36. A Little Voyeurism Never Hurt Anyone
Chapter thirty-six
A Little Voyeurism Never Hurt Anyone
Stanley
Just when I thought I was finally getting Maria to myself, Drake had to work his way back in again. Bully for me for thinking he was spent. I should have known better. Now I have to stare at that stupid smile of his.
My spite kicks in and I roll onto my back, taking Maria with me. The sudden shift and pull of gravity heightens the sensation on my length, driving me deeper within her until there’s nothing left of me.
“Hey!”
I bite back a laugh at Drake’s disappointment. He’s already come; why does he need a second orgasm?
I brace Maria’s thighs in my hands as I pound deeper into her, her body clashing against mine with each thrust. I relish in the visuals of her undulating ass and her back arching to take in more of me.
Each drive into her elicits another excited whimper, her hands scrambling to latch onto anything to keep herself steady.
“Fuck you,” Drake whispers in passing as he takes up residence in front of Maria. I chuckle beneath my breath as he struggles to get it in; I’m not going to give him the chance when I’m enjoying myself too much.
“Fucking hold still!” He grabs my wrists and uses that momentary pause to insert himself. I feel the swell of his member inside her, adding to her already restricting walls.
Alright, Drake, you wanna be like this?
I pull Maria’s thighs even higher until her back is flush against my chest, leaving her vulnerable to our insertions. Her keening grows louder with each joining, more desperate and eager, pleading for us to drive her over that edge.
Each note strikes a chord against my spine, tamping up the pressure building within me. I don’t want it to end this soon, not so Drake can get another turn alone with her. But once my lust takes over, there’s no coming back.
“Fuck... fuck...” I sink my teeth into the skin of her shoulder as I spill inside her, hot and wet and needing.
I lose every sense of myself as the orgasm throws my brain around like clumsy quarterbacks with a football.
Drake’s continued thrusts help to rub me out and continue the waves of pleasure coursing through me, stealing every last thought possible from my mind.
I lie there for a while, listening to Maria’s continued moans of pleasure. I playfully squeeze her breast, rolling the soft flesh around in my hand to add to her delight. Her hand joins mine to show me exactly what she likes, manually demonstrating how she wants to be touched.
My seminal fluid starts to run down my thigh; it’s already cool and thick. I slowly extract myself, exiting with a wet pop! that leaves my spine shivering in bliss. Maria grunts at the sudden loss of me, though her hands clamber for me as I try to squeeze myself out from under her.
“C’mere...” Her hands find my face and she pulls me down into a kiss, awkward and upside-down but still pleasant as her warm tongue flicks against mine. The kiss is so tender that it swells something in my chest, something that ties me down to her and makes me never want to leave.
I think I might...
I smile and pull away before I can finish that thought. My cheeks grow hot but I hope the dim lighting of the room hides most of it.
Reminder for next time: do more foreplay. That kiss is more than I bargained for.
“How about you stop being a selfish prick and finish going down on the lady? You’ve already had your turn.” I lightly punch Drake on the shoulder, so eager to have a go when it’s unlikely he’ll reach that climax any time soon.
“You haven’t come yet?” he asks with sweat dripping down his surprised brow. Maria bites her lip and shakes her head.
“Shit...” Drake grits his teeth in disappointment and pulls out, his length bobbing up to smack him on the lower stomach.
“If there’s one thing I don’t do, it’s disappoint a lady.
” He grins and drops to his stomach, his hands pushing her thighs back until her knees almost meet her chest. He wastes no time bathing her folds and between with his tongue, his eyes darting up to meet hers and measure how well he’s doing.
Maria’s toes curl in response, and her head reels back against the pillow.
Fingers pinch her nipples and her hips start to grind down against his probing tongue.
I leave for a moment to wash myself off and return with a few towels for their benefit. My body twitches as I dry my length off, watching the way Maria’s body squirms with each hearty suck of her sensitive area.
“Put it inside me,” she whispers huskily, her fingers reaching down to part her folds for easier access. “Fuck me with your tongue.”
Drake obliges and buries his tongue as far as it will go inside her. She starts touching and rubbing herself, her hips working her split faster and faster onto him, until—!
“I’m! I’m!”
A long whimpering sound erupts from her throat as her entire body goes stiff. Ecstasy is written all over her pinched expression, her lips parted and gasping for air.
I steal the moment for myself and kiss her again, much deeper and more intimate this time than the previous kiss. She exhales into my mouth, desperate for more air. Our lips hum against each other as the last ebbs and flows of her orgasm finally slip away.
She smiles up at me when we finally part; it’s partly shy, partly grateful. Seeing her like this makes that feeling crest behind my ribs again.
Don’t say it.
“Thirsty?” I ask to keep the intrusive thought at bay.
“Desperately.” She traces her fingers along my jawline and I lean into her touch.
“Hey, I’m thirsty too,” Drake interrupts, ruining the moment. I roll my eyes.
“Yeah, okay, you brat.” I throw a towel at his face to wipe the juices from his chin and head toward the door.
“First dibs on the shower!” Maria rolls herself off the bed and pads her way to the bathroom, eager to get there before the rest of us.
"All yours, love." I don't mind letting her have it. She deserves it.
Just as I'm about to head out to get our drinks, Ed suddenly pulls the door shut and keeps a hold of the doorknob.
“Hey, champ! Had a good night’s sleep?”
Champ? Oh shit, is Alexander here?
I tip-toe back to the bed with a finger to my lips.
“The kid’s here,” I whisper. I don’t think Ed would appreciate it if we went another round with his son just on the other side of the door.
“Ugh, at least it was fun while it lasted.” Drake shrugs and drapes the small hand towel over his head.
"... we can still have some fun of our own." A smile curls across my face as I nod to the bathroom. If we can't go out there, might as well occupy ourselves in here.