Chapter 31
GHOST
I’d been sitting back at my place, my laptop open, zoomed in on Camile giving me her little striptease, and then her riding Ace’s face, followed by Ace and Rook fucking her with that goddamned carrot.
I could have stayed there, hidden behind a screen, my cock in hand, but I hadn’t been able to stop myself.
I’d needed more.
More of her. More of her scent. Of her taste. Of the feel of her soft skin.
Yeah, so I’d had a ‘fuck it’ moment, and that had brought me straight to her place. Now I’m kneeling between her gorgeous thighs with a direct view of her wet, swollen pussy. I’ve been on this planet over thirty years, and I don’t think I’ve seen anything so fucking perfect in my life.
I lean in and inhale deeply. The scent of her sweet musk goes directly to my cock. My mouth waters. Dear fucking God, I could drown in her and die happy.
I’m aware of Ace and Rook nearby, watching me like they’re expecting me to blow up at any moment. Did I feel jealous, watching them touching her? Yeah, I did, but not in a possessive way, more in an ‘I want to be them’ way.
My cock is impossibly hard in my jeans. It’s been a long time since I was last this close to a woman. It’s been years. I haven’t trusted myself to be near another person, and yet here I am, in a room with four of us.
Ace’s gaze flicks constantly between me and Camile.
Rook is anxious, but that doesn’t stop his hand going to the front of his jeans, rubbing himself.
I want to do the same, but truthfully, I’m too on the edge to risk touching myself.
With her still half hanging off the edge of the low couch, her legs spread wide, I get myself into an army crawl position, which brings my face directly between her thighs. I prop myself up on my forearms and bury my face in her sweet pussy.
She tastes so good, even better for her very recent orgasm.
I use my tongue to trace every inch of her, to circle around her engorged clit, flicking it lightly.
She bucks at the contact. Then I trace her lower lips, sucking her into my mouth, and finally harden my tongue to a point and slide it deep inside her.
Her fingers lace through my hair, and the gentleness of her touch does something to my heart, right before she pulls the strands tight, which does something to my dick.
“Oh, Ghost. God… your tongue.”
Her groans and whimpers are so fucking sexy. Rook, beside her on the couch, leans over and captures her mouth with his, swallowing her sounds.
Ace stands by, still with that fucking carrot in his hand, and watches the show.
I’m painfully hard, and the only relief I can get is by grinding my hips into the carpet. I pick up a rhythm, tongue fucking her pussy while I dry hump the floor.
Rook stops kissing her and instead palms one of her pretty little tits so he can also watch.
I want more. I want to feel every part of her.
Using some of her lubrication, I slide a finger down from her pussy and position it at her ass. I press lightly, observing her expression. She gives a little gasp.
“Is this okay?” I ask her.
I haven’t forgotten what happened between her and Rook.
She nods, frantic. “Yes, Ghost. I want you there. I want you everywhere.”
I like the sound of that. I want her everywhere, too, but right now she’s just all over my face.
I slowly push my finger into her ass. She cries out, her hips lifting, and I cover her clit with my mouth and suck. Then I dip down again, swiping my tongue across her seam and pushing inside, so I’m fucking her ass with my finger and her pussy with my tongue.
How have I lived for this long without knowing how her pussy tastes?
The feel of her clenching around me is insane. Fuuuccck, it’s almost too much to take. How will it feel to be inside her for real, to experience her body gripping my cock? My dick would slide inside her so easily, like coming home.
I feast on her, thrusting my finger and tongue in and out of her.
At the same time, I can’t help my hips moving.
It’s as though she’s already under me, and my cock doesn’t know the difference.
My balls are heavy and hot, my cock like iron.
The intensity rachets up, building higher and higher.
The peak of my pleasure is a mere breath away…
Oh, shit. This can’t be happening. I’m not going to come in my pants, I tell myself sternly. Except… I so am.
I can’t stop myself. I’m on a train straight into hell, but there’s no getting off. Not now. I can tell Camile is close. I’m not going to stop, even if it means embarrassing the shit out of myself in front of two other club members.
Camile’s cries bounce off the walls, and her back arches. She pushes her pussy against my face, her hand knotted in my hair as her ass clenches around my finger. Wetness gushes over my tongue and chin, and it makes me lose whatever control I had of myself.
Grinding into the carpet, pleasure pulses through me. With a groan and a shudder, hot streams of cum explode from my cock and fill my boxers
Shock fills me, despite all the warning signs of what was coming. I barely dare to look up and see the faces of the others. My orgasm leaves my cock surrounded by the hot wet mess of my own semen.
Fuck. I just came in my pants like a fucking teenage boy.