“Does it feel good?” Dave looked up at me, his mouth sticky with my juices.
I pressed his face deeper between my legs. “Oh my God! It feels amazing!”
“I love licking you. You pussy tastes like the sweetest honey. I could lick you forever. But I can’t hold off. The smell of you … the feel of you … I need to fuck you now.”
I looked down at him. His eyes had darkened and I could see the intense animal desire reflected in them. He pulled me down alongside his hard body and moved his lips back up my skin, seeking out my mouth. I could taste my own juices as he clamped his mouth on mine. The intensity of his desire was palpable as he thrust his cock deep into my sopping pussy.
I tried to control my breathing as he reached down and thumbed my swollen clit, stroking it. He kissed me hard and deep as he pushed his shaft deep inside of me and rubbed my nub. Pulling away momentarily, he moaned “You are so fucking hot, Beverly,” then plunged further into me.
I arched my back, giving him deeper access. I wanted every last inch of his cock buried deep inside of me. Flicking my eyes open, I could see his face was intense. I could hardly see the man in them anymore. They were glazed over, wild with animal lust. I groaned with delight as he filled me deeply with his massive cock, stretching me wider than I ever dreamed possible.
“Oh my God, Dave … Dave! My pussy is on fire!”
“I’ll show you some fire,” his breath hot on my mouth, he kissed me deeply and wrapped me even tighter in his arms. I could feel his balls slapping against me as his cock hammered into me, causing waves of pleasure to race through my body.
His firm hand stroking my sensitive clit, his mouth deep inside mine, his cock buried in my pussy … I could hardly stand it anymore. He wouldn’t let up, and kept thrusting his massive cock into my aching pussy again and again, covering me with kisses as he stroked my aching nub. I grabbed his hair and felt myself coming, feeling every part of my body let go in ecstasy.
As I erupted in orgasm, I could feel the tension in his body release; his cum filling my body at the same time. Breathing heavily, he rolled over and pulled me along with him, holding me tightly against his body in an embrace.
As he held me, he whispered in my ear. “I need to talk to you…”
27
He sounded so serious. A million thoughts were running through my mind. What did he want to talk about? What if he didn’t want Todd in our relationship? What if he no longer wanted me?
“What Dave? What do you want to talk about?” I asked, concerned.
“Well, I admit, I…” Dave lowered his eyes.
I could tell he was having trouble coming up with what to say.
“Tell me!” I could hardly stand it.
“I think that...” Just as Dave started to spill his guts his cell phone rang with that special ringtone he’d set for Todd’s calls. He reached for the phone. “If it was anyone else but my parents or Todd…
I nodded as he put it on speaker.
“Hey bro,” Dave rubbed his chin. “I got you on speaker.”
“When are you coming back Todd?” I yelled into the phone.
“This sucks guys, but it doesn’t look like I will be able to get away from here for a while.” Todd’s voice sounded strained.
“What’s going on, Todd?” Dave furrowed his brows.
“Just got a few things I have to take care of.”
“Anything we can help you with?” I replied.
“No, I gotta go,” Todd mumbled, but Dave persisted.
“We can easily drive over,” Dave said.
“No!” Todd said. “It’s nothing I can’t handle—just business. Do not come out here. I will catch up with you both later.”
As Todd hung up, a knot settled in my stomach. I was so looking forward to him returning to the apartment. Even though he hadn’t been gone that long, I missed him already. His warmth, his baby blue eyes, his toothy grin, the touch of his hands … and then it hit me. I realized how much I had fallen for him … I loved him. I wanted to be with him and Dave all the time.
But, pushing my disappointment aside, I realized there was something in his voice that made me feel uneasy.
Dave and I exchanged sharp looks. I could tell he sensed something was wrong also. Though Todd had gone out of his way to sound casual, I had detected an undercurrent of tension and nerves in his voice.
I wrinkled my brow. “He just doesn’t sound like himself.”
“We need to figure out what’s going on,” Dave said, frowning. “Something is not right here.”
“I’m worried.” It wasn’t what Todd said, it was how he’d said it. Just the little way he raised his voice on certain words was a tip off, one that only someone very familiar with him like us would notice. “Let’s drive out to the pizzeria.”