Stroke of Luck

Austin’s fingers slid up her inner thigh. Painfully slowly. Sending tingles racing along the sensitive flesh. Finally, he reached the outer folds, and she groaned at the first brush of his fingertip. He teased along the outside. She arched forward, wanting him to touch her slick flesh. When his fingers found the smaller petals and glided over them, she moaned softly.

“Do you like Austin touching you, baby?” Quinn asked.

She froze, not sure what to say. Not after last night.

Austin stroked over her again, and pleasure rippled through her body.

“Tell me,” Quinn insisted. “I want to know.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “I love him touching me.”

Quinn smiled. “Good.”

Quinn grasped her calves and drew her forward until her ass was balanced on the very edge of the pool. Austin wrapped his hands around her waist and lowered her a little more.

With a devilish gleam in his eyes, Quinn leaned forward and pressed his mouth to her soft flesh. At the feel of his tongue stroking her, she whimpered. Then he suckled her clit. Very lightly. Teasing her. She arched against him, depending on Austin to hold her steady.

Quinn’s tongue pushed inside her and swirled around, then he glided forward until he was over her clit again. His fingers found her opening and slid inside at the same time as he began to suckle again. She gasped at the exquisite sensations flooding her.

“Oh, yes, Quinn. That feels so good.”

His fingers pulsed inside her as he sucked deeply on her bud. Pleasure swelled quickly, at the same time filling her with a desperate, throbbing need.

“Oh, God, make me come, Quinn. I’m so close.”

He drove deeper into her, pumping faster. His tongue swept over her clit, then he sucked harder. She coiled her fingers in his dark, wavy hair, pulling him tightly to her, then wailed her release.

He kept her in the throes of orgasm, letting it ease off, then intensifying it again with his talented mouth and fingers. Finally, she collapsed against Austin, gasping for breath.

“Well, someone enjoyed her morning wake-up call.”

She stared up at Austin’s smiling face and giggled. “Definitely a great way to start the day.”

Quinn pushed himself from the pool and stood beside her, dripping on the wooden deck.

“Since you recommend it so highly,” Quinn said, “why not give Austin the same treatment?”

Quinn offered his hand, then drew her to her feet. Austin followed as Quinn guided her to the rattan love seat, and she sat down on the thick cushions. Quinn sat down beside her and slid his arm around her, pulling her against him, while Austin dropped his trunks and stood in front of her. Austin’s cock was rigid and pointing to the sky.

She wrapped her hand around it and stroked. His hard flesh was thick and hot. She watched the rising desire in his eyes with satisfaction. She leaned forward and licked his tip, then covered it with affectionate butterfly kisses. Next she softly nibbled the ridge.

“Oh, yeah, sweetheart,” Austin murmured. His breathing was accelerating.

She smiled, then dipped down to his root and licked the length of him. His teal eyes were dark and filled with need as she opened and took him inside. His cockhead filled her mouth. She ran her tongue all over his hard flesh, then glided deeper.

Quinn’s hand slid over her hip, then between her legs. The brush of his finger over her slick flesh sent heat thrumming through her.

“God, I love how wet you are.” Quinn stroked back and forth, setting her on fire.

She took Austin deeper still, loving the feel of his thick, hard shaft filling her mouth. Quinn pushed a finger inside her. She squeezed around him while she drew back on Austin’s cock, then surged forward to take him deep again. He moaned softly.

Quinn’s fingers slipped away, to her disappointment, then she felt him rolling the wet cloth of her T-shirt up her body. He freed her breasts to the warm sunshine. She let go of Austin’s cock long enough to tug the garment over her head and toss it aside, leaving her completely naked, then grabbed Austin again and swallowed him inside.

She bobbed up and down on the thick column, savoring the feel of the hard flesh moving across her lips and caressing the inside of her mouth. Quinn cupped her breast in his warm hand. Her nipple was so hard it hurt as it burrowed into his palm. He stroked, then squeezed her aching bud between his fingertips. Burning desire spiked through her. She wanted it in his mouth. She wanted him to suck on it. Hard.

She kept bobbing on the big cock in her mouth, taking it deep into her throat. Squeezing it as it moved between her lips.

Quinn found her pussy again. He slid in a finger and stroked softly, starting a slow burn inside her.