Addicted to Her Curves

“Make her come for me, Scott.”

The hand on her tit disappeared and he started to stroke between her thighs. It didn’t take long for her to find release and when she did, the sounds were as beautiful as the feel of her riding out her orgasm.

He tightened his hold on her, fucking up inside her. Scott didn’t stop teasing her clit.

She came a second time.

There was no way Beau was going to be able to hold on. He held her tightly, fucked her hard, and when he came, he did so screaming her name at the top of his lungs, not wanting to give up.

They both collapsed with Scott to her back.

“Wow,” Connie said. “I had no idea it could get better but it does.”

“Always will. I’ll be back,” Scott said.

His cock was still inside her and Beau stroked her back.

“He’s going to wash his hands, isn’t he?”

“Yep. Probably bring you back a cloth to clean you up as well.”

She wrinkled her nose. “You two like taking care of me?”

“Love it.”

“Why?”

“You’re special.”

He wanted to tell her how he felt. This wasn’t about the sex and hadn’t been for some time. Only, he didn’t want to spoil it. Not yet. They were both new to all of this.

She pressed her hands either side of his head, lifting her body up. “You’re both special.”

“We’re your men. That what makes us special.”

“You’re such a smooth talker.”

“And you make it so easy. The words just roll off the tongue.” He winked at her.

Scott came back complete with a towel. She gasped as he placed it on her anus.

“This is so embarrassing.” She dropped her head to his shoulder.

Beau had no problem holding her as Scott took care of her. She was their woman to love, to take care of. “No, it’s not, and when one of us has your ass, we’ll be doing exactly the same.” Scott left with the towel.

Beau helped her as she snuggled in against his side. She already looked completely out of it.

She closed her eyes. “I’m so tired.”

“Then sleep,” Scott said.

“But you didn’t get to come?”

“I did and besides, it’s not about you satisfying us or even us taking turns. We’re all having some fun.” He kissed her neck. “Go to sleep.”

Beau didn’t say anything. He stared at his friend and knew he’d come inside her without a condom. He’d been so mindless with pleasure, a condom had been the last thing on his mind.

Fuck.

****

Scott sipped at his coffee, watching his woman. Light filtered in from the curtain that was a little open, not much. The sheet had moved down, only settling across her stomach. His cock hardened at the sight.

She let out a sigh and began to move. He watched as her hand went to her face and she groaned.

“Morning, sunshine,” he said.

She sat up, the sheet bunching up around her waist. She released another groan. “What time is it?”

“A little after eight.”

“Ugh, I never usually feel like crap.” She ran her fingers through her hair which was wild and wouldn’t be easily tamed this morning. “Where’s Beau?”

“He got a breakdown call. Someone needed a pickup. He’s gone to deal with it. It’s just us.”

“Ah, it’s just us. You found my coffee.”

“That I did.” He moved toward the bed, offering her the cup for her to have a sip. She did so, closing her eyes.

“I always need coffee in the morning.”

“Normally, I go for an orange juice but you’re down on a lot of groceries. I’ll stop by the store today, get you what you need.”

“You really don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.” He reached out, tucking some hair behind her ear. “I like taking care of you.”

She covered his hand with her own and pressed a kiss to the center. “Again, you’re being so good to me and I don’t know why.”

“You’re not very trusting.”

“Consider it a way of life. I’ve had no choice.” She shrugged. “You want to tell me what is going on?”

“Simple. Beau and I, we’re not like a lot of guys. We want to take care of you and make sure you get everything you need.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips. “No matter what.”

She licked her lips, closed her eyes, and he saw the frown appear.

“Tell me,” he said. “I can’t help you if you don’t let me.”

“It’s just … no, it’s nothing. Ignore me.”

“No. Tell me.” He put the coffee down on the bedside cabinet, resting his hand across her hip and getting into her face. He kissed her mouth.

“I have morning breath.”

“You have coffee breath, now tell me.” He stroked her hip. “I’m not going anywhere. I have no appointments and no need to rush off. You have my undivided attention.”

She leaned back and for a split second, he was distracted by her beautiful tits, but not for too long. “Tell me.”