anything I’d ever seen or wanted to see. My best friend’s legs around my boyfriend’s waist, her nails raking across his shoulders. Holy fuck.
Isaac picked up speed, and they both panted and gasped as he fucked her good and hard. She held on to his arms, and he took rapid, fluid strokes. A tremor interrupted his rhythm. He groaned and thrust into her, arching his back to force himself deep inside her. I knew that sound, and my mouth watered. I swore I could feel the heat of his breath against my own neck, those sharp huffs of warm air as he neared his orgasm.
Then Carmen took over and rolled her hips, and the helpless, lost-in-lust moan Isaac released sent me out of my mind. I wanted to fuck him, fuck her, fuck someone .
Isaac cried out and took one last hard thrust before he stopped and shuddered. The muscles in his back and shoulders rippled, tensed, quivered, and whispered curses rolled off his lips as Carmen kept rolling her hips, no doubt drawing his orgasm out until he saw white.
They both stopped, and neither moved for a long moment. Finally, he pushed himself up on shaking arms and pulled out. As he sat up, our eyes met.
“She’s all yours,” he said with a grin.
I kissed him lightly. “Why, thank you.”
He laughed and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
I shifted my attention to Carmen and moved on top of her.
“Got any left for me?” I asked, letting our lips brush.
“You better believe it.” She hooked her leg around my waist. “Question is, can you keep up?”
I snorted. “Oh, now you’re gonna talk shit? Let’s see if you can keep up with me .”
She opened her mouth to speak, but I thrust into her, and the trash-talking fell to a pair of helpless moans.
“Oh, God…” I closed my eyes. “Fuck…”
Carmen rocked her hips back just enough to coax mine into motion, and I withdrew, then thrust in again. Again, harder this time. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and there was no more shit-talking. Just desperate, feverish fucking.
This was hot in its own right, but even more so knowing that Isaac was watching and that he’d been inside her. He’d felt her just like this, felt the way her hips moved, felt her fingers digging into aching muscles. He knew how hot and wet and tight she was inside. Her breath had cooled his sweaty skin like it did mine. His back had burned under her nails like mine did now, and he’d tasted her mouth just like this. He’d felt her. He knew.
The bed squeaked and protested beneath us, the sound disappearing in her crescendoing moans. I groaned and fucked her harder. Carmen whimpered, clawing my back and rolling her hips in time with my thrusts. She grabbed my hair and pulled me down to kiss her.
I broke the kiss with a roar that faded to something barely louder than a sigh. Letting my head fall beside hers, I fought to keep it together. This couldn’t be over. Not yet. Not yet. Please, God, not yet. Just let me feel her…a little more…a little…
“Just like that,” she moaned, panting against my neck. “Keep…just like…just…”
I closed my eyes, trying to hold back just a little longer.
“Jesus Christ,” Isaac whispered. “That is fucking amazing .” The lust in his voice sent goose bumps prickling down my spine, and I drove myself deeper into Carmen.
“Oh… God …” She clawed my back and released a single, ragged breath against my shoulder. In the instant she let go, so did I. Slamming my cock as deep inside her as I could, I shuddered and surrendered. My orgasm forced the air out of my lungs and almost knocked my arms out from under me.
“Fuck…” My eyes watered from the sheer intensity of it all.
I pulled out and collapsed on my back beside her. Once we’d cooled off a little, Isaac drew the sheet up over all of us. With Carmen in the middle, all three of us lay there for a few minutes, letting the world shift slowly back into motion. After a while, Carmen broke the silence.
“I don’t know what I was
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