Page 54 of Just Past Two

Abby toyed with the blindfold. “I think I’m done with this.” She tugged it off. “I want to see what’s happening.” And, she had her own idea of what she wanted to happen. Normally, she’d been passive in this, and that had been part of the fantasy. But this was also her fantasy now, too. “Stephan, lie here.” She patted the bed, and he stretched out on his back. She eyeballed the distance between him and the edge of the bed, and had him scoot closer. Perfect. Now, where were the condoms? “Condoms? Where’s my purse?” She’d left everything in the other room.

Jo tossed her one, grinning. “There ya go.” Jo was still clothed, sitting in the corner chair, obviously enjoying the show. Abby was done feeling self-conscious. She handed the condom to Stephan, and when he had rolled it into place, she straddled his hips, kneeling and facing his feet instead of his head, then slid all the way down to take him into her with one smooth stroke.

Stephan gripped her hips from behind, fingertips digging into the soft flesh there, his body suddenly tensing beneath her. “Jesus. I wasn’t expecting that.”

He did have a really great cock. The hard length filled her up, and she naturally wanted to move on it, rocking back and forth. She gestured for Sam to stand in front of her, at the edge of the bed, letting her lean forward to take his shaft into her mouth. He gasped, grabbing her hair for stability for a moment, and then began to gently thrust. Beneath her, Stephan shifted his hips, filling her up with his cock, and she had Sam’s cock in her mouth, and she was stuffed from both ends. Holy shit. It was too much to concentrate on, too much sensation, compounded when Sam began pinching the nipples on her swinging breasts.

Stephan cursed. “Fuck. She squeezes me so hard when you do that.”

“Good.” Sam chuckled. He sounded breathless, too. Behind her, Stephan shifted, his cock suddenly pressing into her at a different angle. She lifted her mouth off Sam’s dick to see what was happening. Stephan had stolen some pillows to prop up his torso, and in this position, he could reach around over her hips and stroke her clit.

“Ohh.” She closed her eyes as a jolt of electricity ran through her body.

Stephan rubbed slowly, steadily. “Keep sucking him.”

Abby leaned forward, carefully, because this was more precarious than it had been, the alignment of their bodies changed by the angle. Before she closed her mouth over his cock head, she looked up at Sam. “You can be rough with me.”

His eyes went darker with lust. Smiling, she took his dick into her mouth again.

He carefully took her head between his hands, and she moaned her approval. Then, holding her steady, he began to thrust into her mouth.

Stephan began to thrust harder too, as much as he could in this position, and he rolled her clit in steady circles beneath his fingers. She could come like this, if only he’d go a little faster. He seemed to know, not increasing his pace, keeping soft and steady.

Stephan spoke to Sam. “When do you want me to make her come?”

“Damn.” Sam sounded right on the edge. “Are you holding her there?”

“I can feel her squeezing me. I can feel her getting close. Do you want to come first? You want to make her ask for it?” Stephan was so fucking deliberate.

“You hear that, sweetie?” Sam stroked her cheek, and she moaned around his dick, because God, this was the sexiest fucking thing she’d ever felt. He pulled out, holding her under the chin. “That’s what I want. I want you to make me come. I want to come in that sweet mouth of yours, and I want you to do a good job. Otherwise, maybe we’ll just have to keep you all needy like this until we’re ready to go again.”

Abby shuddered all over her body, and that idea alone was almost enough to get her off.

“That turn you on?”

She nodded, not really trusting her voice to speak. Sam stepped forward again and pressed his cock between her lips into the warm wetness of her mouth.

He might do it, too. He might keep her like this, teasing her. She’d seen that side of him, the side that got turned on having her needy and desperate. She sucked hard, using her hands to cup his balls. He was trying so hard to hold out, but she knew what she was doing, knew what drove him wild, and took him steadily to the brink. He came into her mouth and she swallowed it down, sucking him until he trembled and stepped back on wobbly knees. “Fuck.”

Abby sat back, sinking back down onto Stephan’s dick. He began rubbing her clit harder, and the pleasure started to spiral up inside her, building. She was mindlessly rocking against him now, driven by instinct, chasing that orgasm.

“Make her come,” Sam directed, and the authority in his voice was all it took before she felt the climax crash over her body.

She could still feel what was happening, the sharp rush as Stephan kept rubbing her clit and kept her coming and coming, but words were gone and she was a single raw nerve ending throbbing with wave after wave of climax. She shuddered and clenched and clenched and clenched, and in the middle of it all, she opened her eyes and looked at Sam. He was watching her with the kind of lust that made her feel like the most desired woman in the world.

As soon as she was coming down, Stephan’s hands dug into her hips, and he came inside her, only a condom between them. His body relaxed, and she carefully lifted off of him.

Abby sprawled out on the bed, catching her breath, and Sam came over and sat next to her. They both looked exhausted, she was sure. Stephan sat up, sighing, and got shakily to his feet to take care of the condom.

Jo got up from the chair, shedding layers as she went, stripping down to nothing. Stephan grinned at her, beckoning her over, Abby and Sam seemingly forgotten as she climbed onto the bed with them. God, it was a good thing they had a king-sized bed; they wouldn’t all fit in a queen. Abby turned to watch. Jo, naked and unselfconscious, climbed on top of Stephan and kissed him full on the mouth, rutting against him. There was no way he was going to get hard again that fast unless he was some kind of superhuman. Instead, Jo climbed up his body and straddled his face, lowering herself onto his mouth with a sigh.

Abby’s own arousal ratcheted up at the sight. Jo gripped the headboard and rode Stephan’s face, grinding herself against his mouth, head tilted back and lips parted. It was live-action porn, literally two feet away from them, and Abby rolled over onto her side to face what was happening. Without speaking, Sam urged her to lift her leg up over his where he lay spooned behind her. He reached down through her curls and began fingering her. She had just come, but she wanted to come again, and she watched the scene breathlessly as Sam manipulated her clit and bit her earlobe. Faster than she expected, faster even than the woman in front of her, Abby tumbled into another orgasm as strong and fierce as the first.

She was just coming down when she saw Jo come. It was gorgeous to watch her in the throes of climax, fascinating and beautiful like it was in the best kind of porn, but realistic, not constrained by the limits of the screen and instead live and in front of her with its sounds and sights. She was captivated. Behind her, Sam kissed her neck, and she leaned into it, the drowsiness of her own post-orgasm feelings making her sleepy and slow.

Afterward, when it was all done, when they lay in couples on the sprawling expanse of the king-sized bed, Jo propped her head on her hand and looked over at Abby and Sam. “Everything you were hoping for?”

Abby hadn’t even known what she was hoping for. “Definitely.”