Chapter 14 Kamirah
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Kamirah
My cell phone started vibrating and I answered it. “Hey, hon.”
“Hey, baby. Were you asleep? I messaged you half an hour ago.”
“Sorry, I was dealing with an intruder.”
“What?” he asked, horrified and I was torn between smiling and hating myself for worrying him.
“Switch to video call. I promise you, everything’s okay.”
We did, and the moment Chris saw V standing behind me, he breathed on a laugh, “Oh, thank fuck.”
“Are you alone?” V asked.
“I am. Popov is out somewhere. He’ll be gone half the night.”
“Good. Get naked, Chris.”
V led me over to the sofa and dropped my cell phone onto it. He reached for my Seals jersey and peeled it off then stripped my camisole too. I sucked in a breath when he fell to his knees behind me, hooked his fingers under the waistband of my leggings, and dragged them slowly down my legs.
“You smell so good. Like sex and temptation.”
He ran his warm hand up my legs and spread my cheeks, exposing my hole. My breath caught, and he groaned. “One day I’m going to bend you over this sofa and eat this pretty little hole until you’re screaming.”
Chris moaned on the other end of the phone, and V said, “Let’s give him something to look at, shall we?” He patted my ass and ordered, “Up on your knees. Spread those sexy legs and brace yourself against the backrest.”
I did, and Chris rasped, “So fucking sexy. I can see all of you.”
I looked down, and Chris had his cell resting on his leg, the root of his cock, straining and thick, visible in the shot along with his abs and chest. He pumped his hips up, driving into his fist, and I moaned. We’d had phone sex more times than I could count, but never like this before.
A crack sounded and the heat of V’s palm against my ass sent a shock through me, centering on my pussy. I moaned, and V growled, “I could watch your ass jiggle all night.”
He did it again and again, and my pussy throbbed. I rocked my hips, desperate for friction. My ass was hot, the skin oversensitive where he’d spanked me. V ran both hands down the backs of my legs and up the inside. He stopped his fingers only a hair’s breadth away from my pussy.
“Please,” I begged. “I need your cock.”
“You don’t want my fingers?” he asked and plunged two straight inside me.
I cried out, pushing back against them.
“Oh, yeah. So hot,” Chris moaned.
My clit pulsed, and my pussy clamped down, desperate for him. But two fingers weren’t enough. I needed more. He moved then, finger-fucking me slowly, then fast, then shallow, and then deep. Sensation built, and my breath caught on a cry as the rushing of my orgasm began.
Then his fingers were gone, and I growled. “Fuck me, V. Now.”
I heard rustling behind me, and a moment later, the pressure of his cockhead at my entrance had me moaning, “Yes.”
“How would Chris be able to see me fucking you if my clothes were in the way? Hmm?” he asked, teasing me.
I tried to imagine a smirk on his sexy face, but I had no frame of reference.
I looked back over my shoulder, wishing he’d take the mask off.
But what I saw was more than enough. He’d stripped.
I could see from his throat to his knees, and every part of him was gloriously naked.
I licked my lips and reached for him. I touched his hip, and his warm skin sent me spiraling. I wanted him inside me.
He tapped his cock against my pussy and hummed. “Your ass is spectacular. So pink and sexy.”
“Show me,” Chris demanded.
V reached for my cell phone and pointed it at my ass.
“She’s so red. That’s fuckin’ sexy. Damn, baby, you’re so wet. You want his cock bad, don’t you?”
“Jesus, more than anything. Yours too. I want yours in my mouth or my ass.”
V rubbed his cockhead against my pussy, and I cried out.
“Fuck that’s beautiful,” Chris murmured. “Drive into her, V. Fuck her like we’re both there. Make her scream.”
V punched his hips forward, bottoming out in a single thrust. I cried out, my pussy throbbing around him. “She’s so close already, Chris. Wish you could feel the way her pussy is clinging to my cock. She’s so hot and wet.”
“Fuck her hard,” Chris encouraged. “She loves it when her tits bounce and she can feel it down to her clit.”
V bent forward, and I realized he was putting my cell phone back down between our legs.
I braced my forearms against the back of the sofa and canted my hips up.
V ran his hands up my front and closed them around my breasts.
He pinched my nipples and railed me, thrusting deeper and harder than he’d ever gone before.
His sac hit my clit, and his cock drove against my G-spot with every thrust. I watched as Chris fisted his dick, his deep moans a symphony with the sound of our skin slapping together and the slick noises V’s cock made pumping in my pussy.
It was pornographic, a sensory overload.
My orgasm hit me like a freight train. I screamed as my pussy clamped down on V’s dick, electricity running through my veins and exploding like fireworks at every nerve ending.
V let go of my breasts and gripped my shoulders instead, bowing my back and driving in harder and faster. My orgasm renewed, my pussy pulsing around him non-stop.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Chris gasped. His belly was shaking, his hand shuttling over his dick so fast, it was a blur. “Wish you were buried inside me like you are in Kam. Want to feel my ass stretched around your cock, milking you.”
“Come, Chris. Let me see your cum. Empty your balls for me,” V growled through clenched teeth. V’s movements stuttered, and he sucked in a breath.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “Gonna fill you up, Kam.”
“Do it,” I gasped. “Want to feel you running down my legs.”
Chris shouted out, and I watched as his cock pulsed, cum shooting from his slit and sliding down his fingers. I reached for the cell phone and held it up so V could see it.
V choked out a gasp and drove his hips forward one more time, his cock pulsing inside me.
I imagined the condom gone, his cum painting my walls, and a tremor hit me, another orgasm rocketing through me.
“Fuck, she’s coming again,” V panted. “Fuck.” He cried out again and dropped forward, his sweaty chest pressed against my back.
He was breathing hard, and he was heavy. My arms and legs were shaking, unable to hold our weight up. I tilted us to the side, and we collapsed onto the sofa. V was sprawled out, his mask, a cum-filled condom, and his jeans and boots just below his knees the only things he wore.
I picked up my cell phone to see that Chris had brought his face into the frame again. I pointed the camera at V’s dick and let Chris watch as I eased the condom off him.
“Want you to smell of V when you go to bed tonight,” Chris murmured.
V took my cell phone off me so Chris could watch as I squeezed the cum from the condom onto my chest, and rubbed it over my breasts.
“Lick your fingers, Chris. Imagine it’s mine.” V turned my cell phone around so we could watch Chris bring his fingers to his mouth.
He sucked on them, his eyes rolling back in his head. “You taste good, V. Fuck, my cock’s getting hard again. Want to drink you all night.”
I wanted that too. I wanted a whole night with him. I wanted to learn every inch of his body, to touch and taste him.
I looked over my shoulder at him lying half underneath me.
Now was as good a time as any. I rose to my knees and started at his chest, lashing my tongue over his nipple.
His deep moan rumbled through my body, and I bit down gently.
He hissed, and his cock bucked, making a valiant effort to harden again.
I palmed his abs, gliding my fingers over those sexy-as-fuck ripples, and ran my tongue along the dip between his pecs and down to his belly button.
His skin was smooth with a sexy golden tan.
I pressed open-mouthed kisses to his abs, then nipped at his hip bones.
V’s breathing picked up, and he threaded his fingers into my hair, guiding my mouth lower.
“Hon, we’re gonna be here for a while longer. Charge your cell phone in if you’re low on battery.”
Their moans vibrated through my body, and I slipped off the sofa to undo V’s boots and get his jeans off. Even if I didn’t have him all night, I wasn’t going to turn down an opportunity to touch and taste him the way I wanted to. The only way it could be more perfect were if Chris was here too.