I massage her in the rhythm of the music and my moving hips while we both watch El partying with herself.
I pull her one step back to let myself fall into the wall behind me, which allows me to push her legs further apart with my right leg.
Just wide enough to?—
Slap.
She moans out as my flat hand lands on her pussy. I knew she’d like it, but I didn’t dare try it the last time.
Slap.
“Oh gods,” she gasps out.
“That’s what I wanna hear,” I say and slap her again. And again. And again. Until her panties become slightly wet.
Then, I push them aside and enter her with two fingers.
Her head falls back onto my shoulder.
And I just feel. Feel her give up control. The most epic feeling in the world, and I bathe in it. Soak it up with my soul.
And then, my eyes meet El’s.
El, who has stopped dancing and watches us.
Her head is slightly tilted.
She grins broadly.
I have to grin, too.
She walks over to us, pushes herself into Jane, tilts her head, and kisses me.
Holy mother fucker.
A lightning bolt shoots from head to my toes and burns my core in between with rolling waves.
I might just come from this alone.
El’s soft lips demand me as our tongues dance in a symbiosis of lust. While I am fingering Jane.
Jane, who shivers between us.
El stops the kiss, and what she does next is beyond everything I can comprehend.
She sinks to her knees.
Kisses Jane’s thighs.
Pulls down her panties.
I remove my hand to pull up Jane’s dress.
I want to see it.
I want to see her.
Them.
