Lead and Follow(37)
He couldn’t help the chuckle that worked out some of his tension. “Your fun is pretty much the point, little one.”
Giggling, she dropped her head to look down the stretch of her body at him. “Because you get nothing out of this? Nothing at all?”
Paul’s tanned hands smoothed over her stomach before running back down to her hips. “If he tries telling us yes, I’m sure not going to believe it. This has to be one of the hottest moments of my life.”
“Paul?” Dima slid his hands up the backs of Lizzie’s legs, until he could fold his thumbs along her swollen lips. He pressed inward so the tip of Paul’s dick was slightly compressed within the hold.
“Yes?” The response came out sounding strained.
Dima tipped his face up. Flattening his tongue, he started at the base of Paul’s shaft and kept going until he could flick Lizzie’s clit. The taste of latex wasn’t his favorite, but he’d never put her at risk.
“How about you shut up and fuck our girl?”
The fingers wrapped around her hips pinched tight. Lizzie’s surprised inhale worked straight to Dima’s cock, a surge of power.
Under Dima’s keen eye, Paul’s prick sank into her. So slowly, every ridge and vein disappearing within her slick lips. Lizzie bowed back into the invasion. The tendons along the insides of her thighs strained. Dima licked her skin. Sweat and a hint of her essence.
He followed that sleek path up to her smooth flesh. Licked her clit once, twice. Fuck, she tasted good and responded even better. Her spine dipped so that she could offer the most access for both him and Paul.
The only thing better was tilting his head to get to both of them. Lizzie’s warm, soaking cunt and Paul’s thick cock plunging into her. Dima licked them in one move. The jerk and stutter of Paul’s rhythm was nearly as gratifying as Lizzie’s soft squeak.
He was coming to love the little songs he could evoke from her.
Paul shifted over Lizzie. He scooped up her swaying breasts, pinching her pink nipples between his fingers. “Goddamn, that’s good,” he growled.
“Slower.” Dima caught him by the hips, dragging out his moves. “Let me lick you more.”
Paul groaned, but he let Dima control the motion. His ass worked under Dima’s grip, sending a wicked shiver through him. His shivers worked out from his mouth and into Lizzie. She shuddered in response. Then Paul. Around and around they went, tucked so closely together it became impossible to tell where each ended.
No matter his intentions, he kept coming back to Lizzie. He sucked and nipped her everywhere. He opened his lips over her clit until he could rock his teeth over the swollen nub. Soft at first, before grinding harder when she moaned. He hunted that sound over and over, taking breaks to lick down the thick length of Paul’s shaft.
He took a breath, just watching the lovers working together, sweating and thrusting. He traced a fingertip down the cleft of Paul’s ass. The other man only groaned and fucked into Lizzie a little harder.
Dima kept exploring. He teased between Paul’s taut globes, circling the tight bud of his anus. The man twitched in a flinching kind of move. So Dima moved on. He wanted the leeway to play as he liked. Wet and slick and oh-so-goddamned hot. He circled two fingers around Paul’s cock, holding tight, feeling the slow slam into Lizzie’s soaking cunt. He tucked a single blunt finger between the bottom of her clit and Paul’s dick.
Fascinating. Beautiful. Mesmerizing.
He’d maintained a hard-on from hell. Nibbling on Lizzie’s lips made him throb. Too damn close to coming. He put one hand on his cock, ringing the base and pushing into his pelvis. Holding back the swelling wave.
No way in fuck would he come before Lizzie did.
She folded one arm across the back of the couch, resting her forehead on her wrist. She smoothed over Paul’s hands and scraped her nail across her own nipple. Her fingers dove into Dima’s hair, stroking. Petting. Her breathing came faster and harder.
“Please,” she moaned.
He removed his mouth but left his fingers dabbling in their connection. Interrupting and adding at the same time. “Please what, little one?”
Her hips writhed with more strength. She gave a little sigh that shifted down into a near moan. “I need to come. Soon. Please.”
Paul groaned at her blunt words. “Shit. Me too.”
Dima couldn’t help his smile. He licked them one more time for good measure. Tapped his tongue over Lizzie’s hot clit. She gripped the base of Dima’s neck. “You both sound disappointed.”
“Because it’s so damned good.” Paul stroked a hand down Lizzie’s torso, fingers splayed as if reaching for as much lustrous skin as he could. When he grazed Dima’s face, he didn’t falter, but rather smoothed over the back of Dima’s head. His fingers twined with Lizzie’s there.