A tight coil in the pit of my stomach grew tighter and brighter, every snap of my hips driving me closer and closer to madness. I knew Julia was barely holding on, so I finally took pity.
“Alright, baby,” I cooed. “You’ve been a really good girl. Do you want to come?”
Julia nodded, mumbling what I could only assume was apleasearound Dylan’s cock.
I reached around her hips and dragged my fingers over her sensitive clit, drawing tight circles against her as I pistoned in and out.
“Come for us, Julia. That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
She came with a muffled shout, the orgasm rippling through her body. I could feel the heat radiating off her , small beads of sweat beginning to form on her ivory skin. I wasn’t far behind her, emptying myself inside her with a deep groan.
“Come here,” Dylan said to her gently, helping her to her feet. He lifted her into his arms and placed her in his lap, sitting down on the couch with her straddling his thighs.
Julia sank down on his cock, rolling her hips along his length. He mouthed at her breasts and grabbed greedily at her ass.
“Oh,God,” she gasped. “D-Dylan, I’m—”
“That’s okay, sweetheart. Take your time. Do what feels good.”
“You’re both…” She swallowed hard. “Why are you both still dressed?”
I chuckled, shucking off my dress shirt. “Oh, I get it. You want a little eye candy while we fuck you?”
Her grin was devilish. “Yes. Fair’s fair.”
Dylan chuckled, cupping her cheeks in his hands. “Focus on me, sweetheart. Mr. Chatty doesn’t get all your attention to himself. Help me with my buttons?”
She giggled, riding him slowly as her fingers nimbly undid the front of his shirt. She dipped down to kiss his shoulder, groaning against the crook of his neck as Dylan took control, locking her in his arms as he thrust up into her, slow but powerful.
“Oh,” she moaned. “Oh, God, I—”
“Don’t hold back, sweetheart. I want the whole damn hotel to know how good you feel.”
I combed my fingers through her hair and held it back for her. L oose, sweat-soaked strands framed her beautiful oval face. The sounds she was making were downright erotic, her face screwed up in pleasure. Julia came a second time, her eyes rolling back as a broken cry bubbled past her lips.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Dylan murmured against her breasts. “You’re a goddamn vision.”
Julia slumped forward, circling his neck with her arms. She smiled dopily against his shoulder while I dipped down to press light kisses against the nape of her neck.
There was a soft sound at the front door as Red inserted his keycard, finally arriving from the restaurant downstairs with to-go bags in hand. He set them aside on the nearest table, his eyes dragging appreciatively over Julia’s beautiful nakedness.
“Welcome to the party, pal,” I joked.
Red snorted. “Didn’t even take you to bed first, those fucking animals.” He walked over and scooped her up gingerly like fine crystal, tenderly kissing her lips. “Come on, sweetheart. It’s my turn.”
He carried her to his room, setting her down on the edge of his bed. He spread her legs apart, stamping a line of soft kisses against her inner thighs. Dylan and I joined Julia on the bed, l ying on either side of her as we kissed and touched wherever possible.
Dylan kissed her passionately while I teased her nipples with the tip of my tongue. Red worked her clit with his fingers, gripping her firmly with his free hand to keep her from trembling straight off the bed.
“Look at that cute little blush,” Dylan murmured against her cheek. “You’re so fucking pretty, sweetheart.”
“Red,” she whined. “Gentler, please. I’m r-really sensitive after they…”
Red nodded. “I’ll go slow for you.”
Dylan guided her hand down to his cock, wrapping her fingers around his shaft. She stroked him slowly through every desperate kiss we gave her. When Red slipped his fingers inside, Julia’s back arched, a silent gasp catching in her throat. I nibbled on her earlobe, humming lowly.
“That’s it, baby. Close your eyes. Let us make you feel good.”