Grind (Cal and Macy's Story 2)

The woman, who I now see is extremely tall with long, blonde hair, saunters over our way. I watch in a fog of lust as she comes up behind Macy, kneels behind her, and brings her hands to Macy's breasts. She flinches at first, and then moans all around my dick when the blonde pinches her nipples. I almost shoot my load right there and I'm so not ready to come yet so I push Macy off, my breathing harsh and ragged. She looks up at me with curious eyes while the woman kneads and pinches at her flesh.

"What do you want?" Macy murmurs as her fingers gently stroke my dick.

Fuck, I can't believe I'm getting ready to say this. I'm going straight to hell, but I expect Macy will be right there along with me. "I want to watch you and her... together."

Macy purses her lips at me and says, "Dirty boy. Want some girl-on-girl action?"

I nod, unable to trust my own words.

Pushing out of the woman's embrace, Macy stands and leans over me, her hands braced on my shoulders. She places her lips against mine and gives me a chaste kiss. When she pulls away, she takes my hand and pulls me up off the couch. "Then come stand by the bed so I can at least touch you."

And yeah... all my dirty fantasies are coming true.

It seems to happen in slow motion. The man stands up from the bed and moves aside as we approach. Without any words of communication, Macy releases my hand and crawls onto the mattress, lying on her back near the side edge with her shoulders propped up on the mountain of silk pillows swathed in burgundy and gold.

She spreads her legs wide and the blonde climbs up from the bottom of the bed, right in between them, and I go tight all over with anticipation.

"Stand here beside me." Macy beckons me forward, and I comply. She reaches a hand out and starts stroking my dick lightly. Not too hard, and certainly done in a way as to tease my pleasure so I don't come yet. She knows me well enough to know I want to come inside of her.

The blonde wastes no time, lowering down until her mouth connects softly with Macy's pussy. And fuck... that's so goddamn hot. I have no clue the psychology behind it, but watching two women together is like the Holy Grail of turn ons for men for some reason. It's the best kind of porn to get off to.

My muscles quiver with lust as Macy lightly strokes me while the blonde gently strokes Macy's clit with her tongue. Head thrown back, red hair spread out against the pillows, Macy purrs like a contented cat. Her hips gently flex up and down into the blonde's mouth, definitely different from the way she bucks hard against me. She's enjoying this... in a sublime, casual way. Not in the frenzied, lust-filled way with me, and that knowledge fills me with a certain amount of pride. I've watched Macy get off in a matter of seconds when I touch her whether it's with tongue, fingers, or cock. I guess I expected that here, but for some reason, I can tell it's going to take her a while to get off from this woman eating her out.

Not that the blonde isn't doing a spectacular job. All soft licks and gentle sucking. But Macy just doesn't have the same combustion that she does with me, and I fucking love that.

I'm momentarily jolted when the man with the henchman's mask walks up to my left and stands beside the bed with me. He reaches a hand out, and I can see the letters A-N-N-A tattooed on his fingers in between his second and third knuckles. I wonder if that's the blonde's name.

His hand skims down her back, over her ass, and then starts playing with her pussy from behind. She lets out a moan, and I can't help but watch as the dude takes his cock with his other hand and starts stroking it.

My gaze slides over to Macy, and she's watching me watch the guy jerk himself. Her lips curve upward sinfully, her cheeks flushed and her eyes are sparkling. "Do me a favor?" she whispers just before giving my cock a hard squeeze.

"What's that?" I sort of moan out as my hips pump forward into her grip.

"Let him touch you," she says, and then slides her eyes over to the man.

"What?" I blurt out in an almost panicked voice. Because never in a million years would I have imagined her asking me for that.

"It's a fantasy of mine," she says simply... pleadingly.

Fuck!

I silently beg my cock not to soften over the prospect of what she's asking, because even as open-minded as I am about all things sexual, I do not now nor have I ever had any interest in another man. It's been proven tonight that I certainly like watching them fuck other women, but definitely not touching me. It's never once crossed my mind to let that occur. And while I've had my share of three-ways in college, and I might have accidentally bumped up against some cock or balls in my youth when me and another dude were trying to tap the same woman, those encounters were usually fueled with alcohol and laughed over the next morning.

I start to open my mouth to let out some lame-ass excuse as to why I don't want this when the guy decides to take matters into his own hand.

Literally.

He drops the hold on his own cock and pushes Macy's hand away from me. Then his large, tattooed hand wraps around my dick, and he gives me a rough squeeze.

Macy murmurs, "Yes," and my knees practically buckle from the sensation of his hand and the lust blazing from her eyes as she watches.

He gives me a hard pull, so very different from Macy's delicate strokes before. My breath squeezes out of my lungs, and my face flames red as I think of the people watching us at the window, and fuck my traitorous body... my hips pull and then push viciously against his grip. The man gives a soft chuckle and starts tugging on my dick in just such a way that only a man knows how hard he can actually take it.

"Christ," I rasp out past dry lips.

Macy surprises me when she scrambles up from her position, dislodging the blonde between her legs. She goes onto her knees, rising up like a goddess before me. Her lips come to mine and she kisses me deep, her fingers threading through my hair. My own arms band around her, pulling her in tight, and it doesn't even bother me in the slightest that with every stroke of this man's hand against me, it bumps into her stomach.

My chest rises in vain, trying to suck in all the oxygen that seems to have been pulled out of the room. I go dizzy from the effort of trying to contain my pleasure, because I should most definitely not be feeling pleasure from some strange man jerking me off. My psyche wars with itself... telling me this is wrong, but it fucking feels so damn right at this moment.

Macy pulls her lips from mine, rubs her nose against my cheek, and murmurs, "Thank you, Cal."

Thank you? For letting a man touch me?

In this moment, I think I might despise her for making me do this. For her needing this for some odd and fucked-up reason. I think I might despise her as much as I despise myself for loving the way it feels.

And because I'm absolutely powerless to move... to stop this... to call a halt to the insane actions going on right now, I don't do a fucking thing when the man suddenly lets me go and sinks to his knees, clamping his own lips around my aching erection.

My knees start to buckle and I push them back, locking them tight.

"Stop," I mutter even as I slam forward into his mouth.

All hot breath, rough tongue, and deep throat working me hard. I can't control it... my hips starting to pump against him while Macy kisses me again. She moans sweetly into my mouth and I suck it down into my throat, my fingers digging into her lower back. I can feel the edges of the silk mask rubbing against my shaft as the guy sucks my cock like a fucking pro.

And when he puts a hand on my ass, pressing his fingers into my muscles and urging me in deeper... I let him push me right down into his throat.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I groan.

This is so goddamn wrong and for the life me, I can't figure out why I think it feels so fucking good.

The one thing I'm sure of, though, is that no matter how good of a cocksucker this guy is, there is no way I'm about to shoot my load into his mouth. That belongs to Macy alone.

I rip my body away from him, cringing internally when I actually feel a tiny bit of disappointment that his wet mouth is gone, and I push Macy down onto the mattress. I practically fall onto her, putting my hands behind her knees and spreading her wide open.

Then I'm slamming my cock into her with absolutely no finesse, just pure, unmitigated lust.

She screams... lets her pleasure rip into the air around us.

I start hammering at her hard. Pumping into her with raw need and fury in equal measure. I'm vaguely aware of the other couple sliding to the floor with more moans and slapping of flesh to indicate that they're fucking again.

But then I let it all melt away as I look down into Macy's face while I slam in and out of her. She stares back at me, her eyes clouded with carnality but her brow furrowed in worry.

And she should be fucking worried, because she pushed it just a little too far for me.

I should pull out, grab my clothes, and leave. I should leave behind this den of iniquity that has me equally turned on and turned off, because I'm not the type of man that is cut out for this. At least not to participate with a woman that I have some feelings for.

But in this moment... when I see within Macy's blue eyes a budding of shame starting to stare back at me, I know that I can't leave her. I can't make her feel bad about whatever these depraved needs are, because for whatever their origin or cause, I know deep within my heart that they only represent the shell that is Macy Carrington.