statement wasn’t a bit too provocative, but what she got from Joshua informed her that he’d quickly morphed from startled to aroused when he looked at the pair of them.
He broke into a grin and nodded. “It’s damn hot.”
Stewart moved closer against her side, reaching for Joshua’s growing erection, which he stroked. Joshua’s eyes flickered and narrowed, his mouth opening in a silent curse.
One glance assured her that he was quickly growing harder stil in Stewart’s grip.
Hol y could scarcely breathe. The intense pleasure of having a naked male body either side of hers carried her. When she felt Stewart’s erection growing against her hip, her pussy grew slick. The weight of Stewart’s arm across her body was incredibly arousing. He had her trapped there. The erotic tension swel ed in the atmosphere, made tangible by their three-way dynamic. From under lowered eyelids she watched as Stewart’s hand wrapped around the girth of Joshua’s rigid cock.
Joshua arched under his bold touch, pushing back into his pil ow.
“What would you like for early morning starters?” Stewart asked in a suggestive voice. “To be straddled by our beautiful companion, perhaps?”
The bedroom felt too smal to contain them.
Joshua’s hands fisted at his sides and he groaned aloud as he gave Stewart a sidelong glance as if he could scarcely believe it.
Stewart gave a long, audible sigh. “I’d love to see that, I have to confess.”
Hol y could feel Joshua’s arousal building by the moment, and hers along with it.
“Or maybe you’d like her to kiss you, while I suck you off?”
Hol y squirmed, the suggestion making her hornier stil .
Joshua’s eyes rol ed. “Jesus, Stewart. What are you trying to do to me?”
Stewart gave a husky chuckle.
Hol y knew what he was doing—he was pushing al of them past the point of embarrassment on waking up naked in the bed with each other. It seemed like a good move, but things were about to get wildly out of hand. Her body thril ed at the idea of it.
A loud knock at the door stal ed the moment.
“Joshua, Hol y, should I bring you a cup of tea?”
It was Mrs Dawson
Joshua sat bolt upright. “Oh, shit!”
“Stay calm,” Stewart whispered.
Hol y rested her hand on his arm, trying to keep him steady. If his mother waltzed in, he would be more mortified than she would, Hol y was sure of it.
“Just say no thanks,” Stewart suggested in a low whisper. “Tel her you’re getting dressed and wil be down for breakfast in a minute. That’l fix it.”
Joshua climbed out of the bed and strode towards the door. “We’l be down to breakfast in a minute, just getting dressed. Thanks anyway.”
“Okay love, kettle’s on.”
Hol y’s heart sank. Dismay swel ed from Joshua. He stood barring the door for some time, one hand up against it. Mrs Dawson had long since gone.
“For a moment there, I thought we’d got him to relax,” Stewart whispered.
“We did,” she replied, but sadly that moment had gone.
He gave her a subtle nod. “Come on, let’s get dressed.”
* * * *
The Dawson family breakfast passed by in a mess of sidestepping awkwardness, much as it had the evening before, but without the alcohol to ease the discomfort. The only mercy was that everybody was on the go and breakfast was eaten on the hoof.
Hol y thanked the heavens that breakfast at the Dawsons’ wasn’t a formal affair. Crammed into the busy kitchen, she found herself standing next to Donna, the bride-to-be, sharing a plate stacked high with toast.
“It was great to meet you,” Donna said. “I’m so sorry I didn’t have more chance to chat last night.”
Guilt stole into Hol y’s heart. She had no right to be here, it was an error. Now Donna wanted to get to know her. Even though she had clarified their status as friends, Donna obviously thought Hol y was an important new fixture in her brother’s life. Meanwhile Hol y thought she should back off and leave the two men alone.
He broke into a grin and nodded. “It’s damn hot.”
Stewart moved closer against her side, reaching for Joshua’s growing erection, which he stroked. Joshua’s eyes flickered and narrowed, his mouth opening in a silent curse.
One glance assured her that he was quickly growing harder stil in Stewart’s grip.
Hol y could scarcely breathe. The intense pleasure of having a naked male body either side of hers carried her. When she felt Stewart’s erection growing against her hip, her pussy grew slick. The weight of Stewart’s arm across her body was incredibly arousing. He had her trapped there. The erotic tension swel ed in the atmosphere, made tangible by their three-way dynamic. From under lowered eyelids she watched as Stewart’s hand wrapped around the girth of Joshua’s rigid cock.
Joshua arched under his bold touch, pushing back into his pil ow.
“What would you like for early morning starters?” Stewart asked in a suggestive voice. “To be straddled by our beautiful companion, perhaps?”
The bedroom felt too smal to contain them.
Joshua’s hands fisted at his sides and he groaned aloud as he gave Stewart a sidelong glance as if he could scarcely believe it.
Stewart gave a long, audible sigh. “I’d love to see that, I have to confess.”
Hol y could feel Joshua’s arousal building by the moment, and hers along with it.
“Or maybe you’d like her to kiss you, while I suck you off?”
Hol y squirmed, the suggestion making her hornier stil .
Joshua’s eyes rol ed. “Jesus, Stewart. What are you trying to do to me?”
Stewart gave a husky chuckle.
Hol y knew what he was doing—he was pushing al of them past the point of embarrassment on waking up naked in the bed with each other. It seemed like a good move, but things were about to get wildly out of hand. Her body thril ed at the idea of it.
A loud knock at the door stal ed the moment.
“Joshua, Hol y, should I bring you a cup of tea?”
It was Mrs Dawson
Joshua sat bolt upright. “Oh, shit!”
“Stay calm,” Stewart whispered.
Hol y rested her hand on his arm, trying to keep him steady. If his mother waltzed in, he would be more mortified than she would, Hol y was sure of it.
“Just say no thanks,” Stewart suggested in a low whisper. “Tel her you’re getting dressed and wil be down for breakfast in a minute. That’l fix it.”
Joshua climbed out of the bed and strode towards the door. “We’l be down to breakfast in a minute, just getting dressed. Thanks anyway.”
“Okay love, kettle’s on.”
Hol y’s heart sank. Dismay swel ed from Joshua. He stood barring the door for some time, one hand up against it. Mrs Dawson had long since gone.
“For a moment there, I thought we’d got him to relax,” Stewart whispered.
“We did,” she replied, but sadly that moment had gone.
He gave her a subtle nod. “Come on, let’s get dressed.”
* * * *
The Dawson family breakfast passed by in a mess of sidestepping awkwardness, much as it had the evening before, but without the alcohol to ease the discomfort. The only mercy was that everybody was on the go and breakfast was eaten on the hoof.
Hol y thanked the heavens that breakfast at the Dawsons’ wasn’t a formal affair. Crammed into the busy kitchen, she found herself standing next to Donna, the bride-to-be, sharing a plate stacked high with toast.
“It was great to meet you,” Donna said. “I’m so sorry I didn’t have more chance to chat last night.”
Guilt stole into Hol y’s heart. She had no right to be here, it was an error. Now Donna wanted to get to know her. Even though she had clarified their status as friends, Donna obviously thought Hol y was an important new fixture in her brother’s life. Meanwhile Hol y thought she should back off and leave the two men alone.
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