It’s quite a fun number if you ask me. Makes me hard just thinking about the three of us acting it out.
Bring. It. On.
Like a flash of lightning, we pounce at one another in a haste. Kissing, touching, groping, then tearing at each other’s clothes, wanting to outdo the other. She’s feisty and I fucking love it. Pair that with her tangerine smelly stuff and, I’m a goner.
The second she rips my shirt off I pick her up, her legs instinctually wrap around my waist and her hands rake through my hair. Avery strips herself free of Weston’s shirt as we make our way down the hall into Weston’s bedroom.
The greedy man has a king size bed all to himself.
Well. He did.
It’s a shared space as of late, or according to Weston, it’s a forty/ forty/ twenty split. Forty percent for each Avery and I, and he, as the biggest person in the bunch, has the twenty percent and cannot fathom as to the why of it.
I’ll be the first to admit that I am a bed hog and I have no shame in admitting that.
I like snuggling, so when someone moves away from me in the middle of the night, I move closer to them. If you move, come towards me, not away. Simple as that. Then you will have more of the bed.
Avery slides down my body as we pass through the doorway, her ass landing on the mattress with a bounce. Her head is at just the right height as she undoes my button and zipper then pulls both my jeans and boxer briefs down to my knees in one swift motion. I’ll allow her to play a little before Weston can join us.
Then it’s game on.
She breathes out one of her sexy sighs and,God damn, I want that sound on fucking repeat. No matter how many times this girl sees my body it’s as if she is unwrapping a surprise each and every time.
Lucky me.
“Are you just going to stare at it all night?” I ask playfully as I shuffle out of my pants. Don’t worry, the socks are going too. Weston will never let me live that one down.
One time. It was one fucking time I left my socks on and now he is forever commenting about it. The asshole.
Awe, fuck. Now I’m thinking back to our time in Virginia Beach, me and him. Good God the man can suck cock. If he keeps that up all bets are off, I will grant him control every day if he so wishes.
Part of me is wanting that.
Woah, where did that thought come from?
Get back to the task at hand, Shark. No fucking time for thinking, just do what you do best. Please this woman.
“Maybe I will.” She peers at me the same time those mischievous lips flash in a grin, “or maybe I’m envisioning you in between Weston and I, helpless and at our mercy.”
Holy hell.My mouth goes dry as I see the wicked intent play out in her eyes. Her hand beings stroking my shaft and what a sight it is. I give a twitch of my cock, damn near helpless from her touch already.
This woman’s sex drive is higher than my own, and that is saying something because I am what you would call a sex fiend. She craves touch, forever is seeking the thrill of something new. She’s smart, sexy, curvy, and feisty. Not to mention, she owns more than one motorcycle.
Hell-to-the-fucking-yes.
I vaguely catch the sound of the shower turn off, signaling Weston is getting ready to head to bed.
I’ve got less than five minutes to get us into position.
Get ready Weston. This sight is going to blow-your-mind.
Recalling my thoughts from the living room, I still want to glimpse those cheek-peeking panties of hers. I take her wrists in one of my hands, pull them high above her head, then we fall back into the middle of the mattress. With my body atop hers, our tongues tangle and fight for dominance.
Sorry little miss, you’re not winning tonight.
We all are.
I break our kiss and begin my exploration of her sensuous curves. I start with trailing kisses down her neck and along her collarbone, stopping at that one lonely freckle of hers just before the tip of her shoulder and I give it a kiss. Continuing lower, I breathe a trail of cool air as I go. These full ‘C’ cups are all natural, pink and perky. They are all mine, and Weston’s of course. My hands let go of her wrists to fondle and pinch a nipple into submission. Her fingers dive into my hair, her nails raking my scalp and driving me fucking wild. I glance at her as I take a nipple into my mouth. Her eyes are closed, body arched into mine, pure lust coursing through her veins and a flush growing on her skin.