Hot Property (Kingston Bros.) (3 page)

He’d been shocked to find that one of her manicured hands had wandered into his lap while he’d been intently rubbing lotion into her nipples. Before he realized what was happening, she’d undone the zipper on his shorts and was leaning forward to kiss the head of his straining penis. He’d erupted within seconds of feeling her glossy lips slide down his shaft, but she hadn’t seemed to mind. Within minutes he was hard again, and she was bouncing herself to a powerful orgasm on his erection, screaming so loudly that she startled the birds perched
in the tree branches overhead.

Over the next few years Mark allowed himself to be seduced by many of his dad’s unattached, female clients. If anyone had suggested to him that what was happening was statutory rape or child molestation, he would have been baffled. He thought he was a total stud. He loved women and they seemed to really like him. He gave them what they seemed to want and he learned a great deal about pleasuring the mysterious female body in the process. It seemed like an ideal situation. Besides, he was nearly a man. He hadn’t achieved the muscled physiq
ue that would take him to the NF
L yet, but he was mature enough to please these lonely women. And it relieved some of his lonelines
s, at least for a few minutes.

The extra money on his paycheck certainly didn’t hurt either. It allowed him to save for college and would finance his eventual escape. His father’s knowing grin, however, hurt a lot. But they never talked about the extra services Mark provided to their clients. Not until years later when Mark realized just how thoroughly and horribly he’
d been robbed of his innocence.

Those clandestine afternoons were a long time ago. Right now he was at his best friend’s wedding, holding Serena. A girl he genuinely wanted. She was curled up against him like she belonged there, and something elemental in him longed to be accepted by her, to erase the past and be made whole again. To be worthy of her. It was selfish, bu
t he couldn’t help himself.

Before his slumbering conscience could kick in he jiggled her a bit and smiled as she slowly raised her head from his shoulders and looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “Hey,” he said. “The song is over. Do you want to get out of here?” She nodded and he grabbed her hand, heading for the closest reception hall exit door before she could change her mind. He looked around warily for any of her relatives to notice their departure, but no
one even spared them a glance.

Without a single word, he dragged her towards his truck and helped her slide into the high cab. She exposed a lot of silky leg climbing clumsily into the passenger seat and he felt more blood rush to his groin at the sight. He could easily imagine just pushing her down on the seat and kissing his way up those thighs to her hot, moist centre. There he could gorge himself on her sweet honey until she came in a
rush, maybe for the first time.

The image of what she would look like with her skirt up around her waist and his face buried between her thighs was so vivid he could practically taste her. Gritting his teeth he barely resisted the impulse to take her right there. But no matter how depraved he was, seducing an innocent in a parking lot was too low, even for him. He could wait a few more minutes
to get his hands on her. Maybe.

He raced around the front of the vehicle and climbed into the driver’s seat. He was surprised to find that she was sitting in the middle of the bench seat instead of the opposite side. When he slid behind the wheel she was pressed against him from thigh to shoulder. His hands actually shook at her nearness as he turned the ignition key and put the truck in gear. He should have asked her to slide over and fasten her seat-belt, but he couldn’t res
ist her warmth and softness.

“Where are we going, Mark?” She asked sleepily as the truck left the parking lot. She placed her head on his shoulder and cuddled even closer. He though he was going to lose it as he breathed in the sweet strawberry scent of her hair, and felt one of her small h
ands wrap around his upper arm.

“I’m taking you home. You’ve had enough fun for one night, don’t you think?” He said, sounding very much like one of her concerned cousins, but feeling like a complete fraud. The last place he wanted to take her was to her parent’s place. They would still be at the reception, but he knew seeing her there in her childhood home, would remind him of exactly h
ow wrong it was to be with her.

Her head jerked up and she glared at him. “Why are we going there? I thought you wan
ted to go somewhere. And talk.”

He hadn’t said anything about talking, but if that’s what she wanted to believe then he would humor her. “Where did you want to go then?” He aske
d, already heading out of town.

“I don’t know. Let’s just drive. Okay? But don’t take me home yet.” She settled her head back on his shoulder and sighed, content to watch the streetlights fade away into the
night.

Mark drove very fast to the most secluded place he could think of. He’d never been to the Valleyview Country Club at night before, but he remembered the guys from his high school talking about using the view from the ninth hole as an excellent lure to get their girlfriends to go parking with them. He’d never been. In fact, those same guys had ribbed him mercilessly for being a virgin. He never told them about his extra duties at work. He wasn’t exactly ashamed of them, but he knew it wasn’t something he wanted getting around. Especially to the Kingstons. He was fairly certain they wouldn’t be thrilled to find out that he was servicing their clients in a manner not intended
by their landscaping contract.

By the time he was Serena’s age he had experienced just about everything on the sexual menu, and yet necking had somehow been missed. It was one of the many adolescent rites of passages he’d been deprived of so tonight he felt ridiculously excited at the prospect of e
xperiencing something so tame.

Pulling into the parking lot overlooking the infamous ninth hole, Mark held his breath as Serena’s hand settled on his thigh. The muscles there jumped in reaction to the sensation of her soft, warm palm so close to his groin. He wanted desperately to slide her hand into the juncture of his thighs where h
is erection throbbed painfully.

He parked the truck and threw the keys on the dashboard. Turning in his seat slightly, he was planning his approach when she launched herself at him. Suddenly, her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck like tentacles and
she was kissing him awkwardly.

“Whoah.” He said, pulling back to avoid having his teeth mashed against his lips.
Serena jerked away and sat as far away from him as she c
ould without leaving the truck.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m not very good at this. But I thought it was what you wanted.” She mumbled, looking out through the windshield at the sparkling
man-made lake in the moonlight.

Mark reached his long arms across the bench seat and pulled her gently back towards him, sliding her effortlessly along the cracked vinyl. When she was pressed against his side again, he touched her nose with one finger and said, softly, “Serena, kissing you is exactly what I want. You have no idea how much. But I had something a little
gentler
in mind, okay?”

It was too dark to see her expression, but he felt her nod her head against his neck. Leaning down, he found her lips with his and pressed his mouth gently against hers. He did this once and then pulled back. His reaction to that simple touch was totally out of proportion with the physical act itself. His lips actually tingled and he had to fight the impulse to plunge his tongue deeply into her sweet mouth and show her exact
ly what he wanted to do to her.

She responded by pressing her own lips against his and pulling away, mimicking his hit and run method of kissing. He didn’t allow her to go very far. Placing one large hand on the nape of her neck to keep her still he followed her lips with his. He angled his head from sided to side, kissing her from different directions, flicking his tongue against her lips
with each new touch.

When she eagerly opened her lips to receive more of his tongue, he licked the inside of her mouth, but didn’t deepen the kiss as he wanted. He wasn’t sure if he could maintain his control if he went too far. This was supposed to be just an innocent little make-out session. Anything more than that would be like playing with fire, n
o matter ho much he wanted her.

But Serena had other ideas. The next time he slid his tongue between her lips, she tentatively touched it with her own. Just a quick lick and then retreat, but it was enough to make every muscle in his body got tense with his desire to finish what they had started. It would be so easy. He could practically smell her arousal. She wouldn’t protest if he gently pushed her back on the seat, slid her skirt up her satiny legs, and plunged his aching cock between her moist folds, over and over, until they both found relief. But he couldn’t do that, even though it seemed l
ike the best idea in the world.

“Mark,” she whispered against his lips. “Am I doing this right?” She was kissing him now, tracing the outline of his lips with ju
st the tip of her silky tongue.

“Yeah. Just like that,” he rasped, and touched her busy tongue with his own. She got up on her knees and leaned over him, placing her hands on his cheeks to keep him still. Tentatively, she plunged her tongue between his lips, chasing his tongue with hers. He sucked on it for a moment a
nd then allowed her to retreat.

She pulled back from him long enough to begin undoing the buttons on his tuxedo shirt. He grabbed her hands and growled, “Serena, what are you doing?” If he felt her fingers or her lips on his chest he was a goner. All his good intentions would be out the window and her feet would be on the truck’s ceiling just as fast as he could
get a condom out of his wallet.

“I just want to touch you. Just this o
nce. Please.” She said sweetly.

How could he say no to that exactly? He’d never heard Serena say ‘please’ in her entire life. He could stand her hands on him for a just a few seconds. He was already going crazy with lust. How bad could it be? “Alright. But just for a second. You’re driving me wild, and I don’t
know how much more I can take.”

“Really?”
She asked, sounding delighted.

“Really.” He braced himself and let go of her hands, gripping his own thighs tightly to prepare for the next onslaught of sensation. It was complete madness to be letting her do this, but better with him than satisfying her curiosity with some other guy. At least she was safe with him. If he could just
keep his dick under control.

She struggled with his tie a bit but eventually got it loose without choking him to death. With agonizing slowness she managed to unbutton his shirt. Then, she paused for a moment as if waiting for him to stop her. But he didn't. He couldn't. He was practically hyperventilating waiting to feel her skin on him. Finally, she slid one soft hand
into the collar of his shirt.

He groaned as her short nails threaded through the soft thatch of hair in the middle of his chest and then brushed one of his nipples. Slowly, her hand trailed back up to his shoulder and then down the other side of his torso, sliding down until she was tracing his ridged abdo
minal muscles with her fingers.

As she reached his belt, he grabbed her hand again. He was going to stop it there, fling her hand away before things could get even more out of control, but some horny devil possessed him momentarily and he placed her hand directly on his bulging zipper. “Do you feel that? Do you understand what you’re doing to me? How hard I am for you?” He held her palm there, expecting her to pull away in shock, but she didn’t. Instead she flexed her fingers in a little caress against his straining erection. He eased his grip on her hand and she actually traced the shape of his
penis through his tuxedo pants.

“I do
this to you?” She asked softly.

“Oh God. Yes. You do this to me. But please stop,” he groaned, but thrust his hips forward to give he
r better access to his package.

“Just one more minute. Does this feel good?” She asked, sliding her hand gingerly downward u
ntil she was cupping his balls.

He nearly choked. “Serena,” he growled and grabbed her wandering hand before he came in his
rented tuxedo
pants. The meaning behind her questions finally sunk into his lust-fogged brain and sanity returned in an unwelcome wave. He’d managed to ignore her lack of kissing technique, but it was harder to deny her ignorance when she seemed completely oblivious to his body’s reaction to her. The realization that she was actually even more innocent than he’d assumed was like a bucket of ice water dumped over his head. She really didn’t have any expe
rience at all. None. Until now.