Victoria’s Secret Wish(27)

“Oh, baby,” David said above her.

Britt was making porn-guy sounds now.

“I think it’s your turn.” She got up to her knees and kissed him along his bearded jaw. “You want me to finish this, or…”

He shook his head. “I’ve got some Lay-Techs too.” He rummaged in his shorts pocket, tore open a packet, and rolled the condom down while she rubbed those tight, hairless balls. He pulled her back onto him like she was nothing–those huge muscles were good for more than looking at. Straddling him, she eased down over his cock. It didn’t feel much smaller, definitely wasn’t shorter. She arched her back to press her clit against his base, and give him access to her spot. He kissed her neck where it met her shoulder, then sucked as she settled onto him, rocking her pelvis to rub in all the right places. His body stiffened under hers, then he thrust, taking her by surprise. “Baby, oh, fuck.” He lifted her up and down by the hips, thrusting at the same time, his lips still latched onto her neck. Fast, faster, then he pulled her down hard and teeth joined lips at her shoulder while he came, growling, shuddering, clutching.

She’d wanted to see his face when he came, maybe look into his eyes. Instead, she looked over at Britt, whose eyes rolled back in his head as his body stiffened and he let out a huge breath. Probably lost his wad in his pants. Which turned her on, even if it shouldn’t.

David finally relaxed his arms, released his teeth, his cock still pulsing inside her. “Fuck. Sorry.” His fingers brushed her neck, which stung just a little.

Hmm. His love bite was directly opposite the one Britt had left, just on the other side of her collarbone. He’d left his mark, too, and she’d never forget him.

* * * *

“Um.” David rubbed Vic’s back and sighed. “I better go clean up.”

Yes, the condom, Brett mused. They hadn’t dealt with those in a long time.

She nodded and kissed his neck, then dismounted. Hopefully everything wouldn’t get awkward now.

His gaze met Vic’s as David disappeared into the loo. She smiled and sauntered over to him. “Are you happy now?” she asked as she straddled him.

“Happy, yes. A fucking mess, certainly. And you, love?” No mistaking the signs of a satisfied woman, though he’d also call her horny if he read the signs right.

“Me? I’m so in love with you.” She kissed him full on the mouth, a bit of the apres dinner wine, a bit of mouthwash and perhaps a bit of… No, he didn’t want to think of that. She pulled back. “I’m sorry. Do you want me to go brush first?”

No, he really didn’t. He’d thought he’d want her to wash up and remove all traces…but instead he wanted to investigate. “He bit you.”

“I know,” she purred. “It’s okay.”

He looked it over–no broken skin, just a bit more than the average hickey. And she seemed to have liked it. He kissed her there, because he could. She was his wife, after all.

“Britt. I want you. Really bad.”

He could smell her everywhere. Well, whereas the inside of his tuxedo was a mess by his own doing, the outside would have Vic-marks. He smiled and kissed her deep, taking her tongue with his, drinking in all the tastes of her and her experience.

She pressed down against him and he touched her. Slick, warm, musky. Fuck, he needed her. Now, even after that wild release a moment ago.

David cleared his throat. “Would you like me to go now?”

“No,” they both answered, still kissing.

“Now you’ve got to watch me, punk,” he muttered. “Prepare to take notes.”

Vic humped against his cock, her slick and hairless pussy an unmatched pleasure. “Fuck me,” she whispered in his ear. “Hard.”

She knew her dirty talk sent him through the roof.

“Perhaps we should use a condom too, eh? Keep things tidy down there for future use this evening.”

She laughed. “I don’t know how tidy it is, after I came all over it…”

“Ah, love. That’s the fucking water of life. Nothing dirty about it at all.”

“Awesome as hell,” David agreed. “I’ve got a condom, if–”

“That would be swell, man. Hand it over. And then take a seat. Anyplace you like, aside from my face.”

Vic laughed against his mouth. “Party pooper.”

David handed him the rubber, while he considered his options.

If she wanted it hard, he’d not take her from behind. That way seemed to hurt her if he got rough. And she’d just been on top with David. Missionary? Wouldn’t afford much of a view for the audience… Well, he’d think on it for a bit, while he got her motor running a bit higher. “Lie back, love.”