I study her face when I stop kissing her. There’s so much more to know. So many more little tidbits of information to ask for. So many more opportunities to claim her in ways that will last far longer than the heat of what we’ll do here in my bedroom.
And then I reach under her ass and push her up to the middle of the bed. I open her legs and look down at her *. It’s wet from the bath as well as her arousal. It’s been professionally waxed very recently. I know this because when I sweep my tongue between her folds, it’s smooth.
She bucks her back and I take my lips to her belly. It’s flat. Too flat. It reminds me she needs to eat more, and that reminds me that we still have a dinner date waiting to be rescheduled.
She wants to be loved.
I want to take her to dinner.
She wants me to kiss her like I’d kiss my wife on her wedding night.
I want to dress her up and put her on my arm.
I crawl up her body, licking her soft skin that smells like my soap, and then stop at her nipple. I rest my mouth over it and she takes a little gasp of air. Like she needs it to tide her over until she can gulp it in. My tongue swirls around, stopping at her peak. And my dick, which is already hard, gets even harder as her nipple bunches together in my mouth.
I tip my head up to see if she’s watching, but she’s turned her cheek to the side. Her eyes are squeezed tightly closed, and she’s biting her lip.
My wife would like it soft.
This girl wants it hard.
And as if she’s reading my mind, Blue’s fingertips weave through my hair and grab hold. “More,” she whispers.
“More what?” I answer her back.
“More of everything.”
I want more of everything too. More talking. More questions. More answers. More tension as we wonder what will happen next.
But I don’t want it all at once.
And I don’t want more fucking.
I don’t want to take so much that there’s nothing left. I don’t want to use her up. I want to save her for later.
She arches her back so that her breasts press against my chest. “Please,” she says, urging me to continue. “You promised me.”
I crawl up her body further and place my hands on either side of her head as I stare down into her face. She turns so she’s looking me straight on and she knows she’s not going to get what she wants. She’s going to get what she asked for.
“Please don’t do this,” she whispers.
I can see the lust in her eyes. “I’ll love you, but you have to let me.”
“Fuck me,” she says with even more urgency. “I need it, Ark. I really do.”
I lean down and kiss her mouth. Her hands are fisting my hair now, trying desperately to pull me closer. I put my knee between her legs and she opens them wider for me. Another small squeak escapes, and again, this makes her pause. She bites her lip and looks up at me. “Now,” she says.
“Get yourself off,” I tell her. “Put your fingers inside yourself and get yourself off.”
“No,” she whines. “You said you’d love me like your wife on her wedding night. I want that, Ark. Do it.”
I don’t even know how to answer her, but I don’t have to. Because at that moment, we hear the front door opening.
JD is home.
I flop to the side of Blue and place my hand on her belly as we wait for him to find us. He calls her name a few times and for whatever reason, she doesn’t answer.
But he does find us. He walks into the room and sees us on the bed, naked. My dick is hard and her fingers are between her legs. “What’s this?” he asks, looking at me.
I shrug. “She wants to be fucked.”
“Well.” He puts on his charming smile he uses for all the whores on the street. “I can certainly accommodate.” His hands go behind his neck and he lifts his shirt over his head in one fluid movement. His bare chest is well-muscled from the gym we frequent, and his biceps flex and contract as he unzips his pants and drops them to the floor. He crawls into the bed on the other side of Blue and swipes a stray piece of hair from her eyes. “What’ve you guys been doing?” he asks with a wink.
Blue’s hand rests on top of mine and she squeezes. It’s a request. A plea, maybe. To stay here with them. To be a part of… whatever it is.
“Just getting past the formalities,” I tell him.
“Yeah?” he asks with a smile. “So everyone is satisfied? I’m too late for this party?”
“No,” Blue says. “We haven’t even started.”
He leans down, both hands holding her face like he owns her, and kisses her on the lips. It’s long. And lingering. And hot as hell. Blue draws up a leg and it hits my hard cock, draining the love I was feeling only moments ago and filling me back up with lust.
I know how bad she’s aching. I know she’s got a problem that JD will be very happy to accommodate once he figures it out. And I know there’s no way in hell I’m gonna walk off and let him have her all to himself.
So I scoot back down to her * and take a swipe at it with my tongue. She moans immediately. JD squeezes her tits, which only stimulates her more.
“You want to fuck us both, don’t you, Blue? You want to be our house slut?”
“Yes,” she tells him back. “Fuck me, JD. Please. Fuck me.”
JD gets up on his knees and then looks over at me. “Top or bottom, Ark?”
I get up and walk over to the dresser and pull out a video camera. When I turn back to JD and the little red light is on, he smiles. I take a seat on a chair with a good view and point my camera at them. “You first,” I tell him. “Make it dirty.”
I watch them fuck. I get it all on camera. JD rams his cock into her so hard she screams. He shoves his giant cock down her throat so far she chokes.
I fist my dick and pump it the whole time. And after he comes on her face, I stand up, hand the camera to JD, flip her over, shove her head into the mattress, and fuck her in the ass until she collapses underneath me.
If she wants it nasty, I can do nasty.
If she wants to be used like a slut, I’m happy to make her dreams come true.
I slap her on the ass. “Thanks, Blue.”
And then I go back into my bathroom and get in the shower. Feeling more like a dirty whore than she probably does.