“Holy fuck. Stevie … yes. Squeeze my cock.”
Stone’s dick was already hard again. He loved listening to them.
Stevie moaned.
“What’s he doin’?” Stone prompted.
“He’s grippin’ my ass. Tilting my hips.” Her lips parted in a silent sigh. “He’s fuckin’ me so deep.”
She began rocking faster, her tits swaying beautifully above his face.
“Fuck me, Nico,” she whimpered softly. “Yes …unnhh… Fuck me hard.”
Her body jerked. Then it jerked again as Nico impaled her. Stone remained still, watching her face as Nico pounded inside her.
“You’re so beautiful,” Stone whispered. “Let it feel good, baby. Let his cock fill your cunt. I wanna watch you come.”
He knew she liked it when he was vocal, so he continued, chiming in alongside Nico as they took their pleasure from one another while Stone watched.
“Oh, Jesus … Stevie … oh, fuck … your pussy’s tight.”
“Are you comin’, Stevie?”
“Almost.” Her eyes squeezed closed. “God, yes … Nico … harder!”
Nico was slamming into her so hard the floor was shaking.
“Yes!” Her eyes opened, and she met Stone’s stare. Her mouth opened as she gasped, a smile forming. “Oh, yeah. I … Nico … oh, fuck. I’m comin’ on his cock! I’m comin’!”
Nico growled roughly and slammed into her one more time. They both stilled, their combined shouts echoing through the rafters.
Stone smiled, lifting his head so he could press a kiss to Stevie’s perfect lips.
She went limp, dropping onto him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him. Nico was on his feet, disposing of the condom. When he joined them, he had a Dr. Pepper in his hand and a bewildered expression on his face.
“Good?”
“So much better than good.”
“Change your mind about me fuckin’ your ass?”
Nico turned his head and met his gaze. “No.”
Stone grinned. “Me neither.”
***
Stevie woke warm and comfortable. It tooka moment to realize where she was.
They were still in the loft. She remembered passing out from exhaustion after Nico fucked her, but she didn’t remember being moved. Someone—likely Stone—had given her a pillow and a blanket. He was always doing little things like that. Taking care of her. He was the first guy she’d ever dated, who didn’t make her feel as though sex was all he wanted. Granted, he was the only one she’d actually had sex with, so maybe guys changed when they were getting laid on the regular.
She had no idea how long she’d been asleep, but she could tell it was dark outside because the little window above was black. Also, the television was off, but the small strand of lights was still on, casting everything in a festive hue.
She turned her head, peering around to see if they had abandoned her.
That was when she saw them. Stone and Nico were about three feet away from her on one of the other mattresses.
Nico was on his back, one leg angled to the side, Stone hovering over him. Stone had his forearm across Nico’s throat even as they kissed. But it was the placement of Stone’s other hand that had her curious. From where she was, she could only make out the way he was pumping his arm. Like he was fingering him.
