When the ladies come back to the table, they don’t sit. Carmen squeezes my traps and my eyes close on instinct. I feel her full breasts push against my shoulders and her breath against my ear. “You taking me home tonight, soldier?”
“I am.”
“Then let’s go.”
JAY
Perfect. This is the perfect distraction I needed tonight. Between Marco being his natural, oblivious self to my angst, and my feelings of identity fraud, Pen is exactly what I need tonight. A hot, easy distraction. Not that she's easy; we’re just easy together. She gets me. I get her. A couple of flirts that want some action.
Pen’s been caressing my thigh and hands the whole way home, but my usual aroused state isn’t as high as it normally is. It will be. I’m probably just anxious.
I open my apartment door and Pen pushes me against the wall, pressing her body against mine and claiming my mouth right in front of Marco and Carmen as they make their way past us. The door falls shut and the lock clicks.
I do love this about Pen. I love the way we play with control. It’s a fight. But even though my dick is agreeing, my mind is elsewhere. As our lips tangle, I peek over to see Carmen straddling Marco on the couch and making out with him. His big hands on her ass, sliding his fingers to cup her cheeks. My dick gets even harder at the sight.
This can’t be good. I shouldn’t be watching my friend hook up with someone else and fantasizing that it’s me in his arms.
Pen pulls me toward the living room and my heart rate speeds up.We’re getting closer to them?
She pushes me down on the chair and straddles my lap, grinding her center against my jean-clad hard-on. I run my hands up her sides and cup her ample breasts, kissing the pale skin right in front of my face.
I hear Carmen groan from a few feet away and look over to see Marco’s hand holding her hair at the base of her head, kissing her neck. She’s lost to the sensation as she rubs her hands all over his buzzed hair. Hair that I want to touch. I want to feel the sensation of his velvet head beneath my fingers.
Carmen then lifts her top off, exposing her black bra to the whole room. Suddenly, his eyes go from her cleavage over to me. But his grin quickly falters when we lock eyes. He darts his focus back to her and grabs her knees. “Hold on tight. Let’s get some more space.” He lifts off the couch, while Carmen clings to him and he carries her to the guest room next to mine. When the door shuts, I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Well, that’s too bad,” Pen says. “I do love an audience.”
I bring her mouth to mine, lift her up, and carry her to my bedroom. “I’ll leave the door cracked, how about that?”
“Can I be loud?” She flashes a feline smile as I lay her on my bed and cover her body with mine.
“You and I both know you can’t be quiet.”
But then I hear sounds coming from Marco’s room. Delicious sounds. Moans, both male and female.
Now that I’m not face to face with Marco, I allow myself to succumb to the fantasy. Pen shifts and we roll over, as she quickly tugs off my jeans and pulls my cock out. She teases me with her lips and the tip of her tongue. It’s so gentle and kitten-like. It feels great, but I’m so much further lost in lust listening to Marco with just a wall separating us.
I imagine Pen is Marco; he’s teasing me, torturing me, nuzzling me. I let out a low moan when I feel a warm mouth lower down my shaft. I hear the bed shift in Marco’s room followed by imperceptible talking then… the telltale groan of man being sheathed. It must be from her pussy because I hear her, too.
“That’s it, baby,” I tell Pretend Marco, my eyes closed. “Yes, just like that.” I can hear slapping sounds from the other side of the wall and think about Marco using me like that. About me thrusting into him, too.
I’m assaulted with butterflies and a tightening in my spine as I listen to every moan and cry and grunt from their room. Pretend Marco gives me their all, and I come fast and hard as I hear Pretend Me next door yell their own climax.
I look down at Pen as she sits up, licking the corners of her lipstick-smeared mouth.Alright, I’ll admit, that is hot.
“May I return the favor?” I ask her seductively.
“Force me.”
My jaw ticks and I smirk. Again, the fight with control between us is always a fun game. I launch myself up, hooking her legs and alligator-rolling her to her back. She squeals as she bounces, and I tug off her pants and underwear. “Spread your fucking legs for me.”
She timidly opens them a few inches and bites her finger. “Like this?”
I sink my fingers into her thick thighs and spread them hard and fast, throwing them open to the mattress. “Like this,” I growl.
“Oh,” she gasps.
Before I descend, I need confirmation. “Tell me you want this, Pen.”
