“Fuck, sweetheart. I will never get tired of being inside you,” Dex groaned, grabbing my free hand to intertwine our fingers together, while his other hand supported one of my knees that were folding from his every movement. He was touching the back of my knee, a sensitive spot he found I enjoyed being caressed, as he continued to thrust forward.
Gasps and moans continued spilling out of my mouth with no way to stop them, and I just about yelped when I felt Siege bend over the table from his seat even more until his fingers were circling my clit.
The pressure was building inside me, a coil threatening to snap for the second time as my ankles locked behind Dex, pulling him closer to me. My nails dug into the back of his hand where our fingers were intertwined, their names slipping past my lips like a prayer.
My back arched, my whole body shivering as my thighs spasmed to cling onto Dex’s hips as he continued plowing into me, Siege’s fingers unrelentingly circling my poor little bundleof nerves, before I succumbed to the pleasure crashing over me wave after wave.
It was all it took for Dex to let himself go over the edge, spilling every bit of his cum inside me, and I whimpered as Siege finally let my clit go. He trailed his slick fingers up my body, going through my stomach, the valley between my breasts, and finally, circling each nipple with my own wetness.
Now I can truly say I’m nothing but filled, full, and satiated.
Guess there was still room for dessert, after all.
10
NERO
Are they serious?
Right in front of my salad?
Did they really have to do that on the fucking dining table?
I took a deep breath, abandoning my mission of retrieving my phone from where I left it there, hoping to god it wasn’t in the danger zone of their… sexcapade.
God forbid it was stuck in thesplashzone.
I shouldn’t have taken a peek. I shouldn’t have when I could already hear Cosette’s pretty moans from the top of the stairs. Despite my better judgment, it was as if a tiny demon was on my shoulder, encouraging me to take a look.
Said demon made a good point that it wasn’t the first time I would see Cosette in a compromising position like that.
It was after final exams last semester when my mom, happy about how we did, invited her and Andy to dinner to celebratebecause we ‘studied so well.’ Cosette had accidentally left her curtains open when I was changing into my pajamas, and I saw movement from the corner of my eye. She and Siege were making out in her room until he basically threw her on the bed and started devouring her with his head between her thighs. I couldn’t bring myself to watch any more after that.
I’m fairly certain C had no idea. I chose to keep the secret to myself, not wanting her to be uncomfortable or think I’m a perv. Because even from across the street in my room, I had no urge to see if I could take a peek at herprivates.Not when her face was the only thing I could focus on as her lips parted with a moan while her back arched off the mattress.
I thought that was already bad, and I didn’t expect to see the two tag team her, buttnaked like a whole ass meal on the dining table.
The most messed up part? It wasn’t that I went down and stayed, waiting for her to come.
Nope.
It was the fact that I got harder than a fucking football helmet. And trust me, those things are built really fucking hard.
When the three…finished, I made my way up the stairs as fast and as quietly as I could, heading straight back to the bathroom.
I knew I needed a cold shower to wash away the lingering heat. It’s been so fucking long since I got laid, and I hated how I just couldn’t seem to bring myself to accept advances from the other girls in our school when they learned that Andy and I ended our relationship.
Why couldn’t I when almost everyone on my team does it?
It’s not like I still had the hots for Andy, so why the fuck couldn’t I when girls are squeezing their breasts between their arms in front of me in hopes of turning me on?
Almost ripping my clothes off of me, I stepped under the rainfall shower head, and yanked at the nozzle to turn it on. My cock was aching and hot, and I clenched my fists, trying so hard not to touch it.
What kind of best friend would I be for Cosette if I touch myself to the thought of her?
I bent forward, pressing my hands against the cold shower tiles and closing my eyes as the water started to soak my hair. The drops sent a shiver as they trailed freezing trails on my scalp, down my shoulders, and spine before finally falling down to the stone floor.
Don’t fucking do it, Nero.
