Chapter 33 #2
Roxie’s tongue strokes mine hungrily, but when she gasps into my mouth, shaking a little, I open my eyes to find Chance’s hands on her breasts. He’s tugged down the straps of her dress and somehow, I hadn’t noticed that she must’ve gone without a bra today.
Her nipples are stiff, little pink points, and he’s toying with them, pinching and rubbing. Her head drops back against his shoulder, her brow already puckered and her lips parted.
My hips jerk of their own accord, a groan rattling through my chest at the soft heat of her above me even through our clothes. Chance looks like he’s completely lost in her, his temple against hers and his eyes closed, his breathing a little harder than usual and his mouth slightly agape.
I groan again, way too turned on by the sight of them together like this. Her hair is just about the same color as his now, a dark blonde with only a hint of the brunette dye left in the strands, but it mostly washed out.
Wondering where Boone had gone off to, I glance to the side, not really surprised when I see him sitting in the armchair closest to us. He’s watching intently, restraint tightening his features and a huge bulge in his sweatpants.
He doesn’t reach for his cock, though, nor does he say anything as our gazes connect. Yet I know. I knew what he needs.
Drawing in a shaky breath in an attempt to ease myself just a little further away from the edge, I slide my hands up Roxie’s thighs, letting them disappear under her dress. Chance is still working on her nipples, but they are kissing now, too.
Their mouths crash together again and again, all flashes of slick tongues and soft moans. Transfixed by the sight, I’m only half-aware of Boone’s unspoken command, but my hands keep sliding higher until I reach the damp front panel of her panties.
I stroke my fingertips over it, relishing the shivers and tiny sounds she makes in response. When she starts grinding her hips a little, I relent, sliding my fingers between her folds and groaning when I feel how wet she is.
“God, you should feel this,” I grind out, finally tearing my gaze away from her and Chance to look back at Boone.
The big guy’s jaw is clenched now, his cheeks hot, and his breathing coming in harsh pants. As our gazes connect, he stands up and walks over.
“Lie her down,” he rasps, sinking to his knees beside us.
Chance reacts like he’s been tased, immediately letting go of her and then helping me lie her down on the rug in front of the fire.
Roxie’s chest is rising and falling in rapid pants, her eyes glazed over as she glances down at him.
He’s already rolling her panties down her legs, spreading them wide before positioning his face right in front of her pussy.
She lets out a soft, breathy moan, her eyelids fluttering closed when he wraps his fingers around her thighs and licks along her seam. Her hands fly into his hair, and as soon as she starts grinding under his mouth, I curse under my breath and shove my sweats down.
Pleasure is a real kink for me. More specifically, seeing other people in the throes of it, knowing how turned on they are and that they are racing toward release. That is one reason why this arrangement works so well for me sexually. I get off on seeing them get off. All of them.
I look away from Boone’s head buried between her creamy, trembling thighs for a minute to see Chance on her other side, one hand still on her breasts, but the other wrapped around his cock.
His head is tipped back a little, his palm flying across his shaft one second, slowing the next, alternating in a way that tells me he was already too close.
Releasing her nipple for just a moment, he bunches the collar of his shirt in his fist and pulls it off over his head, completely naked now as groans started spilling out of him. Boone has shoved his sweats down too, but he isn’t touching himself, clearly too focused on her.
My pulse is slamming under my jaw, my heart hammering so hard, it almost hurts.
I can feel pre-cum leaking from my slit and it feels like someone had my lungs in a vise.
Painfully turned on, I finally relent, wrapping my fingers around my cock and letting out an involuntary hiss when I start stroking.
Gaze flicking from Roxie’s face to Chance’s and back again, I listen intently to all the wet sounds in the room, the soft moans and louder groans, and then I hear Roxie murmur, “I want someone inside me.”
My cock twitches in my hand, her breathy words setting me right on the edge of that precipice, but I stop for a beat, glancing down into Boone’s stormy eyes.
He motions for me to lie down, and I oblige immediately.
Then he lifts her up and sets her down on top of me and helps her ease down onto my dick.
Roxie moans, her hands braced on my chest and her gaze so glassy that I almost come just at the sight of it, but then the slick heat of her pussy envelopes me and I forget how to breathe. How to think. How to do anything except fuck her.
When her muscles contract around me, I’m a goner, my eyes squeezing shut as the orgasm explodes out of me, absolutely sucking me dry. Roxie screams, her hips jerking with mine and her fingernails raking the skin of my chest.
Tremors of pleasure are still racing through me, my muscles shaking as I empty myself deep inside her.