“Tell me,” Stone urged.
“Yes.” Stevie whimpered again. “I love … oh, God, I love when you finger me.”
Nico’s entire body flashed hot. Never had he been with anyone who was vocal during sex. Granted, he was nineteen years old, and he’d been with exactly three girls. No one but Chelsea in the past two years. Usually, his encounters were in the dark, he and Chelsea kissing while he did his best to give her pleasure before she pulled him on top of her.
This was so not that. This was both of them participating, and it was fucking hot.
“You want more, baby?”
Stevie nodded, her eyes closed, lips parted.
“Tell Nico to take your shorts off.”
Her eyes opened. “Take them off,” she demanded.
Nico couldn’t move much in his position, but Stevie fixed that. She repositioned so she was sitting on his thighs, her legs straight. She moved again, sliding both legs to one side of him. Nico didn’t hesitate, tugging on her shorts and her panties, dragging them down her legs. She kicked them away and spread her legs.
If she cared that Nico was seeing her naked for the first time, she didn’t show it. Stone was still fingering her pussy, two fingers curled deep inside.
Damn, she was beautiful. Long, silky blonde hair. Even pulled back in a ponytail, it hung halfway down her back. That toned little body with curves that made his mouth water. She had pert tits with little pink nipples that darkened when she was aroused. Soft, smooth skin that was naturally golden.
“Look at him,” Stone said. “He wants to taste your pussy, Stevie. His mouth’s waterin’.”
He wasn’t wrong.
She moaned.
“Can he lick your pussy?”
Stevie nodded, her eyes once again locked with Nico’s. “Lick me. Please, Nico. Put your tongue on my clit.”
He’d never known a girl so blunt about what she wanted. Certainly not when it came to sex. But Stevie … she knew what she wanted.
It shouldn’t have surprised him because Stevie was like that. She said what she was thinking. He’d always found that entertaining. But here … now…
Stone banded his free arm around her torso as he shifted backward, freeing Nico’s legs. Stevie crab-walked with him, holding his arm as he got them onto the other mattress.
“Lift your knees and spread those sexy legs wide,” Stone instructed Stevie, his fingers still buried in her pussy.
Nico got to his knees and crawled toward them, transfixed by Stone’s fingers still fucking her. When she spread her legs, he took that as an invitation, lying on his stomach, settling between them. He didn’t need instruction because he wanted to taste her. He wanted to lick her until she came on his face. Chelsea never let him do this. Not as often as he wanted, anyway.
Stevie dropped her bent knees open. Stone’s fingers slid out, separating her pussy lips and exposing the tiny swollen nub at the top of her sex.
Jesus. She was completely bare, shaved smooth. It thrilled him in a way he didn’t expect. Nico blew air across her silky flesh, and Stevie’s hips bucked.
He leaned in, his broad shoulders forcing her legs apart even more, using the tip of his tongue to tease the little nub the same way he’d done with her nipple. Stevie whimpered. He did it again. She moaned. He licked her from entrance to clit, and she groaned low in her throat.
The sounds were so sexy he kept licking her. Along the seam of her pussy, sucking her labia into his mouth, then teasing her hole. He got lost in her taste, mesmerized by the sounds she was making. He took every cue from her, learning what she enjoyed based on the soft mewls and desperate moans.
He wasn’t aware that Stone had moved until the guy was straddling his thighs, his big hands moving over his back, the hard ridge of his cock pressed against Nico’s ass. They were both dressed, but the thrill was the same. He imagined Stone sliding his cock along the crack of his ass, pressing the tip to his hole, pushing inside him.
Nico groaned. It was a fantasy he’d indulged in since he hit puberty, although he never quite understood it. He could never rationalize how this exact scenario could ever be a reality because while he had gay urges, the female body got him off, too. How could he possibly have both? And if he couldn’t, would he eventually prefer one over the other? So many questions. Never any answers.
Until now.
“Ahh!” Stevie cried out, fisting Nico’s hair as she held him where she wanted him.
He focused on licking her, suckling her clit, tonguing her hole. She rocked against his face as though she was fucking him. When he sucked her clit between his lips and flicked it with his tongue, her back arched.
