Billionaire Novelist 3 : The Wicked Redhead and the Billionaire Novelist(20)

I relaxed again as I massaged his hard shaft with my tongue, and soon he was deep in my mouth and I was happily bobbing, loving his responsiveness to my touch.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rochelle straddle Todd's face, her back to me. Todd used to love it when I sat on his face-he said he felt safe and relaxed in that position, like he could go forever and ever. It was true; his tongue never got tired.

My movements became automatic, and I sucked his shaft down deep in my mouth, giving firm pressure, but not so much that he'd peak too quickly. 

The room blurred around me, and I lost all sense of time. At some point, Rochelle tapped me on the shoulder, and then unzipped my dress. Having my moist skin out in the cool air again felt heavenly, and then she and I switched positions, and I truly was in heaven, with Todd's tongue licking my pu**y and circling my cl*t tirelessly. Oh, the miles I could put on that strong, licking tongue of his.

I grabbed onto the headboard and leaned forward, f**king his face as best I could without suffocating the poor guy. He started to shake, and I paused, worried I was hurting him, but he was just coming. Smith was still directing the action from his chair, and he asked that Todd come on my back, splashing all over me. Rochelle giggled as she pulled him from her mouth, then she cooed and sighed as she jerked his c**k with her hands.

I could feel Smith's gaze on me, and his delight as Todd reaching the bursting point. Ah, but I was too far up, my pu**y still riding Todd's mouth and chin, and the fluid rained down on Todd's stomach.

I smiled and dismounted, happy that Smith's direction had failed, and as satisfied by that as if I'd had my own orgasm.

I rolled off the bed and went to get some more refreshments while Todd recovered.

Rochelle untied Todd, and he stretched up, looking like an untamed beast, loose from the zoo.

"You freed me," he said to Rochelle, and he rewarded her with brisk finger-fucking, paired with intense eye contact. I used to love that, and it was just as good to watch. Rochelle squirmed and moaned like a professional finger-fuckee.

Smith and I passed back and forth his drink and watched as she came, her face all pink and scrunchy, until all at once her expression relaxed and she let out a contented moan.

Whispering, I said to Smith, "That was beautiful."

He grabbed my na**d ass and pulled me to sit on his lap. "You're beautiful," he said.

"Were you serious about wanting to see another man f**k me? Because Todd will be ready to go again in a minute. The sex shop threw some condoms in with my purchase, so we're good to go. Rochelle gave her blessing." I traced my finger down the buttons of Smith's shirt. "She said you can't have him, though." I giggled.

He rolled his eyes. "That hairy ass? When I can have your sweet strawberry pie? No thanks."

The other two got up from the bed and grabbed some robes from the hooks on the wall.

Todd said, "Okay if we go out on the patio and have a look at the city?"

Smith grinned and waved to the door. "My home is yours tonight. Everything of mine is yours for this evening only, to use and abuse." His eyes flicked to me briefly, those sapphires as devious as always, then back to the dark-haired man wearing his robe. "Everything."

Todd and Rochelle walked out, and a moment later, I heard the pop of another champagne cork.

I squirmed around on Smith's lap, trying to get access to his dick, but he kept swatting my hands away.

"You having fun?" he asked.

"I always have fun when I'm with you. Are you going to join us on the bed?"

"Yes and no." He wrinkled his nose. "You reek of baby powder. You should take a quick shower before the next part."

"If I do, will you f**k me?"

"I'll do you one better. I'm going to have young Todd f**k you from behind, good and hard like you deserve, and once you're moaning and panting, I'm going to put a gag in your mouth."

I pouted. "I didn't buy a gag."

"I'll find something." He pushed me off his lap. "Go. Shower."

I wasn't in the shower long before Rochelle joined me. She did a better job washing my body than I ever had. She got into all the nooks and crannies, and I do mean all of them.




 

 

We came out of the bathroom flushed pink and nude. I'd recharged with a couple shots of something-vodka, by the look of it-and was feeling relaxed and playful.

We jumped on the bed with Todd, whose body had diverted blood flow to his enormous, engorged cock.

His purple pony was ready to go once more, so we …  played. I licked and sucked all kinds of skin-his, hers, and possibly my own-and my conscious thoughts all disappeared, off to their happy place.

I did get concerned at one point, when Rochelle meandered over to Smith on her hands and knees and flopped her head in his lap. He stroked her long, red hair and said things I couldn't hear. She tried to pull down his pants, but he politely declined, saying, "There's only one redhead for me."