I watch her carefully, timing myself when he takes that candy-shaped nipple in his lips, and at that exact moment, I run my nose across her panties, bottom to top.
Her scent fills my nostrils, triggering a flood of lust. It’s like I can imagine her pussy spread out in front of me, inviting, warm as her mouth.
Half-starved, I begin eating her pussy from outside her panties, mouthing the lips with my tongue and teeth, humming so she can feel the vibration through the fabric. She tries to pull away but I hold onto her thighs, clamping them around my ears.
Chance has her in his arms, practically lifting her off the sofa as he sucks her tits, pulling them up and then letting them pop out of his mouth with a slurp. Chelsea moans and rocks against us, matching her rhythm to ours, somehow egging us on and submitting at the same time.
She has soaked through the panties, so I finally just rip them off her and feast my eyes on the beautiful flower spread out in front of me. Plump lips with downy, dark hair that’s shaved into a triangle. The frilled layers of her inner sex unfolding like flower petals. Bubblegum pink and glistening, throbbing as they swell.
As I watch, her hole winks open, and the muscles release a stream of juice that trickles between her cheeks toward her asshole.
I don’t want to let that go to waste, so I dive down, catching the droplets on the tip of my tongue as I slurp them back up. She’s delicious and fragrant, as delicate as a peony, as sweet as a dirty martini.
I feel that Chance knows I’m going to make her come. I can’t stop now. She’s too delicious. Prying her pussy lips open with my thumbs, I dive in with my tongue, spearing her hole with the tip then licking back up to trace circles around pretty, pink pearl. Over and over, in ornate curlicues, I work that path again and again until I feel her begin to clench. Then I just suck on her clit, holding it gently between my teeth while my tongue vibrates flat against it.
Chelsea cries out, an animal moan that emanates from the depths of her chest. I feel it against my teeth. Chance and I hold her between us, suspended like an acrobat in a circus. She can’t escape now. Not ever.
I lick her over and over, savoring every drop. When I open my eyes, Chance is grinning at me with her tit deep inside his mouth, filling his cheeks. He smiling somehow, and flips me a playful thumbs up.
Finally she begins to relax again, and I feel the deep quake in her limbs, the bliss and exhaustion I know so well. That’s exactly where I wanted to bring her. What a good girl.
Somehow I find myself next to her, with Chance on the other side. We both cradle her between us, brushing her hair back from her damp forehead, kissing the worry lines from between her eyebrows until she completely relaxes.
It’s so good, I can almost forget about the throbbing hard-on in my trousers. I thought I could ignore it, but now I am not so sure.
Chance glances at me too, shrugging helplessly. I know he said this was just for her, but…
The blare from the baby monitor brings us all back to our senses. Chance rolls his eyes and glares at the ceiling. I silently pray that naptime isn’t over, that the kids will somehow miraculously fall back to sleep.
I feel Chelsea become more alert, then watch her smile just a little bit. The baby monitor makes another noise of warning, and Chelsea yawns luxuriously, finally opening her eyes in sleepy slits.
“That’s for me, I suppose?” she asks in a sultry voice that makes me want to say no.
“I can get them," Chance offers.
She pushes herself up to sitting, taking a moment to run her fingers over the outlines of my hard-on, as if to confirm what she already knew: I am ready to explode.
“Deal is a deal,” she shrugs sweetly. “And besides, we have all the time in the world, don’t we?”
Chapter 13
Chelsea
The baby monitor squawks again, chilling the mood considerably. I arch my back and stretch, feeling like a lizard in the sun. A very happy lizard.
Okay, that sounded weird.
A voice comes through the baby monitor, a rising call that sounds a lot like “Daaaaaaddyyyyy.” Wriggling to the end of the giant sofa, I glance around for a robe or something, but there isn’t anything. I guess I’m just going to be parading around naked, so that’s that.
I figured I could just jump in, but then I notice I am… well, sticky.
“Actually… if one of you can go calm the troops,” I suggest, “I could jump in the shower and then maybe take them for a dip in the pool? Some outside time?”
Chance raises his eyebrows. “Already? You sure you just want to jump in?”
“That’s how I roll,” I shrug, raising my arms over my head and taking a long, powerful stretch. Jack’s eyes slide from my toes all the way up to my armpits, unabashed and bold.
“I will only be a moment,” I assure Chance as I sashay toward the bathroom, feeling as at home as I can imagine.