Tippi hums her assent, and the simple sound vibrates through Marissa’s body.
The climax takes mere seconds to arrive after that, and I find myself oddly touched when Marissa clutches onto my arm as she rides out the storm, panting and whimpering in a way that has pre-cum leaking fitfully from me.
And when Tippi pulls back slowly, cheeks flushed and eyes bright, she makes my cock ache like never before when she kisses me. I can taste Marissa on the sweetness of Tippi’s lips, and something else entirely. Something that feels like the beginning of a new self, forming in the warm chaos of her mouth against mine.
Marissa’s hand finds my thigh, inching closer, and my spine melts as I moan gently against Tippi’s mouth. “May I?” She says it playfully, echoing my own words from earlier.
I pull back, look at her. Look at Tippi, who gives me a warm smile and a gentle nod; this is OK with her. “Yes.” My voice sounds more decisive than I’ve ever heard it.
They both ease me back until my shoulders and head are supported by the headboard. Tippi rises to her knees beside me, brushing gentle fingertips down my sternum. “If it’s too much at any point, just touch my wrist and I’ll get her to stop. No hesitation. No guilt.”
“OK.” My breath goes a little shaky as I feel Marissa’s hair tickle my thighs when she dips her head. Her movements are unhurried, and the moment her mouth touches me, Tippi kisses my mouth, grounding me, and yet sending sparks exploding behind my eyes. Having both sensations together… Fuck, there’s nothing to match it. This is heaven. This isfucking paradise.
Marissa’s every attentive touch sends bright, hot pulses through me, each one threatening to scatter my senses into chaos. But every time my breath stutters or my body jolts, Tippi’s mouth steadies me. She kisses me like she’s teaching me how to stay inside my own skin, so I can fully experience every moment.
And the strangest thing happens: I enjoy it all.
No nerves. Not just the physical sensation, though that part is unimaginably good. It’s the permission in it. The fact that Icanexperience this, the kind of carnal fantasy almost every straight man I know dreams of all his life, happening tome, shy, bumbling Jacob Stewart… And yet I’ve never felt safer, or more like myself.
Marissa keeps her pace slow and steady, tasting each and every reaction like it matters. It’s like a conversation, one made of breath and touch and listening. I let out a low, involuntary groan, and a dizzying rush moves through me, full of heat and ache and pleasure and unexpected yet potent intimacy with someone I’ve known for less than an hour. “I want you,” she murmurs, her lips brushing my helmet with every word.
I flinch. “Yeah?” I can’t manage anything more articulate.
“Mmhmm,” she confirms, lifting her head. “You can absolutely say no, but in the interest of clarity, I’d like very much for you to fuck me from behind while I eat Tip’s pussy.”
Tippi’s breath catches next to me, and her pupils widen. She’s definitelyinto the idea.
My balls tighten.I’m going to do this. And I don’t feel any fear, or anxiety about my performance. I’m already moving behind Marissa and grabbing a condom from the bedside table. My fingers don’t shake as I roll it on. Call it adrenaline, call it the right partners, I don’t know, and I don’t care; this is happening.
“That seems like a yes?” Marissa teases, settling herself on all fours in front of Tippi’s spread thighs.
“That’s an enormous yes,” I mutter. How is this my life. I’m about to fuck a beautiful woman while watching her go down on my… OnTippi. This is incredible.
I grip Marissa’s hips, and she strokes the back of my hand gently, in reassurance, before she guides me into place with a subtle shift of her hips.
And then…
Heat. Delicious pressure. A slow, enveloping glide of contact that steals the breath from my lungs.
“Oh,” I breathe, stunned.
Marissa lets out an agreeing purr. “Yes… just like that. Slow isperfect.”
Tippi lifts her head, eyes locked on me as she takes in the look on my face… And then her eyes roll back in her head and she collapses against the pillows as Marissa gets to work. I feel a brief pang; is Marissa better at going down on Tippi than I am? And then I come to my senses. This is a gift. I can watch anything she does that Tippireallyseems to respond to and replicate it myself later.
If I survive.
I focus on keeping my movements slow and steady, not allowing my own pleasure to build too quickly, as I watch the exact swirl of Marissa’s tongue on Tippi’s most delicate skin, and the way a pretty flush stains Tippi’s chest, the way she bites her lip over and over…
“Jacob, can you pass me the lube?” I watch as Marissa’s fingers drift down, lower than Tippi’s channel, to her…
Oh my god.
Marissa looks over her shoulder with a wicked smirk. “A gentle finger in her ass, and Tip goeswild,” she confides with a grin before turning back to her. “Yes?”
“Green,” she nods fitfully.
Without saying a word, I reach over to the small bottle of water based lubricant and hand it over, watching spellbound as Marissa applies a liberal amount to her fingers before slowly, gently easing a fingertip into Tippi’s back passage, a millimetre at a time. Tippi’s breath comes quicker, and my dick throbs, hard, in a way that has Marissa giggling at me.
