One of the coupled up guys, leaps for another ladder and clambers up. I guess he's eager to show his new girlfriend what a man he is, despite the nerdy beard and plaid shirt. He executes the move perfectly and another of the guys climbs a ladder, quickly followed by one of the girls on a weekend. Pretty soon, they're all taking their turns climbing and jumping and I'm not going to be a little wuss shaking on the top of a ladder.
So I jump and hit the ground with a jolt, before sinking and forcing my body into a roll.
“Relax, Movie Star,” Sarge barks at me from across the room.
I get up, feeling jangled from the impact. Then I stagger straight to the coffee table for a conciliatory donut and to avoid having to go again. I feel Sarge's eyes burn into me because he hasn't called a break, but I don't care. I need sugar sustenance.
“Babe, relax your knees as you land,” a bar room brawl voice hits the back of my ear, his lips almost brushing the shell.
I leap almost as high as the ladder I was just stranded on and whirl around to come face to face with the devil. If the devil had black hair flowing down over his shoulders and a skin tight red jumpsuit with flames licking up his thighs around his – you know. I don't even dare to so much as think the word 'cock' right now because my cheeks are already the color of his suit.
And the zipper that climbs from – down there – all the way up a flexing narrow waist to stop low enough that I get a glimpse of some washboard abs – that zipper is downright X-rated. What sort of guy has dressed like this since those old glam rock bands of the seventies?
Somehow he rocks the outfit though. On anyone else it would look some some weird Halloween costume but this guy looks like a motorbike stunt rider or any of those daredevil types that confront danger like breakfast. It helps when the body inside the Lycra is all swells and bulges of rippling steel. I feel the 'weekend' girls staring at me with envy as the guy shows me how to bounce lightly on my knees.
And when I finally give in and try it, just to shut him up, his eyes sear into my tits, buoying up and down in rhythm. I throw him a pointed glare. Note to self – wear jogging bra tomorrow and leave the La Perla at the Hyatt.
A flare of irritation hits me at the same time a twinge goes through my clit point. I don't want to feel an attraction to this way too confident prick, but it's apparently out of my control.
“And don't eat that,” he says, taking the half-eaten cruller out of my hand and chomping down on it. “Don't wanna ruin that perfect bod.”
“Rhino, you're distracting the ladies,” Sarge calls out, with a glare at me like it's my fault.
“I'll leave them to you, Sarge,” Rhino says.
Rhino?
“For now,” he adds and as he heads for the door he throws me a glance that almost has my tense knees buckling under me.
4
Rhino
She is one of the hottest girls I've seen – ever. No, make that the hottest. I cannot imagine how an angel blessed with all that sassy attitude and mouth-watering curves is spending the weekend alone, learning to fucking skydive. But I respect her for it.
Too many chicks think they can't go somewhere unless a man takes them and just stay home on the couch instead of grabbing life wherever they can. Or they travel in packs like the gaggling bunch of baby geese making eyes at me from across the room. Not interested, Ladies. Get back to me in a couple of years when you've stopped giggling and can handle me.
I do know that I have to possess her and I don't even know her name yet. A minor hitch that can soon be rectified. I head out to find my brother, still in a ferocious snit.
Hunter and I got into it last night. He arrived from Manhattan late, all dressed up in a Paul Smith suit like a city boy.
“Change gears, Bro and we'll head out to Beach Bar.”
There we were, at the bar and Candace inserts herself between us. It was such easy pickings, even more so than usual. She was clearly up for it, with her hand fucking millimeters off my dick right there in public. Friday night and the place is rammed tight, with singles looking for new friends.
We were so tightly packed, I could have been inside her and no one would have known. Instead I hiked her short skirt up inch by inch and fisted her bare ass cheek. She clenched tight and ran her tongue up the side of my neck, pressing her tits into my chest.
“Don't stop there,” she murmured.
“I wasn't intending to,” I gruffed into her ear.
I slid my hand around her hip and pushed under her thong, already so drenched it came away from her body easily, from the weight of her juices soaking it. She huffed into my neck as I grazed my fingertips across her hard little triangle, poking out eagerly from between her lips. Her pelvis circled against me, going with the swell of the bodies pressing against us.
Hunter was behind her, elbows on the bar staring into his MacAllan. Not his usual position in a situation like this, leaving me to do all the work and gather the spoils. I shoved one finger inside her pussy, just to reassure myself she was nice and tight. She grasped my swollen mound as best she could. The beast is more than a handful and it was filling my jeans to bursting point.
“I'm so wet for you,” she mewled into my skin as she urged me further into her.
“I noticed,” I said and withdrew my finger to give her clit a pinch.