“Oh, fuck. Oh god,” he confesses between kisses. Releasing her hip, he runs his fingers through my hair and latches onto the roots, using the hold to control my movements.
A bolt of electricity runs through me with his touch and I moan around his length at the excruciating pleasure. The vibration of my stifled sounds radiate over the velvet skin of his hard shaft and he hisses, whimpering a few words before swearing out loud again.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” His head thuds against the brick behind him as he squeezes his eyes closed so tight that multiple lines bunch around the corner of his eyes.
I couldn’t be fucking happier with my view. As much as I love the glory hole, I’m so visual that sometimes just the sight is all I need to get me there and Ethan’s facial expressions are becoming a new favorite.
He’s still angry with me. I can see it in the tightness of his jaw and feel it in the intensity of his grip and when he glances back down at me watching me with hooded eyes, his dark pupils tell me everything I need to know about how he’s feeling. He’s so fucking close to coming down my throat and I can’t help but rut my hips into the air, dying for some friction.
“Oh, Jesus. I’m close. Please, stop.” His words hold no meaning behind his desperate tone.
Like him telling me that is actually going to make me stop.
I manage to roll my eyes and shake my head while keeping this gorgeous hard cock lodged in my mouth. I moan around the tip as I pull all the way out, lick the crown then push back in, repeating twice more as his body tenses.
He cups Hannah’s face, pulling her forehead to his, their eyes burning into each other in a way I’m jealous of. There’s comfort between them. Trust. She looks at him with a silentunderstanding and acceptance and my heart stutters in my chest with the memory of Celeste gazing into mine that same way.
“Fuck, it feels so good,” he tells her as his chest heaves, feeding my desire. He squeezes his eyes closed and his head falls back against the wall.
Hannah looks down at me, the same comfort she provided him she’s giving to me as our eyes connect. My mouth is full of her boyfriend's cock, yet she looks at me like she’s grateful for me, like she needs this as much as I do.
She bites her bottom lip and her hooded ocean eyes take me in as I continue my pace. She moves her hand in between her legs, lifting up her dress, as she dips her fingers into her panties.
Oh, fuck.
Unable to hold myself back, I lift my knee over Ethan’s foot, pressing my cock into his shin and I rut, humping his fucking leg because I’m desperate, so fucking desperate.
I can see the outline of her knuckle underneath the fabric of her thong as she moves over her slit. Her chin tips up as her eyes flutter and she releases a long, choppy breath, circling her clit. She’s inches from me and I wish I could manage to suck on both without stopping but I don’t know how Ethan would react to that. So, I painfully watch as her hand moves faster, her panties dampen with moisture while the scent of the two of them mixed together has me rolling my hips harder into Ethan.
He glances down, seeing her hand caressing herself and me frotting against his leg, and groans.
Hannah removes her hand from between her thighs, reaches up, pushing that same finger past Ethan's lips and into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I muffle around his cock as he moans around her fingers.
Electricity shoots through every vein in my body as thetingling at the base of my spine grows. I’m going to come in my pants before he comes and that’s going to be so fucking embarrassing.
My head bobs faster over his cock and his moans ascend around her fingers.
And, fuck it. I reach out, tucking my thumb into the side of her soaked panties and stroke it over her slick center.
“Jesus,” he whispers, his hips push forward, forcing his cock further down my throat.
She presses into his chest, her pointer fingers gesture toward her frantically, then she grips onto him as she bites into his skin.
“You’re coming?” he spits out, as he looks down at my hand caressing her clit and head bobbing over his cock. I peer up, our eyes connect and the desperate need behind his dark eyes is my undoing. I groan around his cock as I rut into him again, my cock pulses against his leg.
“Oh, fuck, Dane. I can’t stop…it’s…I’m coming,” he says in a warning but I hear nothing other than the sound of his orgasm mixed with my name bouncing off his lips.
I. Come. In. My. Pants.
Cum spills into my underwear as I hum around his length. His release hits the back of my tongue and his rousing moans drown out the pulse pounding in my eardrums. I know that I’m loud in bed. I’ve always been incredibly verbal but this man rivals the thunderous groans I’ve been known to make and I fucking love it. By the satiated look on Hannah's face, she does too.
I sit back on my heels, using the back of my hand to wipe off the excess saliva on my lips, and glance up at the two of them with an unavoidable grin.
The unrelenting pull I’ve had toward them since the moment we met isn’t one-sided and the idea that we have theentire room to ourselves for two more nights gives me the utmost gratification.
Hannah smiles back at me as she straightens out her dress, then kneels down to my level, reaching for my pants.
