I should stop this. I should pull away. We can’t cross this line. We can stick to sharing her, and not give in to each other.
But Stephen’s eyes lock with mine as he leans forward and slides his tongue along my dick, and any semblance of fight drains from my body.
Fuck it.
I’ve fantasized about this moment for the last year.
Instead of pushing him off me, I lift my hand and grip the coppery curls at the top of his head, forcing myself inside his mouth and setting the pace. He breathes through his nose, and lets me fuck his face the way he knows I need to be in control.
“That’s it, Stephen,” I whisper. “Let me shut this mouth up for a while. God, you always talk so much, I’ve wanted to fill it with my cock since the day I met you.”
He whimpers, reaching into his own pants to relieve his ache.
My beauty bends down and wraps her tongue around my balls, and my toes curl into the carpet. I’m not going to last, but I don’t want this moment to end. The second I spill my release, the spell breaks and I’ll fall into post-orgasm clarity.
I’m not ready to stop yet. I haven’t nearly had my fill of these two.
I yank Stephen off of me, and pull him by his hair until he’s standing. We dive for each other’s mouths in a crushing kiss. He grips onto my jaw, holding me like he’s afraid I’ll pull back. And I should. But his scent surrounds me; his arms wrap around me; and his taste is on my lips. I can’t go back now. Stephen McKinley is etching himself into my bones, pouring himself into my blood. After tonight, he’ll be my oxygen, and I won’t know how to breathe without him.
Yet I can’t seem to care at the moment.
I reach for her, needing her close, and she joins us so we’re a mix of lips and tongues and panting moans. She’s the catalyst. The conductor. The one who made this all happen. I don’t knowher yet, but I vow to. Something in her calls to me, and I want to show her that I can be whatever she needs me to be.
I break the kiss and lift her into my arms, turning to lay her on my bed. “What’s your name, baby?”
“Presley,” she whispers.
I yank off her shoes while she unbuttons her pants and shimmies them down her hips. Stephen pulls them off the rest of the way and tosses them along with her top into a pile with his own clothes.
I lean on my elbows and settle between Presley’s thighs. I can smell her sweet arousal, the wet spot soaking through her red thong letting me know how turned on she is.
I glance up at Stephen who’s watching over my shoulder. “Bet she’s got a pretty pussy. What do you think?”
He kneels beside me and toys with her nipple while she squirms underneath us. “I bet you’re right. Why don’t you have a taste and let me know how good she is?”
I pull her panties to the side and admire her glistening skin. “God damn, you’re perfect.”
Presley’s hand slides through my hair to the back of my head, and she lifts her hips, bringing herself closer to my mouth.
I chuckle at her impatience. “What’s the matter, baby? You need me to make you feel better? You look like you’re aching, all swollen and wet.”
She moans as I drop a few light kisses to her clit. “Please, Chance.”
I drag my tongue along her from bottom to top, swirling around her clit before making my way back down to repeat the motion. “Mmm, fuck. You taste incredible.”
Her moans fill the air, and Stephen swirls his tongue around her nipple while I lap at her, spreading her legs wider so I can feast.
Stephen kisses his way down to where my mouth is, and I shift over so he can join his tongue with mine. It’s erotic, stroking his tongue at the same time as her pussy, the taste of her mixing with the taste of him.
It’s intoxicating.
I sit up on my knees and Stephen takes over, kneeling in my spot on the bed while he works her over.
“Slip a finger inside,” I instruct.
Stephen inserts his middle finger, and Presley bucks off the mattress, letting out a loud moan.
“Yes, more,” she pants. She lifts her eyes to mine. “Please.”