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“Hey,” Kara said, hooking my arm with hers. “Where are you going? You’re our good-luck charm.” She leaned her head on my shoulder as we walked to their suite.
I really wasn’t sure how to feel about that nickname. Actually, I was kind of pissed about how much I liked it. “Yeah, you think so?”
“Synergy, remember.” She leaned her head on my shoulder.
“I do.” I pulled her chin closer with my finger and kissed her then, soft and savoring just long enough to make me want to rip those tiny little straps off her shoulders and watch that silk dress pool like water to the floor.
Cole reached around me from behind, undoing my pants as I cupped one of Kara’s small breasts in my hand and circled my thumb over her nipple. Kara sucked in a sharp gasp, and I released a sigh of relief as my almost painful erection poked out of my briefs. His finger circled my slit just the same way I rubbed Kara, and I bucked my hips forward into his touch.
Kara spun away and reached out to the pole in the center of the room.
“Are you going to perform for us, Kara?” I asked while Cole’s finger slid down my shaft. A shiver rippled through me as I began to unbutton my shirt.
“I don’t know,” Kara said, dropping into a deep knee bend, legs open and giving us both a nice view of her soft pussy lips. “Perhaps.” She smiled coyly. “I miss your fingers.”
And my fingers missed that pussy, I thought while running my tongue over my bottom lip. “Why don’t you put on a little dance for us? I mean, you made me miss the last burlesque performance. It’s the least you owe me.”
“Ha!” Kara laughed, but she was already up, leaning back and taking a twirl. She brought her legs up into the air, spreading them wide before cinching the pole between her legs and stretching her body upside down. For good measure, she added a little shimmy as she slid down to set her hands on the floor and cartwheel off the pole. Either she was a natural, or she’d done this before.
“I told you they were stripper poles,” Cole laughed.
“Guess I learned something at that pole dancing class I took last year,” Kara said with a coy shrug.
Cole smiled at her. “Can anyone say overachiever?”
“I can say cock tease,” I murmured. “But I have to admit that was pretty impressive.”
My cock twitched. Cole was running his fingers against the sensitive bit at my tip again, electrifying me and causing my back to arch. I batted his hand away, turning toward him. With a tug at his button fly, I ripped his jeans open and relished the way his cock sprung forth, leaking precum as if I’d been pumping him in the limo. I glided my thumb against his slit, smiling at the shuddering breath he released. Two can play that game.
I leaned forward, my lips brushing Cole’s ear while my gaze caught the soft overhead light glistening on Kara’s pussy lips. “Look at your wife. She’s soaked.”
Kara made a sound that caused my blood to rush. She was a siren, purring and moaning as she bent over and rubbed that pole between her ass cheeks. She paused in front, her fingers slipping between her pussy lips, and she moaned louder this time. Clearly, she knew exactly how to push all my buttons.
“Tell Kara how good she’s doing,” I whispered.
Cole shuddered and I watched him lick his lips. He thrust his dick in and out of my grasp. “I’d rather show her.”
He walked over to her, shedding his shirt along the way. With his palms circling over her nipples, he leaned in and worked his tongue into her mouth. They were beautiful together, and I had to appreciate my part in that. Then Kara curled her finger over Cole’s shoulder, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to have her on my dick.
“Do you see something you like?” Kara teased, sticking out her ass when I moved behind her.
“Fuck,” I moaned while sliding my dick between her pussy lips, feeling just how hot and wet she was for me. “I want to feel you.”
My hands grasped her hips, angling her so I could reach her clit. Kara’s head leaned on my shoulder, her mouth opened wide, yet no sound escaped. I clenched my jaw, biting back my moans. She was slicking my dick so good, putting me on fast forward. I needed to slow down or I’d blow before the main event.
Cole crawled towards us on all fours, his mouth open and wanting.
“You want this?” I asked, pushing forward between Kara’s labia as much as physically possible. With her tiny little ass, it meant I could see my full crown poking through over her shoulder.
“I need this,” Cole rasped before taking my dick into his mouth.
Fuck, his mouth was hot, so wet. My eyes rolled to the back of my head while he sucked me like one of those obnoxiously big jawbreaker candies that took an hour to finish. When I regained the presence of mind to open my eyes, I saw that he was not only expertly blowing me, but eating Kara’s pussy on every downstroke. She arched against me, strangled cries dripping from her lips. Her eyes were wide. Her hands grasped fistfuls of Cole’s hair, holding him against us both. The friction felt incredible, and I was teetering over the edge. There was no way I could last any longer.
I came, hard and deep inside his mouth, my body unable to stop shivering. I released Kara’s hips, but she still had a ways to go. Cole swallowed every last drop of me. His hand pumped slowly, methodically up and down on his own shaft, his fingers lingering around his tip while he licked intently on Kara’s clit.
“Fuck, Cole!” Kara screamed.
Cole moaned, and I watched as he spilled into his hand while Kara thrust into his face one last time before squirting all over his face. She gasped, her body swaying while Cole continued feasting on her juices.
“Fuck, that was good,” I murmured, taking my shirt and cleaning myself up. A frown lingered on my lips as I realized that was probably the best sex I’d ever had—even better than all the times swinging with Yvette. It doesn’t mean anything, I told myself. I wouldn’t allow myself to confuse good sex with love again, not after Yvette. Love wasn’t real. It was just some silly little thing ad guys like me came up with to make people spend their cash. This thing with Cole and Kara, it was only fun. Nothing more. I had to keep telling myself that until it stuck.
