Resting atop her, he let the world stop spinning, the light show fade away. Their damp bodies fitted together perfectly, she, sighing whispers of love. Something tugged at hairs near the base of his cock. What the… He reached down. Oh, bloody hell. The condom must have gotten caught. That would be fun to disentangle.
Vic smiled knowingly and brushed her fingers along the side of his face. “Go.”
He pulled out and gave her patch of red hair a pat, stood, and made for the loo.
David leaned back at the other end of the couch, clutching that hard-on, but not stroking. Saving it for more action later?
God help them, they’d taken up with a youngster who could probably go all night.
Chapter 12
David woke with a boob in his hand. Hmm. A nice, firm one at that. And a pretty wild bunch of curly red hair… Victoria. His left side pressed against her back, and his right hand palmed the breast. His legs, and hers, and some rough and hairy ones… Britt. Oh man. They were all three pretty damn tangled together. In a big bed. Christ, he’d really done it. He’d spent the night with a man and his wife, in their bed. He shouldn’t be getting hard just thinking of it. How embarrassing if they woke up and saw him all hard, already. So early.
Was it early? Or late? Hard to tell. One thing for sure–they all smelled like hot tub. And sex. The bed definitely smelled like sex.
Jesus, should he try to get out of there before they woke up? He was in bed naked with another dude’s legs touching his, of all things. Shit. Kinda creepy, but also kinda–nope. Not going there. Still, he couldn’t help feeling close to Britt in some ways. Brett, not Britt. The guy had opened himself up, and shared some pretty intimate stuff. Not the least of which was his smoking hot, sexy-but-didn’t-know-it wife. Brett had to be pretty damn comfortable with Vic, and trust her, to let a younger dude like himself in. That sort of confidence made Brett Beyond Cool.
Of course, the bitch of this whole thing was, he could never tell anybody about it. Not only would that break the trust Vic and Britt had placed in him, but…if this ever got back to Mom, or Dad. Holy hell. Nope, this sort of action was the stuff the wrong kind of people did. Not their kids, not their friends, not people they’d speak to on the street. Even Daniel would probably look at it as all kinds of wrong.
Maybe it was wrong. Maybe when Vic and Britt–Brett. And Victoria. Maybe when they woke up, they’d regret what they’d done. What if Brett resented him? What if he got jealous over time and hated Vic for wanting another man? Or Vic developed some obsession with him, and wouldn’t leave him alone? This whole thing could go a lot of crazy, wrong ways. What if they never wanted to see him again?
That would suck. He liked them both, a lot. If he saw them look at him with remorse–or worse– He’d better just get the hell out of here before anything bad happened.
Took him a few seconds to ease his legs out of the tangled web, and a few more to convince himself to take his hand off Vic’s chest. He shouldn’t, but…he pressed a little kiss to her neck, right on top of the mark he’d left. His guts churned and his cock twitched, but it was better to leave things as they’d been–perfect. This way, they’d all have a perfect memory to take home.
Silently thankful for their high-end, squeak-free bed and the deep carpeting, he snuck away without a sound. Out in the living area, he plucked pieces of his clothing off the floor and the coffee table, heading toward the guest bath to dress.
A scrap of purple caught his eye. Vic’s thong. God help him, he scooped it up and took it with him. In the bathroom, he held it up to the light, then against his chest. Shit. He’d really rather go crawl back into bed with them. Must be the waking up with them, that made this so hard. He didn’t ever spend the night with girls. One of them would leave after the sex was over. That must be it–the last time he’d slept with anybody was…he couldn’t remember. Probably Dan, when they were little kids camping.
The crumpled silk brushed against his pec. Could he still smell her on it? He wouldn’t sniff it–wouldn’t. That would reduce him to some sort of psycho-stalker type. But would she miss it, if he swiped it? One souvenir…
He pulled on his shirt, underwear, damp shorts. Furtively jammed the thong into his front pocket. Fuck it, she’d never notice. And if she did, probably wouldn’t mind. Now to get the hell out of Dodge, before his bedbuddies woke up.
He grabbed his toothbrush off the counter and stuck it in his other pocket.
Ready to roll.
Halfway through the living room, he paused for a look around. Clothes and shoes everywhere, a few towels over by the door from their hot tub party. Fuck, that was awesome. The bedroom door stood open, giving him a full view. Vic had rolled over, and spooned against Britt. He held her tight, one leg thrown over hers. His big old cock must be nice and comfy against her business. When they woke up, they’d probably go for it again. A perfect couple, with big appetites. They’d be fine when the dust from all this settled.