toward her and fed her his cock. It filled her mouth, thick and hot, and she closed her eyes and floated, mindless, lost in the sensuality of it, nothing but sensation, Chris in her mouth and throat, Dag’s tongue dragging across her flesh, lips sucking at her nipples, fingers sliding inside her and rubbing over her clit, rubbing circles that started a tingling, a buzzing, a tightening.
“Inside me!” she gasped, letting Chris’s cock slide from her lips, her hips moving. She was so close and she wanted the sensation of Dag inside her when she came. She waited agonizing seconds as Dag donned a condom then moved over her. Her knees bent and her hips lifted, her heels dug into the bed and she couldn’t stop the cry that fell from her lips as Dag pushed inside her, so big it hurt. The pain was brief though as her body adjusted to him and grew wetter around him. He filled her exquisitely, intensifying the sparkles swirling inside her, coiling up into a sharp, hard point of pleasure and then bursting.
“Fuck, Kassidy.” The words burst from Dag’s lips and she opened her eyes to look at him, his face tightened into a grimace of pleasure and pain. Her gaze riveted to the compelling sight—his dark hair falling across his forehead, his beautiful mouth parted, eyes flashing. “You’re so fucking tight and hot. When you came…aw, here I go…” And he came inside her in tight, hard jerks of his body, his hands tight on her legs, holding them up, his body a big, dark triangle of muscle between her thighs.
Another ripple of pleasure washed over her, not as intense, more of a warm shimmery glow, and oh god, it was wonderful. Amazing.
Then Chris came too in hot spurts across her breasts. She reached a hand out and laid it on his hard thigh, then with her other hand she reached down and drew her fingers through his semen, rubbed it in slow, languid circles as they collapsed and fought for breath.
Wow. Just…wow.
Chapter Nine
Things got a little weird when they ate breakfast, the three of them in the kitchen, but Chris and Dag kept insulting each other and joking around until they were all laughing and Kassidy had to shake her head. They started talking about last night and the friends Dag hadn’t seen for so long.
“Kevin’s lost half his hair already,” Dag said. “I can’t believe that.”
“Yeah, the poor fucker.”
“Actually, your hairline looks a little higher than the last time I saw you,” Dag said.
“Fuck off, it is not. At least I haven’t packed on the pounds like you have.”
Dag snorted. “As if. You wish you had my svelte physique.”
“Svelte? Ha!”
There wasn’t an ounce of fat on either guy. Chris had always been muscular and he worked out to stay that way. Dag was a couple inches taller, his muscles a little less bulky but no less impressive, his shoulders wide, his hips lean.
“Okay,” Dag finally said, draining his coffee. “I’m off back to the hotel.”
“What’re you up to today?”
“I gotta get some work done. I’ve got more meetings set up for next week.”
“I thought you were done.”
“Nah. After I got this great idea and talked to your most excellent and intelligent girlfriend here, I got on the phone and set up some more. Different people to talk to. I need to get some things ready.”
“Okay. So we’ll talk to you tomorrow maybe.”
“Yeah. Sure.” Dag turned to Kassidy. “If I have questions, can I call you?”
“Of course.”
He was leaving.
Of course he was leaving. They couldn’t have sex twenty-four-seven, and she and Chris had lots to do—new curtains to put up, pictures she wanted hung, and she had her Saturday afternoon yoga class.
When he was gone, she turned to Chris, desperate to talk about it, to reassure herself yet again that he was okay with what had happened, to ask him about what he and Dag had done in the past, and, even though in her head she thought what they’d done was absolutely depraved and kinky, to make sure
“Inside me!” she gasped, letting Chris’s cock slide from her lips, her hips moving. She was so close and she wanted the sensation of Dag inside her when she came. She waited agonizing seconds as Dag donned a condom then moved over her. Her knees bent and her hips lifted, her heels dug into the bed and she couldn’t stop the cry that fell from her lips as Dag pushed inside her, so big it hurt. The pain was brief though as her body adjusted to him and grew wetter around him. He filled her exquisitely, intensifying the sparkles swirling inside her, coiling up into a sharp, hard point of pleasure and then bursting.
“Fuck, Kassidy.” The words burst from Dag’s lips and she opened her eyes to look at him, his face tightened into a grimace of pleasure and pain. Her gaze riveted to the compelling sight—his dark hair falling across his forehead, his beautiful mouth parted, eyes flashing. “You’re so fucking tight and hot. When you came…aw, here I go…” And he came inside her in tight, hard jerks of his body, his hands tight on her legs, holding them up, his body a big, dark triangle of muscle between her thighs.
Another ripple of pleasure washed over her, not as intense, more of a warm shimmery glow, and oh god, it was wonderful. Amazing.
Then Chris came too in hot spurts across her breasts. She reached a hand out and laid it on his hard thigh, then with her other hand she reached down and drew her fingers through his semen, rubbed it in slow, languid circles as they collapsed and fought for breath.
Wow. Just…wow.
Chapter Nine
Things got a little weird when they ate breakfast, the three of them in the kitchen, but Chris and Dag kept insulting each other and joking around until they were all laughing and Kassidy had to shake her head. They started talking about last night and the friends Dag hadn’t seen for so long.
“Kevin’s lost half his hair already,” Dag said. “I can’t believe that.”
“Yeah, the poor fucker.”
“Actually, your hairline looks a little higher than the last time I saw you,” Dag said.
“Fuck off, it is not. At least I haven’t packed on the pounds like you have.”
Dag snorted. “As if. You wish you had my svelte physique.”
“Svelte? Ha!”
There wasn’t an ounce of fat on either guy. Chris had always been muscular and he worked out to stay that way. Dag was a couple inches taller, his muscles a little less bulky but no less impressive, his shoulders wide, his hips lean.
“Okay,” Dag finally said, draining his coffee. “I’m off back to the hotel.”
“What’re you up to today?”
“I gotta get some work done. I’ve got more meetings set up for next week.”
“I thought you were done.”
“Nah. After I got this great idea and talked to your most excellent and intelligent girlfriend here, I got on the phone and set up some more. Different people to talk to. I need to get some things ready.”
“Okay. So we’ll talk to you tomorrow maybe.”
“Yeah. Sure.” Dag turned to Kassidy. “If I have questions, can I call you?”
“Of course.”
He was leaving.
Of course he was leaving. They couldn’t have sex twenty-four-seven, and she and Chris had lots to do—new curtains to put up, pictures she wanted hung, and she had her Saturday afternoon yoga class.
When he was gone, she turned to Chris, desperate to talk about it, to reassure herself yet again that he was okay with what had happened, to ask him about what he and Dag had done in the past, and, even though in her head she thought what they’d done was absolutely depraved and kinky, to make sure
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