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“Oh my God I’m gonna—”
I said the words too late for them to be a warning, so they were only a notice. Suddenly I convulsed, my smooth legs locking tightly around Warren’s head as he lapped away at my clit — his two longest fingers gliding in and out of me. Distantly I realized they’d been in perfect rhythm to my own sucking, pulling mouth.
Nnnnnnghhhh!
I bucked and screamed as I came, temporarily withdrawing both men I’d been alternately going down on. My orgasm was total — a searing invasion of warmth and pleasure that made me giddy with happiness and completion. My pussy spasmed again and again around Warren’s fingers, which he held in place as his experienced thumb knowingly applied the perfect amount of pressure against my aching, quivering nub.
All three of them held me down, and it only added another layer to the euphoria. Being restrained made my climax that much more intense. It lent an additional feeling of doing something naughty; of breaking through some crazy taboo and exploding to completion despite the three sets of impossibly strong hands that clamped me to the soft, down-covered world of my hotel bed.
I went limp as a noodle a moment later, spent and happy and grinning from ear to ear. For a few moments I was left to the afterglow. The only touch I felt were the hands slowly loosening their grip, and the gentle kiss of lips against my skin.
Then, abruptly, a strong arm lifted my leg over a granite-like shoulder. With one up and one down, someone nudged their way between my thighs and pushed themselves right up against my still-throbbing entrance.
“Our turn.”
Twenty-Three
ADRIAN
She felt like silk on the inside, as she always did. Smooth and slick, warm and beautiful. I screwed her slowly at first, watching her expression go rapturous. Enjoying the feel of her from the inside, as her breasts bounced gently forward and back.
Only this time it was different. And that’s because Warren and Luke were there, snug up on either side of her.
Whoa.
It was weird and it wasn’t. One on hand yes, I’d never been in a position like this. I’d never shared a girl with anyone, much less someone I actually held deep emotional attachments to. I’d partied without being a partier. I’d been wicked and debaucherous, but my debauchery had always been limited to a much more intimate setting.
And yet, these were my friends. Not just friends butbestfriends, even though we’d been apart for so long. I’d been looking almost as forward to seeing them as I was to seeing Kayla. In running from North Glade, and everything else that resided here, I hadn’t counted on how much I missed the history I had here.
Kayla had left not long after her parents were gone, not being able — or willing — to maintain a life here. That left me alone, the last one left. I felt like the last kid sitting in front of the convenience store after years of camaraderie, only to look around and finally realize all his friends had grown up and moved on.
From there I’d taken off to parts unknown, to do jobs most people didn’t want to do. The old quarry I worked at had made me strong. It left me suitable for mill work, and gave me the stamina to do seventy-two hour commercial jaunts off the coast near Gray’s Harbor. Fishing was solitude, and solitude meant I didn’t have to think about the loneliness. That part I liked. The pay wasn’t bad either.
But when it came to maintaining relationships of any kind, it really, really sucked.
And now here I was, back in town. Back inher. Kayla was even more beautiful than I remembered, even stronger than I ever gave her credit for. I should never have lost touch with her. That part was inexcusable. And so when it came time to come home? I was determined to do everything I could to rectify my past mistakes.
“Mmmpfff…”
Watching her body bounce slowly while she alternated blowing Warren and Luke was strangely arousing. The whole thing had justhappened, and it happened fast. If I didn’t act immediately I was going to be out-maneuvered, and then I might lose her again. I could tell by the way she looked at them there was unfinished business. I expected that to some extent as well.
The one thing I didn’t expect was to share her like this, not just emotionally but physically too. I could chalk it up to the situation, to our shared bonding over the death of our friend. This could be a crazy night that we’d always remember: the night of Elizabeth’s funeral. The night that grief was overcome by laughter and good memories and a little bit of alcohol, leaving us all open to some very radical ideas.
In the end though, I think it was simpler than that. We’d all just wanted to be together, yes. But the truth was, I loved her every bit as much as the other guys. Kayla had entered our lives in special ways, during our most formative years. We shared things that could never be unshared. Experienced the joys of life during the budding of youth, when ever single experience is fresh and new. When everything we did was still optimistic and unjaded.
Her eyes met mine, and she smiled up at me dreamily. I slid her other leg over my opposite shoulder then leaned into her, penetrating her more deeply. It elicited a gasp followed by a whimper of happiness, before she turned her head and went back down on my friends.
This is crazy.
It was a new one for me, honestly. I can’t knock it though. Kayla’s body had never been more responsive, her snug little entrance never more wet. We’d screwed like rabbits during the time Warren and Luke had been gone, so I knew what she liked. But this…
I’d never seen her this horny, this much in heat. Instead of surrendering to what was happening to her body, Kayla was going at it with even more enthusiasm. Her head was bobbing crazily, her mouth making obscene slurping sounds. And she was screwing me back, too. Hard. As hard as any woman looking to come again, only this time around a thick shaft instead of a hot mouth or a pair of fingers.
Grabbing her thighs, I picked up the pace until she couldn’t keep either of them in her mouth anymore. She looked back at me with her saliva-coated lips and I almost lost it. I held it together through another dozen or so strokes, but the little smile and nod she gave me pushed me over the top.
“Do it,” she murmured breathlessly, as her smile turned wicked. “Let it go.”
They were five little words, whispered as she bounced off my hard, thrusting body. Then I was exploding, unable to do anything else. Kayla’s eyes rolled back as I filled her up, my own chin tilted to the ceiling as I roared my way through my pumping, surging orgasm. I didn’t stop moving until I’d drained every part of myself — my soul included — way up deep inside her.
