Kemp had been right. The hot, wet suction of her mouth on the tip of my thumb had pre-cum practically dripping from my dick. If I looked down, no doubt a wet patch was growing bigger on the front of my jeans. But I wasn’t tearing my gaze away from Parker. And I had plenty of cum to get in her. Sure, I’d been like a teenager and spurted all over her upturned ass. But I’d stayed hard, stored up the rest of my cum for her pussy. Or her mouth. Maybe even her ass.
While Kemp and Poe had rubbed one out at the office, I hadn’t come again. It might not have been the best idea, for once I got in her, the way I felt right now I’d pump a few times and be done.
It was all her fault, coming here looking all fuck-me perfect. The sweet, eager teenager I remembered, but better. More beautiful. Wiser. So fucking sexy. She must have gone home to change because while she still wore jeans, the uniform shirt was gone. In its place was a red flannel, the top two buttons undone. Nothing flashy, nothing overly feminine or high maintenance, which totally worked for me.
With the shirt tucked in, no one could miss she was all woman with her hourglass figure. She was more than a handful. Everywhere. And I loved that. I wasn’t small, hell, I towered over most women. But not her. I had a few inches on her, but I never had to bend in half to kiss her. And when she was beneath me and I was fucking her, I remembered how easy it had been to reach her mouth with mine, even those ample breasts. And fuck, did I want to see them again. I wanted to rip the buttons off her shirt to see those large nipples I’d sucke
d so fondly. To watch as they hardened in the cooler air, against my tongue.
Shit. I couldn’t remember a time my dick was so hard. I’d need Parker to help me with the problem because I refused to finish like I had earlier.
I took her hand and led her upstairs to my bedroom, Kemp right there with us.
Poe had walked off after hearing about the call, about the guy beating his wife. I didn’t blame him for taking a minute, that kind of situation always messed with him because of his mom. But he had to get his shit together and join us or he’d be missing out. Kemp and I could satisfy Parker, no question. But she wanted all of us and we’d give her anything her fucking heart desired. Especially if it were three dicks.
I led her to the foot of my big bed. Kemp’s and Poe’s rooms were down the hall. While we’d share her, we’d have to take turns sleeping with her at night. Yes, I was thinking of forever. I remembered what we had, what we’d walked away from. Not again.
But adding Kemp and Poe obviously changed the dynamic. It wasn’t as if we wanted this huge-ass bed the four of us could sleep in together. That was fucking weird.
Didn’t mean the three of us wouldn’t fuck her together though. Starting right now.
“Kemp’s going to get you undressed, pixie.”
I stepped away, dropped into the overstuffed chair by the window where I usually read before bed. Parker looked a little surprised I’d moved away from her, but I had her attention. Especially when I did some manspreading, opened up my jeans, pushed them down enough to get my dick out. It was so fucking hard I hissed when I gripped the base. I’d never seen it so angry looking, the color a dark plum, so full of blood the vein that ran up the length pulsed and bulged. The crown glistened with pre-cum. And I’d come all over her hours ago.
“This is all because of you,” I told her. “I’m going to sit here and stroke my dick and watch you with Kemp. My own little strip show. You’re too fucking gorgeous for my dick to handle. I need to come again to take the edge off and then I can go at you all night.”
She licked her lips as she watched my fist slide up and down. Kemp turned her head, redirecting her attention and kissed her.
Fuck.
This wasn’t a gentle, friendly peck either, but a devouring. A dominant first kiss. His tongue was deep in her mouth as one of his hands settled on her ass, pulling her in close, the other tangled in her hair, tugging. I could hear her whimper, watch the moment she gave over, her body going lax in his hold.
Finally, they came up for air.
“Kemp, please,” she begged, her voice soft, escaping on little pants.
“Today’s been rough, hasn’t it, baby girl? All worked up by your three men, then called away. And you haven’t come. Your pussy must be aching for dick.”
She nodded.
Kemp gave her a gentle push so she sat on the edge of the bed, then dropped to his knees before her. He worked off one of her boots, then the other before working at her jeans. He had her bare from the waist down in record time—Parker was certainly eager to lift her hips and help—with her pants and panties a pile on the carpet.
Through all this, I stroked and watched. My own personal porno with the leading lady being the woman of my dreams.
Kemp pushed her knees wide and his gaze fixed between. I remembered what she looked like there. At eighteen, she’d had the dark hair neatly trimmed, her inner lips large enough to part her slit, her clit hard and right… fucking… there.
Kemp licked his lips and leaned in. With his big hands on her inner thighs, she wasn’t going anywhere, not that she was resisting in any way.
Her eyes closed and her head fell back at the first touch of his mouth. “Kemp!” she cried.
Fuck, that sound, the need in it made me spurt pre-cum all over my fist. I remembered her taste and my mouth watered for that sweet flavor again. The scent of her all over my face.
“Holy fuck,” Poe said as he came in the room, a big box of condoms in his hand. Smart. We’d work our way through all of them tonight.
I was glad he’d pulled his shit together and was ready to play.
Parker looked to him, her eyes a blurry haze of pleasure. She stiffened slightly, probably realizing three men were seeing her get eaten out—her mind got distracted—but Kemp slipped his hand between her thighs and I knew the second a finger or two slid inside her.