Stroke of Luck

She smiled, then opened wider and swallowed his whole cockhead. She suckled, and he groaned, slumping back on the couch. She glided downward, taking him deeper. His fingers tightened around her head, but he didn’t guide her. Just followed her movement.

She slid back, then glided down again. Going even deeper.

She continued pumping his cock with her hand and mouth. Moving up and down. His already heavy breathing accelerated. She glided to his tip and sucked on his cockhead again, while her hand continued to squeeze and pump.

“Oh, yeah,” he groaned. “I’m getting fucking close.”

She slid off the top. “Don’t hold back. I want you to come in my mouth, Austin.”

She covered him again and bobbed up and down.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” His fingers tightened around her head, urging her a little faster. “That is so fucking sexy.”

Then she felt his groin tense. He groaned, and his hot seed erupted into her mouth. She kept moving, wanting to give him as much pleasure as she could.

* * *

Quinn watched April’s head move up and down on Austin’s cock. Quinn’s hand was already around his own cock, stroking up and down. The sight was an intense turn-on. A little jealousy flickered through him, but the sight of her sucking off his friend … knowing that Austin was coming in her mouth … overrode his possessiveness.

April was not Quinn’s woman. This was just an erotic interlude. He would enjoy fucking her, and watching Austin fuck her, for a month. Then it would end.

Exactly as he wanted.

But watching the two of them together, he couldn’t help but be envious of the easy way they enjoyed each other.

April drew back, still ho

lding Austin’s now flaccid cock in her hand. She kissed it, then stood up, but Austin grabbed her hand.

“Wait a second,” Austin said. “You don’t think you’re getting away that easily, do you?”

He tugged, pulling her onto his lap. His arms slid around her, and he kissed her passionately. Finally, he released her lips, but didn’t let her go.

“That was incredible.” Austin smiled, his eyes twinkling. “Now it’s your turn.”

April’s gaze jerked to Quinn as if seeking his permission, but Austin gave her no chance to protest. He twisted, rolling her onto her back on the couch, then he knelt on the floor. His smile broadened as he glided her skirt up her thighs, then lifted.

Once it was around her waist, Austin’s smile faded, and his eyes glittered in awe. Quinn’s gaze locked on her fully shaven pussy. Fuck, his cock jumped at the sight, need burning through his groin.

* * *

As soon as April felt herself tumbling backward, she knew Austin’s intent. The look in his eyes as he stared at her nakedness made her feel intensely desirable.

He rested his hands on her lower thighs and slowly glided upward. Goose bumps danced across her skin, and she ached with need. His thumbs brushed her inner thighs as he drew closer to her intimate flesh. Then when his fingers were almost at her folds … he stopped.

She whimpered.

He smiled and leaned forward to kiss her. The delicate brush of their lips set a fire blazing inside her. She rocked her hips, wanting him to touch her. He drew back and chuckled softly.

“You’re beautiful.”

His finger grazed one of her petals, and she groaned softly.

“Tell me, April. Do you want me to touch your pretty pussy?”

“Yes, Austin. Please.” The words came out a hoarse whisper.

His eyes glittered in delight, and he stroked the length of her intimate flesh, right along the damp seam.