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Heather sat me on the couch and removed my belt. I was rock-hard at this point, and her hand brushed over the bulge in my jeans like she didn’t notice it. But there was no ignoring it when she slid my pants down, revealing my throbbing shaft.
Her head hung over my crotch, breath whispering against my cock. Slowly, she raised her eyes to mine, and a smile spread on her face.
Lord almighty, I practically blew my load all over myself right then and there. That’s the kind of look Heather gave me.
I sighed as her long fingers danced up my thighs, surrounding my base in a flanking maneuver that would impress any military tactician. Both hands wrapped around me, one over the other. She never broke eye contact as she slowly lowered her face to me, mouth parting like she was about to blow out her birthday candles.
Again, I have no idea how I didn’t come right then. The Lord works in mysterious ways.
“Like I said,” Heather whispered in a tone dripping with eroticism, “I want to make it up to you guys for what happened at the suite. Do you want me to do that?”
I nodded my head like I was a fucking Pez dispenser.
Heather’s tongue slowly appeared and touched the underside of my crown. I felt every muscle in my body tense as she licked up my slit, then around my tip in a circle. Her blonde hair whispered along my thighs as she moved. I wanted to grab a fistful of that hair and push her down, giving all of myself to her rather than just teasing.
But I was loving what she was doing to me, and I didn’t want it to stop.
Finally her eyes left mine and swung to Asher, who was still standing by the bar cart. “I thought I said no one was allowed to just watch.”
And then, in one smooth motion, she took me into her mouth.
I leaned back into the couch and moaned loudly as she sucked on my tip. I was dimly aware of Asher coming over to the couch and sitting next to me, pants ruffling as he undressed, but I didn’t give a single fuck about any of that. Heather’s lips were around my cock, and that required my full and undivided attention.
She stroked my shaft while sucking me off. Her mouth felt incredible. I brushed aside her hair and once again resisted the urge to take hold of it. The way Heather looked up at me said she knew what I was thinking, and that I had made the right decision.
Heather pulled off the tip, swirled her tongue around me, and then slid sideways to do the same to Asher. I saw that my best friend was totally nude—I just caught a glance, don’t make it weird—so I pulled my Backstreet Boys T-shirt off and tossed it across the room. Heather maintained a strong grip on my shaft while her head bobbed over Asher. Fuck, even her fingers felt amazing. Normally I prided myself in my sexual stamina, but if she kept going like this…
This girl’s unreal, I thought.I’m about to explode.
I slid off the couch and kissed her arm, then raised her dress up. Her panties were white with pink frills around the side.
She turned to me and said, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“You told me I wasn’t allowed to watch,” I replied. “So I’m becoming an active participant.”
I laid down on my back on the floor, grabbed Heather’s thighs, and slid my head underneath her dress. There was a damp spot on the center of her panties, one that was quickly spreading. I was absolutely starving for her by this point, so I didn’t waste any time: I pulled aside her panties, and took a long, admiring look at her curled pink lips.
Then I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her down onto my face.
Her body came alive on top of me. She let out a long moan, arching her back and pushing her pussy down into my face. I accepted her eagerly, lapping my tongue up and down her drenched slit.
Heather’s cries of pleasure suddenly changed—they were being muffled, presumably by my good pal’s stiffness. I imagined her sucking on him the way she had just done to me, tongue swirling and lips pressed against the skin of my shaft…
Enough of that. I had a new task to focus on.
I considered myself good in bed. Not trying to brag; just the facts, ma’am. I had a pretty long tongue, and I knew how to use it. Well, the way Heather reacted above me only reinforced this belief. She moved back and forth on my face, riding me gently. I felt her inner muscles clench around my tongue. Soon she was bucking against me, practically humping my face until her cries of pleasure became clear again, not muffled by anything in her mouth.
Her fingernails clawed at my arms, which were still wrapped tightly around her thighs. I held her against my face while I swirling my tongue around her clit, and then she trembled and went slack in my arms with release.
Only then did I release my grip. She slid sideways off me, and I got to my knees and wiped my mouth with the back of my arm. I didn’t think she would want to kiss my face after it had been power-washed by her lady parts, but she grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me more fiercely than I had ever been kissed.
“I want you,” she breathed. “Both of you.”
Asher’s face was flush with passion. “Let me get some protection from my roo-”
I reached for my jeans pocket and came out with a three-pack of condoms. Asher and Heather both stared at me like I had produced a rabbit out of a hat.
“Do you always keep a pack of condoms in your pocket?” Asher asked.
