No, screw that. He came up for air, fondling a foot again, and she moved off the couch, straddled his legs. His hands covered her back, rubbing, while she pressed down against him. He groaned and pulled her down harder. Ahh, so his control was slipping. “Baby,” he whispered against her mouth. Sliding his hands down inside the back of her dress, tentative, he searched, until they hit the top of her low thong and he sucked in air from her mouth to his. “Oh, fuck. I’ve gotta see you. How do I get this off?”
She reached behind her neck to unclasp the halter, and his hands were upon hers.
“Oh. I see. No, let me.” He pushed the coffee table behind them back, giving them more room. “Turn around.”
She released his mouth and turned around, facing Britt on her knees. Now would be the perfect time…but he didn’t seem into joining the show. He’d removed his bow tie and unbuttoned the shirt to his waist. So far the tux pants were still on, but his knuckles rested against his cock through the fabric.
David unlatched the hooks and her dress fell her waist.
Britt groaned and clutched himself, while David nibbled the back of her neck and clasped her ass, kneading, raising the dress ever higher. He kissed down her backbone, warm, suckling kisses making her bend into him, until he reached the top of the dress with his mouth, his hands just below, inside. He had to smell her now, how bad she wanted him. She could smell it. Could Britt?
Britt still clutched his cock. David’s lips met her bare ass, his breath blowing hot and wet along her cheeks. His teeth nipped at her thong. Would he ever take it off, already? Or did he intend to do her with it on? She whimpered, bent over the couch and grabbed handfuls of cushion. Now. She needed him now. Or Britt. Somebody, inside. She throbbed, aching to be filled.
He tugged the dress down over her hips, and groaned again. Good. He was feeling it, too. Maybe he’d get on with it. His hands skimmed the fronts of her legs, her hips. She raised herself to her knees and leaned against him, while he found her breasts. Kneading, plucking at the nipples. She turned into his kiss and arched into his hands.
Britt’s eyes were narrowed to slits, but he watched every move. His belt was open.
She looked back at David, whose eyes were closed. Good Lord, his clothes were still on, and she wore nothing but a thong. Scooting against him, she pressed her ass into his crotch area.
“Baby.” One of his hands slid down, past her navel, over the front of her thong. “Holy Christ you’re wet.” His voice was rough.
Britt nodded and sniffed, slipped his hand inside his trousers. Ah, good boy.
She bucked against David’s hand and he chuckled, moved aside the thong. He gasped, and so did she when he touched her. It certainly was wet. Slick as hell, and so very ready. He rubbed the side of her clit and she all but came, her breaths ragged with need. “Fuck” was all she could get out. Her scent rose, his finger dipped, then his thumb took her clit while he worked the finger inside. She pulsed around him; the thumb pressed. Her world spun, teetered, exploded in a bright, hot rush.
“Ohhh, fuck. Oh my God.” David’s voice rumbled in her ear. “Oh fuck. You can do that? I thought it was a trick in the movies.”
She’d sprayed all over them.
Britt was still at it, either stimulating himself or trying to stop from being stimulated, but he winked at her and smiled.
“Oh, fuck,” David repeated. He pressed her onto her back on the carpet and went down on her, pulling the thong off and tossing it aside, lapping at her with his tongue. “Waxed? Dude.” He sucked, licked, nipped, and she needed him just as much as she had before she’d come.
She writhed. Maybe he’d get the hint–he did a great job, but it was time.
He lifted his head and grinned at her, then reached behind his neck to pull his shirt over his head. That was good. A nice view of his chest and shoulders–she’d have to learn them later with her mouth. He went for his shorts button next, and that was better. But she wouldn’t just lie here and let things happen.
She sat up, took one of those hairless nipples in her mouth and suckled. Slid her hands down his belly to the shorts–she’d soaked them, could smell herself everywhere–pushed his hands away, unfastened. Unzipped. Shoved the shorts down, and those little bikini briefs too. Took him in her hand and made him gasp. Bent low, lower, and took him in her mouth. Made him groan. Salty precum greeted her, replaced almost as fast as she could lick it off.
An impressive cock, smaller than Britt’s, lighter in color, smelling of chlorine…and completely free of hair. Holy hell. She should say something in appreciation, but it was hard to talk with a cock in her mouth. Or a ball, or that bit of loose sac… God, she might come again, just sucking him. It was so good, tasting him, having him moan nonstop above her, she could go on forever, and if she touched herself, she’d come with him in her mouth. She reached her fingers down, and found herself just as slick now, but also grippy-wet along her legs, from her ejaculation. Just a few little rubs, a little pressure. She whimpered and gasped, took him deep in her mouth as spasms rocked her body.