This is real.
Brylee makes a tiny sound in the back of her throat and my gaze snaps to her. Her mouth is slack, her cheeks pink.
“What is it, Princess?”
“Why is it…? Why do I want to see you kissing, and… and touching each other? Oh God…” Her hand finally slips between her legs, her fingers teasing the edge of the lacy panties. “I need…”
“What do you need?” Ryan asks, his voice like gravel, his cock twitching.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck, this is crazy.
“Need to see you,” she breathes. “Together. Like in my dreams…”
“Oh Jesus…” Ryan mutters, his fist working up and down his cock faster, his eyes falling shut, his breathing speeding. “You dream of us?”
I can’t take any more.
Pushing Ryan back against the headboard, I grab his dick in my hand and crush our mouths together. His familiar taste explodes on my tongue, his moan shivers through my blood, and then his hand is closing around my cock, and we’re moving together.
“Good God,” Brylee whispers, and it’s a jolt to my balls, knowing she’s watching.
Shooting her a sideways glance, seeing her rapt expression, the frantic movement of her hand inside her panties, I tighten my hold on Ryan’s cock, making him curse.
Curse and haul me against him, gripping my dick as hard as I’m gripping his, kissing me with all he has. Golden hair is falling in his eyes, and I lift a hand to brush it away as I rock in his hold, pushing into his hand. He’s groaning, his dick jerking in my palm, and I hiss.
So damn close. Right on the edge.
With my free hand, I grab the top of the headboard, for leverage, rocking faster in Ryan’s grip, jacking him off faster.
Brylee is gasping, and fuck, I need to see this. Breaking the kiss, I turn my head just in time to see her come, her mouth open, her hips jerking, her eyes wide.
“Shit, Ryan, I can’t…” Can’t hold back any longer. My cock spasms, dances in his fist, my balls lurch, and I’m splashing cum all over our chests. “Fuck…”
He clamps a hand on my shoulder and grunts something against my neck, his dick rock-hard in my hold. It’s slick, slippery, and I tug on it even as I’m coming, with just enough presence of mind to make sure he’ll join me.
He does with a hoarse cry, spilling over my hand, sending a second coat of cum between us. “Christ,” he chokes out, his dick still jerking.
Brylee is sprawled back on the covers, still panting, her hands over her breasts. I wink at her, pretty winded myself.
“Holy crap,” she whispers. “This is better than my dreams.”
I have to agree.
And it gets even better when Ryan untangles himself from me just enough to grab his discarded shirt and does his best to wipe our chests clean, while asking, “Do we get to choose how the next round goes down? Because I really want to eat you up, woman.”
And Brylee says breathlessly, “Oh God, yes.”
***
It’s kind of hypnotizing, watching them. I can see why Brylee enjoyed it. Ryan is a golden flame, bending over her, and she’s the fire, white and red, embracing him. He kisses her long and deep, his powerful body moving on top of hers. He’s semi-hard, his flushed dick dragging on her pale belly, leaving shimmery snail-trails of cum.
He pins her wrists down on the mattress as he fucks her mouth with his tongue, and her hips lift restlessly, helplessly.
I’m getting hard again. Never gotten hard so fast after an orgasm since I was a randy teenager. This is nuts.
But not a dream. Definitely not a dream. My belly is tight with coiled excitement, my shoulder throbs where Ryan left a bruise—or a hickey? did he bite me?—while my balls ache pleasurably, letting me know they’ve almost emptied their quota for the day.
I don’t touch my cock. I let it fill out as I look at their rocking bodies, listen to their muffled moans, and wait to see how this will play out.