44. Nasty Girl
CHAPTER 44
Nasty Girl
KEY
N ever in a million years did I think I’d be here. It’s crazy enough to think that Dusty would be back in my life and that it would be in a way where I get to love her. But this? I remember what she said to me the first day I ever met her. That her greatest wish was to be loved. I’ve always loved her but she needs more, and now she has it. She deserves it. The universe sure has a dark sense of humor, because surely this was all meant to be—life was always meant to end up this way. What else could explain the astronomical odds of my best friend falling in love with the love of my life?
Dusty slides her tongue up the underside of my dick and I groan. Her hand works Joel while she sucks me off. Then, as if to prove to me she does love us both equally, she strokes me while sucking him. I watch, fascinated, as she switches between us. Her lips are swollen and her chest shines from the drool that has spilled down her mouth and neck. Years of fantasies are coming true in this moment.
“What do you think, Joel? Is she messy enough for you yet?” I ask.
She sits back on her heels and swallows. The muscles of her throat working so beautifully.
“I think she’s done a pretty good job,” he says, humming softly.
Joel, Joel, Joel. Always with the praise. Guy doesn’t have a mean bone in his body and while I’m hardly a bully, there’s something about leaving behind the religiously traumatized boy to become this version of myself that turns me on. Dusty was always the one in control of our narrative. It was her who came and went in and out of my life. Now? I’m taking that power back. And while I wasn’t sure if she could handle it at first, that look in her eye right now tells me she loves it.
“If you’re satisfied,” I say with a careless drawl. “But I think she needs to prove herself a little more to me.”
Joel smirks. “I think I know exactly what you mean. Lie on the bed, princess,” he says.
She wipes her mouth and moves to obey, but I grasp her wrist as she passes me. Her eyes crease at the corners as she looks back questioningly.
“Lose the bottoms,” I say, gesturing to the skirt and underwear she’s still wearing.
“Oh,” she whispers, “right?—”
“I got you, princess,” Joel says, stepping behind her. He hooks his thumbs into the belt loops of that devastating mini skirt and pulls down. Her matching green thong sits delectably on her hips and when she steps out of the skirt, I spot where the fabric is damp and my mouth waters.
Joel leans down to kiss her hip, and her eyes close for a moment as he sinks his teeth into the soft skin of her thigh. He pulls the fabric down exposing her and I’m not sure how it’s possible but I get harder seeing all of her bare like this.
“Lay her down, head off the edge of the bed here,” I say, pointing in front of me.
Joel guides Dusty over, her eyes dark and wild as they linger. She shuffles her way to the edge of the bed where I stand over her. I reach forward and pinch her tiny nipples and she sucks in a breath but it has the desired effect and distracts her from Joel. He kneels between her legs and with a quick push forward, buries his face in her pussy.
“Oh my god!” Dusty cries out, and I watch for a minute as she squirms, her hands twisting in the bed sheets. Joel wraps his arms around her hips to pin her to the bed as she begins to thrust and I gently tap her cheek. Her eyes fly open and she looks straight up at me, her gaze darting between me and my cock.
“Tap my leg if it gets too much,” I say. “Open up.”
She does, and I begin to fuck her mouth. Hot, sweet warmth envelops me. Bliss, absolute bliss. I can tell she’s trying to concentrate, but Joel’s tongue brings her closer and closer to the edge and her rhythm starts to falter. I love the way I can feel her losing control. My cock hits the back of her throat, her saliva coating every inch of me. I can’t wait to sink myself into her but these things take time.
Her toes start to flex and her legs shake and while I could keep fucking her mouth, I want to see her come for him. I pull myself free and sink to my knees next to her head.
“Come for him,” I whisper. “Show him how much you love his tongue in your cunt.”
She looks at me and tries to lift her head but I pin her to the bed, watching as her eyes roll back and a great trembling takes over her body.
“Oh fuck!” she cries. “Fuck! I’m coming!”
Her whole body shakes. She breathes hot in my ear, her pants sharp. Then she does something I’m not expecting. She grabs hold of my neck and kisses me. Moaning against my lips she devours me and I return the favor. My hands wind through her hair, our tongues clashing beautifully as I reach down to caress her chest. This is where we want her. That place where your brain turns off and you simply do what feels good.
Society and its “rules” don’t have a place in here with what we’re doing. And while I may call her a slut and a whore behind closed doors, I’ll kill any motherfucker who attempts the same. Those names are from my lips only because only then will she know that she can be whatever version of herself she wants to be. If she wants to play the good girl/innocent angel, I’ll love her. But if she wants to be the wanton, sex-crazed nympho who fucks two guys at once? I’ll encourage that all day long.
“You’re so filthy,” I say against her lips. “I love you so fucking much.”
I kiss her again and she gasps out loud, her body contorting before we both look down at Joel whose smirking like it’s his birthday. At my quizzical glance, he shrugs. “Just getting the backdoor ready.”
I look back down at Dusty and give her another passionate kiss. “You hear that, sweetheart? You’re about to feel so good you forget your own name.”