Our tongues danced as pressure continued to build at the base of my spine. Maybe it was just because Caleb was involved this time, but there was something here. There was something different about this woman and the way she seemed to actually care about more than just the sex.
When we separated again, her blue eyes were heavy-lidded. “Lyubovnik, proshu,”(Lover, please)she whispered.
The further we got into things, the more she was losing her English. Thankfully, I was able to pick up what she was trying to say. She needed more, needed to feel so much more.
I slipped my hand between her and Caleb, finding the swollen nub of her clit and rubbed it in slow circles with my thumb. More Russian babbling fell from her lips as Caleb actually sobbed. His body stiffened, and I knew what was happening when he clamped down around me.
“That’s it, baby. Feels so fucking good, right? Fill up our girl.”
Our girl?Damn, why did I want it to be true? I barely even knew this woman, but I wasn’t ready to let her go.
Chapter Seven
Caleb
The second my climax hit me, I wanted to curse myself. There was no way I was done. The wet squelch of Katia’s pussy and the feel of Dominic inside of me was just too much. My nerve endings were on fire, and I couldn’t hold on.
Neither of them seemed to mind.
But ‘our girl’? Where did that come from and why did it sound so damn appealing? Katia groaned as I continued to pump my load inside of her. She had leaked all over my lap, my thighs were damp with her fluids, but I could still feel my cum seeping out of her.
This was all so different. I’d never experienced something so messy in my life and it wasn’t a huge turn-off. I wanted more. I craved more. The feeling of how slick and wet she was, so foreign and welcome at the same time. It was all so new and different, but not in a bad way.
Maybe it was a little too late to have the thought, but we should have talked about things like protection and condoms. But would any of this have felt the same? Katia hadn’t seemed concerned, and neither had Dom. And then there was a weird thought at the back of my head that it wouldn’t be the worst thing if Katia ended up pregnant. Why wasn’t this bothering me more? We’d invited a complete stranger into our bed and nothing logical seemed to be penetrating my thoughts.
The next thing I knew, Katia had climbed off of me. I instantly missed the warmth of her on my cock but stared in amazement as she laid back against the couch, spreading her pussy open so that I could watch as my cum slipped from her entrance.
Like a man possessed, I needed it. I was all in.
I fell forward between Katia’s splayed thighs, my tongue sliding through the mess that was her cunt. The flavor that rolled over my tastebuds was new and intoxicating. Everything was so slippery and wet and the musky, salty mix of our releases had me hooked. All I wanted to do was feast on her for a while, and that seemed to be okay with Dominic as he continued to plow into my ass from behind, shoving me forward and encouraging me to eat Katia out more.
His energy seemed to be renewed now that he was enjoying the show Katia and I were putting on. My tongue slipped inside her entrance, seeking out every last drop of my cum. Her unique musky-sweet flavor had my head spinning as my hands pulled her labia apart as my nose pressed into her clit.
“That’s it, good boy. Eat it all up. Clean me up nice and good.”
A shiver raced down my spine. I’d never imagined ending up in this position. All I knew was that I wanted more of it. Did it make me a bad person that I’d intended to bring this woman home for my husband and maybe I was getting more out of this encounter than he was? With the way his cock continued to drill into my prostate, he wasn’t exactly complaining. Would he be mad if I suggested bringing Katia back? Would it even be something that she wanted?
“Caleb.”
Hearing my name in the deep tones of my husband had me lifting my head from the delicious treat that I was still licking and sucking on. I looked over my shoulder, and the way sweat rolled down Dom’s temples had me wanting to reach back and kiss him.
Fuck, I was already hard again.
Katia sat up, pushing me back to sit in my husband’s lap, helping me ride his cock. My head lulled against his shoulder as his hand wrapped around my chest as he thrust into me again and again. My dick ached because it was still too much to have him inside me and to feel the hands of this woman on me.
My eyes rolled back the second soft lips wrapped around my cockhead. I cried out, my back arching as my cock was once more engulfed in moist heat. There was no way that Katia couldn’t taste herself on my dick, and there was something wicked about it that got me going. I wanted her to suck her juices from my length and enjoy it. The mixture of the two of us was sublime.
But I was still on sensory overload.
“Fu—fuck her.”
Everyone froze at my words, making me let out a moan in frustration. It was all too much, Dominic inside of me and Katia’s sweet mouth warped around my cock, but all I wantednow was to watch them. To see my husband take his turn at taking this beautiful creature apart.
“Are you sure, baby?”
I could only nod, since proper words seemed to still be failing me.
If I thought that Katia would release my dick, I was wrong. The woman only increased her suction, causing my toes to curl into the fabric of the couch. A weird thought that the material was maybe a little too rough and we should look into something different crossed my mind, but that wasn’t what I should have been focused on.
