Kai barely crushes an amused smile.
Wearing only a grin and heels, I swivel back to Francisco.
Alejandro can’t suppress his smile either.
He rolls onto his side, prompts himself on his elbow, and looks at Francisco and me, brimming with anticipation.
“You either lick her pussy,” Alejandro says. “Or I will.”
“Wait for your turn,” Francisco tosses at him, grinning.
I move closer to Francisco and straightly touch his groin.
What I couldn’t do in the bar gets done now. My hand goes to his balls and then up, trailing his hard length. Our eyes stay connected.
He is as hard as he was in the bar when I begin fingering his buttons and undoing his shirt, and he pulls his hands out of his pockets to speed up the process.
His shirt falls to the table before he flicks his belt open.
In one smooth motion, he shimmies out of his pants and kicks off his shoes. His clothes are crumpled on the floor when he sweeps them to the side with his foot.
His erection bounces, heavy, and my mouth waters. I brush all my hair over one shoulder before cuffing his erection, crouching at his feet, and giving him a few slurpy strokes.
Alejandro clears his throat while Kai laughs quietly.
“She’s good…” Alejandro rasps, adjusting his erection.
It’s stunning that he’s taken Francisco’s place, waiting his turn and enjoying the show like an authentic voyeur.
Francisco tilts his hips toward my face, so I can lick every inch of his hardness, a lopsided smirk tugging at his lips.
For these moments to happen, we’ve all pushed back our feelings and returned to the initial state of mind when our primal needs dictated our actions, and our emotions had no say in our tryst.
It turns me on to be with them again in the same room and be aware of how much they enjoy it. To draw pleasure from their pleasure.
Francisco’s hand comes to my face. And then his thumb plays with my lips while I keep sucking on him.
I sense impatience in his touch.
He takes my face in his hands, thrusts his hardness between my lips a few more times, and pulls out of my mouth before bringing me up, sweeping me off my feet, and tossing me on the bed.
The back of my head falls against Alejandro’s chest, my spine lining the bed, my legs spreading open while Francisco lowers his head and strokes my entrance with his tongue.
“Oh…” I moan, pushing my shoulders against the mattress, arching my back, and threading my fingers through Francisco’s hair. “Oh, no, no… “ I murmur, experiencing tingles and already shuddering.
Alejandro laughs against my temple.
I can’t peel my eyes away from Francisco, who rolls his lips and tongue over my clit before sucking on it.
He moves lower, my wet arousal trickling against his mouth.
I relish the tension in my body, the shaking of my limbs, and the view in front of me.
Our audience comes to mind.
Kai witnesses everything from his seat, having a perfect view of my sex. It would only take a flick of my gaze to meet his eyes, yet I lower my eyelids and lean into Alejandro’s chest, even more, averting my stare.
“He’s a fucking genius,” Alejandro rasps, watching Francisco, rapt.