“You have lovely breasts,” Viv murmured, cupping Sophie’s curves as she stepped closer to the two of us. She leaned in to whisper in Sophie’s ear. “I bet your nipples are simply delicious.”
Sophie squirmed a touch, pushing her ass back up against my dick, rubbing against me, and I couldn’t stop the faint moan that escaped my throat.
Vivienne continued to mold her hands over Sophie’s tits, massaging them gently. She kissed Sophie just below her ear, then licked her, wrenching a gasping breath. “So tasty,” she breathed against Sophie’s skin.
My hand slipped low onto Sophie’s stomach, grazing the bare skin just above the low rise of her jeans.
“Do you want her to kiss you?” I asked in a whisper.
Sophie closed her eyes and nodded. Viv heard the question, saw the response, and stepped forward, pressing Sophie hard between her and I. Her hand slid down to cup Sophie’s breast as she lowered her ruby red lips to Sophie’s soft pink ones.
I could feel the kiss through Sophie. Viv was giving it her all, maybe hoping we’d invite her back to my place for a little ménage, but this was all for Sophie. Not that I didn’t enjoy it a little myself. It was hot as fuck for me to watch, but the driving force here was letting Sophie experience all these crazy things. Vivienne’s hand slipped along the neckline of Sophie’s shirt, just barely feathering underneath it, and she tipped her head to deepen the kiss for a long moment before she brought her head back up.
“Can I see those nipples, pretty girl?”
A fraction of a sob broke free from Sophie. She turned her face into my neck. “Bran…” she hoarsely whispered.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I murmured. “Do you want her to stop? Or to keep going?”
“More,” she breathed, clutching my hand low on her stomach. My fingertips dipped into the waistline of her jeans, and Sophie shivered against me.
With my other hand, I reached one hand up to Sophie’s neckline, and slowly pulled the fabric down, baring one of Sophie’s perfect, round breasts for Viv. My other hand slid a little further into her panties, roughly cupping her mostly bare mound and lifting her against me. Her head fell back against my shoulder.
“God, she’s perfect,” Vivienne whispered. “Can I taste you, sweetheart?”
Sophie curved her arm up around my head, pulling my lips to hers. “Yes,” she said with a faint gasp that I swallowed with my kiss. She groaned deep into my throat. I cracked my eyes open to see Vivienne drawing Sophie’s tender pink nipple into her mouth, working the generous swell of flesh, then nipping at it.
Sophie’s hips began to move rhythmically against my groin, riding my hand as she kissed me. She seemed to be melting into me, away from Viv in spite of the attention the other woman was giving her. She was excited, that much was clear by the moans in her throat, but while her body reacted to Vivienne’s touch, her mind was focused on me behind her. On my hands and my lips and my painfully hard dick that I pressed against her sweet, curvy ass.
Vivienne brought her head up, rolling Sophie’s distended nipple between her thumb and forefinger as she watched Sophie writhe against me. Sophie’s body pressed down against my hand, and I gripped her hard.
With a smile, Vivienne brought her hand up to trace the curve of Sophie’s cheek, then drew Sophie’s face from mine and held her gaze for a moment. Vivienne leaned forward and touched her lips to Sophie’s again, deepening it and coaxing Sophie to respond.
Fuck, it was hot. Amazing.
Sophie kissed her back, a bit tentatively, as Viv caressed her breast and deepened the kiss. I couldn’t stop the push of my hips against Sophie’s body, a push that rocked them both a little, and Sophie pushed back, grinding against my cock with a little sigh. I leaned down to nip at the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder, and Sophie responded with a needy moan.
My fingertip pressed into Sophie’s wet softness, and she gasped and pulled her head back a little, her breathing coming in rapid pants. Viv tangled a hand in her hair and held her face steady while she kissed her again, hard. I felt a flush of pleasure coating my fingers and I feathered the wetness against her clit before I withdrew my hand.
The wetness of Sophie’s arousal cooled quickly in the night air as I cupped Viv’s cheek, guiding her movements slightly as she ravished Sophie’s lips. She caught the scent of Sophie’s essence, and turned to capture my fingertip, sucking it into her expert mouth. She sucked it clean, then hovered her lips over Sophie’s for a moment.
“You have a delicious pussy, little one,” she whispered, then thrust her tongue into Sophie’s mouth. I bit down on Sophie’s neck and shoved my hand back into her jeans, back to her silky, hot folds. Spreading her arousal, I brought some of it up to her clit, and Sophie bucked against me.
“Fuck, Bran,” she whimpered, ripping her mouth away from Viv’s.
Vivienne lifted her gaze and watched Sophie for a moment. Sophie’s hand had risen to tangle into my hair, urging the wildness in me to take over. Drawing out my animalistic instinct, my pure and feral need to mate.
“Open your eyes, pretty girl,” Vivienne softly ordered. Sophie stiffened slightly, as though she was remembering Viv was there, but she complied. Viv stroked the soft skin of Sophie’s cheek and she studied her features. “I think you’re all about the boy, honey,” she finally murmured, tugging Sophie’s shirt back up to cover her breast, “but keep me in mind if you ever want to try again. You’re divine.” Viv looked up to me and offered me an inviting smile. “Same goes for you, Brannon.”
Sophie turned her face back into my neck and was shaking, maybe with cold. Maybe with desperation. Maybe with shame. I couldn’t really tell. With one last look at us, Vivienne turned and headed back into the bar, and I turned Sophie to look at me. She seemed unsure, like she didn’t really know what she thought. I gathered her close, absorbing her shivers and wrapping her tightly in my arms.
“Soph,” I asked, “you okay, baby?”
She nodded against my chest. “That was… kind of weird,” she whispered into my shirt. “Like, it was kinda hot, but more when I had my eyes closed. Feeling her touch me when I was in your arms.”
“That was pretty fucking hot for me,” I whispered. “Watching her touch you and taste you, feeling your body call out to mine.”
Sophie’s head came up to look at me. “It was all you. All I could think about was you.”
I kissed her softly, shaken a bit by that. By her pull towards me even as she was being kissed and caressed by someone else. My arms tightened around her and her forehead settled back against my chest.
“And when you touched my…” her voice trailed off.
“Your wet little pussy,” I offered gruffly.
“Yeah,” she said, halfway moaning, “I don’t know that I’m… what did she call it? Bicurious?”
I nodded. “Yeah.” My voice was half a chuckle and half a groan, strangled and tight in my throat.
“Right, I don’t know that I’m that, though,” she murmured, shaking her head. “She seemed like she was a good kisser, but it was nothing at all like how I feel when I kiss you.” With that, she lifted her head and offered me a fragile smile, uncertain and timid, until I released a pent up breath and smiled back. “I like it a lot more when it’s you kissing me,” she whispered.
“Well, watching her kiss you was pretty fucking hot,” I said, touching my lips to the tip of her nose, then lowering them to hover above her lips. “But, honestly, Sophie, I like it a lot more when it’s me kissing you, too.”
So I kissed her, and she totally kissed me back. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her body up against mine. She swept her tongue through my mouth and moaned down my throat. She gave me everything she hadn’t given Viv.
And I took it all.
And I took even more later as I undressed her in my bed. As I watched her sweet expression conveying the sheer pleasure my touch brought her. As I rolled her to her stomach and kissed my way down her back, lifting her hips to bring
her ass up into the air.
I knelt behind her, pushing slowly into her sweet, drenched pussy and feeling her body arch against me, her face pressed against the mattress as she moaned with exquisite bliss. My fingers trailed down the curve of her spine to the cleft of her ass, brushing against her tight, puckered back entrance. Her body responded beautifully, her hips circling and beckoning me to touch her there. To dip inside.
“Has anyone ever taken your ass, Sophie?” I asked, my voice rough and harsh.
“No,” she gasped, “never.”
“Do you want me to?”
She hesitated a moment, her breathing harsh and choppy. I pressed my finger gently inside, just a little, and she arched her back.
“Yes. Please, Brannon.”
I dipped my thumb down to our joined bodies, swirling it around to gather some of the wetness, then drew it back up and entered her.
“Oh my God,” she gasped.
“You like that, baby?”
Silly question.
Sophie’s breath caught and she froze for a moment, then lifted her hips a little to entice me deeper. Her pretty little hole was tight around my thumb, and I began to slowly fuck her, both her pussy and that lovely little ass.
“More,” she whispered. “I want more.”
I could barely talk. She pulsed around my dick, and moaned as I withdrew my thumb. I swept two fingers around our connected bodies, gathering more of her natural lubrication, then pressed them both into her. She bucked against me at first, slowly rotating her hips as I moved.
“That feels so… God, I want your cock there.”
A whole new rush of blood swelled in my dick, and I almost shot my wad right there. Fuck, I loved the things that came out of her mouth when she was delirious with lust.
I withdrew from the hot squeeze of her pussy and positioned myself at her ass. “Tell me if it hurts. Tell me if you want me to stop,” I breathed, hoping like fuck that I’d be able to.
“I won’t,” she moaned. “I want you to fuck my ass.”
Christ.
I slowly started to push inside, and Sophie whimpered a bit into the mattress. “Fuck, Sophie, does it hurt?” I gasped and started to pull back.
“Just a little,” she frantically sobbed, “but it’s good. So good, oh God, don’t stop.”
“Oh Jesus, Sophie.” I began to slide inside her tight entrance again, causing Sophie’s entire body to tremble. “Fuck, baby, push against me… ahh yeah, like that.”
Her loud moan reverberated off the walls as I gently slid home, to the hilt in that space no man had been before me. For a moment, I just held it, giving her body a chance to accommodate mine. Waiting for her signal. For her to tell me she was ready for more. A moment later, there it was. A quivering tilt to her hips. And another. A soft breathy gasp as I began to move.
Looking down at her, I was completely enthralled. The round curves of her bottom that swayed against me with each thrust. The arch of her back as she circled her hips. The contrast of her white fingers twisting into the dark flannel sheets. The faint slap of our skin as I started to move faster.
The eroticism of watching my dick slide in and out of her ass.
Her panting breaths became sobs, wrenched from deep inside her. Faster and harder. Instinct took control, and the gentleness faded into an overpowering visceral need. I slammed against her with a bruising force, spurred on by her desperate cries until…
Fuck. I was coming.
No. No no no.
I wasn’t ready.
But waves of fierce pleasure coursed through me, so strong that I could see lights flashing behind my eyelids.
Sophie lay trembling underneath me. Her shivers of pleasure coaxed a few last waves of bliss from my body. Her body was still tightly wound, still aching for her own release. In a dreamlike state, a little mortified that I’d gone before her, I slipped my hand around to her clit.
A jolt of lust ripped through her as she bucked against me. My dick was still inside her, and I growled as she began to ride my hand. I pressed against her clit, firmly circling the swollen flesh. Sophie screamed and went off like a rocket, like fireworks lighting up the sky. She shook violently and sobbed beneath me as the ripples of her orgasm pulsed through her body.
As I collapsed on top of her in a daze, still buried inside her, she pulled my arm up against her soft breasts.
“Don’t let me go,” she whispered, clutching my hand in hers. “Please don’t ever let me go.”
As her soft plea echoed through my mind and into my dreams, I gripped her tighter. I wasn’t sure if her breathy words were spurred by her passionate release or a genuine, heartfelt emotion. And I was not entirely sure which I wanted more.
All I knew was that I could have lived in that moment forever.
“So,” Denny grinned as I plopped down on the couch in their practice room, “got the night off, do ya?” It was a Friday afternoon and the guys were running through their set before they headed to the Copperline.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
He plucked at the strings on his guitar as Justin and Drew finished setting up their equipment. “I’m talking about Sophie, ya eejit. I’m actually surprised that she’s not with you. Thought you were connected at the hip these days.”
“Or the groin,” Justin laughed, followed by a badum dum from Cody on the drums.
“You’re fired,” I growled at Cody.
“You can’t just fire me every time you don’t like what I say, you know,” he laughed back.
“Uh oh,” Denny looked over at Cody with mock horror, “has Cody been a naughty boy?”
“I think Brannon just lost his sense of humor,” Cody replied. “Especially surrounding a certain little blonde hottie that he’s been spending a lot of time with. Where is she tonight, anyway? You coming to the Copperline alone for a change?”
Denny chuckled. “How will you ever fend off all the snatch without your girl there?”
“Her and Lily went to do a little shopping,” I explained, “so she said Lily could bring her out when they’re done.”
“Ah, so you don’t have the night off after all,” Denny shrugged.
“It’s not like that,” I scowled. “I actually kinda like spending time with her.”
“That’s quite a feat for her, then,” Justin grinned as he finished tuning his guitar. “I’ve never known you to like a girl that much after she’s gotten dressed.”
“Okay, leave him the fuck alone,” Drew said, coming to my rescue. “It’s going to happen to the rest of you one of these days, too, you know.”
“Whoa, hold up,” Justin argued, shaking his head, “just because it happened to you two fuckers doesn’t mean it’s going to happen to Denny or Cody. And it sure as fuck isn’t going to happen to me.” He puffed out his chest and grinned widely. “I’m just too much man for one woman. I might be able to settle down with two.”
“Fuck off, Justin,” Drew replied, “It’s not like you plan this shit. I never in a million years thought Maggie and I would end up together. Fuck, I thought she was all into you.”
“She was,” Justin laughed. “She’d have never slept with you without me there, too.”
“Maybe so,” Drew shot back, “but after taking us both for a test run, she decided she liked me better. But one of these days, Justin, that ego of yours is going to get turned on its head by a chick, and you won’t know if you’re coming or going.”
“Whatever,” Justin scoffed.
“He’s right,” Denny mused thoughtfully… almost wistfully, which seemed really weird. “None of us are immune.” We all kind of blankly looked at him for a minute as he plucked at the strings. When he looked up and saw us, there was a hint of something I’d never really seen in his eyes. In a flash, it was gone though, replaced with a teasing smile. “I mean, if the mighty Brannon Forrester, king of all man-hos, can fall, any of us can go.”
“I haven’t fallen,” I groaned. “It’s not like we’re fucking g
etting married or anything. And shouldn’t you guys be practicing or some shit?”
“We are, you’re right,” Denny nodded. “Okay, nobody can pick on my boy anymore. He’s feeling out of sorts without his bird around.”
“Fuck off, Denny,” I sighed as my head fell back against the couch in exasperation.
“I’m just slagging ya, Brannon,” he grinned.
“And speak English, you fucker,” I muttered.
All four Mofos laughed as they started to play, running through their set for the night. Denny tinkered with a melody he had going for a new song he was writing, but he wasn’t ready to share the words just yet.
“It’s something special for the happy couple,” he said, slanting a mischievous smile in my direction.
Awe, fuck. That didn’t sound good. God only knew what he’d written about, and I suddenly remembered back to a hazy afternoon when he and I had gotten Sophie stoned. And all that followed. And Denny writing lyrics while he watched and wanked off.
Damn.
At least the melody was gentle. Rather slow and sensual. I was especially glad it wasn’t a screamo song like he tended to write sometimes. As Cody played around with the beat and Drew and Justin wove in their own riffs, the images of that day began to filter through my mind. He’d perfectly captured the moment in a few notes on a page, and part of me couldn’t wait for Sophie to hear it.
I just hoped the lyrics were vague.
“Jesus,” I gaped, “aren’t you cold?”
“You don’t like it?” Sophie asked, looking down at her new outfit.
Oh, I liked it. Fuck yeah, I liked it.
Her hair had been straightened to fall like silk down her back. Her makeup had been darkened, smoky eyeliner thick around her brilliant blue-green eyes, and her pouty red lips were a luscious candy-apple red.
And the clothes… Good God, the clothes.
Even though it was mid-October and the nights were getting cooler, Sophie was wearing shorts. Really fucking sexy shorts that were all frayed and barely covered her ass. Lily must have had a hand in this. They’d been a little later getting there than I’d thought, but now I could see what they had been up to. I should have known, especially since Lily offered to give her a ride after work. It was like Lily’s goal in life was to dress Sophie up in ways that made me weak in the knees.
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