“I’m…close…” she panted breathlessly.
The tequila that we had drunk went straight to my pussy. Because I was turned on beyond belief. Probably more than Ihad ever been by just the act of him bringing her to an orgasm without lifting a finger.
“Damn, just like that, Sha, cum for me,” he said as she moaned loudly, and I could literally see her contracting as she cried through a release.
Finally, her head fell back, and she turned the rose off and placed it on the table. Q stood and picked her up.
I had no objections; I was enjoying the show.
“Come on, B,” he called over his shoulder as he took her upstairs. I stood and walked up the stairs behind them. The tequila was having a stronger effect now that I was standing.By the time that I made it upstairs, which was only a couple of seconds after them, Shareese was already straddling his face.
I bypassed them and went to take off my dress and the jewelry that I was wearing. Then I grabbed a robe of my own and went back into the room. Shareese was loud; her moans were echoing off the walls.
He flipped her over so that she was on her back and sat on his knees. He took off his shirt and then slipped out of his pants.
“Breeze, come here,” he said as he turned toward me.
I walked over to the edge of the bed, and he reached his hand out to me. “Take that off, baby.” He said as he pulled the tie of the robe that I was wearing.
Now fully naked, he guided me into the center, and I was just about to lie beside Shareese.
“Uh uh, come here.” His eyes darkened as my brows furrowed. I was already as close as I was going to get.
I was confused until he said, “lie on top of Sha.” I looked at him with a look of protest. I’ve always prided myself on not being one of those drunks who just throw caution to the wind. I was always still very much aware of anything that I did while drinking.
“Do what I said, B,” He doubled down. I hesitated, but I trusted Q and even Shareese. This entire time, they hadn’tdone anything I told them that I wasn’t comfortable with. Even though Shareese made it clear to me that she was attracted to me, once I told her it was off the table, she didn’t persist. I felt safe in this space. Safe enough to do whatever he asked me to. So, I did….
I threw one leg over Shareese’s waist and sat on her midsection. I could feel him push the middle of my back so that I could lean forward. She and I were face-to-face, and then she moaned. I’m assuming he started to fuck her.
He pushed my back again and physically positioned me so that my head was on her shoulder and my ass was in the air. He slapped my ass hard, making me groan, before he began to lick my asshole while he was fucking her.
This man was a dicksmith; that’s the only way I could describe the art of multitasking at this level. The tricks that he was pulling out of the bag had to come with a title and a credential.We were both moaning, Shareese was lightly scratching my hair, and I could feel her hands rubbing up and down my back.
Q leaned back and teased my ass with his finger. I tensed. He repositioned me again.
“Relax, Breeze,” he urged. His gentle tone was a complete contrast to how firm he slapped my ass.
He did it again, this time easing his whole finger inside my butt. I held my breath, then whimpered as my palms began to sweat. If his finger felt like this, I could only imagine what his dick would feel like invading me.
“You okay, baby?” He asked.
“Yes,” I admitted.
“Good.”
He leaned down and continued to lick as he eased his finger in and out slowly. His strokes had completely stopped to just about none, while he focused on ensuring I was comfortable.
Admittedly, the pressure that I was feeling stopped feeling invasive, and I welcomed it. His finger slid in and out of me, and his strokes sped back up.
“Oh, fuck!” Shareese whined as he fucked her deeper.
“Sha, stop crying and take this dick.”
He fucked her faster and harder. The harder his strokes got, the more her nails bore into my back and the faster his finger went. I was overwhelmed. And I never thought that I would be as aroused by the feeling of two sets of hands on me.
I could barely respond when I heard him say my name. Just as I was about to answer him, he slapped my ass.
“Yes?” I cried.
