Chloe is sittin’ in my lap, in full-on rider’s position – chest to chest, pussy to cock – as my boy Mac smashes toward the cabin we’re staying in tonight since my brother is smashin’ his new wifey in Mac’s, and the Brayshaw cabin is occupied by another fucked up, wannabe couple.
When Mac asked me earlier if I was up for partying, there was no question what he meant, and the answer was a quick and easy hell fuckin’ yeah, but he knew that before he brought it up.
This kind of fun isn’t new to us, our threesome game’s strong.
And what else would you do when your boy goes and gets himself a girl other than have a solid, sweaty, party for three?
So, yeah, easy decision.
Mac hits a small ditch, and my right hand flies up to grip the roll bar, my left, squeezing onto Chloe’s thigh a little harder.
She bites into her bottom lip, her eyes repeatedly sliding to her man, a little unsure he’s really on board with what’s about to go down even though he kissed her and eased her down when I first pulled her onto me.
He senses her hesitation and slows, now coasting down the final stretch to her cabin. His eyes slide to mine, so I reach between us to keep the steering wheel straight while he grabs Chloe by the chin and takes her mouth.
My dick grows beneath her and after another swipe of his tongue, she does what he wants, and starts grinding, seeking out the pressure her body needs.
“There you go, baby,” he hums, slowly pulling away and refocusing on driving.
I’m hard as fuck now, ready to slide inside something warm, her mouth first if I have my way.
I grip her ass and tug her closer and she gasps, but her hips roll a little deeper, fighting to feel what I’ve got to offer.
Within a minute, Mac is parking and looking to me. “Ready?”
“Ask your girl.” I smirk.
The two laugh and the three of us climb out.
Chloe unlocks the door and I stay on her heels, following her inside while Mac trails in behind me.
They’ll be no waiting, no drinks to blame the night on or lead up necessary.
Everyone in this room is horny and ready to roll, and not one of us is known to be shy when it comes to sex.
Chloe stands in the center of the room, her eyes trailing Mac as he walks toward the stereo in the left corner. Not thirty seconds later, music streams low through the room, what songs, I have no clue, ‘cause my blood is pumping too hard and quick to pay that much attention.
When Mac’s heavy footsteps sound that he’s back, I start us off.
“So, what up, Mac?” I grab a piece of Chloe’s hair, sliding it between my fingers with my eyes locked on hers. “Same as with the others, equal reign?” I cut a glance over my shoulder as he walks up.
He grips her hand, tugging her along as he drops his ass on the edge of the couch a few feet in front of me.
I stand back, watching, waiting for them to work out what they need before we can play.
It’s a necessary move when you party with a couple.
There has to be rules.
She’s his to have, with the exception of tonight.
Mac locks eyes with her, sliding his fingertips over her jaw.
“Nah, my man, not this one,” he rasps, and Chloe’s hand flies up to grip his wrist as her breathing picks up. “Tell him, Chlo.” He cocks his head. “What can he have, hm?”
“Everything.” Her answer is instant, her hand dragging his down her body until his fingertips are hooking into the top of her dress and tugging it down just over her left tit. “Everything but this,” she adds in a whisper.
Mac’s hands meet the backs of her thighs, pushing the thin material of her dress up and over her perky ass, teasing me with her bright blue thong.