“Tyler,fuck!” Stella yelled, her hands scrambling against the covers, hips crashing backward into mine. “Yes, like that. Harder. Ineed it.”
I shoved my palm into her lower back, forcing her to arch her spine, deepening the angle so she took more of me with every thrust. My hips pounded into hers, balls slapped her clit, fingers twisted into her hair. Most of the time, she called the shots in the bedroom because that’s what we both preferred, but every now and then, she wanted to be fucked, to be used, to feel a bit degraded herself, and the high of having AJ watch us while it happened was enough to have her cunt clenching down on me in record time.
She moaned. Cried out. Swore at me. Begged.
I held steady through all of it, pinning her to the bed, fucking into her with unrelenting thrusts.
“Tyler,” she sobbed. “Harder.”
Fuuuck.
I picked up the pace, sweat rolling down my back. AJ was fully aroused now. Both hands death-gripping the doorframe like it was the only thing holding him back from joining us again. Any other time, I would have asked him to, but Stella was close to her limit, shaking so bad that this needed to be her last orgasm for the night.
“Come with me,” she pleaded. “Tyler,come.”
The order undid me, and I leaned my weight into her, fucking her all the way down to the mattress, hitting all of her favorite spots as I unloaded deep inside her. She squirmed beneath me, barely able to move because of the pressure, and screamed her release into the comforter.
AJ started clapping. “Bravo. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. You two would make a killing on Me4U.”
I laughed, but Stella was still so out of it I didn’t even think she heard him. It took both of us to get her boneless body into the shower. We propped her up between us and soaped her down while she giggled and sighed, so blissed out from sex hormones that she’d gone loopy.
“I like her like this,” AJ said, grinning.
“Me, too,” I said. “She’s much more agreeable.”
She managed to raise a shaky arm and flip me the bird.
I laughed and kissed her.
Afterward, we got dressed and headed downstairs, where the remains of our meal sat cooling on AJ’s dining room table. Somehow, we’d actually managed to eat. Progress, since the first time we came over for “dinner,” we ended up fucking on the floor.
“We’ll help clear these,” Stella said, reaching for a plate.
AJ waved her away. “Oh, I think you’ve both done enough for the night.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
He nodded and glanced between us. “When can I see you again?”
“When do you get back from your trip?” Stella asked.
“Three weeks,” he said. He was going to Singapore with his mother to look at an investment property.
“Call us when you land, and we can make plans.”
“I will,” he promised.
We took a while leaving, loitering by the door, exchanging casual touches because even after everything we’d done tonight, we wanted more. It always ended this way between us, which was why Stella and I had recently discussed asking AJ if he was open to making this a more regular situation, instead of only occasionally joining us, but we were holding off because we didn’t know if he was ready for that kind of commitment.
“How you feeling?” I asked Stella on the drive back to her place.
“Exhausted. Wrung out. Sore. But so good.” She turned to me, eyes reflecting the passing glow of neon shop lights. “How are you?”
“Dehydrated.”
She laughed. “Next time we should puthimbetween us.”
“Like that first night.”
