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“What I can’t have,” Andre laughed and gave a cocky grin that instantly earned him a punch the next time I saw him, but he was free to say whatever he liked. It wouldn’t have mattered if I had been there, it would have been flattering, but not tonight.
“Hm, yes, too bad for you,” Tara said, with a lot more confidence than she’d have had a few weeks ago. I liked it on her, even if I wasn’t there to tame it.
“Can I see you?” Andre started to pull his shirt off and looked up at Tara once the black t-shirt was gone. I knew Andre was as ripped as I was, so that didn’t surprise me.
“When I decide you can.” Tara went to one of the plain chairs and sat down while Andre took the bed. Tara crossed her legs, drawing Andre’s eyes. I knew she’d removed her panties when Andre licked his lips like he wanted to lick hers instead.
“You’re really pretty,” Andre told her, his hands going to his jeans, pulling at the zipper but not pushing his jeans down. He sprawled on the bed comfortably, at ease, unaware he could die if he stepped even a little bit out of line. I would call Brian instantly and it would be done.
“Thank you.” Tara pulled her shoulders back a little, pulling her shirt tight over her breasts. Her finger went to her mouth, tapping at her bottom lip as she watched Andre, waiting. I was already hard watching her, remembering all the things I’d taught that mouth of hers to do. “Show me.”
I hadn’t expected her to be so bold, but I should have known. She was on the prowl tonight. But for what?
She’d had her period last week, so there hadn’t been too much fun but since she’d got off of it, she’d been hungry. Would she break tonight?
Andre paused, sensing danger for the first time, but he did as she asked. I wasn’t really into men, it was more their response to the woman I was with that interested me, but I had to admit, Andre had an impressive dick. He had to be over ten inches long and two inches around. Thick and long, maybe even dangerous with that thing. Fuck.
“Oh, that is nice. I bet you have all the ladies after you.” Tara sat forward, her shirt gaping open to reveal her cleavage.
“They do seem to like it,” Andre answered with a nod, licking his lips. “But I like the ones that like to blow me the best. I love watching a woman suck my cock.”
“Mm, I can see why,” Tara sat back now, her eyes watching him with avid interest.
Andre gripped his cock and started to stroke it for her. Andre would go far in life if he could hold a woman like Tara’s interest. He’d started off good, anyway, engaging her in conversation like that.
I had to move on my own bed watching Tara, even my sweatpants were too tight over my dick. I pushed my pants down, letting my erection spring free. I wasn’t aware I’d done it, not until I felt my hand wrap around the hard flesh. Her hand had moved down, tucked under that little pink skirt, and straight into her pussy. Which she now displayed to Andre by putting her right foot up on a rung of the chair and opening her knees up wide. “But wouldn’t you like to fuck a nice, tight pussy, Andre?”
They all knew it was only a question, not an invitation. But Andre looked like he wanted to accept that offer.
Do it and die, asshole, I thought and waited, my hand moving slower now on myself.
“I would, but I don’t want to die,” Andre smiled, his hand moving a little faster as Tara pulled down her top for a moment and cupped her right breast.
“But you could suck my nipples for me, at least?” she asked, her eyes right on the camera. “Johnny’s not here to do it and my nipples ache to be sucked.”
“No, ma’am. I really don’t want to die.” Andre choked out, obviously using all of his willpower to stay on that damn bed. Good boy.
Was she onto my game? She winked at the camera, and I knew I was fucked. She knew it was a test and she was going to break my balls over it in the best way she knew how, by teasing the fuck out of both of us.
“Johnny, can Andre suck my nipples? Please? They hurt so much,” she pouted like a rockstar, holding her breast out to the camera and to Andre. “I need to be touched, to be licked, everywhere.”
“Fuck,” Andre and I said in unison, and probably for the same reason.
She was a vision, a living breathing invitation to sex that both of us had to resist. One because he’d die if he didn’t and the other because he was too far away to do anything about it. She was so getting a spanking when I got home.
“No,” I finally said, my hand never stopping, my brain firing in a new direction, envisioning watching her with the kid. It would be hot as fuck, but the kid would have to die and that would be a shame.
She glared at the screen, bit her bottom lip, and closed her legs. “Fine.”
I was tempted to tell her to let Andre come all over her face, but even that would be too far. I’d cover her in come when I got home, I decided, every fucking inch of her, inside and out.
“I’ll just finger myself then,” she tried a new trick, opening her legs again, sliding her finger down to her opening, and then bringing it back up to her lips. “I bet he can smell me, Johnny, I bet he can smell how much I want to fuck.”
She sucked at her finger when she finished speaking, but I had nearly lost my mind at that point. The visual with the words that elicited the memory of her delicate, delicious fucking scent brought the first pop of my orgasm to life.
“You smell fucking beautiful from here,” Andre said, a groan following his words. “Damn fucking good.”
“Too bad neither of you gets to fuck me tonight,” Tara whispered, glaring at the phone’s camera again. “Because I really need to be fucked.”
