The urgency to join them in giving Elise pleasure pierces me and I take her tits in my hands, molding them, leaning down to offer my tongue to her mouth—and she loves that. She moans in her throat like my kiss was the missing piece to her pleasure, her fingers spear through my hair and we make out hungrily. Which would obviously be enough to make my cock hard, but knowing she’s having her pussy eaten at the same time makes me wild. Makes the delves and strokes of my tongue more adventurous, my fingers pinching at her little pebbled nipples until she cries out.
“Gabe,” she whispers enticingly between kisses. “Do you want my mouth?”
“I have it and it’s perfect,” I respond raggedly, my tongue creating a path down her throat to her nipples, sucking them noisily, memorizing the delicious taste of our Elise.
My God, so good.
“No…” she says, voice still soft. Just for me. All for me. “I m-mean, do you want to put yourself in my mouth? The way you did in the living room.”
“Yes,” I groan, without thinking. Who could think straight with this perfect woman asking if you’d like her to suck your dick? You wouldn’t be human. I’m kneeling beside her face before I know it, dragging my shaft to her mouth in a shaking fist. Can’t believe I’m so lucky.
“It’s a trap, Gabe,” Banks says to me, his speech slurred, his eyelids at half-mast. He starts to elaborate but can’t seem to stop himself from pushing open Elise’s knees and circling his tongue around her entrance, making her gasp and clutch at my comforter. “She wants to get you off fast.”
It’s beyond stupid to be outraged. This astoundingly hot woman loves making me come. What is there to be mad about? But I can’t seem to help it. Horny and offended is a strange combination and it leads to a ripple of shame—and now I’m in big trouble. As a born and raised Catholic, I was taught that the sins of the flesh would send me to hell. Now I’m having a four-way in my bedroom. I’m being offered a blow job and I really want it. This is temptation and I’ve been taught it’s wrong to give in, so I want to give in twice as much.
But I promised myself I would last for her. I promised.
“No,” I say, scooting my ass toward the headboard. Just to get a breather. To wait out the clawing sensation in my balls. Don’t think about her lips stretching around my inches. Her tongue wiggling around in the slit.
I squeeze my eyes closed and try to think of something gross, but I can’t think of anything but her. But Elise. Our woman and her giving mouth and hands and body. I’m so overwhelmed by thoughts of her that when I open my eyes and she’s crawling toward me on the bed, naked, intention in her eyes, I think I’m daydreaming.
“I want it in my mouth, Gabe,” she pouts.
My back hits the pillows.
Wet, heavenly heat slides down my cock slowly. My balls coil up.
“Oh. Oh God. Oh God.”
It’s her mouth and it’s vibrating with a savoring hum, and speaking of Catholicism, clouds part overhead in my bedroom and I glimpse the Virgin Mother while Elise goes to town on my dick. She’s on her hands and knees in the center of my bed, face down in my lap, giving me the kind of blow job that men fantasize about. She’s tugging me off, licking my balls and deep throating me every third suck. This is how I die.
I think I might be able to last another twenty seconds, but I’m wrong.
I didn’t anticipate Banks coming up behind Elise, rolling a condom down his erection and pumping it into her roughly from behind. She screams around my dick and for a split second, my world goes black thinking she’s hurt, but no. No, as Banks begins to fuck her with sharp, slapping drives, her mouth only starts to work harder.
“Jesus Christ,” I growl, wrapping her long hair around my fists. I need to close my eyes. I’m already experiencing the best sensation of my life, watching her get it doggy style at the same time is sensory overload. I can’t. I can’t…help myself.
Banks’s head is thrown back, features screwed up tight, as if the pleasure of taking Elise from the back is the ultimate pleasure/pain. Her ass cheeks shudder and shake with every slam of his hips. Tobias is standing behind Banks and to the right, watching Banks’s cock sink between Elise’s thighs, again, again, again, his eyes darkening each time.
“Just look at the way she lifts her hips for those pounds,” Tobias grunts, touching himself. “Think about how she made us work for it. Bet you dig in a little deeper.”
Banks makes a beastly sound and pumps faster, harder.