I can picture what he’s picturing, and my own erection is aching. I fucking love watching Corey pound a beautiful woman, and Marlene would just be otherworldly.
“Upstairs,” Corey orders, “Now. I need you.”
His tone brooks no argument, and I have no desire to protest. The two of us hasten up the stairs, and along the way, clothes are lost along the living room floor, the staircase, and the hallway, so that both of us are bare by the time we reach our bedroom.
The moment we cross the threshold, we come together like magnets, our lips fusing in a passionate kiss. His hand finds its way down to my cock and he starts to stroke me. He guides me toward the bed and when the backs of my legs hit the mattress, he relinquishes his grip on my dick and shoves me down.
I scoot into the middle of the mattress while he rummages in our nightstand drawer for a bottle of lube. He pours some into his palm, then slicks it over my cock. “Really got you riled up, didn’t I?” I remark with a grin.
“Yeah, yeah, now shut up and fuck me.”
I chuckle. “Well, have a seat and I will,” I reply.
After a few moment’s prep and a little more lube, Corey sinks down onto my cock. I see his eyes roll back in his head a bit before the fall close. “Holy fuck,” he groans as I fill him to the hilt.
His tight ass grips me like a vice, and my hips buck, driving me in deeper. Corey groans again and I hold his hips in place so I can pump my cock into him from below, starting slow and gentle. “Fuck, you feel so good,” his head falls back.
With every thrust, his cock bounces, and before long, the temptation becomes too much for me. I reach down and grab it, jerking him off while I thrust up into his ass.
Corey lets out a feral growl of pleasure, and despite my grip on his hips, starts to move with me, riding my dick in earnest. “That’s right, you can’t get enough of this fucking cock, can you?” I ask breathlessly.
The glint in his eyes tells me he’s ready with a snarky retort, so I just happen to punctuate the question with a rough thrust up into him that makes him cry out in pleasure. “Oh my fucking god, Andrei!”
His shaft pulses in my fist, and precum is practically pouring from the head. I’m getting really fucking close, but I know he’s right there with me. As my climax slowly approaches, my thrusts and the movements of my first get sloppier, more erratic, but Corey seems too caught up in the pleasure to really notice.
“I’m gonna fucking cum,” he announces, the words half whimper.
I keep up the pace, railing him hard and pumping his cock like a jackhammer until I feel his whole body tense. He blows his load, his cum dripping all over my fingers, and his orgasm triggers my own release.
It feels like everything I have gushes out of me, the orgasm lighting up every inch of my body and then draining me, and as I slowly come down from the high, I can feel a bone-deep exhaustion setting in.
“That was fucking amazing,” I mumble, eyes shuttered by lids I can’t lift.
They feel like they’re weighted with anchors. Corey chuckles and I feel him leaning closer. His lips brush mine, then he flops down beside me. “So you seriously want to try and bring Marlene to bed with us?” he asks.
I find the strength to hoist the anchors and open my eyes. “If you do,” I reply, searching his face.
“I do,” he admits.
“So, we make her an offer. And sure, shecanrefuse, but why would she want to?”
Chapter Five
Marlene
I’m feeling surprisingly light as I make my way to Corey and Andrei’s place the next morning. Asking them had gone well, and then the rest of game night had been completely normal and fun. So regardless of their decision today, it’s a weight off my chest just to know that asking them hadn’t damaged our friendship. I don’t know what I’d do without them.
But even so, I’m nervous. I have exactly zero idea what their decision might be, and while I’ve tried not to, I think some part of me has my heart set on one of them being the father of my kid. Or, rather, donor, I keep correcting myself.
If they say no, of course I’ll understand, and I’ll respect it a hundred percent, but that doesn’t mean I won’t feel a little bit of disappointment.
When I pull up to their house, the nervous butterflies in my stomach go from a landed state of casual fluttering to fully in flight and bouncing around. But it’s still not half as bad as yesterday. I cringe just thinking about it.
I head for the front door on legs that feel about as solid as Jell-O and wonder the whole time how I don’t stumble. I raise my hand to knock, but before my hand can hit the surface, it disappears from under my knuckles, the door swinging open.
I quickly yank my fist back before I end up knocking on Andrei’s sternum. “Sorry!”
“My fault, I saw your car pull up,” he explains, “Guess I timed that just right. Come on in, breakfast is almost ready.”