“Bed,” Britt murmured. Whether he intended it as a question or command, she liked the idea–maybe they’d had enough fun torturing her.
David lifted so her legs straddled his middle while he carried her to the bedroom. Britt made it there ahead of them and turned on a lamp in the corner. David leaned over the bed until her back rested on it, then let his weight settle onto hers. Bliss, as she wriggled her legs apart so he rested between them, coming into contact with her sensitive, needy folds. She kissed him, drawing his tongue into her mouth. Please, let him decide to mimic the action with his cock. David pushed himself against her, but didn’t penetrate.
More teasing.
“Waiting for one of these?” Britt tossed a couple of packets on the bed beside them and smiled down at her.
Jesus. Good thing he’d remembered.
David cleared his throat and rolled off of her. Britt took his place. Familiar, yummy, kiss-in-all-the-right-ways Britt. She arched, hitched against him, hoping. Maybe if she begged…
“Vic. Ah, God.” He tangled his fingers in her hair.
David tore open a condom. “Go for it, man.”
Would he? If he’d even just touch her, or let her touch herself, or anything…
“Bugger it.” Britt eased back a little, then slid inside her in a slow, deep thrust.
She let out a ragged sigh, her world spinning as she arched up to take him deep, deeper. Britt twitched inside her, or maybe she throbbed around him. A couple more passes like that and she’d have the release she was dying for.
He pulled out and pressed in again, slower than last time. Controlling himself and her to the bitter end. It might be agony, but the agony was sweet, especially with David standing there all sheathed and ready to go. Britt rolled off to her left and pulled her to her side, facing him. With some sort of hand signal, he directed David, who slid onto the bed behind her. Oh, God. Right between them again. Perfection. Britt pulled out and David’s fingers made their way through her wet folds. Whoa. She even sounded wet. David’s cock slid inside, smaller than Britt’s, but still filling her, making different contact. He groaned against her neck, somewhere under her hair. “Fuck, baby. Fuck.” His breath caught; he was so close, and then he pulled out, gasping for air. “You’re up.”
Wow. Incredible control–the boys intended to keep this going as long as possible.
Britt didn’t hesitate, but pressed into her from the front again. Maybe he’d stick with it this time. The friction–oh God. She needed it more. His lips met hers, then slid along her jaw to her ear, again not far from David. Goose bumps hit, she shivered, and Britt sped up. Behind her, David moved away, cursed, and a snapping sound told her he’d removed the condom. Must’ve decided he was done inside her.
Britt found her clit with a finger, pressing in circles while he pumped in and out, his other hand on her breast.
David’s breath tickled her spine, his hand got into the slipperiness again and dragged it back, up her crack toward him. God, what was he up to? She’d come in just a few more thrusts, he should be working on himself if he wanted to come too…but she didn’t have the breath to tell him. Britt’s cock was hitting her g-spot and his thumb had her clit, and David’s fingers…no, the head of his cock, oh geez, slipping and sliding against her hole, not trying to get in, only giving her the best rubbing action ever.
“Ohhh,” fuck…yes…something, but words got stuck, with her world gone black and her breath all gone and her body clenching tight between the guys, her spasms milking them all.
David’s hand clenched on top of Britt’s. He groaned and thrust tight against her, hot jets shooting up inside.
Britt rammed home, making them shake with him. She let it all go, screams, tears, gasps, and the massive wave of wet below, coming and coming until she knew she’d die with one more spasm.
Chapter 23
David zipped his duffel shut. All his things were packed up, neatly this time, and he’d be ready to leave after breakfast.
Physically, anyway. Not mentally, though. Why couldn’t the cruise be just a few more days? His body wasn’t ready to leave them, either. He still had another ten days until he had to resume training for Paris. The prospect of long days with nothing to fill them, to keep his mind off things… Hell. Dan would try to hook him up with chicks. Any normal guy his age would be excited at the prospect. But he never could do things like normal guys.
Now he had to put on his game face, go eat, and pretend to be okay with telling Vic and Britt goodbye for good. Well, not for good–forever. Forever wasn’t good in this case. This would be for the best, knowing what a mess he’d already made of his public image. But today, thinking about forever made him feel like puking.