by Krista Wolf
“Yeah?”
“Uh huh. Hours were flexible, and it paid cash.” He paused, tilting his chin to look down at me. “Plus I was good at it, too.”
Did he just shift forward a little? His body seemed somehow closer than before. His face floated near mine.
“You’ll… have to show me some time.”
“Really?”
A warmth began spreading through me. It started somewhere low, below my belly. Or maybe it had already been there the whole time, since making out with Camden.
Bryce’s hand slipped through mine, then continued behind me. It settled in the small of my back, his fingers spreading to pull me closer. I gulped hard, as our bodies touched for the first time.
“Do you really want me to show you?” he repeated.
My breathing was heavy now, and there was no hiding it. I nodded shyly.
“When I say something I mean it.”
His other hand slipped past my hip, and suddenly he had his hands on my ass. Bryce squeezed me once, possessively, then pulled my pelvis against his.
Oh my God.
Everything was hot now, and hypersensitive. The silence and darkness amplified every touch, every movement.
“I want you, Karissa.”
He said the words defiantly, like he was breaking a rule. Like the decision had been a long time in coming, and he was finally declaring it. Our flashlights were somehow gone. I couldn’t even remember setting them down.
“I— I want—”
He kissed me hard, swirling his tongue through my mouth. Rolling his lips fervently against mine, as his hands slid up and then down again, piercing the waistband of my shorts.
Oh… oh wow.
His warm palms felt absolutely electric against the curve of my bare ass. The feeling was unimaginably good.
“I want you too…”
As his hands began to wander, so did mine. Instinctively I found his midsection, and he shifted to accommodate me as I lifted his shirt.
God DAMN.
My fingertips found the playground of his abdominals, and I became almost instantly wet. His body was so hard! So delectably firm and rippled and muscular. I dragged my hands all over his midsection, from his ribs to his navel. The heat coming off his skin turned the pads of my fingers to fire. Every square inch was incredible.
OH!
Down below, one of Bryce’s hands had slid all the way down to the base of my ass. It was between my thighs now, his fingers probing upward. They found my wetness and I shifted into him, allowing the very tips to pierce me gently.
The sensation was so intense I did a full body shudder.
“B—Bryce…”
He was kissing my neck now, and it was pure white heaven. One hand grasped my ass, clutching me tightly against him. Ever so slowly, the other continued dragging three fingers through the shallows of my pussy.
“If you’re going to start this,” I whispered into the darkness, “you’d better finish it.”
It was an order. It was a plea. It was desperation.
He laughed, and his laugh was deep. Fierce. Masculine. It made me even wetter as he abruptly pulled back, holding my cheeks in both hands while planting another sweet kiss directly on my lips.
“Wanna see my room?”
A shockwave of relief flooded through me, even as he began feeding me a finger. Our eyes were locked. Our souls seemingly connected, as he dragged the tip of one digit through the wetness of my mouth.
YES.
I nodded slowly, sucking that finger past my lips. Tasting myself for him… then grabbing his hand and pushing the same finger into his own mouth, so he could taste it too.
Holy fucking shit.
I’d never done such a thing before, but the move was so sexy, so sensual, I could feel myself melting into a puddle. Somewhere in the intimacy of our connection, a moment passed between us. Our mouths curled into a pair of knowing grins.
“We’re wasting time,” I said, and spun away.
Nine
KARISSA
We raced each other back across the empty mansion, laughing like teenagers. Our hearts pounding with the exertion of sprinting the empty halls, of climbing the grand staircase back to the second floor.
But also with anticipation of what came afterward.
We’re going to FUCK.
The sheer gravity of the word sent a flood of excitement through my already-tingling loins. I couldn’t fucking wait. I couldn’t stop myself, even if I wanted to.
And I sure as hell didn’t want to.
I’d beaten Bryce back to his door and waited there with my back against it, chest heaving. He kissed me once, voraciously, before turning the knob and barking two simple words.
“In. Now.”
No sooner had he pushed the door open than I was on the bed, stretching my arms high overhead. Bryce was on me in an instant, pouncing like a tiger. He pinned my wrists to the bed. Kissed me again and again, as my pulse raced and my eyes darted perfunctorily left and right, taking in the room.
Oh honey, fuck the room.
I laughed at my own inner demons and grabbed him by the back of the head. Bryce kissed his way downward, along my neck, then my shoulder. His hands fumbled at my waistband, desperate to get my shorts off, while I reached down and pulled my shirt right over my head.
“Mmmm…”
With a boyish smile he buried his face in my tits, all warm and full and free. I let him lose himself there for a while. Savored the long-forgotten feeling of a man’s stubble against my bare breast, as he opened his mouth and took one of my nipples between his stark white teeth.
“Easy there, chief.”
I laughed and sighed at the same time, only to feel his tongue tracing big wet circles around my areola. His eager hands succeeded in getting my shorts down around my ankles. I scissored my legs and kicked them off.
No going back now.
To hell with going back. I needed this. Fuck I totally deserved this, considering how much I’d been putting my work life so far ahead of my social one. I hadn’t seen a guy in months. Hadn’t even kissed anyone, since—
“OhhhHHHhhh…”
I groaned out loud as two thick fingers sank into me. Bryce was still kissing my chest. Pushing my big breasts together, then licking and sucking and devouring them, while churning his hand through my considerable wetness.
FUCK. YES.
I bucked hard, arching my back, and then he was kissing my stomach too. Tracing his way downward, along my smooth unblemished skin. He alternated between kisses and nibbles, dragging his tongue the whole way. And still, his fingers, working their magic. Thumbing my ever-swelling button from time to time, while pushing past my flower. Penetrating my glistening folds.
“YESSSS…”
I hissed the word just as his tongue fluttered over my clit. He paused there for a few seconds, tracing the hood in slow, penetrating circles before finally moving lower, to lock his mouth right over my heated entrance. My open palms screwed into tight fists. In doing so they took up two big handfuls of thick, dirty-blond hair.
A single tear of happiness streamed down my cheek as I yanked him into me.
“Fuuuuck!”
It had been too long — way too long since I’d been touched like this. I squirmed happily as Bryce’s tongue plunged into me, stoking my furnace from the inside out. His fingers were still moving in and out of me, gliding deliciously back and forth. Using his elbows he spread my thighs even further apart, getting in deeper. Devouring me whole.
MMMMMMmmmm…
As my orgasm became inevitable, my head thrashed violently from side to side. I could feel my whole body shrinking in on itself. My eyes crossing.
Oh my GODDDDDDD…
I came like a thunderclap, exploding against his beautiful face. Gripping my new lover’s hair in both hands, I guided the flat of his tongue up and down, putting it exactly where it needed to be.
“NNNNGHHH!”
The noise was loud, guttural, animal
istic. Very unladylike. I didn’t have a care in the world. All that mattered was the explosion within my own tortured mind. The irrepressible heat and pressure of my building climax, followed by the sweet beautiful release as my brain filled with a rush of sudden euphoria.
God… Oh God…
I came down slowly, in time with his hand, his fingers, his tongue. Bryce had kept everything going, all throughout my powerful climax. He’d elicited the greatest orgasm of my life, in the span of five minutes. Wrung out every last drop of pleasure.
“I… need you… inside me.”
Pulling him up alongside me, I kissed Bryce’s wet, beautiful mouth. I could taste the sweet muskiness of myself all over his lips, as I shoved him onto his back.
“Now.”
His clothes weren’t even off. I remedied that in an instant. When his shirt was gone and his shorts were lying in a crumpled heap a few feet away, I yanked his boxers down too. His big, beautiful cock sprang free, looking like the greatest thing in the universe.
Thank God.
I smiled wickedly up at him before shoving it in my mouth.
Ten
BRYCE
Up and down it went: her beautiful blonde head. Her mouth was warm and welcoming, her tongue even hotter. Even in the midnight shadows, sifting my hands through her shimmering hair, I still couldn’t believe it.
Karissa.
The woman who’d stepped so abruptly into our lives. Who’d solved all our problems at once, without hesitation, without complaint.
The gorgeous, beautiful creature we’d all been so spellbound by, yet who we’d agreed not to ever pursue. She was the one thing we weren’t allowed to touch. Not after before. Not ever again.
Oh holy fuck…
And now here she was, kneeling between my legs. Blowing me. Licking her way up and down my shaft, stopping to wink sexily as her tongue teased the sensitive underside of the pulsating, mushroom-shaped head.
The guys are going to kill me.
They would, I knew. If not literally kill me, they might collectively jump me and beat me to within an inch of my life.
But damn. Just going by the intensity of my feelings for her? The unbridled thrill and excitement surging through my body — and even my heart — right now?
It would still be totally worth it.
“Oh my God, Bryce.”
She’d stopped sucking and was kneeling between my legs now, stroking me up and down. Admiring how impossibly hard and thick I was, judging by the far-away look in her eye.
“You want it?”
Karissa nodded, adding a greedy smile.
“Come take it.”
She was on me in a flash, throwing one perfect leg over my abdomen. Only she did it backwards, to ride me reverse cowgirl. This gave me the perfect closeup of her beautiful pussy, her glistening pink folds parting in slow motion as she sank carefully down on my throbbing, aching shaft.
“Oh FUCK.”
Nothing in the world felt this good. Her warmth, her wetness. The snug fit of her pussy wrapped tightly around me, coupled with the weight of her body, driving me upwards and into her.
“Jesus, honey…”
Karissa was riding me now, her hands on my thighs. It started with a slow, gentle bounce. Eventually it incorporated an evil grind at the end, her ass moving in ways that were determined to bring me off.
The guys are really, REALLY going to kill me.
I knew it, but I didn’t care. I was taking a risk. Being selfish for once, instead of selfless. We’d done everything right, the three of us, when it came to business and friendship. We’d worked impossible hours, sacrificed entire chunks of our lives. We’d gone from being broke to being fairly well-off, then traded that money to go deeper in debt to buy this place.
All because… well because…
Because of her.
I pushed the thoughts abruptly from my mind and focused back on the moment. Yes, I was fucking Karissa. I was taking her body and letting her have every inch of mine, and we were both enjoying each other immensely.
The others would just have to deal with it.
I had my hands on her hips now, guiding her up and down. Watching her long, luscious hair dance across her naked back as she screwed down on me, bringing me that much closer to the inevitable explosion.
But I had to make it worth it. If I were going down for the crime of screwing our beautiful general contractor, I had to make this last.
“Oh!”
Karissa whimpered as I pushed her forward, onto all fours. By the time I mounted her she was already in position. By the time I slid my cock all the way home, she was already staring back at me over her shoulder. Looking at me pleadingly with those deep blue eyes.
“Give it to me,” she whispered huskily.
I continued clenching and unclenching my ass, stroking her from the inside out. Her lips were swollen, her eyes glazed. I was dogging her slowly, enjoying every inch of her inner heat. Losing myself in those shimmering sapphire eyes, as I made her the one thing I’d wanted from the very beginning:
Mine.
It was a disturbance of air in the room that turned my attention, rather than any noise or sound. I turned my head slightly to the left. Tilted my chin upward.
Oh shit…
And then my whole body froze, mid-stroke.
Eleven
KARISSA
He felt spectacular inside me, like an extension of my own throbbing sex. He was hard and long. Thick and warm and incredibly wonderful…
“Give it to me.”
My new lover didn’t need much in the way of urging. Already he was plowing away, grasping my hips. Taking me from behind — the way I’d always loved it — with full, deep strokes.
This… this is…
It was like a fantasy, finally fulfilled. A hot ball of pent-up sexual frustration, exploding magnificently, showering us both with warm, liquid euphoria.
I—
Suddenly I felt Bryce stop. He stiffened, almost like he was about to come, which at this point would’ve been a colossal disappointment.
Hesitantly I followed his gaze…
And then I saw.
Oh. My. God.
Just inside the doorway, Camden stood there watching us. He had his hands on his hips. His eyes glued to my heaving body, which had stopped mid-bounce.
For several long seconds, no one moved. I was still drunk with lust. So far gone that I didn’t even react. Bryce still lay buried inside me, our bodies connected in the most intimate of ways. Our gazes were both locked on Camden’s piercing stare.
We’re fucked.
It was the only answer, really. We’d left ourselves wide open. Been caught with our pants not only down, but completely off.
Then Camden turned around… and silently closed the door.
Holy shit.
The heavy click of the door latch snapped me back to reality. He walked slowly back to his original spot, then crossed to the edge of the bed. The whole time, he kept his eyes on me. There was no anger, or jealousy, or sorrow like there had been before.
There was only my own lust, reflected in his laser blue eyes.
What the—
Reaching out, Camden took my face gently in his two big hands. Then he leaned forward, brought his lips to mine…
… and kissed me, long and hard and deep.
Ohhhh…
His fingers cradled my cheeks. They caressed my chin, as his jaw rotated slowly against mine. The kiss was explosive. Thunderous. It changed everything in the span of a few hot seconds, and then all of a sudden, I was bouncing again.
No. Fucking. WAY.
His hands still on my hips, Bryce had started screwing me again. He did it slowly, as to not break our kiss. Every deep push elicited a gasp of sweet agony. Every delicious pull sent my brain reeling, as Camden’s fingers traced their way down my face, my neck, my body…
It was like a dream sequence — the ones you’d see in movies. Only this was actually happening to
me. Camden’s warm hands slid down to cup my breasts, pinning them to my chest as Bryce picked up the pace and began really fucking me. His palms — rough from a lifetime of manual labor — twisted into ten eager fingers that brought my nipples to life.
This can’t be happening!
Oh, but it was. Camden was still kissing me and Bryce was still drilling me, and there I was, pinned hotly between them. Somehow I was bucking backwards, rolling my hips to get one lover deeper inside me, while reaching out with a hand for the other. Every kiss brought me one level deeper. Every swirl of the tongue had me even more lost.
Can you really be—
My fingers closed over soft fabric, yet beneath that fabric was something hard and thick and familiar. Something I’d encountered an hour or so ago, back on the couch.
“Get these off.”
The words were mine, but they weren’t. They came from my throat, but I couldn’t possibly have said them.
Karissa. NO.
Yes, I told the voice in my head. Double yes, actually.
The sound of Camden’s clothes hitting the floor was soft but unmistakable. When I looked up again he was beautifully, gloriously naked. His chest was tremendous, cut down the middle by two rock-hard pectorals I wanted to lavish with kisses among other things. But it was his cock that staggered me. Because Camden was big.
Really big.
“Holy shit.”
My words must’ve had some comedic effect, because now he was smiling down at me. The hands that were on my face sifted into my hair. They rocked me gently forward on Bryce’s cock, even as he stepped to the very edge of the bed and leveled his hips with my face.
It took no effort at all to reach out and swallow him whole.
OHHHHH…
There was something primal about going down on a guy, and feeling him come alive in your mouth. That feeling of being wanted, lusted after, desired. Of making someone so hot that you changed the very way the blood flowed through the course of their body.
