An ass I was dying to be inside of.
I grasped her tit, her nipple teasing my fingers as I pinched it.
She must have liked the sensation because she bucked against me. I did it again, this time harder, pulling, rolling across the tip.
“Oh God!” she shouted. “Yes!”
I moved to the other side, doing the same, and then I lowered to her clit—a spot I knew would give her an even stronger reaction.
The second I touched her there, she slammed against me, her sounds vibrating through the whole room, sounds I couldn’t get enough of.
“Jenner!” she gasped. “Don’t stop!”
Using the pads of two fingers, I shifted back and forth against her clit.
It only took a few passes before I felt her coming.
Shuddering.
“Ahhh!” She paused. “Ahhh!” she yelled even louder.
A tightness came through, constricting each plunge, and then a wetness dripped over me as I continued to fuck her.
And I did.
Without hesitation.
Without mercy.
Without stopping or giving her time to recover from the sensitivity because I wanted to bring her right back to that place.
But not here, not like this.
Once I knew her orgasm had passed, I flipped her around and settled her on my lap. I aimed her pussy over my tip and growled, “Fucking ride me.”
It took her a moment to catch her breath before she really started to pick up speed. She rose to my crown and sank down, circling her hips at the base. While she kept up that pattern, she held my shoulders, her lips hovering near mine. The closeness allowed me to taste her exhales, each one ending in a moan.
“That’s it, Jo. Fuck.”
Now that my hands were free, they could wander, feeling every inch of her body, tracing spots I hadn’t been able to reach before. I started with her ass, clutching the thickness, the curves of her hips, urging her to take me. To fuck me. To let me own that pussy.
Her tits bounced in my face, and I surrounded a nipple, sucking it, flicking the end with my tongue.
“Oh God,” she cried. Her hands dived into my hair, pulling me closer. “Your fucking cock.”
I bit her, holding that little bud between my teeth before I ordered, “Take it.”
If she wanted the control, then she needed to demand it. She needed to ride me with all the strength she had left. Because in this moment, my fucking dick was hers, and that wasn’t something I ever gave up.
“Own it,” I told her. “Show me how much you fucking want it.”
She did.
She ground over my shaft, twisting her body at the bottom of each dip, caging me inside her cunt.
“Fuuuck.” I released her nipple. “If you keep that up, it’s not going to be yours for much longer.”
“Maybe that’s what I want.” She breathed against my cheek. “Maybe I want to feel you come because there’s nothing sexier than watching a man lose himself.”
Damn it, that was hot.
A woman who wanted to please me as much as I wanted to please her.
“Then, fuck me,” I told her. “Fuck me like I’ve never been fucked.”
It was as if a switch went off.
Her speed wasn’t what changed, nor was it the power she used.
This was deeper.
More intimate.
A tightness that came from within.
She reached behind her back to cup my balls while she bounced over me, keeping my shaft lodged inside her, turning her body in different directions to gain friction from every angle. And as she tickled my sack, my balls started to tighten.
The sensation building.
“Damn it.” My fingers rubbed her clit, my other hand squeezing her tit. “Fuck me!”
She did—harder.
Her pussy became wetter.
She was practically clutching my cock, milking the cum from me.
She wanted me to blow.
And she was going to get it.
I gripped her waist, holding on.
Taking it.
Allowing her to work my orgasm through my body with each dip of her cunt.
“Jo,” I groaned as I was about to hit the peak, the intensity at its strongest, the feeling consuming me. “You’re making me fucking come.”
“Me too! Oh God!”
Pump after pump, she sucked me dry, filling the condom.
And while she rode the hell out of me, my eyes stayed on hers.
Watching her.
Viewing every second that she possessed my cock.
The moment I fell apart, she did too, rocking her hips, shaking over me, our moans matching.
“Oh God, yes!”
When she finally stilled, when there was nothing left to drain out of me, she kept me inside her and flattened her hands against my chest.
Her breath came out in pants. “I wonder if my girls are looking for me.” She laughed. “I told them I was just going to check the score.”
Her satiated stare made me smile. “Do you think another twenty minutes will matter?”
She cocked her head to the side. “Twenty minutes?”
I flipped her onto her back, my mouth diving into her neck. “Maybe thirty.” I moaned, knowing I was about to change the condom and do this all over again.
Four
Joanna
“Where have you been?” Monica asked as I reclined over the lounger next to hers.
After I’d left Jenner’s room, I’d hurried up to mine, seeing a text from Monica that said the girls had gone to the pool, and I’d quickly changed into my bikini and rushed downstairs.
I pushed my sunglasses even higher on my face and rolled my head toward my best friend. “I’ve been … busy.”
“Take your glasses off.”
“Why?”
She sat up on her elbows. “Take. Them. Off.”
I lowered the metal frames to the end of my nose, feeling the heat from her gaze as she diagnosed me. Her stare narrowed, dipping to my neck and back up to my forehead.
She gently slapped my arm. “You just got laid, didn’t you?”
I couldn’t stop my smile from spreading. “No.”
“Liar.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. She knew me better than anyone in this world.
That was what happened when you had met your best friend your freshman year in college, assigned as dormmates, and had been inseparable ever since. I couldn’t life without her, and that was why, within a few seconds, she knew I would give her every juicy detail.
At least, most of the details.
Some I wanted to keep to myself.
“Okay, okay … I got laid.” I used my hand to fan my face. “Girl, it was hot. Like smoking, scorching, oh my God, I’ll never recover from this kind of hot.”
She slipped off her own glasses, like she needed a better look at me. “You just went to check the score of the game, and you met a dude that quickly? How does that even happen? Who is he? I’m beyond floored right now.”
I shrugged. “I took a seat in the sportsbook, and before I knew it, I was going up to his room.”
“Jo …” She gripped the spot she had just slapped. “He could have murdered you. Or trafficked you. Or tortured you, Dexter-style.”
“I love you.”
“I’m not kidding.”