her buttocks, loving the feel of them. Being fucked like this, hard and urgently, with her hands restrained and her tits being gouged, made her feel alive in ways she hadn’t previously realized were possible. The orgasm that she’d almost brought on for herself was now building again, flickering frustratingly just out of reach as sparks ignited in her core and the turbulent heat steadily grew. She closed the walls of her vagina round Marty’s cock, terrified that he might tease her by trying to withdraw. These guys appeared to get off on showing just how much control they had, but Athena was all out of patience. She ground her butt against his cock as it invaded her pussy like a jackhammer.
“Do you like my cock fucking you so hard?”
Athena screwed her eyes tight shut, the better to absorb the sensations that hit her from every angle. “God, yes.”
“You want it a little harder?”
It gets harder than this?
“I want it as rough and as deep as you can give it to me,” she surprised herself by saying.
He chuckled. “You got it.”
Athena didn’t think it would actually be possible for him to drive any deeper, which just went to show how much she had to learn about his prowess. “Yes,” she breathed, forgetting about the silence rule. “Oh yes!”
He pinched her nipples so hard that her vision blurred. Then her orgasm hit out of nowhere, so hard and deep, so thunderously turbulent that it took her completely by surprise.
“Yes! I’m coming, Marty!” she screamed, her hair falling all over her face as she tossed her head from side to side. “Fuck me hard. Give me everything you’ve got.”
“Take it, babe,” he said, his voice a deep, sexy rumble. “Feel my cock. Feel how big you’ve made me. It’s fucking enormous and it’s all for you. Take what you need.”
He continued to ruthlessly plunder her cunt with deep, even thrusts until the waves of ecstasy gradually faded and her limbs stopped trembling.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Wonderful!”
“Keep with it. We ain’t through yet.”
Marty picked up the pace again, still rock hard inside her. How did he do that? Bay had been the same, able to maintain control when she completely lost it. Was there a formula? She’d have to ask them, when she was allowed to talk again. She moved in time with his thrusts, more controlled now yet, she sensed, still not done. She’d told Marty that Bay had made her come three times. Presumably he had something to prove to himself. She bit her lip to suppress a laugh.
Men and their egos.
As Marty continued to fuck her, she forgot all about whatever he was trying to prove to himself as she felt another less cataclysmic yet deeply pulsating climax stirring to life inside her. Marty, too, was on the brink. She could tell by the shortening of his breath and the string of filthy language spilling from his lips, to say nothing of the increased pressure on her tits.
“That’s it, babe,” he said. “We’re fucking real deep now. You’re gonna come for me again, I can feel it, then I’m gonna shoot my load. Don’t hold back, darlin’, we both need to do this now. Feel my balls smacking into you, feel my cock filling your cunt. I bet you just love that, don’t you?”
Athena, unsure if she was supposed to answer, merely nodded and then groaned. She was so damned close. Again. Then she closed about his cock and milked it in silence, screaming inside her head for him to fuck her. Obviously sensing what was happening to her, Marty slapped her ass hard and let himself go.
“That’s it, sugar, you’ve got me. I’m gonna come, too.”
His body pulsated above hers and he slapped her ass repeatedly as he drove himself into her, again and again until he finally sighed deeply and withdrew. He untied her hands and helped her to her feet. Then he picked her up, kissed her with a tenderness that was at direct variance to the harsh fucking they’d just enjoyed, and deposited her on the bed.
“Stay right there. I won’t be a moment.”
He disappeared, presumably to dispose of the condom, and returned with a washcloth.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked almost apologetically as he wiped her clean. “I tend to get carried away, especially with someone as responsive as you are.”
“I loved it,” she said, reaching up to trace the curve of his face and placing a gentle kiss on his lips.
“Glad to hear it.”
He abandoned the cloth, climbed into bed, and pulled her into his arms. She was still wearing the trashy underwear he seemed to find so compelling.
“Let’s regain our strength,” he said. “The guys won’t be here for a while yet.”
“Bay tells me you’re a professional golfer.”
“I was,” he said, “but that was a while ago now.”
“And you work with Bay and Dex instead. Don’t you miss it?”
“He didn’t tell you why I quit?”
“No.” Athena sensed tension in his voice. “He just said that you were a golf professional at a club he managed, having given up professional golfing.”
“A woman at the club accused me of sexual harassment, and I lost my job because of it,” he said, turning his face away from her so she couldn’t read his expression.
“That’s terrible!”
“You haven’t asked me if I was guilty.”
“That’s because I know you weren’t.”
He touched her lips with one finger, the gesture tender. “Thanks, but you don’t really know me.”
“I know enough about you to realize that you don’t need to force women into doing anything they don’t want to.” She rested her head on his shoulder, much as she had rested it on Bay’s earlier. “I’m guessing that the woman came on to you, you rejected her, and she was looking for revenge.”
Marty kissed the top of her head. “Pretty much, but her husband was influential, believed what she told him, and was determined to get me ousted from the club. You have to understand what that would have done to me as a person,” he said quietly. “I wouldn’t have easily gotten a job elsewhere, the jealous husband would have seen to that. I was raised in a small town in Minnesota, and I didn’t relish going back there, having left in a blaze of local publicity when I got onto the professional tour. I’d already failed as a professional golfer, you see, and didn’t want to admit to my family that I couldn’t even hold it together as a teacher.”
“So what happened?”
The shoulder beneath her head moved, presumably in a shrug. “Bay and I were buddies when that accusation was made. He knew I hadn’t touched the woman, but even though he was the club’s manager, no one listened to him. He was already disillusioned in working for someone else, and that was the final straw. He decided to start his own club and asked me if I wanted to go in with him. I had a bit of money left from my professional days and nowhere else to turn, so I threw in my lot with him and Dex. I’ve never had cause to regret that decision.”
“Where does Dex fit into it all?”
Marty laughed. “He spends his days winding me up, and vice versa. If you want to know more about him than that, you need to ask him.”
“You guys are very protective of one another’s privacy.”
“There’s nothing mysterious about any of us. It’s just that we’ve kinda gotten into the habit of minding what we say. The press has a habit of twisting things.”
“I’m not the press. I was just curious.”
“I know you were.” He kissed her almost chastely, lifted her from his shoulder, and got out of bed. “Take a shower,” he said, helping her out of the underwear. “I’ll lay out what you’re to wear for us when you come down.”
“I beg your pardon.”
“Get used to it, babe.” He winked at her. “We’re in charge tonight.”
Athena was about to object, then changed her mind.
What the hell!
“Come on, get moving,” he said, tapping her butt.
Athena returned to her room, a large towel draped round her body, another wrapped round her wet hair. She felt alive, invigorated, liberated, and amazingly carefree at a point in her life when she’d never had more things to worry about. Presumably that was what spending the afternoon engaged in an energetic bout of no-holds-barred sex did for a girl.
If so, Athena was up for the next round. She felt a little sore but pleasantly so. There was nothing serious enough to hold her back. It wasn’t every day that three of the best-looking men she’d ever seen turned up in her kitchen, ready and willing to do to her whatever she asked of them.
She glanced at her bed, did a double take when she saw the clothes—or lack of them—Marty had put out for her to wear, and giggled. Athena
never
giggled. Up until now she hadn’t had a whole lot to giggle about, what with her life being one long struggle to help her grandfather make ends meet. Suddenly her existence had taken on a whole new dimension, albeit temporarily, and she fully intended to make the most of the upturn.
She returned her attention to the clothes Marty had decreed she would wear that evening. The same trashy mauve bra but no panties. He must have realized that they were soaked through. Was she supposed to go without? Presumably. He hadn’t chosen a top but had obviously rummaged in her wardrobe, producing a tiny Lycra skirt that she hadn’t worn for a decade. She’d be lucky if it covered her pussy. Laughing and shaking her head at the same time, Athena opened her underwear drawer in search of clean panties. Instead she discovered a handwritten note, which said,
Oh no you don’t!
She closed the drawer, still laughing. Fine, if that was the way they wanted it, she’d play right along. She put on the bra and skirt, noticing that he’d left out open-toed shoes with four-inch heels. She stepped cautiously into them, hoping she wouldn’t fall off them and break her neck. She sat in front of her mirror and dried her hair, leaving it to hang loose round her shoulders when she was done. She applied a little mascara and lip gloss but left the makeup at that.
She was about to leave her room when she heard a car pull up at the side of the house. She peeped through her window and saw Bay at the wheel of a sleek Jaguar. Dex jumped out of the passenger seat, rolled open the door to the barn, and Bay drove his car inside. Presumably he didn’t want it to be seen if the saboteur returned. The thought was sobering, reminding Athena that she really shouldn’t be indulging her sexual fantasies at such a time. It took the edge off her excitement, and this time, when she looked in the glass, her image appeared trashy rather than sexy.
“What the hell do you think you’re playing at?” she asked aloud.
Athena dithered for some time, aware of male voices coming from downstairs, along with enticing aromas. She had two choices. She could dress normally, go down and tell them she’d changed her mind, or front it out. Had she changed her mind? If she did, she was pretty sure they’d carry on helping her, but did she want to deny herself more of the pleasure she’d already received at Bay’s and Marty’s hands?
Hell no, life was for living!
“Bring it on, boys.”
Avoiding further glances in the mirror, Athena tossed her hair away from her face and tottered carefully from her room in her unsuitable shoes.
* * * *
Dex unloaded the cartons of Chinese takeaway food and decanted them into serving dishes. Marty opened a couple of bottles of wine and didn’t seem able to stop grinning.
“It’s all right for some,” Dex grumbled.
“Aw, don’t get mad,” Marty replied, sharing a smirk with Bay. “You’ll thank me when you see the groundwork I’ve done for you guys.”
“What did you make of her?” Bay asked.
Dex paused with a half-empty carton of chicken in his hand, watching Marty as he formulated his response.
“Sensational,” he said, “and not just because she’s new to our life. There’s something about her that’s gotten to me, and it has nothing to do with sex.” Marty shook his head. “Does that make any sense?”
“It makes perfect sense,” Bay said. “But I thought it was just me.”
“She’s enough to make me rethink my life of celibacy,” Dex said.
Bay and Marty roared with laughter. “You don’t have a celibate bone in your body,” Bay pointed out.