An hour later, headlights burned in her rearview mirror. She shoved her way out of the snowbound car and waved at the oncoming SUV. To her relief, the driver spotted her and stopped. The passenger side window buzzed down and a familiar Hollywood face smiled at her with snapping black eyes. His hair was almost pure silver and hung over his shoulder in a long tail pulled back from his broad and handsome brow.
"Having a bit of trouble are we?" His accent was rich with European tones.
Bryn's mouth fell open. She closed it with a snap. "Yes I am. The car won't start and my cell phone isn't working..."
He shook his head. "I'm afraid that cell phones don't work anywhere on this mountain. You'll have to wait out the snow until a tow truck can get to you, and that may be quite a while."
Bryn stomped her chilled feet. "The car won't start. I don't know how long the battery will keep the car warm..."
He raised his silver brows. "Well then, I guess you had best come with me." He leaned over and the door opened an inch.
Bryn pulled the door open and delicious heat washed over her. "If you don't mind..."
"Mind!" He laughed. His mature yet still striking face creased in lines of humor." Don't you want to be rescued?"
Bryn shook her head. "I see what you mean." She stomped the snow from her boots and climbed onto the leather bench seat, pulling the door closed behind her. "Thank you for rescuing me."
"My pleasure, of course." He nodded and turned the steering wheel sharply, bringing the SUV around in the snow to head back the way he had come. He watched the road with narrowed eyes. Tire chains rang, cheerfully biting through the snow to the asphalt below.
Bryn tried hard not to stare. He was dressed warmly in a long wool-lined leather coat over a thick sweater knitted in black lamb's wool. For an older gentleman he was incredibly attractive. His shoulders were broad and he seemed to be in amazingly good shape.
"I don't mean to pry, but you look like..."
"That could be because I am." He glanced at her and raised a brow. "Call me Connor."
I'm sitting next to... She bit her lip and pressed her hand over her heart to calm the pounding. Oh my god...
"Do you have a name?" he asked softly.
"Oh, yes." She swallowed. "I'm Bryn."
"Well Bryn, what do you do?" He gave her a heart-stopping smile. "Besides getting stuck in snow banks and rescued by aging movie stars?"
Bryn blushed. "Oh, I'm just a novelist. I write fantasy and science-fiction. I'm expected at the fantasy con just over the state border to do a bunch of book signings."
"Really? Well, I just happen to read fantasy and science-fiction. What have you written?"
Bryn stammered out a few titles.
"You don't say, I have indeed read your work."
"You have?" Bryn was floored.
He nodded and delivered a smile. "Very entertaining, good imagination. As a matter of fact, the gentleman I'm sharing my cabin with also reads your work. He's rather fond of your stories."
"Really?" She grinned. "Wow, I'm flattered." Another movie star?
"Good, because the price of your rescue is to let both of us aging movie stars seduce you." He glanced over at her with tight smile and raised brow.
Seduce? Bryn bit her lip and felt her heart thud in her chest. "Me? You want to seduce me?" She felt a tightening in her belly and a distinct gathering of moisture in her panties. "But you're the sexiest man in Hollywood! There has to be thousands of beautiful girls, models, movie stars and singers all throwing themselves at you daily. Why would you want to seduce me?"
Connor shrugged and stared at the snowy road ahead. "Perhaps because we're tired of empty-headed actresses looking for someone to help them climb the Hollywood ladder of fame, by sleeping with whoever would have them?"
"Oh..."
"Oh, indeed." He turned and smiled. "I find that I have grown quite an appetite for someone with an imagination. I know that my associate, Nick is literally starving for want of quality companionship." He stared out the windshield and a frown touched his lips. "As a matter of fact, I can guarantee that both of us are in dire need of a young lady like yourself," he added softly.
Bryn shook her head and chuckled. "You sound like a pair of vampires looking for a decent blood-donor."
Connor stared hard for an entire second then his smile reappeared. "Yes, I suppose it does sound that way."
***
"This way my dear." Connor, held the door open to the small, enclosed porch for Bryn. "It's very humble, but it's private."
"I love my Saturn, but I didn't think I'd need tire-chains this early in the year!" She stomped her feet on the small rag carpet, knocking snow from her boots then looked up at the older gentleman. She had not realized that he was quite so tall, or so broad-shouldered.
Connor closed the door firmly behind her, making sure that it locked. "Please, let me take your coat."
Bryn unbuttoned the long wool coat. "I don't want to intrude on your privacy..."
Connor smiled broadly. "I assure you, your company will be well appreciated." He helped her from her long coat and his eyes traveled down the lush and richly curved figure escaping the shapeless black wool. Her waist was satisfyingly small and her bottom invitingly robust. "Indeed, the pleasure is all mine." He hung her coat on a hook by the door, and then dragged his fingers through the long silver tail that hung over his shoulder, knocking loose a small amount of settled snow. "Why don't you take off your boots?"
"Oh, okay..." Bryn bent over to pull off her boots.
Connor's gaze traveled over her plentiful rump tracing the back seam of her tight jeans down to the juncture of her rounded thighs. He leaned back to catch a view of the plump division that outlined her female flesh. He shook his head, whistled softly and jerked off his leather coat to hang it on another hook by the door. "Nick," he called out. "I rescued some company for this evening."
Bryn tucked her boots against the wall and straightened. With a soft sigh, she dug her fingers into the decorative twist of her hair. "How long do you think I'll have to wait before I can go back to my car?"
Connor watched, fascinated as her hair tumbled loose to fall to her hips in long strawberry-blonde waves. "Oh, I doubt you'll be able to leave the mountain for the rest of the weekend at least."
She turned around and bit her lip. "But I'm due at the convention..."
Conner's brows rose. "Would it be so bad, spending the weekend here, with us?"
"I'd love to spend time with you, but the whole weekend? Are you sure?" Connor's gaze dropped to the full bosom encased under the thick black wool of her sweater then leaped back up to focus on her mouth. "Oh, I'm sure I can think of something you might do to show your appreciation."
She raised a brow and her cheek dimpled. "I see."
"What is it now?" Nick appeared in the doorway in an iron gray sweater and creased jeans, wiping his hands on a dishtowel. He was as broad-shouldered as Connor but taller and loose-limbed with short-cropped iron gray hair. His black eyes focused on the shapely read-head. "Holy fuck..." His sharply arched brows rose and he took a half-step back. "Where'd you find her?" His voice was pure New York drawl.
Bryn stared in astonishment. It was the bad-boy of Hollywood himself, and without his trademark sunglasses. He looked as shocked as Bryn felt.
Connor held out a hand. "This is Bryn. I found her on the side of the road, and offered her a place to wait out the snow. She's agreed to keep us company. What do you think?"
Bryn smiled up at the very familiar Nick. "Will I do?"
Nick's mouth opened, then closed. He nodded.
Connor leaned toward Bryn. "I think he likes you." He raised a brow at Nick. "Do we have any hot chocolate and Glenfidditch left?"
Nick jerked back another step. "Uh, yeah, sure. I'll go and..." He backed into the doorway with a hard thump. He grabbed his bruised elbow and looked at the doorway in some surprise. He stared a Bryn a moment more. "I'll uh, go get it." He turned carefully around and clomped with some speed back into the cabin.
Bryn looked up at Connor. "Is that?"
Connor nodded and patted her shoulder. "Very much so."
She tilted her head. "Did I scare him?"
"He's used to intimidating people." Connor smiled broadly. "The change will do him some good." He waved her forward. "Come in, I have a couch I wish to introduce you to."
Bryn walked into the small and spare living room. The floor was wood and covered with an aged rag rug. The black leather couch against the wall directly in front of her was overstuffed and worn. There was a huge bow window to the left, framed by heavy gray velvet curtains. A huge, and equally worn recliner along with an old standing lamp was parked right in front of the window. Someone was rattling dishes past the narrow doorway sharing the wall with the couch. A small television was parked on an end table against the wall on her right.
Connor stopped her with his broad hands on her shoulders. "Welcome to our humble hide-away." He leaned over to brush his lips against her ear. "Now remember, you promised to let us seduce you in payment for a place out of the snow."
She turned her head and leaned back into him. Her lips were only a breath away from his. "Does this mean you want me to resist?" She raised a brow. "Or shall I simply play innocent?"
Connor's face registered a small amount of astonishment then he let out a soft laugh. "Adventuresome are we?"
Bryn swayed her bottom, rubbing against the erection beginning to tent his wool trousers. "Who me?" Her smile was pure sin.
Connor's black eyes sparked with humor and heat. "In that case..." His hands slid from her shoulders down. He cupped the full curves of her breasts and squeezed their softness. "I think this sweater needs to come off." His hands slid further down to grab the hem of offending sweater and tugged it up. "I have this terrible urge to see what your nipples taste like."
Bryn raised her arms. "We mustn't deny you your urges. It's bad for your health."
He loosed a deep rumbling laugh and tugged the sweater off, pulling a long-sleeved shirt with it. She turned around wearing a lacy confection of a bra that made Connor's mouth water. Her nipples were clearly visible, a soft pink in color and rigid with interest. "Well now," he said softly. "Isn't that a pretty sight?"
Bryn's cheeks flushed with heat. She reached behind her and her long hair fell over her shoulder.
Connor put his hands on her shoulders. "Don't."
Bryn looked up at him. "You don't want me to take off my bra?"
He smiled warmly. "It is impolite to unwrap my presents for me."
"Oh." She straightened up.
"Put your arms around me and I'll take care of your bit of lace..."
She stepped close encircling his waist with her arms then pressed her cheek against his sweater. He was so warm...
"Oh, that's nice, squeeze a little tighter." His fingers worked on the hooks of her bra and the lace came free. "All right, let's see what you brought me." He gently pushed her back and his eyes devoured the enticing curves and the prominent nipples. "Enchanting..." He dropped the bra on the floor then dropped down on one knee and reached for her with both hands.
Bryn sucked in a breath. His hands were warm. He palmed her breasts and slowly squeezed. She bit her lip to stop a moan. His thumbs slid back and forth across her taut nipples and the bumpy ridges that surrounded them. Tiny bolts of sharp pleasure streaked straight down to her core. Tension coiled tight and a wet throb struck her. A soft sound escaped her lips. One of his arms wrapped around her waist pulling her closer. His hand lifted her breast to his mouth.
His breath was warm against her flesh then his mouth took her. Hot, wet, exciting... He sucked, pulling hard on her nipple. A gasp broke free from her throat and a fine trembling started in her limbs. Exquisite torment... She was forced to put her hands on his shoulders or collapse. Her back arched, pressing her breast tighter to his sucking mouth. The wet sounds of his mouth suckling and her own soft moans filled her ears.
His arm left her waist and she felt his hand at the belt on her black jeans. The pants came open and were tugged down to her hips. She leaned away to give him room and he pressed a hand against her spine, bringing her back to his mouth. He captured the other nipple with his lips and she felt the pinch of teeth. She jolted with the sensual ache and a soft whimper slid free. His hand burrowed into her jeans. His finger brushed the plump lips that protected the secret folds of her moist flesh. She gasped with the delicious shock.
He released her breast with a wet smack. "You keep trimmed I see." His eyes were dilated to blackness. He licked his lips.
Rendered speechless from the overload of pleasure, Bryn cold only nod.
Her jeans were tugged past her butt then down to her knees. His palm covered her heat and one finger slid up into her moist channel. She rocked forward and moaned. Her eyes fluttered closed.
"Like that, do you?" His thumb slid across her swollen flesh. "That is a very engorged little clit..." He pulled back and thrust two fingers into her. His hand moved against and within her making sounds of wet suction.
She gasped and pumped against his hand. He felt so good, moving inside her...
Connor's hand slid from her flesh. She sighed with frustration and opened her eyes in time to see him rise to his feet while sucking on his palm.
He smiled. "Delicious. Now, let's get you the rest of the way undressed. I want to fuck you properly."
Bryn gave him a tired smile.
"Nothing to say?" He raised a brow. "Or too excited to speak?"
Bryn let out a soft laugh and nodded. He helped her step from her jeans. "I don't think I've ever been this, um..."
"Aroused?"
She smiled and felt her cheeks heat. "Yes, aroused."
"Good, that's exactly the way I want you to be." He turned her around. "Let's get you over to the couch so I can do terrible things to you." Her jeans were left in a crumpled heap on the floor.
Nick was standing in the doorway with a tumbler full of dark golden liquor in one hand and a steaming mug in the other. "Jesus wept, she's..." His eyes were wide and his mouth slack. "Fuck me stupid," he said softly. "How the hell do you get them naked so fast?"
"There you are Nick." Connor smiled broadly. "Would you mind putting those down on the television set?"
"Uh, sure..." Nick walked into the room and strode behind Connor, his eyes glued to the naked Bryn. Connor pushed Bryn toward the couch. "The lovely Bryn is going to spread herself open and masturbate for us while we get undressed."
Nick swallowed visibly and looked at Connor. "She's going to..." He nearly dropped the tumbler and the mug on the floor.
Connor nodded. "That's right, play with her little pussy for us." He leaned down to Bryn's ear. "You don't mind do you? Nick is something of a voyeur and it makes him frantic when a girl diddles herself."
Bryn shook her head. "I don't mind..."
"Good, up you get..." He helped her onto the couch. "Sit in the middle and spread those luscious thighs wide, I don't want Nick to miss a thing."
Bryn settled back on the cool leather and spread her knees, catching her heels on the edge of the cushions. Using both hands, she spread her plump closely trimmed cleft and exposed the damp inner folds surrounding the opening to her body.
Nick sucked in a breath. "Christ, Connor it's pink." Connor snorted. "That's the color it's supposed to be." He pulled off his sweater, exposing the silver hair on his chest. "That pussy hasn't been used by every producer in Hollywood." He unbuckled his trousers. "Nick, you are supposed to be getting undressed."
Nick yanked his sweater off in a hurry.
Bryn stroked her fingers among the wet folds of her body. She dipped her middle finger into the wet nether-mouth of her body then rubbed the swollen nub of her clit with the moisture. Delicious pleasure wracked her and she writhed on the leather. She could feel her own excitement wetting her thighs.
Connor pushed his trousers off and his cock jutted forward fully erect with a sharp upward curve. He cradled his flesh in his palm and pulled back the foreskin exposing the deep purple of the swollen head. With a soft sigh of appreciation for the view, he stroked the hard length of his cock.
Nick dropped his jeans and kicked them away. His erect cock curved sharply and the head glistened with moisture. He closed his hand on his cock and stroked the smooth length.
Bryn slid her middle finger in and out of her wet cunt, finger-fucking herself. Both men watched avidly. Bryn found it painfully arousing to see two men so hard and hungry for her. She was wetting their couch with her excitement. The muscles in her thighs flexed as she clenched and unclenched, rocking with the building tension. She squeezed her breast with her other hand and pinched a nipple.
"Fuck, Connor, she looks..." Nick swallowed and pulled on his cock with enthusiasm. "She looks..."
Connor stroked his cock and let out a heartfelt groan. "The word you are searching for is 'delicious'."
"Fuck yeah..." Nick's eyes narrowed hungrily. "When do we eat," he said beneath his breath.
Bryn sucked in small gasping breaths. She pulled her wet finger from her body and rubbed her clit. She was going to cum, very soon; right there on the couch and right in front of them.
Connor raised a brow at Nick "Soon, very soon." He strode to the couch, his cock waving before him. "All right then my dear..." Connor lifted one knee onto the couch and caught her hands. "Don't bring yourself off." Gently but firmly pulled them from her flesh. "That's for us to do."
Bryn took a deep breath and groaned with frustration. She was so close!
"Yes I know... You'll get yours, I promise." Connor smiled. "Come up on your knees and face this way." He helped her balance on the plush couch and turned her to face him. "That's a good girl. Are you ready?"
"What do you want me to do?"
Connor lifted her chin and angled his cock at her lips. "Open your mouth, I have something for you."
Bryn opened her mouth and took his cock. He was warm on her tongue with an interesting musky flavor. She sucked him in and lashed the bottom of his cock with her tongue.
Connor groaned "What a delightful..." He choked. "Tongue." He turned to look at Nick. "Come over here Nick. Get behind her and feel these tits."
Nick dropped onto the couch behind her. "Real?"
Connor nodded. "Oh, very much so."
"Connor, you're shitting me..." Nick reached around and cupped her warm resilient flesh. "You're not shitting me..." He squeezed her breasts in his hands. "My god, they're so soft!"
Connor chuckled. "That's because they're not made of space-age plastic."
Nick stroked her sensitive and swollen nipples with his thumbs and Bryn moaned. She pressed her ass back against Nick's rigid erection, undulating against his heated flesh.
Nick sighed. "She can actually feel that..."
Connor gasped. "God her mouth..." He raised a brow at Nick. "She can feel you because her nipples were never removed then stitched back together. I told you, they're real."
He groaned. "I'll never do another damn actress again."
Connor raised a stern brow. "I told you not to do actresses in the first place; there's nothing in them for you."
Nick curled his lip. "I noticed."
"About damned time..."
Bryn slid a hand down to her wet and hungry flesh. She stroked her over-excited clit with a wet finger and her hips bucked. She drove her mouth down then pulled back sucking strongly.
Connor sucked a harsh breath. "Bryn, you delightful girl... Nick, she's good, it won't take me long, I'm about there..."
She could feel him pulsing in her mouth. She was ready to cum on her fingers with Connor's cock in her mouth and Nick's hands on her breasts.
Connor abruptly caught her hands and pulled them away. "No, no, I don't want you to touch yourself."
Bryn groaned in frustration and twisted her wrists. Damn it she wanted to cum!
"Nick take her wrists and be gentle."
Bryn felt her wrists pulled firmly behind her. A wet pulse of excitement throbbed in her pussy. She couldn't believe they wanted her enough to actually hold her.
"I got her." Nick took her wrists in one hand then slid an arm around her waist. He pressed up against her and rubbed his dick along the crack of her ass. "Mother-fuck! She's got a nice ass..."
Bryn sucked harder, working Connor's entire length as deep into her throat as she could before pulling back to catch a breath. The idea of being spattered with their cum was breathtakingly arousing.
Connor groaned sliding his dick in, then out of her snug and skillful mouth. "I'm about to spend."
"Thank fucking God, I'm gonna spill on her ass in just a second..."
"Nick, don't you dare..."
"I won't, I won't... But Christ I'm dying here!"
Connor took Bryn's bobbing head in both hands. "Bryn I need you to drink my cum."
Bryn pulled back and made a soft sound of protest. She didn't mind getting it all over her, but she didn't want to swallow it!
Connor fisted his hands in her hair and shoved his cock further down her throat. "No, I really need you to swallow my dear." He pulled back an inch to thrust again, shoving as deep as he could go. "I simply must insist." Her nose pressed against his belly.
Bryn couldn't breath and her throat closed tightly around the cock in her throat. She whimpered in fright.
He gasped and rocked against her mouth. "Her throat is so damned tight!" Abruptly he felt his load release from his balls and pump into her. "Ah..."
Suddenly Bryn's throat filled with a thick hot liquid. She twisted in Nick's hands, fighting to breathe without swallowing.
"Swallow..." Connor groaned. Nick pressed tightly against her back. "Drink it baby," he crooned against her ear. "Drink it and you'll feel much better."
Connor gasped for breath. "And so will I."
Desperate for air, Bryn was forced to swallow.
"Good girl!" Connor gasped and released her head, pulling his cock from her mouth. "Thank God, I thought she was going to kill me!"
Bryn fell back against Nick and gasped for air. Connor's cum was a sticky coating in her mouth and she had to swallow again.
"Are you all right my dear?" Connor brushed a palm across her forehead and. "I'm truly sorry, but I just had to have you swallow." He cupped her face in his palms and looked deeply into her eyes. "Can you forgive me?"
Bryn stared into the solid black of his eyes. He hadn't really hurt her and he seemed to appreciate it so much... She sighed and nodded.
"That's my good girl." He delivered a breathtaking smile then his hands slid down her throat, over her collarbones and across the tops of her breasts.
Bryn felt his fingers brush her nipple then he pinched it gently. She gasped and fire blazed from her nipple straight down. Heat abruptly swelled in her stomach and spread into her already ravenous pussy. She arched back against Nick with a gasp.
"Hold onto her or she'll be on the floor..." Connor sat back on the couch and chuckled. "In about five more seconds she'll be well under. Oh, and make sure you keep track of her hands. Don't let her touch herself, we don't want her to cum just yet."
Bryn was on fire with lust. Nick's arms came around her to keep her from falling off the couch. She writhed across his lap. A red wash flooded her mind and all thought fled.
Connor nodded. "There she goes, she'll be out of it for a little while."
Nick looked up at Connor. "I've never seen such a fast reaction..."
"It's her first drink from one of us and she's very potent. They always go under this fast."
Nick scowled. "How the fuck do you find them?"
"Once you know what to look for, you can smell it on their skin." Connor grinned broadly. "I could smell her potential as soon as she got in my SUV. Watch her, she's too far under to control herself."
Nick grabbed for her hands. He gasped. "Christ, she's rubbing her ass on my dick! I'm gonna explode if I don't get to dump my load soon!"
"A little patience will do you good." Connor chuckled. "She needs to stew for just a bit longer. Lay her down on the couch, so she's off your dick. As soon as her body grows accustomed to what I've just put in her, she'll have orgasm after orgasm and we'll stuff ourselves stupid."
Nick caught her wrists in one of his hands. "Will she be this way every time she's sucks one of us?"
Connor hooked his leg between hers to keep her from squeezing her thighs together. "Her next drink won't affect her this way. She'll get aroused, but not mindless like this. She'll simply do anything we want and enjoy it, perfectly aware, and perfectly obedient."
They stretched Bryn out between them. The leather couch creaked as Bryn writhed, rolling and moaning like a cat.
Connor leaned over to take the hot chocolate, and the tumbler of whisky from the top of the television set beside him. He held the chocolate out to Nick. "Drink your chocolate."
"I'd rather have the whisky..."
"I told you, no alcohol this weekend. Take the chocolate."
Nick took the mug and grimaced at the warm liquid. "I'm fucking swimming in chocolate..."
"Chocolate boosts our sex drive, the same way it does in a human female. Alcohol kills our appetite." Connor sipped at his whisky.
"Then why the fuck, are you drinking it?" "Because, unlike you, I have a healthy appetite. I have gray hair because it suits me. You have it because you're famished." Connor raised a brow. "If you drank a little less, you would have noticed your needs a lot sooner..."
"I did notice the damned hunger..." He took a hard swallow of the chocolate. "I was drinking to keep from raping some unsuspecting waitress..."
"I told you to find yourself a nice ordinary mistress. Artists are easy to catch. They're usually poor and easily swayed by a pretty face with a fat checkbook. That's how I do it..."
"I thought you lost your last mistress?" Nick sneered. "To one of the Irish brothers?"
Connor gave him a sour smile. "I was careless, I should have never let her stay in that isolated studio." He shook his head. "The son of a bitch had his dick down her throat before I even knew he'd found her. By the time I tracked them down, she had so much of his cum in her, she could barely remember her own name, never mind mine." Connor sipped his whisky. "I left her with him. Pity, She'll be ruined for any one of us after he and his brothers are through with her. Luckily, they get bored fast. She'll be cut loose equipped with a fat bank account before the year is out."
Nick frowned. "You don't want her back?"
Connor shrugged. "I was already looking for a new mistress. I had stopped visiting before my last contract ended... Probably why the boy thought it was safe to take her. Once they're done with her, I'll make sure she goes to a nice quiet town on the other side of the country where she can do her art in peace."
"So what was wrong with your artist?" Nick finished the chocolate in his mug and grimaced. "Was she nuts?"
Connor chuckled. "No, only actresses are crazy." He smiled at Nick's frown "She was a little too housebound for my taste. I need someone that can stay on location while I'm working." His gaze drifted down to Bryn who was making soft sounds of distress. He reached out a stroked her soft thigh. "Perhaps someone that uses a laptop rather than a canvas to create..."
"You and your mistresses..." Nick shook his head. "Where do you find the time?"
"When it comes to needs like ours, you have to be practical." Connor smiled then raised a brow at Nick. "Why don't you find nice plump artist? There are plenty in Seattle. They're good for you, and usually too busy with their work to interfere with yours. You drop in, you get your jollies, and a meal then you go..."
"I don't want a nice plump artist."
Connor rolled his eyes. "No, you had to have a damned actress!"
Nick frowned. "I don't see why I have to give her up Connor."
Connor curled his lip. "Because you are starving you fool! You're a full two decades younger than I am, and you look like Hell! If you don't feed properly, you're going to lose your career! Damn it man, if this keeps up you will end up in a box!"
Nick stared at Connor with a black scowl. "I know, damn you! I know..."
"When was the last time you felt your teeth?" Connor downed the last of the whisky in his glass. "I'll bet my house in Big Sur that she doesn't even bring them out..."
"She gets me hard..." Nick lifted his chin. "She's perfect..."
"She only 'looks' perfect. Money and a good surgeon will do that." Connor shook his head and gave him a sour smile. "Inside, she has about as much value as a Twinkie, and your body knows it." Connor shook his head. "I'm right aren't I? She doesn't bring them out."
"You know what?" A growl rose from Nick's chest. "Fuck you."
Connor leaned over and squeezed Bryn's plump breast. She arched up under his hand and moaned, her eyes were half-closed and had dilated to wide black pools. Her skin was flushed and thighs glistened with moisture from her excitement. He watched Nick take a deep breath, then lick his lips. Connor narrowed an eye at Nick and smiled. "I'll bet that your teeth are fully out, right now."
Nick scowled. "Yeah, so?"
"Good." Connor nodded. "Because I'd say our girl is just about ready, even for your particular kink. Help me flip her over; she needs to suck you as soon as she snaps out of it. After that, we'll have a nice ride for the rest of the night. Possibly for the rest of the weekend."
Nick pushed her upright. "Christ... I haven't had my dick sucked in so fucking long..."
Connor snorted. "The other reason why you're starving."
Nick bared a pair of over-long canines. "Will you get off my ass for five minutes?"
Connor bared his own long canines. "So you do have teeth after all..." His sneer became a feral smile. "Let's get you sucked, fucked and fed."
"Anything to get you off my fucking ass."
Bryn was shoved and maneuvered onto her belly. She felt as weak as a kitten and at the same time as wound up as a spring. The carnal hunger in her was so fierce she could barely string two thoughts together. She focused and saw a thick hard cock right in front of her lips.
Connor moved her hair to one side "Bryn, open your mouth."
Bryn opened and took Nick's cock to the root in one strong suck.
"Christ!" Nick gasped and threw his head back, grabbing for the back of the couch to keep from falling over. "Oh my fucking god!"
Connor chuckled. "I told you she was good." He eyed the plump bottom swaying right in front of him. "Apparently, she likes her work." With a satisfied smile, he cupped her ass in his palms and squeezed. She moaned in response. He sucked on two of his fingers and slid them both into her hungry pussy. She pressed back onto his hand, and he obliged by sliding in and out with satisfyingly wet sucking sounds.
"Nick, how are we doing?"
Nick gasped. "Fuck... I'm nearly there." He choked and pumped up into Bryn's mouth.
"Good, because I really want to fuck this tight little pussy."
"Mother fuck!" Nick lunged upright and pressed Bryn's mouth down onto him. "God! I'm coming... Suck it baby! Suck it," he gasped out.
Connor stoked Bryn's back. "That's our good girl... Swallow it all and we'll give you a nice hard fuck, right now."
Nick fell back on the couch with a guttural moan, and Bryn lifted her head choking for air. Connor pulled her upright and into his arms.
He wiped the hair from her brow and watched her throat work as she swallowed. "Swallow it all down my dear." She licked her lips. "That's our good girl.
She blinked up at him.
Connor raised a brow. "Are you still with us?"
Bryn nodded. "Yeah...
Connor gave her a blinding smile. "Excellent! Now since you gave us what we wanted, we get to please you." He turned to look at Nick. "Are you going to live?"
Nick gasped for breath. "Shut the fuck up!"
Connor let out a deep laugh. "All right Bryn, sit up and face me, I have a nice hard cock for you to fuck." Connor helped her up onto her knees then cupped his hands under her ass and lifted her. "Put your legs around my waist... Have I told you what a fine ass you have?"
Bryn set her hands on Connor's shoulders. Her whole body was trembling. "Thank you... " Then she caught the gleam of long teeth behind his full lips. She blinked. Her hands clenched on his shoulders and her heart slammed in her chest. "Um, Connor?"
His eyes narrowed. "Is something wrong?"
Bryn sucked on her bottom lip. "I don't mean to pry but..."
"But?"
"Uh... My what big teeth you have?" She winced. "I'm sorry but they were kind'a hard to miss and I do write on the subject, so..." Bryn shrugged. What else was there to say?
Nick was a conspicuous silence but there was no mistaking the creak of the leather couch behind her.
Connor's arm closed tightly around her waist. "Yes, Bryn, we're vampires." He raised a brow. "Does it bother you?"
Bryn was having a hard time breathing around the beating of her heart. "Am I gonna die?"
Connor smiled broadly, showing the full length of his white teeth. "No my dear, we don't need that much, a good hard fuck and a sip or two. You'll barely notice, I promise."
Bryn let out a breath. "Oh, well as long as I get to go home... "
Connor nodded. "Eventually."
Nick leaned up and peered over her shoulder. "You know not to say anything..." His voice was soft and deadly.
Bryn raised a sarcastic brow. "Like anyone would believe me?" She rolled her eyes. "Oh please..."
Connor let out a deep rumbling laugh that shook the whole couch. "Incredible, simply incredible... Feeling better Nick?"
Nick frowned. "You really don't care that we're vampires?"
Bryn raised a brow. "You haven't been paying attention. Vampires are really popular right now, everybody wants to do one..."
Nick leaned back. "Son of a bitch!" He laughed and got off the couch. Completely naked, he padded off to the other room.
Bryn turned to Connor and grinned. "Now, about that good hard fuck?"
Connor shook his head and chuckled. "We mustn't deny a lady's request..."
"What do you want me to do?"
Connor looked up into her face and smiled. "Your job is to make sounds of pleasure. Our job is to make those sounds come out of your mouth." He let her slide down his chest and onto his cock. The wet folds of her body opened to engulf him and swallow him whole.
A gasping moan escaped her lips. He was big and delicious.
"See?" He groaned as she settled down onto him. She was so very wet and snug. "There... Now I'm doing my job."
Bryn chuckled.
Connor gasped as her muscles massaged his dick lodged within her. "Oh, that was nice, do that again..."
Bryn couldn't stop herself from rocking forward. Tension coiled tight, she was so excited, it wasn't going to take much to cum. She moaned again.
Nick dropped onto the couch. "Miss me?"
Connor raised a brow. "Not really..."
Nick reached around Bryn to cup her breasts in his hands and squeezed. "God! Damn! These tits are nice..."
Bryn whimpered and leaned back against Nick. His hands felt so damned good... She arched her spine to raise herself more snugly into his palms. His thumbs played with her nipples.
Nick sucked a harsh breath. "You got room for one more?"
Connor leaned over. "What have you got over there?"
"Butter."
Connor chuckled. "Good idea." He caught Bryn around the waist and pulled her against his chest. "Lift her up, this one's not afraid of a little kink."
Nick cupped his hands under her butt. "Now that is an ass..."
"I was just mentioning that."
Bryn felt pressure against the rose of her anus. Something large, warm and slick was pushing to get inside. She whimpered.
"Bryn," Connor whispered against her ear. "Relax and push against him. Push out and your body will open."
Bryn let out a breath and fought to calm herself. The pressure increased. She pushed out and felt something large and very hard slowly fight its way up her tight passage.
There was a deep-throated groan from Nick. "Shit she's tight... Connor, this is not an ass that's seen a whole lot of traffic...
"I could have told you that," Connor said dryly.
Bryn gasped as the fullness increased. Her thighs settled on top of their folded legs.
"I'm in all the fucking way..." Nick groaned. "Damn, that feels good."
"Are you all right my dear?"
Bryn took a breath. "Yes... You're both really hard, and I feel really, um... Full..."
Connor laughed softly. "She feels really full Nick."
Nick gasped. "Real tits and a nice tight ass... I'm in fucking heaven!"
Connor pressed his lips to Bryn's ear. "This is where you do the fucking my girl, and make all those lovely sounds we want to hear. Use your legs to squeeze."
Bryn squeezed her thighs and rocked forward. Both men groaned. The cocks lodged in her shifted with incredible friction. She could feel them stretching her. Tension burned in her belly. Connor sucked on two fingers and slid his hand between their bodies. Bryn felt him touch her clit and she gasped, jolted hard with brutal voluptuous greed.
Her hands clenched on Connor's shoulders and she rose against the fingers pressing against her heated flesh. Nick's hands closed tightly on her breasts and Connor kept an arm securely around her waist. There were two cocks in her body, and both men were panting in either ear. Two men... Her body released a sudden spat of moisture and she slid back down on them both.
Excitement and urgency rose hot and delicious within Bryn. She sucked in a breath as impassioned and overwhelming ravenous need gripped her. She rose and twisted her hips to feel the two cocks move within her then clenched her inner muscles and dropped down on them. A groan escaped both men.
Bryn rose and fell again, tightening as she came down on them...
Connor groaned long and hard. "Are you squeezing my dear?"
She panted. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No!" Nick gasped. "For god's sake don't stop!" He rose up under her, shoving his cock hard up her ass. "Do not let her stop, Connor. I think I'm going to blow my wad..."
"That means no, keep doing that delightful..."
Bryn rose and fell on them again.
Connor grunted. "Thing that you're doing..."
She dug her fingers into Connor's shoulders and pulled herself up, then fell back, impaling herself on the rigid hardness of both cocks. Then again, and again... Compulsively faster and ferociously harder... Delicious and savage pleasure burned through her. Her mouth opened and she moaned her delight.
Connor's hand on her back slid in the moisture forming on her skin. "She's getting close," he said softly. "She's just gotten her adrenaline rush."
"I'm gonna fucking die here," Nick gasped out.
She hungrily ground down on them, relishing the feeling of them stretching her, tormenting herself with their uncompromising hardness. The bright glittering edge of climax threatened.
Connor took a harsh breath and caught Nick's gaze. "Are you ready?" He moved her long hair over, uncovering one shoulder. "Remember, not the throat. Stay on the muscle above the collarbone."
"I know, I know..." Nick groaned. "You sure there's enough?"
"You'll see."
Bryn whimpered with the ruthless building hunger... She was ready to explode, she balanced right on the very painful edge.
Nick moaned. "Now Connor?"
"Bryn," Connor said softly. "Cum for us. Cum right now..."
The tension released, crushing her in wave after wave heartless savage euphoria. She screamed.
"Now. Sip her like cognac. I have a feeling this one is going to be very potent..."
Bryn felt Nick's mouth on her shoulder. She felt Connor thrust up into her and another sudden vicious wave of pleasure burned through her. She writhed and felt the twin burn of Nick's bite. An odd, mental penetration slid through her, She could feel Nick sharing the sexual pleasure of her climax. She moaned.
"Nick, I think she likes you."
Nick shuddered under and within her, incited by her pleasure. She felt him thrust up hard, then again... His arm closed tightly around her waist and he pulled her down hard holding her. His cock trembled within her as he pumped his load into her bowels. She shuddered and cried out, sharing his orgasm, as he had shared hers. She heard a distinct swallow, then another, and another...
Nick pulled away with a gasp. Bryn collapsed back against him, gasping and trembling.
"Damn Connor... She's like drinking fire!"
"Thought that might be the case." Connor tugged her up against his chest. "Bend your neck the other way my dear, I'm thirsty too."
Bryn tilted her head to the other side still in the grip of orgasm. His lips brushed her shoulder.
"Fuck her, then hold her, Nick so I can cum."
The cock in her ass thrust up into her and another sudden ferocious wave of exquisite orgasm explode within her. She shuddered and felt the twin burn of Connor's teeth scoring her other shoulder. She felt Connor thrust into her mind to share her erotic pleasure. She moaned, her finger's digging into his shoulders.
Connor shuddered under and within her, provoked by her sudden climax. He moaned with his mouth attached to her shoulder. She felt him thrust up hard, then again, then again... His arms locked tightly around her waist above Nick's and he pulled her down hard holding her. His cock trembled within her and he pumped his load into her hungry cunt. She gasped, sharing his orgasm, as he had shared hers and shuddered hard in their arms.
Connor pulled away with a gasp. Bryn collapsed onto his chest whimpering and trembling from her sensual overload.
"Ah..." Connor sighed. "Well now, that is quite a vintage..."
***
Both Connor and Nick helped Bryn, into the tub to shower. The two men had to help her stand and took great delight in scrubbing every inch and crevice. Hands and mouths plundered, fingers slid into her... Her cries of ecstasy and their warm chuckles were loud in the small room. The floor got very wet. Afterwards, Bryn was tucked into their enormous bed. In moments she was sound asleep.
Nick sat on the couch, wrapped in a thick towel. He frowned at the hot chocolate, but he drank it. "I have never tasted anything like her..."
"Bryn isn't an actress, dear Nick..."
Nick looked up at Connor, wrapped in another towel and actually drinking chocolate too. "What the hell have we got?"
Connor threw an arm over the back of the couch. "Bryn is a writer."
Nick scowled. "Not another damn screenplay..."
"No." Connor shook his head. "Not another damned screenplay scribbler. Bryn is a fiction novelist."
"Which one?"
Connor smiled. "Bryn Savage."
"The vampire novelist? You're shitting me -- I love her shit!" Nick laughed and shook his head. "No wonder she didn't piss herself over the fangs!"
"Thought you might like her."
Nick's eyes narrowed to feral slits. "Can we keep her?"
"I am considering it. They're easier to keep than artists and they travel well. They do all their creating on a computer, so give them a laptop and they're easy to pack up and take with you if you need to spend months or years, on location..."
"You're right, she's perfect..."
"If we keep her, she'll need constant supervision..."
"What for?"
"She's a rare vintage. If we keep her, she's ours. I'm not letting anyone else have her. It'll ruin her gift."
"God, I love her books... She can't stop writing..."
"No she can't. Her gift is where all that fire comes from. On top of that we'll have to be very careful not to drink too deep..."
"She'll lose her potency..."
"No dear Nick, we'll get too young."
"I thought I was feeling really, really good... Your hair has a lot more black in it and your face looks a lot better."
Connor nodded. "And you drank far deeper than I. I only took a mouthful. You had at least three whole swallows." Connor raised a brow. "Haven't you looked in the mirror? I'd say you lost about twenty years."
Nick lunged from the couch and dashed to the bathroom. He came back digging his fingers through his sin-black hair. "What the fuck am I gonna do? I can't show up like this!"
Connor pursed his lips. "We'll go back in a week or so, and do the same thing that singer turned actress did..."
Nick grinned "The one with the tattoo across her ass?" Nick laughed out loud. "She spent a little too much time on that navel base..."
Connor nodded. "We'll simply tell them the same thing she did -- we had a little visit with the doctor."
Nick shook his head. "Plastic surgery? They'll really fucking believe that?"
Connor raised his chocolate. "Well, what else could it be?"
Nick tilted his head. "A week huh?"
Connor nodded. "I'm sure Bryn won't mind."
"With all that cum in her?" Nick snorted. "If we keep her a week, it'll take a month for the craving for our dicks to wear off."
Connor smiled. "Personally, I have no intention of letting it wear off."
Nick leaned forward. "So you are keeping her?" A long tooth pressed into a full lip. "Good."
Conner pursed his lips. "I'll move her in with me. The house in Colorado is big enough and the security is tight, but it'll still take the both of us to keep an eye on her."
Nick leaned back. "Yeah, we don't want any of those vultures to get to her..."
Connor nodded. "We don't want the others even catching her scent. That means she does not go anywhere near California without one of us and she does not get taken to opening night parties. She'll have to stay with you when I have a producer house party and vice versa." Connor raised a brow. "You'll have to rid yourself of that actress."
Nick curled his lip. "I'll kick her out of my house as soon as I get back."
Connor leveled a narrow gaze at Nick. "I will not see her changed in any way - she stays plump, just the way she is..."
"The way she tastes? With those tits and that ass? No problem!" Nick frowned. "But how long can we really keep her? She is just a mortal..."
Conner snorted. "I have no problems donating the occasional mouthful of blood to keep her exactly as she is."
Nick's brows rose. "I forgot we can do that..."
"I've been around a bit longer than you have." Connor rose from the couch. "Shall we join Bryn in bed?"
Nick curled his lip. "You want to sleep?"
Connor grinned and his fangs gleamed in the light of the single lamp. "Not this week."