I don’t count on a hand snaking out of the tangle to snag my arm.
“Fuck.” I almost topple over when Ryan hauls me closer. “What…?”
He sits up, and we both look down on Brylee who’s squirming and breathing hard, her heavy tits rising and falling, her mouth red from Ryan’s kiss.
Prettiest girl ever.
“Kiss her,” he says simply, and drags her panties down her long legs. “Don’t be jealous now.”
I chuckle as he dives between her legs, spreading them wider, dragging his tongue between her folds, making her groan.
Leaning over her, I silence her, tasting Ryan’s spice on her tongue, mingled with her sweetness. She gasps and arches under me, and I wonder if Ryan is fingerfucking her, too, or only using his tongue, and how good he is at this.
He sure sucked me like a pro the other day.
The memory of that, coupled with Brylee’s needy sounds and urgent kissing is enough to get me hard and raring to go again.
Her back lifts off the bed, her eyes widening, her nails leaving furrows in my arms where she’s gripping me. “Oh crap,” she gasps. “Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod.”
She’s close.
And I want to hear her get really loud. So instead of kissing her more, I lower my head to her tits. I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw them, back at my apartment. So lush, begging to be licked and kneaded, her nipples a perfect fit for my mouth.
As I fasten my lips over one diamond-hard nub, using my fingers to tug on the tip of the other breast, she cries out my name.
And then Ryan’s name.
Her head tosses right and left, and her hands jerk up to my head, her fingers twisting in my short hair. Her cries fill the room.
She’s losing it. Losing control, losing the battle as we both work her over. I suck hard on her nipple, flicking the other one with my fingers, twisting it a little, and she’s gone.
My cock jerks at the keening sound of her release, tiny pinpricks of pain along my scalp as her fingers jerk in my hair.
Shit, I… I’m about to…
Sitting back, I grab my dick, pull one, two, three times, and I’m coming, striping her body with long ropes of cum.
A hand lands on my shoulder, and I find Ryan doing the same, his hand moving fast over his cock. I watch his face, those pale-lashed eyes, that soft mouth, that square jaw, see the moment he comes undone. He grimaces as if in pain and hunches over, his stomach clenching into a six-pack as he shoots his load over Brylee’s legs and belly and tits, crosshatching with mine.
Brylee blinks, delicate copper brows lifting. She glances down at her cum-striped body, then up to us.
Will she freak out? We’ve already done a lot tonight she probably hasn’t done before, let alone with two guys.
She frowns and lifts her hands in question.
My grin is sheepish. I shrug.
Ryan grins.
Then she lets her head fall back with a soft snort. “Boys…”
A weight lifts off my chest, and I laugh as I look around for something to clean her up, and I sure wish that this would last. This blissful lightness and happiness when everything is exactly as it should be. When I’m with the two people I wanna be, and everything’s fucking right with the world.
I wish tonight could last forever.
***
We shower together in Ryan’s big-ass shower, and then lie back to sleep on his big-ass bed, after stripping the dirty sheets. Making the bed in fresh gray linen, naked and grinning as we glance at each other, is… fun.