I tremble with need, my body and mind screaming,yes, yes, yes.
Without preamble, Court reaches a long arm to the table to grab a condom, handing it to me.
I lift my ass from his lap, as he shucks off his sweats, kicking them to the side, while I open the package. Court begins nipping at the swell of my breast, plumping my tits in his hands, as I try to focus on what I’m doing. Finally getting the latex ring out of the wrapper, I drop my gaze and hands to his erect cock, sitting proudly between us.
Last night when I had him in my mouth, I knew he was big, but looking at him now, I realize his girth is much larger than Rye’s, who is longer by comparison.
Court grabs the base of his dick, encouraging me to get moving when he says with a chuckle, “It’ll fit, don’t worry.”
Sheathing him with the condom, Court wastes no time and lifts me up by my hips and places me on his lap again where his erection nudges at my entrance. And then a thought hits me.
“What about Rye?” I ask, feeling a tinge guilty for doing this without him.
Court nods with is chin toward the door, as I look over my shoulder and find Rye standing in the doorway, wearing lounge pants that clearly outline the shape of his hard-on. Rye’s eyes flash with heated interest, as he rubs a hand over his erection.
“I’m right here, darlin’ and I’m just going to watch if you’re okay with that.”
Um, wow. The last thing I expected was for Rye just to watch Court fucking me, but the idea sends ribbons of pleasure between my legs.
I nod, rising to my knees, grabbing hold of Court’s dick and closing my eyes as the head of his cock breaches my entrance and he eases inside, with me controlling the depth. One delicious inch after another.
A long groan slips past Court’s lips, and I open my eyes to see him staring at me. His hands are behind his head in a passive, relaxed pose.
“Just ride me baby. Take what you need.”
And I do. I lean in, my palms cupping his stubbled jaw and draw my lips to his. Court’s lips are soft, and gentle at first, as I dip my tongue inside. I taste the coffee and toothpaste, kissing him more deeply and moaning when he sweeps a thumb over my taut nipple, caressing it lightly with a teasing flick.
From the chair next to the bed, I hear Rye’s raspy voice.
“Put her tits in your mouth, man. I want to see you suck those rosy nipples.”
Court breaks our kiss and I turn to find Rye’s hand stroking his dick leisurely, his pants pulled off now so he’s naked, knees pushing outward in the chair. He is every girl’s fantasy. The dark trail of hair running like a river from his belly button to his groin, where a patch of closely cropped hair is visible behind his erect cock and his balls are drawn up tight close to his body.
Court gathers my wrists in both of his hands, binding them behind my back, his knuckles grazing over the crease of my ass. I arch my back as he bends his head and takes a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue over my stiff peak.
My hips move on their own accord, grinding down on his erection, as he sucks on my hardened nipple, creating a building tension low in my spine. I teeter on the verge of blacking out, my eyelids fluttering closed as I squirm and move on Court’s cock. It’s slow and easy at the moment, but I need more friction if I want to come.
I speed up, rolling my hips in fast circles, but knowing my clit needs to be touched. As if reading my thoughts, Rye makes the call.
“Make her come, bro. You know the spot,” he murmurs. And then with a chuckle he says, “Unless you need me to show you.”
We each laugh but continue our quest for fulfillment. Court releases my arms, shifts his large body down the bed so he’s no longer sitting, but lying flat on the bed. My hands go to his chest and his thumb finds my sensitive nub.
Gasping loudly, I throw my head back between my shoulders and ride him harder. With each punch of my hips, the sensations grow bigger and brighter. My senses are overwhelmed. Court’s panting hard, struggling to control his own release.
I hear the slap of Rye’s skin, his hand jerking himself hard, as every now and again murmurs pleasing words, like “that’s fucking perfect,” “ride him hard, sugar,” “I love watching your tits bounce in his face.”
And then the intensity changes, the air is charged, and my belly coils tightly.
“Court, yes, there…right there. Don’t stop.”
I practically scream each word as my fingernails dig craters into his pectoral muscles and my release barrels up my spine and back down again until the rush explodes over me like a rocket jetting out of the atmosphere.
As I come down from my high, body wilting over Court, he flips me over onto my back, spreading me wide and wrapping my legs around him, and he begins pounding into me. Fast, deep thrusts that hit something deep inside me that sparks another orgasm I never knew existed there.
I whimper, the muscles in my belly and my pussy, clenching around Court’s cock, that’s now pistoning inside, his breaths becoming more erratic and frenzied. He holds himself over me, arms beginning to quiver and his head hangs at my chest as he comes. I feel his release pulse inside of me and I’m overcome with emotion to have made this big, strong man lose his control.
Rye’s hand still overs over his cock, and as I crane my neck to peer around Court’s shoulder, I see his eyes are closed and head thrown back against the chair.
