slide of Spencer’s cock into her pussy was almost hypnotic, and it took a good few seconds before Levi realized he was jacking himself off to their rhythm.
The room smelled of sex. Musky and hot. The air sounded like sex, filled with soft groans and grunts.
When Chelsea broke the kiss and looked at Levi with huge, needy emerald eyes, it almost undid him. “You too, Levi. You have to be here.”
Surprisingly reluctant to quit watching, Levi reached for the lube and poured a healthy dollop into his hand. “Keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll be there soon.” His palm slid easily over his erection now, and he took his time enjoying the unhurried sensuality of the moment and the firm grip of his own hand.
But when Chelsea shifted, stretching her legs wider and showing Levi her pretty hole, he gave up on his hand. Yeah, it felt good, but it had nothing on Chelsea.
He climbed onto the bed behind her and rested one knee beside Spencer’s leg. He put his other foot on Spencer’s other side, by his waist, balancing himself.
It crossed his mind that he might need to get Chelsea ready, might need to ply her ass with his finger first, but then he remembered how hard she’d come with Spencer’s tongue on her hole, and realized she was already well primed.
Spence held Chelsea still as Levi held his shaft in his hand and directed it between her scrumptious ass cheeks. He pressed in until the tip popped between her taut ring of muscle.
Chelsea gasped.
“Hurts?” he asked immediately.
“No. God, no. Don’t stop.”
He pressed harder, inching his dick inside her.
Fuck, she was tighter than anything he’d ever experienced. He had to clamp his eyes closed and breathe through the exertion and pleasure.
Spencer groaned out loud. “Christ, Barr-o. I feel you there. Every fucking inch of you, moving inside her.”
Which explained why she was so unbelievably, deliciously tight. Spencer was in there too, taking up precious space. Levi ran his hand over her back, soothing her as he pushed in further.
“You’re doing so good,” Spence encouraged Chelsea.
“Burns,” she murmured.
“Is it bad, Chels?” Levi would stop if he had to. He’d pull out in a heartbeat. It might kill him, or at the very least cripple him, but he’d never hurt her.
“No. Burns so good.”
Levi thrust in farther and finally, finally bottomed out. His breath left his lungs in a whoosh and for a good few seconds he saw stars.
Holy shit, who’d ever have thought fucking a woman at the same time as his best mate would ever, ever, ever feel this incredible? Spencer brushed her hair off her neck and Levi leaned forward and nibbled at the exposed skin there.
Teamwork.
She turned her face to his and he reached around her to share a quick, hot kiss. He’d have drawn it out, but he couldn’t stay in this position. The need to move, to pull out of her and drive back in was staggering.
Spence beat him to it, bucking his hips, withdrawing and then surging back inside while Levi kissed her.
She broke the kiss with a cry.
Levi cried out too, because, fucking hell, he felt every inch of Spence’s dick moving. Just like Spence had said. And in that instant, Levi became a fervent fan of threesomes. One-on-one sex was awesome. But this? This was astonishing. Remarkable. Extraordinary. If it was the last thing he did, he’d repeat the process—many, many times. But only ever with Spence and Chelsea.
And then Levi stopped thinking. He couldn’t, not when his instincts had taken over, and he was pulling back and driving into Chelsea again, just like Spence had done. It nearly blew the top of his head off.
Chelsea cried out, a blissful sound if ever he’d heard one.
It urged them on, both of them, and though it took a couple of tries, Spence and Levi finally found a rhythm. One moved as the other remained still, and then the second one fucked her as the first waited his turn.
Levi silently gave thanks that he’d already come once. Otherwise
The room smelled of sex. Musky and hot. The air sounded like sex, filled with soft groans and grunts.
When Chelsea broke the kiss and looked at Levi with huge, needy emerald eyes, it almost undid him. “You too, Levi. You have to be here.”
Surprisingly reluctant to quit watching, Levi reached for the lube and poured a healthy dollop into his hand. “Keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll be there soon.” His palm slid easily over his erection now, and he took his time enjoying the unhurried sensuality of the moment and the firm grip of his own hand.
But when Chelsea shifted, stretching her legs wider and showing Levi her pretty hole, he gave up on his hand. Yeah, it felt good, but it had nothing on Chelsea.
He climbed onto the bed behind her and rested one knee beside Spencer’s leg. He put his other foot on Spencer’s other side, by his waist, balancing himself.
It crossed his mind that he might need to get Chelsea ready, might need to ply her ass with his finger first, but then he remembered how hard she’d come with Spencer’s tongue on her hole, and realized she was already well primed.
Spence held Chelsea still as Levi held his shaft in his hand and directed it between her scrumptious ass cheeks. He pressed in until the tip popped between her taut ring of muscle.
Chelsea gasped.
“Hurts?” he asked immediately.
“No. God, no. Don’t stop.”
He pressed harder, inching his dick inside her.
Fuck, she was tighter than anything he’d ever experienced. He had to clamp his eyes closed and breathe through the exertion and pleasure.
Spencer groaned out loud. “Christ, Barr-o. I feel you there. Every fucking inch of you, moving inside her.”
Which explained why she was so unbelievably, deliciously tight. Spencer was in there too, taking up precious space. Levi ran his hand over her back, soothing her as he pushed in further.
“You’re doing so good,” Spence encouraged Chelsea.
“Burns,” she murmured.
“Is it bad, Chels?” Levi would stop if he had to. He’d pull out in a heartbeat. It might kill him, or at the very least cripple him, but he’d never hurt her.
“No. Burns so good.”
Levi thrust in farther and finally, finally bottomed out. His breath left his lungs in a whoosh and for a good few seconds he saw stars.
Holy shit, who’d ever have thought fucking a woman at the same time as his best mate would ever, ever, ever feel this incredible? Spencer brushed her hair off her neck and Levi leaned forward and nibbled at the exposed skin there.
Teamwork.
She turned her face to his and he reached around her to share a quick, hot kiss. He’d have drawn it out, but he couldn’t stay in this position. The need to move, to pull out of her and drive back in was staggering.
Spence beat him to it, bucking his hips, withdrawing and then surging back inside while Levi kissed her.
She broke the kiss with a cry.
Levi cried out too, because, fucking hell, he felt every inch of Spence’s dick moving. Just like Spence had said. And in that instant, Levi became a fervent fan of threesomes. One-on-one sex was awesome. But this? This was astonishing. Remarkable. Extraordinary. If it was the last thing he did, he’d repeat the process—many, many times. But only ever with Spence and Chelsea.
And then Levi stopped thinking. He couldn’t, not when his instincts had taken over, and he was pulling back and driving into Chelsea again, just like Spence had done. It nearly blew the top of his head off.
Chelsea cried out, a blissful sound if ever he’d heard one.
It urged them on, both of them, and though it took a couple of tries, Spence and Levi finally found a rhythm. One moved as the other remained still, and then the second one fucked her as the first waited his turn.
Levi silently gave thanks that he’d already come once. Otherwise
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