I think I like this side of him.
Especially when she breaks first. Her lips part, and so do his. And then I catch the smallest glimpse of their tongues as they slowly begin to tangle together. McKay’s hands slide up her body. Pause to caress her breasts. Her shirt is ripped open before I even understand he’s doing it and I find myself getting hard as I watch him seduce this woman in front of me.
Miss Violet, to her credit, doesn’t even flinch when her shirt buttons fly off and scatter across the marble floor. She begins to pant, her chest heaving with desire. He pulls her bra down, revealing her full, round breasts. Her nipples are tight, and hard, and dark. And I have an intense desire to cover them with my mouth and suck.
They are still kissing. Passionately now. And her fingertips are hastily unbuttoning his shirt. But McKay side-eyes me. A hooded grin. An invitation.
And I accept.
I move forward until the three of us are a triangle of bodies. My hand gravitates to the tight muscles of her ass underneath the smooth, lavender fabric. I rub it as I press my hips into her. She has one hand already grabbing at McKay’s cock through his pants. And the moment I get close, she’s reaching for me too.
It’s only then that I fully realize… I’m into this. I’m into her. And when she drops to her knees, I find myself sucking in a deep breath when I glance over at McKay. He’s not looking at me, and I don’t blame him. Miss Violet’s perfect tits are popping out of her bra, her skirt has slid up to her thighs, and she’s just pulling McKay’s cock out of his pants when he reaches for her hair. Gathering the long, dark tresses up in his palm and fisting it as he guides those plump lips to the tip of his cock.
She opens for him and her tongue darts out. Licking across his tip as she pumps him. McKay groans, then turns to me and smiles.
I smile back. God, he’s just as beautiful as her. But while she’s been preoccupied with McKay, she’s forgotten about me. So I place my hand over hers and help her squeeze my cock. This little reminder is all she needed because she grips me harder than I do her. And then her fingertips are deftly unbuttoning my pants. The zipper is down and she’s pulling out my cock before I even have a chance to enjoy the feeling of her soft skin against my lower stomach. She pumps me a few times, then McKay pulls her off of him and guides her to me.
This little move… this little gesture of generosity—it’s almost enough to make me come. And I cannot imagine a life without McKay by my side. Whatever that looks like, I don’t care. I can’t live without him.
He’s smiling when I look up at him. Leaning towards me as he pushes her my way. And the moment her hot breath slides over the tip of my dick, McKay’s mouth is on mine and we are kissing.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Miss Violet says. “Fuck yeah. That’s hot.”
We break apart and look down at her, our eyes heavy with lust.
“Don’t stop,” she says. And then she looks up at us both with wide-open eyes, one cock in each hand. Gripping tightly. Urging us to get closer and angle our bodies into each other so she can fit both our massive dicks past her lips.
I close my eyes and groan. Then McKay is kissing me again. His lips harder now. Punishing, almost. I like it when he’s rough. It makes me get rough back. I grab his hair and draw him closer. Opening my mouth wider so he’ll do the same. His dick slips out of Miss Violet’s mouth so now she’s just concentrating on me. McKay pauses our kiss and our foreheads bump as we breathe heavy for a moment. Then he’s loosening my bow tie, unbuttoning my shirt. And he takes both of those things off when he pulls my suit coat down my arms.
Miss Violet is looking up at me when I look down, her eyes sliding up and down my torso, appreciating my athletic build and hard muscles. She reaches up with the one hand that belongs to me—my dick still in her mouth—stretches out her fingers, and then claws her nails down my stomach.
McKay kneels down, pulling her away from my cock, and then he kisses her.
I’m lost in a sea of lust as I watch them. He reaches for her hair again with one hand, but with the other—I suck in a breath—with the other he begins to jerk me off.
Miss Violet stands up, but her eyes are on McKay. The space she leaves behind is like an invitation. And McKay accepts. He angles his body towards me, one hand still fisting my cock, the other sliding up the inside of her thigh. I watch as he drags her skirt up to reveal that our girl here is not wearing panties. Her pussy is perfectly groomed. And just as he slips a finger inside her, his mouth lowers over the tip of my cock and tightens.