Hot Property (Kingston Bros.) (12 page)

He chuckled at her play on words, allowing her to believe that he'd left to jerk off. In actuality, he'd made a surprise visit to Cherry. She'd been delighted to see him back from college and had enthusiastically allowed him to strip her, position her on her knees in front of him, and pound into her mercilessly from behind withou
t even a hint of any foreplay.

The image of Serena in her bikini had been fresh and vivid in his mind as he'd vigorously plowed the older woman until she'd been weak and boneless with pleasure on the slippery floor of her own pool-house. It was Serena he'd wanted. And even as he'd grunted his satisfaction as he'd came, he knew it wasn't enough to fantasize about her as he fucked someone else. He wanted her. A young, innocent girl who would be appalled at both the things he'd done and the things h
e desperately wanted from her.

He resolved right then to avoid her. No matter what his body seemed to crave, he wasn't right for her. She deserved someone less selfish, who hadn't been so thoroughly corrupted. He just didn't possess enough self-control to keep his hands and thoughts, not to mention his dick, away from her. He knew, without a doubt, that given enough contact with her, eventually he would give in to his body's demands and seduce her. Fifteen or not, he would have her. Then he would hate himself for robbing her of her innocence. For once in his life, he needed to step up and do the difficult thing. No matter how cruel it seemed, Serena was off limits.

But that was a long time ago, and Serena wasn't forbidden fruit anymore.
Returning to the present, Mark reached down and began peeling Serena's stretchy skirt up her thighs. Needing to prove to himself that she was here and she actually wanted him, all he could think about was getting inside her panties and feeling her moist heat against his fingers, his tongue, and
especially his rock-hard cock.

He caressed her thighs as he drew the skirt upward to her waist and was delighted to find that her striped tights were actually thigh-high stockings. He growled his pleasure against her neck and slid one hand inside the back of her lacy panties. He squeezed her
soft ass cheeks before trailing
his fingers forward to cup her pussy from behind. She was drenched and so hot he couldn't resist plunging one finger into her creamy heat for just a moment before reaching forward and teasing her nub again with that same slippery digit.

Serena gasped and let go of his hair so she could reach for his grey T-shirt. She was torn. She wanted his shirt off, but didn't want him to dislodge his hand from between her legs long enough to remove the article of clothing. She compromised by pushing his shirt up to his armpits so she could at least have some access to his incredible chest. Leaning forward, she tongued one of his small brown nipples as she held his shirt out of the way with one hand and gradually slid the other down his tight abdomen between their bodies until she reac
hed the waistband of his jeans.

"Serena," he said softly, as she cupped his erection through his zipper. "Oh God. Are you sure about this?" He asked even as he
flexed against her warm palm.

Serena thought about just walking away right then. That would be excellent revenge. Just leave him hanging the way he had done to her so long ago. But she couldn't do it. She had never been so aroused in her entire life. She genuinely wanted him. So badly that she was actually aching to feel his hard flesh thrusting between her thighs. She felt like she would die if she didn't have all of him inside her bo
dy immediately.

"I'm sure," she said, pulling back long enough to push him towards a nearby stone bench. He sat down rather ungracefully and watched her through heavily-lidded eyes as she followed him to the bench and began unbuttoning her silk blouse in a slow striptease while stand
ing between his spread thighs.

"How do I turn this thing off?" she asked, looking up at the stadium lights he'd rigged to keep the center of t
he maze as bright as daylight.

He leaned forward, spreading the bottom of her blouse wide over her stomach. He touched his lips to her navel, giving it a soft, sucking, open-mouthed kiss. "But I want to see you. All of you. I've had the image of you in that bikini burned
into
my brain
. I need to refresh my memory."

She undid the last button and shrugged out of her blouse, exposing her lacy white bra and the full mounds of her breasts to his gaze. Looking down at his upturned face, she smiled as he stared hungrily at her pink nipples just visible through the lace. "How do you know you won't be disappoi
nted? I'm not fifteen anymore."

"Believe me." He said with a wicked grin as he reached up with both hands to cup her breasts. "I'm eternally grateful for that fact. Now I can do this without worrying about going to jail." He deftly undid the front closure of her bra and released her breasts into his waiting palms. Pressing her creamy mounds together he buried his face in her cleavage for a moment, breathing in her scent before reaching out with his tongue to lick one turgid nipple and then the other, alternating between the two until both nubs were cherry red and straining towards his mouth. He admired his work for a moment and then grasped one mound in his palm, and sucked the crest deeply into his mouth while plucking at the nipple of the other
breast with his fingertips.

"God. That's good." Serena whispered, burying her hands in his hair again to keep his talented lips pressed tightly to her breasts. "But seriously. It's brighter than the sun in here. Where is the off switch for that damn ligh
t?"

He leaned back, releasing her breast from his mouth with a 'pop' and gave her an exaggerated sigh. "If you insist. Just pull the plug there." He pointed to the ground with the hand that had been cupping her breast just a second before. "It's hooked up to a generator. But hurry
back
or I'll
have to start all over again."

"Poor you. Kissing my breasts is such hard work." Serena giggled, yanking her skirt all the way down her legs she threw it at him and turned her back, exposing her round bottom as she strutted to the lamppost. His soft 'wow' of appreciation was all the encouragement she needed. Adding as much wiggle to her walk as possible without hurting herself, she put on a good show for him, slowly removing her bra from her smooth shoulders and spinning it around one finger before flinging it in his general direction. He caught it with one hand and
gave a long, low, wolf whistle.

Enjoying their game, she unpinned her hair and flung it around her head until it tumbled around her shoulders and down her back in a wild mass. She was tempted to whip off her glasses like a slutty porno librarian, but didn't think it would be very sexy if she walked into a rose bush. So, she left her specs on and circled the post, using it as a substitute stripper pole. After one slinky revolution she struck what she thought was a sultry pose, looking back at him over one bare shoulder and blowing a kiss, before gracefully bending over at
the waist to unplug the light.

It was suddenly very dark in the rose garden. Serena's eyes adjusted quickly, but the starlight filtering in from overhead wasn't enough to make out Mark's shape on the bench. But she did hear something. It was the rustling of clothing as Mark removed his shirt entirely, and then the distinct sound of a zipper going down. Mark was finally getting naked in front of her and she'd just
turned out the lights. Damn it.

"Serena?" Mark called, his voice lo
w and guttural. "Are you okay?"

Serena paused, his question echoing his earlier concern. But she wasn't going to think about that. She was going to concentrate on fulfilling her fantasies about Mark, once and for all. Finally being with him was so much better than she'd imagined. Considering his broody nature, she'd always assumed that he would be an intense and dominating lover. She was delighted to find that
he was also playful and sweet.

"I'm just considering whether or not I should strip bare or leave on my shoes and stockings," she said, creeping towards the sound of his
voice as silently as possible.

"Leave 'em on and get over here. We're not going to play some kind of sexy version of Blind Man's Bluff now, are we? 'Cause I really can't wait
much longer to get inside you."

Serena smiled to herself at his frank words. How did he know she'd been contemplating a game of erotic hide and seek? It sounded like he thought the foreplay was over. She had other ideas. When she was close enough to hear his harsh breathing, she sunk to the grass directly in front of him, and placed her hands on his knees, spreading his legs wide so she could cuddle in close
to the juncture of his thighs.

The complete darkness made everything seem so much more intense. She paused, taking in the intoxicating scent of the roses and the ticklish feeling of cool grass on her legs. She wanted to recall these details later, but most of all she wanted to remember the silky heat of his skin, the sound of his ragged breathing, and the gentle strength in his hands as he brushed them over her co
llar bone and through her hair.

"Serena," he gasped her name as the naked flesh of her chest pressed against his lower stomach. The hard column of his erect penis rose between them and she altered her position slightly so she could bracket his large swollen shaft between the soft cushions of her breasts. She squeezed them together as she rose up and down on her knees, sliding his straining erection into the va
lley, teasing him mercilessly.

"Do you like that?" She whispered, firmly in control for the moment, and loving it. She pushed his underwear and jeans down a little further, and trailed her fingertips over the sensitiv
e skin of one exposed hip bone.

"God. Yes." He didn't sound in control at all. In fact,
he sounded like he was choking.

"How about this?" Serena leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to the head of his
jutting erection.

"Please. Serena. You don't have to do that. Just climb on up here and put me out of my misery. Okay?" He said, reaching down
to gather her up in his arms.

Instead of answering, Serena took hold of his penis in one hand and slowly slid her lips down his long length until the bulbous head was pressed to the very back of her mouth. She made a humming sound deep in her throat and felt his hands tighten convulsively on her shoulders. Then she slid her lips back until he was almost fully exposed to the night air befo
re repeating the action again.

Mark swore gutturally, and gathered her hair in one hand to keep it out of the way. If there had been some light he would have loved watching her sink that delectable mouth down on his dick. He couldn't imagine a more erotic sight. The feeling alone was almost more than he could take. The silky slide of her tongue, teasing the underside of his shaft combined with the perfect amount of soft suction was driving him completely crazy. As much as he wanted to take the lead he couldn't resist the unexpected rush of having her on her knees, selflessly pleasuring him. He never thought he'd experience this. It felt like yet another wet dream.
But it was actually happening.

Unable to stop himself, Mark began thrusting his hips in rhythm with the accelerating movements of Serena's mouth. Gritting his teeth, he placed a gentle hand on the back of her neck and fought the urge to beg her to move faster, take him deeper, so he c
ould find his release at last.

Instead he grabbed her by the shoulders before he could lose control compl
etely. "Serena. Please. Stop."

She was completely confused. She'd never even heard of a guy refusing a blow-job before. She was hardly an expert at this, but she'd watched a few dirty videos and, Clay, one of her gay friends
,
had given her some pointers after an evening of lemon drop martinis. They'd even used a frozen banana as a visual aide. Was she still doing it wrong? Was this a repeat of that night so long ago? Was he rejecting her again
?

She pulled back, feeling embarrassed and unsure of herself. Mark was standing up and moving away from her. She suddenly felt cold and completely humiliated. It was a familiar feeling. She was about to begin scrambling for her clothes in the dark when suddenly he was there, behind her, pressing her forward until her breasts rested on the flat surface of the cool stone bench and he
r ass was tilted up to the sky.

Mark loomed over her, pressed his mouth to her shoulder. He gave the flesh there a little bite and then a soothing lick. "Now, this isn't the pool-house, but it's a pretty damn good substitute, don't you think?" He asked, sliding one hand up the back of her thighs he touched her through her sopping panties an
d she nearly sobbed in relief.

It wasn't over. He just wanted to enact the fantasy that had haunted him all these years. She could do that. In fact, right this second she couldn't think of anything she wanted more. Arching her back, she pressed her bottom suggestively against the front of his body, wiggling against his erection. She'd meant to tease him. A little payback for earlier, but she actually ended up driving herself a bit crazy in the process. He was so big and hard against her soft bottom. She couldn't wait to feel every impressive inch of his flesh buried to the h
ilt between her slippery folds.

Mark growled against her neck and slid one hand into the front of her panties. He feathered his fingers downward, threading them through the soft hair at the juncture of her thighs until his large hand cupped her entire pussy. Then he gave her a gentle squeeze as he began flexing his hardness against her soft bottom. The friction was unbel
ievable, but not quite perfect.

She adjusted her position so she could reach down and grasp the hand that was burrowed in her panties. She guided it in the rhythm she needed, moving Mark's fingers and palm in the quick, shallow glide that would drive her towards orgasm like a freight train gone off the tracks. When he had it just right she let go of his hand and began sliding her panties down her hips until she was naked and ready
for him to take her completely.