Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Make me come.
“That’s expected. Tell me something you want that you wouldn’t normally. Spank your pussy? Mark your flesh with teeth or a sharp pinwheel? Whip your ass until it’s a pretty shade of red? Achieving an orgasm is the easy part. How you get to that point is the adventure.”
“An orgasm was never easy.”
His nostrils flared and his teeth clenched. “With the asshole who didn’t know how to satisfy you?”
“Yes.”
Just as he expected. She’d been disappointed in the past. That probably added to her sexual shyness. “Have you ever orgasmed?”
She nodded.
“With who?”
A ragged breath slipped from between her lips. “Myself.”
“No man or woman has ever brought you to orgasm?” How could that be? She had to be in her early thirties and had never managed to have one damn decent partner? The anger flickering inside him burned hotter.
“I’ve never been with a woman.”
No surprise. “Would you want to be?”
Her teeth sawed over her bottom lip as she considered his question. “I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it. But no man has ever brought me to orgasm.”
“What a crime,” he murmured, fighting the annoyance so she wouldn’t pick up on it. “I promise you, if you want to orgasm during sex, you’ve come to the right place.”
Even the right man, if she was willing. To be the first one to bring her to orgasm…
That possibility was intoxicating and his cock agreed. Now he was even more determined to help her during her stay.
“I didn’t see that guarantee on your website.”
One side of his mouth pulled up. There it was. Her sense of humor. Dayne wouldn’t be surprised if, once the nervousness wore off, her real personality shined through.
No true wallflower would book a stay at a resort built for sexual pleasure. She also could’ve left last night, or this morning, but she didn’t. He took that as a sign she really wanted to be here, only she wasn’t sure of what she wanted during the experience.
Again, he was willing to help her find what she needed.
His cock was, too.
“I’m going to remind you now that if I do anything you don’t like or aren’t comfortable with, tell me.”
“Okay,” she breathed.
She didn’t ask what he was about to do. She wanted the surprise, the anticipation. Another good sign.
With a single finger, he drew her ponytail to the side, giving himself access to the smooth skin on her shoulder exposed by her baggy top.
He brushed his lips across it before giving it a playful nip. When she shivered, goosebumps appeared. “Are your nipples hard?”
She nodded.
“Do they ache?”
She nodded again.
He snuck a peek over her shoulder to see just how hard they were. “For what?” When she didn’t answer, he did it for her. “For someone to suck them, pinch them, even twist them?” He mentally raised his hand to volunteer to be that someone.
He could hardly hear her breathy, “Yes.”
“Good. Are you wearing panties?”
“Yes.”
“Are they soaked right now?” He was tempted to check for himself.
Patience.
This time it took her a moment to finally nod.
“Are you tempted to touch yourself right here, out in the open, while watching?”
“I don’t know.” The insecurity was back.
“If not yourself, who in that pile would you like to touch you?”
She took a moment to study each of the six people having sex before her gaze circled the growing audience. “Him.”
Him? That was a tad disappointing. Dayne had hoped he’d be the one chosen to bring her to orgasm. Luckily, he had time to convince her that he was the perfect candidate. Plus, he was curious about her choice. What her type was. “Which him?”
“That one.” She lifted her chin toward the blanket .
He followed her line of sight. “I see three men in that group. You need to be more specific.”
“The one with the short dark hair and the scruff on his face. The abs.”
Did she actually sigh out the word “abs?”
Dayne focused on the man she pointed out.
It was the first time he’d noticed this particular guest. He might have only checked in this morning.
If Dayne had to choose someone from the group—either man or woman—he most likely would’ve chosen him, too.
He and Cara must have similar tastes. That might work in his favor.
However, Dayne might need to keep an eye on him. For his own selfish reasons, of course. Especially since the man had no problem being sexually involved with the other two men in the group.
Unlike his twin, he never kept it a secret that he’d have sex with anyone he was attracted to. It didn’t matter to him if it was a man or woman. When the chemistry and experience were present, it made sex even better. More satisfying.
For him, anyway.
That chemistry seemed to exist with Cara from the moment she ran into him last night.
However, he had no idea if she felt the same about him.
Maybe not, if she was looking elsewhere.
But then, he’d also told her to pick someone out from the group in front of her.
Technically, he stood behind her. “Can I touch you?”
“You already did.”
That was nothing. “Enough to make you come.”
Her answer got caught in her throat. She cleared it and tried again. “Here?”
“Yes, here. While we watch them. If you want, I can give you that elusive orgasm.”
“Are you cocky or simply confident? ”
His lips curved up slightly. “Both.”
“At least you’re not afraid to admit it.”
“I have my faults.”
“Don’t we all,” she whispered.
“The fact is, I’m confident enough to know where not only your clit and G-spot are, but what to do with them. Best of all, I come with no strings attached. That means if I can’t make you come, then you are free to find someone else who can. No messy breakup needed if you’re not sexually satisfied.”
“It sounds like you’re trying to sell yourself.”
“I’m simply spitting facts. So, I ask again, can I touch you?”
“I…”
“It’s a simple yes or no.”
“A touch can consist of a punch to the face or a tickle. I’m not sure it’s so simple.”
“I promise not to punch you. Any touch would simply be for pleasure. You can withdraw your consent at any time.”
If she hesitated any longer, everyone on that blanket might soon be done.
“Okay.”
Hot damn. Deep down he wasn’t expecting her to agree, but was pleased to see she was open to trying new things as well as new people.
Hooking an arm around the front of her shoulders, he pulled her into him, pressing his chest to her back.
It wasn’t the only thing pressing into her.
His cock was hard and he wouldn’t bother to hide that fact.
“Prepare to be impressed. And yes, that was cocky.” Her body shaking against him with silent laughter made him smile.
Now he needed to get to work impressing her and make sure she agreed for him to be her personal guide. He was convinced the amount of work he was willing to put in would be worth it when it came to the resulting rewards.
With the tip of his tongue, he traced the delicate outer edge of her ear, then sucked her earlobe for a few seconds before whispering, “See your man there? We’ll call him Jack for the moment.
Jack’s face isn’t buried between her legs, it’s buried between yours.
The tip of his tongue is flicking your clit, his thick fingers are driving in and out of your sopping wet pussy.
That scruff is scraping your inner thighs, turning them the slightest shade of pink.
Him eating you out will bring about your first orgasm of the day, but it won’t be your last. Lean back against me and put yourself in that redhead’s place. Do you feel his mouth on you?”
She dropped her head back until it rested on his chest. With her leaning back against him, he could see the front of her a lot easier.
“ Yesss ,” she breathed.
Her shirt also gaped enough so he could see her nipples punching through her tank top. He would get to them soon.
But first, Dayne needed to ignore the fact that another man had Jack’s ass cheeks spread wide and was eating him out at the same time Jack ate the redheaded woman’s cunt.
He wasn’t sure if eating ass would be a turn-on or turn-off for Cara, but it definitely was a turn-on for Dayne.
If he didn’t block it from his mind, he might just come hands-free in his jeans.
He needed to concentrate on the woman in front of him. Assure her that not all men were useless in bed. Or by a lake.
“Your shirt is long enough it’ll hide what I’m about to do from everyone else, so don’t worry.”
After she nodded slightly, he slipped one hand under the bottom of her loose knit top and found the button to her jeans, thumbing it open and sliding the zipper down slowly. “You okay?”
Another barely visible nod. But she didn’t tense up or tell him to stop. In fact, she melted back against him even more.
Once her jeans were open, he ran a finger along the elastic waistband of her panties before slipping his hand under them and down even further.
Her smooth skin was soft and warm. He took a few moments to stroke the hair above her pussy, and while he did, he slipped his other hand under her tank top and up toward her breasts.
Her stomach quivered, but again, she didn’t stop him.
The tips of his fingers brushed against the bottom of her bra. That bra was a nuisance and needed to go.
But he had to pick his battles and ripping off her clothes while they stood in the grass with a group of people nearby wouldn’t be smart. It could very well spook her.
Instead, he pulled his hand free from the bottom of her shirt and decided to attack his problem from the top. Driving his left hand into her neckline and down into her bra, his fingers skimmed over a rock-hard nipple.
The little sound that slipped from her made him question if it was because she didn’t like what he was doing or if she did. Nothing prevented her from using her words to stop him, so he proceeded.
He scooped one breast into his palm and gently snagged her nipple between his fingers to roll it. Of course, not as hard as he normally would and certainly not as rough as he wanted to.
Patience. It’ll pay off.
Arching her back, she pushed her breast deeper into his hand. He stopped stroking her pubic hair and inched his fingers lower—giving her a chance to tell him to stop, if needed—until his long, middle digit found her clit. He was rewarded with a soft gasp.
He circled and flicked, then added his thumb so he could pluck and pinch gently. When her hips twitched, a quick glance proved her eyes had shut. “Open your eyes, Cara. Put yourself in the middle of that pleasure pile.”
Her eyes opened but appeared unfocused as she once again watched the tangle of bodies on the blanket. But now “Jack” was kneeling over a woman’s face while she was splayed on her back, getting rammed hard and fast by another participant. The woman’s large breasts rocked with each slam.
“Look at how hard your man Jack is, look at how fast he’s jerking his cock. All signs point to him about to come on your face. Will you stick out your tongue to catch that salty treat? Or do you want to make someone else lick your face clean?”
He didn’t wait for her answers. He only asked the questions to make her think, to take her deeper into her imagination. To help put her in their place.
Thankfully, it was working.
The evidence was her ragged and rapid breathing and her fingernails digging painfully into his arm. He fought the urge to thrust against her since his erection was throbbing and his balls crying for relief. This moment in time was not about him.
It was all for her. If he had to suffer a little now, he might reap the benefits later.
He only hoped his plan didn’t backfire.
With his thumb circling her swollen clit, he slipped his middle finger inside her, testing her wetness.
She was soaked .
After adding a second finger, he began to fuck her with them.
Her wispy moans and guttural groans filled his ears, drowning out the noisy group not far from where they stood.
He didn’t care about them right now, he only cared about the woman he had promised an orgasm. He was determined not to fail.
With her hot, slick pussy pulsing around his fingers, he continued to pump them in and out. He then curled them to stimulate that little walnut-shaped button while his thumb continued to tease her swollen clit.
For being reserved, she sure was responsive.
Her hips began to rock in time with his rhythm, and by doing so, she pushed against his hard-on.
That was dangerous. His cock was like a stick of dynamite right now. One wrong move and it could explode.
“Cara,” he groaned.
“Make me come,” she whimpered. “ Please .”
“That’s my intention. I want to feel it, see it, hear it. Let yourself go, Cara. Allow yourself to have this pleasure. See what’s possible.”
He set his jaw, and despite being in a lot of discomfort, he ramped up his efforts.
The little show before them was about to roll credits and he didn’t want to still be standing there trying to coax her to a climax after the others finished.
Because once they did, all the attention might turn to them.
That could end up backfiring.
It was one thing if she thought no one was noticing. It was another if she became the center of attention. She might get stage fright.
Even though this “Jack” already ejaculated all over the face of a female participant, he was still very erect. Either the man was a machine or he’d taken something to keep him that way .
For his own selfish reasons, Dayne hoped it was the first, despite it probably being the second.
“His rock hard cock is filling you. His balls are slapping your pussy. His lips are wrapped around your nipple and his teeth are nipping you there. He’s adding a little pain to heighten your pleasure. You can’t get enough. You want more, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she groaned. “I want more. I want to come.”
“You’re the one holding yourself back. I’m going to say it again, Cara, let yourself go. Let him feel the intensity of your orgasm. Soak his cock. Milk his balls dry.”
Her head fell forward a moment before it slammed back against his chest at the same time her curvy ass slammed into his cock.
His grunt filled her ear. “Come, baby. Give him that sweet, sweet reward for all of his hard work.”
“I… I… Ooooooh .”
Her pussy clenched around his fingers and her body began to spasm against him. She ground her ass against his cock at the same time riding his fingers.
She might not be aware of how she was torturing him, but he sure as hell was.
Pushing his face into her neck, he held her tightly against him as she recovered, trying to avoid his own explosion. However, the slope became too slippery and he couldn’t find a secure grip to keep himself from falling.
It had been a while since he teetered on losing this much control. Unfortunately, now wasn’t the time for it, since he was fully clothed. And that would make a mess.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Don’t do it. Don’t…
Oh, for fuck’s sake.