Taken Down a Peg Sneak Peek
We won the game by 10-7, and victory felt like a drug. But I wasn’t as thrilled about that as I was with the promise of spending some quality time with Briony. Quality time that I definitely hoped equated to getting beneath that uniform of hers. I could feel her gaze on me the entire time during the game while she cheered, waving those pompoms around and shaking her ass like she was trying to signal a mating dance.
On the way off of the field, she grinned
She wanted me badly.
“Hey man, you going out to Matt’s with us for a little victory celebration?” One of my teammates asked as we hit the showers.
“Nah. Got a little celebrating of my own planned with Briony if you know what I mean.”
“You don’t think she’s gonna seriously date you, do you? I mean, it’s Briony Kearny. Not to mention you torture her sister on the daily dude. It’s probably a prank.”
There was that, but Briony seemed cool about it, so I wasn’t worried.
I exited the shower, towel wrapped around my waist, and found a text waiting for me when I checked my phone.
Briony: So I have to take my sister home, but after that we can meet up. I think you’re going to love the reward I have for you. Here’s the address. And Grant? Come alone. I have 2 big surprises for you and I don’t want anyone ruining them.
Two big surprises, huh? Hopefully, they were underneath her clothes. Lingerie? Or maybe she was trying to make it some kind of romantic thing. Grinning, I dressed and got on the road.
I didn’t recognize the address so I put it into the gps app and followed the directions… to a fucking abandoned neighborhood? Okay, it wasn’t abandoned. It was under construction. Cool. Not weird — at all.
The rumbling of my truck came to a stop as I cut the engine. Keys slipped into the pocket of my football jersey. It was dark and quiet save for dogs barking somewhere in the distance, and the song of cicadas and crickets. The house was pleasant, but there was no sign of life.
“What the hell?”
I texted Briony to be sure I had the right address and my phone chimed instantly with a reply.
Briony: It’s the right address, big boy. I just heard your truck. Why don’t you come around the back?
There was only a moment of apprehension, and I frowned at the text. Then I just shrugged and headed round back. Call it the arrogance of youth and the delusion of invincibility being 6” 2 and the star quarterback of a winning team.
Or you can call it not thinking with my head. The memory of her breasts and sultry voice led me like a beacon through the rickety gate. The grass was high, but Briony stood on the porch, still in her cheerleader uniform. Sex radiated from her. Sex and — something else as she smirked at me. My cock stirred and yeah, none of my blood was going to my brain.
“Hey,” I grinned.
“Hey yourself.” She purred, crooking a finger at me. “Sorry for the cloak and dagger. It’s just that everyone’s in town and it’s so crowded and noisy, and ... what I have in store for you, I need privacy.”
Her words should have provoked concern, but her voice was like a hypnotic siren call and I moved towards her like a puppet on a marionette.
The steps creaked as I took them up to her. The blonde grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked me to her, effectively eradicating the distance between us, and I grunted in surprise.
“It’s no problem. I’m glad we’re finally doing this.”
The cheerleader smiled, and her eyes twinkled in the dim light. Her expression was dark and wicked, but I was too focused on her breasts and then her lips as she kissed me. It wasn’t the gentle shy kisses like the girls I’d dated so far. It was hard, hungry, and I fell into her as she dragged me inside, past the bare kitchen and into the large open room of what I supposed was the den.
There was a sheet covered mattress and candles flickering along with a bottle of vodka. Yeah, we were definitely about to party. God, the boys would never believe this.
“So am I. You’ve had it coming for so long.”
She yanked my jersey from my shoulder before pushing against my chest. I lost my balance, falling back onto the mattress to bounce once. Jesus, she was stronger than I gave her credit for — and it was so fucking hot.
“Mmm,” she moaned as she straddled me, grinding on my jean clad arousal. I groaned against her lips as my hands slid over her ass and slipped beneath the short hem of her skirt.
“Briony, you bitch. How dare you get started before we get here.”
What?
Addison and Shayla entered the room and laughed at my puzzled and arousal dazed expression as they took off their jackets and I stared lustfully as they knelt down onto the mattress with us.
“Barely,” Briony husked before she and Addison kissed.
Oh fucking A, Addison and Shayla were the two surprises? There was a God, and he fucking loved me.
Shayla opened the bottle of vodka and trailed her tongue over my ear, my cheek, before pouring some of the clear liquid into my mouth. I groaned, and she laughed.
“Such a horny boy. I bet your tiny dick is rock hard.”
Wait, what the f — but her breasts were on my face, top pulled down to expose a hard nipple while Briony ground on my cock and Addison’s hand slipped under the blonde’s skirt. I sucked eagerly and Shayla’s gasp of pleasure made me twitch before she was pouring vodka down my throat again. Addison moved down to slide my shirt up and dragged her nails down my chest. Lightly at first, but I felt the bite of them before she grasped and twisted my nipples.
“Look at him. So aroused like the little bitch he is.”
“Okay — fuck this. Listen, Briony. I appreciate the surprises. Really, I do. Your friends are as hot as you are, but if they’re gonna be bi — “My words slurred and suddenly I didn’t feel so hot.
The room spun, and I blinked rapidly.
Briony tsked. “Oh Grant, you’re in enough trouble as it is. I certainly hope you wouldn’t use the word bitches to describe my best friends.”
Addison and Shayla giggled.
“He thought we were the surprises,” Shayla murmured.
“Well, he also walked into an abandoned house in the pursuit of getting his dick wet. No one ever said he was smart.” Briony quipped.
“All brawn and no brain,” Addison replied.
What was happening? I think I asked. I was no longer sure my mouth and brain were connected to the same neural pathways, so the messages were growing more skewered as my blood warmed.
There were two Brionies, two Addisons, and their laughter echoed as they undressed. Fear. I felt it, but also I was seeing their glorious double D’s in double — so...
“You made this too easy, Grant. Get your phones ladies. We’ve got a lesson to teach this asshole.” She smiled, and that wickedness was back. “By the way — they weren’t the two surprises.”
She rose and slid off her skirt as another reverberating image of an unfamiliar figure joined the party.
“Nope.”
What? Mia?
Her face was distorted, but she was small. Petite. My eyes tried to focus and could take in the sight of her small breasts, the dips in her slender side and the—
Big eight inch cock between her legs. And that was just the length. Girth she had to be at least six inches around. A cock like that wasn’t even supposed to be real!
“Jesus fuck!” I slurred and tried to move, but the world was swaying.
It was a hallucination. It had to be. I looked at Briony for confirmation and was horrified when I saw the thick hardness of her own dick. If I’d thought Mia’s was huge, I was completely unprepared for what had to be at least ten inches of cock. Ten solid inches with a thickness I didn’t even want to think about.
This could not be fucking real.
“What the fujck?” I tried to swear.
Briony stroked her length and stared down at me as the world dimmed. Her voice singsong.
“Surpriiisseee.”