Natalie Acres - Sex party

He locked her legs around his back and began to fuck her as hard as he could fuck. Harder and harder, he moved into her. “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come hard for me. Get me going, baby. Good God, Peyton!”

She wiggled around the bar and moved with him, swinging her body forward and low before swaying back and moving high. “Don’t stop! Can’t stop! Don’t! Oh Kane!” She screamed her release, and he didn’t try to hush her. He only watched her until she fell from the bars into his awaiting arms.

He cradled her against the closet wall, slumped against the floor. “That was pretty damn hot, little lady.” He kissed the top of her head and then tilted her chin. “Promise a repeat performance soon?”

“Are you kidding me? I may lock you in here and make you give me wall sex three times a day.”

“Good damn. Three times a day? Promise?”

“You’d get tired of me,” she said.

“I’ll never get tired of you, Peyton. You’re my whole world.”

“Then if you don’t mind, can you carry your world into the shower and leave her alone for a few minutes? I need to get ready to play in a different galaxy for a few hours.”

“You got it. It will be my pleasure. After all, we’re going to let you have some fun tonight with your friends. Later though, you’re all ours. And baby, you’re going to see stars until morning.”

“There you are!” Vicky bounced out of the pool in a red string bikini. “Everyone’s been asking about you.”

“Kane,” she said with a smile and started to take off her very fashionable bathing suit cover-up when broad arms quickly wrapped around her. “Let’s just say Kane-”

“Had all sorts of ideas for keeping her under lock and key tonight. Apparently, they didn’t work.” He popped her bottom and then kissed her cheek.

The show of intimacy between the two excited Vicky to the extreme. “You two are a couple now, aren’t you?”

Peyton didn’t know what to say or how to answer the question. What did Kane want her to say? What the hell had he been thinking in the first place anyway? Slapping her on the butt with two hundred of her closest friends nearby didn’t exactly keep their relationship private.

“Let’s dance,” he said before she answered.

“I’m going swimming first,” she said.

“After the dance, Peyton.”

Once they were in front of the band, he wrapped his arms around her tight. She looked over at one of the covered tables and watched in amusement as Braden tried to shake off Freda. Evan tried to fight back a little jealousy. His eyes were overflowing with desire.

“You know, if you wanted everyone to think we had this very platonic relationship, you kind of blew that notion straight to hell and back.” She placed her hands on his shoulders as they swayed to a

George Straight song.

“You think?”

“Kane, I’m serious.”

“Darlin’, you have two choices here. Go change into clothing or we’re going to let everyone know who you belong to tonight. We’re not going to make any bones about it.” He smiled as he looked at her but his words were firm.

“It’s not negotiable,” Evan said as he cut in. “You can’t think for one second we’re going to let you step out of that mesh cover-up and show off your pretty little thong bikini.”

Peyton glanced at the water. Her friends were splashing around like they didn’t have a care in the world. Only a few of them wore bikinis and those who did had the designer bottom halves in the thong style. She tried to push them away as she inched closer to the pool.

“Don’t even think about it Peyton,” Kane warned. “If you do, you’ll be very sorry.”

Evan saw the challenge before Kane realized he’d issued one. The words barely made it from his mouth, and the mesh cover-up fell at their feet. Peyton dove into the deep end and her round little bottom warranted lots of praise as the boys looked at the floating goddess and whistled out beyond the chatter.

“Damn it.” Kane growled as he watched her splash around in the pool.

“I ought to strip off and see how well she likes it.” Braden’s face looked like snow-white.

“I have a feeling now is not the time or the place,” Evan said.

“Tell it to them.” Kane narrowed his eyes on the boys who tumbled into the pool now eager to splash around with the one who undoubtedly proved to the others she was the life of the party.

“Remind me to spank her for this.”

“She’s going to get spanked from all of us,” Braden agreed.

“And hard,” Evan added.

Kane narrowed his eyes on her as she swam the length of the pool. Damn if she didn’t look good swimming under water. He had a feeling Hugh Hefner’s pool never looked quite as inviting as his did right then. Her shapely legs fluttered under water as a few of her friends gathered around in the shallow end to compliment her designer choice.

“I bought it for her,” Braden admitted.

“Damn it, what were you thinking?” Evan said.

“I’d hoped she’d kick around here in it when no one else was around to see it.”

“She shot your plan all to hell,” Kane mumbled as he narrowed his eyes on her. Crooking his finger back and forth, he motioned for her with his focus intent, strong, and deliberately sexual.

“Why don’t you just look at her like you want everyone to clear the area long enough for you to fuck her,” Evan snapped.

“I thought about it,” Kane replied.

“Hell. You two have already ruined her. Look at her. Here she comes with nothing but pure sex driving her.” Braden watched her and instinctively rubbed his palm over his cock.

Kane chuckled. “If you think she looks like she needs a good fuck now, wait until I get done with her. She’s left me little choice but to let these guys here know who they’re dealing with.”

Peyton stopped to chit-chat with a few friends. She deliberately turned her gorgeous backside to them so they’d stand there and drool, really salivate.

“You want them to know we want her for our own?” Evan asked.

“I don’t give a damn what you two do or what you allow others to know. For now, she’s mine and everyone here will know it.” He headed straight for Peyton.

He walked up and slid his arms around her as she talked to her friends. He nibbled on her ear and licked the lobe.

“Kane.” She squirmed and a few of the girls giggled. The guys around quickly changed up their focus. Kane sort of had the bad-boycan-kick-ass look about him, never mind his reputation. It was enough for the younger ones there to keep their eyes on anything but Peyton’s ass.

“I need to steal Peyton away for a few minutes if you don’t mind.” He smiled at her friends.

“Kane, it’s graduation. Can it wait?” she purred.

“No, baby. This can’t wait.” He moved into her slowly to ensure she felt the hard ridge of his cock. “Do I feel like a man who can wait for his woman?”

The whispers stirred then, and Peyton blushed before she turned around to face off with him using just a little clever hostility. She glared over at Braden and Evan. Then with all the mischief she could find, she gave him a hard push, and Kane fell backwards into the pool.

Kane resurfaced. “Damn it, Peyton. Now, you’re in trouble. I want you inside and up those stairs before I bust your ass!”

“You’ll have to catch me first, Kane Cartwell.” She stood there tempting him and every other man in the place. She popped her hip and rested her hands on her waist.

All of her friends laughed, and the boys, no doubt, checked out their own rise since it didn’t compare to the one imprinted in Kane’s wet pants.

Kane waded through the pool, and he didn’t waste time doing it. Braden and Evan rushed to the steps. Undoubtedly, they realized Kane might find little humor in having his GQ look destroyed by one little woman.