He’s such a sweet talker, my man.
As Kit pushes the door open to our room, a mixture of excitement and trepidation fills my chest. Kit was right all along. Anticipation is an addictive and powerful thing.
Blondie isn’t fully undressed but sitting on the edge of the bed in a pair of black boxer briefs.
‘A free thinker,’ I say with a giggle. ‘What are you going to do about that?’
Hand in hand, we make our way over to the bed until we’re towering over him. As quick as a flash, Kit grabs the hair at the back of his neck, dragging him to his feet as he groans.But not from shock or pain. His mouth is mere inches from mine, little puffs of hot air caressing my lips.
‘What do you think? Should we letRobinkiss you?’
Without waiting for an answer, Kit pushes him a little closer, yanking him back at the last minute to kiss me himself instead. Our tongues entwine as we kiss with a slow passion... until I become aware of air hitting my thighs. Robin is on his knees in front of me, lifting my dress.
‘I thought he could kiss you there, instead.’
‘You always have the best ideas.’
Kit slips behind me, his fingers over my thighs, gathering the front of my dress in slow increments.
‘Fucking awesome.’ Robin smiles wickedly, his eyes slipping from between my legs to my face as though he doesn’t know what he likes best. ‘I love a woman who’s prepared.’
‘A pussy this pretty should be on display always.’ So raw and so sensual, Kit’s words and tone have me arching my back against his body. ‘That’s right, darlin’. You show him what belongs to me.’
I widen my stance, lost in his words and Robin’s avid gaze.
‘Touch her,’ Kit whispers. ‘With your tongue,’ he demands.
Robin’s hand drops immediately, and leaning forward, he slides his tongue between my slit instead. His aim is well honed. I whimper as he teases my clit, bringing my arms around the back of Kit’s head, spreading myself wider as the other man suddenly buries himself between my legs. Like a man starved, he works me, eagerness compensating for his lack of skill. Kit’s sweetly sordid whispers in my ear and the tongue probing and lapping between my legs drive me to the edge quickly.
‘That’s it, let him taste my honey.’
I grind myself into his face, Kit’s words bursting white hot inside me. Again and again, I thrust and rub as Robin’s flat tongue laps up everything.
Limp and sated against Kit’s chest and held up by only his strong arms, I laugh a little breathily. Robin smiles up at me, all gleaming white teeth and panting himself.
‘Awesome,’ he says again. Obviously, he’s a man of few other words. As he goes to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, Kit stops him.
‘That belongs to me,’ he rasps, pulling the man up from his knees. His arm still around my waist, Kit brings Robin closer, his hand once again wrapped in his hair.
My heart stops. This will never get old.
With a swipe of Kit’s tongue against the seam of his wet, shining lips, Robin is owned. He moans so beautifully, the sound echoes through the room. There’s such sweet agony in this simple swipe of lips and tongue. Kit certainly knows how to kiss, and I love to watch him kiss another man.
And it’s an aphrodisiac like no other, watching the man you crave taste you from the tongue of someone else.
Kit pulls away, leaving Robin hazy eyed and obviously hard through the thin fabric of his underwear.
‘I want to taste you, too,’ he rasps.
We begin frantically shedding our clothes, sheer instinct and need bringing us together as one. Kit lies on his back, my pussy in his face as I watch Robin crawl between his legs, placing his lips with reverence against the powerful jut of his hip.
It’s madness. Sheer sensation overload as Kit growls and laps at me as Robin peppers my man’s skin with hot kisses. He trails a tongue from his balls to the tip of his dick, and I call out. Watching him roll his tongue over Kit’s piercing is thrilling, but Kit isn’t the only beneficiary because, with each swipe of tongue and kiss, Kit’s attentions between my legs become more serious. His fingers widen me as he begins thrusting with his tongue. I’m so ready, so turned on, so fucking into this as I undulate against him while trying not to come. I want to, but not yet, lost to the image of Robin’s mouth sucking greedily, working Kit’s dick to a fever pitch.
‘He’s so fucking big.’ His voice is hoarse as he comes up for air, sending a hazy, lust-filled look my way. With his hand between his legs, he jacks himself slowly when Kit rasps a demand against my wet flesh.
‘Fucking suck it.’
Once again, the room is filled with the obscene sounds of our coupling—sighs of ecstasy and flesh hitting flesh. Though the air is cool, my skin is hot and tingling, as if pierced by a million burning pins. The sensation contracts as I edge closer to climax. Kit pushes me upwards, growling I should get Robin a condom.
