Doing Taboo Things

Jamisonand I settled on an older Bruce Wilson movie. Rayn has a lady boner for the actor, so we knew she would approve.

We’re about halfway through. Sitting in the same spots we were in when we ate dinner, I keep darting glances over at Rayn. She’s cuddled up with a small blanket and her hand is stuffed in the popcorn bowl she has on her lap. Every so often, she licks butter off her fingers. The first time I noticed her doing that, my cock started filling with blood. For the last hour, I’ve sat here with a boner, and she’s none the wiser. Or she’s pretending to be anyway. I’ve seen her glancing over at Jamison and me when she thinks we aren’t looking.

When she grabs her water bottle and notices it’s empty, she gets up from the couch. “I’m gonna grab something to drink. Either of you need anything?”

She gets a no from both of us.

A moment later, when she comes back, she tries to retake her seat. I don’t let her. Grabbing her hips, I pull her down on my lap so she’s sitting sideways.

“What are–?”

“I’m a little chilly.” I give a lame excuse.

“Then grab a blanket.”

“Nope. I like this better. Body heat is the best way to keep warm.”

Her snort is derisive. “Body heat is more effective when it’s skin against skin.”

I start lifting her shirt. “Even better. I’m down for that.”

She slaps my hands and laughs. “Hold it there, buddy. You aren’t that cold.”

I settle an arm around her waist, bringing her body closer to mine. “I don’t remember you being this talkative during movies. Shush, we’re missing the good part.”

It only takes a moment for her stiff body to relax against mine and she looks back at the TV. She grabs the blanket she discarded on the cushion when she got up and puts it over her legs. Her ass is in my lap, and I know she has to feel the rigidness of my erection, but she doesn’t say anything.

For the next ten minutes, I pretend to watch the movie. When I’m reasonably sure she’s forgotten all about me, I let myself begin to play. I start by slipping my hand under the blanket and putting it on her knee. I leave it there for a moment, hearing the slight hitch in Rayn’s breath. She has on a pair of shorts, which really works in my favor because it means my hand is on her bare flesh.

Moving my thumb in small circles, I move my eyes to the side of her face. Inching up a bit, my circles get wider and wider. Even though Rayn’s still looking at the TV, I know she’s no longer paying attention to it. Her mouth is open, and her little breaths come in pants.

Moving my hand a little higher, I slip them beneath the hem of her shorts. I pause there only a moment before closing the gap between my hand and the edge of her panties. A small moan leaves Rayn’s lips when I tease the edge of the silky material.

Peeling my eyes away from the side of her face, I look over at Jamison. He’s not even attempting to watch the movie anymore. He has one arm resting on the arm of the couch, looking casual, but the other hand balled into a fist on his thigh says he’s anything but relaxed. His eyes are firmly on Rayn and what my hand is doing beneath the blanket. My gaze moves to his cock, and my own cock jerks when I see the outline of his hard shaft.

Removing my hand from her shorts, I begin sliding the blanket off Rayn’s lap, wanting to give Jamison a view of what I’m doing with my hand. I look back at her when she turns her head toward me. Her hand lands on mine, stopping me before I can fully remove the blanket, her eyes searching mine. I lift a questioning brow. With her tongue darting out to run across her bottom lip, she switches her gaze to Jamison. I look over at him too. He looks tense and ready to pounce, just like he did the day in Rayn’s bedroom.

It only takes Rayn a second to make up her mind. Her hand falls away, and I continue to move the blanket down her legs. It falls to the floor.

Applying pressure on her knee, she understands what I want and she parts her legs. Not a lot, but enough for me to get my hand into her shorts easier.

“You good with this?” I feel the need to ask, although I’m not sure what I’ll do if she says no. Obviously, I’ll stop if she wants me to, but I hope like fuck she doesn’t.

There’s no hesitation when she answers, “Yes.”

My cock jumps underneath her ass, and I mutter, “Thank fuck.”

I keep my touch feather light as I guide my hand up her leg and under her shorts. Her thighs, close to her panty line, are already damp. When I reach her panties, they’re soaked, giving away just how much she’s turned on. I press my finger over the wet material, which earns me a muted moan from Rayn.

Sensing movement to my right, I catch Jamison working the zipper to his jeans down. I can’t help but look down when he pulls his cock out. Long, thick, the head so red it looks on the verge of exploding, and so fucking delicious looking it makes my mouth water.

“Take her shorts and panties off,” he groans as he begins fisting his cock.

Peeling my eyes off Jamison’s cock, I put them back on the gorgeous woman in my lap. Using only one hand because my other is caught between her back and the couch, I start tugging her shorts and panties down on one side. She helps by lifting her hips and works the other side down.

My cock weeps when she’s bare from the waist down. And I mean bare. Like no hair at all except for a small landing strip.

She keeps her knees cocked open and puts her feet on the cushion beside me.

“Goddamn fucking gorgeous,” Jamison growls, and I silently agree with his assessment.

My hand dives back for her pussy, my fingers sliding through her slick folds from her hole to her clit. She moans, the sound coming out breathy and needy.

Gliding my finger back to her hole, I press a finger inside. I slowly go all the way in until my knuckles force me to stop. Pulling out, I add a second finger when I enter her again.

“Lift your shirt,” I grunt to Rayn.

She obeys immediately, and actually does one better by taking her shirt all the way off. No bra. Just her bare tits with hard, rose-colored nipples.

As I fuck her with my fingers, I drop my head and take a nipple between my lips. I suck on it gently at first, a soft lave of my tongue, before I take the nub and bite down on it. Not enough to hurt, but enough to leave a little sting.

“That looks so fucking hot,” Jamison grunts.