I glanced back at the picture of Eli’s hard dick, hand wrapped tight around the base in what looked like a bathroom stall. Below it was a message from him.
Eli
Now give me a video of her taking you deep, so I can come before I get a call.
I growled, reaching between us to slide my hand under her tight leggings. “Now this I can do.”
She giggled again and then moaned when I sat up and pulled her leggings and panties down and chucked them across the room. Pushing my jeans down and off, I picked my phone back up and stared down at her sinful body.
“God, you’re perfect.” I praised as I started a video from my POV. She ran her hands through her hair, fanned out on my pillow as I laid my hand flat on the soft flesh of her lower belly, the same flesh that held her babies, growing and nurturing them with her perfect body. Slowly, I slid my thumb down to her wet pussy, rubbing the pad of it over her hooded clit, before pushingit down through her wet lips, thriving on the wet noise it made when I pushed my thumb into her and pulled it out. Her arousal and the wetness of her orgasm coated my skin, and I held it up for Eli to see through the camera screen. “She’s already come once, Eli,” I said out into the room and rubbed my wet thumb over her clit, making her gasp and spread her legs wider as she arched into it. “How long do you think it will take until she comes all over my cock?”
“Fuck me already,” she purred, “So we can find out.”
I fisted my hard cock and slapped the head against her exposed clit, making her moan before I dipped it down into her dripping wetness and then notched it against her opening. “Pull your legs back, Shade. Show Eli right where my cock is going to go. Show him how I fill you up.”
She wrapped her hands around the backs of her knees and pulled her legs back wide, making sure to shimmy until her lush tits were perfectly on display between her thighs. “Like this?” She bit her bottom lip and shimmied again, so her flesh jiggled enticingly.
“Fuck yes,” I growled, lining my cock up and pushing the head into her until her lips parted in response. “Just like that. Take my cock like a good girl.”
“Damn,” She moaned, laying her head back onto the pillow as she pinched one of her nipples while I fed her more of my cock and pulled out, to do it again. “You’re so thick like this. You’re stretching me open, giving me no choice but to take it. I fucking love that.”
“That’s it, baby, you’re doing so good. You’re absolute perfection.” I pushed in until my balls pressed against her ass cheeks, and we both moaned. Using my thumb, I circled her clit as I slowly pulled all the way out, her arousal dripping from her wet hole in the absence of my cock, and I stroked my finger into her, coating it and playing with her. “What do you think, Eli?”I asked out loud. “Tomorrow night I think we should take turns pushing into this tight little pussy. I’ll give her a few thrusts, stretching her out, and then you can push in deep, until you knock the bottom out of her.”
“Yes,” She moaned, and then she brought her dainty black-painted fingertips to her clit and slapped it as I pushed my cock back in hard. “Just like that.” She begged, fighting the urge to scream as I fucked her hard. Her tits jiggled with each thrust as she rubbed and slapped her clit until she started coming. Leaning forward, I covered her mouth with my hand as she lost her hold on her ecstasy and screamed into my palm, biting the flesh as she came on my cock.
“Good girl,” I praised, keeping the camera on her face as she pushed through the aftershocks, finally opening her eyes and staring up at the screen.
“I want that.” She whispered as her eyelids fluttered, “I want to feel you both, just like that.”
“You’ll have it.” I assured her, sitting back up on my heels to show Eli where her hungry pussy was still clenching around my cock. “Now be a good girl and play with yourself again for Eli to see while I fuck you. Come for us again.”
She moaned and brought her fingers back to her clit and did exactly as I said, putting on a show for the missing piece of our triad to enjoy.
And I fucked her hard through four more orgasms for him to see before I finally tossed my phone away and fucked her just for me.
I made sure that she knew it wasn’t just sex for me; it was a vow. Each thrust was a promise that she was safe, that I wasn’t letting go. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her moans muffled by my skin as she lost control because of me.
When it was over, she lay curled against me, sweat cooling on our skin, her breath uneven. And I held her tighter, because I knew it wasn’t just lust anymore.
It was something far deeper.
The diner smelledlike butter and coffee; the low hum of conversation filled the space around us as we walked in. Frankie sat across from me in the booth, her chin resting in her hand, pretending to be unimpressed as I stole a drink off her milkshake for the third time.
But I knew the truth.
She was loving every second of our alone time.
It didn’t happen often, and that was okay, but when we could make it happen, it felt extra special.
It was the luxury I had of being off during the week, so I could steal Frankie away for a little lunch date in between her crazy schedule.
“Tell me something I don’t know about you,” she said, her green eyes sharp like she was testing me. Maybe expecting something bad in response.
I leaned back, smirking, “What do you want? Embarrassing stories about me puking on my first date? Or the fact that my mom still sends me holiday pajamas?”
She rolled her eyes, but I caught the smile tugging at her lips. “Fine, your real life. Before I met you as an adult. I know the firehouse stories, and the hockey stories, but what aboutyou? What about your childhood?”
“You’re going to hate me for saying it, but I had an amazing childhood, and still talk to my parents a couple times a week. My mom was a stay-at-home mom when I was growing up, and our house always smelled like cinnamon rolls and warmth. She baked every morning during school, making something hearty and filling for me and my sister. My dad worked in finance, crunching numbers for big companies and making it home for dinner every single night. He never missed a game either.”
