Chapter Eight – Angela #2
“Come here, Willa,” Gray said, pulling her away from me bodily.
She went, willing, as he rolled her on her back and moved himself to lay above her, supported on his arms, and then looked at me.
“Princess, I want you to watch,” he said, reaching out one hand to catch my chin.
“Everything I do to her, I’m going to do to you, and then some.
Only I’m going to wait until you’re begging me. ”
“Can—I—help?” I stuttered the words.
He gave me another easy smile. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.
” Then he lowered his head to kiss her, leaving his body arched up, condomed cock jutting between them.
Willa made more small loving sounds as she was screened off by his hair, and I was forced to imagine what was going through her mind.
I felt the bed move as I saw her hips rise, asking him for entry, and watched him release his own clenched ass and tight thighs as he lowered himself to take her.
“Willa,” I gasped, grabbing her hand with my own. She took it and held it back just as tight as he started to push and she started to moan. My other hand went between my legs to touch myself, I couldn’t help it, I didn’t know what else to do.
Gray leaned up from her and gazed at me as he gave her steady strokes.
Willa’s lips parted with a pant, her head back, her perfect breasts falling slightly to each side.
I leaned in to kiss her as each move he made rocked the bed.
She brought her hands up to grab my hair and kiss me fiercely.
“I love you, Angie,” she whispered in my ear.
“I know,” I whispered back. I could feel him moving her, it was almost as good as him moving me—he reached over and grabbed my ass, holding it tight, then looked at my trapped hand.
“You know how to touch yourself? Good,” he said, his voice low.
“Touch yourself for me. I want you so wet for me,” he said, still rhythmically stroking into my best friend.
The cognitive dissonance was harsh until it broke me, and then everything made sense.
I’d always loved Willa, and she’d always loved me, it was natural for us to be here, loving this man and each other. This, was meant to be.
The genie was uncorked.
I gathered my legs beneath me, hand still rubbing my spot and kissed him, then leaned up, presenting my breasts again.
He nuzzled one and sucked it, until my nipple was hard—and I was tugging at my other nipple for him.
Willa reached a hand up over to follow mine through my underwear, and started pushing up, right where I wanted her—him—either of them to be, the cotton keeping her out even as its wetness betrayed me.
We were all moving, all in motion, the bed rocking, their hips matching, my breasts bobbing as my hands rubbed more quickly.
Then something happened—between them—I could feel the mood deepen.
Gray pulled his mouth off my breasts and looked back down at Willa and her hands left me and went for his back.
He started stroking in earnest, like everything that’d come before’d been mere practice, I could see all the flawless muscles in his ass and back clench as he went deeper with each stroke.
I lay down beside Willa then, pretending that each thrust he pushed into her was going into me, and I could see by the light of his desk lamp the way his stomach curved down and her stomach curved up for them to meet, where his shaft ran in and out of her, as her light fur hid the precise spot where they joined, where I most wanted to see.
I rubbed myself in time with his strokes, with the sound of her voice rising, with his breathing heavy overhead, his streaming hair brushing both of us as he bucked himself deeper in.
Then her hand found mine and grasped it again, and I held it tight as I rubbed myself hard. She was going—and I wanted to go with her—with both of them—oh god please yes, yes, yes!
Willa came first, and it was like she was coming for the both of us—watching her spasm underneath him, her body curl as she gasped and cried out, watching her getting fucked—it dragged me along.
I shouted out, the first time I’d ever been allowed to scream during orgasm, instead of muffling them in pillows at home—and I screamed again as another tremor rippled through me.
And over Willa, over both of us, was Gray, still fucking her like some sort of fuck-machine, watching the two of us, eyes intent and dark.
“Good,” he said, and then growled. It was an animal sound, and he started thrusting more wildly, while she made helpless taken sounds.
He growled again and grunted, thrusting fiercely up.
I knew he was coming inside of her, and it made me ache to feel him—I wanted that so bad—the space between my legs had never felt half so hollow before.
He grunted again, thrashing as she moaned, and then hissed, pulling himself out of her, the condom wrapped around him shining with her juices.
He chuckled darkly and then moved to stand, walking across the room.
Willa moaned again and collapsed, and I lolled at her side, feeling almost as wrung out. It was like I’d gotten to go along on her ride—just like I always had—it made all this make sense.
She nuzzled her head against my shoulder and I moved my arm to hold her.
“That was so good,” I whispered. “Better than it’s ever been before.”
She reached up to push a piece of hair out of my face. “I’m so glad you came.”
“Me too,” I said, kissing her gently.
I knew enough about how penises worked to know that we’d have to wait until Gray could go a second time. Even if he couldn’t go—I had enough masturbation fantasies now for the rest of my life.
But really—I knew something had changed in me now.
The genie was in the open. Even if Gray couldn’t fuck me—I knew from here on out I was going to find some way to be fucked when I wanted it.
Now that I knew who I was, now that I felt my own power—I wouldn’t be denied again.
Not even if we had to go out and buy Willa a strap-on. Actually—maybe that was a….
Gray returned from the vicinity of his desk and sat back down, legs splayed. His cock draped atop the large balls between his legs, thick and long.
“Come here, Angela.”
I looked to Willa, who nudged me away, and then moved to do as I was told, crawling over to him, my small breasts dangling down.
“Give me your hand,” he commanded.
I rocked back to kneel and put my hand out.
He took it and sunk it down and with curious fingertips I stroked.
The skin of his shaft was soft, but underneath it felt firm—was firming—his cock rose beneath my hand like some separate animal as I touched it, and I gasped in surprise. “But I thought,” I whispered.
“You thought wrong,” he answered, and took my hand, wrapping it around himself, and then drew it slowly up and down.
I could feel the lip where the head of his cock began, the smooth underbelly of his shaft, and where it seamed with lower parts of him.
And I knew without knowing what it would feel like to hold it inside of me, where all of my darkness ached.
Should I do what Willa’d done? I looked to him for answers and saw him regarding me coolly, waiting for me to make the next move.
So I lowered my head slowly, bobbing down, using my other hand for balance as I opened up my mouth, licking him like he was an ice cream cone, sweeping my tongue over his head.
He chuckled at that and rocked back on one arm, then let go of himself and started using that hand to size me up, grabbing at my breasts, reaching beneath to pull and rub my nipples with his fingers, then grabbing my rising ass, palming each cheek.
Memories triggered and I remembered a ranch my mom had sent me to one summer, where I’d watched a cowboy getting ready to break a mare—him testing her, feeling her all over, seeing if she was ready to be ridden.
It felt similar to what was happening now, and at the thought of that, I brought both my lips around the head of him, to suck with intent, and spread my legs a little wider.
I was ready. God, I was so fucking ready.
And then Willa was there. Brave Willa, smart Willa.
She wriggled around on her half of the bed until she was directly south of me and pushed her head between my knees.
I paused on Gray’s cock, still sucking his head like he was a monstrous lollipop, as she reached up to pull my hips down onto her face.
I felt one of her hands moving my underwear out of the way and then—I felt her tongue lick up.
My labia parted for her, already dripping wet, and she knew where to kiss me, the spot where they met, where I’d just finished rubbing. I moaned—if her kissing me there made kissing Gray feel like that—I started sucking on him even harder, working on his penis with my tongue.
He groaned overhead and I groaned into him, trapped between arching back to let Willa have more of me, and rocking forward to take more of him.
I liked the way he smelled, the scent of sex in the air, his own sweet musk, and the way he tasted, the glaze of cum he’d just spilled for Willa on my tongue in my mouth.
Willa—kept finding—the right spot and—I pulled my head off of his cock to make an animal whine.
“Not without me you don’t, girl.” Gray said, pulling me to him and away from her. He tugged my underwear off, then snapped open another condom to unfurl it over himself. Then he grabbed me again and lay down, pushing us both further up the bed, as he held me to his chest.