Brett groaned as her fingers slipped inside his drawstring pants. She curled her hand around his hard dick and squeezed twice as she guided it out.
“Cut it out, or this is going to end much too fast,” he warned her.
She nipped at his chin playfully.
“You wouldn’t—”
The rest was lost in a moan when Brett pulled her to the very edge of the table so that the tip of his cock brushed against her folds. Holding his gaze, she guided him inside her, first with her hand, then by wrapping her legs around him and pressing him ever closer.
They’d been lovers for over ten years, he’d been in her body too many times to count, and still it felt like the first time all over again as her drenched pussy enveloped him.
“Lisa…”
His fingers tightened on her hips. He was afraid that, if he let go, he’d surrender all of his self-control.
“Take me,” she breathed against his mouth. “Come on, don’t make me ask again.”
His hips jerked forward in answer to her words, pushing him all the way inside her. She closed her eyes and leaned back a little, propping herself up with her hands behind her on the table. The change of angle was slight, but when Brett pulled back and thrust in again, they both moaned.
With each trust of Brett’s hips, the table bumped against the half-wall that separated the kitchen from the living room. It’d leave a mark on the drywall—the same mark they’d left behind the headboard in the bedroom—but Brett didn’t care one bit. How could he care about such an insignificant thing when Lisa’s moans were urging him on; when her eyes dared him to take her faster, harder; when her body yielded so sweetly to each push of his own inside her?
Her breasts bounced in the confines of her lacy bra, and he tried to lower his face to them, but doing so he almost slipped out of her.
“No!” Lisa protested, her legs clenching around him to pull him closer again.
Brett growled, his frustration only fueling his thrusting further.
“Aww, you didn’t wait for me. I’m hurt.”
Without pausing or slowing down, Brett looked up to see Leo enter the apartment and come toward them. He pretended to pout, but the slightest curve at the corners of his lips betrayed that he wasn’t upset—or even surprised. Standing on the other side of the half-wall, he looked on with hungry, gleaming eyes.
Tilting her head back to look at him upside down, Lisa said in a strangled voice, “Not going to join in?”
He affected a thoughtful expression.
“Hmm, I’m not sure. You seem to be doing fine without me. What do you think, Brett?”
Several seconds passed, marked with the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh, before Brett managed to form words.
“I think… Her breasts… You should…”
His near-incoherence caused Leo to chuckle, but he seemed to get what Brett couldn’t properly articulate. Rounding the wall and entering the kitchen, he tugged his t-shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor with the rest of their clothes before climbing onto the table behind Lisa. Without disrupting Brett’s rhythm, he settled against Lisa’s back, his legs on either side of hers, dangling over the edge of the table.
No longer needing to support herself, Lisa leaned back against his chest and raised both hands to Brett’s shoulders, clutching them hard enough that he felt the pinpricks of her nails digging into his skin.
Leo held Brett’s gaze as he reached around Lisa with both hands and tugged her bra down, freeing her beautiful breasts.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his lips brushing against Lisa’s ear with each word.
Brett grunted. He felt like fire was shooting through his veins, propelling him closer and closer to his release.
“Touch her,” he demanded, more harshly than he meant to, as his own hands slid down to cup Lisa’s ass and raise her an inch higher, changing the angle so that Brett could slide deeper, his cock brushing against her most sensitive area with each thrust.
Lisa’s eyelids had fallen to half-mast, but they opened wide again when Leo caressed her breasts with his fingertips, circling her nipples without touching them.
“Like this?” Leo asked in his most innocent voice.
Brett didn’t know whether to laugh or growl. What came out of his throat sounded like a strange mix of both.
“Or like this?”
With Leo’s last words, he finally touched her nipples, pinching each between thumb and forefinger. Lisa jerked in between them, a cry torn from her throat that zinged straight to Brett’s cock and balls. He twisted his hips in reply, pulling a second cry from her.
She let go of Brett and covered Leo’s hands with hers instead—to stop him or encourage him, Brett couldn’t have said. Her breasts were very sensitive, but she loved when they played with her nipples. Just the thought of closing his mouth over one tight little bundle of nerves made Brett salivate, and his fangs weren’t far from coming out again.