Phoenix Rising(46)

A feral smile made Alex’s blue eyes gleam. “Careful honey, kitties don’t run with the big dogs, they stay under the porch.”

Jessa gasped as Alex grabbed Kitty and slanted his mouth over hers again and again until she no longer had the strength to fight him. She clung to his neck, nails scraping his skin as she moaned into his mouth and writhed against his body.

Courtney, Georgia and Anne watched with something akin to fascinated horror as Alex’s masterful domination of their friend reduced her to nothing but a puddle on the floor. A curl of heat began to wind its way through Jessa’s insecurity.

Leave it to Alex to give every bitch her due.

Alex’s hands were splayed across Kitty’s ass when he’d finished. Her legs were spread to cradle his erection. She was all but dry humping him there in front of everybody.

“Look at that,” Alex murmured wickedly. “The little girl is so overwhelmed that she’s panting like a bitch in heat.”

“Yes,” Kitty moaned.

“I could tell you to strip naked, kneel down, and suck my cock in front of every one of your friends and you’d do it.”

“Yes!” she moaned again, her voice increasingly desperate.

Alex hiked the hem of Kitty’s dress over her thigh and reached up with his hand. “You’re wet little kitty cat. Admit it. You want to beg me to fuck you like the bitch you are.”

Kitty trembled in his grip. “Please, fuck me, Alex.”

A cruel smile crossed his normally friendly features and Alex kissed her again. His thumb pulled her chin down and he forced her to submit to his tongue as he dominated her open mouth.

Silence reigned supreme as the four remaining women watched the alpha female of their pack submit to Alex’s dominating sexual prowess. Not one of them protested. How could they? Kitty was all but begging Alex to keep going. Her body quested for more, sliding against Alex’s muscled frame like a cat in heat.

“Pull up your skirt, kitty cat. Let me see you,” Alex ordered.

Kitty didn’t seem to think twice about the command. One manicured hand gripped the edge of a table and the other hiked up the skirt of her little black dress. Her long legs spread like an invitation. Her pale ivory satin panties shimmered in the dim overhead lights.

“Next time wear a thong,” Alex rumbled.

“Anything you want,” Kitty panted.

A round of gasps followed the descent of Kitty’s underwear to the bar floor. Alex kicked her legs further apart with one foot and used a hand to spread the cheeks of her ass. Her pussy was swollen, wet, and pink as he bared it for all to see.

Jessa trembled as she watched. The compounded arousal she usually experienced when watching Alex masterfully rule a lover was mingled with anger and tension that came from Kitty’s involvement. Part of her loved the scene, reveled in the way Alex forced Kitty to submit, to beg, to debase herself. But a niggling doubt in Jessa’s mind made her jealous. If Alex could fall prey to Kitty’s allure, what would keep Connor from following along?

“Make him stop, Jessa,” Anne squeaked, grabbing Jessa’s arm in a vice like grip.

Jessa’s voice was surprisingly strong given her inner turmoil. “No. She asked for it.”

“But he’s going to…right here! It’s not right!”

“Why not? Kitty could say no. Look at her!”

Kitty obviously didn’t want to say no. The short, high-pitched wails coming from her mouth said she had no intention of asking Alex to stop. His clever fingers stroked her engorged labia, deliberately avoiding her clitoris and bringing her to the brink of orgasm without allowing the climax she so obviously wanted.

“You about done, Alex?” Connor rumbled as he approached.

Jessa’s knees went weak and she sank against the counter. Did this mean Kitty had completely stolen her life? Had Connor come to claim Kitty away from Alex just as he had with Jessa the night before?

Kitty cast a hot look over her shoulder at Connor as Alex’s hand left her slit to rest on the swell of her buttocks. Her blue eyes were wide and cloudy with arousal. Lips swollen from Alex’s kiss curled into a dazzling smile that she focused on Connor.

Jessa watched silently, waiting for the inevitable moment when Connor would sink his thick shaft into Kitty’s waiting pussy. But the moment never came. Time stretched onward and a faintly alarmed look stole over Kitty’s aroused features.

“I’m waiting for you, Connor.”

Courtney, Georgia and Anne swung their heads back and forth between Connor and Kitty. They appeared to be stunned to horrified silence. No doubt they’d never experienced anything so raw in their entire boring, privileged lives.