Donna chuckled so sexily, it was criminal. She turned around and cupped the sides of my face as our lips locked, hard and fast. As her kisses pressed hot on my lips—over and over—Donna made it clear that she wanted me, she needed me, and she would not be refused by me. Her promise last year that she was looking for ‘serious fun’ seemed to be coming to fruition.
Donna located the waistband of my pants and slid her hand down the front. It seemed my arousal startled her. I chuckled at her innocent reaction and slid a hand between her legs. Yep, my beach house was safe; she was warm, wet, and willing. She couldn’t help but press against my invading fingers that sought out her most sensitive places. Donna moaned, her breath came in stuttering wisps of air, and then she cried out.
“Let’s take this somewhere more private,” I suggested.
Her breath hitched when she realized we were in the middle of the dance floor.
“Follow me,” Kendra Bianco said, surprising us both.
I admit to having done a quick internet search on Kendra. She was the daughter of Nicholas ‘Nicky’ Bianco, the head of the Bianco crime family. She was a classic Italian beauty with dark brown hair and eyes, and more curves than a girl her age should have.
At one point, she’d been linked with Tony in a romantic sense. They’d gone to the same boarding school. The article I read said that everyone had assumed their union would have pulled the Giovanni and Bianco families together. Nicky only had daughters, and tradition said the family had to be handed down to a man. That was where Tony came into the picture.
Tony had had an older brother who’d been reportedly everything a mob family wanted in their heir apparent. He was a dangerous man. Sadly, though, he’d been gunned down in a bloody massacre between gangs. That left Tony as the sole male heir to the Giovanni family.
Somehow, their mutual friend at school, Nancy, turned up pregnant. Nancy was the daughter of a prominent United States senator. All the kids who attended that boarding school had some kind of connection, be it political, crime family, or your run-of-the-mill celebrity.
Kendra and Tony had stayed friends after he married Nancy. They’d even gone into business together. Some people thought they might combine the two families still, just not by their arranged marriage.
Donna and I followed Kendra to a single bathroom in a back corner. Once we entered, Kendra locked the door. I was about to question why Kendra had joined us when Donna put me into another lip-lock. At that moment, I didn’t care who watched.
I shoved Donna’s tank top up off her breasts and leaned down to give them the oral attention they deserved. While I focused on that, she began to help me out of my shirt. Kendra got busy by undoing my belt and my pants. The two of them soon had me naked.
Both Donna and Kendra took a step back to take me in.
“He’s magnificent,” Donna hissed.
“I was going to say perfect. I know a lot of porn stars who would kill to have his body,” Kendra said and then looked me in the eye. “Have you ever considered doing adult films?”
I barked out a laugh and shook my head. That would be a mistake of epic proportions. If my mom ever found out … I felt myself shudder at the implication of my doom.
I might be eighteen, but that didn’t mean I didn’t have to answer to my mother. That bit of wisdom made me wonder whether I’d have to do for the rest of my life. Or maybe I would someday not have to worry about my mom’s reaction when I did something like that.
Kendra shrugged.
“I hope you don’t mind me inserting myself like this?” Kendra asked.
“I thought we were going to have some fun,” I reminded Donna.
It was her turn to shrug. She looked at Kendra, and they did that girl thing where they psychically communicated with each other. They both smiled. I took that as a good sign.
“Hell, yes, we are,” Donna said as she surged forward and dropped to her knees.
She had a coy look as she pushed me back against the bathroom wall. She kissed my stomach and ran her hands down my bare torso until they slid to the sides and ended up resting on my firm, well-muscled hips.
Donna gazed up at me as she grasped the base of my manhood. She leaned up and teased the underside of Mr. Happy with her tongue and lips. She took the tip into her mouth and pulled it with a pop. Donna giggled, which I assumed I caused by the look on my face. This had started to get good.
“I just wanted to check to make sure you were up for serious fun,” Donna teased.
I wasn’t in the mood for banter. Instead, I reached for the back of her blond-haired head and pulled her against my throbbing member. It was impressive to see my sack hanging under her chin and Mr. Happy’s tip part her hairline. Kendra moaned at the erotic sight.
