Fuuuuck.
If we died tomorrow, that would be just fine. In fact,we could die tonight, and I’d still be happy. The glass I was fucking her against could shatter, and send us thirty-something floors to the cold pavement below. And I’d be smiling the whole way, knowing the whole time I was already in heaven.
Realizing all this, I took my sweet time. I fucked her slowly, kissing her naked back. Dragging my mouth along the side of her fragrant neck, and down her bare, sexy shoulder.
In the meantime, Peyton took what she wanted, and what she wanted was to come on my dick. She let the pressure build, then cried out as her whole body was rocked by an intense, leg-shaking orgasm. I studied her beautiful face as the pleasure crashed over her, and fell even deeper in love with her. She was so caught up in the moment, I was forced to slide one palm upward, to cover her mouth.
Spasm after spasm rocked her body, contracting around me as she whimpered softly into my palm. Peyton eventually recovered, and began fucking me back in earnest. Her head craned backward, to kiss me deeply, and I couldn’t drink enough from those wet, supple lips. She was so intent on getting me off inside her, neither one of us even noticed that we suddenly had company.
“I thought we were all getting some sleep?”
Ripley yawned and cracked his knuckles, just behind me. He began warming up his arms and stretching his legs, like he was getting ready for the big game.
“C’mere,” Peyton beckoned, adding a wink. “I’ll put youbothto sleep.”
She stood tall on those shapely legs, forcing me temporarily from her body before leading us both to the nearby couch. Standing there, jutting straight outward, I shot Ripley a dirty look.
“Sorry bro, but you know the rules,” he apologized with a grin. “She’s ours to share.”
Peyton shoved me to the couch and straddled me first. Plunging back into her felt like sliding into a hot tub on a cold winter’s day. Ripley wasted no time shedding his clothes. His dick sprang free, and Peyton made a wanton little show of licking it up and down and all around, before finally taking it down her throat.
“Fuck…” Ripley sighed, interlacing his fingers behind his head.
What followed was a feast of warm, womanly flesh, with my face buried in a pair of spectacular tits. Peyton didn’t just ride me up and down, she grinded her soft ass into my lap using slow, deliberate circles that drove me wild. Her plump lips remained tightly wrapped around Ripley as she worked him with her free hand.
The writhing and grinding was hard enough to resist, but it was the noises that pushed me over the edge. The moans between slurps. The soft whimpering against his hard stomach. The little gasps of surprise and pleasure, whenever I’d grab her by the hips for a particularly deep thrust.
I came so hard my ass left the couch. Peyton sighed softly around Ripley’s shaft, as I pumped her full of my seed. Only when I was completely empty and utterly spent, did she push him down and hop from my lap into his.
I watched them fuck for a while, my eyes glazed with a warm flood of oxytocin surging through my brain. Riding my friend, arms over his shoulders, Peyton looked like the goddess of sex. The living epitome of everything soft and womanly and wholly desirable, and not just physically, but emotionally too.
“Theo?” I sighed, jerking a thumb.
It sounded crazy, but I actually cared that we were all on equal footing. I wanted to share this woman equally and without jealousy. With two men, who by now I considered my brothers.
“Let’s not wake Theo,” Peyton sighed, her body gently rocking. “His brain’s pretty fried, and we need him on point tomorrow.”
Ripley dreamily nodded his agreement, his hands guiding those sinful hips.
“Besides,” she winked. “I promise to make it up to him.”
I smiled and kissed her one last time, and Peyton reached up to hold my face in her hands. Her moans were entrancing, her lips just as addictive as they rolled slowly against mine. She held me there for a long time, drinking from my eager, churning mouth. When we finally broke away, she sank forward to kiss Ripley with just as much heat, just as much passion. The stab of jealous excitement made my dick jump, and I considered stroking it hard again for another round.
Instead I walked away, looking back one last time at the live sex show that was still going on.
Fuck.
I sighed the word breathlessly, in my sex-soaked head.
She’s perfect.
She really was. Peyton was everything I didn’t have in my life; the missing pieces of a puzzle I feared could never be solved. At the moment, I wanted her more than anything in the world. The connection between us that felt so tenuous at first, had been firmly cemented in my mind.
This couldn’t possibly be our last night together. Iwouldn’t let that happen. I loved her too much, and too deeply, to ever let her go.
Tomorrow, I’d do everything in my fucking power to forge the one thing we’d been missing together, as a group:
A future.
