“Chocolate.” Rick licked his lips. “I’ve been craving chocolate for a while now.”
Oh. Oh fuck.
“What do you think, Katie?” Carl asked. “Do you think Rick has been good enough for chocolate?”
My nerves were in my throat, but my clit was sparking and buzzing and desperate. I nodded.
Carl took my plate and stacked it on his, and Rick’s eyes were glinting and dirty.
This side of Rick always took my breath. It would appear unbidden, rise up like a cobra, fast and hypnotic.
Rick was a dirty boy. Rick was rough, and filthy and absolutely insatiable.
He turned in his stool and spread his legs, and then he beckoned me, patted the top of the island at his side.
I slipped down from my stool and went to him, a rabbit in the headlights as Carl cleared away the salad. I shivered as Rick got to his feet. He stepped behind me, the heat of his chest against my back, and then he folded me at the waist, his hands on my shoulders as he pressed me flat to the island.
He pulled my halterneck loose and tugged it down, and it slipped from my breasts, baring them to the chill of the marble. He hitched my skirt, throwing it up over my hips, and he groaned to discover I was knickerless.
“That’s our girl,” he growled. “That’s fucking hot.”
I felt his hands, warm on my ass, and he dropped to his knees and teased my thighs open. I started as his tongue lapped at my slit, digging forward to my clit as it curled. I kept my eyes on Carl, and he was staring right back. I could see the outline of the monster in his jeans, straining to come out.
My breath was quick and raspy as Rick licked at my slit. I reached out my fingers and gripped the edge of the island, pressing my cheek to the marble as Rick dipped two fingers inside my pussy and twisted. I moaned when he found the spot, and he worked it, hard, so hard I thought I could pee. I doubt he’d have cared.
And then he stopped. He stopped and left me panting.
His hands gripped my ass cheeks and spread them wide, and the air was cool, and I was exposed. I felt so fucking exposed.
I cried out as he licked me there.
Carl stepped towards me and put his fingers under my chin. He tipped my head up and his eyes were hungry and dark.
“Look at me,” he said.
I nodded.
I felt so bare, my eyes on Carl’s as Rick tongued my asshole. It was squirmy and tickly and absolutely fucking wonderful.
His fingers worked my clit as his tongue worked its way inside me, and my thighs were quivering so hard Rick shunted me forward so the island took more of my weight. It shunted my face right into Carl’s crotch. My lips pressed against the denim, and I could feel the shaft of him. He hissed under his breath and moved his hips and I nuzzled him.
I opened my mouth in invitation but kept my eyes on his.
Rick got to his feet, and reached to the side of me. I turned my head instinctively to see him pick up the olive oil, and my belly clenched.
Carl turned my face back to him. “Me,” he said. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to see you.”
“Yes,” I said.
He smoothed my hair and it felt nice, and so did the drizzle of oil in my ass crack. It tickled, and I gasped.
Rick’s fingers were warm. They rubbed the oil all over me, all the way round to my clit, and I felt so slick, so slippery.
I heard his belt opening, and then his zipper, and the soft sound of his palm as he lubed himself up.
He pushed his thumb inside my ass and I gasped again.
And then I groaned.
Loud.
I fucking loved it.
I fucking wanted it.
“Dirty girl,” Carl whispered, and he was smiling.
I pushed back on Rick’s thumb. “Please,” I said. “More.”
“Don’t worry.” Rick’s voice was heavy. “You’ll get more, baby. So much more.”
He gave me more. Two fingers at least, and I sucked in my breath as they slid inside. He circled his knuckles, and I felt myself loosening, stretching, and it was dirty and fucking gorgeous.
Carl loosened his belt and I groaned.
“Yes,” I said. “Give it to me…”
I could only take the head and a bit. It was hard to fit him between my teeth, but I was getting better. I relaxed my jaw and he