Kendall Vs. Twins

“I said take her, what else do you fucking want from me?”

“It's too late. I see the way she looks at you now. All doe-eyes and quivering. The great Rhino does it again. Makes a woman weak at the knees without even touching her.”

I turn and walk away. He's not wrong but he has the exact same effect on women and he knows it. For some reason Kendall Ross has set off a firestorm between us without even trying.

9

Kendall

To say I'm weak at the knees doesn't even begin to describe it. First not one, but two, gorgeous toned hunks are bartering for who can take me up in the clouds and bring me back down again. And then, I have the most amazing experience of flying through the air like a shot from a cannon. Except it's amazing, almost like floating except of course I'm moving at lightning speed.

But I don't think it would have been so breathtaking had I not been strapped to Rhino. His solid chest wrapped around my back, the straps caging me into him, set off all sorts of wild ideas about being tied up, helpless and vulnerable, while he was free to touch me and suck me and do whatever he wanted with my body.

I just know a man like Rhino has a wealth of experience and would give me the kind of pleasure I've only ever imagined.

Is it lame to admit I rarely cum? First off, not that many men are good at getting me off. They think a briefest twiddle around a clit before shoving their dick in should be sufficient. I used to feel like something was wrong that I wasn't having the kind of orgasms I read about. Then I had too many cosmos at PJs one night and Carla set me straight.

“Most women have a hard time coming just from penetration. Do you play with yourself wile he's fucking you?”

“Not much. Doesn't that imply they aren't doing enough?”

“Nooo. But who cares if it does? If they can't make you squirt, then why would you bother stroking up their man ego?

”

“Good point.”

“A man that knows a woman should play with her body like a rock star's guitar. Every string stroked and pressed and plucked.”

“I guess not many rock stars work over their guitars with their mouth as well,” I joked.

“Find the guitarist as expert as Hendrix, then a sax player with an agile pair of lips. Like um – I don't know anything about jazz.”

We cracked up at our silly musician analogies and attracted attention from a group of ass-hat bankers, who sent over another round before swooping right in, demanding to know what was so amusing.

Rhino is like no other man I've ever met and the pull toward him is inextricable. Would he be the guitarist or saxophonist? - maybe both. Like he already has me held mesmerized in his grip. And I find I don't want to extract myself. His attentions tonight will be more fun than I've had in forever – the perfect rounding off of the day.

“Hey, Movie Star, are you with us?” Sarge interrupts my daydream. He's good at that. “You still have to learn how to land without the pretty boy strapped on your back.”

A round of sniggers passes through the group, especially the weekend girls who were all Valley girl crushing on me during the break.

“What was he like?

“Did he ask you out?

“He's so freaking sexy

“Fo sho, I'd do him behind the packing shed

I felt like a real supermodel with them all questioning me. The cool girl in school that scored the quarterback.

Sarge goes on and on about the way to land the chute, how to direct yourself toward the drop zone without crashing into any telephone towers and such. I know I ought to be focusing like my life depends on it, but it's hard.

Because I keep thinking about Hunter as well. Rhino is exciting and glamorous, tinged with danger. A real bad boy I'd love to sample. But Hunter's gorgeous and ripped and kind. A guy you could take home to mother. Although I know my parents would be less than thrilled with his choice of profession.

Still, I'm not here to meet a husband. I've got Alicia's wedding coming up for that, if I make it without splatting myself today. Isn't a wedding meant to be the best place to meet your future husband?

That's so far in the future there's no harm in a little fun while I'm out of the city. Gossip free zone. I guess I'll just wait for this evening and see where the winds blows me. Let's hope it's at the safety zone, not slam bang into an electric pylon.