Something that had somehow ended exactly like this.
The woman I once knew as Mrs. Nelson’s chin tilted upward, as Tate rolled his hand through her hair. I placed my hands on either side of her cheeks. Gently I guided her face forward, until it was nose to nose with mine.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
I kissed her with her eyes adorably crossed, from staring so closely and deeply into mine. Our tongues danced, our lips rolled. She grunted faintly into my mouth with the exertion of getting fucked, and the idea that one of my closest friends was at the other end of her body sent my arousal levels skyrocketing into all new territory.
This is intense!
I continued kissing her, while sliding my hands underneath. Her breasts were full and beautiful, and swaying gently with the rhythm of movement. I reached out and cupped them, feeling their warmth and weight. Her nipples went rock hard against my palms.
“Jacob…”
I pulled back just enough to look into her lust-soaked eyes. They shimmered in the pinkish light, as her mouth curled into a smile.
“Let me see it.”
Serena reached for me, and I gave myself over. I was so damned hard, and had been for the better part of an hour. As her mouth finally closed over me, so impossibly warm and wet, it felt like being quenched in molten lava.
Ohhhhh… FUCK.
Soon her hand was working me at the base, as her mouth sucked me in time to Tate’s slow, deep thrusts. It was the living embodiment of every fantasy I’d ever had about this. The fulfillment of something that was always nothing more than a dream.
I… just can’t believe…
Serena bounced happily back and forth between us, spitroasted in every sense of the word. She looked born for it. Her body, built for it. I knelt proudly before her sex-flushed face, pinning her hair back so I could see her expression of pure, wanton lust. Her gorgeous lips remained locked tightly around me, as I fed her every last inch of my throbbing manhood.
I glanced up at Tate, who looked even more rapturous. I could only imagine what was going through his mind. As good as her mouth felt, I longed to be exactly where he was. I wanted my hands screwed tight to those shapely hips. I wanted the feeling of being way up inside her. Of being buried deep in that hot, wet channel, pumping away as the rhythm of our bodies became one.
Tate raised an eyebrow at me, pointing downward at her bouncing, gyrating ass. The gesture was unique. Hot and amazing.
“Yes,” I nodded eagerly. “My turn.”
Twenty-One
SERENA
The guys took me again and again, plunging desperately in and out between my warm, willing thighs. I was screwed on my back, propped up on my knees. Spun around into whatever position they wanted, whenever they wanted to switch, and those positions always accommodated the both of them, each from one end.
I was helpless, defenseless, totally theirs. My body was completely at their mercy. Their hot, sensual toy.
And I was in love with every second of it.
I loved being filled from beneath or behind, screwing my ass to meet their thrusts. And there wasn’t a moment my mouth wasn’t busy, either taking their thickness deep into my throat or being held by strong, calloused hands and kissed until I was dizzy.
At one point I came hard, grinding my hips against Jacob’s railroad spike of an erection while staring crazily into Tate’s stunning green eyes. He clasped hands with me, interlacing our fingers as I squeezed his knuckles white throughout my orgasm. In that moment we stared past the arousal, through the lust. All the way to that magical place behind the eyes, where it feels like you’re looking at someone’s soul.
After trading me off in every position and screwing me all but senseless, the boys had a palpable need for release. Tate went first, pulling out in the midst of a few dozen furious thrusts and spilling himself all over my trembling belly. The sight of all that raw heat pooling on my quivering stomach must’ve sent his friend into overload, because not even a minute later Jacob was kneeling before my face. He drizzled his hot come all over my cheeks, my lips, my neck… and the rest of it in my open, willing mouth.
We collapsed together, wordlessly, as I stared at my pink-hued ceiling. Then, a few towels later, the night got ever more surreal…
… as we were sitting around my kitchen table in our underwear, laughing and talking and eating pizza.
Strangely that was the most fun part I think, at least non-sexually. The three of us ate ravenously, making small talk and telling stories. Talking about anything and everything except what we’d just done together, almost as if it hadn’t even happened.
I learned that Tate’s father passed when he was young, and his grand-uncle had pretty much taken him under his wing. I learned that Jacob’s truck read ‘Two Brothers Landscaping’ because long ago he’d started it with his much lazier brother, who’d quit after only three weeks.
I told them some things about my divorce, but didn’t go into specifics. Eric and I had drifted apart rapidly, especially as he began the overseas trips that created an emotional barrier to go with the physical distance between us. These eroded away at whatever feelings we once had for each other, so when the papers finally came I wasn’t all too surprised.