“Why? Does that make it harder?”
“To come? No, baby. I can just tell how badly you need us,” Oz admits, and I can imagine her wet pussy greedy for them. I slide my hand up my dick and run my palm over the head, collecting the drops of liquid, but it’s not enough, so I bring my hand up and spit in my palm with the backdrop of all three of their pants and groans filling my ears.
Every time I get close to coming, I squeeze my cock just under the head until I know I’m not going to spill on the floor before they come. My knees feel weak when I hear her admit, “I haven’t…um…”
“Never?” Memphis growls possessively.
“No, not even this.” Her voice is barely a whisper.
“What about this?” Oswald asks, and she lets out a strangled groan that might be a no. “I’m going to lick your pussy until you come on my tongue.”
“Um…” She sounds unsure.
“Shhh. Let him taste you, sweetness. If you want him to stop, I’ll know. I promise you’re safe with us.” Oh shit. I take another step closer to the door, and I’m rewarded when I hear her soft little pants.
“Tell me how she tastes,” Memphis grates out. I’m surprised he let Oswald go first. It makes me wonder what he’s doing to her at the same time, or at least what his plans for her are.
“Delicious, sweet. Even better knowing she will only ever be ours.” Oswald’s words are muffled.
“You hear that, sweetness? My mouth is watering just thinking about it.”
Waylynn moans softly, and the bed creaks, then there’s a little rustling before I hear the muffled cries of ecstasy. Christ, what’s in her mouth? Is it Memphis’ cock? In the next second, her cries grow louder, and I nearly come myself.
I’m so close to the door now, I can see Oswald climb up her body and lean down. I know he’s kissing her, but fuck, I wish I could see it. “Kiss him,” he orders, and that’s when I lose it. My hand jerks up and down my dick, trying to prolong the pleasure that caught me off guard at the thought of her sharing her taste with Memphis after Oz kissed her with her pussy on his lips.
The room is quiet, so I give myself a few moments to recover before slipping to the bathroom and getting some tissue to clean up my mess. Good thing she has hardwood floors. I’m still sporting a semi when I creep back to my room, but once I climb under the covers, my body relaxes and I fall asleep almost instantly.
Waylynn
“Why isthe door closed and locked?” Memphis asks with an edge in his tone after trying to turn the knob, which makes me glad I locked it.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I say loud enough for him to hear over the rush of water.
“You locked it.” He sounds accusatory.
“It’s not nighttime,” I answer. That’s the only time it really gets to me. Well, not theonlytime, but the worst.
“Unlock it. I won’t come in.” I hear a small thump on the door.
It takes me less than a second to decide, so I hobble over and turn the lock. A sense of relief washes over me, but it’s short-lived as the knob turns. I cover my chest with my arms and cross my legs. I have no idea why, he literally had his hands there last night, but the door only eases open a crack.
“Thank you, Memphis,” I tell him softly when I realize he did it for me.
“Do you want me to come in?” I can hear him a little clearer. He’s right on the other side of the door. I shift my arms from my breasts, and my nipples are already hard.Geez.
“Don’t you have to get to class?” I avoid answering.
“Yes,” he snarls. “I can stay if you need help,” he offers in a smoother voice.
“I think I’m okay.” I sound a little sad, but I can’t really help it. I sort of wish he could come in.
“Can I kiss you goodbye?”
“Um…” The door opens before I form a full response, and Memphis trails his eyes over me. I pull my arms up again, pretty much only covering my nipples and squishing my boobs against my chest. “I’m not dressed,” I add weakly.
“Fuck,” he grates out through his teeth. It’s bright as heck in the bathroom from the morning sun. The window is covered in a privacy film, so the curtain doesn’t even close. It’s more for decoration than anything.
He takes two fast steps, bringing him so close, I can feel the fabric of his white shirt against my arms. While staring into my eyes, he pulls down one of my hands and brings it between our bodies. When I feel his bulge, my fingers open right along with my mouth as I huff.
