Three Alpha Romeo

I tightened my grip, locking my palms into the smooth valley of warm flesh just above her lovely hips. When she didn’t react, I squeezed even harder.

“Mmmpphhh…”

There it was; that little flare of pain. That tiny flinch that caused her to clamp down from the inside, gripping my hard, thrusting cock just that much tighter.

She was close. I’d only been with her a couple of times, and I knew that already. I’d watched Marcus plow her into near oblivion, and now I was hitting just the right spots. It was insanely hot, watching her glide up and down on me. Seeing her struggle to keep her other lover in her mouth, as her body tensed and her muscles locked and she inched that much closer to orgasm.

“Not yet,” I told her, leaning in from behind. “Not until we’ve had all of you…”

I withdrew and dropped to my knees, burying my face into her from behind. Andrea jumped like she’d been hit with an electric shock. She squirmed forward, but only for a moment. Only until she realized what I was about to do, and then she was screwing back against my hot, eager tongue.

“Oh GOD yes...”

She had just enough time to gasp the words before Marcus’s hand guided her head. He shoved himself back into her mouth, bowing her cheeks out with every thrust of his impressively hard cock.

In the meantime, I absolutely gorged myself on her pussy. My tongue slid up and down, dragging wetly over her lips. Lapping tentatively at her engorged clit, before diving back inside to exploring her swollen depths. Down below, my cock ached to be back inside. I stroked it a few times to keep it ready for her, but nothing felt as good as being buried inside that soft, gorgeous body.

She grew close again, and for a moment I considered bringing her off this way. Just letting her shower my face with her hot juices, screwing herself against my chin while she moaned and gasped around her latest lover.

But Marcus had other plans.

Before I knew what was happening, I was suddenly face to face with her again. Marcus had taken her by the hips and spun her completely around. He nudged forward, readying himself to enter her as Andrea pressed her mouth to my glazed, glistening lips. She was too far gone, now. She began kissing me all slow and sultry, biting my lip, sucking my tongue. Totally drunk with the need to come.

“Please…” she whispered into my mouth. “Make me—”

Without warning her eyes went almost comically wide. She looked straight at me, then past me, then yelped out loud as she bit down on her bottom lip.

Then she let out a long, shuddering exhale… and I knew exactly what was happening.

“What’s he doing?” I breathed.

Andrea’s hands found mine, squeezing them tightly.

“He’s fucking me…”

“Where’s he fucking you?”

Her fingers curled into claws, digging into my flesh.

“In my ass…”

Her face was contorted now, into a mask of pleasure and pain. Mostly pleasure though. That much was obvious.

“It feels good,” I teased. “Doesn’t it?”

My eyes shot to Marcus, who was steadily pumping away. His own eyes were closed though. For a moment I was jealous of how it must feel, how incredibly hot… insanely tight…

“MMMmmmMMMmmm…” Andrea moaned softly. “Ohhhhh…”

I squeezed her back. “Tell me it feels good.”

Her stunning blue eyes fluttered open again. They were glassy and vacant.

“It… It feels…”

Marcus slammed his latest thrust home, and Andrea tensed. For a moment her eyes screwed shut again, but then I watched a smile spread slowly across her face.

“It feels so good!” she gasped, once again regaining control. Her eyes had life in them again as her gaze shifted to me. “Oh Randall,” she whispered, reaching up to touch my face. “It’s so fucking good…”