Chapter 17 The Ones We Keep #3
I kissed the inside of her thigh, then obeyed.
She tasted herself on my tongue and moaned. Kit joined the kiss from the side, her mouth catching mine when Bristol let me breathe. Their hands found my cock together. Bristol controlled the pressure around the shaft while Kit's thumb worked beneath the head.
Then Bristol lowered her mouth.
Her lips closed around the tip. She sucked slowly, tongue pressing into the slit before she took another inch. Kit knelt beside her and licked along the underside of my shaft. Bristol's fist worked the base. Kit's tongue followed her grip upward until their mouths met around my cock.
The sight nearly finished me before the sensation could.
Bristol took me deeper. Kit cupped my balls and kissed the wet base of my shaft while Bristol's throat tightened around the head. I groaned and put one hand in each woman's hair.
"Fuck. Easy."
Bristol pulled off. A strand of spit stretched from her lower lip to my cock before Kit caught it with her tongue.
"He means stop," Bristol said.
"I know." Kit sucked the head into her mouth hard enough to make my hips jerk, then released me with a wicked smile. "I wanted one more."
I hauled her up and put her on her back across the lounge.
"My turn," I said.
Bristol slid behind Kit and drew her against her body. She spread Kit's thighs while I settled between them, one hand supporting Kit's hip and the other stroking her breast.
I licked through Kit's pussy, tasting how wet she'd gotten from grinding on me and watching Bristol. Kit's heels pressed into the cushion. Her fingers threaded through mine where Bristol had placed my hand beside her.
"Harder," Kit said.
I sucked her clit and worked two fingers into her.
She cried out. Bristol held her open, kissed her jaw, and used two fingers to spread her pussy wider for my mouth. I curled inside Kit, found the pressure that made her hips chase me, and kept my tongue firm against her clit.
"Baby, don't you dare make me come yet."
I lifted my head just enough to answer. "You told me harder."
"Harder isn't permission to ruin my plan."
Bristol laughed into her neck. "That's an impressive sentence under the circumstances."
Kit's laugh broke into a moan when I gave her one more slow suck. Then I withdrew my fingers and kissed the wet inside of her thigh.
She grabbed my shoulders and pulled me over her. Her mouth tasted herself from mine. Bristol kissed both of us where our faces met, one hand still moving over Kit's trembling thigh.
Kit reached down and wrapped her fingers around my slick cock.
"Lie back," she said.
I did.
She swung one leg over my hips and settled above me. Bristol moved beside us, hand firm at Kit's lower back. Kit positioned the head of my cock beneath her wet entrance but didn't take me in.
Her eyes held mine.
"Watch me, baby."
Kit lowered herself until the head of my cock pressed into her pussy.
She stopped there and rolled her hips once, coating me in the wet heat we'd spent the last hour building. My hands went to her waist by instinct.
"Not yet." She caught both wrists and put my hands flat on the cushion beside me. "Let me give it to you first."
I left them there.
Kit sank down one slow inch at a time. Her pussy opened around me, tight and slick, every controlled drop pulling more of my cock inside her.
Her eyes stayed on mine. She watched every reaction cross my face and adjusted to it, slowing when my stomach tightened, adding the smallest forward tilt when my breathing broke.
Bristol knelt beside us with one hand at Kit's lower back.
"Look at him," she whispered.
"I am."
Kit took the last inch and sat fully on me. Her clit pressed against the wet base of my cock. She held still long enough for both of us to feel how completely I filled her, then leaned down and kissed me.
"I love you," she said against my lips.
"I love you too."
Her smile warmed me a second before her hips started moving.
She rose slowly. Not a quick lift, not a bounce. Her thighs flexed around mine and carried her up until only the head of my cock remained inside her. Then she rolled her pelvis forward and came down in one deep stroke.
The angle dragged every inch of me along her front wall and seated me hard enough that we both groaned.
She did it again.
Long rise. Forward tilt. Deep drop. A grinding circle at the bottom that worked her clit against me before she climbed again.
Kit owned the rhythm so completely that I didn't have to guess what she needed. I only had to survive it.
Bristol watched Kit's hips with the focused gaze she'd used on the photographs. Her hand followed the line of Kit's lower back without changing the movement.
"How do you keep the drop that straight after rising that high?" she asked.
Kit was almost at the top. "Thighs for the rise. Hips for the landing."
She tilted forward and dropped.
Her pussy swallowed me to the base. The wet slap carried over the dark water, followed by the sharp sound Kit made when the grind hit her clit.
"Like that," she said.
Bristol's fingers spread over Kit's hip, feeling the next rise. "You change direction before you drop."
"Barely."
"It isn't barely from down here," I managed.
Both women smiled.
Kit rose again, slower this time, and Bristol's hand moved from her hip to her breast. She rolled Kit's nipple between her fingers while Kit held me just inside her, hovering on shaking thighs.
"Now, baby," Kit said.
I knew what she wanted.
She dropped as I thrust up.
The collision drove a cry out of her. Kit folded over me, tits against my chest, mouth open against mine. She never lost the cadence. Her hips lifted, fell, and ground, each cycle tighter and harder than the one before.
Bristol kissed the back of her shoulder. One hand stayed on Kit's breast. The other found mine and lifted it from the cushion.
"She gave you the rhythm," Bristol said. "You can touch her now."
Kit laughed once, breathless. "Generous."
I filled both hands with her ass.
The muscles flexed under my palms as she worked. I didn't set the pace. I helped her hold it, gripping her when her thighs trembled and driving up each time she dropped. Kit answered every thrust with a grind that rubbed her clit harder at the base.
Her kisses lost their neatness. She bit my lower lip, licked into my mouth, then sat upright again because she wanted me watching.
Sweat shone between her breasts. Her hair stuck to one cheek. Her eyes were bright with love and the wicked concentration of a woman doing exactly what she knew she did best.
"Feel me getting close?" she asked.
Her pussy tightened around me on the next rise.
"Every fucking bit of it."
"Hold back."
"Trying."
Bristol's mouth found my shoulder. "He is."
Kit dropped harder.
My control slipped another inch. She felt it. Her smile turned hungry, but she didn't chase my orgasm. She shortened her rise and changed the angle, keeping me buried while her hips worked in hard circles.
The new cadence was built for her clit. Tight grind forward. Small lift. Deep drop. Grind again.
Bristol cupped Kit's breasts from behind and held her upright through it. Kit leaned into that support, one hand braced on my chest, the other gripping Bristol's thigh beside us.
"Don't stop moving," Bristol said near her ear.
"Wasn't planning to."
Kit's voice broke on the last word.
Her pussy started pulsing around my cock. The first contractions came unevenly, warning clenches that made my balls pull tight. I drove up beneath her, short and deep, giving her pressure without taking her rhythm away.
"Yes." Kit's nails dug into my chest. "Right there, baby. Up into me."
I did it again.
She came on the next drop.
Kit's whole body locked over mine. Her pussy clamped down in a brutal first pulse, then another, each contraction gripping my cock from base to head. A raw cry tore out of her and echoed into the trees.
She kept riding.
Her thighs shook. Her rhythm fractured into desperate little lifts and grinding drops, but she drove herself through every wave.
Bristol held her around the ribs and kissed her neck while Kit's tits moved in her hands.
I thrust up gently through the contractions, watching Kit's face lose every trace of control she'd carried into the ride.
"That's it," Bristol whispered. "Take all of it."
Kit's orgasm rolled through her again. Her pussy milked me in hard, wet pulses. She bowed over my chest, gasping my name, then forced her hips through two more circles until the last aftershock left her trembling around me.
I held back.
It hurt. My cock throbbed inside her and my balls ached with it, but Kit had trusted me with the rhythm and Bristol was waiting beside us with her thighs pressed tight against her own need.
Kit finally went still. Her forehead rested against mine. Sweat slid from her body onto mine.
"You stayed with me," she whispered.
"Always."
"And you didn't come."
"Also true."
She laughed weakly and kissed me.
Bristol eased an arm around Kit's waist as she lifted from my cock. Kit made a small sound at the empty feeling and settled beside my hip, legs shaking too badly to trust without support.
I reached for her, but she caught my hand and kissed the center of my palm.
"I'm good," she said. "I'm going to be even better when I watch Bris ruin what's left of you."
Bristol's eyes darkened.
Kit looked at her. "Show me your angle."
Bristol reclined on the rear lounge and held out her hand to me.
There wasn't a hint of performance in the invitation. Her hair spread over the cushion. Her knees opened. The private warmth she'd protected all day had turned hungry and direct, and she wanted me close enough to feel every part of it.
I moved over her.
"Closer," she said before my weight had settled. "I don't want space."
I lowered my chest to hers while keeping enough weight on my forearms not to crush her. Bristol wrapped both arms around my back. Her legs came around my hips and locked at the ankles, pulling my cock along her wet pussy.
Kit lay on her side beside us. She rested one hand on Bristol's stomach and the other on my back.