Punk Rock-A-Bye Baby(73)

Angel was pressed up against Tommy’s back. The three of them were in perfect parallel alignment. Jessi’s finger traced a line down the gully in the center of Tommy’s chest, still surrounded by the broad muscles of his football days. His body was still taut and defined, with round shoulders and biceps that formed a perfect arc. His waist was still trim and accentuated the crescent of his pecs. Her mouth moved to his spectacular abs. There she met Angel’s lips in a kiss. They shared a smile before she returned to feed on the warmth of Tommy’s mouth. She could relish the flavor of Tommy’s kiss for hours. The purposeful circles of his tongue, his hot breath on her cheek and the soft moan under his breath, all made her melt inside. Her body itched for release, and her lower half begged to be touched. She spread her thighs and jutted her hips upward. The heat from the hand that caressed her belly made her sigh. It was Angel’s. She recognized his touch and the warmth of his skin. Tommy’s hand was still at her breast and the other hand was under her neck. Another warm hand slid over her hip, also Angel’s. Her heart raced from his unexpected touch so low on her body. She broke the kiss from Tommy with a heavy sigh and watched Angel’s hands.

His leg was draped over Tommy’s hip, and he leaned over so that both of his hands could easily run across her body.

She held her breath.

“Your body is even more beautiful than before,” Angel whispered. His lips went to the flesh midway between her navel and the center of her legs.

Every nerve ending was on fire and her hormones were reeling. She felt the wetness between her legs and opened them a little wider.

Angel’s gaze moved lower. “You’re so wet. And pink.” His voice was a low, seductive whisper.

Her breath hitched.

He bit his lip and slowly moved his mouth closer. His hot tongue touched her clit like a flame and lit her body on fire. It was one lick, but it knocked Jessi to her core. Angel continued to stare at her body, and she could feel the heat of his breath on her pussy. It sent a wave of chills over her flesh. She watched him inch closer. His tongue darted out again and met her clit in a heavy, tormenting flicker. At first, his movements were slow, tentative, and then he picked up speed. It was the same technique he used on Tommy. He rotated his tongue in a circle, and then he sucked her clit in his mouth.

It was a lightning bolt of sensations, a spear of pleasure that sliced through her like a knife. She threw her head back and inhaled a raspy gust of air. She crumpled the sheets in her fists and trembled. Her entire body shuddered with hypersensitivity. She didn’t know what was happening. Was it real? Was she dreaming? A shudder shook her and told her this was no dream.

Tommy’s mouth suckled on her breast and sent a new wave of stimulus through her body. She pushed her fingers through his hair and held his head in place while he nursed.

The tip of Angel’s tongue was pressed firmly against her clit, and he flicked it again and again with a static beat. Jessi propped herself up on her elbows so she could watch his face buried deep between her legs. Otherwise, she would never believe that it was really Angel who was going down on her.

She panted so hard it hurt her lungs and burned her throat. Her body convulsed and shook. She couldn’t hold herself up any longer and collapsed on the bed. She succumbed to her two husbands. One knew every erogenous zone on her body, and every touch that made her writhe with ecstasy. The other one was new and tested boundaries that were never breached before. It was a rush of adrenaline, a fresh wave of sexual gratification from a man she craved like the air she breathed.

Tommy’s mouth remained at her breast, and he rubbed his cock against her leg. He lapped at her nipple and rolled his face to the side so he could watch Angel eating her pussy and still suckle at her breast.

Angel was a novice, yet he used his tongue like a master, creating waves of pleasure that sent chills down her legs and up her spine. He pressed one finger against her pussy and seemed intrigued at the ease in which it entered her. He added another. His fingers were thick and filled her like a cock. He moved them in and out and hit every nerve ending inside of her, while his tongue grazed on her clit.

She trembled and gasped. Her body quaked on the bed. Endorphins rushed to her brain. Every pore on her body was vividly vibrating with pleasure. Burning fire between her legs made her jolt with short spasms. She could barely focus, but she wanted to watch him while she came. His speed intensified as he realized she was climaxing. She threw her head all the way back and let out a long, loud moan that seemed endless. She cried his name.

She was suddenly overcome with emotion, and tears slipped out from the corners of her eyes and into her hairline. This was different from any sexual encounter they had shared. She had felt the love in his touch. There was intimacy. He wanted to make her come, not to make a baby – to bring her pleasure. It wasn’t curiosity or experimentation. It was want and lust. It was genuine. She saw it all in his unprejudiced eyes. She pushed her fingers through her hair and covered her face with her arms to hide her trembling lips. Her deep gasps made her shudder, and it renewed the sensations that traveled through her body. She wiped the tears from her eyes and reveled in the bliss that shrouded her in a cocoon of ecstasy.