Karessa
Ainslee is preparingto blow Oran. My eyes are stuck on the scene in front of us. Her tongue is on his tip but I realize that even with everything we’ve done as a group this is the first time I’ve actually seen Oran get blown. Ainslee only cares about getting him off. Jagger is now behind me with his dick pressing against my ass as Oran officially asks Ainslee if she’s willing to be shared.
My stomach flips when she agrees because that is the final real confirmation that the rest is happening. Oran smirks at me right before Ainslee slides him into her mouth. Jagger’s mouth is near my ear and he groans like he can feel her doing it to him. His breathing is a little accelerated. Aroused. And although I’m caught in the crosshairs, it’s erotic as hell to watch Ainslee pleasure Oran while looking at Jagger. Moving to the side, I leave them to their moment, but Jagger grabs me and spins me to him and kisses me hard. I whimper because everything is so sexually heated it’s dizzying. Clinging to him, I follow his lead as he walks me backward to the sofa parallel to Oran and Ainslee. He sits then pulls me into his lap. His dick presses my ass while his lips attack my neck.
“Watch,” he commands with his hand on my throat.
Oran fists Ainslee’s hair as he fucks her face. My pussy throbs for attention which worsens when Jagger’s warm hand squeezes my thigh.
“Mmm,” I whimper although he hasn’t started fingering me yet. I know where his hand is going.
Air hits my inner thighs when he pushes them further apart.
“Spread for me, Sweet Baby,” he whispers. I do, knowing that Oran’s vantage point would be my pussy if he looks up. “You’re so wet.”
His fingers dip into me. I’m so fucking aroused that Jagger’s finger touching my sensitive clit almost makes be cum. I shudder when he pumps into me, mixing the sound of my wetness in with the slurping of Ainslee and moaning from Oran. I want to throw my head back in pleasure or close my eyes but Jagger keeps me trained on the scene in front of me.
The noise I make when Jagger tweaks my nipple pulls Oran’s attention. His tongue ghosts his lips as his gray eyes focus on Jagger’s hand between my legs. Then those gray eyes lock on mine with the strongest unspoken sexual intent I’ve ever gotten from Oran. Before, he gave me the heated glances of a voyeur, now his gaze tells me how he wants to fuck me.
Time stops when Oran addresses me. He tells me to beg to be fucked. Since I’d given up on the fantasy of Oran since marrying Jagger, hearing Oran direct such a statement at me has my walls clenching on Jagger’s fingers. He groans from the sensation and plays with me harder.
“This is it, Sweet Baby. One-time. You’re completely mine after tonight.”
Oran and Jagger begin exchanging terms of conditions for fucking their wives. I can’t hear them properly because Jagger’s tug on my clit has me cuming and incapable of processing words right now. I’m still spasming when Jagger moves us to standing. It feels like slow motion seeing Oran approaching me with sex on his mind.
Holy shit. This is really happening.
I can no longer ponder the difference between theory and reality because Oran's mouth is on my neck as his hand replaces Jagger’s on my clit. He rubs me rough, not really allowing the first orgasm to fully leave. I gasp just before Jagger pulls my hair and takes a rough kiss. I’m getting a glimpse of my threesome fantasy and being trapped between them and it is far more satisfying than the idea. Jagger keeps a tight hold on my hair and I take his punishing kiss. I’m loving the roughness but I break it when a moan escapes. Oran pinching my nipple spikes my arousal.
Jagger is gone but Oran commands my attention and picks me up. On instinct I wrap my legs around his waist and I slide my fingers in his hair while he moves us back to the couch. I’m straddling his lap once he sits. Oran squeezes my ass with both hands, the abrupt shift lurches me forward and I brace myself with my palms on his chest getting more of a feel than I had outside.Damn.Knowing Oran is a big man and feeling it are two different things. He’s thicker than Jagger. He’s almost body-builder thick while my husband has more of a swimmer’s body. Both sexy as hell, just different.
Oran grabs my neck with less pressure than Jagger would apply to make me look him in the eyes.
“So we have about fifteen years of fantasies to knock out,” he teases.
Any other day, him mentioning my crush would have been mortifying but I can’t find a damn to give with him naked and underneath me. I run my fingers along his chest as I calculate.
“More like ten or less.” He lifts an eyebrow because there was no way I was in high school ten years ago. I lean in close and whisper the truth. “The fantasies didn’t get interesting until I knew what sex was.”
He does this sexy mix between a moan and a growl. His eyes drop down to my breasts as his big hands engulf them and he tugs at a nipple. One of Oran’s big hands slides up my chest and grabs my throat once more. He pulls me close until his lips touch my ear. His hand heats my boob as his thumb traces a tight circle on my nipple.
“Well, let’s quench that thirst.”
I almost cum from the sexy rasp in his voice. It’s like the sexual promise has an underlining erotic threat. I see how they’re best friends, both are so sexually potent. Jagger pulls Oran’s attention and throws him some condoms. He catches them with one hand and lets all but one fall out of his palm then passes it to me.
“Put it on,” he commands
I stare at it. This is so fucking surreal. It’s amazing how things get handed to you when you’re no longer actively seeking them. Oran is still sexy as fuck but now I’m in love with Jagger. It’s all clear. Oran smirks at me as if reading my thoughts.
“Make sure you tell him,” he kisses my temple and moves me off his lap. “I’ll be right back.”
I sit back on the couch and get a visual of what I was feeling. Kind of. Jagger is already fucking Ainslee and I haven’t gotten that far yet. Oran kisses his wife and even in that brief encounter, I can tell how much they care about each other.
When Oran turns that granite gaze back to me and my walls contract. Playtime has been over, but the command in his gaze shows me why I hear Ainslee calling himdaddy.
“Play with your pussy,” he orders me then my husband co-signs. I do as I’m instructed, noticing how sensitive I am because I’m so turned on. They both watch me slide my fingers inside of me as they continue to manipulate Ainslee. My eyes close as I fall into the sensation then Oran grabs me and returns to his position.
He wraps his hand around my neck and pulls me into a bruising kiss. The motion has my pussy rubbing his dick. We both gasp at the sensation but I happily make out with Oran like a horny teen because he’s a fantastic kisser. He nips at my bottom lip and sucks on it with the knowledge of a man who’s amazing at eating pussy. The visualization alone has me panting.
