Playing His Game (The Reynolds Brothers) (7 page)

I feel like a
temptress from his words and I'm glad his desire for me is just as intense as
mine is for him. He's all I have thought about these past several weeks. He's
the man I desire when I'm in bed satisfying myself with my hand.

My hands lower to
the top of his jeans, ready to strip them off but Scott has me beat. He's
pulling my blouse up and over my head, exposing my black and peach lace push-up
bra.

"Holy
fuck," he groans.

 The mounds
of my ample breasts topple over the cups of my bra, putting my large breasts on
display for him. Scott's hands come down on them, massaging them before pulling
the cups down, exposing my full tits and hard nipples. He stands back to take a
look at what I have on display

"Your tits
are beautiful, downright edible. I want to taste."

My eyes close,
ready to feel Scott's lips and tongue devour them, but then the bedroom door
creaks. My eyes burst open and I quickly cover my breasts with my hands.

"Shhh,"
Tawny drunkenly mumbles, stumbling into the bedroom and closing and locking the
door behind her. She looks the two of us over before grinning cockily.
"You two have been up to no good."

I'm suddenly
nervous about what Tawny will do. It's okay to hook up with Scott if no one
finds out, but Tawny knowing is not okay. I can't let this get back to Autumn.

"It’s not
what you think," I shout, trying to come up with some other explanation as
to why I am standing here half naked. Somehow I don't think she'll believe the
excuse that Scott was giving me a breast exam.

"Oh, please,
little Adams. Who do you think you're talking to? I'm the same woman who caught
you giving head to the owner of that record store you were always at. What were
you, fifteen?"

"I just
turned sixteen."

"See, nothing
to be shy about."

 "Tawny,
we were kind of in the middle of something," Scott interrupts.

She giggles and
moves closer to Scott, while quickly pulling the small, figure hugging shirt
she's wearing over her head revealing her bare breasts.

Of course, Tawny's
not wearing a bra.

Her body is
perfection. Her long, dark hair hangs down on her back, her slender, tone
figure would rival any model and her fake breasts perfect the look. No wonder
she's one of the most in demand female porn stars.

"I could be
in the middle of something, too. Three is always better than two."

She moves in
seductively, licking her lips before inching forward and licking his. Her
tongue traces the outline of his lips before licking the seam, asking for entrance.
I'm shocked when Scott closes his eyes and opens for her, kissing her briefly.

Wow. So this is
what it feels like? I’ve never been half naked in front of a man before and had
him choose another woman over me. I'm usually the one men are drooling over.

Scott gently
pushes Tawny away and looks in my direction.

"But I'm
horny, Scotty."

"Not tonight,
Tawny."

"It could be
fun..." Tawny turns and looks over at me. Her eyes are slightly red,
showing just how intoxicated she actually is, but her words come out clearer
than they did before, "Come on, little Adams, the three of us could have
some fun."

Now I'm not
opposed to threesomes, I've just never had one with another woman before and
the thought of having one with Tawny is not that appealing. She has a great
body, and thousands of people would jump at the chance, but I'm not one of
them.

My eyes drift over
to Scott, wanting, no, needing him to help me get out of this situation, but
all I see is desire. It was in his eyes before but now his desire to be with us
both is radiating from all over his gorgeous body.

I'm torn.

My body physically
wants Scott; no, needs Scott would be more accurate. I can't keep denying
myself this pleasure, but being with Tawny is not something I need or ever
want.

I'm so caught up
in my thoughts that I don't notice Tawny until her hands move mine away from my
breasts, replacing them with hers. She squeezes gently before pulling and
twisting my nipples just the way I like it. It completely takes me by surprise
and arouses me at the same time.

How the fuck does
she know the way I like it?

Her hands move up
my full, heavy breasts, past my chest and around my neck as she looks right in
my eyes. "Please, Winnie," she begs as her lips lower to mine. I'm
frozen and can't move. Her lips touch mine gently and I'm reluctant to even
respond.

Tawny is kissing
me and it feels, weird. Nice, but weird. Her soft, strawberry flavored lips
caress mine, urging my lips to move with them. My eyes shift to Scott and I
watch him lower his jeans and boxers swiftly, before holding his hard, thick
cock in his hands and stroking it, while Tawny's lips are still searching for a
response from mine.

I give in to both
of their desires. We could make this fun.

My eyes close and
my lips move, dancing with Tawny's before I slowly open my mouth, inviting her
tongue inside. She takes advantage of this. Her tongue enters my mouth and we
begin to massage and caress each other. It feels surprisingly good.

Tawny's hands at
the back of my neck move and gently grasp the hair at my nape, pulling slightly
so that my head falls back, releasing my lips from hers. Her mouth moves over
my exposed neck, licking and then sucking to perfection, making my skin tingle
all over and my clit throb, begging for stimulation. Her lips continue their
journey, kissing my collarbone, my shoulder, my chest, and then the tops of my
tits.

My breasts are
aching, my nipples begging to be touched. Tawny looks up, her eyes meeting mine
before I feel her tongue slide over one of my erect nipples, sending a jolt
down to my southern region.

"That's
enough," Scott demands, huskily.

I tremble at the
sound of his voice and look up, my desire for him bringing me out of my Tawny
induced haze. I actually liked it. Tawny's hands on my body, her lips on my
lips, her tongue on my tits... I actually liked it.

"Both of you
get naked. Tawny go over to the bed and wait for us." His commanding voice
is dominant and shocking coming from him. But it also turns me on and I find
myself stripping as fast as possible.

"Slowly, Winnie.
I want to watch you."

I toss my bra on
the floor and then slowly lower my hands to my jeans, unbuttoning the top
button and unhurriedly sliding down the zipper. My thumbs go into my waistband
and I slowly shimmy my jeans over my hips, past my butt and down my legs,
stepping out of them and kicking them off to the side.

I never break eye
contact with him. His gaze is intimate and his eyes are dark, almost a stormy
gray. I might be imagining the color based on my alcohol consumption, but I
don't think I am. He's barely showing restraint and his eyes demand my
attention.

My focus stays
trained on him, my head slightly bowed waiting for his next command. He just
watches me intensely. This would normally make me nervous but right now it's
intensifying my desire for him. He's setting my body on fire with just a look
and I can't wait much longer.

"Come
here."

I practically dash
into his direction, stopping directly in front of him as his hands reach out
for my waist. His fingers grip the sides of my panties and drag them down the
length of my legs until they've reached my ankles. I lift one foot and then the
other and then I'm completely bare in front of him. His hands slide back up my
body on my outer thighs to my hips, until he's standing in front of me again.
His hands drop from my sensitive skin and I let out a slight whimper in
protest.

I want him
touching me.

"Tell me, did
you like Tawny touching you?"

I look over at
Tawny on the bed. She's sitting up with her thighs open wide, her long svelte
legs hang over the edge. Her hand is between her thighs, her fingers trailing
over her clit, rubbing herself in a controlled manor. She's getting off
watching us interact. I look back at Scott as he waits for my reply.

"Yes..."
I whisper, hesitantly.

His hands move back
to my body as he cups my breasts with his palms, stirring the animal inside of
me. "Did you like her touching your tits? Did it get you wet? Did you want
her to make you come?"

Scott's mouth
comes down to kiss the aroused flesh of my breast before lowering to suck one
of my nipples between his lips. "Did it feel good to kiss her? Tell me,
Winnie, did your cunt throb when Tawny finally stopped teasing you and licked
your hard nipple?"

His questions are
invasive, but at the same time make me want to drop down on my knees and take
his cock into my mouth, showing him how I felt at that moment when Tawny
touched me.

"Yes..."
I groan.

"Yes,
what?"

"Yes, it felt
good. So good, but you'd feel better."

His mouth leaves
my body... again. My frustration is at an all-time high. I've been sexually
frustrated before, but Scott is testing my limits with his teasing ways.

"Get on the
bed. I'll show you just how good I feel."

I must not move
fast enough because I let out a squeal as Scott lifts me up and over his
shoulder before walking us over to the bed and playfully tossing me on the
mattress. Before I have time to think he's kissing me, leaving luscious open
mouth kisses down my stomach, past my belly button until he reaches my bare
mound. I'm ready and waiting to feel his tongue on me, waiting for him to make
me come.

His tongue touches
my flesh, separating my folds before making contact with my clit. His mouth
feels incredible, better than I imagined and I moan in appreciation. As I part
my lips panting, Tawny's lips make contact with mine as she slowly invades my
mouth, kissing me passionately. I hesitantly lift one of my hands to slowly
caress her breasts as my other hand lowers into Scott's hair to make sure he
doesn't stop.

The three of us
spend the next hour teasing and pleasuring each other, and giving me the most
erotic sexual encounter of my life. After I've climaxed for the fourth time,
Scott comes inside me while Tawny screams in ecstasy riding Scott's face. I
roll over, completely sated, and pass out.

★★★

My eyes adjust to
the darkness as I wake up in a panic. The room is strangely quiet. Scott's
heavy arm is resting over my stomach as he tries to spoon me while he sleeps.
The other side of the bed is empty and Tawny is nowhere to be seen. The clock
on the dresser shows me I've been asleep for less than an hour.

Slowly, I lift
Scott's arm and place it on his side, sliding out of the bed as quietly as
possible and attempting not to shake the mattress. Once I'm on solid ground my
hands search the hardwood floor for my clothing. I find my bra first, then my
jeans and blouse, but my panties are nowhere to be found. Scott grumbles in his
sleep and I know I have to get out of here fast before he wakes up.

Screw finding my
panties.

In record time I
have my clothing on and I'm slipping out of the guest bedroom, softly closing
the door behind me. The house is quiet so I make my way to the living room,
find a blanket in the cubby under the ottoman and lie down on the couch.

What did I just
do? I slept with Jared's brother and I slept with Tawny. Tawny, who is like
another member of our small town family. Tawny, who sleeps with men and women
for a living. Tawny, who I'm not even remotely interested in.

I want Scott.

After seeing
and... feeling what he can do to me, I know I have to keep my distance. In one
night he had me doing something I never imagined doing before. I didn’t want to
have sex with Tawny, but he made her look desirable. Scott wanting me to fuck
Tawny made me want to fuck Tawny. If I stick with him I'll be doing ecstasy
while in the middle of a group orgy before I leave to go back home.

I just need to go
to sleep and forget this happened. Tomorrow, everything will go back to normal
and I can start looking at Scott as Jared's brother and not the man I have an
unhealthy hunger for.

Chapter Five

"Why the fuck
are you on my couch?"

My eyes flutter
open and I'm visually assaulted with an exquisite, freshly showered Jared. When
my sister told me a few months ago that he had shaved his head after a period
of reevaluating his life, I thought he had forever destroyed his good looks by
chopping off his gorgeous locks of hair.

Then she sent me a
picture.

Somehow, even
though I never thought it could be possible, he looks even better than he did
before.  Even though I no longer look at him as the sex fantasy in my
dreams, it's impossible to ignore the looks God blessed him with. My eyes drift
over his arms exposing just some of the ink that covers his entire body.

"What time is
it?" I ask groggily. My hands move to rub my eyes, attempting to wipe some
of the sleep away.

"A little
after nine. I came down to make Autumn a cup of coffee. Why aren't you in
bed?"

Shit.

"I...
umm,"
spit it out, Winnie
.

"Scott's in
there. He must have crashed while the party was still going on. When I went to
go to bed he was already passed out, so I came back in here and slept on the
couch."

"Sure
thing." Jared smiles and reaches up to ruffle my hair. "Do you want a
cup of coffee?"

"Please."

I follow Jared
into the kitchen and watch him as he makes both of us a cup of coffee. We drink
our coffee in silence and as the seconds tick by I'm more and more worried that
Jared might put something together. What he'll piece together, I don't know.
It's not like I have the words "I screwed your brother" written
across my forehead.