2. Casanova

RhysGeorgehasthe sweetest pussy I have ever tasted, and fuck me; I want more. I know I shouldn’t. I know I’ve just broken the Bro Code in the worst possible way, but what the fuck am I meant to do? There is only one reason why anyone attends Vixen’s Lodge Feast Nights, and that is to fuck.

Besides, how was I meant to know it was her? I’ve never seen Rhys’ hair down like that. She always wears it in some weird twisty things on the sides of her head. I had no idea her hair was so long that it brushes over the top of that pert fucking arse. And straight? How was I ever meant to know she has such straight hair? It looks so fucking silky. I just want to wrap the strands around my fist and tug her to me.

Not to mention that painted mask she has hiding her face. How the fuck does she do that? I couldn’t even tell it was her under all that paint. It’s done in such a way that I can’t even see her natural face shape. But those eyes. Fuck, I’d know those dark eyes anywhere. They’ve haunted my dreams so many times over the last couple of months that I’ve considered trying hypnosis to get her out of my head.

There’s no fucking chance of that now. No way am I ever going to forget how she feels like hot silk under my tongue. Or how her tight cunt sucks in my fingers, wanting more. She was a real fucking turn on before I knew it was her straddling Vik, but fuck me, when I realised it was her, realised that I was finally tasting what I’d been secretly craving for so long. I was a goner. I fucking came all over the front of Vik’s couch when I milked that orgasm from Rhys, like a fucking twelve-year-old boy having a wet dream.

Shit. I hope Rhys didn’t see!

Or should I say, Kitten?

She is the prized possession I’ve heard so much about from nearly every single member I’ve fucked over the last couple of weeks since Vik let me join. I can’t believe it’s her. Kitten. But then again, maybe I can. Rhys George is the only chick I know that owns her sexuality with pride. Her drive for sex matches my own, and I’ve thought on more than one occasion that she is made for me. But Marcus, one of my best mates, is fucking in love with her. Yeah, he won’t admit it, but it’s clear as day, which is why I’m totally fucked.

“I see you’re just as taken by our Kitten as everyone else is that comes to Feast with us. She’s special.” Vik, who has been my neighbour across the paddocks since they built this mansion over ten years ago, loops her arm with mine, smiling at Rhys like she’s a proud fucking mother.

“She seems like she’d be a lot of fun.” I can’t take my eyes off Rhys, who has avoided eye contact with me after she landed abruptly from her high. A high that I gave her, I might add. Fuck yeah, I did! Her creamy thighs were trembling on either side of my head.

Peering up to watch her face as she came was fucking beautiful. The only thing that would’ve made it better would be to see her natural face under that painted mask as she comes undone and to be alone with her where I can enjoy her, and only her.

She’s standing by a table at the side of the room now, talking to one of the waiters who brought her a tray of shots. He wants to fuck her, just like everyone else in this room does. I can see it in his eyes as he drinks her in.

“You have no idea. Our Kitten is up for just about anything. She aims to please, all while taking what she needs. She’s a crowd favourite.” Pressing her fake tits into my side, Vik trails her fingers up my chest, circling my nipple. “I should let you run off and play now, but make sure you come and see me before the night is through. I want to go out with a bang, riding that magnificent cock of yours.”

I fight back my shudder, reminding myself that I can have all the fun I want if I just give this old bitch a little attention. She’s been grabbing at me since I was fourteen. Creeped me the fuck out every time I had to bring a case of wine across for my dad. But I’m a guy, and a few weeks back, she was lying in the sun completely naked when I walked past her pool with her Merlot order. Of course, I got hard. And, of course, the sick bitch noticed. Did that stop me from letting the old bat slip her hand down the front of my pants? Fuck no. Sex is sex. If she was offering, then who am I to say no?

It was after that encounter that Vik made me a deal I couldn’t refuse. If I come to the Feast nights, then she will buy two cases of wine each time. The bitch knows my family is struggling to keep our little vineyard and winery afloat. But hey, my dad needs the money, and I need to fuck. It’s a win, win.

I offer Vik a smile when she tries to saunter off. Something she needs to stop trying to do. She looks ridiculous.

The moment her attention is on someone else, I don’t waste another moment and make my way to Rhys’ side. She doesn’t look at me when I come to stand next to her, the bare skin of my arm brushing hers. It’s a tempting touch that has her body stiffening. She knows it’s me standing next to her, but she keeps her attention trained on the waiter who is talking about something to do with Halloween, which is only a couple of weeks away.

Snatching up one of her shots, I tip the burning liquid down in time to catch her glare.

“That was mine.” Her hip cocks as her hand comes to sit on its curve, right over that sexy as fuck black and purple lacy thing. I don’t know what the fuck it’s called, but it’s hot as all hell.

“Didn’t see your name on it,” I smirk, and her glare deepens. Oh yeah, I’d forgotten how fun it is to stir Rhys George. It’s been about a month since I’ve seen her. She didn’t show up at school when term four started two weeks ago. Lexi was freaking the fuck out because she couldn’t get a hold of her, and we followed Lexi to Principal Rogan’s office to ask where Rhys was. Principal Rogan is Rhys’ foster mum, and she advised us that Rhys would be gone for a few weeks as she was visiting an old friend. Lexi saw through the lie, just like I did. I wonder if she knows Rhys is back now?

“Ah… this tray is for Kitten.” The waiter speaks up, and I glare at him, not giving a fuck about anything he has to say.

“Since Kitten and I have some fucking to do,” I snarl possessively, “why don’t you run along and serve someone else?”

“Someone’s grumpy. What’s wrong, Casanova? Still shaken after coming to the party prematurely?” Those fucking kissable lips quirk up in a cheeky grin, and fuck, I can’t even pretend to be mad about her calling me out on spilling my load on the side of the couch earlier.

“I wouldn’t call it prematurely. Not when the reason was because I was in fucking Kitten heaven.” As I say the words, I stroke some of her silky black strands back and tuck them behind her ear, letting my fingers glide gently down the side of her neck. When her lips part and her eyes fill with lust, I lean in and bring my mouth to her ear. “You and I have only just begun… Kitten.”

My words cause her to lean into me, pressing those perfect fucking tits against my chest, and as I draw back slowly from her ear, I graze my lips over her painted jaw, coming to hover over her purple lips I so badly want to claim.

“Ah. Um. Kitten, I forgot to remind you that Master Hill would like ten minutes of your time in the den. With your sponsor.”

Fuck this waiter, arsehole! His words do nothing but douse the fire burning in Rhys’ eyes, and she stiffens before taking a step back from me.

“Yes. Ok. Do you know where Skipper is?” Dragging her dark pools from me, she turns back to the waiter, who looks a little too fucking happy about cock-blocking me.

“Sponsor?” I ask because I have no idea what she’s talking about, and for some reason, I want to know everything about her.

“Yeah, saw him in the spa railing Savannah.” The arsehole waiter ignores me, answering Rhys.

Why the fuck is he still here?

“Ok, thanks. Can you please let Master Hill know that we’ll be right in?” Rhys turns back to the tray sitting on the table as the waiter walks off, and she snatches up another shot, downing it.

“Rhys? What sponsor? What are you talking about?”

“Shhh!” She hisses, her eyes wide before slamming her hand over my mouth. I don’t care, though, because now she’s touching me again, and my ever-hard dick is pressed snug against the bare flesh of her belly. “Don’t use my real name. It’s Kitten here!”

I grin at her panicked voice. No one heard me, and there’s no one close by. Everyone in this room is engaged in orgy mode.

“Ok, Kitten. Tell me what you mean by sponsor?”

“Why are you even here?” Rhys hisses through clenched teeth. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look angry like this before. Not towards me, anyway. She’s usually the life of the party—fun and always ready to have a good time.

“I’m here to fuck. Just like you. Now tell me what a sponsor means? Who is Skipper?” My arm is wrapped around her skinny waist, holding her to me. I don’t think she’s even noticed. Then again, maybe she has, and she likes it.

She frowns. “What do you mean? Don’t you have a sponsor?”

It’s my turn to frown now. I’ve got no fucking clue what she’s talking about. She must read my expression somehow, which must be hard since my face is covered in a leather mask.

“Don’t you have a sponsor because you’re…” She glances around to see if anyone is nearby, then she presses that delectable body tighter against mine to whisper in my ear. “Under eighteen?”

I shake my head, and she draws back in confusion. Well, as confused as a painted skull face can look.

“Huh. That’s… strange.” Rhys slowly pulls away from me, her eyes falling to the floor for a moment in thought. And just like that, I’ve lost her.

“Hey.” Tucking my finger under her chin, I lift her face back up until her dark chocolate eyes meet mine. “Are you ok?”

“You shouldn’t be here. We shouldn’t have done that.” She shakes her head, practically whispering, and her dark silky hair floats around her creamy shoulders like a sexy fucking cape. “Marcus…” Her normally confident voice is anything but, and fuck me if I don’t want to wrap her in my arms and … what? Cuddle her?

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Marcus is a big boy.” I’m an arsehole. Marcus will never forgive me for what I’ve done. Or what I’m going to do. I’ve had a taste now, and there’s no turning back.

“He doesn’t know about this place. He wouldn’t understand. I-I.” She shakes her head and turns to the tray, snatching up the last shot and downing it. “I have to go find Skipper.”

She struts off like she’s walking down a catwalk, and fuck me if she doesn’t own every single step. As she weaves through the naked bodies tangled together, almost everyone’s eyes land on her. Either she doesn’t notice, or she doesn’t care. Probably the latter, since this is Rhys George we are talking about. She fucking loves attention.

When she disappears through the door that leads to the jacuzzi retreat, I wrap my hand around my hard cock and give it a few strokes. Hang in there, Thor. I’ll give you what you need soon enough.

Yes, I fucking talk to my cock. And yes, I named it Thor. So fucking what? He’s a beast that never fails to make the chick’s cream, so his name is fitting if you ask me!

I weave through the writhing bodies, following the path Rhys did a moment ago, and take in the scene before me as I step into the Jacuzzi retreat. It’s an outdoor area that has been built in, most likely for privacy. There are large daybeds in each corner of the room, with the sizeable sunken spa in the centre of the space. Each daybed is occupied. Some have drawn the sheer drapes closed for a bit of privacy, and another is piled with Feasters with no such qualms about people watching.

That’s not what has my attention, though. My attention is on the adored Kitten as she watches a big guy slamming into some chick’s arse, making waves at the edge of the spa. He’s fit as fuck. Ripped with muscles with his head wrapped in a red leather mask, he pays the chick or the arse no attention as Rhys stands before him, demanding his gaze. Like the little minx she is, she glides her hands over her creamy skin, touching herself everywhere but the places I want to see her touch. She’s teasing this guy.

Taking a few steps closer, I lean against the post of one of the daybeds and watch as the guy in the spa glares at Rhys.

“Back off, Kitten.” He growls, and her purple lips spread into a grin.

“But my Kitty needs a pat.” This time she runs her hand over the thin scrap of lace that’s covering her perfect pussy.

The guy hisses, pumping even harder into the chick who is holding onto the side of the spa for dear life as he pounds her from behind.

“What do you want?” He growls between thrusts, and Rhys slips a finger between her purple lips before drawing it back out to travel down the front of her near-naked body.

“I need you, daddy.”

“Stop! I told you not to call me that!” He pulls his cock from the chick’s arse and drags her around to face him, not taking his eyes off Rhys. “Open!” He demands, and the chick drops down with her mouth open, barely able to take a breath before he shoves his cock down her throat.

I hope she doesn’t care that he just had that in her arse!

Rhys slips her fingers under the lace and runs them through her folds.

“But daddy. I need you.”

“Stop.” He doesn’t yell this time. It’s almost as if he knows she’s not going to stop. Almost as if he knows her too well. Does he know who Kitten really is?

“Daddy.” She purrs, exposing her slick folds to him, and after a moment of staring at her offering, he throws his head back, growling as he comes down the chick’s throat.

Grinning in satisfaction, Rhys covers her weeping flesh and proceeds to lick her fingers clean. My cock jerks, reminding me that Thor is fucking hungry.

The guy in the spa leans down and says something I can’t hear to the chick still trying to swallow down his cum. She nods, and a moment later, his eyes land back on a smirking Rhys before he leaps out of the spa to wrap his hand around her upper arm in anger. I can’t stay in the shadows now. Not when he’s hurting her like that.

“Hey! Back the fuck off!” Pushing in between Rhys and this towering guy, I effectively break his hold on her, and he glares down at me. Shit, he’s gotta be close to seven foot tall.

“Who the fuck is this?” He ignores me and glares at Rhys.

“This is Casanova. He likes it up the arse too. Maybe you can show him how it feels to have you buried inside him?” In true Rhys style, her words are playful and teasing, but whoever this guy is, he’s not a fan.

“Hard pass, thanks all the same, Kitten,” I say with lightness in my tone, still wedged between the hulk and the girl my cock is trying to point toward like a damn compass.

“How about you step away so I can have a quiet word with my Kitten?” The hulk in question hisses in my face, and my brows shoot up under my black leather mask.

“Your Kitten? I don’t think so, arsehole.” I hiss back, trying to make my nearly six-foot seem taller.

“Oooh, yes. A dick swinging contest. I do love me some of that. Swing away, fellas.” Rhys grins, waving her hands between us as she steps back from me.

“Kitten!” The guy hisses again, and all I can think about is how cold my back feels now that Rhys has moved away.

“Oh, daddy. You really do get your panties in a bunch, don’t you?” Rhys tugs at my arm, pulling me away from the guy and blows him a kiss before turning to me.

“Cass. I need a moment with my sponsor.” She flutters her dark lashes at me.

“This is your sponsor? I thought you said his name is Skipper?”

“It is.” She nods.

“Then why were you calling him daddy?” I know why she was calling him daddy, which is the same reason I asked the question. To piss him off.

“Fucking hell.” The guy, who I’m trying my best to ignore the fact that his massive dick is bobbing between us, clenches his hands by his sides in frustration.

Rhys laughs and leans into me, and fuck if that’s not a win for me. She trusts me. She may have been shocked to see me here earlier, but she’s comfortable with me around. Hopefully, that means Thor and Kitten will get to meet each other really fucking soon.

“What was so important that you need to interrupt me, Kitten?” Her sponsor asks, not caring that I’m still standing here. He’s an impatient fucker.

“Master Hill would like to see us in the Den.” There’s no playfulness in Rhys’ tone this time, and I glance between her and Big Daddy as they seem to have a silent conversation. A very serious, silent conversation.

I stand there looking between them like I’m watching a tennis match, and eventually, the guy’s face softens, all menace gone.

“Right, well, let’s get it over and done with, then.” He offers Rhys his elbow, and she gives him an almost apologetic smile before she links her arm with his. Before they walk off, she turns back to me and winks.

“See you later, Casanova.”