And then I started to stroke it. I grunted in pleasure, half slumped against the wall next to her room listening to the sexy, totally wrong and forbidden sounds of her touching her tight, wet little pussy. I could hear her soft moans and aching whimpers, and when I heard the fucking wet sounds of her fingers on her cunt, I almost came right there.
I jerked my cock faster with her lacy little panties wrapped around them. My swollen head bulged obscenely at the delicate lace, leaving a dark stain where my precum leaked into them. Kenzie’s moans grew louder, and faster, and so did my strokes, until I knew the both of us were past the point of no return.
Filthy, wet squelching sounds came through the door, and I heard her start to pant faster and faster until suddenly, she came.
And Kenzie coming was the single hottest fucking sound I’d ever heard in my life. The sound of her panting out her orgasm, and gasping out her pleasure sent me reeling, and pushed me right over the edge. I groaned deeply, every muscle in my body tightening and rippling as the orgasm blasted through me.
My cock lurched in my hand, my balls twitching as rope after rope of my thick, hot cum blasted from my cock right into Kenzie’s tiny little lacy panties, until they were soaked with my sticky seed.
…That’s all I could think about as I signed legal documents and nodded at lawyers all afternoon.
Finally, I was done with the first part of the day, freeing me to storm from the room before my erection made a scene. I stormed through the corporate offices, my mind whirling until I found an empty conference room. I staggered inside, slamming the door shut and falling into a chair as I took out my phone and called up the cameras.
Yeah, cameras. No, it wasn’t to spy or creep on the teenage temptation living in my house. I didn’t have any in her room or the bathroom or anything fucking weird like that. But they were all over most of the house, for security, and being able to remotely watch them from my phone was a nice perk.
I swiped through the screens, my jaw tightening as my eyes glanced across feed after feed, until finally, I found her.
Oh fuck yes.
Jesus, there she was — my forbidden temptation, my totally off-limits fantasy. She was strutting out to the pool in this tiny little bikini that barely contained her body in any real way, showing so much skin that I wasn’t sure if I was furious or if I wanted to pin her to the ground and fuck the shit out of her.
My cock ached and throbbed, my eyes following her as she sauntered out to the pool.
Part of me wanted to drive home right then, and claim her, damn the consequences. But, I had one more meeting. One more meeting and then I could get back and see this with my own eyes.
Fucking Lincoln, you lucky bastard.
On my screen, Kenzie found a lounge chair by the pool and draped a towel across it. She lay back in it, not realizing she was facing right at one of my cameras. She slipped a pair of sunglasses on, and as she lay out, her legs fell apart, and even through the small phone screen, I could see it.
Her bottoms had pulled tight as she sat, and there, facing the camera like that with her long, soft legs spread wide, I could see her bikini bottoms pulled tight across her pussy lips.
…My resolved crumbled.
I lurched to my feet, drawing the blinds in the conference room and then locking the door before I sank back down. My muscles twitched as I went for my zipper, tugging it down as I reached in and wrapped my hand around my thick cock. Slowly, I pulled myself free, feeling my balls twitch with need as my eyes went back to the screen.
My hand slid into my suit pants pocket, and slowly, I pulled them out.
…The panties. The ones from the night before. I’d fucking kept them.
My cock lurched as I wrapped Kenzie’s sticky, messy panties around my shaft. I watched her stretch out by the pool, her legs spread and her little tits pressed up against the fabric. My balls ached for release as my eyes followed the soft lines of her belly and her lips, up to those juicy little tits with her rock-hard nipples poking through the thin material of her bikini.
I growled, stroking my cock faster and faster as I imagined her pulling the little pieces of fabric to the side and showing me everything.
…I wondered if her pussy was as pink, and tight, and slippery wet, and glistening as I imagined it was. Fuck, I wondered if it tasted as sweet as I thought it would. I groaned, imagining how sweet and sexy and perfect she’d taste as I ran my tongue from her clit to her asshole and then back again.
I groaned, feeling my balls tightening as I watched the little nymph on the screen in my hand. I stroked faster and faster, rubbing her messy panties up and down my shaft until suddenly, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
With a grunt, I came, hard. My hot, sticky cum splashed against her panties, soaking them all over again as I sank back in the chair and gripped the arm-rest so hard I thought I’d break it right off.
Slowly, panting, I came back down to earth.
Fuck, this was a problem.
Kenzie was a problem.
But then, the more I dwelled on it, tucking my cock back into my suit pants, something switched inside my head. And slowly, one thing became very, very clear to me.
Kenzie wasn’t the problem. The fucking problem was that I was here, and she was there.
That only happened after I got home, daddy.
The wet spot on her panties.
My blood ran hot like fire, searing through my veins as I stormed off for my last meeting.
Naughty little Kenzie had gotten wet when she’d gotten home…
…As soon as I could get the fuck out of there, we were going to see how wet that little pussy would get when daddy got home…
8
Mackenzie
The sun blazed down onto my bare skin, but it was nothing like the heat pulsing between my legs. Filthy, naughty daydreams swirled through my head, mostly involving some porn-movie version of Lincoln coming out to the pool and just taking me any way he wanted to. Or then, my fantasies would switch to one where Wilder didn’t stop at just spanking me. Instead, in my head, he pinned me against the couch, pulled my panties to the side, and fucked me hard.
My skin buzzed with electric heat, and I could feel my nipples straining against the thin fabric of the bikini top. Between my legs, I could feel the slippery heat soaking into my bikini bottoms, wetting them and making them cling to my pussy.
I squeezed my thighs together, panting quietly at the sensations as I gripped the arm rests of the pool chair. The dirty sensations teased through me, made all the hotter by being right outside in the open, where anyone could see me. Something tingled down my back at the thought and I slowly opened my eyes under the sunglasses, as if to glance around and see if anyone was somehow watching, despite the walls and lands around Wilder’s house.
I was about to shake my head at my own silliness, when suddenly, something caught my eyes. They darted up to one of the upstairs hall windows, knowing I’d seen something but not seeing it anymore. I shivered, feeling the thrill of being out here and hoping Lincoln would come out tease through me, when suddenly, the curtains moved aside again.
…And that time, I saw it.
I saw it and I gasped, out loud.
Lincoln was watching me — standing upstairs in one of the big windows overlooking the pool, and only half hidden in the shadows. His eyes were right on me, but then, it wasn’t his eyes that caught my attention.
…It was the fact that he had his powerful hand wrapped oh so tight around his huge, thick, swollen cock.
I almost moaned out loud, my eyes locked on his gorgeous dick as he slowly pumped his hand up and down it. It was like what I’d seen before, in the shower that day a month before. But there wasn’t any steam hiding my view this time. This time, I could see him clearly, and my body reacted accordingly.
My nipples hardened to points, and the wet heat between my thighs suddenly grew hotter, and wetter until I knew was probably leaking right through the bikini. I moaned quietly, shifting in
my seat and letting my sunglass-hidden eyes trace over every pulsing line of his beautiful cock.
Lincoln Reece was watching me, and I think it was fair to say he liked what he saw.
…So, I decided to show him more.
The bikini top came off with the smallest tug on the side strings — I just wish I could’ve seen the look on Lincoln’s face when I tossed it aside. I shivered heatedly, the sun teasing over my bare breasts and making my nipples ache as they hardened. I glanced back at the window and saw Lincoln’s eyes burning into me, his hand moving faster and faster as his jaw clenched.
Looking back, I know it could have stayed what is was that day — just an insanely hot memory I could hang on to, seeing my gorgeous, sexy as sin older guardian jerking his thick cock while he spied on me. And that in itself would have been one of the hottest memories of my life.
But I wanted more.
Whatever this attraction to Lincoln — and to Wilder — was, it wasn’t enough to just tease and be teased. Whatever it was about them that drew me, it drew me in hard, and it wouldn’t let go. And laying there, feeling his intense gaze moving over my skin, I knew I needed more.
I stood, ignoring the fact that I could see Lincoln pull back from the window, and marched right for the house. It was cooler inside, and my skin tingled into goosebumps as I padded, topless, right through the house in just my bikini bottoms.
“Hey, Lincoln?”
The front door slammed.
I ran to the windows at the front of the house, just in time to see Lincoln in shorts and a t-shirt and trainers, jogging away down the driveway for one of his runs.
Damnit.
I scrunched my face up as I watched the object of my fantasy jogging away, and with it, my chance to make fantasy reality.
Forty-five minutes later, I was on the couch, aimlessly watching TV. I’d thrown a tank-top on, but I was still in my bikini bottoms as I looked up out the window to see Lincoln jogging back up the driveway. My pulse skipped, and I could feel the heated flush from before teasing through me as he jogged around the house to the back door.
I was in the kitchen when he stepped inside after stretching, and the sharp look in his eyes when he saw me sent a thrill through me.
“Get too hot out there for you?” he murmured, avoiding my eyes as he moved past me to the fridge. He opened it and snagged a bottle of water, turning half towards me and sipping it, but still not meeting my eyes. His muscled, hardened body heaved from his run. There was a manly, sweaty smell to him, but it wasn’t the gross kind of “guy sweat” smell, it was this intoxicating, masculine scent that was driving me insane.
“Yeah, it did,” I said quietly, feeling my heart racing.
It was now or never. It was say something, and deal with the fallout, or chicken out and keep it inside forever.
“That’s why I took my top off.”
Lincoln stiffened, his jaw twitching as he took another sip of water.
“You took your top off outside? C’mon Kenzie, you can’t—”
“I’m pretty sure the closest neighbor out here will be you, and your house is a mile away.”
Lincoln didn’t say anything.
“Didn’t seem like you minded.”
He froze, his jaw tightening and his arm muscles rippling as he gripped the water bottle tightly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I swallowed thickly.
“You know what it means,” I whispered. “I saw you, upstairs.”
“You’re imagining things Kenzie.”
“I liked what I saw,” I said quietly, stepping towards him. Lincoln turned and looked at me then, and his blazing hot eyes burned right into my core, making me melt.
“You don’t know what you saw, Kenzie,” he growled fiercely.
“Don’t I?”
“Watch it,” he groaned, his eyes ablaze with heat.
“I did,” I said quietly, my cheeks flushing.
“Fuck, Kenzie,” Lincoln looked away. “You don’t know what you saw.”
He turned and started to walk out of the kitchen, and my heart sank almost as much as the frustration bloomed across my face.
I knew what he was doing — I knew with me being so young, and with his best friend being “in charge” of me, that in his eyes, I was totally off-limits. But I knew what I wanted.
I walked over to the fridge, yanked it open, and took out a beer. The cap made a hissing sound as I twisted it off and then chucked it across the marble countertop.
That got his attention.
Lincoln stopped in the doorway and turned back, and when his gorgeous blue eyes landed on the beer in my hand, they narrowed fiercely.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I shrugged, taking a small sip and forcing myself not to wrinkle my nose.
“What, it’s hot out. Just trying to cool off.”
And with that, I turned on my heel, and marched right out of the kitchen, feeling his eyes burning into my skin as I did.
“Kenzie.”
The growl from the doorway to the living room pulled my eyes up, and I shivered as they locked with Lincoln’s.
“What the fuck has gotten into you, huh?” he growled, stepping into the room. “Life so fucking hard here that you just have to act like a spoiled little fucking brat every goddamn minute of the day?”
His voice rose, this commanding power behind it that sent electric teases through my body.
“Goddamnit, Kenzie,” Lincoln growled under his breath. “Put the fucking beer down, and—”
I snapped, furious that he was still ignoring what I was telling him.
“You can’t tell me what to do—”
“Watch me,” he hissed.
“Like you watched me?”
We both froze — him at my words, and me at not quite believing I’d actually said them out loud.
“What?”
My chest rose and fell heavily with my breath, and my tongue darted out to wet my lips.
“I— I know I saw you, upstairs in the window. I know you were watching me out by the pool.”
His jaw twitched, and his eyes blazed right into mine as his shoulders heaved.
“Goddamnit, Kenzie…”
“The same way you watched me last night, when Wilder was—”
“Stop, Kenzie,” Lincoln growled.
“I think you liked what—”
“You want to play big girl, huh?!”
I gasped sharply as Lincoln suddenly closed the distance between us, striding right over to me. He yanked me up by my elbows, making me tremble and gasp as he towered over me, his gorgeous blue eyes captivating mine.
Oh God, this is it.
I could feel the heat exploding through the room around us, the both of us panting and trembling this close to each other.
“You want to play bad girl?” he hissed under his breath. “You want to pretend you’re all grown up and can play with a grown man like this?”
“I am grown up,” I panted.
“You’re eighteen,” he growled, leaning down so he was inches from my face.
“Yeah, I am. I’m an adult, you know!”
“Barely!”
“But legally.”
Lincoln groaned, and I took a quiet breath as I felt the thick, throbbing bulge in his gym shorts pulse against my tummy.
“Fuck, Kenzie,” he growled, his jaw clenched so tight and his hands holding me even tighter. I whimpered at his powerful, possessive grip, and when I looked up into his eyes, I knew he’d heard it.
“Lincoln—”
“Fuck, Kenzie.”
It came out as a hoarse whisper, and suddenly, his lips were searing to mine.
I moaned into that kiss, the breath stolen from my body as every single nerve exploded with heat. My body came alive as he grabbed me in his powerful hands and yanked me right against his gorgeous, muscled body. Lincoln growled into my lips, and I moaned back, willingly opening them for his tongue. His hands sli
d over my body, his fingers teasing my skin as he gripped me so tightly.
Suddenly, I was falling as he pushed me back onto the couch behind us. I whimpered, panting as I watched him yank his shirt off and toss it away before moving over me. His tanned, tattooed, chiseled body rippled as he stalked over me, his muscles straining tight as he pinned me to the couch with his body over mine.
His lips crushed to mine again, and this time we both moaned loudly as we drowned in that kiss. My legs spread around his muscled hips, and when he started to tease a hand under the hem of my tank top, I shivered. His fingers moved lower, down over my tummy to tease against the edge of my little bikini bottoms.
“You like being a dirty girl, don’t you, Kenzie?” he growled into my lips, his body so hot and so hard against me. I could feel his huge cock throbbing against my pussy through his shorts and my bikini, making me so freaking wet I was sure he could feel it soaking into his gym shorts.
“You like being a bad little girl, and being a little fucking brat, don’t you?”
I whimpered, nodding and biting my lip as I looked up into his eyes.
“Apparently, you didn’t learn the lesson last night,” he growled, kissing me hard. “Apparently, some bad girls just need to be disciplined twice.”
“Maybe I do,” I panted.
Lincoln growled before he slid off of me. I gasped as he pulled me up, and then suddenly flipped me over, right across his knees.
“Since last night didn’t teach you, it looks like it’s up to me to show you how bad girls get punished in this house.”
Oh God…
“That what you’re looking for, you little brat? Looking for someone in charge to punish this bratty little ass of yours?”
I whimpered, moaning and feeling my face get bright red as I looked at the floor, bent over his knees like that. My ass was up in the air, and I could feel his hand move over the small of my back. I could also feel his huge cock, throbbing right against my tummy and twitching as I squirmed on his lap.
“Yes,” I gasped, panting.
He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear.