Page 33 of Just Past Two

Zach’s eyes closed for a minute, and he drew his tongue across his bottom lip like he was trying to keep himself together as much as she was in this moment.

“God, yes.” Slowly, he slid his fingers out of her pussy, dragging their tips along her G-spot again, sending a new shower of electricity through her nervous system. Still locked in her gaze, he put his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean, and she might implode just from the look on his face.

Zach stripped off his boxer briefs, and suddenly he was naked. Right there. Another man, naked, in her bedroom, while she was also naked, and this was real and not one of her fantasies. Zach dug a condom out of the pocket of his jeans on the floor, actually taking out a whole strip of condoms still attached together. Abby laughed, making him look up in surprise. “You had high hopes for the club tonight?” she teased.

“It’s good to be prepared, right?” Zach smiled, tearing one packet off the strip and tossing the rest onto the nightstand. “This is better than anything I’d hoped for, though.” He slid the condom carefully down over his shaft, slicking it all the way to the base, giving his dick another stroke after it was on.

“How do you want me?” She looked from Zach to Sam and back again.

Zach stared at her naked body like he wanted to eat her alive, his expression enough to make her squirm. “I really want to fuck you from behind.”

She and Sam seldom fucked like this, the position not one he usually enjoyed. It felt really different to be getting on all fours facing Sam instead of having him behind her. He was only a few feet away, and as she watched, he slowly unzipped his pants and took out his own cock. As Zach moved in behind her, nudging her legs apart with his, Sam began to stroke himself. Zach slid his fingers into her once more, this time from behind, the angle totally different, and she tightened up and sucked in a breath of air. It was hard to breathe, her body trembling with anticipation and nerves.

“Keep your eyes on me.” Sam’s voice made Abby jerk her head up, locking eyes with him again. And so, when Zach nudged her with the tip of his cock, she kept her eyes locked with Sam’s while Zach pushed all the way into her. She moaned out loud as he stretched her open so good, bottoming out, his hips flush against her ass. His fingers trembled where they held her hips. Another man was inside her. She had another man’s cock inside her.

“Fuck,” Zach said behind her, his voice wrecked with emotion. “You’re so tight. My God. Is she always this tight?”

“She is. I love loosening her up, getting her all wet and sloppy around me.” Sam kept talking, this absolutely filthy shit, and Zach began to thrust in and out of Abby in long, slow strokes. “She makes these perfect noises.”

Zach thrust hard, once, and Abby gasped, mouth falling open.

“Yeah. Just like that.” Sam nodded. “Wait until you feel her come. She’s gonna squeeze around you so good.”

Abby bit her lip, whimpering, clenching up reflexively. She didn’t know it would be this hot to have them talking about her like this, as if she wasn’t here or couldn’t answer. Zach gripped her hanging breasts, squeezing them with each stroke. This position was like being trapped, like she had to just kneel here and take it, and that was hitting a whole bunch of her kinks. She wanted him to keep pounding into her, his cock spreading her folds, his balls brushing her with each thrust. When he pinched her nipples, rolling them hard between his fingers, she yelped and squeezed down around him.

Zach groaned, then squeezed her nipples one more time, creating the same response. She couldn’t help it; it was like a direct connection from her nipples to her clit. When she squirmed, his cock moved inside her, reminding her where she was, what was happening, what she was doing. He let go of her nipples and switched to her clit, balancing himself with a hand on her back while he reached below her and rubbed that small, tight bud.

“Oh God. I can’t…” Her body was trembling, her arms starting to give out from the intensity of it all. She collapsed down onto her forearms and managed to just lift her head. Sam was still watching her, breathing fast, rubbing his cock with firm, easy strokes. The climax built, curling up through her toes and her legs and her pussy, gathering like a heavy weight. Words slipped through her mind as fast as she could think them, unable to hold onto them, a steady stream of curses and words of pleasure. Her body was like a tuning fork struck, humming all one note of God, yes, this, tightening up impossibly into a coil of energy ready to explode.

Her orgasm tore through her body, shattering her with fierce pleasure, and she couldn’t watch Sam anymore, couldn’t keep her head up, just collapsed onto her folded arms and shook and clenched over and over around Zach’s hard cock. He was swearing, moving in short, tight thrusts, so fast it was like a blur of friction, chasing his own pleasure. As her climax began to ebb, he let go of her clit and gripped her hips with both hands, driving in deep and full and finally all the way, cock pumping with his own orgasm.

In the moments that followed, she rested in silence. Her breathing, the slight twitches of Zach’s hands on her hips, the sudden quiet in the room…it all combined into a single soundscape of peaceful aftermath. Zach pulled out, slowly sliding from her warmth, and the bed dipped as he shifted away. Abby curled over onto her side, resting, her hair tumbling across her face.

A gentle hand on her shoulder made her jump. She opened her eyes, and Sam was there, brushing her hair back. He’d dressed himself again, tucking his cock away, and she could see the line of it straining his pants.

The bed dipped again. Abby sat up, looking between the two men. Sam raised his eyebrows. “You okay?”

A blush heated her cheeks, and damn, how the hell could she blush right now, after all this?

“I’m good.” She grinned that lazy post-sex grin and looked over at Zach, who had pulled his boxer briefs on and was now clearly trying to gauge the emotion in the room. “You good?”

“Fuck, yeah, I’m good.” He laughed. Then, sitting back on the bed, he looked between the two of them. “Sam, are you all right? I don’t think I could watch that without coming all over the place.”

“I got close, but not quite.” He smiled and shifted his erection in his pants. “It’s…okay.”

Zach rubbed his jaw. “I might be overstepping here. But…you ever have somebody else watch you two fuck?”

Abby and Sam looked at each other. “Not yet.”

Zach grinned. “Do you want to?”

…

Having Zach sit in the chair was something totally different. Sam was already amped up from what had just happened, from watching Abby come like a wild animal while Zach fucked her, and it was so God damned hot that he wasn’t sure he was going to recover. Besides that, he was going to be fantasizing about this for a long time to come. So now, with Zach just casually throwing out there that he wanted to watch, Sam was tossed into this entirely different perspective on the whole thing that was nonetheless hot as fuck, just in a different way.

Zach slipped his pants back on and sat back down again, this time in the same armchair Sam had just vacated. Sam was already pulling off his clothes, not even bothered by Zach’s presence. Abby was soft and pliant in his arms, already less tense because of her orgasm. He was going to fuck her after another man had fucked her, and the prospect had his cock straining.

“How do you want me?” Abby blinked up at Sam, lazy and slow. Sam thought about it for just a moment.