Captive Ride(41)

“No,” I shout and then, gathering myself, I repeat it, but this time quietly. “No.”

Easy’s asking for something from me that I’ve never fully given him. It’s not that I don’t trust him, but he’s asking me to lay myself bare for him and Annie. My options are simple. Either buy in or step away. I give up Annie and I probably give up Easy too. Not that he’d push me aside but seeing them together and knowing I could be part of that would eat me up inside until I would need to climb onto my bike and ride away. The answer is well, easy. “I’m in.”

“All the way?” He looks suspicious and it cracks me up.

“All the way.”

All the way means that by the end of the work day, Annie appears on our doorstep like we rubbed her out of the genie bottle.

Easy opens the door and pulls her inside. Next to the curb, Pippa in her death box of a tiny car waves and speeds off.

“What’s the story?” I bark out a little harsher than I mean to.

She smiles tentatively and says, “I’m going to a library get together in Minneapolis until Thursday.”

A big grin breaks out over Easy’s face. “Two days with us, huh? That’s nice. Real nice. Now to the important stuff. You wearing it?”

She nods.

“Show us.”

I want to object that we should feed her first or watch a fucking movie but Annie turns around, gathers up her ugly navy skirt and bends over. Underneath ain’t ugly at all because under the skirt is all Annie. She’s gone commando, either all day or just for our benefit.

“If I knew you weren’t wearing panties under those skirts, Little Red, you’d be bent over the stacks with me pounding inside you.” Easy’s voice is rough with his lust.

I nod in agreement, suddenly a fan of big shapeless pieces of fabric. No one but Easy and I know what’s underneath. Her ass is small but juicy and the purple base of the plug is a bright contrast to her pale skin.

“Lean forward farther,” I order harshly because I can’t help myself. She does, bracing herself against the wall. As she dips forward, the pink of her cunt lips juts out. My mouth waters remembering the taste.

Easy moves around in front of her and ducks beneath her skirt. His mouth starts eating at her and the palms on the wall are replaced with forearms as she struggles to steady herself. Her need for me jolts me out of my momentary inertia. Moving behind her, I ease her backward into my arms. She sags against me, her head lolling against my shoulder. Together we remove her knit pullover and her plain beige bra.

I lick her, first around her neck and then down the shoulders, all the while cupping her small, perfect uptilted tits in my hands. One of her arms comes to wind around my neck pulling my face close to hers. Her unspoken request for a kiss is met by my demanding lips and tongue.

Tonight’s Annie isn’t the shy girl of last week. She sweeps her tongue inside the recesses of my mouth, kissing me like I hadn’t been kissed before. She’s exploring me like I want to explore her. Women I’ve had in the past didn’t have a real interest in getting to know much more about me other than that I had a fat dick and a nice ride.

Annie’s interested in my fat dick but she also is searching to please me. I can’t remember the last time I had a woman between my legs that wanted to give me pleasure.

Her sensitive peaks tighten under my hands and it’s not enough to hold them. I want to inhale her but first I want to feel her come apart in my hands. Holding her firm against me with one arm tightly banded around her waist, I drop my other hand to her clit.

“You going to come for us, sweetheart? We haven’t had you for an entire week and the house has been pretty quiet without you around. We’re going to need for you to scream out your pleasure. Don’t hold back,” I say.

“Yes, this feels good,” she moans. Her excitement and Easy’s mouth are making her cunt nice and juicy but I know she can get wetter.

“You feel my cock in your back? You feel how hard I am for you? Easy and I are aching to take you.”

“Fuck, Little Red, you are tight.” Easy’s voice is strained. Looking down I see he has one hand between her legs. He’s fingering her while the plug is in. Jesus fuck if I don’t get inside her soon, I’m going to blow a load all over her back. “She’s soaked,” he says to me.

“We got you, sweetheart.”

“Don’t…” she whimpers.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t stop.” It’s a fierce cry. Half order, half plea. I rub her harder in tight little circles and Easy dives back in, fucking her with his fingers, licking up her juices. His mouth and tongue come in contact with my digits but I don’t care. Nothing matters but bringing Annie pleasure.