hesitated outside the door, then carefully opened it. Seeing Ama’s legs splayed out wide with Keys buried between them? Fuck, I wasn’t even sure if it was a fantasy come true or my own personal idea of torture.
All I knew was my cock had gone rock-hard and I needed her.
Keys’ back had tensed up the second I opened the door, so I knew he was aware of my presence. He didn’t stop though, didn’t react other than with the flexing of his shoulders. Ama had a forearm over her eyes as she let Keys taste her and enjoy her. I didn’t like the fact she was hiding, but I got it. This was all still new to her, after all.
She sounded so wet that my mouth watered with the need to taste her. But the way her body moved? She was a born temptress.
I shucked out of my cut and laid it on the dresser, then I ducked out of my tee and got to work on my belt. The rattle of the buckle had her hand moving away, and when she saw me? I swear that all the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.
Her hand reached out for me, and if that wasn’t a goddamn invitation, I didn’t know what was.
I stepped out of my jeans the second I could, beyond grateful that I hadn’t put on my boots yet.
As I crawled onto the bed, she asked, “Do you go command—” Her question got derailed when Keys, obviously not appreciating her distraction, worked some magic on her.
Rather than answer her, I kissed her, and with my hands, explored her soft curves and gentle warmth. My fingers ran over her tits, finding her nipples and gently rubbing them back and forth between thumb and forefinger. Twisting them slightly whenever she arched her hips, I gradually increased pressure until I was pinching them and she was bucking into my hand.
“Oh, God!” she groaned, eyes flaring wide as she climaxed. Her legs clamped down on Keys’ head and when he laughed at how hard she squeezed him, I did too, until she was groaning and laughing at the same time as well. When he let her go, she slouched back on the bed, her tits jiggling as she got her breath back.
“Do all guys do this?” she rasped, her eyes blindly staring upward as she came down. “I mean, I thought… I thought it was the other way around.”
Figured that Ink had warmed her up by going down on her.
I snorted. “Not all dudes are douches.” Even if I’d been a douche to most women before her. Jesus, I was a real dick. I should probably apologize to every sweetbutt I’d ever fucked… but now definitely wasn’t the time to be thinking about them.
“Just most of them,” Keys replied, kissing his way back up her belly and planting himself on top of her.
She reached up and touched his top lip. Her thumb rubbed along the moisture there from her pussy, and as she brought it to her own mouth, flickered her tongue over it and tasted it herself, I was speechless. I knew Keys was too. Such unbridled sensuality and ease with her sexuality wasn’t something I think either of us had ever imagined. Ama was pretty uptight in most things, so to see her do that?
I about busted a nut.
She hummed. “Kind of salty.”
“Sweet,” Keys countered, his voice low and husky. “Sweet like honey.”
Her eyes fluttered as she stared at him. “Can I taste properly?”
His nostrils flared as he hovered his face above hers. Her tongue darted out, tasting herself, then she moaned and joined their mouths in a union that had me grabbing my dick.
I wanted in her so fucking bad, but this was Keys’ show, considering he’d warmed her up… next time, man, next time, she was all mine.
As Keys tongue fucked her, his hips rocked as he pressed into her softness. I wasn’t surprised when he reared back and up, and dragged his dick out of his boxers—boxers we’d all taken to wearing to get into bed.
I’d seen a lot of cocks in my life. Not necessarily intentionally, but just… they were there. Someone was always fucking somewhere at the clubhouse, so I’d seen pretty much all of my brothers’ dicks at some point unless they had wives who didn’t like to get down and dirty at the compound.
So, I didn’t feel icked out seeing Keys’ bobbing dick. In fact, I watched as