Andrew
I’m painfully aware of every inch of fabric on Hazels’ sheets. It rubs against my skin as I lay beside Hazel and Dylan on my back. My senses are heightened and I’m still so hard it’s almost painful. I need a release, especially after watching Dylan and Hazel cum.
My breathing doesn’t even have time to cool before Hazel straddles me. Her skin is so soft, and her hair falls over one of her shoulders as she presses her hands firmly against my chest.
Her hips are magic. They weave hot circles on me, grinding teasingly on my throbbing cock. She’s giving me just a taste of her warmth as her slit slides up and down my length. Hazel's nipples are so hard and pink and watching her body move on me is hypnotizing.
Dylan is behind her, kissing her shoulder. His light blue eyes burn into me. He doesn’t look away, and I don’t want him to. Watching him get hard all over again for Hazel and I brings goosebumps to my skin.
“Fuck me,” Hazel whispers.
She leans over on me and her chest slides against mine. I feel her soft hand on my cock, guiding me into her. She’s unbelievably hot and wet.
“Oh god,” I moan.
Hazel buries her face in my neck, laying rough, hungry kisses on my collar bone. I wrap my arms all the way around her, holding her down on my chest as I buck my hips up into her, slowly, almost teasingly.
“You like that, don’t you Hazel?”
Dylan’s voice is gravel. Hot, sexy, gravel.
I watch him slide his palm down her back. I’m hardly moving inside her. We sit, breathing heavily. I’m only getting harder against Hazel’s walls. I can’t help wondering what it would feel like to have Dylan’s strong, pilot hands, sliding down my spine.
He kisses Hazel’s back and I feel his hand at her rear. Her hips move on me. She’s hungry for us. She can’t control herself. I’m nearly right there with her. I think the only person who has control right now is the dark-haired, blue-eyed man on his knees.
Dylan sticks a finger inside Hazel. She gasps on top of me. Hazel is upright again, with her hands pressed on my chest, squishing her breasts between her arms as her hips roll onto us.
“You love it when we both fuck you, don’t you, Hazel?”
Dylan’s arms are moving faster, and I can only imagine how deep he is inside her.
I can feel his finger.
Can he feel my cock, pounding her insides?
Maybe I’m just imagining it. Maybe I’m just hoping.
“Yes,” Hazel moans.
She’s so incredibly sexy when she moans. I need more.
“I can’t hear you,” I growl as my hips slam upward.
“Yes!”
“Yes what?” Dylan smirks, holding her jaw from behind while his fingers work her open.
“I love it when you both fuck me!”
My moans turn into grunts when she slips out of his grip and rides us, wildly. Dylan may be teasing her, but it feels like he’s teasing me too. We’re hungry for him. Starving. He’s smirking as his perfect biceps work on her.
“Dylan.”
My voice is louder than I meant, and firmer than I meant, but I don’t care. It gets his attention. He looks at me and cocks his eyebrow like he wants to say,‘what’s the rush?’
Hazel leans forward slightly and I can feel the added pressure of Dylan entering her.
“Holy shit.”